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Jen was being pulled quickly through alleys. She could hear the rhythmic march of the soldiers as they marched through the street. Jen stumbled as her feet caught on an uneven path. Before she could fall, the captain wrenched her up.
"Easy along there, luv. Don't want to be hurtin' yourself, savvy?" He asked grinning. Not sure of how to reply, Jen stayed silent. She realized that they were no longer on a real trail. Nor even in the city. They were hurrying along a path through the trees. Looking around in curiosity and a little panic, Jen saw nothing familiar. She turned to look for Nicole. Nicole and the female pirate were following behind, and Nicole's eyes were fixed on Jack, an angelic expression on her face. Suddenly, Jen tripped again. This time even the captain was caught off guard, and Jen was sent sprawling. Embarrassed, she quickly got up, wincing as she noticed red blood dripping onto the ground from a cut on her hand. She had also stained the rock that had cut her. She wiped her hand on her skirt. Suddenly, the captain grabbed her wrist, examining the cut. He moved her to the side of the path as the other two pirates and Nicole kept going. His eyes were narrowed, staring at it.
"You'll be fine, luv. I'll fix it when we get on the ship." He grabbed her arm again and began pulling her along. Intensely alert now, Jen spoke.
"Ship? What ship?" She asked. The captain grinned over his shoulder.
"So ya' found yer voice. Though you'd lost it. We're heading to my ship. The Black Pearl." Jen halted, jerking him with the sudden stop.
"The Black Pearl?" Jack turned.
"Aye."
"You.you're Captain Jack Sparrow! Captain of the Black Pearl!" Jen gasped. Jack grinned.
"Took ya that long?" Jen scowled.
"You're a vicious pirate! You kidnapped Elizabeth Swann, and nearly killed William Turner! We can't stay with you!" Jen ran towards Nicole and grabbed her arm, wrenching her free of the female pirate.
"Come on! We can't stay! He's the captain of the Black Pearl! He's dangerous!" Jen hissed, heading for the trees and dragging Nicole along.
"You're mad, Jen! That man, he seemed so nice!" Nicole laughed, turning around and beginning to walk in the other direction.
"We've got to get home, Nicole! He's Jack Sparrow, the captain of the Black Pearl! The most wanted pirate in the Caribbean! The price on his head is nearly more than Father makes in a year! Commodore Norrington has been searching for him for over a year. Think Nicole, we can't stay here." Jen argued. For a moment, she felt a wave of sadness. It had all been so exciting, the thrill of danger and rush of nearly being caught. Nicole turned to face her impatiently.
"Oh, come on Jenny, you said it yourself, Commodore Norrington is the biggest prick on the entire island! I'm going back! Port Royale was too boring for me anyway." Nicole began to walk back towards the pirates.
"Fine! But you're walking towards your death!" Jen snapped. In anger, she turned and tried to run. Instead, she hit something very hard and solid and fell to the ground. Lying on the ground, she kept her eyes closed; there was a splitting pain in her head. She opened her eyes. There was a large tree in front of her. She groaned. So much for a quick escape. Feeling dizzy and unsteady, she tried to stand. It resulted in her dropping to her knees. Her head wheeled, and she thought for a moment she'd vomit. She tried for a moment to crawl, but the ground seemed to be rolling underneath her. Finally, she gave in and lay still. Suddenly, a face was hovering over hers. The person reached down and grabbed her arm, gently picking her up. Suddenly, now close up, she realized it was Jack Sparrow.
"No!" She screamed. She tried to run, but nearly collapsed again. Dots seemed to be impeding her view. Her eyesight was going fuzzy.
"You a have a knack for falling down, don't you luv?" Jack asked, lifting her easily into his arms.
"Let me go! I want to go home!" Jen shrieked. Despite the fact that her eyesight was nearly gone and that it seemed like someone had stuck cotton balls in her ears, her voice was still intact, and up to it's full volume.
"Can't luv. You wouldn't make it back to the town on your own, and I cannot bring you back, so you're stuck with old Jack." Her strength gone, Jen couldn't argue. Jack carried her back to the path. The others were waiting.
"Hurry up, Jack. We don't have all day." Snapped the female pirate.
"Unless you want to carry her, I suggest you hush, Anna Maria." Jack ordered through clenched teeth. Jen was vaguely aware of being placed in the center of a rowboat, and noted the rocking beneath her. Finally the blackness claimed her, and she sank down into a ball.
Jen opened her eyes slowly, one at a time. Where was she? This wasn't her room. Her head was pounding dully. The room about her seemed strange. A bed with white sheets and two white pillows. A nightstand beside the bed but nailed down. One wall of the room seemed to be rounded. The walls and floor were made of wood, and there was a steady, rhythmic creaking noise. There was a trunk in the corner, along with a table (nailed down) and a chair. All the furniture was plain and simple; some of it seemed very worn. Jen stood up and staggered. There was a rocking motion. The ship! She was on the ship! She raced for the door, grabbing the knob and flinging open the door. Well, that would have been nice. Jen rattled the doorknob. It wouldn't open. She pulled harder, twisting the knob frantically. It was locked. From the outside. Jen kicked the door.
"Jack Sparrow, you let me out of here right now! Captain Sparrow!" Captain Sparrow!" Suddenly, the floor underneath her seemed to be rolling again. Her senses were diminishing again. Unable to stand, Jen sank down onto the bed.
"Damn you Jack!" She shouted in rage, and then was gone into dreams.
"Good morning, luv." Jack greeted her, seeing her eyes open quickly.
"You!" Jen sputtered. "You locked my door! You locked me in!" Jen protested. Jack grinned, sitting down on the end of the bed.
"So I did. Couldn't have you running off the edge of the ship, luv. Had to do it. My apologies, Jen."
"How did you know my name?" Jen asked coldly.
"Your lovely sister Nicole."
"Ah. She always did have a mouth bigger than was for her own good." Jen snapped. Jack grinned wider, revealing his golden teeth.
"Quite the feisty one Jen." He remarked. She sat up, eyeing him icily.
"It's Miss Lanyen." Jen snarled. Jack cursed under his breath.
"Your just like Elizabeth." He groaned.
"I beg your pardon?" Jen asked.
" 'It's Miss Lanyen.' When I met Elizabeth Swann, she did the same thing. 'It's Miss Swann.' No gratitude, you lot of women from Port Royale." A flash of color caught Jen's eyes. She turned. There was a dress in the corner of the room. It looked familiar. Too familiar. And there, that was her underclothes in that heap.so what was she wearing? Jen glanced down, her cheeks blushing red furiously. Her heart was pounding. She looked down at her bare shoulders, and then twisted to look at her bareback. None of her clothes were on her.
"Where are my clothes, you presumptuous captain!" Jen raged. Jack was about to reply when suddenly he was slapped. Very hard across the face.
"That's less than you deserve."
"Than give me my blankets back." Jack demanded, slightly annoyed.
"No!" Jen snapped.
"My ship, my blankets, give them back." He ordered.
"No! I need them! Once you leave and I can get my clothes on you can have your bloody sheets! Anyway, why aren't my clothes on?" Jen asked.
"Because you were very intent on escaping, fell over the side of the stupid rowboat, and when we got you back on board you were soaked, luv. So yer' sister and Anna Maria got you out of the outer layer there. Now how the rest of your clothes abandoned you is not by my doing or my crew's doing. It must have been your own. But fine!" Jack answered. "But then I have to tell you the real story of Will and Elizabeth, savvy?" He demanded.
"All right." Jen retorted, scowling, her crossed arms keeping the blankets tightly around herself. Jack opened the door and left, shutting it tightly behind him.
"You can't keep me here!" She shouted after him.
"Yes I can!" Was the answer. Angry, Jen began to get dressed, still plotting against him.
Will Jen find a way to escape? Why is Jack keeping her? And what has Nicole been doing?! Sorry if the story isn't going smoothly yet, it's only my third fanfic, I'm still kind of new! So review and tell me what you think! Thanks!
Jen was being pulled quickly through alleys. She could hear the rhythmic march of the soldiers as they marched through the street. Jen stumbled as her feet caught on an uneven path. Before she could fall, the captain wrenched her up.
"Easy along there, luv. Don't want to be hurtin' yourself, savvy?" He asked grinning. Not sure of how to reply, Jen stayed silent. She realized that they were no longer on a real trail. Nor even in the city. They were hurrying along a path through the trees. Looking around in curiosity and a little panic, Jen saw nothing familiar. She turned to look for Nicole. Nicole and the female pirate were following behind, and Nicole's eyes were fixed on Jack, an angelic expression on her face. Suddenly, Jen tripped again. This time even the captain was caught off guard, and Jen was sent sprawling. Embarrassed, she quickly got up, wincing as she noticed red blood dripping onto the ground from a cut on her hand. She had also stained the rock that had cut her. She wiped her hand on her skirt. Suddenly, the captain grabbed her wrist, examining the cut. He moved her to the side of the path as the other two pirates and Nicole kept going. His eyes were narrowed, staring at it.
"You'll be fine, luv. I'll fix it when we get on the ship." He grabbed her arm again and began pulling her along. Intensely alert now, Jen spoke.
"Ship? What ship?" She asked. The captain grinned over his shoulder.
"So ya' found yer voice. Though you'd lost it. We're heading to my ship. The Black Pearl." Jen halted, jerking him with the sudden stop.
"The Black Pearl?" Jack turned.
"Aye."
"You.you're Captain Jack Sparrow! Captain of the Black Pearl!" Jen gasped. Jack grinned.
"Took ya that long?" Jen scowled.
"You're a vicious pirate! You kidnapped Elizabeth Swann, and nearly killed William Turner! We can't stay with you!" Jen ran towards Nicole and grabbed her arm, wrenching her free of the female pirate.
"Come on! We can't stay! He's the captain of the Black Pearl! He's dangerous!" Jen hissed, heading for the trees and dragging Nicole along.
"You're mad, Jen! That man, he seemed so nice!" Nicole laughed, turning around and beginning to walk in the other direction.
"We've got to get home, Nicole! He's Jack Sparrow, the captain of the Black Pearl! The most wanted pirate in the Caribbean! The price on his head is nearly more than Father makes in a year! Commodore Norrington has been searching for him for over a year. Think Nicole, we can't stay here." Jen argued. For a moment, she felt a wave of sadness. It had all been so exciting, the thrill of danger and rush of nearly being caught. Nicole turned to face her impatiently.
"Oh, come on Jenny, you said it yourself, Commodore Norrington is the biggest prick on the entire island! I'm going back! Port Royale was too boring for me anyway." Nicole began to walk back towards the pirates.
"Fine! But you're walking towards your death!" Jen snapped. In anger, she turned and tried to run. Instead, she hit something very hard and solid and fell to the ground. Lying on the ground, she kept her eyes closed; there was a splitting pain in her head. She opened her eyes. There was a large tree in front of her. She groaned. So much for a quick escape. Feeling dizzy and unsteady, she tried to stand. It resulted in her dropping to her knees. Her head wheeled, and she thought for a moment she'd vomit. She tried for a moment to crawl, but the ground seemed to be rolling underneath her. Finally, she gave in and lay still. Suddenly, a face was hovering over hers. The person reached down and grabbed her arm, gently picking her up. Suddenly, now close up, she realized it was Jack Sparrow.
"No!" She screamed. She tried to run, but nearly collapsed again. Dots seemed to be impeding her view. Her eyesight was going fuzzy.
"You a have a knack for falling down, don't you luv?" Jack asked, lifting her easily into his arms.
"Let me go! I want to go home!" Jen shrieked. Despite the fact that her eyesight was nearly gone and that it seemed like someone had stuck cotton balls in her ears, her voice was still intact, and up to it's full volume.
"Can't luv. You wouldn't make it back to the town on your own, and I cannot bring you back, so you're stuck with old Jack." Her strength gone, Jen couldn't argue. Jack carried her back to the path. The others were waiting.
"Hurry up, Jack. We don't have all day." Snapped the female pirate.
"Unless you want to carry her, I suggest you hush, Anna Maria." Jack ordered through clenched teeth. Jen was vaguely aware of being placed in the center of a rowboat, and noted the rocking beneath her. Finally the blackness claimed her, and she sank down into a ball.
Jen opened her eyes slowly, one at a time. Where was she? This wasn't her room. Her head was pounding dully. The room about her seemed strange. A bed with white sheets and two white pillows. A nightstand beside the bed but nailed down. One wall of the room seemed to be rounded. The walls and floor were made of wood, and there was a steady, rhythmic creaking noise. There was a trunk in the corner, along with a table (nailed down) and a chair. All the furniture was plain and simple; some of it seemed very worn. Jen stood up and staggered. There was a rocking motion. The ship! She was on the ship! She raced for the door, grabbing the knob and flinging open the door. Well, that would have been nice. Jen rattled the doorknob. It wouldn't open. She pulled harder, twisting the knob frantically. It was locked. From the outside. Jen kicked the door.
"Jack Sparrow, you let me out of here right now! Captain Sparrow!" Captain Sparrow!" Suddenly, the floor underneath her seemed to be rolling again. Her senses were diminishing again. Unable to stand, Jen sank down onto the bed.
"Damn you Jack!" She shouted in rage, and then was gone into dreams.
"Good morning, luv." Jack greeted her, seeing her eyes open quickly.
"You!" Jen sputtered. "You locked my door! You locked me in!" Jen protested. Jack grinned, sitting down on the end of the bed.
"So I did. Couldn't have you running off the edge of the ship, luv. Had to do it. My apologies, Jen."
"How did you know my name?" Jen asked coldly.
"Your lovely sister Nicole."
"Ah. She always did have a mouth bigger than was for her own good." Jen snapped. Jack grinned wider, revealing his golden teeth.
"Quite the feisty one Jen." He remarked. She sat up, eyeing him icily.
"It's Miss Lanyen." Jen snarled. Jack cursed under his breath.
"Your just like Elizabeth." He groaned.
"I beg your pardon?" Jen asked.
" 'It's Miss Lanyen.' When I met Elizabeth Swann, she did the same thing. 'It's Miss Swann.' No gratitude, you lot of women from Port Royale." A flash of color caught Jen's eyes. She turned. There was a dress in the corner of the room. It looked familiar. Too familiar. And there, that was her underclothes in that heap.so what was she wearing? Jen glanced down, her cheeks blushing red furiously. Her heart was pounding. She looked down at her bare shoulders, and then twisted to look at her bareback. None of her clothes were on her.
"Where are my clothes, you presumptuous captain!" Jen raged. Jack was about to reply when suddenly he was slapped. Very hard across the face.
"That's less than you deserve."
"Than give me my blankets back." Jack demanded, slightly annoyed.
"No!" Jen snapped.
"My ship, my blankets, give them back." He ordered.
"No! I need them! Once you leave and I can get my clothes on you can have your bloody sheets! Anyway, why aren't my clothes on?" Jen asked.
"Because you were very intent on escaping, fell over the side of the stupid rowboat, and when we got you back on board you were soaked, luv. So yer' sister and Anna Maria got you out of the outer layer there. Now how the rest of your clothes abandoned you is not by my doing or my crew's doing. It must have been your own. But fine!" Jack answered. "But then I have to tell you the real story of Will and Elizabeth, savvy?" He demanded.
"All right." Jen retorted, scowling, her crossed arms keeping the blankets tightly around herself. Jack opened the door and left, shutting it tightly behind him.
"You can't keep me here!" She shouted after him.
"Yes I can!" Was the answer. Angry, Jen began to get dressed, still plotting against him.
Will Jen find a way to escape? Why is Jack keeping her? And what has Nicole been doing?! Sorry if the story isn't going smoothly yet, it's only my third fanfic, I'm still kind of new! So review and tell me what you think! Thanks!
