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Chapter four
Captured
Crap, crap, crap, Tara thought, as she walked arm in arm with Jack towards Will's shop. Jack's going to find out I don't work for Will, and then he's either going to hate me for lying to him, or think I'm just a slut for being a prostitute. Though, I guess that I kind of am a slut, but it's not like that. If I could find any other job, I would. But no one will hire me because my father was-
"You all right, luv?" Jack asked, interrupting her cascade of thoughts.
"Wh-what?" Tara stuttered, slightly discombobulated.
"You look like yer thinkin' hard. Your eyebrows are all close together and everything."
"It's nothing," she replied, already resigned that she wouldn't tell Jack what was torturing her inside. "It's just...are you sure that you need to see Will now?" She asked hopefully.
"Well, now seems about as good a time as any. Besides, I'll just bet you forgot to tell him you wouldn't be able to work today. Otherwise, he would have told you that he knows me, and you wouldn't look so confused."
Tara opened her mouth to speak, but-
"Jack?! Jack Sparrow?!"
"Will," Jack sighed, walking up to a tall and handsome man holding a hatchet. "How many times do I have to tell you? It's Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?"
"Savvy," Will replied, reaching out to shake Jack's hand, and seeing the sling. "Christ, Jack," he said. "What did you do this time?"
"You'd never believe it," Jack said dramatically. "There were fifteen men. And they all came at me at once. I managed to kill all of them, but the last one was a mighty good swordsman, and it took so long to fight him, I'm afraid I pulled something in me arm."
Will looked at Jack for a moment, and then crossed his arms.
"You're right. I don't believe it."
"I found him down an alley with a big lump on his head and his arm all bruised. I could smell a whole bar on him. I'll bet he tripped on a rock," Tara said, grinning and smiling.
Jack looked scandalized. Well, mockingly scandalized. "I'll have you know," he said, standing his ground on drunken and uneven footing. "I fought all twenty men hard, and with only one hand!"
Tara thought to herself that she would not to be the one to tell Jack that his number of foes he fought had just jumped up by five. Will, it seemed, had decided to change the subject.
"Tara," he said, smiling. "And what do I owe this surprise?"
Tara decided not to take this statement literally. Instead, with a quick glance at Jack, she said, "I forgot to tell you that I couldn't work today. I had to take care of Jack. He's staying with me."
As predicted, Will's expression of happiness changed quickly to confusion.
"What-" he started. But Tara cut him off.
"Um, Will. Can I speak with you in private for a moment over here," she said, nodding her head towards the empty street, a ways away from where they stood at the moment. "Only, I need to ask you about the shipment of swords that important guy wanted."
"Oh," said Jack, sounding mildly interested. "What kind of swords?"
"Er...big..long ones," Tara spat out quickly. At the moment, the fact that she knew nothing about swords was not helping her in the slightest.
Will followed her to the empty street, while Jack went inside, no doubt to look for the "big, long swords."
"Tara, what in the bloody hell is going on here?"
"Will," she said, now looking at the ground and rocking back and forth on her feet. "I told Jack that I work for you. He doesn't know I'm a prostitute."
"But why did you do that?"
"Because I wanted to be treated like any other woman. I don't know if you've ever noticed it, but you're the only friend I've ever had, Will. Please give me this chance to make one more. Besides, I like him. A lot."
"I understand," Will sighed. "But why did you have to tell him you work here?"
"What was I supposed to tell him?" Tara asked, now sounding slightly agitated. "That sometimes people work under me, but other times I work under them?"
"Now, I didn't say that," Will said, blushing slightly. "Tara. You're my best friend. And I'm just trying to look out for you. You know that. Because you know that you can't survive without help from people. So please just let us help you."
"You're getting off the subject, Will. Please don't bring that up now."
"But doesn't this all revolve around your fath-"
"Why do you always think that all of my faults revolve around my father?" Tara asked, her voice now angrily rising.
Will's voice was even stronger, and he shook her slightly as he shouted, "anyone with Captain Barbossa as a father is likely to be rebellious sometimes!"
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Tara froze. Tears began to fill her eyes as she crossed her arms slowly. Her voice had receded and was now almost a whisper. "Why did you have to do that?"
Will sighed and put an arm around her shoulder. "I'm just trying to get you to understand. What you do for a living is dangerous for you. You know all too well that, even though your father is dead, there are still idiots out there that want revenge. And you sleeping with people you don't know is dangerous. What if one of them turns out to be one of Robertson's men? Robertson won't stop until he kills you, Tara. And as much as I want to protect you, I can't always be there."
"When have I ever asked for your help, Will? You've always been a great friend, but I know what kind of danger I'm in. I realize that, now my father's dead, Robertson wants to come after me to avenge his brother's death. He's angry that he didn't get to kill my father himself." Tara paused here for a moment before continuing. "I just wonder who did."
Will shifted uncomfortably at this, but said nothing. He had never told Tara how he became Elizabeth's husband, or how he had received the cut on his palm, or even why he had been missing for a week. He knew she would be devastated if she knew Jack had-
BANG!
A sudden shot rang through the street, and Tara felt something wiz by, very close to her left ear.
A bullet.
"Shit!" She shouted as Will pulled her in close behind him in an effort to protect her.
"Right on cue," he said, taking out a pistol in his left hand, the hatched raised and in his other. "Why is it that he always seems to know when we're talking about him?"
Another bullet went by, so close to Tara's thigh that it ripped a clean hole through her dress.
"Run!" Will shouted, giving her a push and looking for someone to shoot.
Tara didn't need telling twice. She hoisted her dress and ran as fast as she could in her boots. When she reached Will's shop, she saw Jack coming out of it. He had his pistol raised, and he looked scared when he saw Tara running towards him with her hands over head.
"What's going on?" He asked as she reached him.
Tara thought quickly. "I don't know," she panted. "Someone just started to shoot at us."
"Where's the whelp?"
"Over there."
"You stay inside here while I go help 'im."
Jack opened the door to the shop, and then closed it when Tara was inside.
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Jack rand to find Will, searching all the while for anyone that might be lurking. He couldn't help feeling slightly happier, now that he knew Tara was okay.
He found Will in the street that he and Tara had been talking. But Will was not alone. His pistol was back in his belt, and a sword was in his hand. He was fighting a big, strong-looking man. The man was speaking.
"One of these days, you'll give up and just let us take her, Turner. We're not the bad guys. We haven't killed anyone. Yet."
"Yet being the key word there, Robertson!" Shouted Will, dodging a blow from the man's sword and attempting to strike him back.
But the man called Robertson was ready. He blocked Will's sword and, pulling a small dagger from his boot, managed to swipe Will's cheek with it.
Will staggered slightly, readying himself to continue the fight. But Robertson, it seemed, was finished. He took a step backwards, and lowered his sword.
"I don't care if it was just her father that killed my brother. Someone has to pay."
He ran. But Will, now on his knees, shouted after him, "Barbossa has already paid!"
"Barabossa?" Jack asked, putting out his hand to help Will to his feet. "What in the bloody hell does he have to do with anything?"
Will stood up and wiped some of the blood off of his cheek with his sleeve, which was instantly stained red.
"Jack," he sighed. "There are some things that I need to tell you."
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"So, let me get this straight," Jack said as they walked back to the shop. "Tara's a wench? But she's different. I mean, I trusted her. Still do, really.."
"Jack!" Will cut in. "Have you not been listening to what I've been saying? Barbossa was her father!"
"So?"
"So?! Jack, you killed Barbossa!"
"Shit."
"Exactly. And now-"
"No, Will," said Jack, throwing out an arm to stop his companion. "Not shit about that."
Will stopped walking and stared ahead. Both of them froze. Tara was standing in the street. Two men were holding her arms which were tied together. One of them had a knife to her throat. Robertson was behind the three, holding his gun to Tara's temple. She looked terrified.
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Sorry about the evil cliffy. I couldn't help it. Please review! Tell me what you think.
Chapter four
Captured
Crap, crap, crap, Tara thought, as she walked arm in arm with Jack towards Will's shop. Jack's going to find out I don't work for Will, and then he's either going to hate me for lying to him, or think I'm just a slut for being a prostitute. Though, I guess that I kind of am a slut, but it's not like that. If I could find any other job, I would. But no one will hire me because my father was-
"You all right, luv?" Jack asked, interrupting her cascade of thoughts.
"Wh-what?" Tara stuttered, slightly discombobulated.
"You look like yer thinkin' hard. Your eyebrows are all close together and everything."
"It's nothing," she replied, already resigned that she wouldn't tell Jack what was torturing her inside. "It's just...are you sure that you need to see Will now?" She asked hopefully.
"Well, now seems about as good a time as any. Besides, I'll just bet you forgot to tell him you wouldn't be able to work today. Otherwise, he would have told you that he knows me, and you wouldn't look so confused."
Tara opened her mouth to speak, but-
"Jack?! Jack Sparrow?!"
"Will," Jack sighed, walking up to a tall and handsome man holding a hatchet. "How many times do I have to tell you? It's Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?"
"Savvy," Will replied, reaching out to shake Jack's hand, and seeing the sling. "Christ, Jack," he said. "What did you do this time?"
"You'd never believe it," Jack said dramatically. "There were fifteen men. And they all came at me at once. I managed to kill all of them, but the last one was a mighty good swordsman, and it took so long to fight him, I'm afraid I pulled something in me arm."
Will looked at Jack for a moment, and then crossed his arms.
"You're right. I don't believe it."
"I found him down an alley with a big lump on his head and his arm all bruised. I could smell a whole bar on him. I'll bet he tripped on a rock," Tara said, grinning and smiling.
Jack looked scandalized. Well, mockingly scandalized. "I'll have you know," he said, standing his ground on drunken and uneven footing. "I fought all twenty men hard, and with only one hand!"
Tara thought to herself that she would not to be the one to tell Jack that his number of foes he fought had just jumped up by five. Will, it seemed, had decided to change the subject.
"Tara," he said, smiling. "And what do I owe this surprise?"
Tara decided not to take this statement literally. Instead, with a quick glance at Jack, she said, "I forgot to tell you that I couldn't work today. I had to take care of Jack. He's staying with me."
As predicted, Will's expression of happiness changed quickly to confusion.
"What-" he started. But Tara cut him off.
"Um, Will. Can I speak with you in private for a moment over here," she said, nodding her head towards the empty street, a ways away from where they stood at the moment. "Only, I need to ask you about the shipment of swords that important guy wanted."
"Oh," said Jack, sounding mildly interested. "What kind of swords?"
"Er...big..long ones," Tara spat out quickly. At the moment, the fact that she knew nothing about swords was not helping her in the slightest.
Will followed her to the empty street, while Jack went inside, no doubt to look for the "big, long swords."
"Tara, what in the bloody hell is going on here?"
"Will," she said, now looking at the ground and rocking back and forth on her feet. "I told Jack that I work for you. He doesn't know I'm a prostitute."
"But why did you do that?"
"Because I wanted to be treated like any other woman. I don't know if you've ever noticed it, but you're the only friend I've ever had, Will. Please give me this chance to make one more. Besides, I like him. A lot."
"I understand," Will sighed. "But why did you have to tell him you work here?"
"What was I supposed to tell him?" Tara asked, now sounding slightly agitated. "That sometimes people work under me, but other times I work under them?"
"Now, I didn't say that," Will said, blushing slightly. "Tara. You're my best friend. And I'm just trying to look out for you. You know that. Because you know that you can't survive without help from people. So please just let us help you."
"You're getting off the subject, Will. Please don't bring that up now."
"But doesn't this all revolve around your fath-"
"Why do you always think that all of my faults revolve around my father?" Tara asked, her voice now angrily rising.
Will's voice was even stronger, and he shook her slightly as he shouted, "anyone with Captain Barbossa as a father is likely to be rebellious sometimes!"
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Tara froze. Tears began to fill her eyes as she crossed her arms slowly. Her voice had receded and was now almost a whisper. "Why did you have to do that?"
Will sighed and put an arm around her shoulder. "I'm just trying to get you to understand. What you do for a living is dangerous for you. You know all too well that, even though your father is dead, there are still idiots out there that want revenge. And you sleeping with people you don't know is dangerous. What if one of them turns out to be one of Robertson's men? Robertson won't stop until he kills you, Tara. And as much as I want to protect you, I can't always be there."
"When have I ever asked for your help, Will? You've always been a great friend, but I know what kind of danger I'm in. I realize that, now my father's dead, Robertson wants to come after me to avenge his brother's death. He's angry that he didn't get to kill my father himself." Tara paused here for a moment before continuing. "I just wonder who did."
Will shifted uncomfortably at this, but said nothing. He had never told Tara how he became Elizabeth's husband, or how he had received the cut on his palm, or even why he had been missing for a week. He knew she would be devastated if she knew Jack had-
BANG!
A sudden shot rang through the street, and Tara felt something wiz by, very close to her left ear.
A bullet.
"Shit!" She shouted as Will pulled her in close behind him in an effort to protect her.
"Right on cue," he said, taking out a pistol in his left hand, the hatched raised and in his other. "Why is it that he always seems to know when we're talking about him?"
Another bullet went by, so close to Tara's thigh that it ripped a clean hole through her dress.
"Run!" Will shouted, giving her a push and looking for someone to shoot.
Tara didn't need telling twice. She hoisted her dress and ran as fast as she could in her boots. When she reached Will's shop, she saw Jack coming out of it. He had his pistol raised, and he looked scared when he saw Tara running towards him with her hands over head.
"What's going on?" He asked as she reached him.
Tara thought quickly. "I don't know," she panted. "Someone just started to shoot at us."
"Where's the whelp?"
"Over there."
"You stay inside here while I go help 'im."
Jack opened the door to the shop, and then closed it when Tara was inside.
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Jack rand to find Will, searching all the while for anyone that might be lurking. He couldn't help feeling slightly happier, now that he knew Tara was okay.
He found Will in the street that he and Tara had been talking. But Will was not alone. His pistol was back in his belt, and a sword was in his hand. He was fighting a big, strong-looking man. The man was speaking.
"One of these days, you'll give up and just let us take her, Turner. We're not the bad guys. We haven't killed anyone. Yet."
"Yet being the key word there, Robertson!" Shouted Will, dodging a blow from the man's sword and attempting to strike him back.
But the man called Robertson was ready. He blocked Will's sword and, pulling a small dagger from his boot, managed to swipe Will's cheek with it.
Will staggered slightly, readying himself to continue the fight. But Robertson, it seemed, was finished. He took a step backwards, and lowered his sword.
"I don't care if it was just her father that killed my brother. Someone has to pay."
He ran. But Will, now on his knees, shouted after him, "Barbossa has already paid!"
"Barabossa?" Jack asked, putting out his hand to help Will to his feet. "What in the bloody hell does he have to do with anything?"
Will stood up and wiped some of the blood off of his cheek with his sleeve, which was instantly stained red.
"Jack," he sighed. "There are some things that I need to tell you."
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"So, let me get this straight," Jack said as they walked back to the shop. "Tara's a wench? But she's different. I mean, I trusted her. Still do, really.."
"Jack!" Will cut in. "Have you not been listening to what I've been saying? Barbossa was her father!"
"So?"
"So?! Jack, you killed Barbossa!"
"Shit."
"Exactly. And now-"
"No, Will," said Jack, throwing out an arm to stop his companion. "Not shit about that."
Will stopped walking and stared ahead. Both of them froze. Tara was standing in the street. Two men were holding her arms which were tied together. One of them had a knife to her throat. Robertson was behind the three, holding his gun to Tara's temple. She looked terrified.
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Sorry about the evil cliffy. I couldn't help it. Please review! Tell me what you think.