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etc. It belongs to Disney.
Jen woke up with her face pressed into the mattress and her arm draped over the side. She sat up and looked around, her jaw dropping. She was in her old room. What had happened? She couldn't remember anything! Had Jack...and Adam...and the Pearl...had it all been a dream? Jen reached for her throat and instantly relaxed. She had her proof it was real; she had the necklace Jack had given her not long after they met. It had been his mother's. The maid, Mary was waiting beside the door.
"Good morning Mary." Jen said conversationally. Mary nodded timidly.
"Your father wants you in his den, Miss." Jen's heart sank. This was never good. Still, she got up and went downstairs to her father's office. He stood near the fire, waiting.
"You wanted me, Father?" He looked at her, his gaze boring into her.
"Adam Hawke decided to leave you with us until the wedding. You shamed our family last night." His voice was cold and steely.
"I'm no longer a part of this family. I don't consider you my parents, though the name stays." Jen responded instantly. Suddenly, the belt was in his hands. Jen felt her throat catch. She knew what was coming. Sure enough, she was ordered to turn around, and did so. The belt lashed out, snapping on her back. Jen refused to scream. The lashes came, harder and more frequently. Tears fell to the carpet, but no words. Finally, her father was breathing heavily.
"And another thing, Jennifer. You are no longer marrying Sparrow. He was thrown in jail last night after you became intoxicated. You will marry Mr. Hawke." Jen whirled around, well aware of the blood running in rivers down her back.
"I refuse!" She shouted. Her father's eyes glinted.
"No refusals. You will stay here as ordered until your wedding day, which is in two days." He said sternly. Jen shut her mouth for a moment, but curiosity overwhelmed her.
"And what of Jack?"
"Sparrow? Ah. He is to be hanged on the day of your wedding." Mr. Lanyen said with a satisfied smile. Jen turned around in disgust and walked back upstairs. Mary had a bath waiting, and Jen got in, letting out a hiss as the hot water met the cuts and welts. By the time she was done the bath, the water was tinted red. But the searing and throbbing pain had caused Jen to think. She smiled as Mary dressed her. She had a plan.
Later that day, Adam came calling. Jen acted docile, broken. She sat next to him and looked downcast, made no protests as he called her 'darling' and 'pet'. She sat dumbly throughout the entire thing. Finally, his visit drew to a close. Jen walked him to the door to say goodbye.
"Good night, Adam." Adam smiled, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
"Good night, darling." Then he was gone. Jen stuck out her tongue at the door and stomped upstairs. She dressed for bed and fell asleep soon, smiling as she thought how well her plan was going. The next morning, she learned her mother had secured her a dress. Jen nodded distantly. She smiled to herself, running over the plan. She would ask to see Jack before she married, and demand he be let out to say goodbye. Then, they would overpower the guards and run off to another island. Adam came to call again. For another boring afternoon, Jen was tame and obedient. Again, Jen walked him to the door.
"Adam, tomorrow, before our wedding, I want to visit Jack and say goodbye. You owe him that much." Jen said sternly. Adam paused in putting on his jacket.
"I'm afraid my darling that it won't be necessary. At my request, they moved up the time of Jack's hanging. In about three hours, Jack Sparrow will be out of this world and you need your sleep for tomorrow. It's going to be a big day." He said with a smile, kissing her cheek. Jen blinked back tears, she stood shocked and still as Adam left. This called for some modifications to the plan.
"Mary!" She screamed, dashing up the stairs.
Jen woke up with her face pressed into the mattress and her arm draped over the side. She sat up and looked around, her jaw dropping. She was in her old room. What had happened? She couldn't remember anything! Had Jack...and Adam...and the Pearl...had it all been a dream? Jen reached for her throat and instantly relaxed. She had her proof it was real; she had the necklace Jack had given her not long after they met. It had been his mother's. The maid, Mary was waiting beside the door.
"Good morning Mary." Jen said conversationally. Mary nodded timidly.
"Your father wants you in his den, Miss." Jen's heart sank. This was never good. Still, she got up and went downstairs to her father's office. He stood near the fire, waiting.
"You wanted me, Father?" He looked at her, his gaze boring into her.
"Adam Hawke decided to leave you with us until the wedding. You shamed our family last night." His voice was cold and steely.
"I'm no longer a part of this family. I don't consider you my parents, though the name stays." Jen responded instantly. Suddenly, the belt was in his hands. Jen felt her throat catch. She knew what was coming. Sure enough, she was ordered to turn around, and did so. The belt lashed out, snapping on her back. Jen refused to scream. The lashes came, harder and more frequently. Tears fell to the carpet, but no words. Finally, her father was breathing heavily.
"And another thing, Jennifer. You are no longer marrying Sparrow. He was thrown in jail last night after you became intoxicated. You will marry Mr. Hawke." Jen whirled around, well aware of the blood running in rivers down her back.
"I refuse!" She shouted. Her father's eyes glinted.
"No refusals. You will stay here as ordered until your wedding day, which is in two days." He said sternly. Jen shut her mouth for a moment, but curiosity overwhelmed her.
"And what of Jack?"
"Sparrow? Ah. He is to be hanged on the day of your wedding." Mr. Lanyen said with a satisfied smile. Jen turned around in disgust and walked back upstairs. Mary had a bath waiting, and Jen got in, letting out a hiss as the hot water met the cuts and welts. By the time she was done the bath, the water was tinted red. But the searing and throbbing pain had caused Jen to think. She smiled as Mary dressed her. She had a plan.
Later that day, Adam came calling. Jen acted docile, broken. She sat next to him and looked downcast, made no protests as he called her 'darling' and 'pet'. She sat dumbly throughout the entire thing. Finally, his visit drew to a close. Jen walked him to the door to say goodbye.
"Good night, Adam." Adam smiled, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
"Good night, darling." Then he was gone. Jen stuck out her tongue at the door and stomped upstairs. She dressed for bed and fell asleep soon, smiling as she thought how well her plan was going. The next morning, she learned her mother had secured her a dress. Jen nodded distantly. She smiled to herself, running over the plan. She would ask to see Jack before she married, and demand he be let out to say goodbye. Then, they would overpower the guards and run off to another island. Adam came to call again. For another boring afternoon, Jen was tame and obedient. Again, Jen walked him to the door.
"Adam, tomorrow, before our wedding, I want to visit Jack and say goodbye. You owe him that much." Jen said sternly. Adam paused in putting on his jacket.
"I'm afraid my darling that it won't be necessary. At my request, they moved up the time of Jack's hanging. In about three hours, Jack Sparrow will be out of this world and you need your sleep for tomorrow. It's going to be a big day." He said with a smile, kissing her cheek. Jen blinked back tears, she stood shocked and still as Adam left. This called for some modifications to the plan.
"Mary!" She screamed, dashing up the stairs.