Author's Note: Review. Just let me know what you think.
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Chapter 3: Making New Friends
Samantha was shoved down a narrow stairway by the man in the red coat that had suddenly decided she was a pirate. "I'm not a pirate! I swear to you I'm not! If I was a pirate I... I..." She paused for a moment thinking about things a pirate would have, "I would have a sword! Or maybe a gun or something! BUT I DON'T!" She threw her shackled hands in the air to empasize her point. The man paused for a moment, pondering what she said. He actually came close to believing her. He then turned his head and glared at her, eyes narrowing. "I know what you're pullin' and I'm not fallin' for it!" With that, he continued to push her down the stairs.
When she and the man got to the bottom of the stairs she turned around and, having nothing else she could do, elbowed him in the stomach. He wasn't expecting it, of course, because she had been submissive until then so he fell to the ground. She made a mad dash up the stairs but one of the guards above heard the noise and blocked her way out. She quickly turned around but found that way blocked as well by the man she had just elbowed. "This isn't good."
"I was going to put ya in a cell by yourself but now you can have the pleasure of sharin' one with Jack Sparrow. And now you both can enjoy the gallows tomorrow!" The man with the red coat laughed as he took the shackles off her hands and pushed her into a cell. "Wait a second!" She yelled out to him through the bars of the cell. "I'm really not a pirate... And who the hell's Jack Sparrow?!?" It was too late. He had already walked into a room nearby and closed the door.
She walked over to a bench that sat up against the wall and plopped herself down. "Life sucks." She sighed. "How am I going to get myself out of this mess?" She pulled her legs up to her chest and buried her head in her knees.
Unbeknownst to Samantha, a pair of honey colored eyes were watching her from the shadows of the corner of the cell. "It's Captain Jack Sparrow and if you are going to get out of this mess, love, I suggest ya do it quick because now we're both set fer the gallows." His voice was slightly slurred, as if he's had to much to drink, and he seemed quite calm, almost jovial, considering that he was doomed to the noose.
Samantha quickly looked up to see a man sitting on a bench across from her (he had moved from the corner to a sitting position so Samantha could see him). He had a deep tan with eyes almost the same color (like honey, remember?). He had semi-long dark hair. Part of it was in a pony tail at the back of his head and some was in dread locks. The rest just hung loosely around his sharp features. He had a mustache that curled slightly at the ends and and beard that was in two braids. He wore an old, leather tricorn hat that had seen a lot of dirt and filth in its day. And just by looking at the rest of his appearance Samantha could tell he was what everyone here would probably consider a pirate. But he looked oddly familiar. She knew she's seen him somewhere before, but where?
"And what might yer name be, love?" He looked her over and wondered why she was wearing such strange clothes and he also came to the conclusion she wasn't too bad on the eyes either. "Samantha. And why in God's name are you dressed like that?" She had taken the words right out of his mouth. "Is there some kind of costume party I wasn't told about?" She added. "I was about ta ask ya the same question."
Neither of them were talking and Jack wanted to know more about her. "So, why are ya here?" Samantha looked to the ground, as if ashamed. "Because they think I'm a pirate." She looked back up. "Why are you here?"
"Because I am a pirate." He gave a huge smirk that showed some of his gold teeth.
Samantha looked at him with raised eyebrows. But Jack thought that she was a bit skeptical. "Ya don't believe me?" He said in mock hurt. "I do, but-" before she could finsh there was a huge expolsion, like canon fire. Samantha looked up to the barred window that was close to the ceiling. "What the hell was that!?!" She yelled to Jack.
"I know that canon fire." He said in a hushed voice, just loud enough for Samantha to hear him. He jumped up on a bench and looked out the window. "The Pearl."
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I really believe Danielle would have wanted to be in jail with Jack (preferably with Will, but he wasn't in jail) rather than on the Black Pearl with Barbossa. Samantha was making friends with a pirate but Danielle had locked herself in a room below the deck of the Pearl and the only way to get out was through that door. At that moment she really wished that Samantha was there to help her get out of that mess.
She sat on a small cot in the corner of the room contemplating what she would do next. But she was completely at a loss. "Shit! What am I going to do! I can't just sit here forever! Wait, this isn't real. I'm probably just dreaming."
She sighed and leaned back and put her head up against a small round window. She looked out the window and saw that the moon was now covered by a small blanket of clouds. She turned around and as she went to pinch her arm (hoping she would wake up), she realized she couldn't because her arms were still tied together. "Damnit!"
But as she was coming up with her next poorly planned scheme to get out of there she began to feel something tugging on her hair. She tried to ignore it but it got on her nerves very fast. She figured it was just the wind so when she turned around expecting to face only the wind she found herself staring into the beady, dark eyes of that damn monkey who was sitting in the window.
She screamed and the monkey screamed right back. She jumped up and scrambled to the door. She quickly unlocked it and, on impulse, ran up the stairs that she had come down moments before only to find herself back on deck... with the crew.
"Ah, there you are." One man stepped forward to say. He glared at her. He thought she was the strangest looking person in the world. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a bright orange, plain, long sleeve shirt (it almost matched her hair). He decided not to question her about it at the moment although, to him, she looked like a harlot.
The other crew members were out and about lowering some smaller boats into the water and loading the canons. Suddenly, the monkey that had scared the bejesus out of her was running across the deck and then jumped on the man's shoulder. "Thank ye, Jack." He said to the monkey as he patted it on the head. Then Danielle realized the monkey was sent downstairs to drive her out.
She stared at the man for a moment. He had stringy, gray colored hair that fell about an inch below his ears and he was wearing a nice-sized (yet old) hat. He had a beard and you could just barely see his mustache. His face was old and had many wrinkles. And he had what looked to be a scar under his right eye. To sum it all up, he didn't look like a very pleasant guy.
"Barbossa." She mumbled in disbelief. She didn't intend on him hearing that but he did. "So ye've heard of me, eh?" He said with a proud smirk. "Um, yeah. And I know a lot more than your name." Uh oh. Was she coming up with another one of her not-very-good plans? "I, uh, also know what will happen in your future as well as your crew's!" She looked pleased with herself for coming up with such a great idea for not getting killed. Well, at least she thought it was a great idea. She believed that her knowledge of the movie would help her greatly. "Oh really? And what might be happenin' to us on this very fine evenin'?" He said, getting very close to her face. That scared her a bit.
There was a huge explosion and one of the canons from the side of the ship smoked.
"Well," Danielle said with a sheepish look on her face, "I know that you'll get that gold coin tonight that you've been looking for." A grin spread across his face and he said, "And if yer right, then it looks like we won't be killin' ya this evenin'."
Oh no. Is Danielle making friends with the bad guys?
Then Danielle got one of her bad feelings. She knew something bad would come out of this.
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Chapter 3: Making New Friends
Samantha was shoved down a narrow stairway by the man in the red coat that had suddenly decided she was a pirate. "I'm not a pirate! I swear to you I'm not! If I was a pirate I... I..." She paused for a moment thinking about things a pirate would have, "I would have a sword! Or maybe a gun or something! BUT I DON'T!" She threw her shackled hands in the air to empasize her point. The man paused for a moment, pondering what she said. He actually came close to believing her. He then turned his head and glared at her, eyes narrowing. "I know what you're pullin' and I'm not fallin' for it!" With that, he continued to push her down the stairs.
When she and the man got to the bottom of the stairs she turned around and, having nothing else she could do, elbowed him in the stomach. He wasn't expecting it, of course, because she had been submissive until then so he fell to the ground. She made a mad dash up the stairs but one of the guards above heard the noise and blocked her way out. She quickly turned around but found that way blocked as well by the man she had just elbowed. "This isn't good."
"I was going to put ya in a cell by yourself but now you can have the pleasure of sharin' one with Jack Sparrow. And now you both can enjoy the gallows tomorrow!" The man with the red coat laughed as he took the shackles off her hands and pushed her into a cell. "Wait a second!" She yelled out to him through the bars of the cell. "I'm really not a pirate... And who the hell's Jack Sparrow?!?" It was too late. He had already walked into a room nearby and closed the door.
She walked over to a bench that sat up against the wall and plopped herself down. "Life sucks." She sighed. "How am I going to get myself out of this mess?" She pulled her legs up to her chest and buried her head in her knees.
Unbeknownst to Samantha, a pair of honey colored eyes were watching her from the shadows of the corner of the cell. "It's Captain Jack Sparrow and if you are going to get out of this mess, love, I suggest ya do it quick because now we're both set fer the gallows." His voice was slightly slurred, as if he's had to much to drink, and he seemed quite calm, almost jovial, considering that he was doomed to the noose.
Samantha quickly looked up to see a man sitting on a bench across from her (he had moved from the corner to a sitting position so Samantha could see him). He had a deep tan with eyes almost the same color (like honey, remember?). He had semi-long dark hair. Part of it was in a pony tail at the back of his head and some was in dread locks. The rest just hung loosely around his sharp features. He had a mustache that curled slightly at the ends and and beard that was in two braids. He wore an old, leather tricorn hat that had seen a lot of dirt and filth in its day. And just by looking at the rest of his appearance Samantha could tell he was what everyone here would probably consider a pirate. But he looked oddly familiar. She knew she's seen him somewhere before, but where?
"And what might yer name be, love?" He looked her over and wondered why she was wearing such strange clothes and he also came to the conclusion she wasn't too bad on the eyes either. "Samantha. And why in God's name are you dressed like that?" She had taken the words right out of his mouth. "Is there some kind of costume party I wasn't told about?" She added. "I was about ta ask ya the same question."
Neither of them were talking and Jack wanted to know more about her. "So, why are ya here?" Samantha looked to the ground, as if ashamed. "Because they think I'm a pirate." She looked back up. "Why are you here?"
"Because I am a pirate." He gave a huge smirk that showed some of his gold teeth.
Samantha looked at him with raised eyebrows. But Jack thought that she was a bit skeptical. "Ya don't believe me?" He said in mock hurt. "I do, but-" before she could finsh there was a huge expolsion, like canon fire. Samantha looked up to the barred window that was close to the ceiling. "What the hell was that!?!" She yelled to Jack.
"I know that canon fire." He said in a hushed voice, just loud enough for Samantha to hear him. He jumped up on a bench and looked out the window. "The Pearl."
***
I really believe Danielle would have wanted to be in jail with Jack (preferably with Will, but he wasn't in jail) rather than on the Black Pearl with Barbossa. Samantha was making friends with a pirate but Danielle had locked herself in a room below the deck of the Pearl and the only way to get out was through that door. At that moment she really wished that Samantha was there to help her get out of that mess.
She sat on a small cot in the corner of the room contemplating what she would do next. But she was completely at a loss. "Shit! What am I going to do! I can't just sit here forever! Wait, this isn't real. I'm probably just dreaming."
She sighed and leaned back and put her head up against a small round window. She looked out the window and saw that the moon was now covered by a small blanket of clouds. She turned around and as she went to pinch her arm (hoping she would wake up), she realized she couldn't because her arms were still tied together. "Damnit!"
But as she was coming up with her next poorly planned scheme to get out of there she began to feel something tugging on her hair. She tried to ignore it but it got on her nerves very fast. She figured it was just the wind so when she turned around expecting to face only the wind she found herself staring into the beady, dark eyes of that damn monkey who was sitting in the window.
She screamed and the monkey screamed right back. She jumped up and scrambled to the door. She quickly unlocked it and, on impulse, ran up the stairs that she had come down moments before only to find herself back on deck... with the crew.
"Ah, there you are." One man stepped forward to say. He glared at her. He thought she was the strangest looking person in the world. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a bright orange, plain, long sleeve shirt (it almost matched her hair). He decided not to question her about it at the moment although, to him, she looked like a harlot.
The other crew members were out and about lowering some smaller boats into the water and loading the canons. Suddenly, the monkey that had scared the bejesus out of her was running across the deck and then jumped on the man's shoulder. "Thank ye, Jack." He said to the monkey as he patted it on the head. Then Danielle realized the monkey was sent downstairs to drive her out.
She stared at the man for a moment. He had stringy, gray colored hair that fell about an inch below his ears and he was wearing a nice-sized (yet old) hat. He had a beard and you could just barely see his mustache. His face was old and had many wrinkles. And he had what looked to be a scar under his right eye. To sum it all up, he didn't look like a very pleasant guy.
"Barbossa." She mumbled in disbelief. She didn't intend on him hearing that but he did. "So ye've heard of me, eh?" He said with a proud smirk. "Um, yeah. And I know a lot more than your name." Uh oh. Was she coming up with another one of her not-very-good plans? "I, uh, also know what will happen in your future as well as your crew's!" She looked pleased with herself for coming up with such a great idea for not getting killed. Well, at least she thought it was a great idea. She believed that her knowledge of the movie would help her greatly. "Oh really? And what might be happenin' to us on this very fine evenin'?" He said, getting very close to her face. That scared her a bit.
There was a huge explosion and one of the canons from the side of the ship smoked.
"Well," Danielle said with a sheepish look on her face, "I know that you'll get that gold coin tonight that you've been looking for." A grin spread across his face and he said, "And if yer right, then it looks like we won't be killin' ya this evenin'."
Oh no. Is Danielle making friends with the bad guys?
Then Danielle got one of her bad feelings. She knew something bad would come out of this.
