A/N: Sorry it's been so long, I've been quite busy.
*Chapter 3:The skirmish, and blood spilled*
Adriana woke again by the light swaying of the man who was carrying her.
"Where am I?" she asked the strange man, squinting her eyes to get a better look at him in the dim light that the street lamps gave off. "Who are you?" she questioned further.
The man said nothing, and just kept walking. The destination, though, was unknown to Adriana. All she wanted was to be back at home in her bed, sleeping peacefully.
Unable to strain herself to stay awake any longer, she drifted off again, and snuggled into the warmth of the mysterious man.
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Jack smiled as the girl he held in his arms snuggled closer to him. He brought her closer and held her tight.
Jack was so busy thinking about Adriana, and how he would change her life, that he didn't even notice the man following him.
The man stuck out his sword and pointed it at Jack. "Gimme the lass." he spat, "an' everythin' else important to ya."
The girl in Jack's arms stirred. "You obviously have no idea who yer dealing with 'ere, do ya?" Jack said, shifting the girl in his arms, ready to grab his pistol if need be.
"I couldn't care less who I was dealin' with. I want yer lass and yer money!" the man shouted through clenched teeth, pushing the sword closer to Jack
Jack pulled out his sword, and gently set Adriana down on the dusty road, leading the man away from her.
The man attacked first, but Jack blocked his shot easily, and then it was Jack's turn. He aimed blow after blow after blow, in swift constant motions until he caught the man off guard. Then, in one swift motion, he pulled out his pistol, and aimed it at the man's head. "I suggest you leave me an' the lass alone, savvy? Or should I not take pity on you and blow your guts out now?" Jack thrust the pistol even closer to the man's face, and the man cowered back in fear.
The man scurried away, afraid of what would happen if he were to stick around.
Little did Jack know, he didn't get away with nothing. This wouldn't be the last time he saw Jack Sparrow. No, not even close.
Jack picked up the girl and continued on his way, not noticing the crimson substance slowly dripping from her head.
He started to hum the oh so familiar tune that all were acquainted with. "....And really bad eggs. Drink up me 'earties yo ho!"
He walked away from the skirmish not knowing that events to come would haunt him for all eternity. Maybe even longer.
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A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short. It was much shorter than I would have liked, but I ran out of ideas. But now there is another character involved. Who could he be? I know, but you don't, so you'll just have to keep reading to find out!
Special thanks to my first reviewers
And another thanks to Elle Knight, my dear sister, for helping me come up with some of these ideas. If anyone has anything that they would like to happen in the story, like if they just want to be a character, then tell me (more like e-mail me) and I will be more than happy to put your ideas in the story!
~CentellearSirene~
