Howdy yal! I'm back with a new chapter! I'm so excited because I don't have writers block anymore! Hooray! This isn't slow and boring like last chapter, but I'm writing it by ear.
*Remember most of this isn't mine but some is. *
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"FIRE!"
BOOM!
Gwen felt someone grasp her hand and pull her towards the quarterdeck. She looked up into dark brown eyes lined with kohl.
"What are you doing?" she asked disgustedly trying to pull her hand away. But he was stronger.
"What am I doing! You're the one standing in the line of fire!" Jack said pulling out his pistol. "Hold still. I've got an idea."
"That's a first," she muttered under her breath. Jack ignored her. Gwen went rigid under the same feeling that had happened when she had just met Jack: a cold cylinder pressed to her temple.
"Shhh, you'll ruin it," he whispered into her ear commandingly. She almost giggled because of the sensation in her ear. Jack suddenly jerked her down onto the deck just before a cannon went zooming passed. Gwen felt an elbow jammed into her back by Jack.
"What was that for?" she hissed.
"It wasn't on purpose," he muttered back. He pulled her up fiercely. "Now come on. The more you drag your feet the more I'll have to repair on me ship."
Gwen paused and pondered for a moment. She suddenly realized what he was doing. "I can't believe you, Jack! You're just giving me up! Without a fight! And to think I just realized it!"
"Sorry love, my game, my rules. It's the second time you've fallen under my pistol and I doubt it'll be the last," he said unsympathetically.
"Thank you Captain Sparrow, for giving me dear Gwyneth Turner," a voice drawled behind them. Jack turned around causally to face Captain Lousin.
"Excuse me?" Gwen hissed trying to kick him. But Jack had wrapped his arms her body keeping her away from the captain.
"I thanked Captain Sparrow for handing you to me, girl," Lousin said wryly.
"What!" she screamed trying to wriggle out of Jack's grasp. The last thing she remembered was a fist coming out of nowhere towards her face and then darkness.
"Gwen…Gwen… Gwen…" a familiar voice called softly. The voice floated into one of Gwen's ears. It had been so long since she had heard that voice.
"Ma?" Gwen asked weakly. Someone was rubbing her temples.
"Gwen," the voice said with relief. She quickly opened her eyes. It was dark and cold where she was. She looked at her mother.
"Ma," she said tears filling her eyes. Elizabeth Turner squeezed her daughter. Another thought crossed Gwen's mind.
"Dad, where is he?" she asked staring at her mother.
"I'm right here, Gwen," Will Turner said warmly.
"And Jack?" she asked.
"Is on his Pearl. Sailing onto the horizon most likely," Will said regrettably.
"Where are we?" she asked looking around her surroundings.
"The Clearwater. Well, at least the brig of it," Elizabeth said.
The three heard clunks of boots charging down stairs to the brig. A man in his early thirties appeared with keys jingling at his waist. He stood next to the door of Elizabeth and Gwen's cell and looked in.
"Ah, I see the girl has finally decided to come around," he sneered.
"It wasn't my decision," Gwen spat.
"Cap'n wants to see you in his cabin," he said mockingly unlocking the door. He then grabbed Gwen by her hair and dragged her out. Then he slammed the door to Elizabeth's cell and locked it, then carried on taking Gwen by the hair to Lousin.
She tried not to scream from the hair tearing away from her scalp.
Meanwhile………
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Giving up Gwen was not easy for Jack. When Lousin had knocked her unconscious he pulled out a dagger and put it to the throat of Hollis who was nearby. Jack regrettably gave the unconscious Gwen to Lousin.
Jack was now in his cabin reading the little journal type diary book of Gwen. He had to admit that she had done some very strange things when she was ten.
He turned to the latest entry. It read:
Happy Birthday to me! I'm seventeen! It might have been my birthday a day or so ago or in two days it will be, but today I'll celebrate.
Whoa! A ship's following us. It's like last time. Who knows? It could be the Clearwater. I wonder if my parents are on that ship. What I would give to see them again.
I see Jack. I'll write tomorrow if I have the chance.
And that was the last entry. He flipped to another page and skimmed through it. This page was when she was fourteen. The one thing that caught his eye was the name Hollis.
Fourteen.
I think he loves me. He kissed me! He kissed me! Right under the bush that we used to play in when we were little.
Hollis blushed after he kissed me. I think it was his first time like me. I don't see young men blush much unless completely embarrassed.
Hollis and I froze when we heard our dog Scout barking next to a tree.
Sorry, I have to stop writing; my mother is telling me to blow my candle out.
Mothers.
Jack smiled and flipped through the pages again. Here was Gwen when she was ten.
Ten.
I'm free! I'm free! No more flute lessons! I'm free! Ma and Dad finally understand how boring it is to play!
But I keep the flute under my pillow to play whenever I'm upset. Playing your own songs is fun and-
"Captain, is she as good as dead?" Jeremy asked from the doorway of Jack's cabin. Jack looked up.
"You could say that," he sighed.
"Then what are we doing? Shouldn't we be trying to save them?" Jeremy asked sternly.
"I didn't intend to, but we could," Jack admitted closing the journal in his hand with a snap.
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Sorry guys if that was a cliffhanger. It wasn't to me. Then again, I know who dies and who lives and how the story ends.
Oh my! I just realized that if Jeremy wants to search for Gwen it'd kinda be like the movie.
I'm skipping the poll today.
