There were about five differant ways I could have gone with this story. ^_^ I think I went with the best one. Not sure though
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A pirate's Life for me
Part 5- Living through
Jack didn't feel the sizzling pain that usually comes with a bullet hitting your body. He didn't feel the crushing weight of the bullet going through him. He didn't feel... anything.. besides a throbbing pain in his cheek.
The racing of his own heart was beating againist his body. He could barely pick out the beats. It felt more like mumming, then beating. His breathing was in quick rasps.
His father walked over to him, and kicked him in the side. Jack felt the wind go out of him as he was kicked. His eyes buldged at the sudden sharp pain in his stomach. He clutched his stomach, and coughed out red liquid.
"You'd better be lucky boy. If it weren't for my pistol not being loaded, you would have been dead." He spat, walking over to his son.
"But." He said, bending down to his son's level. He smirked. "I can't let this go unpunished."
Jack's eyes widen as he saw the pistol come down onto his head.
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Jack woke up, finding himself on the hard floor as he did. His whole body ached in pain. He laid still for the next twenty minutes, waiting for some of the pain to subside. It didn't. His head was pounding in pure pain from being knocked in the head.
His stomach ached as well from being kicked there. His mouth still tasted like blood. His whole body was beaten. He couldn't move at all. All he could do was look out from one eye. His other one wouldn't open. Probably too swollen to open.
He could hear two voices raising in the house. One was clealry his father's. The other was quiet and calm. He knew it had to be Miss. Sparrow.
"How DARE you!" His father's voice shouted.
"You know just as well as I do the pain YOU will suffer if that boy is harmed. " She said, in a calm but deathly tone.
"I'll call the guards! The navy! The officers! I'll have you hanged for this."
"Go and call out the dogs on me, but you will be the one with a rope around his neck for the crime against the boy. I'm sure I can find a gentle soul in this whole bloodly house that will rat you out like the true bastard you are." She said, just as deathly.
The voices paused. Then, heavy footsteps were heard going up the stairs. He could hear two differant pairs of boots being used. Then the door opened.
There was a pause in the steps. He heard a small gasp of shock. Apparantly he looked as bad as he felt. Jack's back was towards the door, so he couldn't see who it was staring at him. He was sure it was Miss. Sparrow. He closed his good eye as he felt a tear go down his cheek.
'I'm saved.' He thought to himself.
"Jack." Miss. Sparrow said in an uneven tone. She walked over to the fallen boy. She glanced him over, looking at every wound. "You're going to be fine. Nothing too serious. You'll be feeling like hell for awhile though."
Jack would have chuckled at that, if it weren't for the fact that even the slightest movement made him hurt.
He felt two gentle arms pick him up. His head dropped against her chest, letting himself be carried away by her. He nearly smiled, it if weren't for his swollen lip he would have. Then, she stopped. Was his father tring to stop her from taking him? He wanted to protect, but couldn't pull the strength together.
She turned and placed him down on his bed. She wasn't taking him away?! She was going to leave him here with this mad man as a father?! He felt her arms let go of him as he laid down in the soft sheets.
He could feel to small gust of wind from her turning on her heels.
"Sir. If you so much as lay a FINGER on this boy again, I will have your head on the top of my mast. Got it?" She said in a threatening tone.
His father stayed silent. Then, he seemed to have gained some knowledge. "You plan to make this boy a pirate! You do! You plan to make him a thieving, no good, dirty, son of a bi-" But he was cut off.
Jack could hear his father gulp.
In a low voice, so low jack had to strain to hear, Miss. Sparrow said in the most deadlest voice he'd ever heard. "If you so much as speak a single bad word about pirates, Cap'n Ginger or that boy and I will not kill you. No. I will do FAR worse then that to ye. You'll be knowing the word 'Enuich' very well in our next incounter. Then, you will also know the phrase, worse then hell itself'. Got it?"
"..y..yes.." His father studdered.
Jack couldn't believe his ears. He just heard the most terrifing voice in his whole life, heard his father studder in pure fear and become beaten to the point of inability to speak.
He heard the unfamilar swift of a dagger going into a leather pouch.
"I will stay with the boy until he wakes. Then I will continue his lessons while spending AFTER lunch with him also. You needn't pay me anymore then you already are. Savvy?" Miss. Sparrow said.
His father just left as soon as he could from the room.
Jack settled down, knowing Miss. Sparrow was with him. He fell back asleep.
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When Jack awoke, the sun was shining in through his window. His stomach growled in hunger. He couldn't sleep any longer. He wondered how long he was asleep for? Hours? Days?
"'Ello Jack." Said a comforting voice. It was Miss. Sparrow.
Jack opened his good eye and looked at her. He finally noticed the constrictions. He was bandaged. "H..How long.. have I been asleep?" Jack asked, tring to get his voice to work. His throat was sore and dry from not using it.
"You've been out for four days total. I never thought I'd see a boy sleep so long." She said, bringing a hand up and resting it on his forehead. Her hand was cool against his skin. She brushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead. His ponytail was clearly taken out.
"You know Jack." She said. "You look better without your hair tied back."
Jack felt a small blush appear on his face. His cheeks heating up. He looked down at his chest instead of at his teacher.
"Well, you should try to get up today. As far as I could tell, nothing was broken. Maybe a cracked rib, but other then that you should be fine." She said to him, standing up. She lent out both of her hands to him. "Come on. You need to move your muscles, unless you want them to bunch up from no movement."
Jack moved his arm out, tring to get his hand into hers. His shoulder muscles screamed as he moved them. They were sore and bruised. He winced, but continued. He placed his hand in hers. She helped him to his feet.
Jack slowly moved, clinging to Miss. Sparrow for every step he took. His calf muscles yelled to him to stop the assault of movement from their sleep. He winced every step of the way, but never complained. After living through the worst beating of his life, he was happy to be able to move.
"That should do. Your muscles should be awake now." She said, guiding him to a chair. He sat down. They were still in his room. "I'll go get you a tall glass of water and something for your hunger."
She dismissed herself to go get him water and some food.
Jack looked out the window. He could see the horizon from here.
'One day, I'll leave this horrible place. I'll be a cap'n of my own ship. I'll be the best pirate... and I'll NEVER come back here.. EVER'
He glared as he looked out the window. Nothing was going to stop him from leaving here. He continued to look out the window. Miss. Sparrow walked back in. She set a tray down in his lap. He looked down at it. There was a glass of water, a bowl of hot soup and bread at the side.
"I figured you'd need something easy to swollow right now. " She said, grabbing a chair. She put it infront of him and sat down in it. "Now. I'm going to tell you something Jack. Promise not to speak a word of it to anyone else. You're the only one I trust with this information."
"Aye." He answered, his voice still cracking. He grabbed the glass of water and chugged it down in a few gulps. His throat felt a thousand times better now.
"Well. As you may have already guessed it, I am a pirate. I also need a ship if I am to be a pirate. So, I am building one meself." She said, whispering to him.
Jack nodded, feeling that's the only thing he could do at the moment.
"I'm hiding it near the coast bay, by the rocks. Been building it ever since I came here. It's nothing more then the shell of a ship, but soon it will be a full ship. You must promise me something Jack. If I pass away before it's finished, you finish it for me." She said, watching him carefully for his reactions.
Jack nodded. "I promise."
"Good lad. I'll be starting your lessons again tomorrow. But, I'll stay here til it's dinner time today. No use in me going anywhere right now." She said, sitting back in her chair. "I'll go downstairs and prepare the study for us."
She got up and walked out of the room.
Jack stared down at his bowl of soup. His hair was free falling down his face now. His hair was just barely long enough to put into a ponytail. Now, it was free to guide across his face. he reached out and grabbed the spoon next to the bowl and began to eat. He was very hungry.
A miad walked into the room. Maria. Her brown hair tied into a tight bun ontop of her head and her white maid's outfit floated with her moving body. Her tanned skin seemed to dim in comprassision to her dark eyes. She turned to him with a smile.
"Hello young master." She said, bowing slightly towards him.
"Excuse me ma'am." Jack started, his voice wasn't cracking as much as before. "My Teacher, Miss. Sparrow. Did she ever leave this room while I was in bed?"
"Sure she did. Only at night young master." Maria answered. "But, she'd come back before the crack of dawn. She looked offly tired too. I'd say she never slept."
Jack nodded. "Thank you."
"Your welcome young master." She said back to him.
"No need to call me young master. Just call me Jack." He said with a small smile on his face.
"Alright yo- I mean, Jack." She said, correcting herself. She cleaned his room, as he ate his soup. She would check on him every now and then. Making sure he wasn't getting any of the hot soup on himself.
"You know Jack." She said as she fluffed the pillows on his bed. "I have a daughter only a few years younger then you."
"Really?" Jack questioned.
"Yes." She answered back. "Her name is Anamaria. Want me to bring her over?" She questioned.
She was obivously a new maid. That would explain why he thought he never say her before. She clealry livid off the property.
"Aye." Jack said, giving the maid a slight smile.
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Oh! I finally added another charactor from PotC to the story! Well, she'll be in the next chapter. .... hopefully.. ^_^ Hope you like my story. And I KNOW most of you want me to kill off Jack's Father. But, there is a twist in the story. I need him in here for awhile longer. Ok?
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"_"-Speaking
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A pirate's Life for me
Part 5- Living through
Jack didn't feel the sizzling pain that usually comes with a bullet hitting your body. He didn't feel the crushing weight of the bullet going through him. He didn't feel... anything.. besides a throbbing pain in his cheek.
The racing of his own heart was beating againist his body. He could barely pick out the beats. It felt more like mumming, then beating. His breathing was in quick rasps.
His father walked over to him, and kicked him in the side. Jack felt the wind go out of him as he was kicked. His eyes buldged at the sudden sharp pain in his stomach. He clutched his stomach, and coughed out red liquid.
"You'd better be lucky boy. If it weren't for my pistol not being loaded, you would have been dead." He spat, walking over to his son.
"But." He said, bending down to his son's level. He smirked. "I can't let this go unpunished."
Jack's eyes widen as he saw the pistol come down onto his head.
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Jack woke up, finding himself on the hard floor as he did. His whole body ached in pain. He laid still for the next twenty minutes, waiting for some of the pain to subside. It didn't. His head was pounding in pure pain from being knocked in the head.
His stomach ached as well from being kicked there. His mouth still tasted like blood. His whole body was beaten. He couldn't move at all. All he could do was look out from one eye. His other one wouldn't open. Probably too swollen to open.
He could hear two voices raising in the house. One was clealry his father's. The other was quiet and calm. He knew it had to be Miss. Sparrow.
"How DARE you!" His father's voice shouted.
"You know just as well as I do the pain YOU will suffer if that boy is harmed. " She said, in a calm but deathly tone.
"I'll call the guards! The navy! The officers! I'll have you hanged for this."
"Go and call out the dogs on me, but you will be the one with a rope around his neck for the crime against the boy. I'm sure I can find a gentle soul in this whole bloodly house that will rat you out like the true bastard you are." She said, just as deathly.
The voices paused. Then, heavy footsteps were heard going up the stairs. He could hear two differant pairs of boots being used. Then the door opened.
There was a pause in the steps. He heard a small gasp of shock. Apparantly he looked as bad as he felt. Jack's back was towards the door, so he couldn't see who it was staring at him. He was sure it was Miss. Sparrow. He closed his good eye as he felt a tear go down his cheek.
'I'm saved.' He thought to himself.
"Jack." Miss. Sparrow said in an uneven tone. She walked over to the fallen boy. She glanced him over, looking at every wound. "You're going to be fine. Nothing too serious. You'll be feeling like hell for awhile though."
Jack would have chuckled at that, if it weren't for the fact that even the slightest movement made him hurt.
He felt two gentle arms pick him up. His head dropped against her chest, letting himself be carried away by her. He nearly smiled, it if weren't for his swollen lip he would have. Then, she stopped. Was his father tring to stop her from taking him? He wanted to protect, but couldn't pull the strength together.
She turned and placed him down on his bed. She wasn't taking him away?! She was going to leave him here with this mad man as a father?! He felt her arms let go of him as he laid down in the soft sheets.
He could feel to small gust of wind from her turning on her heels.
"Sir. If you so much as lay a FINGER on this boy again, I will have your head on the top of my mast. Got it?" She said in a threatening tone.
His father stayed silent. Then, he seemed to have gained some knowledge. "You plan to make this boy a pirate! You do! You plan to make him a thieving, no good, dirty, son of a bi-" But he was cut off.
Jack could hear his father gulp.
In a low voice, so low jack had to strain to hear, Miss. Sparrow said in the most deadlest voice he'd ever heard. "If you so much as speak a single bad word about pirates, Cap'n Ginger or that boy and I will not kill you. No. I will do FAR worse then that to ye. You'll be knowing the word 'Enuich' very well in our next incounter. Then, you will also know the phrase, worse then hell itself'. Got it?"
"..y..yes.." His father studdered.
Jack couldn't believe his ears. He just heard the most terrifing voice in his whole life, heard his father studder in pure fear and become beaten to the point of inability to speak.
He heard the unfamilar swift of a dagger going into a leather pouch.
"I will stay with the boy until he wakes. Then I will continue his lessons while spending AFTER lunch with him also. You needn't pay me anymore then you already are. Savvy?" Miss. Sparrow said.
His father just left as soon as he could from the room.
Jack settled down, knowing Miss. Sparrow was with him. He fell back asleep.
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When Jack awoke, the sun was shining in through his window. His stomach growled in hunger. He couldn't sleep any longer. He wondered how long he was asleep for? Hours? Days?
"'Ello Jack." Said a comforting voice. It was Miss. Sparrow.
Jack opened his good eye and looked at her. He finally noticed the constrictions. He was bandaged. "H..How long.. have I been asleep?" Jack asked, tring to get his voice to work. His throat was sore and dry from not using it.
"You've been out for four days total. I never thought I'd see a boy sleep so long." She said, bringing a hand up and resting it on his forehead. Her hand was cool against his skin. She brushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead. His ponytail was clearly taken out.
"You know Jack." She said. "You look better without your hair tied back."
Jack felt a small blush appear on his face. His cheeks heating up. He looked down at his chest instead of at his teacher.
"Well, you should try to get up today. As far as I could tell, nothing was broken. Maybe a cracked rib, but other then that you should be fine." She said to him, standing up. She lent out both of her hands to him. "Come on. You need to move your muscles, unless you want them to bunch up from no movement."
Jack moved his arm out, tring to get his hand into hers. His shoulder muscles screamed as he moved them. They were sore and bruised. He winced, but continued. He placed his hand in hers. She helped him to his feet.
Jack slowly moved, clinging to Miss. Sparrow for every step he took. His calf muscles yelled to him to stop the assault of movement from their sleep. He winced every step of the way, but never complained. After living through the worst beating of his life, he was happy to be able to move.
"That should do. Your muscles should be awake now." She said, guiding him to a chair. He sat down. They were still in his room. "I'll go get you a tall glass of water and something for your hunger."
She dismissed herself to go get him water and some food.
Jack looked out the window. He could see the horizon from here.
'One day, I'll leave this horrible place. I'll be a cap'n of my own ship. I'll be the best pirate... and I'll NEVER come back here.. EVER'
He glared as he looked out the window. Nothing was going to stop him from leaving here. He continued to look out the window. Miss. Sparrow walked back in. She set a tray down in his lap. He looked down at it. There was a glass of water, a bowl of hot soup and bread at the side.
"I figured you'd need something easy to swollow right now. " She said, grabbing a chair. She put it infront of him and sat down in it. "Now. I'm going to tell you something Jack. Promise not to speak a word of it to anyone else. You're the only one I trust with this information."
"Aye." He answered, his voice still cracking. He grabbed the glass of water and chugged it down in a few gulps. His throat felt a thousand times better now.
"Well. As you may have already guessed it, I am a pirate. I also need a ship if I am to be a pirate. So, I am building one meself." She said, whispering to him.
Jack nodded, feeling that's the only thing he could do at the moment.
"I'm hiding it near the coast bay, by the rocks. Been building it ever since I came here. It's nothing more then the shell of a ship, but soon it will be a full ship. You must promise me something Jack. If I pass away before it's finished, you finish it for me." She said, watching him carefully for his reactions.
Jack nodded. "I promise."
"Good lad. I'll be starting your lessons again tomorrow. But, I'll stay here til it's dinner time today. No use in me going anywhere right now." She said, sitting back in her chair. "I'll go downstairs and prepare the study for us."
She got up and walked out of the room.
Jack stared down at his bowl of soup. His hair was free falling down his face now. His hair was just barely long enough to put into a ponytail. Now, it was free to guide across his face. he reached out and grabbed the spoon next to the bowl and began to eat. He was very hungry.
A miad walked into the room. Maria. Her brown hair tied into a tight bun ontop of her head and her white maid's outfit floated with her moving body. Her tanned skin seemed to dim in comprassision to her dark eyes. She turned to him with a smile.
"Hello young master." She said, bowing slightly towards him.
"Excuse me ma'am." Jack started, his voice wasn't cracking as much as before. "My Teacher, Miss. Sparrow. Did she ever leave this room while I was in bed?"
"Sure she did. Only at night young master." Maria answered. "But, she'd come back before the crack of dawn. She looked offly tired too. I'd say she never slept."
Jack nodded. "Thank you."
"Your welcome young master." She said back to him.
"No need to call me young master. Just call me Jack." He said with a small smile on his face.
"Alright yo- I mean, Jack." She said, correcting herself. She cleaned his room, as he ate his soup. She would check on him every now and then. Making sure he wasn't getting any of the hot soup on himself.
"You know Jack." She said as she fluffed the pillows on his bed. "I have a daughter only a few years younger then you."
"Really?" Jack questioned.
"Yes." She answered back. "Her name is Anamaria. Want me to bring her over?" She questioned.
She was obivously a new maid. That would explain why he thought he never say her before. She clealry livid off the property.
"Aye." Jack said, giving the maid a slight smile.
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Oh! I finally added another charactor from PotC to the story! Well, she'll be in the next chapter. .... hopefully.. ^_^ Hope you like my story. And I KNOW most of you want me to kill off Jack's Father. But, there is a twist in the story. I need him in here for awhile longer. Ok?
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
