Disclaimer – I don't own POTC, any characters, events, plots, settings,
etc. from it. It belongs to Disney and it's executives.
Oh, and for later in the chapter I'm not trying to insult anyone's religion, I'm religious myself, but I needed this for my story.
THANKS TO ALL REVIEWERS!
Mary's nimble fingers quickly undid the little buttons on the back of Jen's gown. Aided by Jen, they nearly ripped it off in haste. Mary had thought that the entire thing of her and Jack being together was so romantic she had agreed to help. Jen waited impatiently as Mary found one of her old dresses and brought it forth. Jen was redressed and Jen ran over the plan once more.
"I'll come for you, Miss Jennifer, if need be. If your father comes for you, I'll be in my own room. When he discovers you missing, he'll ask me where I was. I'll say it was Samantha taking care of you tonight, and that I was taking a break. Don't worry about Samantha, she died two weeks ago, not that your father noticed. Oh, not meaning any disrespect." Mary finished quickly. Jen nodded.
"All right. Thank you, Mary. I'll find a way to repay you, I swear." Jen said, rushing to the window.
"Be careful, Miss." Mary cautioned nervously, crossing her arms anxiously. Jen threw open the window and stepped out, her ankles wobbling as she shifted her weight from inside to outside. Jen smiled at Mary quickly before shutting the windows and waving goodbye. Next, she crossed over to where she'd be able to shimmy down. Jen was thankful that she had spent the past year climbing the rigging with Jack, so climbing down the trellis was amazingly simple, even in her dress. Jen ran into the deep shadows, making her way to her father's stables. It was there she found a horse, black as night, waiting for her. She remembered this horse from when she was younger, her father's prized stallion. It tossed its dark mane as its black eyes found Jen intruding. Jen held out a carrot and it immediately took to her. Jen grinned and found a saddle, which she put on clumsily, not used to working with horses. Soon enough, she had mounted and snapped the reins. It was a few moments later that they were trotting down the road, into the town and towards the jail. When they did reach the jail, Jen pulled a cloak out of the saddlebag she had. Quickly, she wrapped it around herself. Entering the jail, a guard immediately asked her business there.
"I'm a missionary, Sire. I wish to see the prisoners and see if any of them would like to receive God's forgiveness before dying." She said gruffly, making her voice as hoarse as possible. The guard nodded.
"Of course, ma'am." He nodded and quickly made the sign of the cross before letting her pass. Jen quickly made her way down into the dark recesses of the jail, grimacing as the air became significantly colder and mustier. It was so dark she could barely see in front of her, and was relieved when she got to the landing of the stairs. A small lantern cast a dim pool of light, and Jen headed for it, intending to use it. Unfortunately, it was nailed down. Instead, she called.
"Jack Sparrow!" She called softly, not wanting to arouse any guards or any other prisoners. Nothing. Frustrated, she bent down and jerked the lantern up. She headed down the cells, looking. Finally, she saw a man sprawled out on the floor, dark hair covering the face. But the sleeve had been caught on something and torn, revealing a tattoo of a sparrow. Jen knelt down and shook him through the bars. Jack jerked awake, his eyes unfocused in the dark.
"Who's wakin' me up? I said I don't want ta wake up again!" Jack growled, angry. Jen grabbed his hand and pulled her hood off of her head.
"Jack, it's me. Calm down." Jack was reeking of rum. "What happened? Why don't you want to wake up?" She asked, settling down.
"For starters, I have a hangover. Second reason, you don't love me and you betrayed me." Jack said, pouting and relocating to a corner farthest from Jen. Jen sighed in exasperation.
"Who told you that? Of course I love you Jack, which is why I'm here now!"
"No you don't! After we had dinner, your fiancée told me that you were going to marry him instead and leave me to die." Jack slurred.
"Hawke lied, Jack. I promise that I still love you. I came here to rescue you."
"Really, Jen?" Jack asked.
"Really, Jack. Now come on, we've got to go. Adam moved up the time of your hanging!" Jack blinked a few times, shaking his head, trying to clear it. Finally he stood up.
"All right. Let's go." Suddenly, Jen heard footsteps stomping down the stairs. She pulled her hood back up again. The redcoat peered into the darkness.
"Ma'am? Miss Nun? Are you there?" He asked loudly. Jen reached into the cell and pulled Jack to his knees.
"Let us pray." She said loudly in the hoarse voice.
"Right then. I'll leave you to it." The guard said, not wanting to stick around for the prayer service. Jen mumbled half of 'Hail Mary' and waited for the guard to leave. When he was finally gone Jen got up and pulled Jack with her.
"Great luv, so, get me out." Jack said, gesturing upwards with his hands. Jen nodded and looked around.
"Uh...yes...well...I didn't really plan the getting out part. But don't worry, the rest is planned!" Jen added hastily. Jack groaned.
"Then we'll do it the old fashioned way. Get a bench!" Jack ordered. Jen managed to find a bench in the dark and quickly propped it against the cell door.
"These are half pin barrel hinges. With the right amount of leverage, the door'll lift free." Jack said smugly. Jen applied leverage. With a loud cracking sound, the door popped off.
"Come on, luv." Jack seemed to have sobered up a great deal. He took Jen's hand and led her up the stairs. In the dark he had found his sword and put it on. They quickly made their way up the stairs and Jack quietly snuck up on the guard, knocking him over the head with the butt of his sword. The guard crumpled to the ground, senseless. Jen grabbed the man's sword and held it firmly in her hand.
"Never know. Just for insurance." Jen said to Jack as he looked at her questioningly. They made their way quietly through the town, slinking through the shadows towards the dock. They made it. Jen grinned at hearing her shoes click on the wooden dock, a sound she was at home with. Jen looked down at the water.
"We'll swim to where the Pearl is, no need ta have people following us." Jack told her decidedly. Jen nodded and let Jack help her shed off her outer dress, once more leaving her in her shift. Jen looked down into the dark water and took a deep breath.
"This is it!" She said happily. Raising her arms up, she dove in, breaking the surface first with her hands and sliding comfortably under the water. When she broke the surface she turned back towards Jack. She was about to yell back to him but the sound caught in her throat. Sliding out of the darkness was Adam Hawke, his sword raised and pointed at Jack's heart.
Oh, and for later in the chapter I'm not trying to insult anyone's religion, I'm religious myself, but I needed this for my story.
THANKS TO ALL REVIEWERS!
Mary's nimble fingers quickly undid the little buttons on the back of Jen's gown. Aided by Jen, they nearly ripped it off in haste. Mary had thought that the entire thing of her and Jack being together was so romantic she had agreed to help. Jen waited impatiently as Mary found one of her old dresses and brought it forth. Jen was redressed and Jen ran over the plan once more.
"I'll come for you, Miss Jennifer, if need be. If your father comes for you, I'll be in my own room. When he discovers you missing, he'll ask me where I was. I'll say it was Samantha taking care of you tonight, and that I was taking a break. Don't worry about Samantha, she died two weeks ago, not that your father noticed. Oh, not meaning any disrespect." Mary finished quickly. Jen nodded.
"All right. Thank you, Mary. I'll find a way to repay you, I swear." Jen said, rushing to the window.
"Be careful, Miss." Mary cautioned nervously, crossing her arms anxiously. Jen threw open the window and stepped out, her ankles wobbling as she shifted her weight from inside to outside. Jen smiled at Mary quickly before shutting the windows and waving goodbye. Next, she crossed over to where she'd be able to shimmy down. Jen was thankful that she had spent the past year climbing the rigging with Jack, so climbing down the trellis was amazingly simple, even in her dress. Jen ran into the deep shadows, making her way to her father's stables. It was there she found a horse, black as night, waiting for her. She remembered this horse from when she was younger, her father's prized stallion. It tossed its dark mane as its black eyes found Jen intruding. Jen held out a carrot and it immediately took to her. Jen grinned and found a saddle, which she put on clumsily, not used to working with horses. Soon enough, she had mounted and snapped the reins. It was a few moments later that they were trotting down the road, into the town and towards the jail. When they did reach the jail, Jen pulled a cloak out of the saddlebag she had. Quickly, she wrapped it around herself. Entering the jail, a guard immediately asked her business there.
"I'm a missionary, Sire. I wish to see the prisoners and see if any of them would like to receive God's forgiveness before dying." She said gruffly, making her voice as hoarse as possible. The guard nodded.
"Of course, ma'am." He nodded and quickly made the sign of the cross before letting her pass. Jen quickly made her way down into the dark recesses of the jail, grimacing as the air became significantly colder and mustier. It was so dark she could barely see in front of her, and was relieved when she got to the landing of the stairs. A small lantern cast a dim pool of light, and Jen headed for it, intending to use it. Unfortunately, it was nailed down. Instead, she called.
"Jack Sparrow!" She called softly, not wanting to arouse any guards or any other prisoners. Nothing. Frustrated, she bent down and jerked the lantern up. She headed down the cells, looking. Finally, she saw a man sprawled out on the floor, dark hair covering the face. But the sleeve had been caught on something and torn, revealing a tattoo of a sparrow. Jen knelt down and shook him through the bars. Jack jerked awake, his eyes unfocused in the dark.
"Who's wakin' me up? I said I don't want ta wake up again!" Jack growled, angry. Jen grabbed his hand and pulled her hood off of her head.
"Jack, it's me. Calm down." Jack was reeking of rum. "What happened? Why don't you want to wake up?" She asked, settling down.
"For starters, I have a hangover. Second reason, you don't love me and you betrayed me." Jack said, pouting and relocating to a corner farthest from Jen. Jen sighed in exasperation.
"Who told you that? Of course I love you Jack, which is why I'm here now!"
"No you don't! After we had dinner, your fiancée told me that you were going to marry him instead and leave me to die." Jack slurred.
"Hawke lied, Jack. I promise that I still love you. I came here to rescue you."
"Really, Jen?" Jack asked.
"Really, Jack. Now come on, we've got to go. Adam moved up the time of your hanging!" Jack blinked a few times, shaking his head, trying to clear it. Finally he stood up.
"All right. Let's go." Suddenly, Jen heard footsteps stomping down the stairs. She pulled her hood back up again. The redcoat peered into the darkness.
"Ma'am? Miss Nun? Are you there?" He asked loudly. Jen reached into the cell and pulled Jack to his knees.
"Let us pray." She said loudly in the hoarse voice.
"Right then. I'll leave you to it." The guard said, not wanting to stick around for the prayer service. Jen mumbled half of 'Hail Mary' and waited for the guard to leave. When he was finally gone Jen got up and pulled Jack with her.
"Great luv, so, get me out." Jack said, gesturing upwards with his hands. Jen nodded and looked around.
"Uh...yes...well...I didn't really plan the getting out part. But don't worry, the rest is planned!" Jen added hastily. Jack groaned.
"Then we'll do it the old fashioned way. Get a bench!" Jack ordered. Jen managed to find a bench in the dark and quickly propped it against the cell door.
"These are half pin barrel hinges. With the right amount of leverage, the door'll lift free." Jack said smugly. Jen applied leverage. With a loud cracking sound, the door popped off.
"Come on, luv." Jack seemed to have sobered up a great deal. He took Jen's hand and led her up the stairs. In the dark he had found his sword and put it on. They quickly made their way up the stairs and Jack quietly snuck up on the guard, knocking him over the head with the butt of his sword. The guard crumpled to the ground, senseless. Jen grabbed the man's sword and held it firmly in her hand.
"Never know. Just for insurance." Jen said to Jack as he looked at her questioningly. They made their way quietly through the town, slinking through the shadows towards the dock. They made it. Jen grinned at hearing her shoes click on the wooden dock, a sound she was at home with. Jen looked down at the water.
"We'll swim to where the Pearl is, no need ta have people following us." Jack told her decidedly. Jen nodded and let Jack help her shed off her outer dress, once more leaving her in her shift. Jen looked down into the dark water and took a deep breath.
"This is it!" She said happily. Raising her arms up, she dove in, breaking the surface first with her hands and sliding comfortably under the water. When she broke the surface she turned back towards Jack. She was about to yell back to him but the sound caught in her throat. Sliding out of the darkness was Adam Hawke, his sword raised and pointed at Jack's heart.