Ninth chapter, everybody ready? ;)
I'll have to say I'm sorry again for what happened to Sally in the last chapter, but it's making a point as to how desperate and crazy the Tinys are... But don't worry, Sally's a strong lass, so there's no stopping her with something like that...
And also, thanks so much for the tips I got after the last chapter, I really appreciated them!
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A REVELATION REGARDING MASTER GEORGE
I stared at the bars. What else was there to stare at? The stone wall, the doors on the outside of the bars... There was nothing here for me. I hated it.
Glancing to my left, I could see Jack in his cell. He was standing close to the bars which separated us, his fingers curved around the bars and his face close up against them. He looked as worried as I'd ever seen him.
I had nothing to say to him. What could I say? Yes, Jack, I've been raped? No, I couldn't say that. Jack probably already knew it, so there was no point discussing it.
However, Jack probably believed I was terrified. That I was in shock, and that I'd never be the same again after what Hermann Hearst had done to me in the other room.
Yes, it had been Hearst... The same man I suspected had dumped Lily's body in the streets. Hearst had some bad fortune coming to him...
But I didn't believe it was Hearst who'd killed Lily. He just wasn't the type to kill a woman. Even doing what he'd done to me had made him terrified, he'd only acted on orders of the duke. He had been even more afraid than me.
"Um... Sally?" Jack's voice spoke. I turned and looked at him. He looked so humble, like he didn't know what to say. "Are... Are ya all right?"
That was the first time I'd heard a slight sensation of care in his voice, it made me feel good. Jack cared, if only a little. I sighed, and got up. "Yeah," I finally said. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Jack didn't say anything, just looked at me with concern. I don't know what he was worried about - my being okay, or my sanity still being intact. It was hard to tell.
"I'm fine," I repeated, and walked a few steps about the cell. "I'm fine, but I'm furious," I whispered. Jack caught my eye. "I'm furious," I repeated, searching for more suitable words. "And Hearst... Hearst, he's not going to be fine. First Lily, then... this. No, Hearst is not okay," I mumbled.
Jack slid a hand through the bars and reached out for me, as if to grab me to calm me down. "Relax, love," he said, leaning against the bars. "Whatever ya experienced in there, I need ya to remain sane, savvy?"
I looked at him. "You need me? Oh, that's right," I sighed, approaching him, but avvoiding his outstretched hand. "You need me. 'Cause I know where George is. I know where George is, Jack! But I ain't gonna tell you." I came up close to the bars, and stared fiercly into his eyes, trying to compress my anger.
"I'd actually prefer it if ya stayed sane even if I wouldn't get me hands on Goldee's treasure, Sal," he said honestly.
"Curse that Hearst!" I suddenly cried, banging my fists against the bars, right in front of Jack's face. "CURSE HIM! And that rotten duke too!"
Jack jumped back in shock, stumbling a few feet in his cell, trying to keep his balance. He held up his hands, as if to defend himself, when he came close up to me again. "Easy," he said nervously, "please take it easy, ey?"
"I hate him, Jack," I said angrily. "Hate him! That bloody, disgusting, repulsive, cocky bastard of a Tiny..."
"Aye, love, I agree," Jack said carefully. "He's a bastard. Now will ya relax?"
I calmed down a bit, wandering about in my cell cursing beneath my breath. That damn Hearst, the duke, and all of their Tiny mates... Was this how they thought they could treat me, and my friends? Killing, raping? No bloody way, I wasn't going to let them get away with that...
Seing Lily's dead body had made me angry. It had made me lust for revenge. Now... Now I wasn't angry, I was beyond furious. And I did no longer lust for revenge, I needed it. I'd swear on my mother's grave that I would make the duke and Hearst pay for their deeds...
"Hey," Jack said, interrupting my thoughts. "Ya sure ya're okay?"
"Fine, never better," I mumbled, walking about in the cell. "I'll make sure they suffer. But I'll tell ya this much, Jack: They won't do this to me again. And they won't kill no more of my friends. I won't have it!"
"Aye, now ya've got the right spirit," Jack said nervously, clearly not dealing with the situation. I guess he didn't know how to respond to my bisarre behaviour.
"I'll take care of them," I said. "They'll wish they were never born. If only I hadn't been jailed in here..." I looked at Jack. "And that, damn you, is YOUR fault, Sparrow, like I've always said!"
"Oh, 'ere we go again," Jack said, rolling his eyes. "Look, lass," he said, still leaning against the bars, "I didn't exactly mean to get ya into this mess, but ya were in it from the beginning, being a family member of Goldee an' all. I'm just tryin' to save ya, when are ya gonna realize that?"
"Save me?" I repeated. "For your own benefit, Sparrow. Because you believe if you save me, I will be convinced that you're a good person, one worthy of the Secret of Goldee, and that I will tell you where George is, and you'll through him find his treasure... But I won't tell you! Not now, not ever!"
Jack rolled his eyes again, and left the bars to wander about in his own cell, trying not to get too annoyed with my behaviour.
But I was getting quite furious by now, and suddenly noticed I was releasing all of my compressed anger on Jack. Why not, indeed. I continued: "But for now, we're trapped her in this stinking town, in JAIL! And you'll get hanged, something which I suspect you wouldn't exactly enjoy, and then they'll learn all about my father, and then they'll kill me too once they've found the island where he's hiding, and then..."
I suddenly stopped. What had I just said? What had I said? WHAT?!
Jack looked at me with an interested and curious look, the lust for adventure once again appeared in his eyes. "What did ya say?" he smiled. "There was a lot of words comin' out there, love, but I'm pretty sure I heard ya speak about yer father."
"No," I said. "No, I didn't. I didn't even mention my father, I just spoke of George."
Shut up, Sally! my thoughts beamed at me. Shut the hell up!!
Jack lurched up to me again, his eyes smiling, just like his mouth, with excitement. "Now don't go lyin' to me, Sal, I know what ya said." He leaned against the bars, and his face was only inches away from mine. His eyes caught mine, and didn't let go. "What did ya say?"
"N-nothing," I stuttered. Damn it, control yourself! Explain it! Make up some excuse, he'll never know. "I talked about you gettin' hanged, tha's all."
Jack shook his head, still flashing his gold teeth with an evil grin. "Ya spoke about yer father, Sally. Ya said he's hidin' on some island, yeah? And then, when I asked ya what ya'd said, ya said ya'd been talkin' of Goldee... That's a funny coincidence now, isn't it?"
I stared fiercly at him. "Damn you, Sparrow," I whispered.
"I've heard that one a few times now," he smiled. "But I do believe ya just released some important information on me, love."
I said nothing, just stared at him, searching desperately for an excuse. I found none. Jack had learned the truth, just for my accidentically slip of tongue.
"George Goldee's yer father, ain't he?" Jack said with a grin.
I hesitated, but then gave up, and walked away from the bars as I replied: "YES, okay? Yes, George is my father. Or he was, I like to think of it as no more, if ya know what I'm sayin'. I can't stand him, so I pretend he's just a family member." I turned and faced Jack. "But I bet the Tinys knows I'm his daughter, that's why they're so desperate to get information from me. And believe me, Jack, they'll kill me for sure once they know where he is."
"Why? What's so big about ya bein' his daughter?" Jack asked curiously.
I shook my head. "Oh no, Jack. I won't tell you anything else. I've already been stupid enough to reveal that George is my father. And the fewer people who know that, the better."
"What's so big about it?" Jack insisted.
"Drop it, Jack!" I said angrily. "I won't tell you! But believe me - if they know I'm his daughter (something I suspect they do), they'll kill me the second they've learned where he's hiding. They don't want no children of George Goldee to be walkin' on this Earth..."
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There we are... It's a bit shorter than usual, sorry 'bout that, but I needed one chapter just for revealing this, and it got a bit short once the revelation was done... But please review, and I'll get right on to the next chapter!
I'll have to say I'm sorry again for what happened to Sally in the last chapter, but it's making a point as to how desperate and crazy the Tinys are... But don't worry, Sally's a strong lass, so there's no stopping her with something like that...
And also, thanks so much for the tips I got after the last chapter, I really appreciated them!
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A REVELATION REGARDING MASTER GEORGE
I stared at the bars. What else was there to stare at? The stone wall, the doors on the outside of the bars... There was nothing here for me. I hated it.
Glancing to my left, I could see Jack in his cell. He was standing close to the bars which separated us, his fingers curved around the bars and his face close up against them. He looked as worried as I'd ever seen him.
I had nothing to say to him. What could I say? Yes, Jack, I've been raped? No, I couldn't say that. Jack probably already knew it, so there was no point discussing it.
However, Jack probably believed I was terrified. That I was in shock, and that I'd never be the same again after what Hermann Hearst had done to me in the other room.
Yes, it had been Hearst... The same man I suspected had dumped Lily's body in the streets. Hearst had some bad fortune coming to him...
But I didn't believe it was Hearst who'd killed Lily. He just wasn't the type to kill a woman. Even doing what he'd done to me had made him terrified, he'd only acted on orders of the duke. He had been even more afraid than me.
"Um... Sally?" Jack's voice spoke. I turned and looked at him. He looked so humble, like he didn't know what to say. "Are... Are ya all right?"
That was the first time I'd heard a slight sensation of care in his voice, it made me feel good. Jack cared, if only a little. I sighed, and got up. "Yeah," I finally said. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Jack didn't say anything, just looked at me with concern. I don't know what he was worried about - my being okay, or my sanity still being intact. It was hard to tell.
"I'm fine," I repeated, and walked a few steps about the cell. "I'm fine, but I'm furious," I whispered. Jack caught my eye. "I'm furious," I repeated, searching for more suitable words. "And Hearst... Hearst, he's not going to be fine. First Lily, then... this. No, Hearst is not okay," I mumbled.
Jack slid a hand through the bars and reached out for me, as if to grab me to calm me down. "Relax, love," he said, leaning against the bars. "Whatever ya experienced in there, I need ya to remain sane, savvy?"
I looked at him. "You need me? Oh, that's right," I sighed, approaching him, but avvoiding his outstretched hand. "You need me. 'Cause I know where George is. I know where George is, Jack! But I ain't gonna tell you." I came up close to the bars, and stared fiercly into his eyes, trying to compress my anger.
"I'd actually prefer it if ya stayed sane even if I wouldn't get me hands on Goldee's treasure, Sal," he said honestly.
"Curse that Hearst!" I suddenly cried, banging my fists against the bars, right in front of Jack's face. "CURSE HIM! And that rotten duke too!"
Jack jumped back in shock, stumbling a few feet in his cell, trying to keep his balance. He held up his hands, as if to defend himself, when he came close up to me again. "Easy," he said nervously, "please take it easy, ey?"
"I hate him, Jack," I said angrily. "Hate him! That bloody, disgusting, repulsive, cocky bastard of a Tiny..."
"Aye, love, I agree," Jack said carefully. "He's a bastard. Now will ya relax?"
I calmed down a bit, wandering about in my cell cursing beneath my breath. That damn Hearst, the duke, and all of their Tiny mates... Was this how they thought they could treat me, and my friends? Killing, raping? No bloody way, I wasn't going to let them get away with that...
Seing Lily's dead body had made me angry. It had made me lust for revenge. Now... Now I wasn't angry, I was beyond furious. And I did no longer lust for revenge, I needed it. I'd swear on my mother's grave that I would make the duke and Hearst pay for their deeds...
"Hey," Jack said, interrupting my thoughts. "Ya sure ya're okay?"
"Fine, never better," I mumbled, walking about in the cell. "I'll make sure they suffer. But I'll tell ya this much, Jack: They won't do this to me again. And they won't kill no more of my friends. I won't have it!"
"Aye, now ya've got the right spirit," Jack said nervously, clearly not dealing with the situation. I guess he didn't know how to respond to my bisarre behaviour.
"I'll take care of them," I said. "They'll wish they were never born. If only I hadn't been jailed in here..." I looked at Jack. "And that, damn you, is YOUR fault, Sparrow, like I've always said!"
"Oh, 'ere we go again," Jack said, rolling his eyes. "Look, lass," he said, still leaning against the bars, "I didn't exactly mean to get ya into this mess, but ya were in it from the beginning, being a family member of Goldee an' all. I'm just tryin' to save ya, when are ya gonna realize that?"
"Save me?" I repeated. "For your own benefit, Sparrow. Because you believe if you save me, I will be convinced that you're a good person, one worthy of the Secret of Goldee, and that I will tell you where George is, and you'll through him find his treasure... But I won't tell you! Not now, not ever!"
Jack rolled his eyes again, and left the bars to wander about in his own cell, trying not to get too annoyed with my behaviour.
But I was getting quite furious by now, and suddenly noticed I was releasing all of my compressed anger on Jack. Why not, indeed. I continued: "But for now, we're trapped her in this stinking town, in JAIL! And you'll get hanged, something which I suspect you wouldn't exactly enjoy, and then they'll learn all about my father, and then they'll kill me too once they've found the island where he's hiding, and then..."
I suddenly stopped. What had I just said? What had I said? WHAT?!
Jack looked at me with an interested and curious look, the lust for adventure once again appeared in his eyes. "What did ya say?" he smiled. "There was a lot of words comin' out there, love, but I'm pretty sure I heard ya speak about yer father."
"No," I said. "No, I didn't. I didn't even mention my father, I just spoke of George."
Shut up, Sally! my thoughts beamed at me. Shut the hell up!!
Jack lurched up to me again, his eyes smiling, just like his mouth, with excitement. "Now don't go lyin' to me, Sal, I know what ya said." He leaned against the bars, and his face was only inches away from mine. His eyes caught mine, and didn't let go. "What did ya say?"
"N-nothing," I stuttered. Damn it, control yourself! Explain it! Make up some excuse, he'll never know. "I talked about you gettin' hanged, tha's all."
Jack shook his head, still flashing his gold teeth with an evil grin. "Ya spoke about yer father, Sally. Ya said he's hidin' on some island, yeah? And then, when I asked ya what ya'd said, ya said ya'd been talkin' of Goldee... That's a funny coincidence now, isn't it?"
I stared fiercly at him. "Damn you, Sparrow," I whispered.
"I've heard that one a few times now," he smiled. "But I do believe ya just released some important information on me, love."
I said nothing, just stared at him, searching desperately for an excuse. I found none. Jack had learned the truth, just for my accidentically slip of tongue.
"George Goldee's yer father, ain't he?" Jack said with a grin.
I hesitated, but then gave up, and walked away from the bars as I replied: "YES, okay? Yes, George is my father. Or he was, I like to think of it as no more, if ya know what I'm sayin'. I can't stand him, so I pretend he's just a family member." I turned and faced Jack. "But I bet the Tinys knows I'm his daughter, that's why they're so desperate to get information from me. And believe me, Jack, they'll kill me for sure once they know where he is."
"Why? What's so big about ya bein' his daughter?" Jack asked curiously.
I shook my head. "Oh no, Jack. I won't tell you anything else. I've already been stupid enough to reveal that George is my father. And the fewer people who know that, the better."
"What's so big about it?" Jack insisted.
"Drop it, Jack!" I said angrily. "I won't tell you! But believe me - if they know I'm his daughter (something I suspect they do), they'll kill me the second they've learned where he's hiding. They don't want no children of George Goldee to be walkin' on this Earth..."
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There we are... It's a bit shorter than usual, sorry 'bout that, but I needed one chapter just for revealing this, and it got a bit short once the revelation was done... But please review, and I'll get right on to the next chapter!