Disclaimer: Yes, of course I own Pirates of the Caribbean. Where have you
been? Didn't you see my name in the credits?!................
Pfft..riiiight, and the monkey is my uncle. If you did not catch the sarcasm then I worry for you. Anyways, don't steal my stuff and I won't steal yours.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this next chapter posted. I have about 5 of the chapters already written and just need to be revised before I post them, but there was a power outage a couple of days ago and the router got fried-even though there where two little power surge protector things to make sure it didn't get sizzled. So I had no internet for 3 days and was simply going mad. I have a bald spot from where I tore out a clump of hair *points to bald spot* see!? But anyways, here it is! Thank you to those who have reviewed, I really appreciate it. For everyone else-enjoy!
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Sometime while Rhiannon had been sitting their alone in her cell, deep in the bowels of the fabled Black Pearl, she had fallen asleep. Her knees were brought up to her chest and she wished she could wrap her arms around them, but couldn't because of her still-bound wrists. Her head drooped and rested in the hollow made between her legs and her chest. While she slept, she dreamed.
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Rhiannon was standing on a cobbled street with towering buildings to the left and right that rose until they disappeared into the blackness that was all around. She could only see about twenty feet in font and behind of her, for everything else was lost in the soupy fog that crawled its way along the street and swirled in the air. She could see a glowing yellow orb that sort of resembled the fluff of a dandelion ahead of her that she supposed must be the light from a streetlamp.
She felt an unexplainable, urgent need to run in that direction, to get to that street lamp. It was as if there was something there; waiting for her that she needed and wanted sorely but was not going to stay for long. She had to get to it, she was sure of it.
She started walking (her feet kicking up the mist so that it looked like cloudy water splashing about her in slow motion) towards the one bright spot in the sea of gloom and paused after she had taken only ten steps in that direction. Scrunching up her face in confusion, she started walking again, this time at a faster pace and she thought to count her steps. Thirty steps, she ought to have been very near the street lamp by now. Alas it was as it had been before, just as far, yet antagonizing near as it had been no more than forty steps behind her.
Maybe if I run at it I will get closer. This fog must be playing tricks on my eyes, and a dreadful fog it is too.
So she ran, and she ran some more; she ran until her chest ached and there were stitches in her side, her breath coming in pants. Still, it was to no avail, the retched lamp was as it had always been. Rhiannon made as if to stomp her foot in frustration, but stopped suddenly with her foot no more than an inch over the ground. She set her foot down softly and listened intently. Something had made a noise a second before her foot would have come into contact with the ground. The echo rang down the street, bouncing off of cobbles and buildings and making her ears ring.
Rhiannon feared that something sinister was lurking in the dark, close behind her. She sensed it just out of her sigh, hidden by the dense fog. Worried the thing, whatever it was, would come after her; Rhiannon ran full tilt towards the light. She ran for what seemed like hours, but by the reckoning of the lamplight, she hadn't moved and inch. Rhiannon's whirling mind could make no sense of it and as she was running, her toe was caught by one of the cobbles and she fell to the ground, hard. Her palms were skinned and her knees bruised. She screamed out and something like a giant mass in the shape of a black wolf pinned her to the ground and went to tear out her throat.
She awoke suddenly when she heard a clattering of metal; trembling and sweating and cold. Shivering, she looked around to find what had made the noise, fear still bubbling in her chest and she almost shrieked when she saw a blacker shape in the black around her. Then the shadow stepped forward into the light..
Rhiannon looked up and found herself peering through the bars at the face of Jack Sparrow, twirling a large key around his index finger. There was a shadow across his face and it covered his eyes so that she could see not but a twinkle confirming their existence. She was curled in the far corner of her cell on the damp and disgusting floor and she inwardly cowered.
"Well good eve'nin, missy. Have a nice forty winks did we, love?"
"Is it you I can thank for the untimely wake up call, Mr. Sparrow?" Rhiannon inquired, her voice seething with sarcasm.
"Aye, love," he grinned cockily and she turned away, rolling her eyes. "I think it would be silly for me to say 'thank you', so I hope you don't mind me skipping that part," she returned.
"Well-Rhiannon.uh..can I call ye Rhia?" when she did not respond he went on, "As I was sayin', love, ye are now on me ship, under me command. Ye can accept that or ye can't, yer choice, but either way yer still mine, savvy?" He waited for her to respond, and all she did was look up at him with cold eyes for a second before turning away again. He stopped twirling the key on his finger that would unlock the door into her cell, and turned it in the lock. He swung the door open and stepped inside.
As he neared Rhiannon let her fear take over her and she backed farther into the corner with each step he took. When his boot's toes were right under her nose, she finally gathered enough courage to glare straight up at him, with eyes full of defiance.
"Please, move farther away Mr. Sparrow," said Rhiannon softly and tersely, her voice like wind rustling through fall leaves. He noticed it was pleasant sounding, very feminine with a proper British accent, but with a soft huskiness that spoke of overcast days with wind sighing through tall grasses.
"My apologies Miss Bathoe," he brought his hands together in front of him, with the fingertips together as if in apology and bowed as if taunting her, "But yer company is jus' so pleasurable," he grinned brashly and took a step backwards, aware that that was less than she had hoped he would give but knew she wouldn't say anything. He could tell this one was stubborn and prideful. "Stand up, love. Look at me, here in the eyes."
She stood up slowly, trying not to sway on her exhausted limbs so as to give away even more weakness, but to stand up straight and tall. She found that even when she was standing her tallest, Jack was still a full hand and a half taller than she and she also became aware of how nervous she was with him cornering her against the bars of her cell. She had no where to run and had no where else to look beside his chest in front of her. In order to see his eyes, she had to tilt her head back quite far. He looked down at her, into her spiteful midnight-blue eyes and she looked up into his kohl-rimmed mahogany ones.
"Ye do understand that I am a pirate, and what I did t' night was what pirates do? Yer father was a rich man, an' so, a good target for pillagers and plunderers such as we. No prey, no pay, savvy?" he stated to her, holding his arms out to the sides as if in apology. She turned away.
"You are a pirate, that is nothing to be proud of and gives no excuse to murder," she said the last word with such seething anger in her voice that it made him grab her under the chin and force her to face him.
"Ye really ought'a lighten up, love," he chuckled lightly and smiled brilliantly, she couldn't help admiring how handsome his face was and she wanted to slap herself for it. Even under all the grim his arrestingly good looks shone through and Rhiannon found herself studying his features intensely. She traced the strong but graceful line of his jaw with her eyes, noting the high and pronounced cheekbones as well as the soft, kissable lips.
He watched her surveying of his countenance and paid close attention as her stunning eyes moved from one feature to the next. Her eyes were wide and innocent, lined with thick, dark lashes.
"Like what ye see, love? I could show ye more," he quirked a cocky eyebrow and a saucy, lopsided smile graced his lips. This caused her to look swiftly away and to back even farther against the wall; she wished she could slap him across his comely face for that brassy remark.
Blast these ropes, ooh once I get my hands free...
"I think it would be good if you were to leave now Mr. Sparrow," she said, not looking at him anymore. He missed her lovely face turned towards his, wanted her to look at him longer and let him capture her rosebud lips with his.
"Ye can call me Jack, love. Ready?" with that he turned towards the door once more and began to push the door outwards. He stopped halfway through the cells threshold before looking back at her still backed away into the corner. "Come love, I'm gonna take ye to yer room, unless ye'd rather stay here," he gestured animatedly, his hands gesticulating about like bird wings-sparrow wings. She glanced about her, but did not take much of what she saw in. He stepped aside from the doorway and bowed, motioning for her to precede him out, but she did not move. He quirked and eyebrow and crossed one arm against his chest. With the other arm, he brought his hand up to his face and began to inspect the condition of his nails. He rubbed the filthy nails on his just as filthy shirt as if to clean them off then looked up at her inquiringly.
"I'm not coming with you Mr. Sparrow. I would much rather stay here in this abominable cage than go anywhere with the likes of you," she spat the last word out contemptuously with the most stuck up expression on her face imaginable. She turned away with her nose in the air.
Jack didn't say anything for a moment, and contemplated the aloof girl. "Ye would rather stay here, love? Its much nicer upstairs, ye know..but all right, if that be what ye want.." He turned and grabbed her wrists. She gasped and tried to yank them out of his grip. She didn't know what he was doing and it was worrying her. He then slipped a knife from out of his belt (causing her to shriek in fear of what he might be planning to do with that blade) and sliced the ropes that still bound her. A moment later she heard the cell door slam closed and his retreating footsteps walk away and become muffled in the dark gloom. Rhiannon rubbed her sore wrists in confusion and almost thought about calling out, telling him she had changed her mind and then gone with him to a nice clean room, but she checked herself. She must honor her father; she could not be weak and cave in, submitting herself over to the odious Captain Sparrow. She must be strong. Maybe if Jack saw that she wasn't going to yield herself to him, he would give up and release her.
Looking about her, she finally took in the state of her cell. Though there was not much light to see by, it was obvious to her that the area was utterly disgusting. It was the epitome of impurity, the embodiment of filth. The floor was damp and it reeked of mold and decay-nothing like her posh little bedchamber back home.
Clearly Captain Jack isn't very strict when it comes to cleanliness. Here Rhiannon snorted, thinking about what she had just said in her mind. Well Rhia that was the understatement of the century. Of course he's not strict when it comes to cleanliness, just look at him..Ooh, just think how the ton would talk if they found out where I was right now.
Deciding she should do what she could to improve the space, she made herself busy. She used her feet to scoot the nasty rags out underneath the bars as well as any other debris within the enclosure. She scrubbed the brightest corner (the one closest to the kerosene-lamp on the wall a few feet away) with the hem of her skirt and sat down. Arranging her skirts about her so that none of her skin touched the less-then-spotless floor, she curled up and closed her eyes. A small sob escaped her when she remembered her father, she missed him. Hell, she even missed her twit of a mother, but she would not let it get to her, she must be as strong as she could.
Then and there she resolved to try and escape these bloody pirates and to get off that foul boat. As soon as she accomplished that she would make her way as quick as she could to Port Royale and find Commodore Norrington. He would know what to do about these ruffians; maybe she could even provide the Commodore with some valuable information that could aid in the capture of that odious Jack Sparrow. She smiled a cat-like grin in satisfaction before drifting off to sleep.
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A/N: Ta-da! I hope you all liked it and I plan to have the next chapter up either by tonight or tomorrow. Please R&R!
ArenynCai: Why thank'ee Pooter for the review.but don't you think you could have been a little more enthusiastic, hmm? teeheehee.muah! 3 much love.
Pfft..riiiight, and the monkey is my uncle. If you did not catch the sarcasm then I worry for you. Anyways, don't steal my stuff and I won't steal yours.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this next chapter posted. I have about 5 of the chapters already written and just need to be revised before I post them, but there was a power outage a couple of days ago and the router got fried-even though there where two little power surge protector things to make sure it didn't get sizzled. So I had no internet for 3 days and was simply going mad. I have a bald spot from where I tore out a clump of hair *points to bald spot* see!? But anyways, here it is! Thank you to those who have reviewed, I really appreciate it. For everyone else-enjoy!
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Sometime while Rhiannon had been sitting their alone in her cell, deep in the bowels of the fabled Black Pearl, she had fallen asleep. Her knees were brought up to her chest and she wished she could wrap her arms around them, but couldn't because of her still-bound wrists. Her head drooped and rested in the hollow made between her legs and her chest. While she slept, she dreamed.
...:.*.:...
Rhiannon was standing on a cobbled street with towering buildings to the left and right that rose until they disappeared into the blackness that was all around. She could only see about twenty feet in font and behind of her, for everything else was lost in the soupy fog that crawled its way along the street and swirled in the air. She could see a glowing yellow orb that sort of resembled the fluff of a dandelion ahead of her that she supposed must be the light from a streetlamp.
She felt an unexplainable, urgent need to run in that direction, to get to that street lamp. It was as if there was something there; waiting for her that she needed and wanted sorely but was not going to stay for long. She had to get to it, she was sure of it.
She started walking (her feet kicking up the mist so that it looked like cloudy water splashing about her in slow motion) towards the one bright spot in the sea of gloom and paused after she had taken only ten steps in that direction. Scrunching up her face in confusion, she started walking again, this time at a faster pace and she thought to count her steps. Thirty steps, she ought to have been very near the street lamp by now. Alas it was as it had been before, just as far, yet antagonizing near as it had been no more than forty steps behind her.
Maybe if I run at it I will get closer. This fog must be playing tricks on my eyes, and a dreadful fog it is too.
So she ran, and she ran some more; she ran until her chest ached and there were stitches in her side, her breath coming in pants. Still, it was to no avail, the retched lamp was as it had always been. Rhiannon made as if to stomp her foot in frustration, but stopped suddenly with her foot no more than an inch over the ground. She set her foot down softly and listened intently. Something had made a noise a second before her foot would have come into contact with the ground. The echo rang down the street, bouncing off of cobbles and buildings and making her ears ring.
Rhiannon feared that something sinister was lurking in the dark, close behind her. She sensed it just out of her sigh, hidden by the dense fog. Worried the thing, whatever it was, would come after her; Rhiannon ran full tilt towards the light. She ran for what seemed like hours, but by the reckoning of the lamplight, she hadn't moved and inch. Rhiannon's whirling mind could make no sense of it and as she was running, her toe was caught by one of the cobbles and she fell to the ground, hard. Her palms were skinned and her knees bruised. She screamed out and something like a giant mass in the shape of a black wolf pinned her to the ground and went to tear out her throat.
She awoke suddenly when she heard a clattering of metal; trembling and sweating and cold. Shivering, she looked around to find what had made the noise, fear still bubbling in her chest and she almost shrieked when she saw a blacker shape in the black around her. Then the shadow stepped forward into the light..
Rhiannon looked up and found herself peering through the bars at the face of Jack Sparrow, twirling a large key around his index finger. There was a shadow across his face and it covered his eyes so that she could see not but a twinkle confirming their existence. She was curled in the far corner of her cell on the damp and disgusting floor and she inwardly cowered.
"Well good eve'nin, missy. Have a nice forty winks did we, love?"
"Is it you I can thank for the untimely wake up call, Mr. Sparrow?" Rhiannon inquired, her voice seething with sarcasm.
"Aye, love," he grinned cockily and she turned away, rolling her eyes. "I think it would be silly for me to say 'thank you', so I hope you don't mind me skipping that part," she returned.
"Well-Rhiannon.uh..can I call ye Rhia?" when she did not respond he went on, "As I was sayin', love, ye are now on me ship, under me command. Ye can accept that or ye can't, yer choice, but either way yer still mine, savvy?" He waited for her to respond, and all she did was look up at him with cold eyes for a second before turning away again. He stopped twirling the key on his finger that would unlock the door into her cell, and turned it in the lock. He swung the door open and stepped inside.
As he neared Rhiannon let her fear take over her and she backed farther into the corner with each step he took. When his boot's toes were right under her nose, she finally gathered enough courage to glare straight up at him, with eyes full of defiance.
"Please, move farther away Mr. Sparrow," said Rhiannon softly and tersely, her voice like wind rustling through fall leaves. He noticed it was pleasant sounding, very feminine with a proper British accent, but with a soft huskiness that spoke of overcast days with wind sighing through tall grasses.
"My apologies Miss Bathoe," he brought his hands together in front of him, with the fingertips together as if in apology and bowed as if taunting her, "But yer company is jus' so pleasurable," he grinned brashly and took a step backwards, aware that that was less than she had hoped he would give but knew she wouldn't say anything. He could tell this one was stubborn and prideful. "Stand up, love. Look at me, here in the eyes."
She stood up slowly, trying not to sway on her exhausted limbs so as to give away even more weakness, but to stand up straight and tall. She found that even when she was standing her tallest, Jack was still a full hand and a half taller than she and she also became aware of how nervous she was with him cornering her against the bars of her cell. She had no where to run and had no where else to look beside his chest in front of her. In order to see his eyes, she had to tilt her head back quite far. He looked down at her, into her spiteful midnight-blue eyes and she looked up into his kohl-rimmed mahogany ones.
"Ye do understand that I am a pirate, and what I did t' night was what pirates do? Yer father was a rich man, an' so, a good target for pillagers and plunderers such as we. No prey, no pay, savvy?" he stated to her, holding his arms out to the sides as if in apology. She turned away.
"You are a pirate, that is nothing to be proud of and gives no excuse to murder," she said the last word with such seething anger in her voice that it made him grab her under the chin and force her to face him.
"Ye really ought'a lighten up, love," he chuckled lightly and smiled brilliantly, she couldn't help admiring how handsome his face was and she wanted to slap herself for it. Even under all the grim his arrestingly good looks shone through and Rhiannon found herself studying his features intensely. She traced the strong but graceful line of his jaw with her eyes, noting the high and pronounced cheekbones as well as the soft, kissable lips.
He watched her surveying of his countenance and paid close attention as her stunning eyes moved from one feature to the next. Her eyes were wide and innocent, lined with thick, dark lashes.
"Like what ye see, love? I could show ye more," he quirked a cocky eyebrow and a saucy, lopsided smile graced his lips. This caused her to look swiftly away and to back even farther against the wall; she wished she could slap him across his comely face for that brassy remark.
Blast these ropes, ooh once I get my hands free...
"I think it would be good if you were to leave now Mr. Sparrow," she said, not looking at him anymore. He missed her lovely face turned towards his, wanted her to look at him longer and let him capture her rosebud lips with his.
"Ye can call me Jack, love. Ready?" with that he turned towards the door once more and began to push the door outwards. He stopped halfway through the cells threshold before looking back at her still backed away into the corner. "Come love, I'm gonna take ye to yer room, unless ye'd rather stay here," he gestured animatedly, his hands gesticulating about like bird wings-sparrow wings. She glanced about her, but did not take much of what she saw in. He stepped aside from the doorway and bowed, motioning for her to precede him out, but she did not move. He quirked and eyebrow and crossed one arm against his chest. With the other arm, he brought his hand up to his face and began to inspect the condition of his nails. He rubbed the filthy nails on his just as filthy shirt as if to clean them off then looked up at her inquiringly.
"I'm not coming with you Mr. Sparrow. I would much rather stay here in this abominable cage than go anywhere with the likes of you," she spat the last word out contemptuously with the most stuck up expression on her face imaginable. She turned away with her nose in the air.
Jack didn't say anything for a moment, and contemplated the aloof girl. "Ye would rather stay here, love? Its much nicer upstairs, ye know..but all right, if that be what ye want.." He turned and grabbed her wrists. She gasped and tried to yank them out of his grip. She didn't know what he was doing and it was worrying her. He then slipped a knife from out of his belt (causing her to shriek in fear of what he might be planning to do with that blade) and sliced the ropes that still bound her. A moment later she heard the cell door slam closed and his retreating footsteps walk away and become muffled in the dark gloom. Rhiannon rubbed her sore wrists in confusion and almost thought about calling out, telling him she had changed her mind and then gone with him to a nice clean room, but she checked herself. She must honor her father; she could not be weak and cave in, submitting herself over to the odious Captain Sparrow. She must be strong. Maybe if Jack saw that she wasn't going to yield herself to him, he would give up and release her.
Looking about her, she finally took in the state of her cell. Though there was not much light to see by, it was obvious to her that the area was utterly disgusting. It was the epitome of impurity, the embodiment of filth. The floor was damp and it reeked of mold and decay-nothing like her posh little bedchamber back home.
Clearly Captain Jack isn't very strict when it comes to cleanliness. Here Rhiannon snorted, thinking about what she had just said in her mind. Well Rhia that was the understatement of the century. Of course he's not strict when it comes to cleanliness, just look at him..Ooh, just think how the ton would talk if they found out where I was right now.
Deciding she should do what she could to improve the space, she made herself busy. She used her feet to scoot the nasty rags out underneath the bars as well as any other debris within the enclosure. She scrubbed the brightest corner (the one closest to the kerosene-lamp on the wall a few feet away) with the hem of her skirt and sat down. Arranging her skirts about her so that none of her skin touched the less-then-spotless floor, she curled up and closed her eyes. A small sob escaped her when she remembered her father, she missed him. Hell, she even missed her twit of a mother, but she would not let it get to her, she must be as strong as she could.
Then and there she resolved to try and escape these bloody pirates and to get off that foul boat. As soon as she accomplished that she would make her way as quick as she could to Port Royale and find Commodore Norrington. He would know what to do about these ruffians; maybe she could even provide the Commodore with some valuable information that could aid in the capture of that odious Jack Sparrow. She smiled a cat-like grin in satisfaction before drifting off to sleep.
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A/N: Ta-da! I hope you all liked it and I plan to have the next chapter up either by tonight or tomorrow. Please R&R!
ArenynCai: Why thank'ee Pooter for the review.but don't you think you could have been a little more enthusiastic, hmm? teeheehee.muah! 3 much love.