Chapter Eight~ Anamaria
Toro was a vicious fighter. Jack had taken note of that before he had even drawn his sword. Even without the use of his left eye, Toro was wary and he had an aura of alertness. Still... Jack was confident he'd be able to escape. He was Captain Jack Sparrow, after all.
But as his sword clashed with Toro's over and over, never landing a blow, he began to tire. Toro was persistent and Jack started to worry that he might not get out of this situation. It was a rather new sensation to him... he'd always had a way out before. Or at least a bottle of rum to calm himself. But this time there was nothing but a new strike from Toro to parry.
The fight wore on and on. Finally, Jack managed to slip into a dark corner for a break. Toro was between him and the trapdoor, but at least he didn't know where he was.
"Come on out, Sparrow," taunted Toro. "Don't hide like a frightened little bird. That's all you are, isn't it? Not as bold as you look, are you? Come out of your nest and fight like a man."
Jack seethed. Toro was not going to get away with taunting him like that. He leapt out of his hiding place and lunged toward the place where Toro's voice had been, only to find a sword at his throat.
"I've got you now, Jack Sparrow," Toro hissed. He drew his blade back slightly, preparing to jab, but suddenly it was fiercely knocked away, leaving a scratch on his collarbone. He looked up to see what had happened, but of course it was pitch dark.
"Hold still, you!" a familiar voice said sharply. Jack heard Toro grunt as the newcomer pulled him away from Jack and, from the sound of it, tied him up.
"Anamaria?" Jack asked, not sure whether he wanted it to be her or not. He was very glad someone had showed up, but to be rescued by a woman...? And one of his own crew, too. He could almost hear Gibbs's laughter.
"Aye, captain, it's me," Anamaria pulled a box of matches out of her pocked and struck one. Jack noticed the candle lying forgotten on the floor and held it up for her to light.
"Let's go, Ana," he muttered. She wasn't bragging, but there was a very superior look on her face. She hadn't even done any real fighting. Stupid wench. All she had to do was show up at the right moment and look all heroic. She could have been sitting there for half an hour waiting for the opportune moment.
Jack led Ana up the trapdoor, where Elizabeth and Will were waiting.
"Jack! Are you hurt!" Elizabeth rushed over to Jack and pouted at the cut on his collarbone. She looked up at Anamaria.
"What- when- how did you get here?"
"There's more than one trapdoor into that room," Ana answered, placing herself between Elizabeth and Jack. "And since you two obviously were to busy rejoicing being alive and together again to remember the person who saved you, I had to go rescue Jack."
"We didn't forget him!" Will burst out angrily. "We thought he'd be able to fend off that Toro character on his own though. Apparently he needed his private whore to come take care of him."
Anamaria's eyes grew wide with fury, and she reached for her sword.
"I strongly suggest you rephrase that before I--"
Jack interrupted and pulled Anamaria away from Will. "Calm down, Ana! Will, like I told Toro, never underestimate a woman. And never ever insult one to her face. 'Specially not this one." He smiled at Anamaria, who scowled back and jerked her arm away from him. Jack nodded as if that had proved his point. "And besides, it's not like Elizabeth hasn't ever saved you." Elizabeth smirked and nodded.
Will sighed. "I apologize, Anamaria."
Ana groaned and looked away, unable to bear the idiocy of this boy. Where did Elizabeth get the patience?
Toro was a vicious fighter. Jack had taken note of that before he had even drawn his sword. Even without the use of his left eye, Toro was wary and he had an aura of alertness. Still... Jack was confident he'd be able to escape. He was Captain Jack Sparrow, after all.
But as his sword clashed with Toro's over and over, never landing a blow, he began to tire. Toro was persistent and Jack started to worry that he might not get out of this situation. It was a rather new sensation to him... he'd always had a way out before. Or at least a bottle of rum to calm himself. But this time there was nothing but a new strike from Toro to parry.
The fight wore on and on. Finally, Jack managed to slip into a dark corner for a break. Toro was between him and the trapdoor, but at least he didn't know where he was.
"Come on out, Sparrow," taunted Toro. "Don't hide like a frightened little bird. That's all you are, isn't it? Not as bold as you look, are you? Come out of your nest and fight like a man."
Jack seethed. Toro was not going to get away with taunting him like that. He leapt out of his hiding place and lunged toward the place where Toro's voice had been, only to find a sword at his throat.
"I've got you now, Jack Sparrow," Toro hissed. He drew his blade back slightly, preparing to jab, but suddenly it was fiercely knocked away, leaving a scratch on his collarbone. He looked up to see what had happened, but of course it was pitch dark.
"Hold still, you!" a familiar voice said sharply. Jack heard Toro grunt as the newcomer pulled him away from Jack and, from the sound of it, tied him up.
"Anamaria?" Jack asked, not sure whether he wanted it to be her or not. He was very glad someone had showed up, but to be rescued by a woman...? And one of his own crew, too. He could almost hear Gibbs's laughter.
"Aye, captain, it's me," Anamaria pulled a box of matches out of her pocked and struck one. Jack noticed the candle lying forgotten on the floor and held it up for her to light.
"Let's go, Ana," he muttered. She wasn't bragging, but there was a very superior look on her face. She hadn't even done any real fighting. Stupid wench. All she had to do was show up at the right moment and look all heroic. She could have been sitting there for half an hour waiting for the opportune moment.
Jack led Ana up the trapdoor, where Elizabeth and Will were waiting.
"Jack! Are you hurt!" Elizabeth rushed over to Jack and pouted at the cut on his collarbone. She looked up at Anamaria.
"What- when- how did you get here?"
"There's more than one trapdoor into that room," Ana answered, placing herself between Elizabeth and Jack. "And since you two obviously were to busy rejoicing being alive and together again to remember the person who saved you, I had to go rescue Jack."
"We didn't forget him!" Will burst out angrily. "We thought he'd be able to fend off that Toro character on his own though. Apparently he needed his private whore to come take care of him."
Anamaria's eyes grew wide with fury, and she reached for her sword.
"I strongly suggest you rephrase that before I--"
Jack interrupted and pulled Anamaria away from Will. "Calm down, Ana! Will, like I told Toro, never underestimate a woman. And never ever insult one to her face. 'Specially not this one." He smiled at Anamaria, who scowled back and jerked her arm away from him. Jack nodded as if that had proved his point. "And besides, it's not like Elizabeth hasn't ever saved you." Elizabeth smirked and nodded.
Will sighed. "I apologize, Anamaria."
Ana groaned and looked away, unable to bear the idiocy of this boy. Where did Elizabeth get the patience?
