Disclaimer: Is it really necessary?? Come on now…do you think if I owned any percentage of that movie that I would be doing this?!!!! I'd be sitting on a cruise in the Caribbean writing the script for the second movie right now!!
Chapter 12
John Helsing stumbled slightly as he went to check the various cellmates. The girl had given up her yelling for the night so it was unnecessary to risk going to check on her and have her start up all over again. He and his fellow red coats had started a game of cards and John was up three shillings from what he started with. It seemed as if lady luck, in her wild and unpredictable ways, had decided it was his turn to be her lover. It made him sneer with annoyance that it was his turn to see about the inmates. It wouldn't make a difference; he would soon be back and continue his winning streak. He looked down one of the corridors and followed his own gaze walking briskly to make sure all was as well as they could be. All were still alive and none were trying to escape, that was all he needed for reassurance to continue on his walk. He exited out of that corridor and made his way to where the isolated soldier, Timothy, was locked up by Lieutenant Adolphus' orders. He entered the hallway Timothy was in, and found that, as usual, it was quite. He looked around and found nothing out of ordinary. He proceeded to Timothy' cell just to make sure the young man hadn't attempted to end his life before Adolphus got the chance to do it for him. He stood in front of the cell and saw Timothy lying on the straw bed that was provided.
"You still alive in there?" Helsing called to Timothy. Timothy didn't move nor gave an answer.
"Hey…" Helsing knocked the bars with the palm of his hand, becoming annoyed with the delay.
No answer, no movement.
"Don't make me come in there, just move or something so I know your still breathing." Helsing banged the bars again.
No response.
"Fine…but I'll inform the Lieutenant of this. He said to say something if you gave any trouble." Helsing muttered as he pulled out his keys and unlocked the barred door to the cell. He took a few steps forward, but stopped as a sharp blow came to the top of his head and in the time a thought is formed, the pain burned white in his head as his hands shot up to defend himself. He let out a howl of pain and felt the blood flowing from the split in his head as he spun around to face his attackers.
"Back of the head! I said hit him in the back of the head!" Jack roared at Jeanette who held the cane in both her hands above in front of her.
"Excuse me, I was just hitting him. I didn't know there was an art to it." Jeanette snapped back. The soldier she had hit stood gripping his head as the room began to spin around him. Two people in front of him became four as stars bright and flashing began to take over his vision.
"I knew I should've done it, but ye whined too much," Jack muttered.
"I just wanted to get him back after all those dirty looks he always gave me." Jeanette said. Timothy jumped up from the straw bed just as the soldier made a guttural sound before stumbling towards his attacker, as she and the pirate argued. Helsing grabbed at Jeanette just as she looked ready to swing at Jack. Timothy moved to prevent this, but was beaten when Jack swung a punch that connected with the soldiers jaw. This time he went down and didn't get up. Running feet could be heard now racing towards them and shouting occurred. Jack dropped to his knee and unsheathed the short sword that was at the soldiers side, as he stood he quickly pulled the dagger from its hidden place and moved out of the cell.
"Come on…we're goin' te have company." Timothy watched this and for the first time really looked at Jack.
"You're dressed in…woman's clothing…" Timothy stated in awe.
"It's 'er fault!" Jack exclaimed, pointing the dagger at Jeanette.
"A pirate…in women's clothing…Jack Sparrow…"Timothy said. Despite the present danger they were about to be in, he couldn't help but crack a grin. Before Jack could say anything in retort two guards turned into the corridor and saw the two convicts and a hooded stranger standing outside the cell.
"Don't move!" One of the guards shouted, pulling out a short sword and charging towards the stranger with a sword. It seemed awkward that the stranger looked to be a woman, but was the one who possessed the weapon.
"Put the sword down woman!" The second guard shouted as they approached the small group. Without a word the hooded woman charged at them with sword and dagger in hand. The guards stopped, a bit put off that the woman was on the offensive, but self preservation reared its head and they placed their swords up in defense. Iron clashing with iron broke the silence as Jack quickly side stepped and sliced his dagger into one of the soldier's legs. The soldier let out a scream of pain and fell to a knee while the other struck forward aiming for Jack's torso. Jack stepped back and blocked, before parrying two quick strokes and striking the second guard on the arm of which he was using his sword. Timothy rushed up beside Jack and tackled the first guard before he could try to strike Jack. Timothy struck the guard in the face and grabbed the short sword from his grasp. Jack picked up the second guard's dropped sword as he held his arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
"Get in the cell!" Timothy said as he pushed the two wounded guards into another open cell before closing and locking the door. More shouting came from the hall.
"More are coming!" Timothy stated anxiously.
"How could a woman know how to do that?!" One of the guards asked breathlessly clutching his leg.
"Because she really wishes she was a man, but is otherwise incapable of being one." Jeanette said.
"I am a man!" Jack exclaimed, grunting as if to prove his point.
"See, she's very confused in the mind." Jeanette smirked.
"I hate to break this up, but we should be going!" Timothy said. "We shall deal with Jack's choice of gender later."
"Jacky…" Jeanette offered to the soldiers.
"Make yer self useful and take this!" Jack said angrily throwing one of the swords at her. She fumbled to catch it without cutting herself. Once again Jack was amazed at the words coming out of her mouth. Before she could start cursing him he took off and headed for the hallway opening followed by Timothy who stayed close to Jeanette.
"I don't know how to properly use this thing!" Jeanette said.
"Learn. Quickly…"Jack shouted back as he fought a new guard that presented himself. In a blink of an eye three more guards were upon Jack forcing him back into the cramped hall with the cells. Timothy rushed forward to help Jack fight off the guards. Neither wanted to kill any of them, but the red coats were making that a difficult task. The two locked up men cheered on their comrades trying futility to forget about their minor wounds.
One of the men slipped past Jack and Timothy and stepped towards Jeanette. Jeanette watched with fear as the man approached.
"Come here you wench!" He growled as he approached her with his arm outstretched to grab her. Jeanette, using both hands, swung the sword wildly just missing contact with the soldier's arm as he retracted it from her reach. As her momentum kept her moving the soldier made his move and grabbed her shoulder, but before he could get a good grip she twisted out of his grasp and brought the hilt of the sword to the back of his head. He let out a grunt and stumbled forward dazed before hitting the floor.
"Don't call me a wench!" Jeanette hissed at the man. She saw out of the corner of her eye the soldier that Jack had punched was slowly getting up in the cell. There were too many soldiers for her liking, but she couldn't help feeling somewhat victorious. "I did it! I hit him!"
"That's wonderful love…now try helping over here!" Jack gritted out as he continued to block sword strike after sword strike.
"Don't call me love! How many times do I have to tell you that!" Jeanette snapped as she headed towards Jack where he was being forced back by two soldiers. Jeanette rushed up and did what had worked for her before…she used both arms and swung the sword unaware of where her aim was taking her. Jack had only a split second to duck as the sword went whizzing by his head and clanged into the bars of a cell.
"What the hell are ye trying to do!!!" Jack exclaimed as he brought up his sword to block the two coming down at him. He pushed with all his might at the swords putting the soldiers slightly off balance. He then swiped his sword low cutting into the two soldier's calves and watched them collapse. "Are you trying to kill me?!" Jack yelled as he jumped up and starred at Jeanette from under the hood.
"Well…the thought had crossed my mind…" Jeanette said sheepishly looking at him before looking down at the blood seeping from the legs of the soldiers as they cried out in pain. Jack watched as her face slightly pale at the sight. The last soldier standing who was fighting Timothy thought better of sticking around and ran out shouting for reinforcements. Jack muttered curses that only a pirate could as he stepped on one the soldier's arms and pulled the sword from his grasp. Timothy looked back and saw the red coat Jeanette had hit was in the process of releasing the soldiers from the cells.
"Let's go…"Timothy said before rushing out and leading the way to the exit.
"Come on, now isn't the time to be getting' sick." Jack said before grabbing her arm and pulling her out of the hallway leaving behind the sound of yelling and moaning. At an intersection Timothy turned around a corner that led away from the entrance.
"We need to go that way." Jack said before Jeanette pulled her arm from his grasp.
"There is an exit this way. It will be safer than going out the front." Timothy said.
"I like that idea mate," Jack nodded and followed him. The adrenaline was still flowing as they reached a back door without anymore interference. Timothy opened the door slowly to make sure there wasn't anyone waiting for them on the other side. The night was cool and Timothy welcomed the breeze that blew in his face. He stepped out silently and allowed Jack and Jeanette to follow.
"Let's not go through that again, savvy?" Jack let out a deep breath he had been holding.
"It's your fault we were in there in the first place," Jeanette muttered.
"How's 'at!" Jack asked. "Ye sure did make it easy enough for them to take you here."
"I swear men have no brains." Jeanette shook her head. Timothy watched with a frown before deciding to step in. "Look I appreciate your coming to help me Mr. Sparrow-"
"Captain Sparrow…or Jack if ye must," Jack corrected.
"Jack…you have no idea how grateful I am for saving me, but it would all seem a waste if we don't get away from here. Is there some place you were planning to go after this?" Timothy said.
"I may have saved ye lad, but there is still a lot I'll be needin' te know about you." Jack said.
"All can be explained, just later," Timothy lowered his voice and looked around worriedly.
"Let us go back and get our things. Jack and I were going to be leaving here anyway…"Jeanette said, looking directly at Timothy.
"Sounds better than staying here," Timothy smiled a bit to try and lighten the mood. They silently moved away into the shadows of the night thankful once again for their narrow escape. Despite all that Jack Sparrow had been through in his life, lady luck had always favored him…and this time was no exception.
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Ok, I'm terribly sorry about how long this took…I know, I know…mean author, but don't blame me!!! Blame muses and their stubbornness. ::Glares angrily at muses who are laughing hysterically :: They weren't very nice this time around and it seemed difficult to make it through this chapter. But anyway…on to bigger and better things, right Jack?
Jack: "I'm still in women's clothes…" ::Frowning as he chugs rum::
I guess he's not in a good mood. Perhaps he is mad at muses as well. Anyway I just want to say thanks again to my wonderful readers and reviewers!!!! Thank you Cassie for your encouragement!! It was much appreciated. And of course special thanks to Jackfan2 (Demon cow…hehehehe…sorry couldn't help it) and Satiana, my abusi-I mean loving, caring roomie. ;o) (Just kidding, no physical harm has been done as of yet lol) During the process of writing this Chapter I happily found a website that is most helpful in writing a POTC fanfin. It was created especially for POTC fanfic writers and has a bunch of resources for any who choose to venture through it. Check it out if yer a writer of POTC or just curious. It has some interesting facts about real life pirates and more! (Note: I tried putting the link on here but for some reason it isn't showing up on ff.net, so if you would like the link just email me or review and I'll send it to you.) Well, I must leave ye fer now! Take care and God bless until next time. :o)