A/N - Thank you to all my reviewers! In this chappie there's gonna be a lot
of POV changing, but I'll make it as easy to understand as possible. Now
that the holiday season is pretty much reaching its end, I'll be able to
update regularly for the rest of this story. Review!!
~lady Cyann~
Disclaimer - I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack Sparrow, the Black Pearl, Will Turner, additional characters, lines from the movie, etc.
Tori- to answer your questions. Yes they left Will on the island only because he insisted he didn't want to come. They survived mostly on whatever they managed to take from other crates. I was hoping you could tell me why the rum was gone. :-P
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Although Gianna had been a little taken aback by Jack's outburst, she was relieved. They would finally be able to get out of this stupid box and breathe the fresh sea air again. She looked at Jack, who still had that far away look in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" She asked, growing more worried by the second. At first she had been relieved, but now Jack did not look well at all.
"The dream, it, it, came back. They, you, Gianna, don't! Stop!" Jack stuttered, starting to shake and rattle. Gianna put a steadying hand on his back. He calmed somewhat, but she knew that it took something terrible to frighten Captain Jack Sparrow. He gasped like he was struggling for air and his eyes fluttered closed once more. Gianna pushed his hair out of his face and stroked his cheek. "Poor Jack," She said to no one in particular. Looking at him in this state made Gianna think. 'I love him so much,' she thought lovingly. But did he love her? He'd never said outright that he was in love with her. These thoughts scared Gianna thoroughly, and soon she could barely look at Jack without pangs of heartache.
When she was about to drift off to sleep against Jack's chest, clammy, bony fingers stroked the back of her neck until they found her shirt. She was yanked brutally upwards and out of the crate until she was a hair's breadth from her captor's face. It was a tall, stout man with yellowed teeth and brutal breath. "Captain!" He called into her face. "Looks like we got ourselves a stowaway!"
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The pirate ruthlessly dragged Gianna along the floorboards by her shirt. It tore along the seams with harsh ripping sounds. Gianna let herself be dragged, for she was too weak from malnutrition to fight back. She prayed inwardly that they hadn't seen Jack. No sign of him being dragged after her, so she assumed he hadn't been discovered. When the forward movement finally stopped. Gianna looked up into the cold eyes of the captain. The imposing pirate pulled her up by the throat roughly and said, "Aye, have we a wench for the men to play with here?"
The pirates cheered heartily. "Wait!" The captain said, "Would you rather keelhaul her?" Gianna gasped in fear. She had witnessed keelhauling. The poor victim was bound, gagged, and placed in a wicker net with a long rope attached to it. The crew would hold the rope as the person in the basket was dragged along the bottom of the ship, being bit by fish and cut and sheared by the sharp barnacles that clung to the hull. Not many lived to tell the tale.
Gianna shivered uncontrollably at the thought. Jack was the only one who could save her now, but he was out cold in the crate. Even so, in his delicate condition would he be able to rescue her at all?
At this new idea, most of the pirates hooted in delight and affirmation, as others sulked at not being able to rape Gianna. But it wasn't a bad alternative.
"The deed is done," the captain announced proudly, "At the toll of the next bells, we'll keelhaul her."
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Jack awoke with a throbbing head and bleary eyes. He sat up, expecting to smack his head for the thousandth time on the top of the crate, but he did not. 'That's curious,' he thought, puzzled. He looked up warily to see that the top of the crate was indeed gone. As was Gianna. His first thought was to panic, but he quickly dismissed that. It was not the time for rash action. First of all, it was unlikely that the pirates had discovered Gianna and not himself, right? So she must have gone into the fray on her own. 'Yes,' he determined, 'That was it.' Suddenly he heard a decidedly feminine scream from above decks. It had been Gianna, he was sure of that. He had to save her. He attempted to drag himself up, but his legs didn't work. They felt dead and heavy as cannonballs. What was he going to do now?
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Back on deck Gianna was sweating it. In 45 minutes she was to be loaded into a basket and dragged underwater for endless minutes, while being bitten, cut, and slashed. It wasn't going to be pretty and the chances of her being rescued were about zero. She thought about this as she stood, bound tightly to the mast and unable to move a muscle.
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Meanwhile, Jack was furiously rubbing his legs, trying to get the feeling back in them. As he felt blood return to his thighs and shins, he felt overjoyed. There was still a chance he could get to Gianna. His legs ached when the feeling came back, but Jack had never been happier. Painstakingly, he pulled himself up and out of the crate as fast as his legs would allow. He made a beeline for the deck.
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Gianna couldn't hold it in any longer. As the captain called, "Load her into the net!" Gianna burst into tears. They ran down her face in fat drops. Gianna hadn't cried like this in years, and it actually made her feel better to let it all out. She felt gentler, almost womanlier (A/N an actual word. Who'd have thunk it?). She had the right to show her feelings. Although the crew and the captain laughed immensely at her pain and suffering, Gianna couldn't have cared less. They untied the knots that bound her to the mast and tied her up again. As they placed her in the basket, she was reminded of the baby Moses who was placed in the river in a basket as an infant and laughed.
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On his way to the deck, Jack got very frustrated with his speed, or lack thereof. He slipped about 5 times trying to get up the ladder from the bilges, so that his legs soon looked like bruised apples. He cursed loudly and colorfully, in five minutes using every oath he knew. When he finally reached the top of the ladder, he saw the long hallway that led to the hatch door that led to the deck and yelled in anger. It was so far away and so much was at stake!
He wiggled and wriggled and pulled himself along the floorboards, stopping only to rub his legs. Not moving for over a week must mess your muscles up pretty bad. When Jack finally reached the hatch door he through it open with a whoop and looked outside just in time to see a dark shape fly over the side of the hull in a basket. 'Oh, no, not that,' Jack thought pitifully, begging it not to be so.
As he saw the Captain standing by the rail watching solemnly, Jack charged at him.
"You bastard that had better not be Gianna!" He screamed. Without turning around the pirate placed his sword at Jack's throat. He then spun around to face Jack.
"Well if it isn't Captain Jack Sparrow," He said distastefully. Who was this captain? He seemed so familiar to Jack Sparrow. Jack felt around his waist to grab his sword, and cursed when he remembered that he had left it in the crate. The captain laughed musically.
"Now, Sparrow, we spar." The captain teased the sword at Jack's throat, making a tiny incision that dripped blood. He took a heavy, rusted black sword from a rack behind him and tossed it to Jack. Jack knew that this sword was of low quality and that he wouldn't be able to fight successfully with it.
Jack thought quickly and grabbed a glass flask of rum from a pirate behind him. The whole time he was thinking of a way to rescue Gianna and put off the impending swordfight. He held up the rum and said, "Captain, can't we just settle this over a drink?" He asked innocently. The captain ripped the flask from his hand and threw it to the deck, where it shattered. In that second, Jack knew who it was.
"Still haven't changed our feelings about rum, have we, Elizabeth Turner?"
~lady Cyann~
Disclaimer - I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack Sparrow, the Black Pearl, Will Turner, additional characters, lines from the movie, etc.
Tori- to answer your questions. Yes they left Will on the island only because he insisted he didn't want to come. They survived mostly on whatever they managed to take from other crates. I was hoping you could tell me why the rum was gone. :-P
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Although Gianna had been a little taken aback by Jack's outburst, she was relieved. They would finally be able to get out of this stupid box and breathe the fresh sea air again. She looked at Jack, who still had that far away look in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" She asked, growing more worried by the second. At first she had been relieved, but now Jack did not look well at all.
"The dream, it, it, came back. They, you, Gianna, don't! Stop!" Jack stuttered, starting to shake and rattle. Gianna put a steadying hand on his back. He calmed somewhat, but she knew that it took something terrible to frighten Captain Jack Sparrow. He gasped like he was struggling for air and his eyes fluttered closed once more. Gianna pushed his hair out of his face and stroked his cheek. "Poor Jack," She said to no one in particular. Looking at him in this state made Gianna think. 'I love him so much,' she thought lovingly. But did he love her? He'd never said outright that he was in love with her. These thoughts scared Gianna thoroughly, and soon she could barely look at Jack without pangs of heartache.
When she was about to drift off to sleep against Jack's chest, clammy, bony fingers stroked the back of her neck until they found her shirt. She was yanked brutally upwards and out of the crate until she was a hair's breadth from her captor's face. It was a tall, stout man with yellowed teeth and brutal breath. "Captain!" He called into her face. "Looks like we got ourselves a stowaway!"
****************************************
The pirate ruthlessly dragged Gianna along the floorboards by her shirt. It tore along the seams with harsh ripping sounds. Gianna let herself be dragged, for she was too weak from malnutrition to fight back. She prayed inwardly that they hadn't seen Jack. No sign of him being dragged after her, so she assumed he hadn't been discovered. When the forward movement finally stopped. Gianna looked up into the cold eyes of the captain. The imposing pirate pulled her up by the throat roughly and said, "Aye, have we a wench for the men to play with here?"
The pirates cheered heartily. "Wait!" The captain said, "Would you rather keelhaul her?" Gianna gasped in fear. She had witnessed keelhauling. The poor victim was bound, gagged, and placed in a wicker net with a long rope attached to it. The crew would hold the rope as the person in the basket was dragged along the bottom of the ship, being bit by fish and cut and sheared by the sharp barnacles that clung to the hull. Not many lived to tell the tale.
Gianna shivered uncontrollably at the thought. Jack was the only one who could save her now, but he was out cold in the crate. Even so, in his delicate condition would he be able to rescue her at all?
At this new idea, most of the pirates hooted in delight and affirmation, as others sulked at not being able to rape Gianna. But it wasn't a bad alternative.
"The deed is done," the captain announced proudly, "At the toll of the next bells, we'll keelhaul her."
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Jack awoke with a throbbing head and bleary eyes. He sat up, expecting to smack his head for the thousandth time on the top of the crate, but he did not. 'That's curious,' he thought, puzzled. He looked up warily to see that the top of the crate was indeed gone. As was Gianna. His first thought was to panic, but he quickly dismissed that. It was not the time for rash action. First of all, it was unlikely that the pirates had discovered Gianna and not himself, right? So she must have gone into the fray on her own. 'Yes,' he determined, 'That was it.' Suddenly he heard a decidedly feminine scream from above decks. It had been Gianna, he was sure of that. He had to save her. He attempted to drag himself up, but his legs didn't work. They felt dead and heavy as cannonballs. What was he going to do now?
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Back on deck Gianna was sweating it. In 45 minutes she was to be loaded into a basket and dragged underwater for endless minutes, while being bitten, cut, and slashed. It wasn't going to be pretty and the chances of her being rescued were about zero. She thought about this as she stood, bound tightly to the mast and unable to move a muscle.
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Meanwhile, Jack was furiously rubbing his legs, trying to get the feeling back in them. As he felt blood return to his thighs and shins, he felt overjoyed. There was still a chance he could get to Gianna. His legs ached when the feeling came back, but Jack had never been happier. Painstakingly, he pulled himself up and out of the crate as fast as his legs would allow. He made a beeline for the deck.
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Gianna couldn't hold it in any longer. As the captain called, "Load her into the net!" Gianna burst into tears. They ran down her face in fat drops. Gianna hadn't cried like this in years, and it actually made her feel better to let it all out. She felt gentler, almost womanlier (A/N an actual word. Who'd have thunk it?). She had the right to show her feelings. Although the crew and the captain laughed immensely at her pain and suffering, Gianna couldn't have cared less. They untied the knots that bound her to the mast and tied her up again. As they placed her in the basket, she was reminded of the baby Moses who was placed in the river in a basket as an infant and laughed.
**********************
On his way to the deck, Jack got very frustrated with his speed, or lack thereof. He slipped about 5 times trying to get up the ladder from the bilges, so that his legs soon looked like bruised apples. He cursed loudly and colorfully, in five minutes using every oath he knew. When he finally reached the top of the ladder, he saw the long hallway that led to the hatch door that led to the deck and yelled in anger. It was so far away and so much was at stake!
He wiggled and wriggled and pulled himself along the floorboards, stopping only to rub his legs. Not moving for over a week must mess your muscles up pretty bad. When Jack finally reached the hatch door he through it open with a whoop and looked outside just in time to see a dark shape fly over the side of the hull in a basket. 'Oh, no, not that,' Jack thought pitifully, begging it not to be so.
As he saw the Captain standing by the rail watching solemnly, Jack charged at him.
"You bastard that had better not be Gianna!" He screamed. Without turning around the pirate placed his sword at Jack's throat. He then spun around to face Jack.
"Well if it isn't Captain Jack Sparrow," He said distastefully. Who was this captain? He seemed so familiar to Jack Sparrow. Jack felt around his waist to grab his sword, and cursed when he remembered that he had left it in the crate. The captain laughed musically.
"Now, Sparrow, we spar." The captain teased the sword at Jack's throat, making a tiny incision that dripped blood. He took a heavy, rusted black sword from a rack behind him and tossed it to Jack. Jack knew that this sword was of low quality and that he wouldn't be able to fight successfully with it.
Jack thought quickly and grabbed a glass flask of rum from a pirate behind him. The whole time he was thinking of a way to rescue Gianna and put off the impending swordfight. He held up the rum and said, "Captain, can't we just settle this over a drink?" He asked innocently. The captain ripped the flask from his hand and threw it to the deck, where it shattered. In that second, Jack knew who it was.
"Still haven't changed our feelings about rum, have we, Elizabeth Turner?"