Sarah's POV: Well, I'm all mended; I couldn't help but notice that Jack
made sure that I was taken care of immediately, even when there were worse
injuries than mine on board. Jack can't possibly, no, not the famous Jack
Sparrow for me? Sure I know that he's definitely given up his virginity but
never would I expect him to go for me! Why? Why did he have my teddy bear?
Could he possibly be.
Narrator: Jack walked up to Sarah's cabin and knocked on the door.
"Just a minute!" Came the reply. "Okay. You can come in now." Jack walked through the door.
"Hello Jack. What is it?"
"Just checking in on you. What were you doing fighting? Usually the women stay down below and mend the ill. Why?"
"I'm not like any other girl Jack. You should know that, why else would I have been working at the docks before you brought me on?" He thought this over.
"Your so, different Sarah. I like that in a girl." He chuckled to himself. "Where did you come from anyway, I swear, your like a book without any ink in it, yet I see the writer writing things down frantically." Sarah had no intention of telling anybody about her past. She wanted to forget, only that.
"I came from an orphanage." She said quietly.
"Did yer mum not want ye? How did you end up there?"
"My family was killed." She said flatly, no tone in her voice.
"What's your last name again?" Sarah hesitated for a moment, drooping her head.
"T- Turner" Jack was silent, he stood there looking down at her scrunched in a ball with her back facing it. So, that's why she lied to me. She's really Sarah Turner, the lost royal.
"Yer safe with me Sarah. He pulled out the teddy bear from his coat and gave it to her. "It's yours. I'm your rescuer." At this she looked up. Jack stared at her face, smiling, why was her face so blank, it was as if she was in a zone, lost in her world of memories. Her empty blue-green-gray eyes gazing up at him with a pail face. Two words escaped her light pink lips, "Thank you" They sat there staring at each other, two old acquaintances meeting for a second time.
Narrator: Jack walked up to Sarah's cabin and knocked on the door.
"Just a minute!" Came the reply. "Okay. You can come in now." Jack walked through the door.
"Hello Jack. What is it?"
"Just checking in on you. What were you doing fighting? Usually the women stay down below and mend the ill. Why?"
"I'm not like any other girl Jack. You should know that, why else would I have been working at the docks before you brought me on?" He thought this over.
"Your so, different Sarah. I like that in a girl." He chuckled to himself. "Where did you come from anyway, I swear, your like a book without any ink in it, yet I see the writer writing things down frantically." Sarah had no intention of telling anybody about her past. She wanted to forget, only that.
"I came from an orphanage." She said quietly.
"Did yer mum not want ye? How did you end up there?"
"My family was killed." She said flatly, no tone in her voice.
"What's your last name again?" Sarah hesitated for a moment, drooping her head.
"T- Turner" Jack was silent, he stood there looking down at her scrunched in a ball with her back facing it. So, that's why she lied to me. She's really Sarah Turner, the lost royal.
"Yer safe with me Sarah. He pulled out the teddy bear from his coat and gave it to her. "It's yours. I'm your rescuer." At this she looked up. Jack stared at her face, smiling, why was her face so blank, it was as if she was in a zone, lost in her world of memories. Her empty blue-green-gray eyes gazing up at him with a pail face. Two words escaped her light pink lips, "Thank you" They sat there staring at each other, two old acquaintances meeting for a second time.