Here we are, eleventh chapter! This is exciting...! Haha, just kiddin'... well, go on, read it and have fun - and review...
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WELCOME TO DUSTMAN
I guess it had been partly my fault.
I had, after all, said the natives' name of the island. But I must admit, I didn't consider Jack's presence whilst saying it - only the duke's.
I'd revealed the natives' name of the island to him so he'd believe I was telling the truth, something I indeed was. If he hadn't believed me, he would only have done something much worse than what had already been done to me, and I couldn't have it. I needed to make sure the duke believed me, and so I'd revealed the name Dustman island, believing that no man such as the duke would ever have heard of what it's natives called it.
And I was right, as suspected. The duke had in fact not heard of Dustman island.
But it never occurred to me that Jack might had.
He was a Captain, after all, and he'd been around in his life, a lot more than me. And when I, a girl not yet reached eighteen, had heard of the natives' rare name of their island, then of course so had Jack. He was a pirate, of course he'd heard it.
So it was my fault, and I cursed myself as I stood on deck, watching Jack from afar, studying his every passoinate movement as he steered his beloved Pearl towards what he obviously knew was known as Dustman island, somewhere far in the distance.
Damn fool, Sally. There was no escaping it now. What could I do? Jack would never let himself be convinced to turn around, not by me, anyways. Not by any, I guessed. He believed he was finally on the verge of finding the mysterious treasure of George Goldee, by first finding Goldee himself and then having him lead Jack to the treasure.
Oh, if only Jack had known the truth. There was so much he wasn't prepared for.
At that time, it occurred to me that maybe I should warn Jack for what was coming once he reached Dustman island. But then I reconsidered, and found another way of escaping the embarrassment and shame that awaited me - and my family name - on that wretched island Dustman.
In stead, I attempted the impossible: Convincing Jack to drop his treasure hunt.
"Jack?" I said, in the mildest and friendliest voice I could possibly forge, after having come to him by the wheel.
"Nah, love," he simply replied with a stupid grin, making a quick glance in my direction.
I sighed, already getting annoyed. "Oh, come on! Ya haven't even heard what I wanna say to ya yet!"
"I think I know what it is," he said in a low voice, leaning a bit towards me and catching eye contact. Then he turned his focus back to the wheel, his eye on a (for once) fully functional compass, determined to make his way as quickly as possible to Dustman.
"But you have to understand," I pleaded. "You can't go there! You don't know what you're doin'!"
"Don't I?" he said. "Oh, then do tell me, lass, I'm dyin' to find out."
"You're..." I hesitated. What could I say that didn't reveal any secrets of the family Goldee? "You're making a big mistake," I finally said. "Look, Sparrow." I approached him and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him away from the wheel to focus completely on me and what I had to say. "This is serious. You CAN'T go there. You don't know what's waitin' fer ya, it's a suicide mission, and not only for you."
"Is that so?" Jack smiled. "It just so happens I've taken part in those before, Sal, and no suicide ever came from it. I'll take my chances."
"Please, believe me on this!" I begged. "It's danger and death, nothing else, that awaits you there. Please, do not go there."
"Give me a decent reason not to, love, and I won't."
I had nothing to say. I couldn't tell him what was awaiting him on Dustman, it would be the end of both me and my father, not to mention the treasure of Goldee. I had to work something else out. I needed a plan, something to push Jack off the hook, make him believe the treasure - and father - was lost forever.
But how? What could make him believe this?
And then it struck me, like lightning. I knew what I had to say. But it couldn't be done until we'd reached Dustman, and Jack had to believe it was an honest admission coming from me.
"Fine," I finally said to him, and walked away, my mind filled with thoughts and ideas on how to make the story I was going to serve believable for a suspicious and sly man like Captain Jack Sparrow...
* * *
Jack kept a discreet eye on Sally Goldee as she left his presence and went off across the deck, clearly in deep thoughts.
He couldn't help but feeling drawn to her, and it felt strange and rather scary. When had this feeling occurred? Where was it coming from?
All right, so he'd been attracted to her before. He was Jack Sparrow, after all, almost every young woman felt attractive to him. And he had tried to get his way with Sally Goldee innumerous times - with no luck, of course. Sally was a stubborn young lady, and (if she had implied what Jack thought she'd implied) did only allow herself to enjoy her body, as he'd delicately imagined it. At any rate, she probably had never allowed any man to touch her.
Well, except for that one moment where Jack'd had his arm around her shoulder, but he suspected that was a once in a lifetime occasion.
Nevertheless, he now realized he felt drawn to her. Maybe "emotionally attached", even. It had to have come when she'd hugged him, he thought. When she'd finally been nice to him, giving him something as close as it would get to an apology, through a friendly and, he'd decided, quite enjoyable, hug.
And he found himself strangely attached in a way. Not in love, Jack Sparrow wasn't really capable of being properly in love. No, it was more like a sexual tension, or something of the kind. Sure, he would never have turned down a night with Sally if he was offered one, but there had never been any particular need for it. Now, it was like an unstoppable urge that kept occupying his every waking hour.
It was getting rather annoying.
And also, he decided as he stood there keeping his eye on the compass, making sure they were on straight course to Dustman island, it was getting in his way of thinking properly, which by his definition meant, to his own advantage.
Not that he started thinking of what Sally felt, or caring about her wishes in the matter. It was nothing as vulgar as this, no chance in hell. Jack knew, if he now had his chance to get in touch with George Goldee and get his hands on the mysterious, legendary treasure of the old man, that there was nothing going to stop him. Not even a lust for Sally Goldee, or a slight care for her well-being.
However, like he'd decided, it did get a bit in the way of thinking. For example, he feared at this point he would rather be focusing on how to seduce and tenderly kiss Sally, suppose to how to see through any of her mysterious plans on misleading him away from George and the treasure, as he suspected she was still determined to do.
He shook his head, as if to release it of any thoughts of how Sally would look with lesser fabric on. Then he again focused his gaze on the ocean and task that lay before him, and realized what had just happened: Sally Goldee, the stubborn young lady who desired nothing else than for her father to be left in peace, had just given up on her precious argument to make Jack turn around and give up.
That didn't sound too good in Jack's head. Why had she suddenly accepted his arguments, and walked away? Had she given in? Or was there another one of her plans beginning to form in the head of this mysterious lady? He wasn't sure. But the attraction he felt to her, he decided, was not going to get in the way of figuring out what she was up to.
He wanted that treasure - not matter how big or small it was.
It was, after all, a matter of honour as much as anything.
* * *
We reached Dustman island at night. Jack wasn't a bad navigator, and I hadn't expected him to be either. He'd known where Dustman was, and he had indeed brought the Black Pearl there in no time.
It was the very same island, the one I'd thought of when telling the duke I was going to take him to my father, George Goldee. Jack had really known where Dustman island was, and he'd taken us there. It was nothing but my small backup plan left to save my family name and treasure for humiliation now.
But I was certain, I would make it work. I would fool that damn old pirate Captain if it was the last thing I ever did. I would never let him find my father.
Never.
It was in the middle of the night when the Black Pearl entered the docks of Dustman island. As the anchor was released, I could see Jack's face in the moonlight, he was clearly considering whether or not to go into town tonight or wait until morning.
I say town, but it was really nothing but a group of huts.
You see, Dustman island wasn't exactly a well-known one, as mentioned before. I don't think it even held a real name used by the common people of the Caribbean. And even if it did, the name was rarely ever recognized when spoken. Dustman island was small, boring and quite honestly, completely horrible.
It's "town" consisted of fifteen or so houses, all of them on the brim of falling to the ground. Dustman island's citizens were about the lowest form of human life in the Caribbean, if it's not too daring of me to say so. Almost none of them had any form of education, and their jobs consisted mainly of doing the humble tasks of animal hold and craftmanship that was required for the town to function as a town, although it couldn't really be called one, at least not by a normal human's point of view.
I may sound harsh, but seeing is believing. And I'd seen Dustman island's town and people, and knew there was nothing there of value. I guess that's why my father had chosen it as his refuge.
It seemed as though Jack decided it was no point in going into town tonight. It would be difficult to find father there in the middle of the night, and there would be no Tinys on a small island like this waiting to seek us out in the morning, so we'd be safe walking about in broad daylight. No one would recognize us.
Unless, that is, if that one was to be my father. (This was, however, fairly unlikely...)
And I knew, sadly, that Jack would make me point father out at some point. Jack didn't know what he looked like, after all, and he was partly relying on my help to find him, unless he was prepared to ask some of the villages for him. Although that could proove to be a stupid action, seeing as how George Goldee was wanted by the entire British Empire, Royal Navy AND the Tinys all together.
And Jack wasn't stupid. He knew this, and was probably going to try and find George for himself - with my help, of course. Typical that damn Sparrow. He showed me no respect.
Well, I'd give him what he wanted, all the assistance he could ask for. And then, I'd do as I'd planned, and play a fabulous performance on Jack to make him believe there was nothing for him on Dustman island.
And then, my father, the Goldee family's shame and the treasure, could indeed rest in peace forever...
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All right, there we are! Things are happening now...! Please review, lads!
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WELCOME TO DUSTMAN
I guess it had been partly my fault.
I had, after all, said the natives' name of the island. But I must admit, I didn't consider Jack's presence whilst saying it - only the duke's.
I'd revealed the natives' name of the island to him so he'd believe I was telling the truth, something I indeed was. If he hadn't believed me, he would only have done something much worse than what had already been done to me, and I couldn't have it. I needed to make sure the duke believed me, and so I'd revealed the name Dustman island, believing that no man such as the duke would ever have heard of what it's natives called it.
And I was right, as suspected. The duke had in fact not heard of Dustman island.
But it never occurred to me that Jack might had.
He was a Captain, after all, and he'd been around in his life, a lot more than me. And when I, a girl not yet reached eighteen, had heard of the natives' rare name of their island, then of course so had Jack. He was a pirate, of course he'd heard it.
So it was my fault, and I cursed myself as I stood on deck, watching Jack from afar, studying his every passoinate movement as he steered his beloved Pearl towards what he obviously knew was known as Dustman island, somewhere far in the distance.
Damn fool, Sally. There was no escaping it now. What could I do? Jack would never let himself be convinced to turn around, not by me, anyways. Not by any, I guessed. He believed he was finally on the verge of finding the mysterious treasure of George Goldee, by first finding Goldee himself and then having him lead Jack to the treasure.
Oh, if only Jack had known the truth. There was so much he wasn't prepared for.
At that time, it occurred to me that maybe I should warn Jack for what was coming once he reached Dustman island. But then I reconsidered, and found another way of escaping the embarrassment and shame that awaited me - and my family name - on that wretched island Dustman.
In stead, I attempted the impossible: Convincing Jack to drop his treasure hunt.
"Jack?" I said, in the mildest and friendliest voice I could possibly forge, after having come to him by the wheel.
"Nah, love," he simply replied with a stupid grin, making a quick glance in my direction.
I sighed, already getting annoyed. "Oh, come on! Ya haven't even heard what I wanna say to ya yet!"
"I think I know what it is," he said in a low voice, leaning a bit towards me and catching eye contact. Then he turned his focus back to the wheel, his eye on a (for once) fully functional compass, determined to make his way as quickly as possible to Dustman.
"But you have to understand," I pleaded. "You can't go there! You don't know what you're doin'!"
"Don't I?" he said. "Oh, then do tell me, lass, I'm dyin' to find out."
"You're..." I hesitated. What could I say that didn't reveal any secrets of the family Goldee? "You're making a big mistake," I finally said. "Look, Sparrow." I approached him and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him away from the wheel to focus completely on me and what I had to say. "This is serious. You CAN'T go there. You don't know what's waitin' fer ya, it's a suicide mission, and not only for you."
"Is that so?" Jack smiled. "It just so happens I've taken part in those before, Sal, and no suicide ever came from it. I'll take my chances."
"Please, believe me on this!" I begged. "It's danger and death, nothing else, that awaits you there. Please, do not go there."
"Give me a decent reason not to, love, and I won't."
I had nothing to say. I couldn't tell him what was awaiting him on Dustman, it would be the end of both me and my father, not to mention the treasure of Goldee. I had to work something else out. I needed a plan, something to push Jack off the hook, make him believe the treasure - and father - was lost forever.
But how? What could make him believe this?
And then it struck me, like lightning. I knew what I had to say. But it couldn't be done until we'd reached Dustman, and Jack had to believe it was an honest admission coming from me.
"Fine," I finally said to him, and walked away, my mind filled with thoughts and ideas on how to make the story I was going to serve believable for a suspicious and sly man like Captain Jack Sparrow...
* * *
Jack kept a discreet eye on Sally Goldee as she left his presence and went off across the deck, clearly in deep thoughts.
He couldn't help but feeling drawn to her, and it felt strange and rather scary. When had this feeling occurred? Where was it coming from?
All right, so he'd been attracted to her before. He was Jack Sparrow, after all, almost every young woman felt attractive to him. And he had tried to get his way with Sally Goldee innumerous times - with no luck, of course. Sally was a stubborn young lady, and (if she had implied what Jack thought she'd implied) did only allow herself to enjoy her body, as he'd delicately imagined it. At any rate, she probably had never allowed any man to touch her.
Well, except for that one moment where Jack'd had his arm around her shoulder, but he suspected that was a once in a lifetime occasion.
Nevertheless, he now realized he felt drawn to her. Maybe "emotionally attached", even. It had to have come when she'd hugged him, he thought. When she'd finally been nice to him, giving him something as close as it would get to an apology, through a friendly and, he'd decided, quite enjoyable, hug.
And he found himself strangely attached in a way. Not in love, Jack Sparrow wasn't really capable of being properly in love. No, it was more like a sexual tension, or something of the kind. Sure, he would never have turned down a night with Sally if he was offered one, but there had never been any particular need for it. Now, it was like an unstoppable urge that kept occupying his every waking hour.
It was getting rather annoying.
And also, he decided as he stood there keeping his eye on the compass, making sure they were on straight course to Dustman island, it was getting in his way of thinking properly, which by his definition meant, to his own advantage.
Not that he started thinking of what Sally felt, or caring about her wishes in the matter. It was nothing as vulgar as this, no chance in hell. Jack knew, if he now had his chance to get in touch with George Goldee and get his hands on the mysterious, legendary treasure of the old man, that there was nothing going to stop him. Not even a lust for Sally Goldee, or a slight care for her well-being.
However, like he'd decided, it did get a bit in the way of thinking. For example, he feared at this point he would rather be focusing on how to seduce and tenderly kiss Sally, suppose to how to see through any of her mysterious plans on misleading him away from George and the treasure, as he suspected she was still determined to do.
He shook his head, as if to release it of any thoughts of how Sally would look with lesser fabric on. Then he again focused his gaze on the ocean and task that lay before him, and realized what had just happened: Sally Goldee, the stubborn young lady who desired nothing else than for her father to be left in peace, had just given up on her precious argument to make Jack turn around and give up.
That didn't sound too good in Jack's head. Why had she suddenly accepted his arguments, and walked away? Had she given in? Or was there another one of her plans beginning to form in the head of this mysterious lady? He wasn't sure. But the attraction he felt to her, he decided, was not going to get in the way of figuring out what she was up to.
He wanted that treasure - not matter how big or small it was.
It was, after all, a matter of honour as much as anything.
* * *
We reached Dustman island at night. Jack wasn't a bad navigator, and I hadn't expected him to be either. He'd known where Dustman was, and he had indeed brought the Black Pearl there in no time.
It was the very same island, the one I'd thought of when telling the duke I was going to take him to my father, George Goldee. Jack had really known where Dustman island was, and he'd taken us there. It was nothing but my small backup plan left to save my family name and treasure for humiliation now.
But I was certain, I would make it work. I would fool that damn old pirate Captain if it was the last thing I ever did. I would never let him find my father.
Never.
It was in the middle of the night when the Black Pearl entered the docks of Dustman island. As the anchor was released, I could see Jack's face in the moonlight, he was clearly considering whether or not to go into town tonight or wait until morning.
I say town, but it was really nothing but a group of huts.
You see, Dustman island wasn't exactly a well-known one, as mentioned before. I don't think it even held a real name used by the common people of the Caribbean. And even if it did, the name was rarely ever recognized when spoken. Dustman island was small, boring and quite honestly, completely horrible.
It's "town" consisted of fifteen or so houses, all of them on the brim of falling to the ground. Dustman island's citizens were about the lowest form of human life in the Caribbean, if it's not too daring of me to say so. Almost none of them had any form of education, and their jobs consisted mainly of doing the humble tasks of animal hold and craftmanship that was required for the town to function as a town, although it couldn't really be called one, at least not by a normal human's point of view.
I may sound harsh, but seeing is believing. And I'd seen Dustman island's town and people, and knew there was nothing there of value. I guess that's why my father had chosen it as his refuge.
It seemed as though Jack decided it was no point in going into town tonight. It would be difficult to find father there in the middle of the night, and there would be no Tinys on a small island like this waiting to seek us out in the morning, so we'd be safe walking about in broad daylight. No one would recognize us.
Unless, that is, if that one was to be my father. (This was, however, fairly unlikely...)
And I knew, sadly, that Jack would make me point father out at some point. Jack didn't know what he looked like, after all, and he was partly relying on my help to find him, unless he was prepared to ask some of the villages for him. Although that could proove to be a stupid action, seeing as how George Goldee was wanted by the entire British Empire, Royal Navy AND the Tinys all together.
And Jack wasn't stupid. He knew this, and was probably going to try and find George for himself - with my help, of course. Typical that damn Sparrow. He showed me no respect.
Well, I'd give him what he wanted, all the assistance he could ask for. And then, I'd do as I'd planned, and play a fabulous performance on Jack to make him believe there was nothing for him on Dustman island.
And then, my father, the Goldee family's shame and the treasure, could indeed rest in peace forever...
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All right, there we are! Things are happening now...! Please review, lads!