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"Ye know where the Sliver Swan is?" Jack hissed in her ear and, at her nod, told her to take him there.
The guards walked past on their way to relieve their fellow soldiers and Jack, with the girl leading him, managed to edge past and into the small town without being noticed. By the time they reached the Sliver Swan, shouts could be heard in the distance.
"Captain Sparrow," a voice exclaimed as the duo entered. They were ushered into the kitchens by a barmaid.
"Sally, can ye hide us for a while?" Jack addressed the obvious owner of the tavern/inn, slurring his words as he did so. The owner was a blonde plump woman who seemed to know everything that happens the second it happens.
"Ye usual room," she nodded smiling at jack as if such a thing was a common occurrence.
Jack grinned back at her and looked down at the girl by his side, who stood staring blankly in front of her.
"Can ye find some clothes for her? And bring up some food," Sally nodded again.
The girl jerked back into herself as a drunken laughed came from the room behind them. She gripped Jack's arm tightly, communicating to him her terror.
"Come on lass, let's go." He led her up to his usual room.
With the door closed, Jack was alone with the lass who had, undoubtedly, saved his life.
"Let's get a look at ye." He knelt down to her height and studied her blue eyes intently. Her clothes were tattered rags; they'd have to go. She was covered in dirt and mud and her hair was most likely full of fleas.
"What's yer name?"
"Bessie."
"How old are yer?"
"12, I think." Jack inwardly winched, thinking of what had been done to her.
"Where yer from?"
"Dunno." Bessie looked at the ground, ashamed by her lack of knowledge of what she should know.
Jack lifted her chin gently and ignored her small flinch. He grinned at her, "where yer from dun matter, its where yer going that does." The corner of her mouth twitched slightly and there was a knock at the door. Jack spun and stood up in a fluid movement. He swayed slightly as he opened the door. He leaned against the doorframe for support. The barmaid who had ushered them into the tavern stood there, a tray of food in hand and a jug of rum hanging from her hand.
"There be a bath ready for the lass after she's eaten. Clothes will be awaiting her as well."
"Thank you, Maria," Jack grinned wickedly at her as he watched her place the food and rum on the table.
"Any time, captain," she winked at him and disappeared out the door. Jack closed it and expected to turn and see Bessie eating, but she hadn't moved.
"Yer?" he asked, raising his eyebrow questioningly.
"I...I only wanted out of t-t-there..." she stuttered.
"ah, but I promised I'd look after you, and that I will do. Now, eat." He walked to the table, picked up the jug of rum and took a big swing out of it, careful not to let any spill.
When he realised she still stood there, he told her if she wanted something to eat she should hurry up and eat before he himself at everything.
She tentively picked up a chunk of still warm bread, fascinated by the first fresh bread she had ever seen in her short life. She tore a small piece off and placed it in her mouth, where it seemed to melt. She ate the bread slowly that way, much to Jack's amusement, and found herself full. Jack was shocked by her admission of being full, then he reasoned that it was mostly likely the most she'd eaten at any one time.
He gave her directions to the bathing room and sat himself down comfortably as he though about what to do with her.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He called for them to enter, thinking it was Bessie, but Sally entered.
"Where'd ye find her? How'd ye escape?" asked Sally as she closed the door.
"She found me in the cell awaiting another hangin'. She got me out," he slurred.
"Poor lass. Maria told me she had never had a bath before and...Jack...she's been abused. Badly. If Maria hadn't have taken a stab in the dark and guessed shed at least been beaten and shown the lass the scars he husband had left, the lass would most likely still be standing there watching the steam."
Jack took another swing of his rum and thought.
"Yer...yer could leave her here, Jack," Sally offered.
"Nay. She'd follow me. I can tell. I'm the first person she's trusted, ever."
"Aye, ye can see it in her eyes. I'll get some blankets brought for you."
"Me?" Jack blinked in confusion.
"Yes, ye. Ye wouldn't really make that child sleep on the floor? She's covered in bruises and cuts."
"Ah, I'm not that heartless."
"You sure?" sally raised an eyebrow mockingly, "I'll do that now. She'll be finished soon."
Sally brought the blankets back within 5 minutes, and placed them on the floor near the end of the lone bed.
"She fell asleep while Maria was brushing her hair," Sally informed him.
Jack swaggered to his feet and wobbled down the hall and into the bathroom. He stopped in the doorway, eyebrows raised and a whistle of surprise and shock on his lips.
Bessie's hair had been full of dirt and lice, now you could see her real hair colour – the colour of fire. With the dirt gone and her in clean clothes, signs of her abuse could be seen.
"Poor lass," he said sadly as he gently lifted up the girl.
"First thing in the morning there's a smuggler's ship leaving in the morning..."
"What ship?" Jack interrupted Sally.
"The Ripe Apple."
"Look after this lass for me while I'm gone, Sally."
"Ye leaving her?" Sally's surprise showed in her voice.
"Aye. The crew of that ship is a vicious lot. No place for this lass."
"But..."
"I know. I'll explain it later. If they come lookin' here tell them I was here tonight, I stole ye money and I left. She's gonna stay here until I get back with the Pearl. In fact, this lass is my niece, I abandoned her here and she's your servant until the money I stole is paid off, the money I will go still soon because I will be needing to pay my way on this ship.
"Yer a sly one," grinned Sally as she held the door open for Jack to precede her down the hall and into his usual room.
"Just look after her for me," he said over his shoulder.