A/N: Second chapter is here. Yay!
Disclaimer: I only own the dvd.
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"Jack isn't gonna like this, Gibbs."
The first mate nodded his agreement as he watched the newest member of the Black Pearl crew take a young woman below deck.
"Best for young Fowler to find that out for 'imself, Anamaria. Jack will be dealin' with 'im soon enough."
Anamaria didn't respond. She had thought every crew member knew that kidnapping was strictly against the code. Maybe not the pirate's code. But it was against Captain Jack Sparrow's code. Fowler would find that out very quick.
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Jack was blissfully unaware of the fact that one of his crew members had kidnapped a young woman and was, at this moment, relishing in his recent victory. Very little blood had been spilled, something that pleased Jack. He wasn't a murderer. The other crew had given in fairly quickly and, after looting the cargo holds, Jack had sent them on their merry little way. Not before replacing their British flag with his own, though.
He was now sifting through the aforementioned cargo, keeping what was of value and trying to decide what to do with the rest. He threw a particularly heavy object over his shoulder and was quickly treated to the sound of a voice behind him.
"Be careful, Jack. Ye almost hit me on the head with that thing."
Jack turned around to see Anamaria, hands on hips, looking every bit as angry as she had when he returned to Tortuga without her boat.
"Do ye not know how to knock, luv?"
Anamaria ignored the question and stuck to the task that Gibbs had given her.
"Jack, we have a problem. Fowler."
Jack rolled his eyes as he turned back to the cargo. Anamaria had been against Fowler from the moment he had come on board three months ago.
"What is it this time?" he asked.
Never one to beat around the bush, Anamaria just informed her captain of the situation in a rather blunt way.
"Fowler took a girl from the ship we just raided. A young woman."
She watched as Jack's back suddenly went rigid. Slowly, he turned to her and the fire in his dark eyes made her very glad that she was not Fowler.
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"She ain't for me, Captain. I brought her along for ye."
Kathleen slowly opened her eyes as the angry voices came closer. Where was she? Why did her head hurt so badly? Memories flooded her mind and she groaned. She was captured by a pirate, who had obviously deposited her in a room normally used for storage. Struggling to sit up, she realized her hands and feet had been bound. Meanwhile, the voices came ever closer.
"'Tisn't somethin' ye should've done, lad. The captain doesn't like this sort of thing."
"But she's a gift!"
A gift? She was a gift? Kathleen's temper quickly flared. She was no gift, no object to be given away. A different voice, somewhat slurred and, it seemed, much angrier than the other two, joined the conversation.
"That's enough out of ye, Fowler! Keep yer filthy mouth shut!"
Whoever owned the voice seemed to have quite a bit of authority, for the man known as Fowler fell silent. Kathleen held her breath as footsteps neared her location. She heard a key turn in the lock and then the door opened, admitting the pirate who had kidnapped her, a rather old pirate with scraggly sideburns, and a pirate who looked, well, rather odd. His dark hair hung around him in long dreadlocks, decorated with beads. He wore a tri-cornered hat and, underneath that, a red bandana. His eyes were a deep brown, outlined with kohl. When he began walking towards her, she was hard pressed not to laugh. Was the man drunk? Another glimpse into his eyes assured Kathleen that he was not. But he was very angry.
"What be yer name, lass?" he questioned her. For a moment, Kathleen thought of refusing to give her name, but that wouldn't improve her situation any.
"Kathleen Thomas," she said and instantly winced. Apparently, her abductor had left quite a bruise on her face. It hurt terribly to speak. The pirate must've noticed her wince, for he inched closer, inspecting her face. Though it didn't seem possible, his eyes grew even darker and he turned back to the other two men.
"Fowler, beatin' women is not the quickest way to win me approval," he said quietly. Kathleen shivered at his tone. She almost preferred the yelling.
"She kicked me, Captain," protested Fowler. Captain? This man was a captain? He didn't exactly look like a pirate captain to Kathleen. Where was his long beard? His hook? His wooden leg and eye patch? His parrot?
The man Fowler called 'captain' turned back to Kathleen and, in spite of her urge to shrink back against the wall, she remained perfectly still. What would a pirate captain do to a woman who had hurt one of his crew?
"Did ye kick him?" he asked, squinting at her thoughtfully. Anger rose up in her at the memory, along with a little pride, and she looked the captain in the eyes, her own emerald orbs flashing.
"Just as hard as I could," she replied. The captain stared at her for a moment and Kathleen could've sworn she saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes. But he soon turned back to his crew members.
"Fowler, ye'll be stayin' in the brig for the rest of this little journey. Gibbs, take him down and lock him up."
"Aye, captain," said the elderly man, putting a hand on Fowler's shoulder. Fowler quickly shrugged it off.
"I ain't goin' nowhere!" he yelled and started towards the door. Quick as lightning, the captain moved in front of him, his sword pressed to the larger man's neck.
"Ye'll go where I say go and ye'll do what I tell ye, or ye can die right here. Savvy?"
Kathleen watched as the bigger man's anger was slowly replaced by fear. He allowed himself to be led away by the man called Gibbs. The captain turned back to her and sheathed his sword.
"Well, that was interesting," he said. Kathleen blinked. Interesting? That was an odd choice of words. He started towards her and reached out, making Kathleen flinch.
"Don't worry, lass. I've no intention of harmin' ye. Just need to look at that head of yours."
Her head? Oh, the place where Fowler had hit her. Though she didn't want to be touched by a pirate, she allowed him to take a look at it. He examined it for a bit, then took a look at her face.
"Nothin' we can do for the bruise on your cheek, luv, but we'll need to bandage the other one. It's bleedin'. Can ye stand up?"
"Of course I can," she replied. The captain untied her bonds and stepped back, signaling for her to stand. Very slowly, she pushed herself up. But no matter how slow she went, the darkness threatened to claim her again. What did Fowler hit her with, a club? Through her blurry vision, she saw the captain lunge for her as she began to fall again.
"I can do it," she protested meekly as he lifted her up in his arms like a child.
"Sure ye can, luv. Sure ye can."
They were the last words she heard.
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Next chapter: Kathleen gets to know Jack. Please review, but keep in mind that all flames will be used to light a bonfire on a deserted island containing only myself, Captain Jack Sparrow and an endless supply of rum.
Disclaimer: I only own the dvd.
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"Jack isn't gonna like this, Gibbs."
The first mate nodded his agreement as he watched the newest member of the Black Pearl crew take a young woman below deck.
"Best for young Fowler to find that out for 'imself, Anamaria. Jack will be dealin' with 'im soon enough."
Anamaria didn't respond. She had thought every crew member knew that kidnapping was strictly against the code. Maybe not the pirate's code. But it was against Captain Jack Sparrow's code. Fowler would find that out very quick.
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Jack was blissfully unaware of the fact that one of his crew members had kidnapped a young woman and was, at this moment, relishing in his recent victory. Very little blood had been spilled, something that pleased Jack. He wasn't a murderer. The other crew had given in fairly quickly and, after looting the cargo holds, Jack had sent them on their merry little way. Not before replacing their British flag with his own, though.
He was now sifting through the aforementioned cargo, keeping what was of value and trying to decide what to do with the rest. He threw a particularly heavy object over his shoulder and was quickly treated to the sound of a voice behind him.
"Be careful, Jack. Ye almost hit me on the head with that thing."
Jack turned around to see Anamaria, hands on hips, looking every bit as angry as she had when he returned to Tortuga without her boat.
"Do ye not know how to knock, luv?"
Anamaria ignored the question and stuck to the task that Gibbs had given her.
"Jack, we have a problem. Fowler."
Jack rolled his eyes as he turned back to the cargo. Anamaria had been against Fowler from the moment he had come on board three months ago.
"What is it this time?" he asked.
Never one to beat around the bush, Anamaria just informed her captain of the situation in a rather blunt way.
"Fowler took a girl from the ship we just raided. A young woman."
She watched as Jack's back suddenly went rigid. Slowly, he turned to her and the fire in his dark eyes made her very glad that she was not Fowler.
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"She ain't for me, Captain. I brought her along for ye."
Kathleen slowly opened her eyes as the angry voices came closer. Where was she? Why did her head hurt so badly? Memories flooded her mind and she groaned. She was captured by a pirate, who had obviously deposited her in a room normally used for storage. Struggling to sit up, she realized her hands and feet had been bound. Meanwhile, the voices came ever closer.
"'Tisn't somethin' ye should've done, lad. The captain doesn't like this sort of thing."
"But she's a gift!"
A gift? She was a gift? Kathleen's temper quickly flared. She was no gift, no object to be given away. A different voice, somewhat slurred and, it seemed, much angrier than the other two, joined the conversation.
"That's enough out of ye, Fowler! Keep yer filthy mouth shut!"
Whoever owned the voice seemed to have quite a bit of authority, for the man known as Fowler fell silent. Kathleen held her breath as footsteps neared her location. She heard a key turn in the lock and then the door opened, admitting the pirate who had kidnapped her, a rather old pirate with scraggly sideburns, and a pirate who looked, well, rather odd. His dark hair hung around him in long dreadlocks, decorated with beads. He wore a tri-cornered hat and, underneath that, a red bandana. His eyes were a deep brown, outlined with kohl. When he began walking towards her, she was hard pressed not to laugh. Was the man drunk? Another glimpse into his eyes assured Kathleen that he was not. But he was very angry.
"What be yer name, lass?" he questioned her. For a moment, Kathleen thought of refusing to give her name, but that wouldn't improve her situation any.
"Kathleen Thomas," she said and instantly winced. Apparently, her abductor had left quite a bruise on her face. It hurt terribly to speak. The pirate must've noticed her wince, for he inched closer, inspecting her face. Though it didn't seem possible, his eyes grew even darker and he turned back to the other two men.
"Fowler, beatin' women is not the quickest way to win me approval," he said quietly. Kathleen shivered at his tone. She almost preferred the yelling.
"She kicked me, Captain," protested Fowler. Captain? This man was a captain? He didn't exactly look like a pirate captain to Kathleen. Where was his long beard? His hook? His wooden leg and eye patch? His parrot?
The man Fowler called 'captain' turned back to Kathleen and, in spite of her urge to shrink back against the wall, she remained perfectly still. What would a pirate captain do to a woman who had hurt one of his crew?
"Did ye kick him?" he asked, squinting at her thoughtfully. Anger rose up in her at the memory, along with a little pride, and she looked the captain in the eyes, her own emerald orbs flashing.
"Just as hard as I could," she replied. The captain stared at her for a moment and Kathleen could've sworn she saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes. But he soon turned back to his crew members.
"Fowler, ye'll be stayin' in the brig for the rest of this little journey. Gibbs, take him down and lock him up."
"Aye, captain," said the elderly man, putting a hand on Fowler's shoulder. Fowler quickly shrugged it off.
"I ain't goin' nowhere!" he yelled and started towards the door. Quick as lightning, the captain moved in front of him, his sword pressed to the larger man's neck.
"Ye'll go where I say go and ye'll do what I tell ye, or ye can die right here. Savvy?"
Kathleen watched as the bigger man's anger was slowly replaced by fear. He allowed himself to be led away by the man called Gibbs. The captain turned back to her and sheathed his sword.
"Well, that was interesting," he said. Kathleen blinked. Interesting? That was an odd choice of words. He started towards her and reached out, making Kathleen flinch.
"Don't worry, lass. I've no intention of harmin' ye. Just need to look at that head of yours."
Her head? Oh, the place where Fowler had hit her. Though she didn't want to be touched by a pirate, she allowed him to take a look at it. He examined it for a bit, then took a look at her face.
"Nothin' we can do for the bruise on your cheek, luv, but we'll need to bandage the other one. It's bleedin'. Can ye stand up?"
"Of course I can," she replied. The captain untied her bonds and stepped back, signaling for her to stand. Very slowly, she pushed herself up. But no matter how slow she went, the darkness threatened to claim her again. What did Fowler hit her with, a club? Through her blurry vision, she saw the captain lunge for her as she began to fall again.
"I can do it," she protested meekly as he lifted her up in his arms like a child.
"Sure ye can, luv. Sure ye can."
They were the last words she heard.
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Next chapter: Kathleen gets to know Jack. Please review, but keep in mind that all flames will be used to light a bonfire on a deserted island containing only myself, Captain Jack Sparrow and an endless supply of rum.