DISCLAIMER: THE CHARCTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME. SAM, BILL AND RAVEN DO.
Author's note: Hey! Sorry it took so long for me to update. I have gotten occupied by other things. But suddenly today I had the inspiration to continue with other chapter.
The room was silent. It was a deadly silence that could have sent a shiver up anyone's spine. A bound figure lay on a dirty bed covered in blood and sweat. He scanned his eyes lazily around the room. He did this until his hurting eyes settled on a silent figure in the corner of the room.
Sam sat in the corner of the room with one foot propped up on a small table. She carelessly twirled a blood stained dagger in her hand. She guessed people like her should be locked up. People who had finally snapped. After years of what she had gone through she had finally snapped. She tilted her gazed towards her father. She didn't kill him. She knew that. She just wanted to put him through the same pain she had gone through. A frigtened child she had been most of her life. Well that no longer was going to happen.
Sam slowly stood up letting her raven hair fall over her shoulders. The room seemed to tilt and suddenly she had to grasp something. "Jesus." she mumbled. She gasped in air and tried not to fall over. God the room was spinning. Slowly she sunk to the floor gasped in some air. The room slowly stopped spinning and Sam looked up again. God she wished that would stop. "Sam." Her name came across the room in a quiet whisper. She stood up slowly and strided over to where her father lay.
"I should have just shut you up." she mumbled as she looked at him. "Sam you can't keep me here. They will come." Sam had to let out a laugh at this. "Who? Who will come? Will? Annamaria? You'd better think again. Because if you think that I'm the only one whose done any damage around here your wrong. You have done some damage yourself and not only to me. If you want to get out of this room alive you best keep your hole shut!" Sam hadn't even realized how loud her voice had got. She needed to get out of this room.
Sam slowly stumbled towards the door and made sure to lock it behind her. The wooden stairs underneath her feet creaked and groaned as she made her way down the dirty and vile stairs. God it was hard to find a decent place to stay anymore. As she ventured out into the night air she had no idea what or where she was going. As she walked to lonely streets she noticed that the Pearl was still in port. That meant that Will and what was left of the crew where still here. They must not find her or her father.
As she continued on through the town she remembered that she had made sure to tell the keep at the rooms to leave her and the room alone. But she knew those people barely listened. Maybe she had made a mistake by leaving the room.
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"Will!" Will turned his gaze reluctantly towards Annamaria. "What?" Annamaria and Gibbs caught up with him slightly out of breath. "You can't do this by yourself. You be needing our help." Will sighed and slowed his walking. "You don't understand. Sam has escaped and Jack is missing. Put those two together and we have a problem. We have to find Sam. If we want to help Jack we have to find Sam." Will continued on through the streets. He knew he had to find Sam. He just had no idea how he was going to do it.
The taverns in this town were vile and disgusting. Will cringed as they searched each and every one of them. He had asked every keep if they had seen Sam. He had made sure to discribe her. After hours of searching he finally came across a keep who seemed to know whom he was talking about. "Yes I saw a lass like that come by her a few hours ago. She had a bloody drunk with her. Gave her a room. She made sure to tell me that no one be bothering her."
Will knew that he was going to get no where with this man. He slid two shillings across the table and the man smiled a toothless smile. "She be in the room at the top of the stairs." Will turned to Annamaria and Gibbs. "Stay here just incase she's not in the room. I'll go up." His statement was followed by moans and groans. He just ignored them. Slowly he climbed the stairs and opened the rotting door. "Sam?" he whispered as he opened the door fully.
~*~
Sam stayed silently in the shadows. Her whole body was seized in panic. She had just seen Will, Annamaria and Gibbs entered where she be staying. What was she to do. They would find Jack. They would find what she had done to him. They would come after her. She could not let that happen. She could not let the horrors in her life take over again. She looked up at the sudden crimson moon and made a decison that could change her life forever. Or end it.
Sam slowly tied her hair back with the red rag and checked to make sure her pistol and dagger were in place. She slid her hand over her pistol and entered the tavern. As she entered she saw Annamaria and Gibbs running up the stairs. She had been found out indeed. Slowly she made her way up the stairs to be greeted by her wide open door. She moved to the door way and shut it aburptly behind her. The shocked forms of Will, Annamaria, and Gibbs turned right around.
"Now when you have a scene like this you have to make sure that you not be leaving the doors wide open." Sam sneered and still laid her hand on her pistol. She tilted her head towards Jack that was stumbled off the bed clutching his stomach. He tried to stand up straight and looked at her. His kohl lined eyes seemed to actually be filled with sadness. His raven hair was more of a mess than it usally was and his white shirt was soaked with his own blood. "Bloody hell Sam. I didn't raise you like this."
Sam let out a laugh that could have been echoed across the island of tortuga. "You didn't raise me at all. Haven't we already been through this Jack? You just trying to be your regular self because you feel protected by young Mr. Turner here." Sam shifted her gaze towards Will. His deep chcolate eyes filled with sadness and yearning. "Sam." he whispered. "Don't talk to me like your talking to Elizabeth. I am not some dumb woman who gets herself killed." Sam watched as the hurt in his face became apparent. She had struck a nerve.
"That's right Will. Elizabeth. You never loved me. You loved Elizabeth. I was just someone who you could pretend was Elizabeth. Well let me tell you something mate. I'm Sam Sparrow. You be barking up the wrong tree." Sam swaggered a bit backward and in the slight moment that she had let her guard down Will and Jack charged at her. Heads seemed to turn in the world below as Sam's screams echoed over the waters of the Caribbean.
Author's note: I don't think that I have done quite a good job with this chapter. Actually this story is not going quite as well as I had hoped. If you want to see more and want me to continue please let me know. If you do not well let me know that too.
Author's note: Hey! Sorry it took so long for me to update. I have gotten occupied by other things. But suddenly today I had the inspiration to continue with other chapter.
The room was silent. It was a deadly silence that could have sent a shiver up anyone's spine. A bound figure lay on a dirty bed covered in blood and sweat. He scanned his eyes lazily around the room. He did this until his hurting eyes settled on a silent figure in the corner of the room.
Sam sat in the corner of the room with one foot propped up on a small table. She carelessly twirled a blood stained dagger in her hand. She guessed people like her should be locked up. People who had finally snapped. After years of what she had gone through she had finally snapped. She tilted her gazed towards her father. She didn't kill him. She knew that. She just wanted to put him through the same pain she had gone through. A frigtened child she had been most of her life. Well that no longer was going to happen.
Sam slowly stood up letting her raven hair fall over her shoulders. The room seemed to tilt and suddenly she had to grasp something. "Jesus." she mumbled. She gasped in air and tried not to fall over. God the room was spinning. Slowly she sunk to the floor gasped in some air. The room slowly stopped spinning and Sam looked up again. God she wished that would stop. "Sam." Her name came across the room in a quiet whisper. She stood up slowly and strided over to where her father lay.
"I should have just shut you up." she mumbled as she looked at him. "Sam you can't keep me here. They will come." Sam had to let out a laugh at this. "Who? Who will come? Will? Annamaria? You'd better think again. Because if you think that I'm the only one whose done any damage around here your wrong. You have done some damage yourself and not only to me. If you want to get out of this room alive you best keep your hole shut!" Sam hadn't even realized how loud her voice had got. She needed to get out of this room.
Sam slowly stumbled towards the door and made sure to lock it behind her. The wooden stairs underneath her feet creaked and groaned as she made her way down the dirty and vile stairs. God it was hard to find a decent place to stay anymore. As she ventured out into the night air she had no idea what or where she was going. As she walked to lonely streets she noticed that the Pearl was still in port. That meant that Will and what was left of the crew where still here. They must not find her or her father.
As she continued on through the town she remembered that she had made sure to tell the keep at the rooms to leave her and the room alone. But she knew those people barely listened. Maybe she had made a mistake by leaving the room.
~*~
"Will!" Will turned his gaze reluctantly towards Annamaria. "What?" Annamaria and Gibbs caught up with him slightly out of breath. "You can't do this by yourself. You be needing our help." Will sighed and slowed his walking. "You don't understand. Sam has escaped and Jack is missing. Put those two together and we have a problem. We have to find Sam. If we want to help Jack we have to find Sam." Will continued on through the streets. He knew he had to find Sam. He just had no idea how he was going to do it.
The taverns in this town were vile and disgusting. Will cringed as they searched each and every one of them. He had asked every keep if they had seen Sam. He had made sure to discribe her. After hours of searching he finally came across a keep who seemed to know whom he was talking about. "Yes I saw a lass like that come by her a few hours ago. She had a bloody drunk with her. Gave her a room. She made sure to tell me that no one be bothering her."
Will knew that he was going to get no where with this man. He slid two shillings across the table and the man smiled a toothless smile. "She be in the room at the top of the stairs." Will turned to Annamaria and Gibbs. "Stay here just incase she's not in the room. I'll go up." His statement was followed by moans and groans. He just ignored them. Slowly he climbed the stairs and opened the rotting door. "Sam?" he whispered as he opened the door fully.
~*~
Sam stayed silently in the shadows. Her whole body was seized in panic. She had just seen Will, Annamaria and Gibbs entered where she be staying. What was she to do. They would find Jack. They would find what she had done to him. They would come after her. She could not let that happen. She could not let the horrors in her life take over again. She looked up at the sudden crimson moon and made a decison that could change her life forever. Or end it.
Sam slowly tied her hair back with the red rag and checked to make sure her pistol and dagger were in place. She slid her hand over her pistol and entered the tavern. As she entered she saw Annamaria and Gibbs running up the stairs. She had been found out indeed. Slowly she made her way up the stairs to be greeted by her wide open door. She moved to the door way and shut it aburptly behind her. The shocked forms of Will, Annamaria, and Gibbs turned right around.
"Now when you have a scene like this you have to make sure that you not be leaving the doors wide open." Sam sneered and still laid her hand on her pistol. She tilted her head towards Jack that was stumbled off the bed clutching his stomach. He tried to stand up straight and looked at her. His kohl lined eyes seemed to actually be filled with sadness. His raven hair was more of a mess than it usally was and his white shirt was soaked with his own blood. "Bloody hell Sam. I didn't raise you like this."
Sam let out a laugh that could have been echoed across the island of tortuga. "You didn't raise me at all. Haven't we already been through this Jack? You just trying to be your regular self because you feel protected by young Mr. Turner here." Sam shifted her gaze towards Will. His deep chcolate eyes filled with sadness and yearning. "Sam." he whispered. "Don't talk to me like your talking to Elizabeth. I am not some dumb woman who gets herself killed." Sam watched as the hurt in his face became apparent. She had struck a nerve.
"That's right Will. Elizabeth. You never loved me. You loved Elizabeth. I was just someone who you could pretend was Elizabeth. Well let me tell you something mate. I'm Sam Sparrow. You be barking up the wrong tree." Sam swaggered a bit backward and in the slight moment that she had let her guard down Will and Jack charged at her. Heads seemed to turn in the world below as Sam's screams echoed over the waters of the Caribbean.
Author's note: I don't think that I have done quite a good job with this chapter. Actually this story is not going quite as well as I had hoped. If you want to see more and want me to continue please let me know. If you do not well let me know that too.