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SuzzieQue- Lol, I was up one night thinking of the chapter and all the sudden it came to me; wouldn't Jack be happy if his son commandeered a ship? Thanks for the review!
Angyl-LOL!!! I can't imagine Jack being called Pookie...but the idea for a nickname was good! Now I need to think of a nickname...thanks for the idea and for the review!
LadyKaGoMe409-Thanks for the review!!!
Lady Bee-Thanks! I'll update soon!
Angie-I can't tell you what happens next! That ruins the fun! Oh well, thanks for the review!
Chapter 11- Misfortunes
Pearl, as soon as she saw Jack standing there, shivering and wet, she ran down the stairs and out the door. She lifted her night dress and ran right up to Jack.
"Jack! You're cold and wet! Oh, come inside!"
He didn't say anything, only nodded quickly and held his arms to his body to stay warm. As he began to walk forward, Pearl noticed he had a limp in his walk. She put her arm around his shoulder so he could use her as a crutch and helped him inside.
~*~*~*~
Jack sat on their couch with a warm cup of tea in his hand in front of a fire place in Pearl's room, with a warm quilt draped over his shoulders. Pearl gave him another blanket to put over his lap, which he gratefully accepted.
"Jack! Why are you here?! And...why are you wet?"
He took a long sip of tea and began his story.
~*~*~*~
By the time Jack had arrived in Port Royal, it was already beginning to get dark. Jack's father warned him to stay on land until it was dark so he wasn't discovered by any naval officers.
Jack was growing extremely impatient by this, but once Jack's father said he could get off the 'Pearl', he was so excited; he didn't know what he was doing. He instantly jumped off the ship, straight into the ocean below him.
"SON!" Jack's father screamed after him. "YOU JUMP ON THE DOCK, NOT IN THE OCEAN!"
Jack swam back up to the surface, spitting out all the water in his mouth. He climbed up onto the dock (Not an easy thing to do when wet, mind you) and ran. He didn't know WHERE he was running; he should've brought his father. But he remembered clearly what the house looked like; Big and white.
He searched for about an hour and couldn't find the house. Just as he was drying off, he was paying too close attention to looking for the house, not where he was stepping, and fell straight into a horse water trough.
"I swear, Pearl better be home." He muttered to himself.
"GET OUT OF MY WATER TROUGH!" A large man screamed at him. Jack began to get out of the trough, but the man didn't care and threw a large rock at Jack's right knee. Jack doubled over in pain and held his bleeding knee, as the man yelled at him again.
"AND KEEP OUT OF THERE! Kids these days don't know what they're doing!"
Jack took off his bandana, letting his long hair drape over his eyes, and wrapped it around his knee to keep the bleeding to a minimum. He clutched onto the walls with one hand and tried to walk. The pain was almost unbearable, but he was able to bear it, just thinking Pearl was within a walking distance.
Another hour later, he just reached the house and was about to pass out. His hair was matted with sweat, his knee was bleeding and the blood was running all down his leg, and he was still soaking wet. Jack limped up the long, dirt path leading up to the house, and found the window to Pearl's room. He threw little pebbles until Pearl heard, and he had never been as happy as when Pearl came down and out the house to see him.
~*~*~*~
When Jack was finished with the story, he took one big breath and fell back to the couch to lay down. He was exhausted, sweaty, bloody, wet and cold; no one could measure just how tired Jack was.
"Oh my goodness, Jack, you're bleeding??" Pearl asked concerned. Jack nodded and then groaned as he had to sit up and pull up his pant leg. When he did, Pearl gasped in horror. The knee was split open and still bleeding.
Pearl ran out of the room and came back with three things: Clean bandages, water and rum.
"Pearl, ye forgot something, love." Jack began. "I don't drink rum."
"That's not for drinking, Jack, we have to clean the cut."
"OH NO YE DON'T!" Jack yelled, jumping up off the couch and then up and down on his good leg.
"Shhh!! My parents are asleep, don't wake them! Jack, we have to clean it or else! Now come on, give me your leg."
"Pearl, please don't do this to me."
"Jack, you're a pirate! You've handled worse than a little sting."
Jack finally agreed (Not willingly, though) and sat down on the couch. Pearl lifted up his pant leg, grimacing at the cut again, and cleaned it first with cold water. Jack sat perfectly still.
Then Pearl reached for the rum and Jack slowly inched over to the other side of the couch. But Pearl wouldn't let him and grabbed his leg, pulling him back to wear he was originally sitting. She pulled the cork out of the bottle of rum and then poured some onto the cloth. She was about to dab his leg with the cloth, but she thought of something.
Pearl ran out of the room again and Jack thought he got lucky and didn't have to go through with the rum. But when Pearl came back, she had another cloth in her hand.
"What's that for?"
Without talking, she answered the question by shoving the cloth into his mouth. She then took the other rag and dabbed his knee with the rum. All you could hear was a soft, muffled scream.
~*~*~*~
"So, I commandeered the ship and sailed back to Port Royale."
"Wow..." Pearl said in amazement.
There was an awkward silence between them both when Pearl decided to ask the question that had been bothering her all night.
"So, Jack...why'd you come back?"
Jack fidgeted in his seat and swallowed nervously.
"Because...I missed ye."
Jack and Pearl both stared at each other suddenly when Jack started leaning in closer. They were a centimeter apart when there was a knock at the door.
Pearl frowned and got up to answer it.
"Pearl! This is my last offer, please, accept my last, final proposal of safety, money and love!" Thomas exclaimed, then kissed Pearl on the lips. He then dropped to the floor, kneeling on one knee and opened a little box, carrying a small, golden ring.
Pearl looked at him with both shock and extreme anger in her eyes. She then looked back at Jack, who looked equally just as angry.
"I better leave Pearl. It looks like ye'll be busy with this one here." He said, pointing to the odd man sitting on the ground. "And Pearl? Don't come looking for me. I'll be leaving. Oh, have a lovely wedding, with many fine years to come." He said painfully as he walked straight out the door and slammed it on his way out, not caring if Pearl's parents woke up or not.
Pearl looked at the slammed door, then at Thomas, and then at the door again as a single tear fell down her cheek.
A/N: Oh my goodness! Where did Jack run off to? What is Pearl going to do?! Why did Thomas propose again and not DIE like he said he would because we all LOATHE him with intense HATRED?!?! Stay tuned!
SuzzieQue- Lol, I was up one night thinking of the chapter and all the sudden it came to me; wouldn't Jack be happy if his son commandeered a ship? Thanks for the review!
Angyl-LOL!!! I can't imagine Jack being called Pookie...but the idea for a nickname was good! Now I need to think of a nickname...thanks for the idea and for the review!
LadyKaGoMe409-Thanks for the review!!!
Lady Bee-Thanks! I'll update soon!
Angie-I can't tell you what happens next! That ruins the fun! Oh well, thanks for the review!
Chapter 11- Misfortunes
Pearl, as soon as she saw Jack standing there, shivering and wet, she ran down the stairs and out the door. She lifted her night dress and ran right up to Jack.
"Jack! You're cold and wet! Oh, come inside!"
He didn't say anything, only nodded quickly and held his arms to his body to stay warm. As he began to walk forward, Pearl noticed he had a limp in his walk. She put her arm around his shoulder so he could use her as a crutch and helped him inside.
~*~*~*~
Jack sat on their couch with a warm cup of tea in his hand in front of a fire place in Pearl's room, with a warm quilt draped over his shoulders. Pearl gave him another blanket to put over his lap, which he gratefully accepted.
"Jack! Why are you here?! And...why are you wet?"
He took a long sip of tea and began his story.
~*~*~*~
By the time Jack had arrived in Port Royal, it was already beginning to get dark. Jack's father warned him to stay on land until it was dark so he wasn't discovered by any naval officers.
Jack was growing extremely impatient by this, but once Jack's father said he could get off the 'Pearl', he was so excited; he didn't know what he was doing. He instantly jumped off the ship, straight into the ocean below him.
"SON!" Jack's father screamed after him. "YOU JUMP ON THE DOCK, NOT IN THE OCEAN!"
Jack swam back up to the surface, spitting out all the water in his mouth. He climbed up onto the dock (Not an easy thing to do when wet, mind you) and ran. He didn't know WHERE he was running; he should've brought his father. But he remembered clearly what the house looked like; Big and white.
He searched for about an hour and couldn't find the house. Just as he was drying off, he was paying too close attention to looking for the house, not where he was stepping, and fell straight into a horse water trough.
"I swear, Pearl better be home." He muttered to himself.
"GET OUT OF MY WATER TROUGH!" A large man screamed at him. Jack began to get out of the trough, but the man didn't care and threw a large rock at Jack's right knee. Jack doubled over in pain and held his bleeding knee, as the man yelled at him again.
"AND KEEP OUT OF THERE! Kids these days don't know what they're doing!"
Jack took off his bandana, letting his long hair drape over his eyes, and wrapped it around his knee to keep the bleeding to a minimum. He clutched onto the walls with one hand and tried to walk. The pain was almost unbearable, but he was able to bear it, just thinking Pearl was within a walking distance.
Another hour later, he just reached the house and was about to pass out. His hair was matted with sweat, his knee was bleeding and the blood was running all down his leg, and he was still soaking wet. Jack limped up the long, dirt path leading up to the house, and found the window to Pearl's room. He threw little pebbles until Pearl heard, and he had never been as happy as when Pearl came down and out the house to see him.
~*~*~*~
When Jack was finished with the story, he took one big breath and fell back to the couch to lay down. He was exhausted, sweaty, bloody, wet and cold; no one could measure just how tired Jack was.
"Oh my goodness, Jack, you're bleeding??" Pearl asked concerned. Jack nodded and then groaned as he had to sit up and pull up his pant leg. When he did, Pearl gasped in horror. The knee was split open and still bleeding.
Pearl ran out of the room and came back with three things: Clean bandages, water and rum.
"Pearl, ye forgot something, love." Jack began. "I don't drink rum."
"That's not for drinking, Jack, we have to clean the cut."
"OH NO YE DON'T!" Jack yelled, jumping up off the couch and then up and down on his good leg.
"Shhh!! My parents are asleep, don't wake them! Jack, we have to clean it or else! Now come on, give me your leg."
"Pearl, please don't do this to me."
"Jack, you're a pirate! You've handled worse than a little sting."
Jack finally agreed (Not willingly, though) and sat down on the couch. Pearl lifted up his pant leg, grimacing at the cut again, and cleaned it first with cold water. Jack sat perfectly still.
Then Pearl reached for the rum and Jack slowly inched over to the other side of the couch. But Pearl wouldn't let him and grabbed his leg, pulling him back to wear he was originally sitting. She pulled the cork out of the bottle of rum and then poured some onto the cloth. She was about to dab his leg with the cloth, but she thought of something.
Pearl ran out of the room again and Jack thought he got lucky and didn't have to go through with the rum. But when Pearl came back, she had another cloth in her hand.
"What's that for?"
Without talking, she answered the question by shoving the cloth into his mouth. She then took the other rag and dabbed his knee with the rum. All you could hear was a soft, muffled scream.
~*~*~*~
"So, I commandeered the ship and sailed back to Port Royale."
"Wow..." Pearl said in amazement.
There was an awkward silence between them both when Pearl decided to ask the question that had been bothering her all night.
"So, Jack...why'd you come back?"
Jack fidgeted in his seat and swallowed nervously.
"Because...I missed ye."
Jack and Pearl both stared at each other suddenly when Jack started leaning in closer. They were a centimeter apart when there was a knock at the door.
Pearl frowned and got up to answer it.
"Pearl! This is my last offer, please, accept my last, final proposal of safety, money and love!" Thomas exclaimed, then kissed Pearl on the lips. He then dropped to the floor, kneeling on one knee and opened a little box, carrying a small, golden ring.
Pearl looked at him with both shock and extreme anger in her eyes. She then looked back at Jack, who looked equally just as angry.
"I better leave Pearl. It looks like ye'll be busy with this one here." He said, pointing to the odd man sitting on the ground. "And Pearl? Don't come looking for me. I'll be leaving. Oh, have a lovely wedding, with many fine years to come." He said painfully as he walked straight out the door and slammed it on his way out, not caring if Pearl's parents woke up or not.
Pearl looked at the slammed door, then at Thomas, and then at the door again as a single tear fell down her cheek.
A/N: Oh my goodness! Where did Jack run off to? What is Pearl going to do?! Why did Thomas propose again and not DIE like he said he would because we all LOATHE him with intense HATRED?!?! Stay tuned!
