Another chapter's up! Number ten, it's like an anniversary of some sort or somethin'... I don't know what I'm talking about.
Anyways, enjoy, and sorry it takes so long before the updates, I'll try to write faster. ;) Now, read and review... ;)
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LEAVING FOR DUSTMAN ISLAND
I sat on the floor in my cell, leaned up against the cold stone wall. Jack, on the other hand, was as restless as I'd ever seen him. He strode about in the cell, occasionally mumbling a swear or two, as well as occasionally clutching the bars, as if only to express his annoyance with being jailed like he was.
"Will you stop it?" I finally said.
He stopped walking and stared at me. "What?"
"Stop doing that, ya're so damn restless, it's annoying."
"Well, pardon me fer tryin' to think of a way to get us outta here," he said angrily.
"And you have to walk whilst doing that?"
He sighed. "Yes. I have to walk. It's a way of expressing my anger, lass, so you'll just have to bear with me on this."
"I can't believe it," I said. "Here I am, lost and jailed thanks to YOU, just been raped, and... and all you can do is treat me badly."
"Hey," Jack said, pointing a threatening finger in my direction, "I'm not treatin' you badly. I've tried to do nothin' but treat you good, but ya seem to take it all the wrong way, for some reason. Now be quiet for one moment, PLEASE, and let me think."
"What's the use, you won't think of anything," I sighed. "You've never been able to make your way out of prison for yourself - someone's always been there to save you. This time, though, no one is."
I don't exactly know why I was being so hard on him. Jack had indeed done nothing but tried save me, although it had all lead us from bad to worse. And what had happened to me just recently - not to mention what had happened to Lily - had given me a rather special view on life in general, and even, I think, men. I felt dark.
Not dark as in distrubed, mentally challenged after all I'd experienced, it was nothing like that. I felt dark in the way that people did when they'd experienced something so horrible it was beyond expressionable by words, only by actions. And seeing as how I did try to express myself with words - towards Jack - and it didn't work very well, I naturally got rather angry, although it wasn't my place to take it out on him.
Jack stared at me, hesitating, as though he was trying his best not to give me any replies to my pointless accusations, when the noise of a door being opened was heard.
It was the duke, and behind him followed the other Tiny from before, the third one.
I got up and approached the bars, instinctively quite close to Jack's cell. I think he noticed, for he chose to stand as close to the bars which separated us as possible.
"Sally," said the duke cooly when they'd reached our cells. "I have given you some time to think. And I have showed you a taste of what will happen if you choose to not co-operate."
I hesitated, and took a glance in Jack's direction. He stared back at me with a concerned look, but could not offer me any help at that moment. I stared back at the horrid duke, fighting hard against the lust to spit him in the face.
"Well? Do you really wish to know what else we are willing to do to make you talk?" the duke smiled, a disgusting smile that made even Jack look repulsed.
"No," I finally answered. "I'll... I'll tell ya where George is."
A huge grin appeared on the duke's face, just as a desperately worried look appeared on Jack's. "I am glad to hear it," the duke said. "Once you have told us where he is, and we have dealt with him, you are free to go."
A blunt lie, of course. I knew they'd kill me the second they had their hands on my father. The risk of me being what they feared the most, was probably almost unbearable for the duke even at this moment.
"Thanks, duke," I said with a sarcastic grin. "But I can't tell ya where he is."
"What? This is no time for jokes, young Goldee!"
"I's no joke," I said simply. "I don't know what the island's called."
Jack looked at me, now less concerned, and more curious. I caught his eye I finally figured out what I had to say: "It was Jack. Jack took me there, Jack and I found it together - although we don't know its name."
"How could you have found it without knowing its name?" the duke asked suspiciously, glancing at Jack, who could do nothing but slightly flash an innocent smile.
"Well... I do know what its nickname is," I admitted truthfully. "Its natives calls it Dustman island. You probably haven't heard of it..."
The duke shook his head, as if to confirm that he had never heard of Dustman, which wasn't surprising. Few people, except for the natives, had ever heard of the name Dustman.
"We do know what it looks like," I quickly added. "Jack and I could find it together." This was our chance, I'd thought. Our chance to escape.
"OR," the duke said, "I could bring you a map, and you could point as to which of the islands on my map it is. I am sure at least you, Sparrow, will be able to remember which island it is on a map, a Captain that you are and all."
"Well, actually, mate," Jack said, speaking of the matter for the first time, "I couldn't. Ya see, the island's so small it's not even on the map."
"Well, you could still point it out on a map though, couldn't you?"
Jack hesitated. "I could... But it would be no guarantee, ya see, me memory's not what it was, maybe I'll point ya to the wrong place...!" He hesitated for a moment, then added: "But - I think I will be able to find it - with Sally's help, of course - if I'm there, ya know, on a ship, sailin', with the wind in me hair and all... Savvy?" He smiled again, flashing his many golden teeth.
And the duke fell for it.
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Jack and I were up on deck, seeing the small town that had caused us so much trouble slowly grow smaller in the distance. We were on our way now, with the Faithful, Hermann Hearst and another Tiny holding steady pistols pointed towards us all the time, whilst the duke kept his Captain company.
"We will get rid of them soon enough," I heard Hearst say to the other Tiny, talking as if Jack and I weren't even there. "We just need them until we have found old Goldee."
"I know that, Hearst," the other Tiny said harshly. "I am only here guarding because I had nothing else to do, and we were few members of the Law able to come with the Faithful to guard these criminals. I do not intend to practice small talk with a tailor's son."
"Begging your pardon, lord," Hearst said, clearly offended. "But if I may say so, I am here to serve YOU, the Law. Nothing else."
"Right, and you serve me best by being quiet," the lord said.
Clearly, the duke showing such care for Hearst - him not being a Tiny - was a rare thing. The other members of "the Law" didn't seem too pleased with taking on an outsider on their legalizing adventures.
Now, round about the time where the lord had told Hearst to shut up, a lot of things happened at once, and this is where my story takes a drastic turn: A forgiving one, I guess I'll have to call it.
Because, for the first time since I'd met him, Captain Jack Sparrow managed to save me, in stead of getting me into more trouble.
It was all thanks to a diversion which wasn't actually a real diversion - just a sheer coincidence.
As we left the island and went off towards the high sea, the crew of the Faithful suddenly spotted another ship. Of course, it was the Black Pearl. Waiting to see the Faithful sail out, so they could safely come back without being attacked by the Tinys.
"The Pearl!" Jack said immediately, being one of the first to spot his beloved ship.
The lord and Hearst looked up as to see what he was referring to. The reaction came instantly. "DUKE!" Hearst cried. "DUKE!"
They both took off without even thinking, running towards the wheel eager to tell the Captain and the duke that the Pearl was within reach, and that they should be firing at it and taking it down once and for all.
Jack and I found ourselves all of a sudden without anyone guarding us, or holding any pistols up against our backs. We looked around for a second, and then Jack said, facing me: "What are we waiting for?"
I shrugged, and so we both made a run for it across the deck, reached the rail and climbed up on it with speed, just as we heard the duke cry from the wheel: "Idiots! Stop Goldee and Sparrow! NOW!"
Sailors on the Faithful ran towards the rail, but found nothing there - Jack and I had already jumped straight into the water, landing splashing and screaming, but still very much alive and free.
We quickly started to swim towards the Pearl, where a rowboat had already been dropped to come and pick us up. Clearly, someone on the ship had seen us jump.
I spat salt water and swam as fast as I could, but it wasn't too easy, wearing such a heavy dress as I was. However, I was resolved not to go back to the Faithful and its mischiefs - I would rather die...
We reached the rowboat, featuring none other than Anamaria and two others of Jack's crew. Jack climed into the boat without troubles, but I found myself having difficulties getting out of the water, due to the heavy dress.
Anamaria grabbed my hand and pulled me up into the boat.
"Sorry," I mumbled, feeling a bit awkward for having hit her before, but she did nothing but smile casually at me.
We quickly returned to the Black Pearl, and Jack didn't hesitate once he was on board - he went straight for the wheel, and was determined to get the Pearl out of reach for the Faithful. He had no troubles doing this. After all, he was Jack Sparrow, back on his beloved ship, and aboard the Faithful there was nothing more than some of the people he loathed the most. They wouldn't get to him.
All this I took in, standing on deck of the Pearl once more, this time dripping wet all over, now observing the pirates all around run about and get the ship away from the island and the Tinys.
And I finally, being away from the Tinys, saved from the brutality and hatred of the duke, and the "activities" committed by Hearst and the others, realized there was something I had to do.
I went up to the wheel and gave Jack a small, quick hug.
I looked at him, and he just smiled another of his stupid smiles, flashing the gold teeth. "Is that a thank you, love?"
"As close as it gets," I replied. "Where are we going now?"
An adventurous smile appeared on his face, his eyes shining eagerly. "Dustman island, love! Dustman island!"
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There we are again...! Please review, everyone!
Anyways, enjoy, and sorry it takes so long before the updates, I'll try to write faster. ;) Now, read and review... ;)
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LEAVING FOR DUSTMAN ISLAND
I sat on the floor in my cell, leaned up against the cold stone wall. Jack, on the other hand, was as restless as I'd ever seen him. He strode about in the cell, occasionally mumbling a swear or two, as well as occasionally clutching the bars, as if only to express his annoyance with being jailed like he was.
"Will you stop it?" I finally said.
He stopped walking and stared at me. "What?"
"Stop doing that, ya're so damn restless, it's annoying."
"Well, pardon me fer tryin' to think of a way to get us outta here," he said angrily.
"And you have to walk whilst doing that?"
He sighed. "Yes. I have to walk. It's a way of expressing my anger, lass, so you'll just have to bear with me on this."
"I can't believe it," I said. "Here I am, lost and jailed thanks to YOU, just been raped, and... and all you can do is treat me badly."
"Hey," Jack said, pointing a threatening finger in my direction, "I'm not treatin' you badly. I've tried to do nothin' but treat you good, but ya seem to take it all the wrong way, for some reason. Now be quiet for one moment, PLEASE, and let me think."
"What's the use, you won't think of anything," I sighed. "You've never been able to make your way out of prison for yourself - someone's always been there to save you. This time, though, no one is."
I don't exactly know why I was being so hard on him. Jack had indeed done nothing but tried save me, although it had all lead us from bad to worse. And what had happened to me just recently - not to mention what had happened to Lily - had given me a rather special view on life in general, and even, I think, men. I felt dark.
Not dark as in distrubed, mentally challenged after all I'd experienced, it was nothing like that. I felt dark in the way that people did when they'd experienced something so horrible it was beyond expressionable by words, only by actions. And seeing as how I did try to express myself with words - towards Jack - and it didn't work very well, I naturally got rather angry, although it wasn't my place to take it out on him.
Jack stared at me, hesitating, as though he was trying his best not to give me any replies to my pointless accusations, when the noise of a door being opened was heard.
It was the duke, and behind him followed the other Tiny from before, the third one.
I got up and approached the bars, instinctively quite close to Jack's cell. I think he noticed, for he chose to stand as close to the bars which separated us as possible.
"Sally," said the duke cooly when they'd reached our cells. "I have given you some time to think. And I have showed you a taste of what will happen if you choose to not co-operate."
I hesitated, and took a glance in Jack's direction. He stared back at me with a concerned look, but could not offer me any help at that moment. I stared back at the horrid duke, fighting hard against the lust to spit him in the face.
"Well? Do you really wish to know what else we are willing to do to make you talk?" the duke smiled, a disgusting smile that made even Jack look repulsed.
"No," I finally answered. "I'll... I'll tell ya where George is."
A huge grin appeared on the duke's face, just as a desperately worried look appeared on Jack's. "I am glad to hear it," the duke said. "Once you have told us where he is, and we have dealt with him, you are free to go."
A blunt lie, of course. I knew they'd kill me the second they had their hands on my father. The risk of me being what they feared the most, was probably almost unbearable for the duke even at this moment.
"Thanks, duke," I said with a sarcastic grin. "But I can't tell ya where he is."
"What? This is no time for jokes, young Goldee!"
"I's no joke," I said simply. "I don't know what the island's called."
Jack looked at me, now less concerned, and more curious. I caught his eye I finally figured out what I had to say: "It was Jack. Jack took me there, Jack and I found it together - although we don't know its name."
"How could you have found it without knowing its name?" the duke asked suspiciously, glancing at Jack, who could do nothing but slightly flash an innocent smile.
"Well... I do know what its nickname is," I admitted truthfully. "Its natives calls it Dustman island. You probably haven't heard of it..."
The duke shook his head, as if to confirm that he had never heard of Dustman, which wasn't surprising. Few people, except for the natives, had ever heard of the name Dustman.
"We do know what it looks like," I quickly added. "Jack and I could find it together." This was our chance, I'd thought. Our chance to escape.
"OR," the duke said, "I could bring you a map, and you could point as to which of the islands on my map it is. I am sure at least you, Sparrow, will be able to remember which island it is on a map, a Captain that you are and all."
"Well, actually, mate," Jack said, speaking of the matter for the first time, "I couldn't. Ya see, the island's so small it's not even on the map."
"Well, you could still point it out on a map though, couldn't you?"
Jack hesitated. "I could... But it would be no guarantee, ya see, me memory's not what it was, maybe I'll point ya to the wrong place...!" He hesitated for a moment, then added: "But - I think I will be able to find it - with Sally's help, of course - if I'm there, ya know, on a ship, sailin', with the wind in me hair and all... Savvy?" He smiled again, flashing his many golden teeth.
And the duke fell for it.
***
Jack and I were up on deck, seeing the small town that had caused us so much trouble slowly grow smaller in the distance. We were on our way now, with the Faithful, Hermann Hearst and another Tiny holding steady pistols pointed towards us all the time, whilst the duke kept his Captain company.
"We will get rid of them soon enough," I heard Hearst say to the other Tiny, talking as if Jack and I weren't even there. "We just need them until we have found old Goldee."
"I know that, Hearst," the other Tiny said harshly. "I am only here guarding because I had nothing else to do, and we were few members of the Law able to come with the Faithful to guard these criminals. I do not intend to practice small talk with a tailor's son."
"Begging your pardon, lord," Hearst said, clearly offended. "But if I may say so, I am here to serve YOU, the Law. Nothing else."
"Right, and you serve me best by being quiet," the lord said.
Clearly, the duke showing such care for Hearst - him not being a Tiny - was a rare thing. The other members of "the Law" didn't seem too pleased with taking on an outsider on their legalizing adventures.
Now, round about the time where the lord had told Hearst to shut up, a lot of things happened at once, and this is where my story takes a drastic turn: A forgiving one, I guess I'll have to call it.
Because, for the first time since I'd met him, Captain Jack Sparrow managed to save me, in stead of getting me into more trouble.
It was all thanks to a diversion which wasn't actually a real diversion - just a sheer coincidence.
As we left the island and went off towards the high sea, the crew of the Faithful suddenly spotted another ship. Of course, it was the Black Pearl. Waiting to see the Faithful sail out, so they could safely come back without being attacked by the Tinys.
"The Pearl!" Jack said immediately, being one of the first to spot his beloved ship.
The lord and Hearst looked up as to see what he was referring to. The reaction came instantly. "DUKE!" Hearst cried. "DUKE!"
They both took off without even thinking, running towards the wheel eager to tell the Captain and the duke that the Pearl was within reach, and that they should be firing at it and taking it down once and for all.
Jack and I found ourselves all of a sudden without anyone guarding us, or holding any pistols up against our backs. We looked around for a second, and then Jack said, facing me: "What are we waiting for?"
I shrugged, and so we both made a run for it across the deck, reached the rail and climbed up on it with speed, just as we heard the duke cry from the wheel: "Idiots! Stop Goldee and Sparrow! NOW!"
Sailors on the Faithful ran towards the rail, but found nothing there - Jack and I had already jumped straight into the water, landing splashing and screaming, but still very much alive and free.
We quickly started to swim towards the Pearl, where a rowboat had already been dropped to come and pick us up. Clearly, someone on the ship had seen us jump.
I spat salt water and swam as fast as I could, but it wasn't too easy, wearing such a heavy dress as I was. However, I was resolved not to go back to the Faithful and its mischiefs - I would rather die...
We reached the rowboat, featuring none other than Anamaria and two others of Jack's crew. Jack climed into the boat without troubles, but I found myself having difficulties getting out of the water, due to the heavy dress.
Anamaria grabbed my hand and pulled me up into the boat.
"Sorry," I mumbled, feeling a bit awkward for having hit her before, but she did nothing but smile casually at me.
We quickly returned to the Black Pearl, and Jack didn't hesitate once he was on board - he went straight for the wheel, and was determined to get the Pearl out of reach for the Faithful. He had no troubles doing this. After all, he was Jack Sparrow, back on his beloved ship, and aboard the Faithful there was nothing more than some of the people he loathed the most. They wouldn't get to him.
All this I took in, standing on deck of the Pearl once more, this time dripping wet all over, now observing the pirates all around run about and get the ship away from the island and the Tinys.
And I finally, being away from the Tinys, saved from the brutality and hatred of the duke, and the "activities" committed by Hearst and the others, realized there was something I had to do.
I went up to the wheel and gave Jack a small, quick hug.
I looked at him, and he just smiled another of his stupid smiles, flashing the gold teeth. "Is that a thank you, love?"
"As close as it gets," I replied. "Where are we going now?"
An adventurous smile appeared on his face, his eyes shining eagerly. "Dustman island, love! Dustman island!"
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There we are again...! Please review, everyone!