Chapter 3
She landed in water, that's why everything was blue. Salt water filled in her lungs and she couldn't swallow or breathe. It was cold, so very cold that made Ivy shiver in her own skin.
She felt warmth on her shoulder and could feel something grasping it tight. It was a human. Ivy still had the blurred vision and saw only colors. Black, Brown, and White.
All of a sudden, everything went black.
The color came back and Ivy coughed out the rest of her water that was in her lungs.
"You alright, love?," asked the man. He had a gravely voice and lifted Ivy up by the elbow.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," her hand raised to her forehead and she brushed some wet hair out of the way. Her vision was coming back and she could see the man clearly now.
He had dark hair, with many dreadlocks and many beads. Around his head was a red bandana. Under that bandana was his dark, kohl covered eyes. And down a bit farther, he had a mustache and beard with 2 long braids. His eyes, his eyes were a dark chocolate brown color and looked so beautiful.
"What year is this?," asked Ivy looking around.
"1773."
"Where am I?,"
"My ship, sailing on the Caribbean."
Ivy coughed again and the man patted her gently on the back.
Her green eyes met his chocolate eyes and she stuttered, "Are--are you J…Jack Sparrow?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow," he smiled.
Ivy's eyes rolled in the back of her head and she fainted, falling off to one side.
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Ivy slowly opened an eye and saw a different man standing over her. He had white hair with blue eyes. He smiled down at her and she rolled over, bringing the bed covers with her.
Someone must have moved her into the bed. When she realized this, she took a quick glance underneath those covers. Same clothes, good.
"Welcome back," said the doctor. He was obviously a doctor, seeing how Ivy was in a small room with an old man who was holding a long silver tweezers thing.
Her eyes opened more and she noticed the silver thing, quickly jumping awake. Ivy flew in the air, as her hair flew with her. It looked as if she was, flying.
She noticed the curl in her black hair. It was usually straight. Salt water must have done that to her hair. "Now where am I?"
"Why miss, your in Port Royal," smiled the doctor. He had a gentle smile, but old. Little dimples showed up when he showed his teeth. They were a dark yellow color, like he was chewing tobacco, but a doctor would never chew tobacco. Maybe he wasn't a doctor.
Ivy started laughing and her curls bounced with her head. "Your shitting me?!"
The doctor stared at her with confusion on his face. She cocked her head when she realized that wasn't funny to him.
"Lay down, I need to check your head," the doctor said.
Ivy eyed him suspiciously as he noticed this, "Don't worry, I'm a doctor, it's my job."
"How do I really know you're a doctor?," snapped Ivy.
He didn't answer.
Instead the doctor looked up at the doorway and saw Captain Jack Sparrow approach.
Ivy's head turned to the doorway and she gasped. There he was again. Captain Jack Sparrow was standing right in front of her.
"Now, doc. What would you be doing to a girl at this age?," asked Jack as he smirked.
"Please, Mr. Sparrow, leave. My patient needs me."
"Ok, ok," Jack held his hands in front of him. "Just checking up." He looked over to Ivy and said, "Oi! Girl." She turned to look at him. "Watch yerself. Next time I might not be there to save your butt." And with that, he was gone.
The doctor pursed his lips and signaled for her to stay still. She just stared at him for a few seconds, then ran out of the place, into the warm sun. Ivy could smell the rum and the coconuts and feel the salty air on her face.
There was Jack, walking away from the place where Ivy had just been. She could see the silhouette of the Black Pearl at the docks. He was heading for it.
"Hey! Captain Jack Sparrow!," Ivy yelled, raising her hand in the air and waving. He ignored her.
She decided to run and when she caught up with him, he looked straight ahead, still ignoring her. "Um…Jack?," Ivy asked, slowly walking in front of him, her eyes searching his face.
"'ello, love," he greeted her with another grin on his face.
"Hi," Ivy smiled an annoyed smile and added as the 2 of them continued walking, "Um…so I'm really here in Port Royal in the year 1773?"
"yup."
This hit her hard. All these thoughts swam through her head. 'The time machine really worked! Wait till I tell Liz. But wait, this ain't true. It can't be.' "Ok, I must be dreaming. This is all a dream. Just a dream. A really good one, but a dream," Ivy said to herself as Jack stopped and stared at her strangely.
"You alright?," Jack asked, his lower lip pouting out underneath his dark mustache.
"Yeah, why shouldn't I be? I'm in the Caribbean with Jack Sparrow--"
He cut her off, "Captain Jack Sparrow" But she continued talking.
"And I'm going to be sailing on the Black Pearl with Jack Sparrow--"
"Captain Jack Sparrow," he said and he crossed his arms, "And who said yer gonna be sailing on the open sea?"
"Why, this is my dream, I can do whatever I want. And your just a dream Jack in my head," Ivy smiled and continued her walking to whatever place she wanted to go.
"Ok, wait!," he caught up to her, by him now running. "How do you now about me? You've heard of me?"
"O'course I have, Your naught but the most hottest pirate in Pirates of the Caribbean," Ivy grinned and then covered her mouth. "I mean the most…fearsome pirate in the Caribbean"
He shook his head and said annoyed, "Pirates of the Caribbean?"
"Duh! A movie your in," she rolled her eyes.
"Right," Jack whispered and placed his finger to his mouth to look thoughtful. Jack looked at Ivy and asked suspiciously, "How old are you anyway?"
Ivy was shocked, but not really. Pretty much, she was just acting. "Why ever would you as-- 17"
"Ah, 17, aye? Yer a bit young to be a pirate, though," Jack replied to her reply.
"How do you know I want to be a pirate," Ivy loved making things difficult for other people.
"By the way you happen to be acting around a…a. fearsome pirate," he smiled and there was silence.
All that could be heard was the birds chirping above. Ivy looked up and saw their bear breasted white tufts. She closed her eyes and smelled in the thin air. It smelled so good, so rum like.
She slowly opened her eyes again and saw that Jack was once again, walking ahead of her. "Oi! Jack, wait!," she was breathless when she got to him again. "So where are we going?" Ivy looked around, her head going from left to right.
"To the governors household," he smirked. A monkey screech was heard and that made Ivy feel wonderful.
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"Ah, Captain Jack Sparrow. No need to ask what your doing here," Commodore Norrington said slickly. His eyes rested on Ivy's face and slowly moved down her body, resting on her waist. "And who's this young woman?"
His hand grabbed hers and was raised to his lips. His lips were cold and hard feeling, which went perfect with his powdered wig and his black eyes.
Ivy shivered and let her hand fall to her side. "This is Ivy De Ville, she is a wanderer who seeks my help," Jack said proudly. He new her name because on the way there, they talked a lot.
"Yes, Ivy. Beautiful name," he smiled. "Tell me, why is it you do not wear a proper dress, but men's clothing? "
"These are man clothes?," Ivy asked as she tugged at her loose white blouse. Norrington nodded and linked his arm around her arm.
"I'm sure Miss Swann will have something that will obviously fit you," he lead her away, but Ivy stole a quick satisfied glance back at Jack.
His eye twitched.
She landed in water, that's why everything was blue. Salt water filled in her lungs and she couldn't swallow or breathe. It was cold, so very cold that made Ivy shiver in her own skin.
She felt warmth on her shoulder and could feel something grasping it tight. It was a human. Ivy still had the blurred vision and saw only colors. Black, Brown, and White.
All of a sudden, everything went black.
The color came back and Ivy coughed out the rest of her water that was in her lungs.
"You alright, love?," asked the man. He had a gravely voice and lifted Ivy up by the elbow.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine," her hand raised to her forehead and she brushed some wet hair out of the way. Her vision was coming back and she could see the man clearly now.
He had dark hair, with many dreadlocks and many beads. Around his head was a red bandana. Under that bandana was his dark, kohl covered eyes. And down a bit farther, he had a mustache and beard with 2 long braids. His eyes, his eyes were a dark chocolate brown color and looked so beautiful.
"What year is this?," asked Ivy looking around.
"1773."
"Where am I?,"
"My ship, sailing on the Caribbean."
Ivy coughed again and the man patted her gently on the back.
Her green eyes met his chocolate eyes and she stuttered, "Are--are you J…Jack Sparrow?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow," he smiled.
Ivy's eyes rolled in the back of her head and she fainted, falling off to one side.
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Ivy slowly opened an eye and saw a different man standing over her. He had white hair with blue eyes. He smiled down at her and she rolled over, bringing the bed covers with her.
Someone must have moved her into the bed. When she realized this, she took a quick glance underneath those covers. Same clothes, good.
"Welcome back," said the doctor. He was obviously a doctor, seeing how Ivy was in a small room with an old man who was holding a long silver tweezers thing.
Her eyes opened more and she noticed the silver thing, quickly jumping awake. Ivy flew in the air, as her hair flew with her. It looked as if she was, flying.
She noticed the curl in her black hair. It was usually straight. Salt water must have done that to her hair. "Now where am I?"
"Why miss, your in Port Royal," smiled the doctor. He had a gentle smile, but old. Little dimples showed up when he showed his teeth. They were a dark yellow color, like he was chewing tobacco, but a doctor would never chew tobacco. Maybe he wasn't a doctor.
Ivy started laughing and her curls bounced with her head. "Your shitting me?!"
The doctor stared at her with confusion on his face. She cocked her head when she realized that wasn't funny to him.
"Lay down, I need to check your head," the doctor said.
Ivy eyed him suspiciously as he noticed this, "Don't worry, I'm a doctor, it's my job."
"How do I really know you're a doctor?," snapped Ivy.
He didn't answer.
Instead the doctor looked up at the doorway and saw Captain Jack Sparrow approach.
Ivy's head turned to the doorway and she gasped. There he was again. Captain Jack Sparrow was standing right in front of her.
"Now, doc. What would you be doing to a girl at this age?," asked Jack as he smirked.
"Please, Mr. Sparrow, leave. My patient needs me."
"Ok, ok," Jack held his hands in front of him. "Just checking up." He looked over to Ivy and said, "Oi! Girl." She turned to look at him. "Watch yerself. Next time I might not be there to save your butt." And with that, he was gone.
The doctor pursed his lips and signaled for her to stay still. She just stared at him for a few seconds, then ran out of the place, into the warm sun. Ivy could smell the rum and the coconuts and feel the salty air on her face.
There was Jack, walking away from the place where Ivy had just been. She could see the silhouette of the Black Pearl at the docks. He was heading for it.
"Hey! Captain Jack Sparrow!," Ivy yelled, raising her hand in the air and waving. He ignored her.
She decided to run and when she caught up with him, he looked straight ahead, still ignoring her. "Um…Jack?," Ivy asked, slowly walking in front of him, her eyes searching his face.
"'ello, love," he greeted her with another grin on his face.
"Hi," Ivy smiled an annoyed smile and added as the 2 of them continued walking, "Um…so I'm really here in Port Royal in the year 1773?"
"yup."
This hit her hard. All these thoughts swam through her head. 'The time machine really worked! Wait till I tell Liz. But wait, this ain't true. It can't be.' "Ok, I must be dreaming. This is all a dream. Just a dream. A really good one, but a dream," Ivy said to herself as Jack stopped and stared at her strangely.
"You alright?," Jack asked, his lower lip pouting out underneath his dark mustache.
"Yeah, why shouldn't I be? I'm in the Caribbean with Jack Sparrow--"
He cut her off, "Captain Jack Sparrow" But she continued talking.
"And I'm going to be sailing on the Black Pearl with Jack Sparrow--"
"Captain Jack Sparrow," he said and he crossed his arms, "And who said yer gonna be sailing on the open sea?"
"Why, this is my dream, I can do whatever I want. And your just a dream Jack in my head," Ivy smiled and continued her walking to whatever place she wanted to go.
"Ok, wait!," he caught up to her, by him now running. "How do you now about me? You've heard of me?"
"O'course I have, Your naught but the most hottest pirate in Pirates of the Caribbean," Ivy grinned and then covered her mouth. "I mean the most…fearsome pirate in the Caribbean"
He shook his head and said annoyed, "Pirates of the Caribbean?"
"Duh! A movie your in," she rolled her eyes.
"Right," Jack whispered and placed his finger to his mouth to look thoughtful. Jack looked at Ivy and asked suspiciously, "How old are you anyway?"
Ivy was shocked, but not really. Pretty much, she was just acting. "Why ever would you as-- 17"
"Ah, 17, aye? Yer a bit young to be a pirate, though," Jack replied to her reply.
"How do you know I want to be a pirate," Ivy loved making things difficult for other people.
"By the way you happen to be acting around a…a. fearsome pirate," he smiled and there was silence.
All that could be heard was the birds chirping above. Ivy looked up and saw their bear breasted white tufts. She closed her eyes and smelled in the thin air. It smelled so good, so rum like.
She slowly opened her eyes again and saw that Jack was once again, walking ahead of her. "Oi! Jack, wait!," she was breathless when she got to him again. "So where are we going?" Ivy looked around, her head going from left to right.
"To the governors household," he smirked. A monkey screech was heard and that made Ivy feel wonderful.
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"Ah, Captain Jack Sparrow. No need to ask what your doing here," Commodore Norrington said slickly. His eyes rested on Ivy's face and slowly moved down her body, resting on her waist. "And who's this young woman?"
His hand grabbed hers and was raised to his lips. His lips were cold and hard feeling, which went perfect with his powdered wig and his black eyes.
Ivy shivered and let her hand fall to her side. "This is Ivy De Ville, she is a wanderer who seeks my help," Jack said proudly. He new her name because on the way there, they talked a lot.
"Yes, Ivy. Beautiful name," he smiled. "Tell me, why is it you do not wear a proper dress, but men's clothing? "
"These are man clothes?," Ivy asked as she tugged at her loose white blouse. Norrington nodded and linked his arm around her arm.
"I'm sure Miss Swann will have something that will obviously fit you," he lead her away, but Ivy stole a quick satisfied glance back at Jack.
His eye twitched.
