Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Sparrow or the Black Pearl, or anything
related to the movie, Pirates of the Caribbean. I do own Marie.
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Marie turned the knob. He'd locked her in, of course. She turned away from the door and looked around the dimly lit cabin. It was small and fairly cozy; for a room on a pirate ship. She realized that it must have been the captain's bedroom. There was a four poster bed, a dresser, a trunk, and other odds and ends scattered about. She walked across the room and pushed the musty curtains aside to look out the small window.
The sky was beginning to lighten with the coming of the sun. She sighed and sat on the bed, not knowing what she could do to escape. She was trapped, for now. Marie suddenly realized that she was exhausted. She laid back on the bed, and fell fast asleep.
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Meanwhile, Captain Jack Sparrow shouted orders to his crew. Having restocked their supplies, they were ready to set sail once more in the Caribbean. He ordered for the crew to lower the oars to take them out of the cove. He strolled over to the front of the vessel and gripped the railing. It was going to be a beautiful day. The sun was just beginning to rise, though it was still quite dark. Hopefully, they wouldn't be spotted until they were too far ahead. It was still too early for the girl's family to discover her disappearance and raise the alarm anyway.
He frowned thoughtfully as his thoughts shifted towards the girl. He'd been watching her for the past few days. The first time he'd spotted her, she'd been in the market. She seemed delighted by all the foreign trinkets and jewelry that had been freshly delivered to the island and had spent the whole afternoon there. She was beautiful; tall, slim, and graceful. Her deep blue eyes reminded him of the ocean's fathomless depths. She looked as if she longed for something that she couldn't have. Jack read those eyes like a book. He knew that she longed for adventure. He had a knack for reading people.
As the boat sailed out of the cove, the crew slid the oars back into the ship and returned to the deck. Jack began to navigate the Black Pearl as the crew unfurled the ship's black sails and the wind caught them. He scanned the horizon and checked his compass, which only he could read, for it appeared to be broken to anyone else who looked at it. Perhaps it was broken and he looked at it for show. No one knew except for the Captain himself. He had never yet steered the crew wrong, so they did not ask questions.
By mid-morning the ship had left the island behind. The ship cut effortlessly through the ocean and the rich black sails billowed in the wind. Jack headed down to the galley to get a bite to eat. He grabbed an apple and sat on a bench opposite a few of his crew mates. They exchanged a few words and began a game of cards.
After half an hour or so, Jack grabbed a food tray that Gibbs had fixed for him and walked towards his cabin. He unlocked the door and walked in, kohl- lined eyes scanning the room. Marie stood quickly from the opposite side of the cabin. She had awoken about an hour earlier and searched the room. She clutched the sword she had found in the trunk and held it out menacingly. "I'm warning you. Don't come near me." She concealed her fear well, though she trembled slightly.
Jack grinned and sat the tray down, holding his palms out to show he didn't mean harm. "Calm down, love. I've only brought you some breakfast."
Marie stood there. She didn't trust him at all, though she was hungry. On the tray were apples, an orange, mangoes, and some water. She decided not to approach him. "Who are you?"
"Who am I? Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl, love. And who are you?"
Her eyes widened slightly, she'd heard his name before, somewhere. She couldn't recall where, though. Suddenly, she remembered a story that she had been told about this particular pirate when she was younger. The tale was so colorful that she hardly believed it, though the teller swore it was true. Marie's thoughts turned to his question. Should she tell him her real name? She might as well...
"Marie Stillwater."
He nodded, looking at her thoughtfully, "A fine name. I suppose you're about 16? 17?Now," he sat in a chair near the doorway and leaned towards her, elbows on his knees, "let's say you eat something, and I'll allow you to come up on deck and have a look around, meet the crew, savvy?"
She stood there, "You're going to take me home."
"Eventually, if you'd like. But not right away."
"I-I'd like to make an accord. I'll stay until you're through with me as long as you promise not to harm me in any way."
He nodded, "Fair enough, as long as you try to trust me." Jack stood and held out an apple towards her. Marie quickly took it, and he bowed elegantly, flourishing his arms about before leaving the room. She sat on the bed and ate the apple hungrily, and consumed the orange as well. She then walked to the door of the cabin, peering about to see if anyone was around.
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Marie turned the knob. He'd locked her in, of course. She turned away from the door and looked around the dimly lit cabin. It was small and fairly cozy; for a room on a pirate ship. She realized that it must have been the captain's bedroom. There was a four poster bed, a dresser, a trunk, and other odds and ends scattered about. She walked across the room and pushed the musty curtains aside to look out the small window.
The sky was beginning to lighten with the coming of the sun. She sighed and sat on the bed, not knowing what she could do to escape. She was trapped, for now. Marie suddenly realized that she was exhausted. She laid back on the bed, and fell fast asleep.
***
Meanwhile, Captain Jack Sparrow shouted orders to his crew. Having restocked their supplies, they were ready to set sail once more in the Caribbean. He ordered for the crew to lower the oars to take them out of the cove. He strolled over to the front of the vessel and gripped the railing. It was going to be a beautiful day. The sun was just beginning to rise, though it was still quite dark. Hopefully, they wouldn't be spotted until they were too far ahead. It was still too early for the girl's family to discover her disappearance and raise the alarm anyway.
He frowned thoughtfully as his thoughts shifted towards the girl. He'd been watching her for the past few days. The first time he'd spotted her, she'd been in the market. She seemed delighted by all the foreign trinkets and jewelry that had been freshly delivered to the island and had spent the whole afternoon there. She was beautiful; tall, slim, and graceful. Her deep blue eyes reminded him of the ocean's fathomless depths. She looked as if she longed for something that she couldn't have. Jack read those eyes like a book. He knew that she longed for adventure. He had a knack for reading people.
As the boat sailed out of the cove, the crew slid the oars back into the ship and returned to the deck. Jack began to navigate the Black Pearl as the crew unfurled the ship's black sails and the wind caught them. He scanned the horizon and checked his compass, which only he could read, for it appeared to be broken to anyone else who looked at it. Perhaps it was broken and he looked at it for show. No one knew except for the Captain himself. He had never yet steered the crew wrong, so they did not ask questions.
By mid-morning the ship had left the island behind. The ship cut effortlessly through the ocean and the rich black sails billowed in the wind. Jack headed down to the galley to get a bite to eat. He grabbed an apple and sat on a bench opposite a few of his crew mates. They exchanged a few words and began a game of cards.
After half an hour or so, Jack grabbed a food tray that Gibbs had fixed for him and walked towards his cabin. He unlocked the door and walked in, kohl- lined eyes scanning the room. Marie stood quickly from the opposite side of the cabin. She had awoken about an hour earlier and searched the room. She clutched the sword she had found in the trunk and held it out menacingly. "I'm warning you. Don't come near me." She concealed her fear well, though she trembled slightly.
Jack grinned and sat the tray down, holding his palms out to show he didn't mean harm. "Calm down, love. I've only brought you some breakfast."
Marie stood there. She didn't trust him at all, though she was hungry. On the tray were apples, an orange, mangoes, and some water. She decided not to approach him. "Who are you?"
"Who am I? Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl, love. And who are you?"
Her eyes widened slightly, she'd heard his name before, somewhere. She couldn't recall where, though. Suddenly, she remembered a story that she had been told about this particular pirate when she was younger. The tale was so colorful that she hardly believed it, though the teller swore it was true. Marie's thoughts turned to his question. Should she tell him her real name? She might as well...
"Marie Stillwater."
He nodded, looking at her thoughtfully, "A fine name. I suppose you're about 16? 17?Now," he sat in a chair near the doorway and leaned towards her, elbows on his knees, "let's say you eat something, and I'll allow you to come up on deck and have a look around, meet the crew, savvy?"
She stood there, "You're going to take me home."
"Eventually, if you'd like. But not right away."
"I-I'd like to make an accord. I'll stay until you're through with me as long as you promise not to harm me in any way."
He nodded, "Fair enough, as long as you try to trust me." Jack stood and held out an apple towards her. Marie quickly took it, and he bowed elegantly, flourishing his arms about before leaving the room. She sat on the bed and ate the apple hungrily, and consumed the orange as well. She then walked to the door of the cabin, peering about to see if anyone was around.
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