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NOBODY'S PRISONER
I kept mostly to myself for the first two days. Jack would come after me whenever he could, constantly asking me about more information regarding George Goldee, but I wouldn't give him anything.
What could I tell? I knew a lot about George, more than most people, but I had no intention on telling them to a person like Captain Jack Sparrow. He was, after all, a pirate. And a cheating, drunken one at that. Although, as he constantly reminded me, I would probably be better off telling Jack what I knew than ending up having to tell the Tinys.
I had been given a cabin on the ship, but I spent as much time as I could out on deck. I don't enjoy being on the inside of the ship, it makes me uncomfortable.
At the night of the third day on the Pearl, I caught Jack up on deck staring at the sky as the rest of the crew had gone to sleep.
I walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.
"Hello, lass," he said with a smile. I didn't return it.
"Where are you goin', Jack?" I asked. "I mean, you're just sailin' around in circles, aren't you? Where can you go? You know nothing of where George Goldee hid his treasures, and I sure as hell won't tell ya. Where are we going?"
"Ya've got a strange way of talkin', Sal, I've always noticed that," he replied, not answering my question. "It's like at first, you talk like a fine bred lady, and suddenly you talk like you should, like any girl in a pub like The Villain should. So what's with that?"
"That is none of your business," I said. "Why do you care about that? I thought you were lookin' fer George's treasure."
"Aye, I am," he smiled. "But I won't get it until you tell me where ta look."
"Too bad, then," I said.
He opened his arms at me, as if to welcome me to a hug, or something of the kind. "Oh, come on, luv!" he grinned. "What's with keepin' the secrets all the time? You're better off tellin' me about Goldee's treasure than tellin' the Tinys, ya know that yerself."
"There's more to George than just treasure," I said. "That was one of his many secrets. And you're all wrong about the ship too, just thought I'd mention it," I added.
He looked at me curiously. "I'm wrong about the ship? You mean it wasn't full of treasure then? I thought you said you didn't know anything about that..."
"I lied."
"Ah."
He seemed to be getting tired of me, seeing as how he never got any real information. Still, he continued to ask about it. "Do ya at all know why the Tinys are so eager to find Goldee?" he asked. "Or are ya just guessin'? I mean, sure, he's a relative of yours, but there's still the possibility that you know nothin' of him. Am I right?"
"That's an awful lot of questions, Jack," I said. "NO, I'm not just guessing, NO, I don't know nothin' of him. I know a lot of him. NO, you're not right!"
He sighed. "So ya know why they'd be lookin' fer him then? And fer you?"
At that, I decided it was time for me to go to bed. I turned around and walked across the deck, not replying to Jack.
"Just one more thing, luv," I heard him say. I stopped to listen.
"We're stoppin' by an island to get some supplies tomorrow," he said. "Now, it's a bit risky, 'cause it's a wealthy place with some Tinys in the streets, so I want ya to keep below deck while we're there, savvy?"
I didn't reply to that either, but went down stairs to my cabin. No pirate Captain was going to tell me what to do - and especially not Captain Jack Sparrow.
* * *
I awoke the next morning to find it was late, the sun was up and the ship had already docked on the island Jack had mentioned the night before. As I listened, I came to figure that the crew had already left the ship, and that I was probably alone on board.
I got up, yawning. Because I was on a pirate ship, I had decided not to take my dress of as I slept. Who could know what sort of creature would attempt to enter my bed in the middle of the night amongst people like these, I'd thought.
I put my ragged, black boots on and walked across the cabin, pulling the doorhandle.
It didn't move.
Jack, that stupid, drunken idiot of a pirate, had locked me up in my cabin. Apparently, he didn't believe I'd manage to stay on the ship whilst he and his crew walked about on the island.
"Curse you, Sparrow!" I cried and banged my hand angrily at the door. I wasn't some prisoner just sitting around awaiting orders. I'd come voluntarily along with Jack, just to get away from the Tinys. That didn't mean that Jack was the boss of me, that he could lock me up like a common felon...
I wouldn't have it.
I looked around in the room, searching for some tools of some sort. One obvious thing I spotted, was the little plate of food that had been placed next to the door. Great, so they were locking me up but making sure I didn't starve. How generous.
Apart from the bed, there was nothing in the cabin. It was dull and simple, which was another one of the reasons I'd preferred staying on deck. Now I realized there was yet another disadvantage to this room's poor interior: There was nothing there to break the door down with.
"Bloody hell," I mumbled, leaning against the wall. I was stuck. Or, so I thought.
Just as I decided to give up and just stay there, waiting for Jack and his crew to come back, I heard a noise in the hallway outside my room.
"Hello?" I said. It would look as though I was talking to the door, but I was actually trying to make contact with whoever was on the outside. "Hello there!"
"Sally?" a voice replied, one I instantly recognized as Anamaria's. It's not difficult to tell a female voice from a male's one, not even on a pirate ship where the woman is every bit as strong and manly as the men.
"Yes, it's me!" I cried back. "What the hell is the meanin' of this! Open this bloody door right NOW!"
"I think you'll be fine in there for now!" Anamaria cried back, and I couldn't help but hearing the pleasure in her voice. She was enjoying this! "We'll leave in just a few hours. I'm off back into town, have a nice afternoon!"
"No, wait!" I cried as I heard her walk down the hallway. The sound stopped.
"What?" she said.
"Uhm..." I hesitated. What could I say? I wanted to get out, but what could I say? "It's the food!" I quickly cried. "There's something wrong with this food! I think it's... I think it's a rat," I said with a grin. No one would ever hesitate to check if you insist your food looks like a dead rat. "I can't eat this," I continued. "At least bring me something else, or I'll starve for sure!"
I heard nothing, and assumed Anamaria was hesitating. What to do? Disobey Jack's orders or let the poor Sally Goldee starve?
Luckily, Anamaria chose the first option. I could hear a sound as the lock opened, and the door went up as Anamaria came in. "What's all this about the food?" she asked, but I didn't answer.
In stead, I banged her hard over the head with the plate of food. She went down to the floor, unconscious. "Sorry," I muttered to her and dropped the plate. "But I don't wanna be in here no more."
I want off through the hallway and up on deck, where I got a full view of the town we were in.
It was a beautiful one. The streets were filled with life, and there were people all around. I could easily get lost in this crowd. Maybe I'd find a pub, get a job, and forget all this business with George Goldee. If I was lucky, Jack would stop looking for me at some point, as would the Tinys.
I didn't want to go on any adventure, and I most certainly did not want the stories about George to get out into the open. The stupid old man was entitled to be left in peace now. He was, after all, supposingly dead. Why bother a dead man?
I quickly took off into town, before Anamaria had a chance to wake up, or I had a chance to regret it.
I realized the only reason I'd come with Jack was to get away from the Tinys. And now I had! Sure, he'd said this island had a few Tinys spread about, but if I kept to myself, worked in a dark pub and maybe cut my hair, they wouldn't find me. They'd eventually stop looking, and the stories about George would disappear as well.
Yeah. That was a good plan.
So for the moment, all I had to do was to get lost in the crowd on this island, and make sure neither Jack, his crew nor the Tinys spotted me. Then I'd be all right.
***
"This is your last bloody chance, you stupid girl."
The duke was quivering with anger. He'd gotten nothing from Lily. Nothing of interest, anyways. She'd told him about everything she knew - litterally. All she knew about Tortuga, life, her friends, family, the world, litterature and famous pirates as well as British sailors and the Empire. She'd told him EVERYTHING.
And he'd gotten nothing of interest.
Well, he had learned something, but it was all just confirmed things he had already suspected. The duke Watson had learned that Sally Goldee and Sparrow knew each other from the time Sally'd worked in a pub in Tortuga. If this Lily girl was right, then Sparrow and Sally had some special feelings for each other, but nothing was confirmed. Jack Sparrow, a romantic? The duke found it difficult to believe. Besides, he wanted his hands on both Sparrow and Sally Goldee either way.
Lily had told him all she knew about the Tinys who'd visited Warren a few weeks earlier, but this he already knew. She'd never heard of George Goldee, and claimed to not having seen him that night he'd presumably visited The Cursed Villain.
There was nothing of interest in this whore, the duke Watson had realized. Either that, or she was hiding it well.
"Chance fer what, bastard?" she replied. She'd been tortured, kicked and most likely raped as well, but she still had her pride and her strength in full capacity. It was impressive.
"Chance to tell me what you know about George Goldee," the duke said. "Or where Sparrow is taking Sally. You tell me that, and I will be nice to you. I can be nice, you know... It's not all violence."
"I find tha' difficult to believe," Lily replied. "But I don't know what ya're askin' fer! I don't know nothin' about that stuff!"
"You say Sally Goldee and Sparrow have known each other for some time? Known each other quite well, am I right?"
"Yeah... So?"
"So..." the duke said, anxiously rubbing his hands together. "So you must know where he is taking her. This is probably some planned scheme of theirs. She must have told SOMEONE!" he practically screamed. "How will we else be able to find her?!"
"I don't know," Lily said. "And I don't care. In fact, I hope ye never find 'er!"
The duke slapped her across the face, just to express his anger. As he caught eye contact with Lily, he said in a low voice: "Listen, you whore. This is very important. Do you understand? You are a wrench, but you are still a member of our society. And you have your duty to fulfill, just like the rest of us. We need to know where George Goldee is, if he is alive. If he is not, we need to find his relatives. He held vital information and knowledge as well as treasure, it's very important that we restore these things. Do you understand? Sally Goldee is the only clue we have got. Now tell me where they went!" he cried, his face filled with rage.
Lily was terrified, but she hid it well. What was this lunatic? A 'Tiny', as they'd been called, but no doubt a dangerous man. He called himself 'the law', as well as he was a duke. And apparently there was a numerous other well respected citizens like himself being parts of 'the law', and this was the sort of thing they did. Lily was shocked.
"I don't know," she finally answered. "I told ya yesterday, and the day before, and now I'm tellin' ya again: I don't bloody know! She never told me nothin' about George Goldee, I don't know who he was! And there was no talk of any escape plan with that Captain Sparrow. I don't know nothin'!"
The duke leaned back in his chair. "All right, girl," he sighed. "All right. Have it your way."
Before he could say anything else, another Tiny entered the room, whispering something to the duke.
He nodded. "Good," he said to the other Tiny. "We will be at the port soon. I think we could all use some fresh air and a chance to feel land beneath our feet again, wouldn't you say?" he added with a fierce glance at Lily. Then he turned to the other Tiny and said with anger: "She's just useless, Hermann. She claims she knows nothing. I've been down here for three bloody days, and no result has come out of it. I'm getting sick and tired of listening to her."
"I bet she knows something," the Tiny called Hermann replied. "She's just too proud to tell us, or too faithful to that Sally Goldee, or maybe even to Sparrow? Who knows. I think she's got some information, but she's too proud to tell it."
"Ever?" the duke asked.
"Ever," Hermann confirmed. "She'll never tell it, sir, believe me. These whores, they stick together through hell and high water. She'll never reveal anything."
"In that case..." the duke sighed, as he pulled a pistol out of his belt.
Lily froze. "What are ya doin'?" she asked.
"You won't tell us anything," the duke said.
"But I don't know nothin'!" Lily insisted.
"Like I said, they're proud. And they always help each other, these disgusting creatures," Hermann said, and the duke nodded, raising the gun towards Lily's head.
"Sorry, love," he said. Then, suddenly: "No, actually, I'm not."
Then he pulled the trigger, and Lily's body fell motionless to the floor.
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...and there we are. Reviews please, I'd love some comments!
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NOBODY'S PRISONER
I kept mostly to myself for the first two days. Jack would come after me whenever he could, constantly asking me about more information regarding George Goldee, but I wouldn't give him anything.
What could I tell? I knew a lot about George, more than most people, but I had no intention on telling them to a person like Captain Jack Sparrow. He was, after all, a pirate. And a cheating, drunken one at that. Although, as he constantly reminded me, I would probably be better off telling Jack what I knew than ending up having to tell the Tinys.
I had been given a cabin on the ship, but I spent as much time as I could out on deck. I don't enjoy being on the inside of the ship, it makes me uncomfortable.
At the night of the third day on the Pearl, I caught Jack up on deck staring at the sky as the rest of the crew had gone to sleep.
I walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.
"Hello, lass," he said with a smile. I didn't return it.
"Where are you goin', Jack?" I asked. "I mean, you're just sailin' around in circles, aren't you? Where can you go? You know nothing of where George Goldee hid his treasures, and I sure as hell won't tell ya. Where are we going?"
"Ya've got a strange way of talkin', Sal, I've always noticed that," he replied, not answering my question. "It's like at first, you talk like a fine bred lady, and suddenly you talk like you should, like any girl in a pub like The Villain should. So what's with that?"
"That is none of your business," I said. "Why do you care about that? I thought you were lookin' fer George's treasure."
"Aye, I am," he smiled. "But I won't get it until you tell me where ta look."
"Too bad, then," I said.
He opened his arms at me, as if to welcome me to a hug, or something of the kind. "Oh, come on, luv!" he grinned. "What's with keepin' the secrets all the time? You're better off tellin' me about Goldee's treasure than tellin' the Tinys, ya know that yerself."
"There's more to George than just treasure," I said. "That was one of his many secrets. And you're all wrong about the ship too, just thought I'd mention it," I added.
He looked at me curiously. "I'm wrong about the ship? You mean it wasn't full of treasure then? I thought you said you didn't know anything about that..."
"I lied."
"Ah."
He seemed to be getting tired of me, seeing as how he never got any real information. Still, he continued to ask about it. "Do ya at all know why the Tinys are so eager to find Goldee?" he asked. "Or are ya just guessin'? I mean, sure, he's a relative of yours, but there's still the possibility that you know nothin' of him. Am I right?"
"That's an awful lot of questions, Jack," I said. "NO, I'm not just guessing, NO, I don't know nothin' of him. I know a lot of him. NO, you're not right!"
He sighed. "So ya know why they'd be lookin' fer him then? And fer you?"
At that, I decided it was time for me to go to bed. I turned around and walked across the deck, not replying to Jack.
"Just one more thing, luv," I heard him say. I stopped to listen.
"We're stoppin' by an island to get some supplies tomorrow," he said. "Now, it's a bit risky, 'cause it's a wealthy place with some Tinys in the streets, so I want ya to keep below deck while we're there, savvy?"
I didn't reply to that either, but went down stairs to my cabin. No pirate Captain was going to tell me what to do - and especially not Captain Jack Sparrow.
* * *
I awoke the next morning to find it was late, the sun was up and the ship had already docked on the island Jack had mentioned the night before. As I listened, I came to figure that the crew had already left the ship, and that I was probably alone on board.
I got up, yawning. Because I was on a pirate ship, I had decided not to take my dress of as I slept. Who could know what sort of creature would attempt to enter my bed in the middle of the night amongst people like these, I'd thought.
I put my ragged, black boots on and walked across the cabin, pulling the doorhandle.
It didn't move.
Jack, that stupid, drunken idiot of a pirate, had locked me up in my cabin. Apparently, he didn't believe I'd manage to stay on the ship whilst he and his crew walked about on the island.
"Curse you, Sparrow!" I cried and banged my hand angrily at the door. I wasn't some prisoner just sitting around awaiting orders. I'd come voluntarily along with Jack, just to get away from the Tinys. That didn't mean that Jack was the boss of me, that he could lock me up like a common felon...
I wouldn't have it.
I looked around in the room, searching for some tools of some sort. One obvious thing I spotted, was the little plate of food that had been placed next to the door. Great, so they were locking me up but making sure I didn't starve. How generous.
Apart from the bed, there was nothing in the cabin. It was dull and simple, which was another one of the reasons I'd preferred staying on deck. Now I realized there was yet another disadvantage to this room's poor interior: There was nothing there to break the door down with.
"Bloody hell," I mumbled, leaning against the wall. I was stuck. Or, so I thought.
Just as I decided to give up and just stay there, waiting for Jack and his crew to come back, I heard a noise in the hallway outside my room.
"Hello?" I said. It would look as though I was talking to the door, but I was actually trying to make contact with whoever was on the outside. "Hello there!"
"Sally?" a voice replied, one I instantly recognized as Anamaria's. It's not difficult to tell a female voice from a male's one, not even on a pirate ship where the woman is every bit as strong and manly as the men.
"Yes, it's me!" I cried back. "What the hell is the meanin' of this! Open this bloody door right NOW!"
"I think you'll be fine in there for now!" Anamaria cried back, and I couldn't help but hearing the pleasure in her voice. She was enjoying this! "We'll leave in just a few hours. I'm off back into town, have a nice afternoon!"
"No, wait!" I cried as I heard her walk down the hallway. The sound stopped.
"What?" she said.
"Uhm..." I hesitated. What could I say? I wanted to get out, but what could I say? "It's the food!" I quickly cried. "There's something wrong with this food! I think it's... I think it's a rat," I said with a grin. No one would ever hesitate to check if you insist your food looks like a dead rat. "I can't eat this," I continued. "At least bring me something else, or I'll starve for sure!"
I heard nothing, and assumed Anamaria was hesitating. What to do? Disobey Jack's orders or let the poor Sally Goldee starve?
Luckily, Anamaria chose the first option. I could hear a sound as the lock opened, and the door went up as Anamaria came in. "What's all this about the food?" she asked, but I didn't answer.
In stead, I banged her hard over the head with the plate of food. She went down to the floor, unconscious. "Sorry," I muttered to her and dropped the plate. "But I don't wanna be in here no more."
I want off through the hallway and up on deck, where I got a full view of the town we were in.
It was a beautiful one. The streets were filled with life, and there were people all around. I could easily get lost in this crowd. Maybe I'd find a pub, get a job, and forget all this business with George Goldee. If I was lucky, Jack would stop looking for me at some point, as would the Tinys.
I didn't want to go on any adventure, and I most certainly did not want the stories about George to get out into the open. The stupid old man was entitled to be left in peace now. He was, after all, supposingly dead. Why bother a dead man?
I quickly took off into town, before Anamaria had a chance to wake up, or I had a chance to regret it.
I realized the only reason I'd come with Jack was to get away from the Tinys. And now I had! Sure, he'd said this island had a few Tinys spread about, but if I kept to myself, worked in a dark pub and maybe cut my hair, they wouldn't find me. They'd eventually stop looking, and the stories about George would disappear as well.
Yeah. That was a good plan.
So for the moment, all I had to do was to get lost in the crowd on this island, and make sure neither Jack, his crew nor the Tinys spotted me. Then I'd be all right.
***
"This is your last bloody chance, you stupid girl."
The duke was quivering with anger. He'd gotten nothing from Lily. Nothing of interest, anyways. She'd told him about everything she knew - litterally. All she knew about Tortuga, life, her friends, family, the world, litterature and famous pirates as well as British sailors and the Empire. She'd told him EVERYTHING.
And he'd gotten nothing of interest.
Well, he had learned something, but it was all just confirmed things he had already suspected. The duke Watson had learned that Sally Goldee and Sparrow knew each other from the time Sally'd worked in a pub in Tortuga. If this Lily girl was right, then Sparrow and Sally had some special feelings for each other, but nothing was confirmed. Jack Sparrow, a romantic? The duke found it difficult to believe. Besides, he wanted his hands on both Sparrow and Sally Goldee either way.
Lily had told him all she knew about the Tinys who'd visited Warren a few weeks earlier, but this he already knew. She'd never heard of George Goldee, and claimed to not having seen him that night he'd presumably visited The Cursed Villain.
There was nothing of interest in this whore, the duke Watson had realized. Either that, or she was hiding it well.
"Chance fer what, bastard?" she replied. She'd been tortured, kicked and most likely raped as well, but she still had her pride and her strength in full capacity. It was impressive.
"Chance to tell me what you know about George Goldee," the duke said. "Or where Sparrow is taking Sally. You tell me that, and I will be nice to you. I can be nice, you know... It's not all violence."
"I find tha' difficult to believe," Lily replied. "But I don't know what ya're askin' fer! I don't know nothin' about that stuff!"
"You say Sally Goldee and Sparrow have known each other for some time? Known each other quite well, am I right?"
"Yeah... So?"
"So..." the duke said, anxiously rubbing his hands together. "So you must know where he is taking her. This is probably some planned scheme of theirs. She must have told SOMEONE!" he practically screamed. "How will we else be able to find her?!"
"I don't know," Lily said. "And I don't care. In fact, I hope ye never find 'er!"
The duke slapped her across the face, just to express his anger. As he caught eye contact with Lily, he said in a low voice: "Listen, you whore. This is very important. Do you understand? You are a wrench, but you are still a member of our society. And you have your duty to fulfill, just like the rest of us. We need to know where George Goldee is, if he is alive. If he is not, we need to find his relatives. He held vital information and knowledge as well as treasure, it's very important that we restore these things. Do you understand? Sally Goldee is the only clue we have got. Now tell me where they went!" he cried, his face filled with rage.
Lily was terrified, but she hid it well. What was this lunatic? A 'Tiny', as they'd been called, but no doubt a dangerous man. He called himself 'the law', as well as he was a duke. And apparently there was a numerous other well respected citizens like himself being parts of 'the law', and this was the sort of thing they did. Lily was shocked.
"I don't know," she finally answered. "I told ya yesterday, and the day before, and now I'm tellin' ya again: I don't bloody know! She never told me nothin' about George Goldee, I don't know who he was! And there was no talk of any escape plan with that Captain Sparrow. I don't know nothin'!"
The duke leaned back in his chair. "All right, girl," he sighed. "All right. Have it your way."
Before he could say anything else, another Tiny entered the room, whispering something to the duke.
He nodded. "Good," he said to the other Tiny. "We will be at the port soon. I think we could all use some fresh air and a chance to feel land beneath our feet again, wouldn't you say?" he added with a fierce glance at Lily. Then he turned to the other Tiny and said with anger: "She's just useless, Hermann. She claims she knows nothing. I've been down here for three bloody days, and no result has come out of it. I'm getting sick and tired of listening to her."
"I bet she knows something," the Tiny called Hermann replied. "She's just too proud to tell us, or too faithful to that Sally Goldee, or maybe even to Sparrow? Who knows. I think she's got some information, but she's too proud to tell it."
"Ever?" the duke asked.
"Ever," Hermann confirmed. "She'll never tell it, sir, believe me. These whores, they stick together through hell and high water. She'll never reveal anything."
"In that case..." the duke sighed, as he pulled a pistol out of his belt.
Lily froze. "What are ya doin'?" she asked.
"You won't tell us anything," the duke said.
"But I don't know nothin'!" Lily insisted.
"Like I said, they're proud. And they always help each other, these disgusting creatures," Hermann said, and the duke nodded, raising the gun towards Lily's head.
"Sorry, love," he said. Then, suddenly: "No, actually, I'm not."
Then he pulled the trigger, and Lily's body fell motionless to the floor.
***
...and there we are. Reviews please, I'd love some comments!