Disclaimer: Still don't own Jack Sparrow; Disney got him while I wasn't
looking!
AN: School is still evil! Everybody agrees, right? Of course you do (unless you're a teacher). Anyway, fanfic.net is being a pain in the ass. I had to upload seven different times, and the chapter still didn't look right! So if you have any problems, let me know and I'll email the chapter to you.
Chapter 5: Surprises:
Four months after they had left Port Royal, the crew was once again in Tortuga. Lara had wanted to stay close to Port Royal so she could be there for Billy's birthday in another two months. Meanwhile, Jack wanted to be near inhabited islands, considering that his bonny wife had been feeling a bit under the weather lately. Since Lara was rarely sick, Jack was somewhat worried. That was why, when the rest of the crew had gone ashore, he'd made sure that Lara stayed onboard in their cabin. She had protested profusely, but Jack refused to give in. Meanwhile, Annamaria had remained on the ship while Jack had made his way into town to find a few nice things to cheer Lara up.
Jack's POV:
Jack had spent the last several hours going through town trying to find something to give his lass, but nothing seemed right. She had enough clothes in their cabin, and her weapons were the best that pirate treasure could buy. She also had several vials of perfume, and jewelry was a part of the life of a pirate, so she didn't need those either. He was wandering back to the ship when he saw his favorite bar and smiled. He needed a little pick-me-up, so he figured that he'd stop in for a little while.
'A little while' somehow turned out to be several bottles of rum later, and before he knew it, Jack was passed out at a table, dreaming about his lovely wife.
Thomas' POV:
He silently watched that idiot Jack Sparrow drink down several bottles of rum before passing out on his table. What a fool; it was hard to believe that the most feared pirate in the Caribbean was passed out in a corner table, drunk as a dog. This was going to be too easy. It was no wonder Lara had married him; it was most likely out of pity for the drunken fool than anything else. Of course, she also probably did it for the good of Port Royal, like the Governor said; she had always been as kind and thoughtful as she was beautiful.
He next turned his attention to the drunken sailor sitting next to him. "So, you were saying something about Jack Sparrow?" he asked the sailor next to him.
The sailor finished off his drink and ordered another. "Aye, Jack Sparrow, good pirate, even better drinker." He laughed and started on his new mug of ale. "And that wife of his sure is a looker! What a beauty like her is doing with a dog like him is beyond me!"
"Indeed," he replied, looking over at the passed out pirate captain before returning to the sailor. "So, where is his lovely wife, anyway?"
The sailor took a gulp from his mug. "Oh, last I heard from one of his shipmates, she was still on the Pearl. Heard she was feeling a bit under the weather." He waved his mug towards the direction of the docks. "I think old Jack left a member or two onboard to keep her company."
"Is that it? Doesn't he worry about people sneaking onto his ship and stealing it?"
The sailor laughed. "Steal the Black Pearl? What, lad, have you got a death wish? No one sneaks onboard the Pearl, or steals the ship herself! Jack would catch up to her, then have your insides spilling out on deck while you watched! No one messes with the Black Pearl or Captain Jack Sparrow!" After polishing off his drink, the old sailor passed out on the bar.
He smirked. This indeed was going to be too easy. With Sparrow and his crew drunk as skunks, his plan was flawless. Lara would be his, and Sparrow wouldn't even know what happened until it was too late. He grinned as he made his way towards the docks.
Lara's POV:
Lara lay in bed, a cold compress on her forehead and the open window bringing in the smell of the sea. It would have been very soothing if the rocking of the boat wasn't making her feel ill every ten minutes. She had finally sent Annamaria away after getting tired of having the female sailor hovering over her all day. Now Lara was trying to get some sleep but it wasn't working. She closed her eyes anyway. She had finally begun to drift off when the sound of the door opening woke her.
She sighed while keeping her eyes closed. "Annamaria, for the last time-"
"I'm sorry, beloved, but it's not that horrid female," said an all too familiar voice.
Lara's eyes snapped open. She barely had enough time to catch her breath to scream before a cloth dropped over her mouth. She struggled for a moment before she got too drowsy and blackness consumed her.
Thomas's POV:
After smacking the dark-skinned woman in the head with his pistol, he had snuck below to the cabin areas. After debating whether or not Lara shared a room with the pathetic pirate captain, he had decided that she most likely did. That way Sparrow could have better access to her. He winced at the though of his gentle lady sharing a bed with that pirate, but found relief when he remembered that he was there to save her from that fate. After opening the door, he saw her in the bed with her eyes closed, a cloth on her forehead and the window open to the breezes. He heard her sigh in annoyance.
"Annamaria, for the last time-"
He grinned and pulled out the scented cloth from his pocket. "I'm sorry, beloved, but it's not that horrid female," he said.
Her eyes popped open and her mouth opened to scream. He stuffed the cloth onto her mouth and held her while she struggled and then fell unconscious. He left the cloth on her mouth for several more seconds to make sure she was out before bending over to pick her up.
He sniffed her neck. She smelled of flowers mixed in with the smell of the ocean. It was light and addictive. He smiled. He then swept her up into his arms and carried her out of the cabin, across the deck and down the gangplank. Once he reached the docks, he put his unconscious beloved into a small rowboat and cast off. He started rowing for his secret hideout and the place where he would keep himself, and his beloved, for the rest of their blissful lives.
Jack's POV:
The next morning, Jack found himself with the biggest hangover of his life. He blinked several times before the room finally came into focus and settled into its rightful place. He sat up straighter when he discovered that he hadn't drunk while aboard the Pearl, but was instead in one of the taverns in Tortuga. He frowned, trying to remember what had happened. He remembered wanting to get one mug of rum, but for some reason bottles of the stuff had kept appearing from nowhere. He felt his purse. No, his money was still there. He was Captain Jack Sparrow after all, and no one stole from him. So he hadn't ordered the rum, but someone had.
He shook his head. He had better get back to the Pearl. There was no doubt that his bonny lass would have his head this morning; she hated it when he got drunk in the taverns, which was why he always got drunk with his wife close by. He always ended up making her laugh with his drunken antics. If it were anyone else, they'd be beaten for laughing at him, but he was happy to make his wife laugh.
Dear God, his mind was babbling. He shook his head again, got up, then headed for his precious Pearl and his waiting wife.
When he arrived at the Pearl, a solemn scene greeted him. His entire crew stood on deck, each looking pale as a ghost. Annamaria stood at the top of the gangplank, a bandage wrapped around her head. Jack didn't like the looks of this one bit. When he got onboard, one particular face was missing. He looked around.
"Where's me bonny lass?" he asked, looking at the crew. They all shifted around under his gazed. Annamaria was the one to speak.
"He took her, cap'n," she said, rubbing her head.
Jack's blood froze in his veins. His eyes narrowed. "Who took her? Every pirate in the sea knows not to mess with my bonny lass."
Annamaria shook her head, wincing at the movement before clutching her head. "Who do ye think took her? It was that stiff-necked, wig-wearin' soldier of hers."
Jack's hand landed on his pistol. "Well? Why are ye all standing there for?!" he yelled. "Go and search the town, ye lazy dogs, before I start firing me pistol!" He started waving it around to emphasize his point. His crew instantly responded by running down the gangplank. "Wait!" They stopped. "I want all of ye here at noon so we can regroup!" The crew nodded before racing off and Jack returned his pistol to its previous place. Annamaria was starting down the gangplank before Jack stopped her. "I want ye to stay here, Annamaria."
She turned and glared at him. "I've got to go look for her, cap'n," she said, motioning towards the town.
Jack shook his head. "You go and lay down. He must have knocked ye good fer you to be wearing a bandage."
"Aye," Annamaria said, wincing. "He smacked me good, but not before I got a good look at him. I don't think that he knew I saw him, or else he would've shot me instead of whacking me in the side of the head." She rubbed the injured spot. "I'm sorry, cap'n, I've failed ye. I should have been more alert."
Jack patted her shoulder. "Don't worry. I thought that ole Tommy-boy would have given up or not come after us for a while yet, but I underestimated him." He fingered his pistol. "Looks like I'm going to have to come up with some creative ways of guttin' the man."
Annamaria started grinning. "Mind if I help?"
Jack grinned evilly. "Only after my bonny lass and I finish with him. Ye and the crew can have the leftovers." Both pirates started to laugh before heading below decks to start their rescue plots for Lara and revenge ideas for Thomas Pierce.
AN: Yes, he's finally done it! He's kidnapped Jack's bonny lass, and is going to keep her in that small little insane world of his. What will happen next? Will Jack find his lass before it's too late? Will Thomas finally have his way with his "beloved Lara?" Find out next chapter! Please review!
AN: School is still evil! Everybody agrees, right? Of course you do (unless you're a teacher). Anyway, fanfic.net is being a pain in the ass. I had to upload seven different times, and the chapter still didn't look right! So if you have any problems, let me know and I'll email the chapter to you.
Chapter 5: Surprises:
Four months after they had left Port Royal, the crew was once again in Tortuga. Lara had wanted to stay close to Port Royal so she could be there for Billy's birthday in another two months. Meanwhile, Jack wanted to be near inhabited islands, considering that his bonny wife had been feeling a bit under the weather lately. Since Lara was rarely sick, Jack was somewhat worried. That was why, when the rest of the crew had gone ashore, he'd made sure that Lara stayed onboard in their cabin. She had protested profusely, but Jack refused to give in. Meanwhile, Annamaria had remained on the ship while Jack had made his way into town to find a few nice things to cheer Lara up.
Jack's POV:
Jack had spent the last several hours going through town trying to find something to give his lass, but nothing seemed right. She had enough clothes in their cabin, and her weapons were the best that pirate treasure could buy. She also had several vials of perfume, and jewelry was a part of the life of a pirate, so she didn't need those either. He was wandering back to the ship when he saw his favorite bar and smiled. He needed a little pick-me-up, so he figured that he'd stop in for a little while.
'A little while' somehow turned out to be several bottles of rum later, and before he knew it, Jack was passed out at a table, dreaming about his lovely wife.
Thomas' POV:
He silently watched that idiot Jack Sparrow drink down several bottles of rum before passing out on his table. What a fool; it was hard to believe that the most feared pirate in the Caribbean was passed out in a corner table, drunk as a dog. This was going to be too easy. It was no wonder Lara had married him; it was most likely out of pity for the drunken fool than anything else. Of course, she also probably did it for the good of Port Royal, like the Governor said; she had always been as kind and thoughtful as she was beautiful.
He next turned his attention to the drunken sailor sitting next to him. "So, you were saying something about Jack Sparrow?" he asked the sailor next to him.
The sailor finished off his drink and ordered another. "Aye, Jack Sparrow, good pirate, even better drinker." He laughed and started on his new mug of ale. "And that wife of his sure is a looker! What a beauty like her is doing with a dog like him is beyond me!"
"Indeed," he replied, looking over at the passed out pirate captain before returning to the sailor. "So, where is his lovely wife, anyway?"
The sailor took a gulp from his mug. "Oh, last I heard from one of his shipmates, she was still on the Pearl. Heard she was feeling a bit under the weather." He waved his mug towards the direction of the docks. "I think old Jack left a member or two onboard to keep her company."
"Is that it? Doesn't he worry about people sneaking onto his ship and stealing it?"
The sailor laughed. "Steal the Black Pearl? What, lad, have you got a death wish? No one sneaks onboard the Pearl, or steals the ship herself! Jack would catch up to her, then have your insides spilling out on deck while you watched! No one messes with the Black Pearl or Captain Jack Sparrow!" After polishing off his drink, the old sailor passed out on the bar.
He smirked. This indeed was going to be too easy. With Sparrow and his crew drunk as skunks, his plan was flawless. Lara would be his, and Sparrow wouldn't even know what happened until it was too late. He grinned as he made his way towards the docks.
Lara's POV:
Lara lay in bed, a cold compress on her forehead and the open window bringing in the smell of the sea. It would have been very soothing if the rocking of the boat wasn't making her feel ill every ten minutes. She had finally sent Annamaria away after getting tired of having the female sailor hovering over her all day. Now Lara was trying to get some sleep but it wasn't working. She closed her eyes anyway. She had finally begun to drift off when the sound of the door opening woke her.
She sighed while keeping her eyes closed. "Annamaria, for the last time-"
"I'm sorry, beloved, but it's not that horrid female," said an all too familiar voice.
Lara's eyes snapped open. She barely had enough time to catch her breath to scream before a cloth dropped over her mouth. She struggled for a moment before she got too drowsy and blackness consumed her.
Thomas's POV:
After smacking the dark-skinned woman in the head with his pistol, he had snuck below to the cabin areas. After debating whether or not Lara shared a room with the pathetic pirate captain, he had decided that she most likely did. That way Sparrow could have better access to her. He winced at the though of his gentle lady sharing a bed with that pirate, but found relief when he remembered that he was there to save her from that fate. After opening the door, he saw her in the bed with her eyes closed, a cloth on her forehead and the window open to the breezes. He heard her sigh in annoyance.
"Annamaria, for the last time-"
He grinned and pulled out the scented cloth from his pocket. "I'm sorry, beloved, but it's not that horrid female," he said.
Her eyes popped open and her mouth opened to scream. He stuffed the cloth onto her mouth and held her while she struggled and then fell unconscious. He left the cloth on her mouth for several more seconds to make sure she was out before bending over to pick her up.
He sniffed her neck. She smelled of flowers mixed in with the smell of the ocean. It was light and addictive. He smiled. He then swept her up into his arms and carried her out of the cabin, across the deck and down the gangplank. Once he reached the docks, he put his unconscious beloved into a small rowboat and cast off. He started rowing for his secret hideout and the place where he would keep himself, and his beloved, for the rest of their blissful lives.
Jack's POV:
The next morning, Jack found himself with the biggest hangover of his life. He blinked several times before the room finally came into focus and settled into its rightful place. He sat up straighter when he discovered that he hadn't drunk while aboard the Pearl, but was instead in one of the taverns in Tortuga. He frowned, trying to remember what had happened. He remembered wanting to get one mug of rum, but for some reason bottles of the stuff had kept appearing from nowhere. He felt his purse. No, his money was still there. He was Captain Jack Sparrow after all, and no one stole from him. So he hadn't ordered the rum, but someone had.
He shook his head. He had better get back to the Pearl. There was no doubt that his bonny lass would have his head this morning; she hated it when he got drunk in the taverns, which was why he always got drunk with his wife close by. He always ended up making her laugh with his drunken antics. If it were anyone else, they'd be beaten for laughing at him, but he was happy to make his wife laugh.
Dear God, his mind was babbling. He shook his head again, got up, then headed for his precious Pearl and his waiting wife.
When he arrived at the Pearl, a solemn scene greeted him. His entire crew stood on deck, each looking pale as a ghost. Annamaria stood at the top of the gangplank, a bandage wrapped around her head. Jack didn't like the looks of this one bit. When he got onboard, one particular face was missing. He looked around.
"Where's me bonny lass?" he asked, looking at the crew. They all shifted around under his gazed. Annamaria was the one to speak.
"He took her, cap'n," she said, rubbing her head.
Jack's blood froze in his veins. His eyes narrowed. "Who took her? Every pirate in the sea knows not to mess with my bonny lass."
Annamaria shook her head, wincing at the movement before clutching her head. "Who do ye think took her? It was that stiff-necked, wig-wearin' soldier of hers."
Jack's hand landed on his pistol. "Well? Why are ye all standing there for?!" he yelled. "Go and search the town, ye lazy dogs, before I start firing me pistol!" He started waving it around to emphasize his point. His crew instantly responded by running down the gangplank. "Wait!" They stopped. "I want all of ye here at noon so we can regroup!" The crew nodded before racing off and Jack returned his pistol to its previous place. Annamaria was starting down the gangplank before Jack stopped her. "I want ye to stay here, Annamaria."
She turned and glared at him. "I've got to go look for her, cap'n," she said, motioning towards the town.
Jack shook his head. "You go and lay down. He must have knocked ye good fer you to be wearing a bandage."
"Aye," Annamaria said, wincing. "He smacked me good, but not before I got a good look at him. I don't think that he knew I saw him, or else he would've shot me instead of whacking me in the side of the head." She rubbed the injured spot. "I'm sorry, cap'n, I've failed ye. I should have been more alert."
Jack patted her shoulder. "Don't worry. I thought that ole Tommy-boy would have given up or not come after us for a while yet, but I underestimated him." He fingered his pistol. "Looks like I'm going to have to come up with some creative ways of guttin' the man."
Annamaria started grinning. "Mind if I help?"
Jack grinned evilly. "Only after my bonny lass and I finish with him. Ye and the crew can have the leftovers." Both pirates started to laugh before heading below decks to start their rescue plots for Lara and revenge ideas for Thomas Pierce.
AN: Yes, he's finally done it! He's kidnapped Jack's bonny lass, and is going to keep her in that small little insane world of his. What will happen next? Will Jack find his lass before it's too late? Will Thomas finally have his way with his "beloved Lara?" Find out next chapter! Please review!