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Both Jesse and Jack had returned to the positions they had been sitting in earlier. Neither had spoken since Will had dropped by. An hour or so had passed since then. All of the sudden a muffled noise broke out in the distance. The two cellmates both looked up. Jesse smelled the air. It hit both of them at the same time. "Cannon fire!" they both said getting up and headed for the window. "I know those cannons. It's the Black Pearl."
Jesse gave him a sideways glance as they reached the window. She peered out into the night and at the dock. By God, he was right. She hadn't been entirely sure that it had existed. But there it was. Something struck her. "Jack Sparrow, Jack Sparrow..." She muttered the name under her breath. Why did she know it? She stepped away from the window, still repeating the name. It hit her like a two by four.
*Flashback*
Alone, Jesse sits in a bar staring into a glass of whiskey. Two men sit next to her.
Man1: I heard that the Black Pearl was seen around Tortuga a few weeks ago.
Man2: Yeah, that ship is captained by a madman. What was his name? John or something...
1: No, Jack. Jack Sparrow. And the ship is supposedly cursed. It's manned by a crew that comes from the deepest realms of hell. The captain supposedly is so evil that even hell itself spat him back out. But I heard...
Jesse got up. There was no sense in getting as drunk as those two.
*Back in prison*
Jesse stared at Jack with wide eyes. If the ship was real and so was he... then what was done to start those stories? Was he really that evil?
Jack turned to Jesse. The look on her face was that of someone who was confused and surprised. He didn't seem too surprised at the look on her face. "What are you staring at, love?" His voice brought her to reality. "Wait just a minute. If you're in here and they're in the dock...Who's controlling your ship?" He smiled. "So you do know me." "Only when I think hard and I overheard two drunk men talking... that's not what I asked." She looked at him, curious and wanting an answer.
"Well, really, it *was* my ship. My first mate lead a mutiny against me. I was marooned on an island and he sailed off with my ship." He looked at her. She was still trying to put all the pieces together. "And the supposed curse..." that had been what she really wanted to know about. "That I wasn't a part of. If you want to get all into one boat, I kind of was the one who cursed 'em. Gave 'em the directions to the gold which supposedly cursed Barbossa, that'd be the first mate, and the rest of the crew, condemning them for life. But that's all just a tale. I gave them directions to an ancient island brimming with treasure that no one could find. I doubt any of the other stories are true. But your smart, love, you should know better than to believe old wenches' tales." "I never heard the whole story. And I'm not you lov..."
Just as Jesse began to correct him a cannon hit the outside wall in the cell next to them. Both Jesse and Jack were knocked to the ground by the sheer force of impact. The other prisoners began climbing out. One of them looked at Jesse and Jack. "No luck at all. Sorry, mates." Jack got up and walked to the edge of the crack in the wall. The hole ran into their cell and made an opening barely wide enough for a cat to fit through. He rested his head in the crevice and sighed. Jesse went back to the bed and laid on it. She was so depressed she could cry. She pulled the sheet over her head and growled into the mattress. Just then the door to the prison opened once again. Two pirates walked down the steps and into view.
"This ain't the armory." A skinny pirate with a band of cloth covering most of his head and some of his face yelled. The other pirate, who was kind of scary looking to anyone who wasn't used to seeing pirates, looked around and saw Jack leaning with his face pressed against the bars.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here, Tweak. Captain Jack Sparrow." The scary one, who happened to have dreadlocks, spat on the ground before which Jack stood. "Last time I saw you, you were all alone, on a godforsaken island shrinkin' into the distance." The pirate with the cloth on his head had stopped mocking Jack only to allow his friend a snicker. "His fortunes aren't improved much."
The two men finally realized that there was someone else in the cell with Jack and weren't kind enough to let it go. "Or maybe they have, you seem to have yourself a little lass with you." That was it. Jesse began looking around for the bone she had thrown at the guard earlier that day. Jack ignored the comment. "Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." The dreadlocked pirate didn't seem to like the way Jack was talking. He reached into the cell and placed his hand upon Jack's throat.
"Jack, what did you do with the b..." Jesse looked up. The pirate was holding his hand about Jack's neck. Just where the moon shown on the pirates arm, it changed. It wasn't an arm anymore. It was a skeleton. "...never mind."
She didn't think throwing a bone at these guys was a good idea. "So there is a curse. That's interesting." Jack looked from the arm in his cell to the man behind it. "You know nothing of Hell." The pirate threw his arm into the cell throwing Jack backwards a little and releasing him of his grip. With that the two pirates turned and went off, to find the armory, most likely.
Jack examined the bone he held in his hand. "That's very interesting." Jesse found her voice. "What the hell was... that?" She couldn't think of what she was really wanting to ask. "I told you, mutinous crew, cursed gold, led them to it. I guess the gold really was cursed. Now they're some kind of legion of the undead. I really thought you were smarter than that, love." Jesse seemed to be satisfied with that answer. She suddenly remembered the 'lass' comment. "If one more person calls me lass they won't be waking up the next mornin'. And I told you don't call me love. I'm no ones love, especially not yours."
With that both went back to their sitting stations. The idea of being let out was looking really slim. If their luck got any worse they were gonna need more than a horseshoe to get out of the deep shit they were in.
So, what did you think. Please tell me! Even if you already reviewed, give me your opinion on the new chapter! Purty Please!
Both Jesse and Jack had returned to the positions they had been sitting in earlier. Neither had spoken since Will had dropped by. An hour or so had passed since then. All of the sudden a muffled noise broke out in the distance. The two cellmates both looked up. Jesse smelled the air. It hit both of them at the same time. "Cannon fire!" they both said getting up and headed for the window. "I know those cannons. It's the Black Pearl."
Jesse gave him a sideways glance as they reached the window. She peered out into the night and at the dock. By God, he was right. She hadn't been entirely sure that it had existed. But there it was. Something struck her. "Jack Sparrow, Jack Sparrow..." She muttered the name under her breath. Why did she know it? She stepped away from the window, still repeating the name. It hit her like a two by four.
*Flashback*
Alone, Jesse sits in a bar staring into a glass of whiskey. Two men sit next to her.
Man1: I heard that the Black Pearl was seen around Tortuga a few weeks ago.
Man2: Yeah, that ship is captained by a madman. What was his name? John or something...
1: No, Jack. Jack Sparrow. And the ship is supposedly cursed. It's manned by a crew that comes from the deepest realms of hell. The captain supposedly is so evil that even hell itself spat him back out. But I heard...
Jesse got up. There was no sense in getting as drunk as those two.
*Back in prison*
Jesse stared at Jack with wide eyes. If the ship was real and so was he... then what was done to start those stories? Was he really that evil?
Jack turned to Jesse. The look on her face was that of someone who was confused and surprised. He didn't seem too surprised at the look on her face. "What are you staring at, love?" His voice brought her to reality. "Wait just a minute. If you're in here and they're in the dock...Who's controlling your ship?" He smiled. "So you do know me." "Only when I think hard and I overheard two drunk men talking... that's not what I asked." She looked at him, curious and wanting an answer.
"Well, really, it *was* my ship. My first mate lead a mutiny against me. I was marooned on an island and he sailed off with my ship." He looked at her. She was still trying to put all the pieces together. "And the supposed curse..." that had been what she really wanted to know about. "That I wasn't a part of. If you want to get all into one boat, I kind of was the one who cursed 'em. Gave 'em the directions to the gold which supposedly cursed Barbossa, that'd be the first mate, and the rest of the crew, condemning them for life. But that's all just a tale. I gave them directions to an ancient island brimming with treasure that no one could find. I doubt any of the other stories are true. But your smart, love, you should know better than to believe old wenches' tales." "I never heard the whole story. And I'm not you lov..."
Just as Jesse began to correct him a cannon hit the outside wall in the cell next to them. Both Jesse and Jack were knocked to the ground by the sheer force of impact. The other prisoners began climbing out. One of them looked at Jesse and Jack. "No luck at all. Sorry, mates." Jack got up and walked to the edge of the crack in the wall. The hole ran into their cell and made an opening barely wide enough for a cat to fit through. He rested his head in the crevice and sighed. Jesse went back to the bed and laid on it. She was so depressed she could cry. She pulled the sheet over her head and growled into the mattress. Just then the door to the prison opened once again. Two pirates walked down the steps and into view.
"This ain't the armory." A skinny pirate with a band of cloth covering most of his head and some of his face yelled. The other pirate, who was kind of scary looking to anyone who wasn't used to seeing pirates, looked around and saw Jack leaning with his face pressed against the bars.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here, Tweak. Captain Jack Sparrow." The scary one, who happened to have dreadlocks, spat on the ground before which Jack stood. "Last time I saw you, you were all alone, on a godforsaken island shrinkin' into the distance." The pirate with the cloth on his head had stopped mocking Jack only to allow his friend a snicker. "His fortunes aren't improved much."
The two men finally realized that there was someone else in the cell with Jack and weren't kind enough to let it go. "Or maybe they have, you seem to have yourself a little lass with you." That was it. Jesse began looking around for the bone she had thrown at the guard earlier that day. Jack ignored the comment. "Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." The dreadlocked pirate didn't seem to like the way Jack was talking. He reached into the cell and placed his hand upon Jack's throat.
"Jack, what did you do with the b..." Jesse looked up. The pirate was holding his hand about Jack's neck. Just where the moon shown on the pirates arm, it changed. It wasn't an arm anymore. It was a skeleton. "...never mind."
She didn't think throwing a bone at these guys was a good idea. "So there is a curse. That's interesting." Jack looked from the arm in his cell to the man behind it. "You know nothing of Hell." The pirate threw his arm into the cell throwing Jack backwards a little and releasing him of his grip. With that the two pirates turned and went off, to find the armory, most likely.
Jack examined the bone he held in his hand. "That's very interesting." Jesse found her voice. "What the hell was... that?" She couldn't think of what she was really wanting to ask. "I told you, mutinous crew, cursed gold, led them to it. I guess the gold really was cursed. Now they're some kind of legion of the undead. I really thought you were smarter than that, love." Jesse seemed to be satisfied with that answer. She suddenly remembered the 'lass' comment. "If one more person calls me lass they won't be waking up the next mornin'. And I told you don't call me love. I'm no ones love, especially not yours."
With that both went back to their sitting stations. The idea of being let out was looking really slim. If their luck got any worse they were gonna need more than a horseshoe to get out of the deep shit they were in.
So, what did you think. Please tell me! Even if you already reviewed, give me your opinion on the new chapter! Purty Please!