Author's Note: Yay! More reviewers! Ok, I know it's been a long long
while, but I kinda had a block as to where the story's direction should be
heading next and X2 came out so my mind has been there, too. I'm actually
debating about trying my hand at an X-Men fic. If I do, I'll make sure I
finish this one first. Ok, enough of my senseless rambling. This chapter
came out longer than I expected. So here y'all are!
Disclaimer: Nope, I own nothing.
"Why are you following me?" Alison shrieked at the towering figure standing above her.
"You shouldn't be playing with knives, luv," Jack Sparrow knelt down beside her, plucking the knife from her hand.
"You didn't answer my question, Jack Sparrow," Alison said, her voice was shrill from the fright she had a few moments ago. She leered at him with glowing eyes, demanding an answer.
"I saw ya' leave the bar and I was watching your back," he replied. His trademark grin slid onto his face causing Alison to scowl at him.
"You were watching my back?" she questioned.
"It's dangerous for a lass to be roaming the streets by herself, especially at night," he said, standing up from the street. Alison tried to stand up beside him, but fell to the ground. Her ankle was swollen, the pain like no other pain she felt before. Without warning Jack picked her up, carrying her in the direction of his ship like a man carrying his wife over the threshold.
"Jack, what are you doing?" Alison's anger fled from her, his actions calming her.
"Sorry," Jack turned around, heading toward the bar once more.
"No, Jack, I was coming to find you. Peter won't let your crew leave without you paying."
"Peter?"
"My boss. He won't accept my money anymore," Alison informed the pirate captain. Her damp hair hung over her bare shoulders and swayed with each step Jack took. The clouds began to part and the night sky made its presence known.
"Ah. Well, in that case, let's go pay the tab," Jack said carrying Alison all the way back to the bar.
Two minutes later, Jack kicked the door to the pub open with his large dirty brown boot. Peter had spotted the pirate carry Alison over to the counter, sitting her down on one the stools. The bar owner stormed over to the duo. "You must be the captain," Peter said. His statement was more of a subtle question.
"That I am. How much?" Jack asked, fishing for a small leather ouch from the rag-like sash tied around his waist.
"Uh," Peter glanced at Alison, dumbfounded by Jack's approach. Normally the captain would try to get around paying, but it did not seem that way this time.
"Alison," Rose's silky voice frightened Alison, causing her to turn toward the girl. "Can I have my knife back? I'm not going home without it."
"Your knife?" Alison questioned Rose. Rose nodded her head. Alison tried to think of where she put it, but it hit her like a ton of bricks that Jack had the knife. "One moment, please," the young blonde woman smiled at Rose before turning around to the boys again. Jack had already paid for the drinks and Peter was heading towards Jack's crew. "Jack, can I have the knife back?" Alison whispered into Jack's ear. He felt along his sash for the small weapon and then raised an eyebrow.
"The knife you had?" he asked.
"Don't tell me you lost the knife."
"I didn't lose it...I misplaced it," Jack nodded, satisfied with his response. "Rose," Alison turned back toward Rose. The woman's mahogany eyes burned into Alison's eyes. "On my way to the docks I was being followed. I went to attack my follower and I injured myself in the process. He took your knife and lost it."
"Really? Well, your friend better escort me home, then," Rose said. A seductive smile played on her cherry lips while she eyed Jack.
"Him? Jack?" Alison turned her green gaze to Jack. "Why him?"
"Look at him, Alison. He's someone to go home with, money or not," Rose whispered to Alison. Her smile widened after she received a grin from the pirate captain.
"Rose, that is not a way to live your life. Do you know how dangerous it is?"
"Alison, only you would work in a place like this and expect a happy little family. Fairy tales don't exist here and your only aiming to get hurt in the end, so why not end blissfully?" Jack extended his hand to Rose after she spoke. Rose gladly took it, a slight squeal escaping her throat. Before Alison could blink those two were out of the bar.
Rose's words replayed in the young woman's head. You're only aiming to get hurt. Was she? Should she turn to such a life? No. She still had hope that her fairy tale would come true. She just had to find prince charming, but she doubted he was lurking in a grungy pub.
Alison's eyes roamed around the bar. Jack's crew was walking out of the bar and Peter was walking toward the kitchen. A man and a woman he picked up were heading up the creaky steps in the back of the pub. The steps led to rooms in case a weary traveler needed a rest for the night.
"Alison, get back to work," Peter said, walking past Alison. He stopped and looked around the counter. "Where's Rose?" he questioned.
"She ran off with Jack," Alison huffed. She hadn't the slightest idea how she was supposed to walk home with ankle the size of a cannonball.
"The captain? Well, at least your still here."
"Peter, may I have ice? I fell and hurt my ankle. It stings when I put pressure on it." "Of course," Peter ran into the kitchen and emerged from the kitchen with a rag that held a handful of ice cubes.
"Thank you," Alison said, taking the ice package. She pulled her ankle onto her other knee and placed the cold pack on the black and blue skin.
"You should stay here for the night if you can't walk. It'll be on the house," Peter offered.
"Here? Isn't that dangerous for me?"
"Dangerous? How?"
"This place is full of drunk men. I don't trust any of them."
"Well then, missy, how're you getting home?"
"I limp," Alison said. She set the rag on the counter. The cloth opened up and ice spread out across the area of the white rag. Alison hopped off the chair and limped over to the door. With each limp, her skirt bounced up and down.
"Be careful, Alison," Peter called after her.
- Thank you to you reviewers, it helps me keep writing...although it took me a while to post this chapter. With POTC on its way to DVD in 2 days, I figure I'll have more than enough inspiration. Teehee.
Disclaimer: Nope, I own nothing.
"Why are you following me?" Alison shrieked at the towering figure standing above her.
"You shouldn't be playing with knives, luv," Jack Sparrow knelt down beside her, plucking the knife from her hand.
"You didn't answer my question, Jack Sparrow," Alison said, her voice was shrill from the fright she had a few moments ago. She leered at him with glowing eyes, demanding an answer.
"I saw ya' leave the bar and I was watching your back," he replied. His trademark grin slid onto his face causing Alison to scowl at him.
"You were watching my back?" she questioned.
"It's dangerous for a lass to be roaming the streets by herself, especially at night," he said, standing up from the street. Alison tried to stand up beside him, but fell to the ground. Her ankle was swollen, the pain like no other pain she felt before. Without warning Jack picked her up, carrying her in the direction of his ship like a man carrying his wife over the threshold.
"Jack, what are you doing?" Alison's anger fled from her, his actions calming her.
"Sorry," Jack turned around, heading toward the bar once more.
"No, Jack, I was coming to find you. Peter won't let your crew leave without you paying."
"Peter?"
"My boss. He won't accept my money anymore," Alison informed the pirate captain. Her damp hair hung over her bare shoulders and swayed with each step Jack took. The clouds began to part and the night sky made its presence known.
"Ah. Well, in that case, let's go pay the tab," Jack said carrying Alison all the way back to the bar.
Two minutes later, Jack kicked the door to the pub open with his large dirty brown boot. Peter had spotted the pirate carry Alison over to the counter, sitting her down on one the stools. The bar owner stormed over to the duo. "You must be the captain," Peter said. His statement was more of a subtle question.
"That I am. How much?" Jack asked, fishing for a small leather ouch from the rag-like sash tied around his waist.
"Uh," Peter glanced at Alison, dumbfounded by Jack's approach. Normally the captain would try to get around paying, but it did not seem that way this time.
"Alison," Rose's silky voice frightened Alison, causing her to turn toward the girl. "Can I have my knife back? I'm not going home without it."
"Your knife?" Alison questioned Rose. Rose nodded her head. Alison tried to think of where she put it, but it hit her like a ton of bricks that Jack had the knife. "One moment, please," the young blonde woman smiled at Rose before turning around to the boys again. Jack had already paid for the drinks and Peter was heading towards Jack's crew. "Jack, can I have the knife back?" Alison whispered into Jack's ear. He felt along his sash for the small weapon and then raised an eyebrow.
"The knife you had?" he asked.
"Don't tell me you lost the knife."
"I didn't lose it...I misplaced it," Jack nodded, satisfied with his response. "Rose," Alison turned back toward Rose. The woman's mahogany eyes burned into Alison's eyes. "On my way to the docks I was being followed. I went to attack my follower and I injured myself in the process. He took your knife and lost it."
"Really? Well, your friend better escort me home, then," Rose said. A seductive smile played on her cherry lips while she eyed Jack.
"Him? Jack?" Alison turned her green gaze to Jack. "Why him?"
"Look at him, Alison. He's someone to go home with, money or not," Rose whispered to Alison. Her smile widened after she received a grin from the pirate captain.
"Rose, that is not a way to live your life. Do you know how dangerous it is?"
"Alison, only you would work in a place like this and expect a happy little family. Fairy tales don't exist here and your only aiming to get hurt in the end, so why not end blissfully?" Jack extended his hand to Rose after she spoke. Rose gladly took it, a slight squeal escaping her throat. Before Alison could blink those two were out of the bar.
Rose's words replayed in the young woman's head. You're only aiming to get hurt. Was she? Should she turn to such a life? No. She still had hope that her fairy tale would come true. She just had to find prince charming, but she doubted he was lurking in a grungy pub.
Alison's eyes roamed around the bar. Jack's crew was walking out of the bar and Peter was walking toward the kitchen. A man and a woman he picked up were heading up the creaky steps in the back of the pub. The steps led to rooms in case a weary traveler needed a rest for the night.
"Alison, get back to work," Peter said, walking past Alison. He stopped and looked around the counter. "Where's Rose?" he questioned.
"She ran off with Jack," Alison huffed. She hadn't the slightest idea how she was supposed to walk home with ankle the size of a cannonball.
"The captain? Well, at least your still here."
"Peter, may I have ice? I fell and hurt my ankle. It stings when I put pressure on it." "Of course," Peter ran into the kitchen and emerged from the kitchen with a rag that held a handful of ice cubes.
"Thank you," Alison said, taking the ice package. She pulled her ankle onto her other knee and placed the cold pack on the black and blue skin.
"You should stay here for the night if you can't walk. It'll be on the house," Peter offered.
"Here? Isn't that dangerous for me?"
"Dangerous? How?"
"This place is full of drunk men. I don't trust any of them."
"Well then, missy, how're you getting home?"
"I limp," Alison said. She set the rag on the counter. The cloth opened up and ice spread out across the area of the white rag. Alison hopped off the chair and limped over to the door. With each limp, her skirt bounced up and down.
"Be careful, Alison," Peter called after her.
- Thank you to you reviewers, it helps me keep writing...although it took me a while to post this chapter. With POTC on its way to DVD in 2 days, I figure I'll have more than enough inspiration. Teehee.