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ESCAPING THE TINYS
I couldn't believe it.
There, right in front of me, stood the hidious and drunken pirate I'd sworn never to encounter again. Captain Jack Sparrow. He'd just bursed in on me, it was the last thing in the world I would've expected.
Yet there he was, wearing the very same clothes as the last day I saw him, with the dark hair and dark eyes, staring at me with a nasty grin. "Why, Sally, you're as pretty as ever," he said.
"Jack?" I could think of nothing more to say. Why was he here? What had made him come? WHY?
"Aye, the one and only, love," he replied as I stood up from the bed and approached him. Before he got a chance to react, or I got a chance to regret, I slapped him hard across the face.
He stood there for a moment, clearly a bit shocked by my behaviour. "I often have that comin' to me, but this time I feel it was unprovoked. What's the occasion, Sally?"
I stared angrily at him. What could I say? I didn't even know why I had done it myself. It just felt like the right thing to do. He was a pirate, after all, and a foul, smelling one at that. And it did actually feel as though he'd abandoned me back then, although I'd never admit such a thing to anyone.
"No occasion," I answered. "It's just a habit I've got. You know, to slap pirates."
He grinned. "Yer attitude hasn't changed, lass, I'm glad to 'ear it. Now listen, we can't stay here."
I looked at him, confused. "What are you talkin' about, Sparrow? What are you doing here?"
"I've come to take ya away, before it's too late," he said. "It may sound a bit... dramatic, but believe me, that's neccessary. You'll be in a big heap of trouble if you stay here."
"You've come all the way to Warren to take me away from somethin' dangerous, is that what you're saying?" I asked.
"Aye, Sal, that's what I'm sayin'."
I almost felt like laughing. This was ridiculous! Jack and I had never been as close as Lily had insisted, we couldn't even refer to each other as "good friends". The only relationship we'd had between us had been him trying to get his way with me, and my refusing it. Mostly, that had been all, anyways. I couldn't help but remembering the few serious conversations we'd shared, no matter how few there were of them.
But still... It was just ridiculous, him showing up. "Jack, I... I barely even remember you! You're just another one of those lads who used to come into the bar, and I'd serve ya drinks, and that had been it! I barely remember you!"
"Now that hurts, love," he said with a smile. "But if it's any conselation, the memories of you are vague as well."
I couldn't help but showing an expression of anger. His memories of me were vague? That was impossible. It had to be.
"That's not important, lass," he said when he saw my expression. "I know who you are, and you know who I am. We all know each other, that's great. Now lets leave!"
He reached for my hand, as if to assist me. "Hold on," I said, pulling my hand away before he could grab it. "Just what do you think you're doing, Sparrow? I ain't goin' nowhere! I'm happy here where I am! I'm not gonna run off somewhere with you!"
"Sal," he said with a voice oppressed with anger and stress, "this is really not the time to be negotiatin'."
"Negotiating? So you need me now, is that it?"
He sighed. "All right, look. In about ten seconds, a group of at least five Tinys is gonna come runnin' through that door, lookin' fer YOU. Now you can either get out of here with me, and maybe live long enough to turn twenty, or you can stay and face what's comin' to ya. Your choice, love."
"Tinys?" I said. "Who are they?"
"This ain't the time for details, Sally!" he insisted, and grabbed my wrist with a painful strength. "They can't get their hands on you, savvy?"
"But I can't just leave," I protested. "I know nothing of this! I am quite happy here, Jack, happier than I've been in a long time! I can't leave before I know if this is -"
As if Jack had been psychic, at that very moment the door fled open and five men dressed in fancy clothes, pretty much like those worn by the gentlemen Peg had attended to two weeks ago, came storming in, guns and swords in hands.
"- serious." I finished, and realized just what had happened.
"Damn," Jack muttered.
"Sparrow!" one of the men said. These had to be what Jack had called the "Tinys". The Tiny in front smiled, pointing his gun towards the pirate. "I really feared I had seen the last of you during my visit on Warren, but luckily, fate strikes on me again. And isn't it amusing that I should encounter both you and Sally Goldee in the same room?"
"We really have a different sense of humour, duke," Jack replied with anger in his voice. Suddenly, before I could react, he reached for my hair and dragged my head back. Within seconds he'd pulled out a dagger and forced it to my throat.
The Tinys immediately reacted. "No need to get dramatic, Sparrow," the duke said with a shaking voice. "She's no use to any of us dead."
I could barely think. The feeling of cold steel against my skin made things a bit more complicated, and if I had been any braver or crazier, I would have found a way to kick Jack in the groin in order to get free, but since I'm none of those things, I didn't. I just stood there, holding my breath, praying that Jack hadn't gone mad enough to cut my throat in order to get to live for himself.
"Just back up a bit, duke," Jack said. "And Sally may still be useful to ye."
"Now, now," the duke whispered. "We both know you want your hands on the information she's got. We know you're not going to kill her, so just stop this stupid game. You can't win, Jack."
"I'll find some other way to aquire that information, mate," Jack smiled. "Sure, it may get a bit tricky, but the alternative for lettin' her live is me own death, ain't it? Unless you're willin' to step out again and leave this place. Then the both of us may still 'ave a chance, savvy?"
The Tinys apparently thought about it for a moment. Then finally, the duke spoke: "I could shoot you right now, Sparrow. Quick, but effective."
"Now you see, that's not very wise," Jack replied. "This knife is an inch from her death. If you shoot me, no one knows what will happen to that knife as I die. D'ya know what I'm sayin'?"
The duke stared fiercly at him. "Damn you, Sparrow, and all of your kind!"
"If ye weren't so desperate for fame and glory, duke, you could 'ave gotten your hands on Captain Jack Sparrow." He smiled, and I noticed his grip on my hair loosened a bit. He seemed to be winning the argument...
"We do not wish for the girl to be killed," the duke said. "But we can't move away from this door, Jack, that would be like betraying the law itself."
"Aye," Jack agreed. "And since ye ARE the law, that would be really stupid..."
Suddenly, he started backing up in the room, pulling me with him, the knife still at my throat. "It's been a pleasure, Tinys," Jack said, "but we've got some place to be." At that, we reached the end of the room, where a window stood open. I suddenly realized what he was planning to do.
"Oh no," I said. "No, Sparrow, not the window. We're in the second floor!"
"They're blockin' the door, love," he replied to be. Then he quickly leaned in towards my ear and whispered: "I jump first. Two seconds after, you jump. Savvy? Don't hestitate, or it'll be the last thing ya do."
I gave him a quick nod. And just as the Tinys figured out they weren't gonna let Jack Sparrow jump out of the window with his hostage, Jack let go of me and made a jump straight out of the window.
"No!" the duke beamed, and stared at me, raising his gun. "If you move, girl..." he started, but I didn't stay to hear the end of it. Before I got a chance to even consider not doing it, I climbed through the window and jumped down with a scream and closed eyes.
I made a rather uncomfortable landing straight in the arms of Jack Sparrow. Mind you, I'm sure it would have been a lot more uncomfortable had he not been there to catch me.
"Easy, love," he smiled as I fell into his arms. "This ain't the time for intimacy. We're in a hurry."
I quickly loosened from his grip, but he didn't let go of my right hand. In stead, he quickly led me down through the streets. We hadn't gotten far before we could hear the voices of the Tinys chasing us.
Jack led me through streets and alleys as fast as I could run, wearing my dress and stupid shoes. They weren't exactly pefect for a runaway, but I made better speed than a lady with a corset would have made.
At last, we reached the bay, and Jack led me across the docks, and then I spotted what had to be his biggest pride: The Black Pearl.
I recognized it immediately, it was the only ship with the black sails. It was a beautiful ship, even I have to admit to that. And I had always known it was Jack's pride, and the only thing he loved more than himself and his many treasures. Lily was indeed right, Jack couldn't possibly love a woman, not with a ship like that. It was every sailorman's dream, I'm sure of it.
It didn't do as much for me, though, I have no big passion for ships. But even I could tell, this was a beauty.
Jack stopped by a rowboat with two fishermen in it. "Stop foolin' around," he said to them, and they quickly dropped their fishing rods and helped me and Jack get into the boat. Just as the Tinys reached the docks, we were well on our way out to the Black Pearl.
I sighed. Within few minutes, I had been dragged away from my home and my work, and now I was heading for the Black Pearl. For which reason, I still had no knowledge of. But Jack seemed too stressed to be able to answer any of my questions at the moment.
"That was a close one, Captain," the man who was rowing said.
"Aye, Gibbs, it was," Jack answered. "And they'll soon be followin' us in their ship, if I'm not mistaken."
"We better get the Pearl out at sea quickly then," the man called Gibbs said, and he seemed to be speeding up his rowing. For a few seconds, he took a glance at me. "I see you got what you wanted," he said to Jack.
He nodded. "Most girls are persuaded easier than she was."
"I wasn't persuaded," I said, speaking for the first time since we'd left The Villain. "But I had to choose between you and those men in the room, and I chose you."
"Good choice," Gibbs commented. He smiled at me, a gesture I did not retaliate. "Oh, come on," he said. "Don't you remember me, Sally?"
I studied him. Had I seen this man before? Gibbs? "I don't recognize your name or your face..." I answered.
"I used to come in with Jack," he said with a smile. "We love that pub, we really do. Don't ya remember, ya used to offer Jack free drinks, while I had to pay?"
I looked angrily at him. There was something familiar about THAT, but I didn't want to admit it. "Jack had to pay," I mumbled.
"I didn't get what I wanted to pay fer, though," Jack said with an evil grin.
"You just never stop, do you?" I asked.
At that, he simply smiled at me, and I decided to change the subject. "Can you now please tell what this is all about? I hope I haven't been dragged out of my home and my work and to your ship only so that I can assist you with your personal life, if you know what I'm sayin'."
"I would have liked to think so," Jack replied, "but no, that's not the case, lass. I'm bringing ya to the Pearl to take ya to safety. Those Tinys and a dozen more of them are lookin' fer ya, and they won't stop till they've got their hands on you. You're lucky their search took them this long, otherwise ya woulda been caught by now."
"Someone very much alike them dropped by The Villain almost two weeks ago," I said. "But I never met with them, and Peg told them I wasn't on Warren. But I guess someone confirmed their theory, so they came back."
"Aye," Jack said. His eyes caught contact with mine. "D'ya know what they'd be wantin' ya fer, love?"
I shook my head. "No. I can't think of anything..."
"It's yer name," Gibbs said.
"My name?"
Jack nodded, yawning, as if he was bored with the situation. Maybe he got bored when rowing out to his ship took too long... "Aye, yer name. It's all 'bout ol' George Goldee, I'm takin' it you're related to him... He was wanted for a lot of things, but sadly he died out at sea three years ago or so."
I didn't comment it, just nodded, to let Jack finish.
"Well," Jack continued. "So they'll be wantin' to get their hands on ya, love, because you might be the one livin' creature in this world who can give them some information about George Goldee, seeing as how you two must be related. Besides," he added, "rumours has it that George Goldee came to see ya at some point."
"So what if he did?" I said. "Was I not allowed to meet my relatives? Besides, he is dead now, what more could they be wantin' from me then?"
Jack grinned. "Sally, darlin'... Those who say they saw George Goldee meet with you, say they saw the two of ya meet each other at The Cursed Villain."
I froze.
"And," Jack said, "as we all know, you've only worked at The Villain fer a year or so. But George Goldee's supposed to be dead three years ago. So either the rumours are nothin', or George Goldee's still alive... And that's why you're wanted all over the Caribbean, love..."
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Right, there we are... Wow, three chapters in two days, that's not like me at all... Well, please review this, I'd love some comments!
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ESCAPING THE TINYS
I couldn't believe it.
There, right in front of me, stood the hidious and drunken pirate I'd sworn never to encounter again. Captain Jack Sparrow. He'd just bursed in on me, it was the last thing in the world I would've expected.
Yet there he was, wearing the very same clothes as the last day I saw him, with the dark hair and dark eyes, staring at me with a nasty grin. "Why, Sally, you're as pretty as ever," he said.
"Jack?" I could think of nothing more to say. Why was he here? What had made him come? WHY?
"Aye, the one and only, love," he replied as I stood up from the bed and approached him. Before he got a chance to react, or I got a chance to regret, I slapped him hard across the face.
He stood there for a moment, clearly a bit shocked by my behaviour. "I often have that comin' to me, but this time I feel it was unprovoked. What's the occasion, Sally?"
I stared angrily at him. What could I say? I didn't even know why I had done it myself. It just felt like the right thing to do. He was a pirate, after all, and a foul, smelling one at that. And it did actually feel as though he'd abandoned me back then, although I'd never admit such a thing to anyone.
"No occasion," I answered. "It's just a habit I've got. You know, to slap pirates."
He grinned. "Yer attitude hasn't changed, lass, I'm glad to 'ear it. Now listen, we can't stay here."
I looked at him, confused. "What are you talkin' about, Sparrow? What are you doing here?"
"I've come to take ya away, before it's too late," he said. "It may sound a bit... dramatic, but believe me, that's neccessary. You'll be in a big heap of trouble if you stay here."
"You've come all the way to Warren to take me away from somethin' dangerous, is that what you're saying?" I asked.
"Aye, Sal, that's what I'm sayin'."
I almost felt like laughing. This was ridiculous! Jack and I had never been as close as Lily had insisted, we couldn't even refer to each other as "good friends". The only relationship we'd had between us had been him trying to get his way with me, and my refusing it. Mostly, that had been all, anyways. I couldn't help but remembering the few serious conversations we'd shared, no matter how few there were of them.
But still... It was just ridiculous, him showing up. "Jack, I... I barely even remember you! You're just another one of those lads who used to come into the bar, and I'd serve ya drinks, and that had been it! I barely remember you!"
"Now that hurts, love," he said with a smile. "But if it's any conselation, the memories of you are vague as well."
I couldn't help but showing an expression of anger. His memories of me were vague? That was impossible. It had to be.
"That's not important, lass," he said when he saw my expression. "I know who you are, and you know who I am. We all know each other, that's great. Now lets leave!"
He reached for my hand, as if to assist me. "Hold on," I said, pulling my hand away before he could grab it. "Just what do you think you're doing, Sparrow? I ain't goin' nowhere! I'm happy here where I am! I'm not gonna run off somewhere with you!"
"Sal," he said with a voice oppressed with anger and stress, "this is really not the time to be negotiatin'."
"Negotiating? So you need me now, is that it?"
He sighed. "All right, look. In about ten seconds, a group of at least five Tinys is gonna come runnin' through that door, lookin' fer YOU. Now you can either get out of here with me, and maybe live long enough to turn twenty, or you can stay and face what's comin' to ya. Your choice, love."
"Tinys?" I said. "Who are they?"
"This ain't the time for details, Sally!" he insisted, and grabbed my wrist with a painful strength. "They can't get their hands on you, savvy?"
"But I can't just leave," I protested. "I know nothing of this! I am quite happy here, Jack, happier than I've been in a long time! I can't leave before I know if this is -"
As if Jack had been psychic, at that very moment the door fled open and five men dressed in fancy clothes, pretty much like those worn by the gentlemen Peg had attended to two weeks ago, came storming in, guns and swords in hands.
"- serious." I finished, and realized just what had happened.
"Damn," Jack muttered.
"Sparrow!" one of the men said. These had to be what Jack had called the "Tinys". The Tiny in front smiled, pointing his gun towards the pirate. "I really feared I had seen the last of you during my visit on Warren, but luckily, fate strikes on me again. And isn't it amusing that I should encounter both you and Sally Goldee in the same room?"
"We really have a different sense of humour, duke," Jack replied with anger in his voice. Suddenly, before I could react, he reached for my hair and dragged my head back. Within seconds he'd pulled out a dagger and forced it to my throat.
The Tinys immediately reacted. "No need to get dramatic, Sparrow," the duke said with a shaking voice. "She's no use to any of us dead."
I could barely think. The feeling of cold steel against my skin made things a bit more complicated, and if I had been any braver or crazier, I would have found a way to kick Jack in the groin in order to get free, but since I'm none of those things, I didn't. I just stood there, holding my breath, praying that Jack hadn't gone mad enough to cut my throat in order to get to live for himself.
"Just back up a bit, duke," Jack said. "And Sally may still be useful to ye."
"Now, now," the duke whispered. "We both know you want your hands on the information she's got. We know you're not going to kill her, so just stop this stupid game. You can't win, Jack."
"I'll find some other way to aquire that information, mate," Jack smiled. "Sure, it may get a bit tricky, but the alternative for lettin' her live is me own death, ain't it? Unless you're willin' to step out again and leave this place. Then the both of us may still 'ave a chance, savvy?"
The Tinys apparently thought about it for a moment. Then finally, the duke spoke: "I could shoot you right now, Sparrow. Quick, but effective."
"Now you see, that's not very wise," Jack replied. "This knife is an inch from her death. If you shoot me, no one knows what will happen to that knife as I die. D'ya know what I'm sayin'?"
The duke stared fiercly at him. "Damn you, Sparrow, and all of your kind!"
"If ye weren't so desperate for fame and glory, duke, you could 'ave gotten your hands on Captain Jack Sparrow." He smiled, and I noticed his grip on my hair loosened a bit. He seemed to be winning the argument...
"We do not wish for the girl to be killed," the duke said. "But we can't move away from this door, Jack, that would be like betraying the law itself."
"Aye," Jack agreed. "And since ye ARE the law, that would be really stupid..."
Suddenly, he started backing up in the room, pulling me with him, the knife still at my throat. "It's been a pleasure, Tinys," Jack said, "but we've got some place to be." At that, we reached the end of the room, where a window stood open. I suddenly realized what he was planning to do.
"Oh no," I said. "No, Sparrow, not the window. We're in the second floor!"
"They're blockin' the door, love," he replied to be. Then he quickly leaned in towards my ear and whispered: "I jump first. Two seconds after, you jump. Savvy? Don't hestitate, or it'll be the last thing ya do."
I gave him a quick nod. And just as the Tinys figured out they weren't gonna let Jack Sparrow jump out of the window with his hostage, Jack let go of me and made a jump straight out of the window.
"No!" the duke beamed, and stared at me, raising his gun. "If you move, girl..." he started, but I didn't stay to hear the end of it. Before I got a chance to even consider not doing it, I climbed through the window and jumped down with a scream and closed eyes.
I made a rather uncomfortable landing straight in the arms of Jack Sparrow. Mind you, I'm sure it would have been a lot more uncomfortable had he not been there to catch me.
"Easy, love," he smiled as I fell into his arms. "This ain't the time for intimacy. We're in a hurry."
I quickly loosened from his grip, but he didn't let go of my right hand. In stead, he quickly led me down through the streets. We hadn't gotten far before we could hear the voices of the Tinys chasing us.
Jack led me through streets and alleys as fast as I could run, wearing my dress and stupid shoes. They weren't exactly pefect for a runaway, but I made better speed than a lady with a corset would have made.
At last, we reached the bay, and Jack led me across the docks, and then I spotted what had to be his biggest pride: The Black Pearl.
I recognized it immediately, it was the only ship with the black sails. It was a beautiful ship, even I have to admit to that. And I had always known it was Jack's pride, and the only thing he loved more than himself and his many treasures. Lily was indeed right, Jack couldn't possibly love a woman, not with a ship like that. It was every sailorman's dream, I'm sure of it.
It didn't do as much for me, though, I have no big passion for ships. But even I could tell, this was a beauty.
Jack stopped by a rowboat with two fishermen in it. "Stop foolin' around," he said to them, and they quickly dropped their fishing rods and helped me and Jack get into the boat. Just as the Tinys reached the docks, we were well on our way out to the Black Pearl.
I sighed. Within few minutes, I had been dragged away from my home and my work, and now I was heading for the Black Pearl. For which reason, I still had no knowledge of. But Jack seemed too stressed to be able to answer any of my questions at the moment.
"That was a close one, Captain," the man who was rowing said.
"Aye, Gibbs, it was," Jack answered. "And they'll soon be followin' us in their ship, if I'm not mistaken."
"We better get the Pearl out at sea quickly then," the man called Gibbs said, and he seemed to be speeding up his rowing. For a few seconds, he took a glance at me. "I see you got what you wanted," he said to Jack.
He nodded. "Most girls are persuaded easier than she was."
"I wasn't persuaded," I said, speaking for the first time since we'd left The Villain. "But I had to choose between you and those men in the room, and I chose you."
"Good choice," Gibbs commented. He smiled at me, a gesture I did not retaliate. "Oh, come on," he said. "Don't you remember me, Sally?"
I studied him. Had I seen this man before? Gibbs? "I don't recognize your name or your face..." I answered.
"I used to come in with Jack," he said with a smile. "We love that pub, we really do. Don't ya remember, ya used to offer Jack free drinks, while I had to pay?"
I looked angrily at him. There was something familiar about THAT, but I didn't want to admit it. "Jack had to pay," I mumbled.
"I didn't get what I wanted to pay fer, though," Jack said with an evil grin.
"You just never stop, do you?" I asked.
At that, he simply smiled at me, and I decided to change the subject. "Can you now please tell what this is all about? I hope I haven't been dragged out of my home and my work and to your ship only so that I can assist you with your personal life, if you know what I'm sayin'."
"I would have liked to think so," Jack replied, "but no, that's not the case, lass. I'm bringing ya to the Pearl to take ya to safety. Those Tinys and a dozen more of them are lookin' fer ya, and they won't stop till they've got their hands on you. You're lucky their search took them this long, otherwise ya woulda been caught by now."
"Someone very much alike them dropped by The Villain almost two weeks ago," I said. "But I never met with them, and Peg told them I wasn't on Warren. But I guess someone confirmed their theory, so they came back."
"Aye," Jack said. His eyes caught contact with mine. "D'ya know what they'd be wantin' ya fer, love?"
I shook my head. "No. I can't think of anything..."
"It's yer name," Gibbs said.
"My name?"
Jack nodded, yawning, as if he was bored with the situation. Maybe he got bored when rowing out to his ship took too long... "Aye, yer name. It's all 'bout ol' George Goldee, I'm takin' it you're related to him... He was wanted for a lot of things, but sadly he died out at sea three years ago or so."
I didn't comment it, just nodded, to let Jack finish.
"Well," Jack continued. "So they'll be wantin' to get their hands on ya, love, because you might be the one livin' creature in this world who can give them some information about George Goldee, seeing as how you two must be related. Besides," he added, "rumours has it that George Goldee came to see ya at some point."
"So what if he did?" I said. "Was I not allowed to meet my relatives? Besides, he is dead now, what more could they be wantin' from me then?"
Jack grinned. "Sally, darlin'... Those who say they saw George Goldee meet with you, say they saw the two of ya meet each other at The Cursed Villain."
I froze.
"And," Jack said, "as we all know, you've only worked at The Villain fer a year or so. But George Goldee's supposed to be dead three years ago. So either the rumours are nothin', or George Goldee's still alive... And that's why you're wanted all over the Caribbean, love..."
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Right, there we are... Wow, three chapters in two days, that's not like me at all... Well, please review this, I'd love some comments!