Disclaimer: If I owned PotC, do you really think I'd be writing this? No, I
would be out in the Caribbean filming it with Johnny and some actress to
play Nicola and I would be rich, rich I tell you! Um, yeah.
A/N: Thank you for the one review I got! I feel so loved! ^_^ But please please review if you haven't before, it really brightens up my day. And when you live in England the day really needs to be brightened up.
Chapter three-Nicola tells her story
Nicola woke up after her first night aboard the Black Pearl, as she found out it was called. It was a beautiful ship, she had decided, despite its unusual looks. And its captain wasn't too bad looking either, once he had taken off that raggedy old hat. Nicola giggled as she remembered Jack's over-dramatic behaviour while they were discussing the fee for the ride. He had exaggerated everything he said, and she felt a little like he was talking to a five-year-old, but he had made her laugh...something that she hadn't done in a long time.
The waves splashed against the side of the ship, reminding Nicola of the time she had gone to the beach when she was a child. She had never been allowed in the water back then. Her mother had insisted it was dangerous, that there were monsters in the water that would waste no time in obtaining a free meal. They had all ran away screaming when a crab scuttled on to the sand, snapping it's claws at them.
"Excuse me? Miss...uh...what was your name again?"
"Nicola." Nicola replied back to the pirate captain who had come to wake her up.
"Miss Nicola, breakfast is served. You'll be dining with me, savvy?"
"Yes."
She opened her door and followed Jack down to his "quarters", as they were called. She noticed the decoration was very similar to the room in which she had stayed. It was dark and gloomy, yet elegant at the same time, with luxuries such as silk cushions and carefully embroidered curtains at the window. The table that she sat at was beautifully carved mahogany, with a very unique pattern to it. The crew had obviously done well for themselves as pirates.
"Eat up." Jack said as he bit into his apple ravenously. It wasn't long before he had picked up another, and Nicola was amazed at his appetite.
Well, he is a man...
She chose a rosy red apple from the bowl and daintily nibbled at it, but soon she too was munching away like she hadn't eaten for a week.
"Glad to see you have an appetite." Jack commented.
"Mmm."
"So...what makes a lovely young woman such as yourself want to go to Tortuga?"
"It is a long and complicated story. I do not think you would like to hear it, it becomes very tiresome."
Jack smiled. "I don't care how borin' it is, love, I need somethin' to keep me busy. Besides," He stopped chewing for a moment, "I curious as to know why you need to go to such an awful place. You've obviously had a rough time."
Nicola was silent. Should she tell this, this stranger, what she had been going through over the last few months? It was obvious by the look on his face, however, that he wouldn't stop pestering her if she said no, so she agreed to tell him.
"You sure you want to listen to all of this?" She asked, brushing her dark brown hair out of her face nervously.
"'Course I do, love. I wouldn't have asked otherwise."
Taking a deep breath, Nicola began to tell her story. "Well, here goes..."
She explained about the marriage, about how her father was ashamed of her as she was constantly letting him down, about how she looked up to her sister, who wasn't afraid to say how she felt. About how lonely she had been feeling since her sister left. Jack listened patiently to Nicola's story and by the end of it he even seemed to be sympathetic. Nicola was grateful.
"I was right, then. You have had an incredibly traumatic time recently, and now you are going to Tortuga to find your sister who you hope will help you." He said.
"Actually, I do not hope she will help me, I know she will help me." She replied, insulted that he doubted her sister's reliability.
Jack shook his head, causing his hair to fly all over the place, giving her quite a shock. "I wouldn't be so sure, love. As much as your sister loves you, Tortuga has a strange way of changing people. She may not be as willing to help you as you think."
Nicola was about to have an outburst at the man's cruel honesty, when Gibbs burst into the room.
"Cap'n, we've noticed the clouds are hintin' a storm comin' in a couple o' days. Should we carry on sailin' on the same course?"
"What? Oh. Yes, carry on as we are. We should reach Tortuga before the storm reaches us."
The captain and Gibbs walked out of the room, talking in their nautical language about currents and the direction of the wind. Nicola also left, but went up on deck to see the weather for herself. The wind was fairly strong and the clouds were bubbling in the sky. Gibbs was right; there was a storm coming. This was not a reassuring thought, especially as she had never been on a ship in a storm, and she was terrified of the experience. She walked over to the side of the ship and looked down at the water below. It was a deep, indigo blue, with a splash of green mixed in and dashes of gold where the sun was sparkling on it. Nicola decided it was the most beautiful thing she had seen.
A/N: Thank you for the one review I got! I feel so loved! ^_^ But please please review if you haven't before, it really brightens up my day. And when you live in England the day really needs to be brightened up.
Chapter three-Nicola tells her story
Nicola woke up after her first night aboard the Black Pearl, as she found out it was called. It was a beautiful ship, she had decided, despite its unusual looks. And its captain wasn't too bad looking either, once he had taken off that raggedy old hat. Nicola giggled as she remembered Jack's over-dramatic behaviour while they were discussing the fee for the ride. He had exaggerated everything he said, and she felt a little like he was talking to a five-year-old, but he had made her laugh...something that she hadn't done in a long time.
The waves splashed against the side of the ship, reminding Nicola of the time she had gone to the beach when she was a child. She had never been allowed in the water back then. Her mother had insisted it was dangerous, that there were monsters in the water that would waste no time in obtaining a free meal. They had all ran away screaming when a crab scuttled on to the sand, snapping it's claws at them.
"Excuse me? Miss...uh...what was your name again?"
"Nicola." Nicola replied back to the pirate captain who had come to wake her up.
"Miss Nicola, breakfast is served. You'll be dining with me, savvy?"
"Yes."
She opened her door and followed Jack down to his "quarters", as they were called. She noticed the decoration was very similar to the room in which she had stayed. It was dark and gloomy, yet elegant at the same time, with luxuries such as silk cushions and carefully embroidered curtains at the window. The table that she sat at was beautifully carved mahogany, with a very unique pattern to it. The crew had obviously done well for themselves as pirates.
"Eat up." Jack said as he bit into his apple ravenously. It wasn't long before he had picked up another, and Nicola was amazed at his appetite.
Well, he is a man...
She chose a rosy red apple from the bowl and daintily nibbled at it, but soon she too was munching away like she hadn't eaten for a week.
"Glad to see you have an appetite." Jack commented.
"Mmm."
"So...what makes a lovely young woman such as yourself want to go to Tortuga?"
"It is a long and complicated story. I do not think you would like to hear it, it becomes very tiresome."
Jack smiled. "I don't care how borin' it is, love, I need somethin' to keep me busy. Besides," He stopped chewing for a moment, "I curious as to know why you need to go to such an awful place. You've obviously had a rough time."
Nicola was silent. Should she tell this, this stranger, what she had been going through over the last few months? It was obvious by the look on his face, however, that he wouldn't stop pestering her if she said no, so she agreed to tell him.
"You sure you want to listen to all of this?" She asked, brushing her dark brown hair out of her face nervously.
"'Course I do, love. I wouldn't have asked otherwise."
Taking a deep breath, Nicola began to tell her story. "Well, here goes..."
She explained about the marriage, about how her father was ashamed of her as she was constantly letting him down, about how she looked up to her sister, who wasn't afraid to say how she felt. About how lonely she had been feeling since her sister left. Jack listened patiently to Nicola's story and by the end of it he even seemed to be sympathetic. Nicola was grateful.
"I was right, then. You have had an incredibly traumatic time recently, and now you are going to Tortuga to find your sister who you hope will help you." He said.
"Actually, I do not hope she will help me, I know she will help me." She replied, insulted that he doubted her sister's reliability.
Jack shook his head, causing his hair to fly all over the place, giving her quite a shock. "I wouldn't be so sure, love. As much as your sister loves you, Tortuga has a strange way of changing people. She may not be as willing to help you as you think."
Nicola was about to have an outburst at the man's cruel honesty, when Gibbs burst into the room.
"Cap'n, we've noticed the clouds are hintin' a storm comin' in a couple o' days. Should we carry on sailin' on the same course?"
"What? Oh. Yes, carry on as we are. We should reach Tortuga before the storm reaches us."
The captain and Gibbs walked out of the room, talking in their nautical language about currents and the direction of the wind. Nicola also left, but went up on deck to see the weather for herself. The wind was fairly strong and the clouds were bubbling in the sky. Gibbs was right; there was a storm coming. This was not a reassuring thought, especially as she had never been on a ship in a storm, and she was terrified of the experience. She walked over to the side of the ship and looked down at the water below. It was a deep, indigo blue, with a splash of green mixed in and dashes of gold where the sun was sparkling on it. Nicola decided it was the most beautiful thing she had seen.