Elizabeth looked next to her. No one, she was alone. She had
hear the whip and wondered if it had hit Katherine or Pearl. She heard the
splashes that fallowed. They could be dead or alive, on an island or at the
bottom of the blue Caribbean Sea. Elizabeth knew one thing. She had given
up her hope. They were stopped again.
"We're here." Elizabeth whispered as she looked out of the whole in the ship.
"Isla de Muerta." Ana-Maria sighed.
"Why?" Elizabeth turned around.
"The alter of the dead is here." Gibbs shrugged, "A lot of things are here. No other place is this secretive. Captain Sparrow prefers to keep things secretive."
"They only have me." Elizabeth shrugged.
"Captain's waitin'." A pirate from Cook's crew had come down.
"For what?" Elizabeth lifted a brow.
"Your daughter."
"You navy boys." Davy shook his head. "Too proper in stance, here you live or die." The two boys were practicing with their swords. Emma had become engulfed with it. Her father had taught a little to her brother, and she often found father practicing early in the morning, before the sun had risen. Davy was less in his form but quick in speed, Jack was all about the form but lacked the speed. The lack caused him a few hits on the hands. They took up their fighting stances, again. Their swords clashed against the other. Davy won again. Both boys smiled and put away their swords. Davy walked over to Emma. Jack went down into the decks, probably to see Katherine.
"You want to try?" He smiled warmly at her. Emma gave a little blush.
"No thank you." Emma sighed, though her heart told her to say yes. "I don't have a sword."
"I can get you one." Davy shrugged handing her his sword.
"I couldn't." Emma looked at the sword with aw.
"I wont take no for an answer." Davy lifted Emma off her feet, and walked over to where he and Jack had been. He stood behind her putting her feet into place. "You need some trousers." Emma stared at him wide eyed, but Davy just ignored it. "Now you want to bend your knees for easy movement and more speed. You block like this and attack like this."
"I thought stance wasn't important." Emma asked looking at him, his face centimeters from hers.
"At a point, love." Davy whispered. He grabbed a sword from the side where it had been laying. "Are you ready?" Emma gave a nervous nod. His first attack was easy to block. The next one came and she had trouble blocking it but she did. "You're a natural!" Davy complemented her.
"Naturally darling!" Emma laughed, as she blocked the next one. The sword became easier to carry and hold. The movement in the air became swifter. He attacked again, but she missed, and it cut open her hand. A little blood came trickling out. She dropped her sword and looked at her hand. Davy came over to her.
"I'm sorry." Davy whispered. Emma just smiled, it had hurt but him being close to her was worth it.
"I'm fine." Emma whispered back as he took her hand in his. Davy wiped the blood from her hand.
"Come below, I'll wrap it for you." Davy smiled. He led her downstairs into the crew's quarters. The door swung open.
"Hello love." Jessy smiled. She looked down at Emma's hand. "You'll get used to it." Jessy walked away, smiling trying to hold in a giggle. Davy led Emma into the room. She sat down on a bed. Davy tore a sheet off of a bed. He started to wrap her hand. She pulled away from his rough hands against her soft.
"Sorry." Davy whispered.
"Its fine." Emma shrugged, as she watched him finish up. Davy looked into her deep brown eyes. Their gazed held for a moment. They started to inch in little by little.
"Am I interrupting something?" Pearl burst through the doors. Davy and Emma pulled away.
"No, Mr. Sparrow was fixing a wound I received while sword practice." Emma answered quickly as she got up from the bed. "Thank you." She looked at Davy and walked out. Pearl smiled at her younger brother.
"I pity you, Mr. Sparrow." She smiled wickedly.
"Why?" He asked lying on his bed, but his sister just shook her head and went back up on deck.
Katherine lied on her bed, her back facing upwards, and her head hurting like hell. She had drunk a little too many rum bottles while on the island the day before. Katherine sighed her back began to hurt. She closed her eyes, his face smiling at her while he gave her another lash. It was horrible too horrible. No one should ever go through that. She began to feel sick. The ingredient of the rum was surely what was the matter with her. She slowly moved to the side of her bed, and looked into the bucket, and relieved herself for the short period of time. She crawled back into her bed. Never would she drink again or her feet would never leave land. Katherine closed her eyes. The door creaked open. It was probably Emma to change her bandages. The person walked over to the bed, and Katherine opened her eyes, it was Jack!
"Jack," Katherine said quickly. "I wasn't excepting you."
"I wanted to see if you were doing well." Jack smiled at her, and sat down in the chair.
"I'm fine." Katherine smiled, trying to get up, and then failing.
"You need help?" Jack rushed over to her and helped her sit up. He sat next to her on the bed. "Katherine I want to talk about..." Jack's voice faded as he looked at the ring. Katherine smiled again.
"I told you," Katherine leaned her head on his shoulder. "I want to marry you, and only you." He turned to face her. "I love you."
"Katherine," Jack smile turned warm and comforting. Katherine's heart melted, "I love you, more than life." He tilted her chin up and kissed her. She didn't care she was wearing a flimsy dress, and gashes in her back were ripping. It all seemed to go away. His kiss became deeper. He went to her neck. She lay back on the bed, and he came with her.
"I love you." She whispered.
The night air was fresh and silent. They were in the boat graveyard, so to speak. Jessy stared at the dead boats that were on the rocks or underwater. No one talked no one moved all they could do was stare. Jessy turned away from the sight to go look for her mother. Silently she crept down into the cabins, and opened her mother's door.
"Why haven't you told her?" Norrington asked her mother, and Jessy just listened from the doorway.
"Same reason you didn't tell Katherine or James." Jane crossed her arms. "Don't wanting your kids knowing their pirates."
"They are also your children." He glared from his seat. "Don't want Jessica knowing she's a half actual person? That is her name, am I correct?" Jessy flinched at her full name.
"Actual?" Jane shouted. "You mean normal, like you, your stuck up prissy little fancy world of common life?"
"If you have such a downside to my life then why did you marry me, and have Katherine and James and Jessica? Why did you leave" Norrington sighed. Jane closed her mouth. Jessy was trying to get this through her head. Was Norrington her father? How, everyone knew he hated pirates and killed almost everyone he saw. Then again he was on a ship manned by pirates. It took Jane a while to reconnect.
"I was sick of that life." She said quietly. "I wanted my freedom."
"Freedom?" Norrington raised his brows. "Certainly, Mrs. Norrington you mean you wanted to become a pirate again, then Mr. Sparrow didn't show up what did you do? You stayed in Tourtuga and had Jessy there than on a pirate ship like you wanted."
"I resent what I did," Jane sighed, "I should've stayed with you until I had Jessy."
"What?" Jessy shouted. She couldn't stand not being noticed any more, both of them looked at her. "You're my father?" Jessy looked at Norrington, and then looked at both of them. "You're still married?" It seemed that Jessy was more shocked that they were still married, since he had called her Mrs. Norrington rather than Ms. Jane.
"Jessy listen, I didn't want that life for you." Jane came to her daughter. "I would want someone to share my life with, and your stubborn father said it would be best for the children to grow up in a society where they wouldn't be branded as thieves and then choose their lives, what they wanted."
"So you're still married?" Jessy wanted to get that out of the way.
"Yes," Her mother nodded slowly, "funny how things are."
"You're my father?" Jessy wandered over to Norrington. He nodded, and she did something that she had never done before. Jessy fell into Norrington's arms and hugged him. "Hello daddy."
"We're here." Elizabeth whispered as she looked out of the whole in the ship.
"Isla de Muerta." Ana-Maria sighed.
"Why?" Elizabeth turned around.
"The alter of the dead is here." Gibbs shrugged, "A lot of things are here. No other place is this secretive. Captain Sparrow prefers to keep things secretive."
"They only have me." Elizabeth shrugged.
"Captain's waitin'." A pirate from Cook's crew had come down.
"For what?" Elizabeth lifted a brow.
"Your daughter."
"You navy boys." Davy shook his head. "Too proper in stance, here you live or die." The two boys were practicing with their swords. Emma had become engulfed with it. Her father had taught a little to her brother, and she often found father practicing early in the morning, before the sun had risen. Davy was less in his form but quick in speed, Jack was all about the form but lacked the speed. The lack caused him a few hits on the hands. They took up their fighting stances, again. Their swords clashed against the other. Davy won again. Both boys smiled and put away their swords. Davy walked over to Emma. Jack went down into the decks, probably to see Katherine.
"You want to try?" He smiled warmly at her. Emma gave a little blush.
"No thank you." Emma sighed, though her heart told her to say yes. "I don't have a sword."
"I can get you one." Davy shrugged handing her his sword.
"I couldn't." Emma looked at the sword with aw.
"I wont take no for an answer." Davy lifted Emma off her feet, and walked over to where he and Jack had been. He stood behind her putting her feet into place. "You need some trousers." Emma stared at him wide eyed, but Davy just ignored it. "Now you want to bend your knees for easy movement and more speed. You block like this and attack like this."
"I thought stance wasn't important." Emma asked looking at him, his face centimeters from hers.
"At a point, love." Davy whispered. He grabbed a sword from the side where it had been laying. "Are you ready?" Emma gave a nervous nod. His first attack was easy to block. The next one came and she had trouble blocking it but she did. "You're a natural!" Davy complemented her.
"Naturally darling!" Emma laughed, as she blocked the next one. The sword became easier to carry and hold. The movement in the air became swifter. He attacked again, but she missed, and it cut open her hand. A little blood came trickling out. She dropped her sword and looked at her hand. Davy came over to her.
"I'm sorry." Davy whispered. Emma just smiled, it had hurt but him being close to her was worth it.
"I'm fine." Emma whispered back as he took her hand in his. Davy wiped the blood from her hand.
"Come below, I'll wrap it for you." Davy smiled. He led her downstairs into the crew's quarters. The door swung open.
"Hello love." Jessy smiled. She looked down at Emma's hand. "You'll get used to it." Jessy walked away, smiling trying to hold in a giggle. Davy led Emma into the room. She sat down on a bed. Davy tore a sheet off of a bed. He started to wrap her hand. She pulled away from his rough hands against her soft.
"Sorry." Davy whispered.
"Its fine." Emma shrugged, as she watched him finish up. Davy looked into her deep brown eyes. Their gazed held for a moment. They started to inch in little by little.
"Am I interrupting something?" Pearl burst through the doors. Davy and Emma pulled away.
"No, Mr. Sparrow was fixing a wound I received while sword practice." Emma answered quickly as she got up from the bed. "Thank you." She looked at Davy and walked out. Pearl smiled at her younger brother.
"I pity you, Mr. Sparrow." She smiled wickedly.
"Why?" He asked lying on his bed, but his sister just shook her head and went back up on deck.
Katherine lied on her bed, her back facing upwards, and her head hurting like hell. She had drunk a little too many rum bottles while on the island the day before. Katherine sighed her back began to hurt. She closed her eyes, his face smiling at her while he gave her another lash. It was horrible too horrible. No one should ever go through that. She began to feel sick. The ingredient of the rum was surely what was the matter with her. She slowly moved to the side of her bed, and looked into the bucket, and relieved herself for the short period of time. She crawled back into her bed. Never would she drink again or her feet would never leave land. Katherine closed her eyes. The door creaked open. It was probably Emma to change her bandages. The person walked over to the bed, and Katherine opened her eyes, it was Jack!
"Jack," Katherine said quickly. "I wasn't excepting you."
"I wanted to see if you were doing well." Jack smiled at her, and sat down in the chair.
"I'm fine." Katherine smiled, trying to get up, and then failing.
"You need help?" Jack rushed over to her and helped her sit up. He sat next to her on the bed. "Katherine I want to talk about..." Jack's voice faded as he looked at the ring. Katherine smiled again.
"I told you," Katherine leaned her head on his shoulder. "I want to marry you, and only you." He turned to face her. "I love you."
"Katherine," Jack smile turned warm and comforting. Katherine's heart melted, "I love you, more than life." He tilted her chin up and kissed her. She didn't care she was wearing a flimsy dress, and gashes in her back were ripping. It all seemed to go away. His kiss became deeper. He went to her neck. She lay back on the bed, and he came with her.
"I love you." She whispered.
The night air was fresh and silent. They were in the boat graveyard, so to speak. Jessy stared at the dead boats that were on the rocks or underwater. No one talked no one moved all they could do was stare. Jessy turned away from the sight to go look for her mother. Silently she crept down into the cabins, and opened her mother's door.
"Why haven't you told her?" Norrington asked her mother, and Jessy just listened from the doorway.
"Same reason you didn't tell Katherine or James." Jane crossed her arms. "Don't wanting your kids knowing their pirates."
"They are also your children." He glared from his seat. "Don't want Jessica knowing she's a half actual person? That is her name, am I correct?" Jessy flinched at her full name.
"Actual?" Jane shouted. "You mean normal, like you, your stuck up prissy little fancy world of common life?"
"If you have such a downside to my life then why did you marry me, and have Katherine and James and Jessica? Why did you leave" Norrington sighed. Jane closed her mouth. Jessy was trying to get this through her head. Was Norrington her father? How, everyone knew he hated pirates and killed almost everyone he saw. Then again he was on a ship manned by pirates. It took Jane a while to reconnect.
"I was sick of that life." She said quietly. "I wanted my freedom."
"Freedom?" Norrington raised his brows. "Certainly, Mrs. Norrington you mean you wanted to become a pirate again, then Mr. Sparrow didn't show up what did you do? You stayed in Tourtuga and had Jessy there than on a pirate ship like you wanted."
"I resent what I did," Jane sighed, "I should've stayed with you until I had Jessy."
"What?" Jessy shouted. She couldn't stand not being noticed any more, both of them looked at her. "You're my father?" Jessy looked at Norrington, and then looked at both of them. "You're still married?" It seemed that Jessy was more shocked that they were still married, since he had called her Mrs. Norrington rather than Ms. Jane.
"Jessy listen, I didn't want that life for you." Jane came to her daughter. "I would want someone to share my life with, and your stubborn father said it would be best for the children to grow up in a society where they wouldn't be branded as thieves and then choose their lives, what they wanted."
"So you're still married?" Jessy wanted to get that out of the way.
"Yes," Her mother nodded slowly, "funny how things are."
"You're my father?" Jessy wandered over to Norrington. He nodded, and she did something that she had never done before. Jessy fell into Norrington's arms and hugged him. "Hello daddy."