Disclaimer: erm. e forgot to do the disclaimer in earlier chapters. as much
as we want Jack and Will *grins* we can't have them in any way shape or
form.*sigh*-Raven
DON'T SUE!!-Talon
Hey lookie! We got two chapters up before school!-Raven
Hey, I never got any rum!-Jack
*rolls eyes*-Talon
Chapter4
Of passing days
Two days later, Jade was still moping about the Turner's mansion. She only ate when ordered to, and even then, nibbled. She never came inside, save when she either had to use the bathroom, or was too exhausted to stay out anymore, or when she was downright ordered. There really wasn't any point to it. Each morning, she would get up, Maria would help her get changed, and make-upped (Jade even let the maid give her a corset, figuring that, if she passed out, she might wake up on the Pearl, or her father might come save her from the waters as he had for Elizabeth), then she would nibble at some eggs, and wait outside, always watching the bay. Once, she went with Elizabeth to go drop off some lunch for Will, then went shopping for a bit. Not that it cheered her up any. Eventually, the days started to seem to tick away, though she couldn't decide whether they felt more like eons, for how long away the next one always seemed, or seconds, for how uselessly they were spent, accomplishing little, nothing useful or interesting happening. Soon, she lost count altogether, always watching the ocean. The cold, glassy, uncaring ocean.
After a time, she donned her old clothes (which had been washed spotless, a feat she never would have imagined possible) and climbed a large tree, perfect for climbing, with a magnificent view of the ocean. She took nothing with her, she never did, save for a small linen bag of treasures, carrying her beads and ribbons that had been wrapped up in her hair, her old, tarnished jewelry that Maria had also polished, (the maid woman really loved for everything to be absolutely spotless!)her dagger, the old red kerchief identical to her father's the she used to wear in her hair, her small supply of kohl, and a couple of lucky shells she'd had since she was three. Altogether, she must have looked very odd. A clean young lady, with soft, brushed hair, a linen bag, and a touch of make-up, wearing newly-cleaned, battered, old clothes a pirate or a sailor boy might be caught wearing. She had no idea whether it was the eleventh or eight day gone, but she knew it had been too long. This wasn't the life for her! Not solid, still ground with dresses on stupid wire frames and suffocating corsets! She wanted to be back on the Pearl, away from that charming boy, and all the other girlish things she'd never experienced!
A glint of gold caught her eye on the beach next to the docks. Treasure? Perhaps a doubloon or a ring! No. . . . It was only that stupid necklace. Jade felt a sudden, inexplicable desire to visit the beach. Looking over her shoulder and seeing no one, she slipped out of the branches, pulled out her kerchief, rapped it around her head, and dashed off toward the ocean.
When she'd reached it, the jade-gold necklace had washed up onto the sands, filthy and wet. Gingerly, she cleaned it in the ocean water and held it up close to her face. Again, the designs made her head spin in their complexity. And somehow, she felt again as hopeless and powerless as she had when she'd seen Jack Sparrow's retreating back, leaving her behind. The memories pounded in her head, summoning hot tears, but she fought the urge to throw the necklace back into the churning waters of the sea. Boys, as she was pretending to be one now, did not act so emotional! Hell, she! Jade Sparrow did not act so emotional! Carefully, she stowed the jewelry in her bag and headed quietly back to the Turner residence.
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More days ticked aimlessly by, and Jade visited the docks each and every day. Of course, not always wearing her pirate clothes, as Maria wouldn't permit it, but often in a ridiculously hot dress. Few treasures like the jade necklace, which she wore every day, turned up. But nevertheless, the sound and smell of the ocean comforted her.
It was on one of these expeditions that she saw it. A gargantuan ship, not like anything of the royal navy was out there, heading slowly but surely toward Port Royal. Although the flag was down, she recognized the ship. Enemy pirates. Immediately, she found herself dashing for the blacksmith's shop. Throwing open the door, she ran in, not caring about the soot and dirt that now covered the dress.
"Turner!" she yelled. "It's pirates, Mr. Turner! Pirates! They had their flags down but I recognized 'em! Hurry! We've gotta tell someone!"
"Wait a minute, slow down!" a rather filthy Will Turner said, abandoning the sword he had been making. "How did you see this ship, anyway?"
"I've been going down to the docks for a few days now." she said, not caring how mad her father would be when Will told him this. "The point is, there's pirates coming to Port Royal and we have to stop them!"
Throwing on a halfway decent-looking coat, Will followed her outside, and to the docks. Cupping his hands over his eyes, he examined the ship.
"Their flag is down all right!" he said quietly. "I'll go and alert the commodore. You, go home!"
Jade snorted in her distaste of his order, but ran back to the mansion anyway, feeling somewhat safer now that she knew Port Royal wouldn't be pillaged.
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Jade tossed and turned in her bed, clutching her father's necklace like a lifeline to pull her from her wretched dreams. Without the docks to distract her, as she had now been forbidden to return without an escort, her thoughts returned to her father. He always got into some sort of trouble! Always! On more than one occasion, it had been she who had had to break him out of jail. A deafening crash woke her from her slumber! Someone was trying to rob the mansion!
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Elizabeth woke with a start, only to find that Will's place on the bed was empty. Where could he have possibly gone? It was then that she heard the clang of sword against sword at the doorway. She glanced out the window. The rest of Port Royal was peacefully sleeping, unaware of the madness taking place in her house. So, whoever it was was targeting the Turners! Throwing a robe over her silken gown, she grabbed Smiley and William and dashed to Jade's bedroom, to find the girl fully dressed in her pirate's clothes, holding the sword Will had given her a few days ago, that she'd never bothered to touch. Now she stood, sword gleaming in the moonlight, eyes transfixed on the door.
"Go hide, Miss Elizabeth! Dad may not have let me near danger, but I damn well know how to protect someone!"
Maria burst into the room, shutting all the doors and locking them, her face looking as frightened as it had two years ago, when Barbossa had come. She narrowly missed a beheading from a high-strung Jade, who had mistaken her to be a bandit.
Bang!
A shot was fired, and they all heard a scream of pain, Will's scream of pain. Elizabeth gasped, but Maria muffled the sound as best she could.
"Where are all the other servants, Maria?" she whispered.
"Down hiding in the cellar, Miss."
"Why aren't you with them?"
"I'm your personal maid! I couldn't leave you alone!"
Elizabeth smiled, comforted by at Maria's loyalty.
Crash!
The doors splintered as they fell to the floor. Pirates Elizabeth had never seen before burst in, only to be met with Jade's cold blade. One by one, however, they overpowered her, and she fell to the floor, knocked out by a tall gangling man holding shards of a vase. Tossing the valuable aside, he came and grabbed Elizabeth, knocking a screaming Maria aside. The man carried Elizabeth much in the same manner he carried Jade. Like a sack of potatoes, all the way to his ship.
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Will awoke the next morning with a pain in his ribs. Gently, he touched them, only to cry out on pain, where the bullet had just scraped against his skin. That was going to make it hard to walk. Suddenly, he remembered all that had happened the previous night. Two pirates had carried Jade and Elisabeth out, along with the children. He had tried to go after them, but a burly man about twice as strong as he was, had taken advantage and knocked him out. They were gone! He could see through the open doors that the pirates had left. He had to get help! Not the commodore, he wouldn't go after them. But he couldn't do it alone! Will's thoughts immediately flashed to Jack. That old pirate was sure to help him! He had, after all, mentioned to Will exactly which ports and cities he was heading to! Will sat up, panting, his vision blurred through the pain of the shot. He'd never thought anything this awful could ever happen to Port Royal again!
Oh no! Another cliffy!-Talon
But me daughter!!! *tries to attack raven and talon* where be ye takin' her??-Jack
*grins evilly* id don' know Jack, we'll just havta see-Raven
Oh, and thank you for all the reviews everyone! If we can get that many for this chapter, then we will try to write! We promise!-Talon and Raven
DON'T SUE!!-Talon
Hey lookie! We got two chapters up before school!-Raven
Hey, I never got any rum!-Jack
*rolls eyes*-Talon
Chapter4
Of passing days
Two days later, Jade was still moping about the Turner's mansion. She only ate when ordered to, and even then, nibbled. She never came inside, save when she either had to use the bathroom, or was too exhausted to stay out anymore, or when she was downright ordered. There really wasn't any point to it. Each morning, she would get up, Maria would help her get changed, and make-upped (Jade even let the maid give her a corset, figuring that, if she passed out, she might wake up on the Pearl, or her father might come save her from the waters as he had for Elizabeth), then she would nibble at some eggs, and wait outside, always watching the bay. Once, she went with Elizabeth to go drop off some lunch for Will, then went shopping for a bit. Not that it cheered her up any. Eventually, the days started to seem to tick away, though she couldn't decide whether they felt more like eons, for how long away the next one always seemed, or seconds, for how uselessly they were spent, accomplishing little, nothing useful or interesting happening. Soon, she lost count altogether, always watching the ocean. The cold, glassy, uncaring ocean.
After a time, she donned her old clothes (which had been washed spotless, a feat she never would have imagined possible) and climbed a large tree, perfect for climbing, with a magnificent view of the ocean. She took nothing with her, she never did, save for a small linen bag of treasures, carrying her beads and ribbons that had been wrapped up in her hair, her old, tarnished jewelry that Maria had also polished, (the maid woman really loved for everything to be absolutely spotless!)her dagger, the old red kerchief identical to her father's the she used to wear in her hair, her small supply of kohl, and a couple of lucky shells she'd had since she was three. Altogether, she must have looked very odd. A clean young lady, with soft, brushed hair, a linen bag, and a touch of make-up, wearing newly-cleaned, battered, old clothes a pirate or a sailor boy might be caught wearing. She had no idea whether it was the eleventh or eight day gone, but she knew it had been too long. This wasn't the life for her! Not solid, still ground with dresses on stupid wire frames and suffocating corsets! She wanted to be back on the Pearl, away from that charming boy, and all the other girlish things she'd never experienced!
A glint of gold caught her eye on the beach next to the docks. Treasure? Perhaps a doubloon or a ring! No. . . . It was only that stupid necklace. Jade felt a sudden, inexplicable desire to visit the beach. Looking over her shoulder and seeing no one, she slipped out of the branches, pulled out her kerchief, rapped it around her head, and dashed off toward the ocean.
When she'd reached it, the jade-gold necklace had washed up onto the sands, filthy and wet. Gingerly, she cleaned it in the ocean water and held it up close to her face. Again, the designs made her head spin in their complexity. And somehow, she felt again as hopeless and powerless as she had when she'd seen Jack Sparrow's retreating back, leaving her behind. The memories pounded in her head, summoning hot tears, but she fought the urge to throw the necklace back into the churning waters of the sea. Boys, as she was pretending to be one now, did not act so emotional! Hell, she! Jade Sparrow did not act so emotional! Carefully, she stowed the jewelry in her bag and headed quietly back to the Turner residence.
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More days ticked aimlessly by, and Jade visited the docks each and every day. Of course, not always wearing her pirate clothes, as Maria wouldn't permit it, but often in a ridiculously hot dress. Few treasures like the jade necklace, which she wore every day, turned up. But nevertheless, the sound and smell of the ocean comforted her.
It was on one of these expeditions that she saw it. A gargantuan ship, not like anything of the royal navy was out there, heading slowly but surely toward Port Royal. Although the flag was down, she recognized the ship. Enemy pirates. Immediately, she found herself dashing for the blacksmith's shop. Throwing open the door, she ran in, not caring about the soot and dirt that now covered the dress.
"Turner!" she yelled. "It's pirates, Mr. Turner! Pirates! They had their flags down but I recognized 'em! Hurry! We've gotta tell someone!"
"Wait a minute, slow down!" a rather filthy Will Turner said, abandoning the sword he had been making. "How did you see this ship, anyway?"
"I've been going down to the docks for a few days now." she said, not caring how mad her father would be when Will told him this. "The point is, there's pirates coming to Port Royal and we have to stop them!"
Throwing on a halfway decent-looking coat, Will followed her outside, and to the docks. Cupping his hands over his eyes, he examined the ship.
"Their flag is down all right!" he said quietly. "I'll go and alert the commodore. You, go home!"
Jade snorted in her distaste of his order, but ran back to the mansion anyway, feeling somewhat safer now that she knew Port Royal wouldn't be pillaged.
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Jade tossed and turned in her bed, clutching her father's necklace like a lifeline to pull her from her wretched dreams. Without the docks to distract her, as she had now been forbidden to return without an escort, her thoughts returned to her father. He always got into some sort of trouble! Always! On more than one occasion, it had been she who had had to break him out of jail. A deafening crash woke her from her slumber! Someone was trying to rob the mansion!
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Elizabeth woke with a start, only to find that Will's place on the bed was empty. Where could he have possibly gone? It was then that she heard the clang of sword against sword at the doorway. She glanced out the window. The rest of Port Royal was peacefully sleeping, unaware of the madness taking place in her house. So, whoever it was was targeting the Turners! Throwing a robe over her silken gown, she grabbed Smiley and William and dashed to Jade's bedroom, to find the girl fully dressed in her pirate's clothes, holding the sword Will had given her a few days ago, that she'd never bothered to touch. Now she stood, sword gleaming in the moonlight, eyes transfixed on the door.
"Go hide, Miss Elizabeth! Dad may not have let me near danger, but I damn well know how to protect someone!"
Maria burst into the room, shutting all the doors and locking them, her face looking as frightened as it had two years ago, when Barbossa had come. She narrowly missed a beheading from a high-strung Jade, who had mistaken her to be a bandit.
Bang!
A shot was fired, and they all heard a scream of pain, Will's scream of pain. Elizabeth gasped, but Maria muffled the sound as best she could.
"Where are all the other servants, Maria?" she whispered.
"Down hiding in the cellar, Miss."
"Why aren't you with them?"
"I'm your personal maid! I couldn't leave you alone!"
Elizabeth smiled, comforted by at Maria's loyalty.
Crash!
The doors splintered as they fell to the floor. Pirates Elizabeth had never seen before burst in, only to be met with Jade's cold blade. One by one, however, they overpowered her, and she fell to the floor, knocked out by a tall gangling man holding shards of a vase. Tossing the valuable aside, he came and grabbed Elizabeth, knocking a screaming Maria aside. The man carried Elizabeth much in the same manner he carried Jade. Like a sack of potatoes, all the way to his ship.
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Will awoke the next morning with a pain in his ribs. Gently, he touched them, only to cry out on pain, where the bullet had just scraped against his skin. That was going to make it hard to walk. Suddenly, he remembered all that had happened the previous night. Two pirates had carried Jade and Elisabeth out, along with the children. He had tried to go after them, but a burly man about twice as strong as he was, had taken advantage and knocked him out. They were gone! He could see through the open doors that the pirates had left. He had to get help! Not the commodore, he wouldn't go after them. But he couldn't do it alone! Will's thoughts immediately flashed to Jack. That old pirate was sure to help him! He had, after all, mentioned to Will exactly which ports and cities he was heading to! Will sat up, panting, his vision blurred through the pain of the shot. He'd never thought anything this awful could ever happen to Port Royal again!
Oh no! Another cliffy!-Talon
But me daughter!!! *tries to attack raven and talon* where be ye takin' her??-Jack
*grins evilly* id don' know Jack, we'll just havta see-Raven
Oh, and thank you for all the reviews everyone! If we can get that many for this chapter, then we will try to write! We promise!-Talon and Raven