Amoria
Chapter 5- Unbelievable
Disclaimer: Sadly, I only own Amoria.
"Hey! No one owns Amoria Sparrow!"
*sighs* Ok, I don't own ANYTHING, why must you people crush a young girls dreams??
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"You think this wise, lass, crossing blades with a pirate?" Jack said in a cocky manner before we began.
"Ah, but you forget one thing Sparrow, I have the blood of a pirate!" I fired back, then something in my head sent me a warning message. "Sparrow lets keep this fair, hand your pistol over to Will." He looked at me as though I was crazy but complied any way and handed his pistol to Will, who sat looked at it for a second then placed it on a nearby table. He lunged at me but somehow I parried his blow. Somehow my body knew what to do so I just let my instincts take over.
Everything became a blur but not to my subconscious mind. After a long battle he had me backed into a corner, he smirked at me.
"It appears ye've lost, ye best be surrendering."
"I think not." I replied as I dropped down onto one knee and swung my other one just right so he fell on his back. Then while he was still on the ground I raced over to the table and grabbed his pistol; placing it directly in front of his face.
"Sparrow, it appears you've lost." I manage between chest heaving breaths. He looked at me, eyes wide in disbelief. I kicked his cutlass away from him, sending it sliding across the floor and stopping at Will's feet; he appears to be having trouble absorbing what he just witnessed.
After several moments of ear splitting silence, I turned, with Jack's pistol still in hand, and exit the home; leaving a stunned Will, Jack, and Elizabeth behind. Sitting down on the steps just outside the home I take a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, majestic scents of the Caribbean. The door opened and out steps my favorite person at the moment, Jack Sparrow.
"What do you want Jack Sparrow? Did Will or Elizabeth send you out here?" I asked, amazingly enough, with none of my emotions making their way into my words.
"CAPTAIN, Captain Jack Sparrow and no luv," he replied in his usual manner "I came out here on me own accord, I jus' wanna know where ye learned ta fight like tha'."
"I…ah…well I…ah…don't know…" I answered truthfully. He sat down next to me on the step.
"Can I see it, luv?" he asked quietly. I didn't understand.
"See what, Jack?" I asked skeptically, thinking Okay, he's lost it!
"Your tattoo, luv." He answered.
"M—my…How did you know?" He rolled up one of his sleeves to reveal a tattoo; the exact same tattoo I have on my right shoulder, I've had it for as long as I can remember: a sparrow flying over water.
"All Sparrows are given one, an' tha' means ye, tha' is o'course if ye are a Sparrow." That explains it! I looked at him and nodded my head in understanding. I rolled my sleeve up, but stopped at the elbow and turned to Jack; his face looked expectant, so I rolled my sleeve up the rest of the way, exposing the tattoo. I turn away not wanting to see his reaction; half expecting to find out that he isn't my father. I'm startled when I feel a hand tracing the tattoo. I move away from the touch and turn to face Jack. He almost appeared to be in a trance of some kind.
"Jack?" I whispered. He looked at me; his face, his eyes; unreadable.
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