#Disclaimer: Yes, as a matter of fact, I DO own everything!!! I keep jack in my clarinet case and will under my bed. But do not worry young fan-girls I don't harm them!
Will: HELP! SHE'S A MADWOMAN!
*hits will on the head* DON'T MAKE ME A LIAR!-------------Ok, No I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN!!!!! But I do however, own this plot.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~Review thanks will be at the end!
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Ocean Rose.
Chapter 2. The Madman.
"Let go of me," Syrah demanded, struggling from the man's grasp as he stood and started to almost drag her outside, chuckling evilly to himself, totally ignoring her demands that have by now turned into pleads.
"Please! Let me go! Please!" Syrah pleaded as the drunken man brought her into an empty alleyway, shoving her up against a wall.
He started to kiss down her neck and started to unbutton her dress. "Please, don't do this," Syrah pleaded, now in tears.
The man looked at her in the eyes coldly and spoke sternly "Shut the bloody 'ell up, wench!" Using that as a reply to her pleads. She started to sob. He raised his hand up to slap her, "Shut up or I'll give you something to cry about," he yelled. Syrah tried to stop crying and quieted down a bit. "That's better," The man chuckled and started kissing down her neck all over again and continued to unbutton her barmaid uniform. Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks, some dieing at her lips and other landing on her shirt. A ball formed in her neck as he got nearer and nearer to the end of the buttons and a stinging sensation grew in her eyes as more tears formed, and she started to plead again. Suddenly a shadow appeared behind the evil man. ((A/N: I was thinking about end the chapter her...NAH!)) Syrah didn't know what to think, was it a man that would take a turn after this horrid evil drunk man was don, or was it someone who has possibly heard her sobs and pleads and came to her rescue?((A/N: I was thinking about and it here, but decided to go on)) The shadow spoke "What in the blood 'ell do ye think ye doin'?!" 'IT'(A/N: referring to the evil drunk madman) turned around and took a swing at the man behind him, obviously angry for this man interrupting them. The swing landed square on the Jack's jaw. Jack took two seconds out to rub his jaw and look at his angry opponent(it) before punching him right in the stomach, sending 'it' down to the ground clutching his stomach, gagging and gasping for air. Jack then grabbed the sobbing Syrah gently and pulled quickly away from the madman before he could get back up on his feet. Jack walked out of the alley with her and down the street until they were some distance away. Syrah had calmed down a bit, but was still crying.
"Ye ok," Jack asked. Syrah just sniffed and started to button her dress back up and fix herself.
"Yeah, I think I'll be okay." Syrah replied Will walked around until he spotted Jack, "Jack, there you are! Where did you go?" He asked.
"I believe that ye have no business in knowin' where I were at." Jack replied.
Syrah sniffled again and wiped her eyes, Will looked at her, finally noticing she was there. He gave a questioning look at Jack.
"She be someone who I found on the streets crying and I bein' the gentleman I am comforted her," Jack lied, knowing Syrah wouldn't want her story to be told any time soon, or ever. Syrah Just nodded and looks at Will, her piercing blue eyes mixing in with his chocolate brown eyes((A/N: i've noticed havn't put in a description of her yet! I will later with the author's notes at the bottom! sorry! for now, you know she has blue eyes! LoL)). She tore here eyes off of Will reluctantly and looks back at Jack.
"Well, um.....Sir-"
"No, luv, Captain Jack Sparrow," Jack interrupted her, emphasizing the word captain.
"Right, Well, Cap-ee-tan I must get back to the bar then I guess."
Jack makes a face as she calls him 'Cap-ee-tan'. "I'm sorry, their must be someone else 'ere, 'cause My name is not....that.. Thing you just said."
Syrah just nodded and started walking back to the bar shouting back at him, "Good Captain!"
~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A little bit bigger than my last chapter. Ok, here is her description: Brown hair with soft natural soft curls and piercing blue eyes, around Will's height, 18 years old erm..thin? there! a description!
Thanks for reveiwing guys! :
CJ* -Cj- My first ever reveiwer! *huggle* thanks for the great reveiw
it says that i have two more reveiws or sumthin, but i havn't got them yet, i'll put you guys up before the disclaimer in the nexy chapter!
Next chapter i'm giving out jack beads and such to the ones that reveiw :) reveiw, love you guys! ~punk
Ocean Rose.
Chapter 2. The Madman.
"Let go of me," Syrah demanded, struggling from the man's grasp as he stood and started to almost drag her outside, chuckling evilly to himself, totally ignoring her demands that have by now turned into pleads.
"Please! Let me go! Please!" Syrah pleaded as the drunken man brought her into an empty alleyway, shoving her up against a wall.
He started to kiss down her neck and started to unbutton her dress. "Please, don't do this," Syrah pleaded, now in tears.
The man looked at her in the eyes coldly and spoke sternly "Shut the bloody 'ell up, wench!" Using that as a reply to her pleads. She started to sob. He raised his hand up to slap her, "Shut up or I'll give you something to cry about," he yelled. Syrah tried to stop crying and quieted down a bit. "That's better," The man chuckled and started kissing down her neck all over again and continued to unbutton her barmaid uniform. Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks, some dieing at her lips and other landing on her shirt. A ball formed in her neck as he got nearer and nearer to the end of the buttons and a stinging sensation grew in her eyes as more tears formed, and she started to plead again. Suddenly a shadow appeared behind the evil man. ((A/N: I was thinking about end the chapter her...NAH!)) Syrah didn't know what to think, was it a man that would take a turn after this horrid evil drunk man was don, or was it someone who has possibly heard her sobs and pleads and came to her rescue?((A/N: I was thinking about and it here, but decided to go on)) The shadow spoke "What in the blood 'ell do ye think ye doin'?!" 'IT'(A/N: referring to the evil drunk madman) turned around and took a swing at the man behind him, obviously angry for this man interrupting them. The swing landed square on the Jack's jaw. Jack took two seconds out to rub his jaw and look at his angry opponent(it) before punching him right in the stomach, sending 'it' down to the ground clutching his stomach, gagging and gasping for air. Jack then grabbed the sobbing Syrah gently and pulled quickly away from the madman before he could get back up on his feet. Jack walked out of the alley with her and down the street until they were some distance away. Syrah had calmed down a bit, but was still crying.
"Ye ok," Jack asked. Syrah just sniffed and started to button her dress back up and fix herself.
"Yeah, I think I'll be okay." Syrah replied Will walked around until he spotted Jack, "Jack, there you are! Where did you go?" He asked.
"I believe that ye have no business in knowin' where I were at." Jack replied.
Syrah sniffled again and wiped her eyes, Will looked at her, finally noticing she was there. He gave a questioning look at Jack.
"She be someone who I found on the streets crying and I bein' the gentleman I am comforted her," Jack lied, knowing Syrah wouldn't want her story to be told any time soon, or ever. Syrah Just nodded and looks at Will, her piercing blue eyes mixing in with his chocolate brown eyes((A/N: i've noticed havn't put in a description of her yet! I will later with the author's notes at the bottom! sorry! for now, you know she has blue eyes! LoL)). She tore here eyes off of Will reluctantly and looks back at Jack.
"Well, um.....Sir-"
"No, luv, Captain Jack Sparrow," Jack interrupted her, emphasizing the word captain.
"Right, Well, Cap-ee-tan I must get back to the bar then I guess."
Jack makes a face as she calls him 'Cap-ee-tan'. "I'm sorry, their must be someone else 'ere, 'cause My name is not....that.. Thing you just said."
Syrah just nodded and started walking back to the bar shouting back at him, "Good Captain!"
~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A little bit bigger than my last chapter. Ok, here is her description: Brown hair with soft natural soft curls and piercing blue eyes, around Will's height, 18 years old erm..thin? there! a description!
Thanks for reveiwing guys! :
CJ* -Cj- My first ever reveiwer! *huggle* thanks for the great reveiw
it says that i have two more reveiws or sumthin, but i havn't got them yet, i'll put you guys up before the disclaimer in the nexy chapter!
Next chapter i'm giving out jack beads and such to the ones that reveiw :) reveiw, love you guys! ~punk