Author's Note: Thank to all who have reviewed my story! I love you all
and there will be more thank you's as the story goes on! And I'd like to
appologize for the VERY slow updates. I have just been loaded down with a
lot of homework and projects to do so I'll try to update when I can. Oh,
and review... :-)
P.S. Thank you to SoccerGurl703 for giving me the motivation that I needed!
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Chapter 8: Conversations, Arguments, and Threats
Samantha had been laying on the deck of the Interceptor for a while now. She just... laid there. It was so hot that even sitting up was a chore, so, she didn't. She stared up at the blue sky and listened to the waves slapping up against the side of the ship. You could say she was content at the moment.
"Why are you just laying there, Miss Samantha?"
Samantha jerked herself upright so fast she almost got whiplash. She didn't hear anyone walking towards her so she didn't expect anyone to talk to her, not that there was much of 'anyone' on the ship.
"Hi, Will. And call me Sammi." Samantha said looking at Will who was crouching down next to her. "And I was lying here because I'm bored and hot."
"Alright... Sammi."
"I call 'er Sammi too!" Yelled a voice from the wheel of the ship. It was Jack. He waved to them as they looked over at him.
"How did he hear you?" Samantha said to Will as they both stood up (Samantha didn't want to get up, though). Will shrugged
Suddenly, Jack ran from the wheel of the ship and darted below deck. Samantha and Will just stared at where his form had disappeared to.
"Um, should he just be leaving the wheel of the ship like that?" Samantha asked Will. Once more, he shrugged.
Samantha liked Will. No, not in THAT way, but she found him to be a decent man with a good heart. She wanted to know more about Will so she decided to start a conversation with him. "So," Samantha started to say as she sat next to Will while he began to sharpen his sword, "why do you live in Port Royal?" She was pretty sure that was the name of the port she was just at. She should've known anyway because she saw the movie. Oh, wait, that's right, she tried to sleep during the movie...
Will looked suspiciously at her for a moment, considering his answer. And at seeing that he intenions were honorable, he spoke, "When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself. After she died, I came out here, looking for my father."
"Is that so?"
Will and Samantha turned around and saw Jack standing over them... holding three bottles of rum. He handed a bottle to Samantha, who looked at it as if she were holding a poisonous snake. Then he put the second bottle next to Will who looked at it for a moment and then continued sharpening his sword. And then Jack sat down next to Samantha and propped his own bottle of rum between his legs and popped off the cork, and then took a long swig... then another... and then another...
"What's a matter?" Jack said looking at Sammi. He seemed confused that she hadn't downed half of it already. He thought she looked like the drinking type.
"I don't drink." Well THAT completely contradicted his first impression of her.
His eyes became big and wide in surprise, but then he took the bottle out of her hands and said, "Fine. More fer me then." he said drunkenly. Samantha was more than happy to hand over the bottle to Jack.
"Why don't you drink?" Jack was awfully curious about this. He had never met anyone that could easily refuse a drink like that. Especially rum.
Will just watched the two for a moment and Samantha caught his gaze. "Perhaps I'll tell you another time." She could tell that Will had something to say.
"Jack, listen to me." Jack swung his already half-drunk head around to face Will. "In jail, it was only after you learned my name that you two agreed to help. Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter. I'm not a simpleton. Both of you knew my father."
"Hey! Wait a second." Samantha said. "I had no idea who Jack was until last night and I sure as hell didn't know your father. Jack just decided to drag me along, so don't get me involved in this one." Will looked into her eyes and he got the feeling she was telling the truth, which, of course, she was.
"And what about you, Jack? You knew my father, didn't you?" Will forgot about Samantha and focused on Jack for a moment.
"I knew 'im." Jack said, standing up. "Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner, everyone else just called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill."
"Bootstrap?" Will and Samantha said as they stared at Jack in confusion.
"Good man, good pirate. I swear you look just like him." Jack said in such an indifferent way that made Will stand up and almost lunge at him.
"It's not true! He was a merchant sailor; a good, respectable man who obeyed the law!"
"He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag!" Jack was becoming irritated that Will didn't believe him.
"My father was not a pirate!" Will pulled out his sword, ready to defend his father's honor if necessary.
That's when Samantha got involved. She stayed considerably calm because two guys with swords can make for a very bad situation. "Stop it, you two. What's the point in fighting with each other? So put your sword away Will." She could've jumped on him and ripped it from his grasp, but she knew bad things could happen if she did that. Will slowly began to lower his sword and then finally put it down, not wanting to get Samantha worked up into a panic.
"Yes. Put it away, Will. It's not worth you getting beat again." That wasn't the best thing Jack could've said...
Will was furious with Jack's larger-than-life ego. "You didn't beat me! You ignored the rules of engagement! In a fair fight, I'd have killed you!"
Jack cocked his head to the side and said, "And that's no incentive fer me to fight fair, now is it?"
Samantha snickered a bit until she saw what Jack did next. He moved one of the sails until the yard slammed into Will and swung him out over the sea. Will was grasping onto it for dear life.
"Oh my God, Jack! Get him back here right now!" Samantha screamed. "What if he falls! Help him, Jack!"
"Oh stop yer belly-achin', Sammi. What are ye? My mother? He'll be fine." Jack said as if what he did was perfectly fine and happened everyday.
Then Jack turned to Will, who was still dangling out over the blue Caribbean. "And as long as you're just hangin' there, pay attention. The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do."
"And what you CAN do, Jack, is bring him back here NOW!" Samantha was acting like an overprotective, worried mother. She had to figure out a way to get Will back on the Interceptor. If only she knew that in a moments time Jack would be doing that very thing.
Jack ignored Sammi and continued talking, "For instance - you can accept that yer father was a pirate and a good man, or ya can't. But pirate is in yer blood, boy, so ye'll have ta square with that someday. And me, for example, I can let you drown but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies with a woman, savvy?"
Samantha went over to Will, who was still hanging over the water, to try to help him, but she didn't realize there was a thick rope on the ground in front of her. So, as she walked over to the edge of the boat, her foot got caught on the rope.
She had no idea what happened until it was to late.
She tripped and flew forward and since she was at the edge of the boat she went right over. But good ol' Jack Sparrow was nearby and saw the whole thing, and as she went over the side he ran to her and grabbed her ankles.
She was in such shock that she couldn't even scream. But how could she anyway since her body slammed up against the side of the ship (which was really painful) when Jack grabbed her ankles, and soon after she was unconscious.
Her final thought was if only Danielle were there to see it all.
***
Danielle was bored out of her mind. She had played over thirty games of Go Fish, but Pintel and Ragetti seemed to be having more and more fun after each game.
"HA! Go Fish! Go Fish! Go Fish! That's the fifth time I beat ya, Miss Danielle!" Ragetti squealed in happiness. And it's true, both Pintel and Ragetti beat her several times. After a while, she just stopped caring and let them win.
"Excuse me, but the captain told me to look for ya and if you weren't in your quarters he told me ta put ya there." A dark-haired pirate said as he walked up to Danielle. Pintel and Ragetti looked disappointed that she had to leave.
Danielle immediately stood up. "My good God, thank you. You're my new best friend." She said, looking at this dark-haired pirate. He blushed slightly as Danielle walked away.
"So," Ragetti said to this pirate, "would ya like ta know how ta play a game? It's called Go Fish." The dark-haired pirate completely forgot about Danielle and sat down with Pintel and Ragetti.
Meanwhile, Danielle was more that happy to get the hell out of there. She was so sick of Go Fish she vowed to never play it ever EVER again.
Danielle walked down a small flight of stairs to get to her "quarters", which was actually the brig... the smelly, tiny, not-very-comfortable brig.
She walked into the brig which was a small barred-off area. It was unlocked and open and Danielle walked inside. If she had a say in it at all, she would be staying in a place that at least had a BED, but she didn't have a say so she didn't have a bed. She sat down on the hard, damp ground and didn't bother closing the barred door.
A moment or two later, Barbossa came by but Danielle just stared at him with an annoyed look on her face. "You know, Miss Turner gets a nice little room and she's your captive. I'm helping you and yet I have to stay in the brig. This sucks!!"
Barbossa looked at her for a moment and smiled, showing his rarely-been- brushed teeth. Danielle cringed. "Well, Miss Danielle, you will be joining us for dinner this evening-"
She stopped him in the middle of his sentence and said, "Yeah, I know. Dinner. You and Miss Turner. Now that I think about it I am getting really hungry, I haven't had breakfast yet." She paused for a moment thinking about all the yummy food she could be eating if she were home right now.
Barbossa's grin grew larger and Danielle just knew that she said something that perhaps she shouldn't have.
"So, I'm supposin' your headache has gone away since you obviously know what'll be happenin' tonight." He and the monkey that was with him stared at Danielle patiently, wating for her answer.
She didn't quite have the answer, though. She figured that Barbossa was too stupid to actually think that much about it and come to that conclusion. "Well, not exactly. I just assumed that since you said 'us', that you meant Miss Turner, you, and I." She looked up at Barbossa, getting a bit nervous. She just made that up off the top of her head. It's what she was best (or worst) at.
You know, she was going to confuse herself sooner or later with all these lies.
But anywho, Barbossa just stared at her in an I'm-really-pissed-off-at-you- but-I-can't-do-anything-about-it-because-I-need-you-to-help-me kind of way.
She sat. Barbossa stared.
Without warning, he walked into the little jailcell. Danielle immediately stood up, on the defense. He grabbed her by her neck and forced her up against the side of cell. The bars were digging into her shoulder blades and she yelped in pain. His breath hit her face and made her feel like she wanted to gag.
"I don't wanna kill ya, but I do wanna show ya who's boss. And that would be me. Don't be gettin' that sassy attitude with me. Yer not tellin' me the whole truth. And if you don't tell me now, I'll make sure ya never see another bit of food until you do."
Danielle pondered this for a few seconds. It was either starvation which would ultimately lead to death, or just telling him something, ANYTHING that would just make him let go of her because his grip was really painful and her shoulder blades were going to be bruised.
"You will... be seeing... Jack Sparrow soon." She choked out as her hands futilely tried to get Barbossa's hand from around her neck. His grip loosened and he finally let go.
They stood a few feet apart. Barbossa (and his monkey) were studying the heavily breathing Danielle for any signs of untruthfulness. It was like a showdown. The good (Danielle), the bad (the monkey), and the ugly (Barbossa) getting ready to draw their weapons and fire.
When Barbossa was finally satisfied that Danielle was being truthful (which she was) he walked away. Before he left the room though, he turned around and said, "From now on, when I ask ya a question, you'll give me the whole truth. And if ya don't, pain'll be the least of yer worries."
His raspy voice and dangerous tone set off alarms for the usually perky Danielle. She decided that, from now on, whenever she was asked about upcoming situations, she would only give vague descriptions and meaningless details, but she would tell the truth.
Barbossa slammed the barred door shut, locked it with a set of keys he had, and walked away without another word.
Danielle was left there, alone, hungry and even a little scared. Her mind lingered on her current problems: her fate and how she was going to effect the fates of Jack Sparrow and Will Turner (her fantasy husband) with her big mouth. But she had no idea that a certain someone else already had an impact on these two important people.
After a while, Danielle got bored and her upper back and neck were sore so she decided to go to sleep. There was nothing better to do. She leaned up against the side of the ship, her back slightly stinging as she did so.
As she wandered off into sleep, her final thought was if only Samantha were there to see it all.
P.S. Thank you to SoccerGurl703 for giving me the motivation that I needed!
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Chapter 8: Conversations, Arguments, and Threats
Samantha had been laying on the deck of the Interceptor for a while now. She just... laid there. It was so hot that even sitting up was a chore, so, she didn't. She stared up at the blue sky and listened to the waves slapping up against the side of the ship. You could say she was content at the moment.
"Why are you just laying there, Miss Samantha?"
Samantha jerked herself upright so fast she almost got whiplash. She didn't hear anyone walking towards her so she didn't expect anyone to talk to her, not that there was much of 'anyone' on the ship.
"Hi, Will. And call me Sammi." Samantha said looking at Will who was crouching down next to her. "And I was lying here because I'm bored and hot."
"Alright... Sammi."
"I call 'er Sammi too!" Yelled a voice from the wheel of the ship. It was Jack. He waved to them as they looked over at him.
"How did he hear you?" Samantha said to Will as they both stood up (Samantha didn't want to get up, though). Will shrugged
Suddenly, Jack ran from the wheel of the ship and darted below deck. Samantha and Will just stared at where his form had disappeared to.
"Um, should he just be leaving the wheel of the ship like that?" Samantha asked Will. Once more, he shrugged.
Samantha liked Will. No, not in THAT way, but she found him to be a decent man with a good heart. She wanted to know more about Will so she decided to start a conversation with him. "So," Samantha started to say as she sat next to Will while he began to sharpen his sword, "why do you live in Port Royal?" She was pretty sure that was the name of the port she was just at. She should've known anyway because she saw the movie. Oh, wait, that's right, she tried to sleep during the movie...
Will looked suspiciously at her for a moment, considering his answer. And at seeing that he intenions were honorable, he spoke, "When I was a lad living in England, my mother raised me by herself. After she died, I came out here, looking for my father."
"Is that so?"
Will and Samantha turned around and saw Jack standing over them... holding three bottles of rum. He handed a bottle to Samantha, who looked at it as if she were holding a poisonous snake. Then he put the second bottle next to Will who looked at it for a moment and then continued sharpening his sword. And then Jack sat down next to Samantha and propped his own bottle of rum between his legs and popped off the cork, and then took a long swig... then another... and then another...
"What's a matter?" Jack said looking at Sammi. He seemed confused that she hadn't downed half of it already. He thought she looked like the drinking type.
"I don't drink." Well THAT completely contradicted his first impression of her.
His eyes became big and wide in surprise, but then he took the bottle out of her hands and said, "Fine. More fer me then." he said drunkenly. Samantha was more than happy to hand over the bottle to Jack.
"Why don't you drink?" Jack was awfully curious about this. He had never met anyone that could easily refuse a drink like that. Especially rum.
Will just watched the two for a moment and Samantha caught his gaze. "Perhaps I'll tell you another time." She could tell that Will had something to say.
"Jack, listen to me." Jack swung his already half-drunk head around to face Will. "In jail, it was only after you learned my name that you two agreed to help. Since that's what I wanted, I didn't press the matter. I'm not a simpleton. Both of you knew my father."
"Hey! Wait a second." Samantha said. "I had no idea who Jack was until last night and I sure as hell didn't know your father. Jack just decided to drag me along, so don't get me involved in this one." Will looked into her eyes and he got the feeling she was telling the truth, which, of course, she was.
"And what about you, Jack? You knew my father, didn't you?" Will forgot about Samantha and focused on Jack for a moment.
"I knew 'im." Jack said, standing up. "Probably one of the few who knew him as William Turner, everyone else just called him Bootstrap or Bootstrap Bill."
"Bootstrap?" Will and Samantha said as they stared at Jack in confusion.
"Good man, good pirate. I swear you look just like him." Jack said in such an indifferent way that made Will stand up and almost lunge at him.
"It's not true! He was a merchant sailor; a good, respectable man who obeyed the law!"
"He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag!" Jack was becoming irritated that Will didn't believe him.
"My father was not a pirate!" Will pulled out his sword, ready to defend his father's honor if necessary.
That's when Samantha got involved. She stayed considerably calm because two guys with swords can make for a very bad situation. "Stop it, you two. What's the point in fighting with each other? So put your sword away Will." She could've jumped on him and ripped it from his grasp, but she knew bad things could happen if she did that. Will slowly began to lower his sword and then finally put it down, not wanting to get Samantha worked up into a panic.
"Yes. Put it away, Will. It's not worth you getting beat again." That wasn't the best thing Jack could've said...
Will was furious with Jack's larger-than-life ego. "You didn't beat me! You ignored the rules of engagement! In a fair fight, I'd have killed you!"
Jack cocked his head to the side and said, "And that's no incentive fer me to fight fair, now is it?"
Samantha snickered a bit until she saw what Jack did next. He moved one of the sails until the yard slammed into Will and swung him out over the sea. Will was grasping onto it for dear life.
"Oh my God, Jack! Get him back here right now!" Samantha screamed. "What if he falls! Help him, Jack!"
"Oh stop yer belly-achin', Sammi. What are ye? My mother? He'll be fine." Jack said as if what he did was perfectly fine and happened everyday.
Then Jack turned to Will, who was still dangling out over the blue Caribbean. "And as long as you're just hangin' there, pay attention. The only rules that really matter are these: what a man can do and what a man can't do."
"And what you CAN do, Jack, is bring him back here NOW!" Samantha was acting like an overprotective, worried mother. She had to figure out a way to get Will back on the Interceptor. If only she knew that in a moments time Jack would be doing that very thing.
Jack ignored Sammi and continued talking, "For instance - you can accept that yer father was a pirate and a good man, or ya can't. But pirate is in yer blood, boy, so ye'll have ta square with that someday. And me, for example, I can let you drown but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies with a woman, savvy?"
Samantha went over to Will, who was still hanging over the water, to try to help him, but she didn't realize there was a thick rope on the ground in front of her. So, as she walked over to the edge of the boat, her foot got caught on the rope.
She had no idea what happened until it was to late.
She tripped and flew forward and since she was at the edge of the boat she went right over. But good ol' Jack Sparrow was nearby and saw the whole thing, and as she went over the side he ran to her and grabbed her ankles.
She was in such shock that she couldn't even scream. But how could she anyway since her body slammed up against the side of the ship (which was really painful) when Jack grabbed her ankles, and soon after she was unconscious.
Her final thought was if only Danielle were there to see it all.
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Danielle was bored out of her mind. She had played over thirty games of Go Fish, but Pintel and Ragetti seemed to be having more and more fun after each game.
"HA! Go Fish! Go Fish! Go Fish! That's the fifth time I beat ya, Miss Danielle!" Ragetti squealed in happiness. And it's true, both Pintel and Ragetti beat her several times. After a while, she just stopped caring and let them win.
"Excuse me, but the captain told me to look for ya and if you weren't in your quarters he told me ta put ya there." A dark-haired pirate said as he walked up to Danielle. Pintel and Ragetti looked disappointed that she had to leave.
Danielle immediately stood up. "My good God, thank you. You're my new best friend." She said, looking at this dark-haired pirate. He blushed slightly as Danielle walked away.
"So," Ragetti said to this pirate, "would ya like ta know how ta play a game? It's called Go Fish." The dark-haired pirate completely forgot about Danielle and sat down with Pintel and Ragetti.
Meanwhile, Danielle was more that happy to get the hell out of there. She was so sick of Go Fish she vowed to never play it ever EVER again.
Danielle walked down a small flight of stairs to get to her "quarters", which was actually the brig... the smelly, tiny, not-very-comfortable brig.
She walked into the brig which was a small barred-off area. It was unlocked and open and Danielle walked inside. If she had a say in it at all, she would be staying in a place that at least had a BED, but she didn't have a say so she didn't have a bed. She sat down on the hard, damp ground and didn't bother closing the barred door.
A moment or two later, Barbossa came by but Danielle just stared at him with an annoyed look on her face. "You know, Miss Turner gets a nice little room and she's your captive. I'm helping you and yet I have to stay in the brig. This sucks!!"
Barbossa looked at her for a moment and smiled, showing his rarely-been- brushed teeth. Danielle cringed. "Well, Miss Danielle, you will be joining us for dinner this evening-"
She stopped him in the middle of his sentence and said, "Yeah, I know. Dinner. You and Miss Turner. Now that I think about it I am getting really hungry, I haven't had breakfast yet." She paused for a moment thinking about all the yummy food she could be eating if she were home right now.
Barbossa's grin grew larger and Danielle just knew that she said something that perhaps she shouldn't have.
"So, I'm supposin' your headache has gone away since you obviously know what'll be happenin' tonight." He and the monkey that was with him stared at Danielle patiently, wating for her answer.
She didn't quite have the answer, though. She figured that Barbossa was too stupid to actually think that much about it and come to that conclusion. "Well, not exactly. I just assumed that since you said 'us', that you meant Miss Turner, you, and I." She looked up at Barbossa, getting a bit nervous. She just made that up off the top of her head. It's what she was best (or worst) at.
You know, she was going to confuse herself sooner or later with all these lies.
But anywho, Barbossa just stared at her in an I'm-really-pissed-off-at-you- but-I-can't-do-anything-about-it-because-I-need-you-to-help-me kind of way.
She sat. Barbossa stared.
Without warning, he walked into the little jailcell. Danielle immediately stood up, on the defense. He grabbed her by her neck and forced her up against the side of cell. The bars were digging into her shoulder blades and she yelped in pain. His breath hit her face and made her feel like she wanted to gag.
"I don't wanna kill ya, but I do wanna show ya who's boss. And that would be me. Don't be gettin' that sassy attitude with me. Yer not tellin' me the whole truth. And if you don't tell me now, I'll make sure ya never see another bit of food until you do."
Danielle pondered this for a few seconds. It was either starvation which would ultimately lead to death, or just telling him something, ANYTHING that would just make him let go of her because his grip was really painful and her shoulder blades were going to be bruised.
"You will... be seeing... Jack Sparrow soon." She choked out as her hands futilely tried to get Barbossa's hand from around her neck. His grip loosened and he finally let go.
They stood a few feet apart. Barbossa (and his monkey) were studying the heavily breathing Danielle for any signs of untruthfulness. It was like a showdown. The good (Danielle), the bad (the monkey), and the ugly (Barbossa) getting ready to draw their weapons and fire.
When Barbossa was finally satisfied that Danielle was being truthful (which she was) he walked away. Before he left the room though, he turned around and said, "From now on, when I ask ya a question, you'll give me the whole truth. And if ya don't, pain'll be the least of yer worries."
His raspy voice and dangerous tone set off alarms for the usually perky Danielle. She decided that, from now on, whenever she was asked about upcoming situations, she would only give vague descriptions and meaningless details, but she would tell the truth.
Barbossa slammed the barred door shut, locked it with a set of keys he had, and walked away without another word.
Danielle was left there, alone, hungry and even a little scared. Her mind lingered on her current problems: her fate and how she was going to effect the fates of Jack Sparrow and Will Turner (her fantasy husband) with her big mouth. But she had no idea that a certain someone else already had an impact on these two important people.
After a while, Danielle got bored and her upper back and neck were sore so she decided to go to sleep. There was nothing better to do. She leaned up against the side of the ship, her back slightly stinging as she did so.
As she wandered off into sleep, her final thought was if only Samantha were there to see it all.
