Hey everyone!!!!! Thank you for your patience through out this whole
ordeal. I'm finally able to get onto Fanfiction, and trust me, I'm
celebrating! I have a whole load of stuff to post, but it may come slowly,
because the computer isn't as available as usual. But please, don't think
that I have abanded this, or any of my other Fan fictions.
And here is why you all are here in the first place. The story!!!
Chapter 2: Memories and a Bribe
An hour and a half later, I wasn't worried about my fluttering heart. I was in shock over what this mystery pirate had told me.
I was also in shock over the pirate's identity, although it explained a lot. Like why I got the stupid heart flutter in the first place. Turns out he's the legendary Captain Jack Sparrow, captain of the notorious Black Pearl. Even though he only reclaimed his ship last week, all of Tortuga knows about it.
Then he tells me that I am not my father's only child, as was expected, but that I had a brother, Will Turner, who had saved him from a hanging last week as well. He was also engaged to the Governor's daughter. Will, that is, not Jack (thank the Lord). Will is older than me by a year, making him twenty and me nineteen.
I was nine when Dad got thrown overboard by his crewmates. I remember that day perfectly. It was a bright, sunny day and the sea was calm. It was the exact opposite of what it was like onboard. The storm clouds had been rolling in all week, ever since they marooned Jack, and I could tell that it was only a matter of time before they burst. Sure enough, when Dad told the rest of the crew that he had sent his medallion to a friend, they tied cannon to his boots and threw him to the bottom of Davey Jones's locker. They docked in Tortuga a day later, and I snuck off then. Then I did my best to forget the Pearl, and the pain that went along with it.
After Jack had told me about Will and all the other stuff, he just stared at me. I noticed that he was trying to look me in the eyes. I allowed him to. I knew he was looking for the dead giveaway that would tell him I was the Kate Turner he remembered from The Pearl.
When someone with good intentions looked me in the eyes, they turned from dark, penetrating brown to every color of the rainbow, coming out from the pupil like a starburst.
Sure enough, I saw his eyes widened, and a satisfied gleam come around them.
"Why didn't you recognize me?" I asked, wanting, but not able to tear my eyes from his.
"Ye grew up." Jack said, his dark eyes penetrating through me. "Kiss- Up Kate isn't a little girl anymore." He used my nickname, which I hadn't been called in over eight years.
He looked around the room, wonderingly. "Do ye think we could get ye out of 'ere tonight?" He asked, turning back to me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Ye're technically part of my crew" Jack said. "Ye told me that ye were never sail under anyone else colors, and now that I have me ship back, I need ye."
I just stared at him, shocked. Sure, I remember saying that, but I was five. "Jack, are you sure about this?" I said. "I wasn't that serious-"
"Ye're on my crew, Kate, and that's final." He said, and I knew not to argue.
I knew there was no way I could just disappear into the night without Miss Maycomer realizing it.
"Tomorrow." I said. "Give me some time to figure out the plan, and I swear, I'll be out of here by midnight tomorrow."
Jack stood, preparing to leave. Then he did something very uncharacteristic of him. He hugged me. I wasn't objecting, because it felt good. My first real hug in ten years. Then we parted, and he disappeared. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~* Later that night, I had a talk with Bernard, the cook. His face was almost as red as his hair, so I handed him a glass of water.
He looked at me. "What is it you want now, lass?"
"Can you cause a distraction tomorrow night so that I can escape?" I said.
"What sort of distraction?" He asked, shrewdly.
"Kitchen fire would work." I said, thinking big.
"You want to get me fired, lass?!?!"
"Not particularly." I answered. "But I do want out." I placed a small bag on the table. "And I really don't want to jingle too much, if you get what I'm saying."
He thought for a moment. "You got yourself an accord." He finally said, as we shook hands. He pocketed the gold.
Okay, just push the little review button. Tell me how you feel about it.
Chapter 2: Memories and a Bribe
An hour and a half later, I wasn't worried about my fluttering heart. I was in shock over what this mystery pirate had told me.
I was also in shock over the pirate's identity, although it explained a lot. Like why I got the stupid heart flutter in the first place. Turns out he's the legendary Captain Jack Sparrow, captain of the notorious Black Pearl. Even though he only reclaimed his ship last week, all of Tortuga knows about it.
Then he tells me that I am not my father's only child, as was expected, but that I had a brother, Will Turner, who had saved him from a hanging last week as well. He was also engaged to the Governor's daughter. Will, that is, not Jack (thank the Lord). Will is older than me by a year, making him twenty and me nineteen.
I was nine when Dad got thrown overboard by his crewmates. I remember that day perfectly. It was a bright, sunny day and the sea was calm. It was the exact opposite of what it was like onboard. The storm clouds had been rolling in all week, ever since they marooned Jack, and I could tell that it was only a matter of time before they burst. Sure enough, when Dad told the rest of the crew that he had sent his medallion to a friend, they tied cannon to his boots and threw him to the bottom of Davey Jones's locker. They docked in Tortuga a day later, and I snuck off then. Then I did my best to forget the Pearl, and the pain that went along with it.
After Jack had told me about Will and all the other stuff, he just stared at me. I noticed that he was trying to look me in the eyes. I allowed him to. I knew he was looking for the dead giveaway that would tell him I was the Kate Turner he remembered from The Pearl.
When someone with good intentions looked me in the eyes, they turned from dark, penetrating brown to every color of the rainbow, coming out from the pupil like a starburst.
Sure enough, I saw his eyes widened, and a satisfied gleam come around them.
"Why didn't you recognize me?" I asked, wanting, but not able to tear my eyes from his.
"Ye grew up." Jack said, his dark eyes penetrating through me. "Kiss- Up Kate isn't a little girl anymore." He used my nickname, which I hadn't been called in over eight years.
He looked around the room, wonderingly. "Do ye think we could get ye out of 'ere tonight?" He asked, turning back to me.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Ye're technically part of my crew" Jack said. "Ye told me that ye were never sail under anyone else colors, and now that I have me ship back, I need ye."
I just stared at him, shocked. Sure, I remember saying that, but I was five. "Jack, are you sure about this?" I said. "I wasn't that serious-"
"Ye're on my crew, Kate, and that's final." He said, and I knew not to argue.
I knew there was no way I could just disappear into the night without Miss Maycomer realizing it.
"Tomorrow." I said. "Give me some time to figure out the plan, and I swear, I'll be out of here by midnight tomorrow."
Jack stood, preparing to leave. Then he did something very uncharacteristic of him. He hugged me. I wasn't objecting, because it felt good. My first real hug in ten years. Then we parted, and he disappeared. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~* Later that night, I had a talk with Bernard, the cook. His face was almost as red as his hair, so I handed him a glass of water.
He looked at me. "What is it you want now, lass?"
"Can you cause a distraction tomorrow night so that I can escape?" I said.
"What sort of distraction?" He asked, shrewdly.
"Kitchen fire would work." I said, thinking big.
"You want to get me fired, lass?!?!"
"Not particularly." I answered. "But I do want out." I placed a small bag on the table. "And I really don't want to jingle too much, if you get what I'm saying."
He thought for a moment. "You got yourself an accord." He finally said, as we shook hands. He pocketed the gold.
Okay, just push the little review button. Tell me how you feel about it.
