Disclaimer: I don't not own POTC. If I did right now I would be on the
pearl with Cap'n Jack. I also don't own the this story's title.
Emily was running as fast as her legs would carry her. She turned into a dark alley way hoping to lose the men that followed her. As she was running she realized that this was the wrong alley. It was a dead end. She looked around there was no wear to hide. The men stopped running and were walking to her because the realized she was trapped. She turned around and faced the men. She gave up. She had no where to run, no where to hide.
"Ran down a dead end." said the man with a peg leg.
"Yea I kinda figured that one out." she said dryly A man sitting on top of a building looking down into the alley had to fight back a laugh.
"I like 'em with a sense of humor." said the tall man with one eye. Emily was looking at the men. There was three of them. One man was really tall and had one eye, the second was on the short fat side, the third was not to tall not to short but was really fat and had a peg leg. The man with one eye moved forward and said, "Come on ye pretty lil lass... there be no where ta go so come wit us. If you come willingly we may not hurt ye to bad."
"No. I will never surrender to you." She spit out. She looked around and saw a decent sword laying on the ground near her. She took a side step and grabbed it. The men didn't see the sword so it was a surprise that she got it. She held it up to fight them.
The man on the roof thought This should be good to watch. The fat man with the peg leg started to laugh and then said, "the lil lass thinks she can beet us wit a sword."
The man on the shortest man of the three side said, "Lassie ye can never beet us. Put the sword down and come and we will be done wit ye quickly."
Emily shook her head. The shortest man took out the sword. " 'ave it yer way, sugar." They began to attack.
She is pretty good at fencing thought the man on the roof. He watched as she beet the short man. After the man with one eye began to attack. He disarmed her. He grabbed her arm and said, "If ye just camed wit us we'd make this a painless a possibly but now we shall enjoy ourselves." He was pushed her down. Before she could sit up and run the man with one eye was sitting on her legs. He was just about to cut her dress when a man just appeared out of no wear.
"That's not very nice." said the mystery man. The three men and Emily looked up. He also had a sword. Emily thought he looked no older than sixteen.
"Who are ye?" said the man with the peg leg. The Mystery Man laughed.
"Yer worst nightmare." he pointed to Emily. "let 'er go."
"No, I don't think I will." said the man with one eye. He was still on Emily. The mystery man looked thoughtful for a moment then smiled a little smile.
"I'll make a deal wit ye... we'll have a duel. If I win I get the lass. If ye win ye get the lass and can do what ever ye please ta her."
The man with one eye stood up. He grabbed Emily by her arm and dragged her to where the other man were standing. They were whispering something to each other. A minute later the mystery man said, "I think the odds are slightly in yer favor. Do ye agree or not?"
"Yes... yes were agree." said the man with the peg leg. The man with one eye put Emily next to the wall. The short man walked forward with his sword. The mystery man and the short man were battling. Emily finally got a good look at the mystery man. He had brown eyes and was wearing black clothes. He had the start of a black bread. He had black hair. It wasn't to long but it was long enough to be in a little pony tail. He is great at fencing, Emily thought. She sat against the wall praying the mystery man would win. The mystery man beet the short man. Right as the mystery man beet the short man the man with the peg leg jumped in. This battle was short because of the peg leg. Then the man with one eye jumped in. This was harder for the mystery man. He was already tired from the first two battle's. The Mystery man was about to disarm the man with one eye but the man with one eye cut the mystery man's arm. The mystery man inhaled deeply. Emily could tell he was in pain. The mystery man put his sword into his other hand. After a minute or so The mystery man beet the man with one eye. The three men walked away sadly. They underestimated the mystery man.
The mystery man started to walk away. He put his hand over the cut. Emily ran over to him.
"Will you be ok?" she ask standing next to him
"Yeah, I be fine." She shook her head.
"No you won't be. Come with me and let me bathe your wound." He simply nodded. Normally he would not let a lass care for him but he liked being close to this one. They walked silently to her house. She lead him to the barn. She had him lay down in the clean stable without a horse. He was really tired.
"I will be right back." Again he nodded. She returned a few minutes later carrying a blow of warm water, some rags, and Band-Aids. She set these things down and pulled up his sleeve. She put the rags in the water and was washing the wound. Then she wrapped the wound in the gauze Band- Aids. The man looked at his arm then to the lass. For the first time her realized how young she was.
"How old are ye?" he asked
"Thirteen."
"You are so young. How come you know how to do this so well?"
"Well when my mother died... my father became a drunk and I have had to care for myself for the last six years."
"Oh. How did she died?"
"Childbirth."
"I'm sorry." After a minute of silence she disappeared. She came back with blankets and a pillow. She put the pillow under his head and the blankets on him. She made sure he was comfortable then kissed his forehead. The man had a chill go through his body. He smiled and revealed a gold tooth. Emily burned the image in her brain because she wanted to remember forever.
"What was that for?"
"For saving my life." He smiled again then closed his eyes. Sleep took over his body. Emily stayed awake a while watching him sleep. Finally she drifted into sleep also.
She awoke the next morning. The man was gone. There was a note though. It said:
Dearest, Thank ye for caring for me. Me arm is much better. I hope we will meet again in this life time. Stay outta trouble and don't go out late at night again. I never got yer name. Mine is Jack. Thanks again for everything.
Jack
Emily didn't know why she was sad that he was gone but she was. A single tears slide down her check. She went into the house and went into her room. She opened her night table drawer and put the note in the secret compartment.
I hope you like this. Tell me what you think... should I go on or not?
Emily was running as fast as her legs would carry her. She turned into a dark alley way hoping to lose the men that followed her. As she was running she realized that this was the wrong alley. It was a dead end. She looked around there was no wear to hide. The men stopped running and were walking to her because the realized she was trapped. She turned around and faced the men. She gave up. She had no where to run, no where to hide.
"Ran down a dead end." said the man with a peg leg.
"Yea I kinda figured that one out." she said dryly A man sitting on top of a building looking down into the alley had to fight back a laugh.
"I like 'em with a sense of humor." said the tall man with one eye. Emily was looking at the men. There was three of them. One man was really tall and had one eye, the second was on the short fat side, the third was not to tall not to short but was really fat and had a peg leg. The man with one eye moved forward and said, "Come on ye pretty lil lass... there be no where ta go so come wit us. If you come willingly we may not hurt ye to bad."
"No. I will never surrender to you." She spit out. She looked around and saw a decent sword laying on the ground near her. She took a side step and grabbed it. The men didn't see the sword so it was a surprise that she got it. She held it up to fight them.
The man on the roof thought This should be good to watch. The fat man with the peg leg started to laugh and then said, "the lil lass thinks she can beet us wit a sword."
The man on the shortest man of the three side said, "Lassie ye can never beet us. Put the sword down and come and we will be done wit ye quickly."
Emily shook her head. The shortest man took out the sword. " 'ave it yer way, sugar." They began to attack.
She is pretty good at fencing thought the man on the roof. He watched as she beet the short man. After the man with one eye began to attack. He disarmed her. He grabbed her arm and said, "If ye just camed wit us we'd make this a painless a possibly but now we shall enjoy ourselves." He was pushed her down. Before she could sit up and run the man with one eye was sitting on her legs. He was just about to cut her dress when a man just appeared out of no wear.
"That's not very nice." said the mystery man. The three men and Emily looked up. He also had a sword. Emily thought he looked no older than sixteen.
"Who are ye?" said the man with the peg leg. The Mystery Man laughed.
"Yer worst nightmare." he pointed to Emily. "let 'er go."
"No, I don't think I will." said the man with one eye. He was still on Emily. The mystery man looked thoughtful for a moment then smiled a little smile.
"I'll make a deal wit ye... we'll have a duel. If I win I get the lass. If ye win ye get the lass and can do what ever ye please ta her."
The man with one eye stood up. He grabbed Emily by her arm and dragged her to where the other man were standing. They were whispering something to each other. A minute later the mystery man said, "I think the odds are slightly in yer favor. Do ye agree or not?"
"Yes... yes were agree." said the man with the peg leg. The man with one eye put Emily next to the wall. The short man walked forward with his sword. The mystery man and the short man were battling. Emily finally got a good look at the mystery man. He had brown eyes and was wearing black clothes. He had the start of a black bread. He had black hair. It wasn't to long but it was long enough to be in a little pony tail. He is great at fencing, Emily thought. She sat against the wall praying the mystery man would win. The mystery man beet the short man. Right as the mystery man beet the short man the man with the peg leg jumped in. This battle was short because of the peg leg. Then the man with one eye jumped in. This was harder for the mystery man. He was already tired from the first two battle's. The Mystery man was about to disarm the man with one eye but the man with one eye cut the mystery man's arm. The mystery man inhaled deeply. Emily could tell he was in pain. The mystery man put his sword into his other hand. After a minute or so The mystery man beet the man with one eye. The three men walked away sadly. They underestimated the mystery man.
The mystery man started to walk away. He put his hand over the cut. Emily ran over to him.
"Will you be ok?" she ask standing next to him
"Yeah, I be fine." She shook her head.
"No you won't be. Come with me and let me bathe your wound." He simply nodded. Normally he would not let a lass care for him but he liked being close to this one. They walked silently to her house. She lead him to the barn. She had him lay down in the clean stable without a horse. He was really tired.
"I will be right back." Again he nodded. She returned a few minutes later carrying a blow of warm water, some rags, and Band-Aids. She set these things down and pulled up his sleeve. She put the rags in the water and was washing the wound. Then she wrapped the wound in the gauze Band- Aids. The man looked at his arm then to the lass. For the first time her realized how young she was.
"How old are ye?" he asked
"Thirteen."
"You are so young. How come you know how to do this so well?"
"Well when my mother died... my father became a drunk and I have had to care for myself for the last six years."
"Oh. How did she died?"
"Childbirth."
"I'm sorry." After a minute of silence she disappeared. She came back with blankets and a pillow. She put the pillow under his head and the blankets on him. She made sure he was comfortable then kissed his forehead. The man had a chill go through his body. He smiled and revealed a gold tooth. Emily burned the image in her brain because she wanted to remember forever.
"What was that for?"
"For saving my life." He smiled again then closed his eyes. Sleep took over his body. Emily stayed awake a while watching him sleep. Finally she drifted into sleep also.
She awoke the next morning. The man was gone. There was a note though. It said:
Dearest, Thank ye for caring for me. Me arm is much better. I hope we will meet again in this life time. Stay outta trouble and don't go out late at night again. I never got yer name. Mine is Jack. Thanks again for everything.
Jack
Emily didn't know why she was sad that he was gone but she was. A single tears slide down her check. She went into the house and went into her room. She opened her night table drawer and put the note in the secret compartment.
I hope you like this. Tell me what you think... should I go on or not?