A.N.: I don't own anything except Jessica and everything else you don't recognize. I luv Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom. Yay Pirates! Well, read away and review::::::::::::::
Usually the window gave a beautiful view of the ocean but from what Jessica could see, there was nothing beautiful about it now. There were women screaming, guns firing and the occasional sound of a sword coming in contact with another sword.
"Pirates." Jessica whispered excitedly. She grabbed a sword off the wall and put a few shots in the pistol she had been playing with. She looked down to realize she was in a dress.
"Bloody Hell, I have to change." Jessica said. She changed faster than lightning, throwing on a men's shirt and pants. She tied her hair back with a piece of cloth and ran down the hall. She was just about to open the door when somebody grabbed her wrist. She turned around to see the face of a pirate.
"Ello luv. What's a pretty lil thing like you doing with a sword?" The man said, his speech slurred. Jessica would never admit it to anyone, but she was scared. The pirate was young, maybe in his 20's, but she was terrified. Her eyes scanned the room for her mother.
"Lookin for ye mother? Ye won't find her." The man said.
"What happened to her?!" Jessica yelled. She knew…her mother was dead, and the last thing she said to her was Ugh.
"Got shot. Wasn't on purpose. Runnin to yer room I spose. Shot came through the wall." He said.
"Oh…" Jessica fainted. She fell onto her sword, cutting herself in the stomach.
"What do ye think we gonna do with her Cap'n?" Gibbs said. He and Captain Jack Sparrow were sitting in his room, discussing the young girl who had been taken aboard the Black Pearl.
"Honestly I couldn't tell ye mate." Jack said. "Where's James?" Jack asked, referring to the man who had taken the girl aboard. He was a new crew member and it had been his first trip to Tortuga.
"I'll go get him." Gibbs walked out of the room. Jack walked over to his bed, where the girl was sleeping. They were still docked at the harbor in Tortuga; Jack had planned to stay there two days, to give the crewmembers a break. The girl stirred. She moaned.
"What?" Jack said, raising an eyebrow. He took the blanket off the girl, to find caked blood on the shirt.
"Damn." Jack said. He cut around the blood on the shirt. She had been cut on the stomach, it wasn't deep, but it was long and it definitely looked painful. Jack went to get some water to wash her stomach off.
"Stay still luv." Jack said, taking a cloth and wiping the blood off. The girl winced in her sleep and went to sit up.
"Ah, wouldn't suggest ye do that missy." Jack said pushing her back down. Gibbs walked in with James at that very moment.
"What ye need Captain?" James asked.
"Got herself cut on her stomach, get me some bandages or something." Jack said, pointing his hand towards a cabinet that held first aid things. James went to the cabinet and pulled out some cloth.
"Must've run out of bandages then." Jack said tying the cloth around the girl's stomach. She groaned. Jack got up and sat down at his desk.
"What happened with the girl James?" Jack asked narrowing his eyes at the boy. James had only been on deck about 3 weeks and Jack didn't entirely trust him.
"Went into her house, thought there was another floor to the bar. She comes runnin down the hall with a sword and a pistol. Don't see me. So I catch her wrist and ask her what she had a sword for. She asked what happened to her mother." James said.
"What happened to her mother?" Gibbs asked.
"Got shot. Came through the wall. Very thin walls. Mighta come through the window. When I tol her what happened she fainted onto her sword. Thought she missed it." James said.
"Thankee James." Jack said, nodding for the boy to leave and continue his work on deck.
"We have to wake the girl up Captain." Gibbs said once James was gone.
"I know, give her a while to sleep." Jack said, wondering why he cared so much.
If I get 5 more reviews ill update the next chapter…Thanks to my first 2 reviewers. I still don't know if I should continue…Tell me in your reviews.