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A/N: Fourth chapter and 5 reviews! Whoo! I'm on a roll! Keep 'um comin' guys and I'll keep the chapters coming! Deal? Deal.
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When Rhiannon awoke in the morning there was a tray of some stale bread and some ale on the floor near the door. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and crawled over to the appreciated victuals. Before beginning to tear into the food as she would have liked to, she looked around for anyone lurking in the gloom that could be watching her. Satisfied that there was no one to see her, she tore into the bread (after inspecting it closely for anything funny looking about it and sniffed to make sure it smelled right-Never can tell what these bloody pirates will do) in a very un-ladylike manner and swallowed the huge piece before it was properly chewed. She had consumed more than half the loaf of bread before remembering that there was a drink for her as well. Realizing that she was quite thirsty, she took a large draught out of the crude clay mug before spewing it out in front of her. Just at that precise moment, Jack decided walk up to her. He had caught the scene of her discharging her drink and arched an eyebrow in speculation.
"Something not right with yer rum, love?" queried Jack. "Yes.the fact that it is rum is what's wrong!" replied Rhiannon, her face twisted in distaste.
"Wha-," here Jack looked completely befuddled, "What do ye mean 'the fact that it is rum'? What's wrong with rum?"
"I do not drink rum Mr. Sparrow; I much prefer tea or water. Rum is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels," Jack couldn't help roll his eyes in exasperation when she said this.
What is it with these respectable types!? Do their mothers drill nonsense like this into their heads from birth!? I wonder if her and that Miss Elizabeth ever knew each other..
"Don't you roll your eyes at ME, sir! I demand that you bring me something decent to drink!" By now she was standing with her hands on her hips and glaring at him through the bars.
"Sorry love, but I can't do that," Jack responded, a look of pure amusement across his face when he saw her eyes widen and lean closer.
"And.Why.Not?" She punctuated each syllable with a pause, her face full of consternation.
"Well, mostly love, because there ain't nothing else t' drink, this is all we got 'cept maybe some stale water and I don't suspect ye'll be wantin' that anymore than the rum," he held his arms out at his sides in apology, then he leaned in close so that their noses were only separated by the bars, "Ye could come out of there and see fer yerself if ye wanted, love."
Rhiannon straightened up and said, "You said it yourself Mr. Sparrow, there isn't anything else for me to drink so I might as well not waste my time and stay where I am." With that she turned away, her small nose in the air, and sat back down gracefully, silently dismissing him from her presence. Jack sighed and shook his head.
Stubborn chit. This may very well take longer than I thought, but she'll warm up to me, mark my words.
With that he left her to return above deck to command his crew on their journey to Tortuga. He couldn't wait to dock and step off his ship to enjoy a night partaking in the delights Tortuga had to offer. Inns, rum and some pleasurable company were all first on his to-do list.
"Coulda had a taste o' that pleasurable comp'ny already..," he grumbled as he made his way up the stairs.
"She still refusin' t' come out Cap'n?" asked First Mate Gibbs.
"Aye, she's puttin' up a good fight, silly chit. I'll just let her brood down there for a while and she'll be begging t' be let out o' that birdcage by the end o' the day, just ye wait an' see Gibbs," and with that the two marauding men made there way to the helm, speaking enthusiastically of all the excitement that awaited them in Tortuga.
Rhiannon sat shivering in her gown, devoid of any sort of cloak or coat, and hugged herself to try and hold in as much warmth as possible. She finished the bread and then looked at the tankard of rum with distaste. She was parched though, and so curled her slender finger around the handle and lifted it towards her mouth. She held her nose with her other hand while she drained the mug as quickly as she could. Her face scrunched as if she were taking some nasty medicine and she hiccupped once it was all gone. It had burned as it ran down her throat and she now felt a tad bit lightheaded. Her eyes were having trouble focusing without making her a tad but dizzy, so she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the bars of the cell.
Blasted rum, I'm sure to have an awful headache to keep me company for the rest of the day. Mother would be absolutely appalled if she found out. She resigned herself to sitting herself in the corner and pondering.
Interesting bit of fate this is. First I'm shipped off to be married to a stranger, next I'm actually held prisoner on a pirate ship. What next? Flying pigs and dancing bears?.....She continued on like this, getting herself into a right frenzy. She got up and began to pace, attempting to release some of the pent up anger and energy boiling up inside of her. Grr.I ought to box that Sparrow fellow's ears when I next see him. Yes, that's what I'll do. I'll tell him to let me out of here and I'll bash his head in as soon as the door is open..
She stopped when she heard a faint footfall behind her. She turned to see someone new standing there. It startled her for a second, for she had been expecting Jack to be the one sneaking up on her, but it was a young man with dirty blonde hair and a blue bandana tied around his neck. He took a quick swig from a small 'black jack' and then addressed her.
"Miss Rhiannon, the Cap'n wanted to inform ye of our 'imminent arrival at port'-at least I think that's what he said, don't rightly know the meanin' of them big words, but I think it means that were getting close.." He stopped when she interrupted.
"What port?" she asked of him, hoping he meant Port Royale.
"Well, Tortuga a' course.where did ye think we was goin'?" he answered her and her shoulders sagged as her excitement deflated, "Anyways, he told me t' ask ye if ye would kindly join him fer dinner?"
Rhiannon thought about this before answering him. If she refused him it might let him know exactly how much she loathed him and that she refused to let him control her, but if she agreed, she might have a chance to escape. She weighed her choices and then made up her mind.
'Of course I'll join the Captain for dinner, I would be positively delighted," she said with a voice of poisoned honey. She batted her long eyelashes for effect and gave him her most charismatic smiles. He smiled at this and unlocked the gate to her cell. He bowed her out and she rolled her eyes as she passed him. Leading her up to the next floor in the ship she found herself in an area of the boat that had much nicer conditions that where she had been so far. She could see that up here, the floor were recently scrubbed and there were quite a few less cobwebs and other undistinguishable items..in fact, there were none at all.
Hmm.maybe I misjudged the loathsome Captain Sparrow after all, his ship isn't all that disgusting..just he is..Rhiannon snorted as she thought this and her escort glanced at her questioningly. She merely smiled and he continued leading her to wherever she would be dining with the Captain, or so she supposed.
They soon came to a door stained just as black as the whole rest of the ship but there was a carving on the front of the door in the shape of some sort of bird flying in front of a setting sun, its rays reaching fingers out over the sea and into the heavens. Her guide opened the door for her, bowed and stepped aside so that she could enter. Without a word of thanks to him, she made to sweep past him with and imperious and haughty look on her lovely face, but the effect was shattered when he pinched her behind as she passed. She shrieked in surprise and jumped into the room.
She turned around and the door was slammed closed before she could assail him with a barrage of verbal attack. She heard his bawdy laughter lower in volume as he walked away. She clenched her hands by her sides and sucked air through her teeth, seething. Bloody pirates...
"Ahem.," she turned quickly at the sound of someone else's voice in the room.
"Oh.it's you," she said this unenthusiastically, "Mr. Sparrow, would you mind telling your crew to KEEP THEIR PAWS TO THEMSELVES!? I don't enjoy being violated in such a manner if you do not mind." Rhiannon crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the air.
In mock seriousness, Jack gave her the 'customized Jack Sparrow bow', "Oh, will do love, will do...but first I thought ye might like t' get yerself tidied up a bit before we proceed to our.er.dinning arrangement?" She looked at him and nodded. He grinned widely and stepped aside as if unveiling the result of some magic trick and revealed a large barrel. Walking the long was around the table, so as not to have to pass to closely to him, she came up to the barrel and peered inside. It was full of water. She regarded the renegade in front of her with an expression on her face that seemed to say, "What is this? Some kind of joke?"
"What do you expect me to do with this?" she asked of him, the fact that she thought he was completely mad clear in her voice.
"Why, bathe ye self a' course," he answered evenly.
"I thought you said there was no water on board," she reminded him scornfully.
"I didn't say there was no water aboard, love. Just that there was none to drink. Ye can't drink stale water, but it makes no diff'rence t' bathe in it, now does it?" he countered, smirking when she sniffed and rolled her eyes. With that, he bowed once more and turned to leave.
Rhiannon was too intent on stripping off her filthy clothes, now dirty beyond repair, and getting into the water (even if it was cold) that she didn't pay any attention to hear if the door closed or make sure that he left. She undid the top buttons of her dress down the back and then pulled it off. She popped off one of the remaining buttons as she ripped it the rest of the way off and threw it to the side, moving on to the corset. She had some difficulty with the laces and managed in the end, discarding it to the floor and began with the buttons on the front of her petticoat. Then she stopped when she hear the scuffing of a boot.
As quick as lightning, her head snapped in the direction of the door, where she saw Jack standing-one leg crossed over the other as he leaned against the door jam and a raptorial grin on his face. His dark eyes glittered, and her jaw dropped.
She snapped her gaping mouth shut and her teeth clicked with the impact. She collected herself enough to blare out, "WHAT do you think you are DOING!? Get out! NOW!" She crossed the room in a few long strides and pushed him from the room and slammed the door in his face with as much force as she possessed. It sent the wood of the floor and walls to shuddering. She could hear someone say "shiver me timbers" as they passed by the door and she smiled to herself in satisfaction. Shiver me timbers indeed, I never understood that term until now...she giggled and then doffed the rest of her garments and practically leapt into the water-filled barrel. She spent what seemed like hours scrubbing her skin, turning it pink with the intensity of her efforts and then submerged her hair and did the same to it. She looked around for something that would help scrub the grime off of her skin and noticed something that looked like coarse, handmade animal-fat soap. She grabbed it off the nearby dresser and used it to wash her entire body.
Sighing in contentment, she sunk down into the water and closed her eyes. Just as she thought she might dose off, the door burst open behind her. She shrilled in alarm and just barely was able to catch herself before jumping up, and so revealing her not-so-covered-self to the kohl rimmed eyes of Jack Sparrow.
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A/N: Sorry about such a short chapter, but I had to cut the fun off somewhere other wise the next chapter would have been insanely long. Just a couple of thanks to my latest reviewers:
TrappedAndAnnoyed: Ta, love!! ^_^
Oil Pastel: Thanks so much! I'll try to update as often as possible!
I hope to get the next bit up soon, all depends on how much homework I get *shakes fist at teachers*, but as soon as I can I will have it posted. It could be up by tomorrow and at the longest it will only take a few days. Keep reading and reviewing and I'll keep writing! Ta-ra!
A/N: Fourth chapter and 5 reviews! Whoo! I'm on a roll! Keep 'um comin' guys and I'll keep the chapters coming! Deal? Deal.
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When Rhiannon awoke in the morning there was a tray of some stale bread and some ale on the floor near the door. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and crawled over to the appreciated victuals. Before beginning to tear into the food as she would have liked to, she looked around for anyone lurking in the gloom that could be watching her. Satisfied that there was no one to see her, she tore into the bread (after inspecting it closely for anything funny looking about it and sniffed to make sure it smelled right-Never can tell what these bloody pirates will do) in a very un-ladylike manner and swallowed the huge piece before it was properly chewed. She had consumed more than half the loaf of bread before remembering that there was a drink for her as well. Realizing that she was quite thirsty, she took a large draught out of the crude clay mug before spewing it out in front of her. Just at that precise moment, Jack decided walk up to her. He had caught the scene of her discharging her drink and arched an eyebrow in speculation.
"Something not right with yer rum, love?" queried Jack. "Yes.the fact that it is rum is what's wrong!" replied Rhiannon, her face twisted in distaste.
"Wha-," here Jack looked completely befuddled, "What do ye mean 'the fact that it is rum'? What's wrong with rum?"
"I do not drink rum Mr. Sparrow; I much prefer tea or water. Rum is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels," Jack couldn't help roll his eyes in exasperation when she said this.
What is it with these respectable types!? Do their mothers drill nonsense like this into their heads from birth!? I wonder if her and that Miss Elizabeth ever knew each other..
"Don't you roll your eyes at ME, sir! I demand that you bring me something decent to drink!" By now she was standing with her hands on her hips and glaring at him through the bars.
"Sorry love, but I can't do that," Jack responded, a look of pure amusement across his face when he saw her eyes widen and lean closer.
"And.Why.Not?" She punctuated each syllable with a pause, her face full of consternation.
"Well, mostly love, because there ain't nothing else t' drink, this is all we got 'cept maybe some stale water and I don't suspect ye'll be wantin' that anymore than the rum," he held his arms out at his sides in apology, then he leaned in close so that their noses were only separated by the bars, "Ye could come out of there and see fer yerself if ye wanted, love."
Rhiannon straightened up and said, "You said it yourself Mr. Sparrow, there isn't anything else for me to drink so I might as well not waste my time and stay where I am." With that she turned away, her small nose in the air, and sat back down gracefully, silently dismissing him from her presence. Jack sighed and shook his head.
Stubborn chit. This may very well take longer than I thought, but she'll warm up to me, mark my words.
With that he left her to return above deck to command his crew on their journey to Tortuga. He couldn't wait to dock and step off his ship to enjoy a night partaking in the delights Tortuga had to offer. Inns, rum and some pleasurable company were all first on his to-do list.
"Coulda had a taste o' that pleasurable comp'ny already..," he grumbled as he made his way up the stairs.
"She still refusin' t' come out Cap'n?" asked First Mate Gibbs.
"Aye, she's puttin' up a good fight, silly chit. I'll just let her brood down there for a while and she'll be begging t' be let out o' that birdcage by the end o' the day, just ye wait an' see Gibbs," and with that the two marauding men made there way to the helm, speaking enthusiastically of all the excitement that awaited them in Tortuga.
Rhiannon sat shivering in her gown, devoid of any sort of cloak or coat, and hugged herself to try and hold in as much warmth as possible. She finished the bread and then looked at the tankard of rum with distaste. She was parched though, and so curled her slender finger around the handle and lifted it towards her mouth. She held her nose with her other hand while she drained the mug as quickly as she could. Her face scrunched as if she were taking some nasty medicine and she hiccupped once it was all gone. It had burned as it ran down her throat and she now felt a tad bit lightheaded. Her eyes were having trouble focusing without making her a tad but dizzy, so she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the bars of the cell.
Blasted rum, I'm sure to have an awful headache to keep me company for the rest of the day. Mother would be absolutely appalled if she found out. She resigned herself to sitting herself in the corner and pondering.
Interesting bit of fate this is. First I'm shipped off to be married to a stranger, next I'm actually held prisoner on a pirate ship. What next? Flying pigs and dancing bears?.....She continued on like this, getting herself into a right frenzy. She got up and began to pace, attempting to release some of the pent up anger and energy boiling up inside of her. Grr.I ought to box that Sparrow fellow's ears when I next see him. Yes, that's what I'll do. I'll tell him to let me out of here and I'll bash his head in as soon as the door is open..
She stopped when she heard a faint footfall behind her. She turned to see someone new standing there. It startled her for a second, for she had been expecting Jack to be the one sneaking up on her, but it was a young man with dirty blonde hair and a blue bandana tied around his neck. He took a quick swig from a small 'black jack' and then addressed her.
"Miss Rhiannon, the Cap'n wanted to inform ye of our 'imminent arrival at port'-at least I think that's what he said, don't rightly know the meanin' of them big words, but I think it means that were getting close.." He stopped when she interrupted.
"What port?" she asked of him, hoping he meant Port Royale.
"Well, Tortuga a' course.where did ye think we was goin'?" he answered her and her shoulders sagged as her excitement deflated, "Anyways, he told me t' ask ye if ye would kindly join him fer dinner?"
Rhiannon thought about this before answering him. If she refused him it might let him know exactly how much she loathed him and that she refused to let him control her, but if she agreed, she might have a chance to escape. She weighed her choices and then made up her mind.
'Of course I'll join the Captain for dinner, I would be positively delighted," she said with a voice of poisoned honey. She batted her long eyelashes for effect and gave him her most charismatic smiles. He smiled at this and unlocked the gate to her cell. He bowed her out and she rolled her eyes as she passed him. Leading her up to the next floor in the ship she found herself in an area of the boat that had much nicer conditions that where she had been so far. She could see that up here, the floor were recently scrubbed and there were quite a few less cobwebs and other undistinguishable items..in fact, there were none at all.
Hmm.maybe I misjudged the loathsome Captain Sparrow after all, his ship isn't all that disgusting..just he is..Rhiannon snorted as she thought this and her escort glanced at her questioningly. She merely smiled and he continued leading her to wherever she would be dining with the Captain, or so she supposed.
They soon came to a door stained just as black as the whole rest of the ship but there was a carving on the front of the door in the shape of some sort of bird flying in front of a setting sun, its rays reaching fingers out over the sea and into the heavens. Her guide opened the door for her, bowed and stepped aside so that she could enter. Without a word of thanks to him, she made to sweep past him with and imperious and haughty look on her lovely face, but the effect was shattered when he pinched her behind as she passed. She shrieked in surprise and jumped into the room.
She turned around and the door was slammed closed before she could assail him with a barrage of verbal attack. She heard his bawdy laughter lower in volume as he walked away. She clenched her hands by her sides and sucked air through her teeth, seething. Bloody pirates...
"Ahem.," she turned quickly at the sound of someone else's voice in the room.
"Oh.it's you," she said this unenthusiastically, "Mr. Sparrow, would you mind telling your crew to KEEP THEIR PAWS TO THEMSELVES!? I don't enjoy being violated in such a manner if you do not mind." Rhiannon crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the air.
In mock seriousness, Jack gave her the 'customized Jack Sparrow bow', "Oh, will do love, will do...but first I thought ye might like t' get yerself tidied up a bit before we proceed to our.er.dinning arrangement?" She looked at him and nodded. He grinned widely and stepped aside as if unveiling the result of some magic trick and revealed a large barrel. Walking the long was around the table, so as not to have to pass to closely to him, she came up to the barrel and peered inside. It was full of water. She regarded the renegade in front of her with an expression on her face that seemed to say, "What is this? Some kind of joke?"
"What do you expect me to do with this?" she asked of him, the fact that she thought he was completely mad clear in her voice.
"Why, bathe ye self a' course," he answered evenly.
"I thought you said there was no water on board," she reminded him scornfully.
"I didn't say there was no water aboard, love. Just that there was none to drink. Ye can't drink stale water, but it makes no diff'rence t' bathe in it, now does it?" he countered, smirking when she sniffed and rolled her eyes. With that, he bowed once more and turned to leave.
Rhiannon was too intent on stripping off her filthy clothes, now dirty beyond repair, and getting into the water (even if it was cold) that she didn't pay any attention to hear if the door closed or make sure that he left. She undid the top buttons of her dress down the back and then pulled it off. She popped off one of the remaining buttons as she ripped it the rest of the way off and threw it to the side, moving on to the corset. She had some difficulty with the laces and managed in the end, discarding it to the floor and began with the buttons on the front of her petticoat. Then she stopped when she hear the scuffing of a boot.
As quick as lightning, her head snapped in the direction of the door, where she saw Jack standing-one leg crossed over the other as he leaned against the door jam and a raptorial grin on his face. His dark eyes glittered, and her jaw dropped.
She snapped her gaping mouth shut and her teeth clicked with the impact. She collected herself enough to blare out, "WHAT do you think you are DOING!? Get out! NOW!" She crossed the room in a few long strides and pushed him from the room and slammed the door in his face with as much force as she possessed. It sent the wood of the floor and walls to shuddering. She could hear someone say "shiver me timbers" as they passed by the door and she smiled to herself in satisfaction. Shiver me timbers indeed, I never understood that term until now...she giggled and then doffed the rest of her garments and practically leapt into the water-filled barrel. She spent what seemed like hours scrubbing her skin, turning it pink with the intensity of her efforts and then submerged her hair and did the same to it. She looked around for something that would help scrub the grime off of her skin and noticed something that looked like coarse, handmade animal-fat soap. She grabbed it off the nearby dresser and used it to wash her entire body.
Sighing in contentment, she sunk down into the water and closed her eyes. Just as she thought she might dose off, the door burst open behind her. She shrilled in alarm and just barely was able to catch herself before jumping up, and so revealing her not-so-covered-self to the kohl rimmed eyes of Jack Sparrow.
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A/N: Sorry about such a short chapter, but I had to cut the fun off somewhere other wise the next chapter would have been insanely long. Just a couple of thanks to my latest reviewers:
TrappedAndAnnoyed: Ta, love!! ^_^
Oil Pastel: Thanks so much! I'll try to update as often as possible!
I hope to get the next bit up soon, all depends on how much homework I get *shakes fist at teachers*, but as soon as I can I will have it posted. It could be up by tomorrow and at the longest it will only take a few days. Keep reading and reviewing and I'll keep writing! Ta-ra!