Chapter 12
Plans and dances.
Once again, Hi people!! We had to re-load our story onto fanfiction, so we lost a lot of reviewers, and we need more. - Raven Yeah! So just go tell everyone about the story!! - Talon Sooo, to all those who DID review, I'm glad you liked it, and suggestions please. We need someone to tell us what we're doing wrong! (pleasenotaflameplease) - Raven
Jade's eyes widened and she dropped the plate. It fell to the deck with a clang as food spilled across the deck. They were surrounded by twenty pirates, give or take a few gallows-birds. They were trapped. Retaining as much dignity as she could muster, she whirled around and stared Barbossa straight in the eye.
"No." she said icily. "It would not be a fine night for a dance."
"That's too bad." he sighed, pulling a chain from his pocket. "Because my men like to 'dance' with women who are willing."
"This is Barbossa." David murmured. "I never saw him face to face." Then, David said something both very brave, and very stupid. "You were never dead! You aren't as powerful as you say you are!"
"Icksnay on the eadday!" Jade hissed. To add insult to injury, David went on.
"You clutch your chest when nobody's watching, and you wheeze when you talk. If you'd been brought back from the dead like your toady said, you wouldn't do that."
Barbossa leaned down to stare him in the eye.
"THen what do you suppose happened, lad?" he said mockingly.
"Somone came back for you." Jade said suddenly. "I've heard the story a million times meself! Me dad shot you, and after 'e left, someone came back an' saved you."
"You're smart." Barbossa chuckled. "But that won't last long. See, you can' do what I say you can't." he jiggled the bead, and Jade stood rigid as a board. "Boys!" he bellowed. "Have yerselves some fun!"
"Jade!" David cried, but he was knocked aside by the pirates. He watched in horror as they swung her about like a rag doll. One man started playing a pennywhistle and soon the pirates were whooping and hollering. They took turns dancing around with her, spitting on her shoes and lauhing:
"Daughter of the famous Jack Sparrow!"
"Not so proud anymore, is she?"
"Leave her alone!" David yelled, pushing his way into the crowd. The men laughed and threw him aside.
"Want a bit 'o fun yerself, eh lad?" a short, stubby man laughed. "Ye'll 'ave to wait in line!"
Jade nearly screamed, but she couldn't. Her throat had stopped. She nearly choked when a man grabbed her roughly by the waist, and cried 'Ne'er gonna find a mate, this'un. She's a boy hip-up!" And to prove his point, he nearly ripped open her shirt, but Barbossa yelled "Leave it there, we don' wanna see that." Perhaps the most merciful thing the wretched fraud of a captain did was to warn them to leave her virginity, whether or not she would have a wedding day.
Ne'er gonna find a mate, thisun! The pirate's words echoed in her head. He was right. Even if she survived this, even if her father stopped being so protective, she would never, ever get married. Inwardly, she cursed. She cursed Barbossa, the Rosy Serpent, Barbossa, these pirates, Caroline Ramose, Barbossa, and all things of the sort. She tried to reach for her sword, which lay amidst the mess of spilled food, but it was like trying to move underwater wearing a corset. Each time she opposed Barbossa's hold, pain and nausea swept across her and her neck burned.
"Now, aren't you a fine lady?" growled an African man with dreadlocks and tattoos covering his bare arms. Jade tried to struggle, but t the outside world she hung limp in the man's arms. He smiled and grabbed her by the arms, swinging her like an old rag. She supposed that was his idea of dancing.
Daddy. She thought desperately. Where are you, Daddy, I need you now! Please be alright.
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Jack was hungover. It was best for him to accept it and get on with his life, but he didn't. Anamaria had splinted his gashed leg and broken arm, so that didn't quite help his situation because it was hard for him to do much of anything. Except drink, of course. The best way to cure hangover was more alcohol. It was better than watching Will move freely around, now that he needed no more need of the crutch he had given to Jack. So, Jack sat in his cabin. To all the world, he was so drunk he was unconscious. But that wasn't possible, because it took at least four bottles of rum, three of ale, and six of wine to do that to him. To any crew member who knew him, he was thinking. According to Mr. Cotton, the Rosy Serpent wasn't too far ahead. Jack's compass agreed. So, he was sitting in his room, planning.
When he had come up with a reasonably good one that wouldn't get them all killed, he left his room. It had been two days now since he had left the island, and Sam was far from pleasant. His leg was nearly healed though (thanks to all the rum), so moving was fairly easy. But Sam, of course, had to get in his face.
"Were you in your cabin sleeping and getting drunk again?" he demanded.
"No." Jack corrected, trying to get around him. "I was in my cabin planning and drinking again. There's quite a difference." Sam barred his way. Jack groaned and massaged his eyes. "Boy, get out of my way or I'll toss you on one of those godforsaken spits of land, I swear there're plenty."
Sam scowled and inched off to the right. Jack shoved him as he made his way up to the whel, where Anamaria was in charge.
"How far?" he asked, staring at the horizon. Anamaria glared at him.
"I don't know." she said. "Two days, maybe three. Check your compass."
"DO we have enough supplies?" he asked, ignoring her last statement.
"Enough for another two weeks, if we don't bring on any more passengers. It would take of a roughly a day per new one."
This time, Jack did pull out his compass.
"We're definitely catching up!" he said. Anamaria glanced at him.
"Don't do anything daft!" she snapped. "You always do something daft, like not bothering to tie yourself down during a storm, and now look! I care about Jade too, but if she loses a father in the process. . ."
"If she loses me she'll get the Pearl, so all works out." Jack replied casually. Anamaria's glare went from 'shut-up' mode to 'cut-glass' mode in three seconds.
"You never cared whether or not you actually died, so long as she's safe. Well, consider her feelings, Jack. She's yer daughter, you can't abandon her." Jack glanced back at her.
"Don't worry." he assured her. "I don't plan to." She cocked an eyebrow. "Honestly. Because I'm planning on having a plan, so I can plan to save her, savvy?"
Ana only rolled her eyes.
"Will's down in the galley, he has a plan too, so you'd best check up on him. And that Sam boy, tell 'im ta put a boot p his arse or in his mouth, so long as he quits complainin'."
"Will do."
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"Elisabeth." Will said, pulling her into a warm embrace.
"Oh, Will." she said softly. "I had the most awful dream. Barbossa came back and he kidnapped me and the children, and Jade. . ."
Suddenly, Will wasn't Will. He was a rotting, cursed pirate with a knife.
"'ello poppit." he said. "Why don't you gimme another smooch?"
"No!" Elisabeth cried loudly, jerking awake. She was in a cabin, with both her children in her arms. Shakily, she hugged them close, fighting tears. David and Jade were gone. Probably to use the privy, though what could possess them to wander off onto that ship was beyond her. However, so long as they were gone for now . . .
She unbuttoned her gown and gathered her children into her arms. At least now she could feed them without the fear of being too revealing in front of anyone, especially two barely-teenagers.
For about ten minutes, the twins fed, until at last they curled up in her arms and went back to sleep. Elisabeth buttoned her shirt again and glanced at the door. They had been gone a long time. Suspicious, she laid William and Emily down and ventured out, only to watch in horror what the pirates were doing to Jade. David tried again and again to stop them, but was beaten each time to the point of unconsciousness.
"Stop Barbossa!" Elisabeth cried. The captain turned and glared at her. Elisabeth stared him down. "So now you're picking on children? Leave her alone. Just because they decided to leave your unlocked cabin is no reason to treat her like a. . . like a rag doll!"
"And why does it concern you?" he demanded, grinning like the oaf he was.
"Go eat an apple." she spat.
"I've had plenty, thank you." he laughed. "And I enjoyed every one of them! I suppose you're right. This isn't quite as much fun anymore." he snapped his fingers and the men grudgingly released her. Jade staggered for a moment, then spat at Barbossa's feet.
"Shine your shoes with it." she growled, retrieving her sword. She didn't swing it, though. Clearly, she hadn't the energy. Her eyes were red and her face pale. "You're nothing but a fraud, a mutineer, and the innermost circle of hell will be reserved for you." Retaining her dignity, she walked elegantly back to the cabin, followed by a battered David, who mouthed 'thank you', to Elisabeth. When he did so, she felt a familiar sense, as though she'd seen it before. She'd worry about that later. Angrily, she turned back to Barbossa.
"I'd be going back to my cabin if I were you, Miss Turner."
"Go back to hell." she snapped. "You'd feel much more at home there." Then she, too, turned back to the cabin. Barbossa pretended to have more dignity now, but he was clearly more despicable than ever before.
Ok, I know, short, but we could use advice from our reviewers, pretty please.-Talon
*hinthint* oh, and by the way, Like we said before, do all that it takes to get people to read this story.-Raven
R&R
Plans and dances.
Once again, Hi people!! We had to re-load our story onto fanfiction, so we lost a lot of reviewers, and we need more. - Raven Yeah! So just go tell everyone about the story!! - Talon Sooo, to all those who DID review, I'm glad you liked it, and suggestions please. We need someone to tell us what we're doing wrong! (pleasenotaflameplease) - Raven
Jade's eyes widened and she dropped the plate. It fell to the deck with a clang as food spilled across the deck. They were surrounded by twenty pirates, give or take a few gallows-birds. They were trapped. Retaining as much dignity as she could muster, she whirled around and stared Barbossa straight in the eye.
"No." she said icily. "It would not be a fine night for a dance."
"That's too bad." he sighed, pulling a chain from his pocket. "Because my men like to 'dance' with women who are willing."
"This is Barbossa." David murmured. "I never saw him face to face." Then, David said something both very brave, and very stupid. "You were never dead! You aren't as powerful as you say you are!"
"Icksnay on the eadday!" Jade hissed. To add insult to injury, David went on.
"You clutch your chest when nobody's watching, and you wheeze when you talk. If you'd been brought back from the dead like your toady said, you wouldn't do that."
Barbossa leaned down to stare him in the eye.
"THen what do you suppose happened, lad?" he said mockingly.
"Somone came back for you." Jade said suddenly. "I've heard the story a million times meself! Me dad shot you, and after 'e left, someone came back an' saved you."
"You're smart." Barbossa chuckled. "But that won't last long. See, you can' do what I say you can't." he jiggled the bead, and Jade stood rigid as a board. "Boys!" he bellowed. "Have yerselves some fun!"
"Jade!" David cried, but he was knocked aside by the pirates. He watched in horror as they swung her about like a rag doll. One man started playing a pennywhistle and soon the pirates were whooping and hollering. They took turns dancing around with her, spitting on her shoes and lauhing:
"Daughter of the famous Jack Sparrow!"
"Not so proud anymore, is she?"
"Leave her alone!" David yelled, pushing his way into the crowd. The men laughed and threw him aside.
"Want a bit 'o fun yerself, eh lad?" a short, stubby man laughed. "Ye'll 'ave to wait in line!"
Jade nearly screamed, but she couldn't. Her throat had stopped. She nearly choked when a man grabbed her roughly by the waist, and cried 'Ne'er gonna find a mate, this'un. She's a boy hip-up!" And to prove his point, he nearly ripped open her shirt, but Barbossa yelled "Leave it there, we don' wanna see that." Perhaps the most merciful thing the wretched fraud of a captain did was to warn them to leave her virginity, whether or not she would have a wedding day.
Ne'er gonna find a mate, thisun! The pirate's words echoed in her head. He was right. Even if she survived this, even if her father stopped being so protective, she would never, ever get married. Inwardly, she cursed. She cursed Barbossa, the Rosy Serpent, Barbossa, these pirates, Caroline Ramose, Barbossa, and all things of the sort. She tried to reach for her sword, which lay amidst the mess of spilled food, but it was like trying to move underwater wearing a corset. Each time she opposed Barbossa's hold, pain and nausea swept across her and her neck burned.
"Now, aren't you a fine lady?" growled an African man with dreadlocks and tattoos covering his bare arms. Jade tried to struggle, but t the outside world she hung limp in the man's arms. He smiled and grabbed her by the arms, swinging her like an old rag. She supposed that was his idea of dancing.
Daddy. She thought desperately. Where are you, Daddy, I need you now! Please be alright.
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Jack was hungover. It was best for him to accept it and get on with his life, but he didn't. Anamaria had splinted his gashed leg and broken arm, so that didn't quite help his situation because it was hard for him to do much of anything. Except drink, of course. The best way to cure hangover was more alcohol. It was better than watching Will move freely around, now that he needed no more need of the crutch he had given to Jack. So, Jack sat in his cabin. To all the world, he was so drunk he was unconscious. But that wasn't possible, because it took at least four bottles of rum, three of ale, and six of wine to do that to him. To any crew member who knew him, he was thinking. According to Mr. Cotton, the Rosy Serpent wasn't too far ahead. Jack's compass agreed. So, he was sitting in his room, planning.
When he had come up with a reasonably good one that wouldn't get them all killed, he left his room. It had been two days now since he had left the island, and Sam was far from pleasant. His leg was nearly healed though (thanks to all the rum), so moving was fairly easy. But Sam, of course, had to get in his face.
"Were you in your cabin sleeping and getting drunk again?" he demanded.
"No." Jack corrected, trying to get around him. "I was in my cabin planning and drinking again. There's quite a difference." Sam barred his way. Jack groaned and massaged his eyes. "Boy, get out of my way or I'll toss you on one of those godforsaken spits of land, I swear there're plenty."
Sam scowled and inched off to the right. Jack shoved him as he made his way up to the whel, where Anamaria was in charge.
"How far?" he asked, staring at the horizon. Anamaria glared at him.
"I don't know." she said. "Two days, maybe three. Check your compass."
"DO we have enough supplies?" he asked, ignoring her last statement.
"Enough for another two weeks, if we don't bring on any more passengers. It would take of a roughly a day per new one."
This time, Jack did pull out his compass.
"We're definitely catching up!" he said. Anamaria glanced at him.
"Don't do anything daft!" she snapped. "You always do something daft, like not bothering to tie yourself down during a storm, and now look! I care about Jade too, but if she loses a father in the process. . ."
"If she loses me she'll get the Pearl, so all works out." Jack replied casually. Anamaria's glare went from 'shut-up' mode to 'cut-glass' mode in three seconds.
"You never cared whether or not you actually died, so long as she's safe. Well, consider her feelings, Jack. She's yer daughter, you can't abandon her." Jack glanced back at her.
"Don't worry." he assured her. "I don't plan to." She cocked an eyebrow. "Honestly. Because I'm planning on having a plan, so I can plan to save her, savvy?"
Ana only rolled her eyes.
"Will's down in the galley, he has a plan too, so you'd best check up on him. And that Sam boy, tell 'im ta put a boot p his arse or in his mouth, so long as he quits complainin'."
"Will do."
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"Elisabeth." Will said, pulling her into a warm embrace.
"Oh, Will." she said softly. "I had the most awful dream. Barbossa came back and he kidnapped me and the children, and Jade. . ."
Suddenly, Will wasn't Will. He was a rotting, cursed pirate with a knife.
"'ello poppit." he said. "Why don't you gimme another smooch?"
"No!" Elisabeth cried loudly, jerking awake. She was in a cabin, with both her children in her arms. Shakily, she hugged them close, fighting tears. David and Jade were gone. Probably to use the privy, though what could possess them to wander off onto that ship was beyond her. However, so long as they were gone for now . . .
She unbuttoned her gown and gathered her children into her arms. At least now she could feed them without the fear of being too revealing in front of anyone, especially two barely-teenagers.
For about ten minutes, the twins fed, until at last they curled up in her arms and went back to sleep. Elisabeth buttoned her shirt again and glanced at the door. They had been gone a long time. Suspicious, she laid William and Emily down and ventured out, only to watch in horror what the pirates were doing to Jade. David tried again and again to stop them, but was beaten each time to the point of unconsciousness.
"Stop Barbossa!" Elisabeth cried. The captain turned and glared at her. Elisabeth stared him down. "So now you're picking on children? Leave her alone. Just because they decided to leave your unlocked cabin is no reason to treat her like a. . . like a rag doll!"
"And why does it concern you?" he demanded, grinning like the oaf he was.
"Go eat an apple." she spat.
"I've had plenty, thank you." he laughed. "And I enjoyed every one of them! I suppose you're right. This isn't quite as much fun anymore." he snapped his fingers and the men grudgingly released her. Jade staggered for a moment, then spat at Barbossa's feet.
"Shine your shoes with it." she growled, retrieving her sword. She didn't swing it, though. Clearly, she hadn't the energy. Her eyes were red and her face pale. "You're nothing but a fraud, a mutineer, and the innermost circle of hell will be reserved for you." Retaining her dignity, she walked elegantly back to the cabin, followed by a battered David, who mouthed 'thank you', to Elisabeth. When he did so, she felt a familiar sense, as though she'd seen it before. She'd worry about that later. Angrily, she turned back to Barbossa.
"I'd be going back to my cabin if I were you, Miss Turner."
"Go back to hell." she snapped. "You'd feel much more at home there." Then she, too, turned back to the cabin. Barbossa pretended to have more dignity now, but he was clearly more despicable than ever before.
Ok, I know, short, but we could use advice from our reviewers, pretty please.-Talon
*hinthint* oh, and by the way, Like we said before, do all that it takes to get people to read this story.-Raven
R&R