Another chapter... I'd love some reviews, as always...
A small warning though, there's a bit of dramatic stuff happening in this chapter, so anybody with a weak heart should leave right now. ;)
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CAPTURED
I awoke early the next morning as I felt the sunlight sneaking in on us through the holes of the roof.
I found myself sitting leaned against Jack's chest, with his arm still wrapped around my shoulder. Had I fallen asleep like this? Practically in Jack Sparrow's arms? I couldn't have... I didn't even like the man! Not particularly, anyways. There had always been some aspects of him that I'd found fascinating, but I never thought I'd care for those enough to go to sleep leaning on his chest.
I yawned and looked up at Jack, only to realize he was already awake, looking in no particular direction. He seemed as though in deep thoughts.
"Jack?" I finally said, looking up at him.
He caught my eye, and then grinned. "So ya've finally decided to wake up now, have ya?"
"I guess you could say it that way," I said. "How early is it?"
"Early," he replied. "The sun is on it's way up. I was gonna go and take a look outside, ya know, look for the Tinys to see if they were about lookin' fer us, but I decided I had such a good time right here where I was, with you in me arms an' all," he smiled.
At that, I quickly sat up and managed to get his arm casually off my shoulder. It suddenly felt uncomfortable. "Right, I get it," I finally said, a bit more harsh than intended. "So what do we do now, genious?"
"Aw, now don't start that again, love," he said with a smile. "Ya were so nice to me last night."
"Was I?" I said. "I don't recall."
Jack laughed. "Ya've got a bad memory, Sal, I must say. I would have though last night would have been particularly difficult to forget."
"Why? All we did was talk," I said.
"Yeah, but what a subject," Jack smiled, and then stood up. "All right. If ya wanna pretend you weren't nice to me yesterday, that's fine. We should go lookin' fer the Pearl, maybe they've returned by now."
"I doubt it," I said.
"Yeah? Why's that?" Jack said, his voice slightly annoyed. I guess it was because I implied that I knew better than him what his crew would do.
"Because it's only been a night since you escaped from that Hearst fella. The Tinys are probably still lookin' for us, and the Faithful is probably still at the docks."
Jack sighed, then concluded: "I don't wanna stay here, I wanna get back to me Pearl."
"You're such a baby!" I said angrily. "All you ever care about is that bloody ship. Right now, it would be plain stupid for us to go out about in town, because they're lookin' all over for us!"
"So what should we do then, O brilliant Sally?" he asked angrily.
"I say we stay here for another day," I said. "In hiding, until the Tinys have given up on finding us."
"Another night?" Jack said. "Ain't gonna happen. This is a hell of a place, I can't stand it. It's shit, lass. So we're goin' back to the Pearl. We'll just get our hands on a rowboat and get out at sea, where we find my Black Pearl. Savvy?"
"NO, Jack!" I said angrily. "Don't be so damn stupid! You'll get caught! No, WE'll get caught, because they'll obviously find me here if you go off. Or even worse, you'd probably force me to go with you in that rowboat, wouldn't you? So they'd capture the both of us!"
"You will never get that far," a voice from behind me said. I quickly turned, and faced no less than five men wearing the clean, decent outfits so easy recognizable as the Tinys'. "Thank you for screaming so loudly, Sally," one of them, one I thought I'd clearly seen before, smiled, rising his pistol towards me. His fellow Tinys raised their guns as well, all pointing at either me or Jack.
The talking Tiny turned at Jack. "We've met a lot recently, Sparrow," he said with an ice cool voice, clearly struggling to compress his rage towards the pirate.
"Indeed, Hearst," Jack said. "Ya always seem to turn up when I need ya the least."
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He slammed the door, and I felt more trapped than ever.
In jail. On this crummy ditch of an island.
I slammed a fist furiously at the bars, but it didn't do me any good. It only caused pain to my already weary hand.
"Relax, love," Jack said in the cell next to me.
We'd been put in separate cells, but we had bars between us so that we were able to see each other. I don't know why the Tinys had put us so close together. Maybe they actually wanted us to be furious with each other. It would work, for sure, if that was their plan, I thought.
"Oh, shut up, you damn fool," I replied to Jack, and he got up from where he'd been sitting on the floor, and approached the bars blocking off his cell from mine.
"Ya're not beaten yet," he smiled.
I stared at him with hatred. "Not beaten? I'm in jail, damn you!" I screamed. "And, as always, it's Captain Jack Sparrow's fault. Wonderful how that haunts me!"
"Actually, this time it wasn't my fault," Jack said with a simple smile.
"What?"
"Well, it wasn't me who yelled like crazy in that barn, Sally, it was you. It's because you screamed like crazy we're here now, they heard ya."
"That's a lie," I said. "It was you who brought me here in the first place. It's always been your fault, Sparrow! Always!"
"I've noticed how ya only refer to me as Sparrow when ya're angry with me," he said with a grin, not at all paying attention to my accusations.
"You keep insisting on having saved my life back on Warren," I continued, "but that is also a lie! I would have managed somehow, I would have been happy still! And Lily wouldn't have been dead! Curse you, Sparrow!" I cried, and banged my fist against the bars again, this time the bars facing Jack.
"Hey, easy!" he said and jumped a few steps back in response to my rage. "No need to take it out on the bars. Like I said, ya're not beaten yet."
"No, but I soon will be," I replied, calming down a bit. "They'll break me for sure. I'm dead. And George Goldee is dead," I added. "Or he will be, soon."
"So ya admit it then?" Jack said interested. "Goldee's still alive?"
"Of course he is," I sighed. "I know he's alive, and I know where he is. I know everything! Just drop it, it's not important, you'll never hear of it anyways, the Tinys will make sure of that."
"Ya know where he is?" Jack asked, clearly not paying attention to all the other stuff I'd said. "Where?"
"I wouldn't tell you," I replied. "Why d'you think I pretend I don't know anythin' about George? It's because everybody - EVERYBODY - starts askin' me about him if I say I know somethin'. I get into serious trouble every time I even mention his name. Why would I wanna tell anybody anythin' more?"
"Well... Because there's a handsome, old friend of a Captain who could really make use of that information?" he said with a smile.
I stared fiercly back at him. "You're a dead man, Sparrow, just like George. Face it, you're a dead man. Have fun in the gallows, I for one am going to be questioned to pieces."
Jack slid a hand through the bars, trying to stroke me gently over my cheek. I pulled away, leaving his hand in the air just reaching for me. "Come on, love," he finally said. "Ya know it's not my fault we're in here. I just thought I'd comfort ya a bit, ya don't seem to be lookin' forward to being questioned by the Tinys."
"I'm not, well spotted," I said. "That Hearst fella said they'd be back any minute. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say? I can't tell them about George, I'd rather die before I told them."
"Well, then don't tell them," Jack said simply. "If ya'd rather die, there's no problem. Just hang in there, whatever happens."
"Easy for you to say, all you have to do is dangle."
"Oh yeah, thanks."
"Sorry." I smiled, and felt a slight sting of guilt for what I'd just said.
"I've survived a hanging many times," Jack smiled. "I'll see my way out of this one as well, I should daresay."
"Glad to hear it," I sighed, just as the sound of footsteps interrupted our conversation. Entering the door to the room we were in was Hearst, and two other Tinys, one of them being the duke I remembered from the room in The Cursed Villain.
"Open hers," the duke said, and the third Tiny opened my cell and stepped in.
"Remembered what I said," Jack whispered to me. "I'll be here waitin' fer ya," he smiled, and I actually felt a bit better. I was glad he cared, even if it was for nothing but hoping to get his way with me some day, or getting the information on George Goldee. It was better than nothing.
The Tiny grabbed my arm and held it tight, it hurt right away.
"Ow!" I commented.
"Shut up," the duke said simply as the Tiny dragged me out of the cell. Then I was lead through another door, into a dark room I knew had to mean trouble...
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Jack stood still in his cell, leaning his head against the bars, listening. He'd seen the Tinys take Sally away into another room, and he noticed they'd left the door open. He couldn't see anything though, clearly they had gone far enough into the room for him to see, but he could hear.
At first, they spoke quietly, and Jack could hear nothing but mumbling.
Then, after few minutes, shouting was heard, and it was clearly from the duke, furious at Sally for not being willing to cooperate.
A hard sound was made, and Jack knew what it had to be: The sound of hands hitting Sally, and hard. They weren't going easy on her, and he knew it.
He'd actually feared it for quite some time, what would happen if they got their hands on her. One thing was the fact that they might learn about George Goldee's treasure, he could live with that, there was always other treasures. But because they were so desperate in getting their hands on Goldee, they were willing to use drastic methods to get what they wanted.
And Sally was the victim of those methods, Jack had realized. Hearing clear sounds of her being beaten in the very next room, would make even a man such as Jack feel a bit of guilt, although his intentions never had been for her to get caught - in fact, they'd been quite the opposite. But with the Tinys following their every move, of course they were bound to slip up and get caught at one point. Jack had just always hoped Sally would get away, not needing to face the horrible torture they would release on her, did she not cooperate.
Jack froze as he heard Sally for the first time - she screamed. It was a quick scream, and Jack thought it might have been just one out of terror, although it did sound as though she was trying to cry "no"...
Jack went away from the bars and sat down leaning against the stone wall in his cell, partly trying to block out the sounds he was hearing and partly sympathizing with Sally for what was happening to her now.
Jack knew it only too well. They'd obviously threatened to rape her. Probably it was Hearst or that other Tiny who'd do it - the duke would never rape a whore, at least not in these circumstances...
Clearly, Sally had refused to tell anything. And now, she was being raped, in that very room with its door open, only a few yards away from Jack's cell. And he had no choice but to sit there patiently and wait, for there was nothing he could do for her.
This was turning into some serious business. Jack had never experienced something like this before. Almost every pirate he knew had raped a girl once, it wasn't that unusual. But Jack had never done it. He preferred it when the girl was enjoying it too, he didn't like to force her.
And, he realized now, he certainly did not like listening to a rape. It was unbearable. Sally was screaming, that was the most obvious sound, the most horrible. There were other sounds too, but Jack couldn't make them out, they were all conquered by Sally's cries for help...
Finally, it stopped. And within few minutes, the three Tinys, one of them still holding Sally with a strong grip, came out from the other room.
"Damn you, Sparrow," the duke spat as they approached the cells and let Sally back in. "You must have taught her to act like this. Did you not? Did you not teach her to disobey the Law?"
"No, I didn't, actually," Jack said, his attention directed mostly at Sally, her now sitting in a corner of the cell leaning up against the wall, showing no emotions whatsoever.
"We'll be back later," the duke said, then turned to Sally and added: "I hope you have come to your senses by then, Goldee."
At that, they left. And Jack stood there staring at Sally, searching for words.
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Not too rough, was it...? Reviews, please! Sorry if the stuff happening to Sally is a bit brutal, but it's basically to make a point as to how important George Goldee is to the Law..... Reviews, please, like I said... ;)
A small warning though, there's a bit of dramatic stuff happening in this chapter, so anybody with a weak heart should leave right now. ;)
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CAPTURED
I awoke early the next morning as I felt the sunlight sneaking in on us through the holes of the roof.
I found myself sitting leaned against Jack's chest, with his arm still wrapped around my shoulder. Had I fallen asleep like this? Practically in Jack Sparrow's arms? I couldn't have... I didn't even like the man! Not particularly, anyways. There had always been some aspects of him that I'd found fascinating, but I never thought I'd care for those enough to go to sleep leaning on his chest.
I yawned and looked up at Jack, only to realize he was already awake, looking in no particular direction. He seemed as though in deep thoughts.
"Jack?" I finally said, looking up at him.
He caught my eye, and then grinned. "So ya've finally decided to wake up now, have ya?"
"I guess you could say it that way," I said. "How early is it?"
"Early," he replied. "The sun is on it's way up. I was gonna go and take a look outside, ya know, look for the Tinys to see if they were about lookin' fer us, but I decided I had such a good time right here where I was, with you in me arms an' all," he smiled.
At that, I quickly sat up and managed to get his arm casually off my shoulder. It suddenly felt uncomfortable. "Right, I get it," I finally said, a bit more harsh than intended. "So what do we do now, genious?"
"Aw, now don't start that again, love," he said with a smile. "Ya were so nice to me last night."
"Was I?" I said. "I don't recall."
Jack laughed. "Ya've got a bad memory, Sal, I must say. I would have though last night would have been particularly difficult to forget."
"Why? All we did was talk," I said.
"Yeah, but what a subject," Jack smiled, and then stood up. "All right. If ya wanna pretend you weren't nice to me yesterday, that's fine. We should go lookin' fer the Pearl, maybe they've returned by now."
"I doubt it," I said.
"Yeah? Why's that?" Jack said, his voice slightly annoyed. I guess it was because I implied that I knew better than him what his crew would do.
"Because it's only been a night since you escaped from that Hearst fella. The Tinys are probably still lookin' for us, and the Faithful is probably still at the docks."
Jack sighed, then concluded: "I don't wanna stay here, I wanna get back to me Pearl."
"You're such a baby!" I said angrily. "All you ever care about is that bloody ship. Right now, it would be plain stupid for us to go out about in town, because they're lookin' all over for us!"
"So what should we do then, O brilliant Sally?" he asked angrily.
"I say we stay here for another day," I said. "In hiding, until the Tinys have given up on finding us."
"Another night?" Jack said. "Ain't gonna happen. This is a hell of a place, I can't stand it. It's shit, lass. So we're goin' back to the Pearl. We'll just get our hands on a rowboat and get out at sea, where we find my Black Pearl. Savvy?"
"NO, Jack!" I said angrily. "Don't be so damn stupid! You'll get caught! No, WE'll get caught, because they'll obviously find me here if you go off. Or even worse, you'd probably force me to go with you in that rowboat, wouldn't you? So they'd capture the both of us!"
"You will never get that far," a voice from behind me said. I quickly turned, and faced no less than five men wearing the clean, decent outfits so easy recognizable as the Tinys'. "Thank you for screaming so loudly, Sally," one of them, one I thought I'd clearly seen before, smiled, rising his pistol towards me. His fellow Tinys raised their guns as well, all pointing at either me or Jack.
The talking Tiny turned at Jack. "We've met a lot recently, Sparrow," he said with an ice cool voice, clearly struggling to compress his rage towards the pirate.
"Indeed, Hearst," Jack said. "Ya always seem to turn up when I need ya the least."
***
He slammed the door, and I felt more trapped than ever.
In jail. On this crummy ditch of an island.
I slammed a fist furiously at the bars, but it didn't do me any good. It only caused pain to my already weary hand.
"Relax, love," Jack said in the cell next to me.
We'd been put in separate cells, but we had bars between us so that we were able to see each other. I don't know why the Tinys had put us so close together. Maybe they actually wanted us to be furious with each other. It would work, for sure, if that was their plan, I thought.
"Oh, shut up, you damn fool," I replied to Jack, and he got up from where he'd been sitting on the floor, and approached the bars blocking off his cell from mine.
"Ya're not beaten yet," he smiled.
I stared at him with hatred. "Not beaten? I'm in jail, damn you!" I screamed. "And, as always, it's Captain Jack Sparrow's fault. Wonderful how that haunts me!"
"Actually, this time it wasn't my fault," Jack said with a simple smile.
"What?"
"Well, it wasn't me who yelled like crazy in that barn, Sally, it was you. It's because you screamed like crazy we're here now, they heard ya."
"That's a lie," I said. "It was you who brought me here in the first place. It's always been your fault, Sparrow! Always!"
"I've noticed how ya only refer to me as Sparrow when ya're angry with me," he said with a grin, not at all paying attention to my accusations.
"You keep insisting on having saved my life back on Warren," I continued, "but that is also a lie! I would have managed somehow, I would have been happy still! And Lily wouldn't have been dead! Curse you, Sparrow!" I cried, and banged my fist against the bars again, this time the bars facing Jack.
"Hey, easy!" he said and jumped a few steps back in response to my rage. "No need to take it out on the bars. Like I said, ya're not beaten yet."
"No, but I soon will be," I replied, calming down a bit. "They'll break me for sure. I'm dead. And George Goldee is dead," I added. "Or he will be, soon."
"So ya admit it then?" Jack said interested. "Goldee's still alive?"
"Of course he is," I sighed. "I know he's alive, and I know where he is. I know everything! Just drop it, it's not important, you'll never hear of it anyways, the Tinys will make sure of that."
"Ya know where he is?" Jack asked, clearly not paying attention to all the other stuff I'd said. "Where?"
"I wouldn't tell you," I replied. "Why d'you think I pretend I don't know anythin' about George? It's because everybody - EVERYBODY - starts askin' me about him if I say I know somethin'. I get into serious trouble every time I even mention his name. Why would I wanna tell anybody anythin' more?"
"Well... Because there's a handsome, old friend of a Captain who could really make use of that information?" he said with a smile.
I stared fiercly back at him. "You're a dead man, Sparrow, just like George. Face it, you're a dead man. Have fun in the gallows, I for one am going to be questioned to pieces."
Jack slid a hand through the bars, trying to stroke me gently over my cheek. I pulled away, leaving his hand in the air just reaching for me. "Come on, love," he finally said. "Ya know it's not my fault we're in here. I just thought I'd comfort ya a bit, ya don't seem to be lookin' forward to being questioned by the Tinys."
"I'm not, well spotted," I said. "That Hearst fella said they'd be back any minute. What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say? I can't tell them about George, I'd rather die before I told them."
"Well, then don't tell them," Jack said simply. "If ya'd rather die, there's no problem. Just hang in there, whatever happens."
"Easy for you to say, all you have to do is dangle."
"Oh yeah, thanks."
"Sorry." I smiled, and felt a slight sting of guilt for what I'd just said.
"I've survived a hanging many times," Jack smiled. "I'll see my way out of this one as well, I should daresay."
"Glad to hear it," I sighed, just as the sound of footsteps interrupted our conversation. Entering the door to the room we were in was Hearst, and two other Tinys, one of them being the duke I remembered from the room in The Cursed Villain.
"Open hers," the duke said, and the third Tiny opened my cell and stepped in.
"Remembered what I said," Jack whispered to me. "I'll be here waitin' fer ya," he smiled, and I actually felt a bit better. I was glad he cared, even if it was for nothing but hoping to get his way with me some day, or getting the information on George Goldee. It was better than nothing.
The Tiny grabbed my arm and held it tight, it hurt right away.
"Ow!" I commented.
"Shut up," the duke said simply as the Tiny dragged me out of the cell. Then I was lead through another door, into a dark room I knew had to mean trouble...
***
Jack stood still in his cell, leaning his head against the bars, listening. He'd seen the Tinys take Sally away into another room, and he noticed they'd left the door open. He couldn't see anything though, clearly they had gone far enough into the room for him to see, but he could hear.
At first, they spoke quietly, and Jack could hear nothing but mumbling.
Then, after few minutes, shouting was heard, and it was clearly from the duke, furious at Sally for not being willing to cooperate.
A hard sound was made, and Jack knew what it had to be: The sound of hands hitting Sally, and hard. They weren't going easy on her, and he knew it.
He'd actually feared it for quite some time, what would happen if they got their hands on her. One thing was the fact that they might learn about George Goldee's treasure, he could live with that, there was always other treasures. But because they were so desperate in getting their hands on Goldee, they were willing to use drastic methods to get what they wanted.
And Sally was the victim of those methods, Jack had realized. Hearing clear sounds of her being beaten in the very next room, would make even a man such as Jack feel a bit of guilt, although his intentions never had been for her to get caught - in fact, they'd been quite the opposite. But with the Tinys following their every move, of course they were bound to slip up and get caught at one point. Jack had just always hoped Sally would get away, not needing to face the horrible torture they would release on her, did she not cooperate.
Jack froze as he heard Sally for the first time - she screamed. It was a quick scream, and Jack thought it might have been just one out of terror, although it did sound as though she was trying to cry "no"...
Jack went away from the bars and sat down leaning against the stone wall in his cell, partly trying to block out the sounds he was hearing and partly sympathizing with Sally for what was happening to her now.
Jack knew it only too well. They'd obviously threatened to rape her. Probably it was Hearst or that other Tiny who'd do it - the duke would never rape a whore, at least not in these circumstances...
Clearly, Sally had refused to tell anything. And now, she was being raped, in that very room with its door open, only a few yards away from Jack's cell. And he had no choice but to sit there patiently and wait, for there was nothing he could do for her.
This was turning into some serious business. Jack had never experienced something like this before. Almost every pirate he knew had raped a girl once, it wasn't that unusual. But Jack had never done it. He preferred it when the girl was enjoying it too, he didn't like to force her.
And, he realized now, he certainly did not like listening to a rape. It was unbearable. Sally was screaming, that was the most obvious sound, the most horrible. There were other sounds too, but Jack couldn't make them out, they were all conquered by Sally's cries for help...
Finally, it stopped. And within few minutes, the three Tinys, one of them still holding Sally with a strong grip, came out from the other room.
"Damn you, Sparrow," the duke spat as they approached the cells and let Sally back in. "You must have taught her to act like this. Did you not? Did you not teach her to disobey the Law?"
"No, I didn't, actually," Jack said, his attention directed mostly at Sally, her now sitting in a corner of the cell leaning up against the wall, showing no emotions whatsoever.
"We'll be back later," the duke said, then turned to Sally and added: "I hope you have come to your senses by then, Goldee."
At that, they left. And Jack stood there staring at Sally, searching for words.
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Not too rough, was it...? Reviews, please! Sorry if the stuff happening to Sally is a bit brutal, but it's basically to make a point as to how important George Goldee is to the Law..... Reviews, please, like I said... ;)