As the days wore on, Jack decided that he would rather be dead. The wound
in his leg began to fester, and on the days that water was brought down to
him, Jack used half of it to clean his wound. Every time he touched his
leg his head spun with the pain, but he didn't want to end up with a peg
like some of those other pirate captains he had known. The days passed
slowly, and Jack quickly tired of watching through the knot hole in the
side of the ship. Some days, he saw dolphins, leaping out from under the
crystal blue water, but even those rare sightings were not enough to keep
him watching the ocean. As the ship continued, Jack lay against the bars
and rested, drifting in and out of consciousness, waking only when his
captors came to visit him. Jack knew that he was sick, and each day spent
in the brig only made him worse. His unconsciousness lasted longer and
longer, and when he was conscious, he was hallucinating. His strength left
him quickly, and Jack knew that he was dying. That thought actually
comforted him some, knowing that soon he would be away from this hell he
had been thrown into.
"Well, Jack, ole buddy." He thought to himself, "ye've finally been
beaten." Another voice added to his thoughts. "you can't die. You're
cap'n Jack Sparrow. Don't give up so easily." Jack shook his head,
noticing that he was alone. He continued to argue with himself, becoming
so involved, he did not realize that the ship had stopped. A man came down
to collect the prisoner, keys jangling in his hand. He jiggled the key in
the lock, and the door swung open. Jack didn't budge.
"Up wi' ye, Sparrow." The man growled, but Jack could not hear him. Rough hands pulled Jack to his feet, but as they let go, he crumbled to the ground. Jack's captor hoisted him to his shoulder, slinging Jack's arms to hang behind the larger man. The captor brought Jack up to the main deck, noticing three skeletons hanging from an overhand. He read the inscription and shuddered. He did not envy Jack for what they planned on doing to him. Jack stirred as he was brought to shore, but as he started to regain his sight, the man dropped him at the foot of a stone building, hitting his head on a rock and passing out again. If Jack had been awake, he would have heard the blades clashing as his pirate captor fought for his life. He would have felt the warm blood splash across his face, and he would have known that life for his captors had just turned very bleak. Jack probably would have found it funny that his own life had been a bargain. Jack was bait, and finally, the fish had bitten, helping Commodore Norrington rid the waters of more pirates.
Jack came to again in a different, but decidedly improved jail cell. The bottom was lined with straw, and it was slightly more comfortable. His leg had not been treated, and he cursed before losing his thoughts to the dark black of dreamless sleep. When he awoke again, Jack found a small metal plate full of food lying against the metal bars. He sat and pulled it closer to him, tearing chicken hungrily from the bone. There was no water, which was what Jack really needed. He had been here once before, about a year earlier: Port Royale prison. He hoped that his presence was known here, and a certain blacksmith and his wife would come to help him again. His head swam with the effort of thinking, and he felt blood in his hair. He hit the ground pretty hard, he knew, and he was glad that he could still remember what had happened. Jack pulled himself to his feet and staggered over to the barred window that he had first glimpsed the Pearl out of. The sky was dark, and clouds rolled in from the east. Jack knew that a storm was on the way, but he hoped that it would wait until he got out of this jail.
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"Up wi' ye, Sparrow." The man growled, but Jack could not hear him. Rough hands pulled Jack to his feet, but as they let go, he crumbled to the ground. Jack's captor hoisted him to his shoulder, slinging Jack's arms to hang behind the larger man. The captor brought Jack up to the main deck, noticing three skeletons hanging from an overhand. He read the inscription and shuddered. He did not envy Jack for what they planned on doing to him. Jack stirred as he was brought to shore, but as he started to regain his sight, the man dropped him at the foot of a stone building, hitting his head on a rock and passing out again. If Jack had been awake, he would have heard the blades clashing as his pirate captor fought for his life. He would have felt the warm blood splash across his face, and he would have known that life for his captors had just turned very bleak. Jack probably would have found it funny that his own life had been a bargain. Jack was bait, and finally, the fish had bitten, helping Commodore Norrington rid the waters of more pirates.
Jack came to again in a different, but decidedly improved jail cell. The bottom was lined with straw, and it was slightly more comfortable. His leg had not been treated, and he cursed before losing his thoughts to the dark black of dreamless sleep. When he awoke again, Jack found a small metal plate full of food lying against the metal bars. He sat and pulled it closer to him, tearing chicken hungrily from the bone. There was no water, which was what Jack really needed. He had been here once before, about a year earlier: Port Royale prison. He hoped that his presence was known here, and a certain blacksmith and his wife would come to help him again. His head swam with the effort of thinking, and he felt blood in his hair. He hit the ground pretty hard, he knew, and he was glad that he could still remember what had happened. Jack pulled himself to his feet and staggered over to the barred window that he had first glimpsed the Pearl out of. The sky was dark, and clouds rolled in from the east. Jack knew that a storm was on the way, but he hoped that it would wait until he got out of this jail.
Well, here's chapter two. Thank you everyone who reviewed. Let me know what you think.
