Amanda paced her small cell. Jack had been asleep for two days and hadn't woken up. She had cleaned him up and gladly discovered that the only wound was on his left arm. Jagged knife scars lined the inside of it as if someone had just ran their- she stopped. It was too gruesome to even think about.
A skimpy pirate ran his dirty mop over the floor. The bucket with tar in it slid across the floor because of the rocking of the ship and hit the cell bars. A few drops of the black liquid hit her dress from the impact. He laughed evilly.
"If you ask real nice, maybe the captain will give you a new dress. One that ain't so dirty." He laughed again as she grabbed the cell bars in frustration.
"You'll kill him if he stays here!" She gripped the bars as if they might break away in her grasp.
"Good! More power to 'im!" He leaned against his mop but quickly started to slop the tar on the floor again when Koehler walked in.
"Well, 'ow are our two little jail birds today, eh?" When Amanda or Jack didn't answer, he scowled and continued. "The captain was feeling a little gracious today so you get food. But only enough for one." He motioned for the other pirate to give them a bowl of soup and a piece of bread. Amanda took them gladly and waited for the two to leave before she turned to Jack. She hated to wake him but he needed to eat.
"Jack, wake up." She shook him gently. His eyes remained shut but he muttered something.
"Just five more minutes, Essy." She pushed away the thought of who "Essy" was and shook him again.
"Wake up." He painfully opened his eyes and moaned.
"Tell me I'm not locked up in my own ship."
"Can't help you there, Jack." He grimaced and got up enough to lean against the wall.
"Did they leave us any food?" He inspected the bandage on his left arm.
"Yes. Here's yours." She handed him the bread and bowl and sat down in front of him.
"Well, at least they haven't killed us yet, or worse." His coal-lined eyes stared straight at her, intense and focused. Unable to hold his gaze, she looked down. "Am I correct in saying so luv?"
"Yes, they only hurt your arm." She fiddled with the hem of her dress until he picked up the bowl of soup. He began to eat it without making noise. "Jack, if you don't mind me asking, why did they take your ship?" He continued eating and she almost thought that he hadn't heard her.
"I can't answer you there luv. Maybe Barbossa is jealous of my charm?" He smiled a bit until Amanda laughed at him.
"Oh, that I'm sure is the reason!" They both laughed and Jack finished his soup.
"I'm tired luv. I think I'll go back to sleep now." He set the bowl on the bench next to him and stretched out on the hard floor. "Blasted floor! It hurts my neck to lie down." He attempted to get up but Amanda stopped him.
"Here, let me." She scooted to behind him and placed his head in her lap. "How's that." He smiled and moved his head around a bit. "Sleep now, Jack." She placed a hand on his chest as he closed his eyes. She heard a small noise like someone had hit one of the cell bars.
"Well, well. What have we here? Lovebirds in my jail?" She began to stroke Jack's hair with her free hand and ignored the wimpy voice of Barbossa.
"You don't scare me, First Mate."
"I could let you die in here, or you could come back to my cabin. It's your decision."
"The only way you can have me is if you forsake Jack on an island." She stroked his hair faster.
"Oh my pet, that can be arranged." He laughed and left the cell.
'Oh Lord, what have I done?'