A/n: Ok here's the next chapter. Hope you all like it. (I really, really
hope I got her hair color right, I can't find it in previous chapters and
it's been a while since I typed anything for this story so, it's hard to
remember everything exact. Bare with me, I'm pathetic I know!)
Ellie heard a shrill cry as she walked through the cavern, her feet wet with cold water. She turned sharply, Jack was no where to be seen. "Jack . . .?" She asked into the darkness around her unaware he hadn't been with her for quite sometime. She began to panic slightly as she realized he was not answering her. The map she held fell to the floor as she wondered whose cries she had heard moments earlier. There was the sound of someone walking through the water around her, small splashes making ripples around her feet. There was someone there with her and Jack had disappeared. Ellie stood still trying to peer into the darkness around her. There was nothing she could see; the splashes grew closer and . . . "Ahhhh!" Ellie's screams echoed threw the cave's darkness. A pair of ghostly hands had snaked their fingers around her ankles with no means of letting go.
Ellie's Breathing was labored as she stirred in her sheets. Her eyes flashed open with fear. There was a knock at the door. She slipped on her shoes and slowly approached the wooden knob still wary from her strange dream moments before.
Ellie opened the door; it creaked on its worn hinges. "Jack . . .?"
"Ellie," His face held an expression she had yet to see until now. He looked at her hair falling around her face and thought how beautiful she really was. Ellie's appearance was one of confusion and uncertainty. She furrowed her brows and eyed him suspiciously. Jack grinned at her but still she could not understand his look. His eyes dancing in the dim light of her candle as she met his gaze.
"You should come with me . . ." He told her gently taking her cold wrist in his grasp.
"What is going on?" she pulled away a little but, his hold was tempting.
"Just come, love. It's obvious you had a bad dream" He smiled at her slipping an arm around her waist as she moved through the door. "I heard you screaming . . ."
"You did?" His hand was now clasped around her middle as they walked down the tavern's stairs.
"Aye . . ." He said no more; Ellie didn't take a risk of saying anything next, letting him lead her were he had wanted.
They wandered through the cluttered streets and down an ally way, Ellie bumping into things here and there. Her eyes where not accustomed to the dark. Jack held her tight, knowing she didn't like the dark and with rats running freely about the streets he knew she wouldn't like being away from him, at least he hoped that was the case. She shivered as he stopped walking. They stood before a heavy wooden door, a thick piece of wood draping over the front as a lock.
Jack stood there examining the door and its lock. He had plotted something, though what it was for and why she couldn't tell. Jack loosened his hold around her finally moving over to the door. His fingers caressed the weathered surface. He smirked and whispered to himself though still Ellie heard him, "Perfect . . ." His hand fell to the thick wood used as a lock. He opened it with a grunt and Ellie moved closer.
"What is this you have taken me to see?" she wondered aloud to him. He smiled broadly in the night's darkness. A small rat scurried over his foot and he threw it off, Ellie moving away from the creature quickly. He cocked his head to one side and pushed the door open, dust flew around their figures as they stepped inside. It had most defiantly been opened in quite sometime. At last Jack spoke to her.
"This belonged to the original owner of the Black Pearl, Robert Yonks . . . it was his home. He died and soon enough I was granted owner ship of the Pearl for being such a devoted sailor to 'er. I ha' grown close to that man in the time I was aboard the Pearl during his rein as captain, one of the only people he ever brought to this place . . . told me that shall he ever die he would trust his precious Pearl with me." He paused smiling slightly, "He told me this place was stocked with rum and I could have it all; you know it's even better after sitting for so long." His eyes were lit up with a silly look as he whisked Ellie off her feet and into the small home that required such a heavy door to guard.
Ellie screamed slightly not expecting it and then she started to protest by hitting his arm. She whispered into his ear, "Put me down, Jack Sparrow." Her breath brushing his neck and quickly she withdrew away from his head. He didn't let her go though until he reached the small dusty bed in the far corner. She dropped with a soft thud to mattress. Jack smirked at her and looked around spotting 8 huge barrels of rum across from the bed.
Jack walked around blindly till he found a small jar of matches on the bed side table. Lightling one it illuminated his face, the darkness being pierced through showing the tiny particles of unsettled dust around him. He lowered it to a candle lighting it so he could see. He then grabbed two glasses, whipping them out with an old blanket. Swaggering over in his drunken manner, a playful look in his eye, he tossed Ellie the blanket of yellow scratchy material. She wrapped it around her shoulders gratefully.
He set the glasses down bringing over a barrel of rum, Ellie rolled her eyes, what was he up to? After he had poured her and himself a glass of goodly aged rum Jack asked her, "Didn't ye ever wonder wha' we migh' of happened if we 'ad pursued that treasure after Neely died?" His face was lit with passion, passion of what he loved best: sailing on the open sea; it ran through his mind as the thought of treasure flowed in and out. She saw him as she had that awful night, his eyes full of wanting yet only willing to do anything if she sought him out first. He looked as if she still knew him the way she had years before, though she knew this wasn't the case. People changed and they were not an exception to this matter what so ever; they had both changed in so many ways she couldn't count, things could never be the same. She smiled shyly looking away. "He's always been this way though . . ." were the words that she heard, the whisper of a voice Ellie didn't recognize rushed through her mind.
"A little . . . I wondered about us . . ." her eyes trailed over his figure leaning on the bed, a glass of rum in one hand, beads and braids of black hair falling around his face, she smiled at him. Ellie closed her eyes sighing, an image playing at the back of her mind . . . another vision . . . "The girl." She said aloud not noticing her actions. Jack eyed her seeing as she looked frightened and worn out he just listened unsure of what was going on, though he was sure it had something to do with her strange visions. She stared at him, almost as if looking right though his body, like he wasn't even there. Her eyes wide looked as if the ocean it's self churned within them catching Jack off guard as he was lost within them for a second's time . . .
"She needs us . . . she says the path of life can't be seen until we fix what has been wronged." She paused shortly "The treasure!" She blurted out as if it wasn't even her own mind speaking. Ellie's eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted onto the thin mattress, her glass falling to the floor in a shattered pile. Jack immediately grabbed at her wrist to see if she had pulse. He was somewhat relieved when he found she did, even though it wasn't very strong. He brushed her hair away from her face, blowing out the candle next to them he laid down next to Ellie after covering her with the blanket to keep her warm. He didn't know what to do with her, it was later than 2 in the morning and she needed sleep, why wake her if she was already doing so. He turned his body toward her watching the delicate movement of her lungs, his head buried in her auburn brown hair as he fell asleep along side her once again.
When morning came Jack woke long before Ellie. Her pulse was stronger than before but, she would have to take it easy for a day before doing anything. Jack went to the small window in the back of the room; you could see the docks from there and all the ships in port. He spotted The Black Pearl with a grin. His boots clomped along the wood flooring making Ellie stir in her peaceful sleep. He was glad she had slept through the night without much tossing, hopefully no strange dreams. When she finally did wake he smiled at her, he had been climbing across her and was caught in the middle of it.
Her eyes grew wide again a smirk playing gently on his lips. He shifted over her and said, "Woman, do ye trust me, nothin' happened . . . I just was climbing over you to get me hat, savvy?" She blinked, her grin flashing up at him.
"It's a sham nothing happened Captain Sparrow . . . Because then I would have a reason to through ye to the floor, wouldn't I?" Jack's smirk went away replaced by a frown. She sat up underneath him pushing him away as she did so. Ellie saw Jack reaching for his hat but, beat him to it, placing it upon her head. He smiled at her a slight laugh escaping him.
"Looks damn good on ye, I'll give ye that!" Ellie tried to get out of bed but, he shoved her back down and told her she about died on him the night before and she would be going no where but to the ship and he would be carrying her. She was confused as to what he was talking about and then realized she couldn't remember much of the night before except the small room and the strange dream. She hadn't been here last she remembered and Jack hadn't been with her before, at least she thought he hadn't.
"Why am I HERE?" She pressed. Jack bit his lower lip he didn't want to tell her she had had another vision and all the detail of the events that occurred so he told her as little as possible.
"You had a bad dream, came with me here and passed out because you where tired." Jack quickly spat it all out; his eyes wide showing what he had said should be making all the sense in the world.
"I know you're leaving something out, Captain . . . though I don't feel like pressin' you." She sighed plopping back onto the mattress. Jack contemplated kissing her, if not just on the forehead but, he thought it best to refrain from doing so. She looked so tempting with hair scattered about the stained bed, her eyes studying him like he was the only thing in the world. That's why he was so caught of guard when she took hold of his neck trinkets looking at them, suddenly drawing him nearer. Her breath was on his neck and he smirked, an amusing though running through his mind. Ellie pulled the final distance between them closed and kissed him roughly on the lips. He pulled away seconds later to find Ellie's eyes open up as if she was insane. She had clearly shocked both of them.
"I shouldn't have done that . . ." She said quickly looking away.
"I knew ye couldn't resist me!" a cocky grin spreading onto his face. Ellie looked back at him shocked, her hand landing in a harsh slap upon his left cheek.
"Bloody 'ell, woman!" She smiled content with his reaction, almost looking innocent.
"I'm sorry Mr. Sparrow . . . did that hurt?" her innocent look seen in her eyes.
Latter that day after the Pearl was underway Jack found Ellie standing at the railing looking back at Buckley Island. Ellie heard his foot steps approaching and said "you know . . . it was on an island like that one where my first love died, he was murdered and I still haven't found the bastard who did it . . . oh but I will," she looked behind her, Jack's face looked confused but, interested. "That person is the only person I think I could kill without any regrets of my guilty conscious." She smiled darkly and looked at Jack.
"Believe you tried telling me that story, never finished it, you did, you didn't want to." He raised his eyes brows as if that would change the subject.
"Maybe I'll finish it sometime, you know I think I'm going te find that person soon, I can feel it. It's just they aren't some normal killer, they're . . . different." A look of thrill spread onto her face.
"Really, well you best get to bed, lass, don't want ye to get sick after what happened last night-" Jack didn't want to say anymore for fear he might give something away. He scurried her off down the stairs into the hull, Ellie shrugging off his finger's grip on her shoulders, a smug smile appearing on her lips. When they entered the cabin Jack paused thinking this matter was done with but, Ellie decided it wasn't. She dash through the door, slipping under his arm and around the corner of the hall. Jack chases after her and soon enough she was cornered.
"Love, ye can't out run me n' expect not to be caught."
His expression was serious but, playful almost. He picked her up swinging her over his right shoulder and marched all the way back to the cabin pretending he was in the Navy. Ellie laughed at him, her feet flailing in the air behind him. He threw her on the bed, closing the door just before something hit the door behind him. A satisfactory grin spread upon his parted lips.
He really knew she was feeling better but, he was still upset about the slap, "she was the one who kissed me and still I get slapped, bloody women!" he muttered as he walked back to the wheel. Ana Maria had a steady grip on the wheel steering the ship through the waves, her mind in good spirits as he approached. He was hopeful she had no reason to give him a slap as well.
"A storm's comin' I can feel it . . ." she said when Jack was close enough to here, not moving her eyes from the horizon the whole time. Her thick, dark hair lashed at her back from the harsh winds that had raised now that they where farther out to sea. Jack came in front of the wheel taking her attention off of the horizon. She looked up at him, slightly unhappy. Jack frowned at her new expression.
"No need for a slap . . . this is my ship any how, I get te tell YE what to do." He paused, "Keep 'er steady . . . I'll be getting some rum- mind if I don't come back soon you should come looking for me, never know what Ellie might do . . ." he turned on his heal walking below decks.
Ana Maria yelled after him, "Aye?" a little unsure of his remark, though she stayed at the wheel, keeping a steady course as he'd said. Her eyes set back on the horizon as the waves grew stronger beneath the hull.
Jack listened through the cabin door making sure it was safe to come inside. He slightly opened the door and peered inside. He saw Ellie perched on the bed, her head low over a book of some sort, hair covering her face. Jack slowly approached her, Ellie so engrossed in the book's words she han't even realized Jack's close presence. When Jack was close enough to whisper in her ear he gentle said, "What'd ye lookin' at, love?"
Ellie almost had a heart attack; she jumped up from the bed in fright nearly falling on her side after tripping over Jack's boot. He chuckled at her and examined the book soon seeing the anger building in Ellie's eyes. She stood up, her hair swaying back and forth as she turned her head to look at him. She snatched at the book she had been reading with intent, though Jack was quicker. Sticking his thumb on the page he closed it to have a look at the cover. It was a leather bound book, worn with years of sitting and use. The cover had no title, except, for the small fine cursive print that read: Alison Anderson , 1719. Ellie grabbed at it, fear in her eyes that he might read what it held within.
Jack raised an eye brown opening the book back up. Ellie grabbed irately at it but, Jack just kept turning away and raising it out of her reach. "There is something in here ye obviously don' want me te see . . . why is that? Shall we have a look see?" He turned back to opening the book. It was no use; she gave up with a pout plopping down on the bunk. When he looked further at the pages they where written in fine hand writing, there where sections marked with dates concluding it was a diary. . . One Jack didn't recognize as he had seen before. He read the entry of March 12, 1719 scanning the page careful not to miss a single word.
When he finish he sat down next to her, his face filled with mixed emotion. Ellie back away, knowing he was somewhat upset. He shoved the book in her face and asked "Can you explain this?!" he paused a moment adding, "Now would be nice, love!" in harsh tones.
She took a deep breath and said, huddling in the sheets, "I . . . it's a diary . . . of a girl." hoping she would not have to say more. He read aloud to her showing what he disliked.
Oh Diary!
I can't tell you how frightening these visions are getting; I can never be the same. No not with these images I that keep flooding my head. And this map, now I fear the puzzle is even more complex, perhaps I can't solves things alone . . .
Me and Kristen road our horses down to the shore today, it felt magical for some reason. Well I found a map . . . it was the weirdest thing, all bottled up floating in the water. We opened it cautiously scanning its surface. It was in incredibly good shape, no more than a couple days old! Some sailor must have wanted to send the map far away so someone would find his treasure . . . well the oddest thing happened later. I was sitting in this very room, sleeping when I had a dream, it was frightening, oh I almost dare not tell you it.
It went like this: I was walking through a dark cave with my brother when I heard a terrible scream; I turned to find that John had disappeared; it frightened me quite a bit. Well I stood very still after calling to him and getting no response. I then heard small splashes and as they grew closer and stopped I found 2 ghostly hands had snaked around my thin ankles. I had no way to get out of their grasp and then I screamed, waking next to you, diary.
It was so horrid. I have been having such strange visions and it scares me . . . this ghostly little boy who reminds me so much of John's dead son is running from something and leaving behind little messages for me . . . It's quite scary I can tell you and I can only hope to fix the vile problem that has cursed my family . . . now I have treasure to find and for some reason it seems this is just another clue to solving the mystery. I best be going now, write you soon.
Alison
Ellie's eyes had opened up so wide she though for sure they would pop out of their sockets. She looked at Jack unsure what to say. She hadn't told him of the dream yet and didn't know about what she had said the night before. She whimpered and Jack narrowed his eyes. "Whose diary was this, El?" He asked in all seriousness. She shook her head and shrugged, though Jack knew she knew whose it was. "Tell me,"
"It was my grandmother's!" She blurted out hiding her face under the covers of the bed. Jack's eyes had become even narrower as he yanked the covers away from her face. She quivered under his watch. "I swear it!" she cried out, not sure he believed her one word.
"On the black pearl . . . on me life, you swear it?" he asked keenly.
"Aye, I do."
He relaxed a bit. Ellie did not. She was more scared than she had been in her entire life, the fact that her grandmother had gone through this whole ordeal like she had, every part of it so similar. Ellie snorted. "I had that dream, Jack. This is all too strange." She said softly, shaking her head. He embraced her, the diary falling to the floor with a clomp. She buried her head in his shoulder, her nuzzling forehead finding a dagger's outline strapped to his coat. She stopped shaking her head and just sat there. "You read ahead of me . . ." she finally said a slight smile on her lips.
"So I take you grandmom was a witch lady later on . . . and somehow your mother didn't go through all this but was a witch as well and now, you're taking after them."
"Perhaps, though I truly think . . . that my grandmother never fixed the mysterious curse the little girl had been telling me of. . . it has something to do with that treasure Jack . . ." she said warily. "I don't think it's a good idea to go after it but, it's the only way to fix what had been wrong all those years ago," she closed her eyes taking a deep breath, then letting out a deep sigh.
"So what did you throw at me when I left earlier?" he asked looking sideways at her, trying to change the subject.
She smiled, "The diary, I reached for a book on the shelf and found that. When I found it missed you I went and picked it up . . ." she trialed off, he knew the rest of it. His attempt had been no use.
"Just wonder how it got here," Jack pondered aloud.
"It's a little thing called fate." She smiled nudging him, her dark hair surrounding his face.
Jack tightened the embrace and let go. He stood, hovering over her face. She closed her eyes once again just as Jack kissed her on the lips. He climbed over her and Ellie wrapped her legs around his waist. Kissing him back she for once felt this was the place she belonged.
Ellie heard a shrill cry as she walked through the cavern, her feet wet with cold water. She turned sharply, Jack was no where to be seen. "Jack . . .?" She asked into the darkness around her unaware he hadn't been with her for quite sometime. She began to panic slightly as she realized he was not answering her. The map she held fell to the floor as she wondered whose cries she had heard moments earlier. There was the sound of someone walking through the water around her, small splashes making ripples around her feet. There was someone there with her and Jack had disappeared. Ellie stood still trying to peer into the darkness around her. There was nothing she could see; the splashes grew closer and . . . "Ahhhh!" Ellie's screams echoed threw the cave's darkness. A pair of ghostly hands had snaked their fingers around her ankles with no means of letting go.
Ellie's Breathing was labored as she stirred in her sheets. Her eyes flashed open with fear. There was a knock at the door. She slipped on her shoes and slowly approached the wooden knob still wary from her strange dream moments before.
Ellie opened the door; it creaked on its worn hinges. "Jack . . .?"
"Ellie," His face held an expression she had yet to see until now. He looked at her hair falling around her face and thought how beautiful she really was. Ellie's appearance was one of confusion and uncertainty. She furrowed her brows and eyed him suspiciously. Jack grinned at her but still she could not understand his look. His eyes dancing in the dim light of her candle as she met his gaze.
"You should come with me . . ." He told her gently taking her cold wrist in his grasp.
"What is going on?" she pulled away a little but, his hold was tempting.
"Just come, love. It's obvious you had a bad dream" He smiled at her slipping an arm around her waist as she moved through the door. "I heard you screaming . . ."
"You did?" His hand was now clasped around her middle as they walked down the tavern's stairs.
"Aye . . ." He said no more; Ellie didn't take a risk of saying anything next, letting him lead her were he had wanted.
They wandered through the cluttered streets and down an ally way, Ellie bumping into things here and there. Her eyes where not accustomed to the dark. Jack held her tight, knowing she didn't like the dark and with rats running freely about the streets he knew she wouldn't like being away from him, at least he hoped that was the case. She shivered as he stopped walking. They stood before a heavy wooden door, a thick piece of wood draping over the front as a lock.
Jack stood there examining the door and its lock. He had plotted something, though what it was for and why she couldn't tell. Jack loosened his hold around her finally moving over to the door. His fingers caressed the weathered surface. He smirked and whispered to himself though still Ellie heard him, "Perfect . . ." His hand fell to the thick wood used as a lock. He opened it with a grunt and Ellie moved closer.
"What is this you have taken me to see?" she wondered aloud to him. He smiled broadly in the night's darkness. A small rat scurried over his foot and he threw it off, Ellie moving away from the creature quickly. He cocked his head to one side and pushed the door open, dust flew around their figures as they stepped inside. It had most defiantly been opened in quite sometime. At last Jack spoke to her.
"This belonged to the original owner of the Black Pearl, Robert Yonks . . . it was his home. He died and soon enough I was granted owner ship of the Pearl for being such a devoted sailor to 'er. I ha' grown close to that man in the time I was aboard the Pearl during his rein as captain, one of the only people he ever brought to this place . . . told me that shall he ever die he would trust his precious Pearl with me." He paused smiling slightly, "He told me this place was stocked with rum and I could have it all; you know it's even better after sitting for so long." His eyes were lit up with a silly look as he whisked Ellie off her feet and into the small home that required such a heavy door to guard.
Ellie screamed slightly not expecting it and then she started to protest by hitting his arm. She whispered into his ear, "Put me down, Jack Sparrow." Her breath brushing his neck and quickly she withdrew away from his head. He didn't let her go though until he reached the small dusty bed in the far corner. She dropped with a soft thud to mattress. Jack smirked at her and looked around spotting 8 huge barrels of rum across from the bed.
Jack walked around blindly till he found a small jar of matches on the bed side table. Lightling one it illuminated his face, the darkness being pierced through showing the tiny particles of unsettled dust around him. He lowered it to a candle lighting it so he could see. He then grabbed two glasses, whipping them out with an old blanket. Swaggering over in his drunken manner, a playful look in his eye, he tossed Ellie the blanket of yellow scratchy material. She wrapped it around her shoulders gratefully.
He set the glasses down bringing over a barrel of rum, Ellie rolled her eyes, what was he up to? After he had poured her and himself a glass of goodly aged rum Jack asked her, "Didn't ye ever wonder wha' we migh' of happened if we 'ad pursued that treasure after Neely died?" His face was lit with passion, passion of what he loved best: sailing on the open sea; it ran through his mind as the thought of treasure flowed in and out. She saw him as she had that awful night, his eyes full of wanting yet only willing to do anything if she sought him out first. He looked as if she still knew him the way she had years before, though she knew this wasn't the case. People changed and they were not an exception to this matter what so ever; they had both changed in so many ways she couldn't count, things could never be the same. She smiled shyly looking away. "He's always been this way though . . ." were the words that she heard, the whisper of a voice Ellie didn't recognize rushed through her mind.
"A little . . . I wondered about us . . ." her eyes trailed over his figure leaning on the bed, a glass of rum in one hand, beads and braids of black hair falling around his face, she smiled at him. Ellie closed her eyes sighing, an image playing at the back of her mind . . . another vision . . . "The girl." She said aloud not noticing her actions. Jack eyed her seeing as she looked frightened and worn out he just listened unsure of what was going on, though he was sure it had something to do with her strange visions. She stared at him, almost as if looking right though his body, like he wasn't even there. Her eyes wide looked as if the ocean it's self churned within them catching Jack off guard as he was lost within them for a second's time . . .
"She needs us . . . she says the path of life can't be seen until we fix what has been wronged." She paused shortly "The treasure!" She blurted out as if it wasn't even her own mind speaking. Ellie's eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted onto the thin mattress, her glass falling to the floor in a shattered pile. Jack immediately grabbed at her wrist to see if she had pulse. He was somewhat relieved when he found she did, even though it wasn't very strong. He brushed her hair away from her face, blowing out the candle next to them he laid down next to Ellie after covering her with the blanket to keep her warm. He didn't know what to do with her, it was later than 2 in the morning and she needed sleep, why wake her if she was already doing so. He turned his body toward her watching the delicate movement of her lungs, his head buried in her auburn brown hair as he fell asleep along side her once again.
When morning came Jack woke long before Ellie. Her pulse was stronger than before but, she would have to take it easy for a day before doing anything. Jack went to the small window in the back of the room; you could see the docks from there and all the ships in port. He spotted The Black Pearl with a grin. His boots clomped along the wood flooring making Ellie stir in her peaceful sleep. He was glad she had slept through the night without much tossing, hopefully no strange dreams. When she finally did wake he smiled at her, he had been climbing across her and was caught in the middle of it.
Her eyes grew wide again a smirk playing gently on his lips. He shifted over her and said, "Woman, do ye trust me, nothin' happened . . . I just was climbing over you to get me hat, savvy?" She blinked, her grin flashing up at him.
"It's a sham nothing happened Captain Sparrow . . . Because then I would have a reason to through ye to the floor, wouldn't I?" Jack's smirk went away replaced by a frown. She sat up underneath him pushing him away as she did so. Ellie saw Jack reaching for his hat but, beat him to it, placing it upon her head. He smiled at her a slight laugh escaping him.
"Looks damn good on ye, I'll give ye that!" Ellie tried to get out of bed but, he shoved her back down and told her she about died on him the night before and she would be going no where but to the ship and he would be carrying her. She was confused as to what he was talking about and then realized she couldn't remember much of the night before except the small room and the strange dream. She hadn't been here last she remembered and Jack hadn't been with her before, at least she thought he hadn't.
"Why am I HERE?" She pressed. Jack bit his lower lip he didn't want to tell her she had had another vision and all the detail of the events that occurred so he told her as little as possible.
"You had a bad dream, came with me here and passed out because you where tired." Jack quickly spat it all out; his eyes wide showing what he had said should be making all the sense in the world.
"I know you're leaving something out, Captain . . . though I don't feel like pressin' you." She sighed plopping back onto the mattress. Jack contemplated kissing her, if not just on the forehead but, he thought it best to refrain from doing so. She looked so tempting with hair scattered about the stained bed, her eyes studying him like he was the only thing in the world. That's why he was so caught of guard when she took hold of his neck trinkets looking at them, suddenly drawing him nearer. Her breath was on his neck and he smirked, an amusing though running through his mind. Ellie pulled the final distance between them closed and kissed him roughly on the lips. He pulled away seconds later to find Ellie's eyes open up as if she was insane. She had clearly shocked both of them.
"I shouldn't have done that . . ." She said quickly looking away.
"I knew ye couldn't resist me!" a cocky grin spreading onto his face. Ellie looked back at him shocked, her hand landing in a harsh slap upon his left cheek.
"Bloody 'ell, woman!" She smiled content with his reaction, almost looking innocent.
"I'm sorry Mr. Sparrow . . . did that hurt?" her innocent look seen in her eyes.
Latter that day after the Pearl was underway Jack found Ellie standing at the railing looking back at Buckley Island. Ellie heard his foot steps approaching and said "you know . . . it was on an island like that one where my first love died, he was murdered and I still haven't found the bastard who did it . . . oh but I will," she looked behind her, Jack's face looked confused but, interested. "That person is the only person I think I could kill without any regrets of my guilty conscious." She smiled darkly and looked at Jack.
"Believe you tried telling me that story, never finished it, you did, you didn't want to." He raised his eyes brows as if that would change the subject.
"Maybe I'll finish it sometime, you know I think I'm going te find that person soon, I can feel it. It's just they aren't some normal killer, they're . . . different." A look of thrill spread onto her face.
"Really, well you best get to bed, lass, don't want ye to get sick after what happened last night-" Jack didn't want to say anymore for fear he might give something away. He scurried her off down the stairs into the hull, Ellie shrugging off his finger's grip on her shoulders, a smug smile appearing on her lips. When they entered the cabin Jack paused thinking this matter was done with but, Ellie decided it wasn't. She dash through the door, slipping under his arm and around the corner of the hall. Jack chases after her and soon enough she was cornered.
"Love, ye can't out run me n' expect not to be caught."
His expression was serious but, playful almost. He picked her up swinging her over his right shoulder and marched all the way back to the cabin pretending he was in the Navy. Ellie laughed at him, her feet flailing in the air behind him. He threw her on the bed, closing the door just before something hit the door behind him. A satisfactory grin spread upon his parted lips.
He really knew she was feeling better but, he was still upset about the slap, "she was the one who kissed me and still I get slapped, bloody women!" he muttered as he walked back to the wheel. Ana Maria had a steady grip on the wheel steering the ship through the waves, her mind in good spirits as he approached. He was hopeful she had no reason to give him a slap as well.
"A storm's comin' I can feel it . . ." she said when Jack was close enough to here, not moving her eyes from the horizon the whole time. Her thick, dark hair lashed at her back from the harsh winds that had raised now that they where farther out to sea. Jack came in front of the wheel taking her attention off of the horizon. She looked up at him, slightly unhappy. Jack frowned at her new expression.
"No need for a slap . . . this is my ship any how, I get te tell YE what to do." He paused, "Keep 'er steady . . . I'll be getting some rum- mind if I don't come back soon you should come looking for me, never know what Ellie might do . . ." he turned on his heal walking below decks.
Ana Maria yelled after him, "Aye?" a little unsure of his remark, though she stayed at the wheel, keeping a steady course as he'd said. Her eyes set back on the horizon as the waves grew stronger beneath the hull.
Jack listened through the cabin door making sure it was safe to come inside. He slightly opened the door and peered inside. He saw Ellie perched on the bed, her head low over a book of some sort, hair covering her face. Jack slowly approached her, Ellie so engrossed in the book's words she han't even realized Jack's close presence. When Jack was close enough to whisper in her ear he gentle said, "What'd ye lookin' at, love?"
Ellie almost had a heart attack; she jumped up from the bed in fright nearly falling on her side after tripping over Jack's boot. He chuckled at her and examined the book soon seeing the anger building in Ellie's eyes. She stood up, her hair swaying back and forth as she turned her head to look at him. She snatched at the book she had been reading with intent, though Jack was quicker. Sticking his thumb on the page he closed it to have a look at the cover. It was a leather bound book, worn with years of sitting and use. The cover had no title, except, for the small fine cursive print that read: Alison Anderson , 1719. Ellie grabbed at it, fear in her eyes that he might read what it held within.
Jack raised an eye brown opening the book back up. Ellie grabbed irately at it but, Jack just kept turning away and raising it out of her reach. "There is something in here ye obviously don' want me te see . . . why is that? Shall we have a look see?" He turned back to opening the book. It was no use; she gave up with a pout plopping down on the bunk. When he looked further at the pages they where written in fine hand writing, there where sections marked with dates concluding it was a diary. . . One Jack didn't recognize as he had seen before. He read the entry of March 12, 1719 scanning the page careful not to miss a single word.
When he finish he sat down next to her, his face filled with mixed emotion. Ellie back away, knowing he was somewhat upset. He shoved the book in her face and asked "Can you explain this?!" he paused a moment adding, "Now would be nice, love!" in harsh tones.
She took a deep breath and said, huddling in the sheets, "I . . . it's a diary . . . of a girl." hoping she would not have to say more. He read aloud to her showing what he disliked.
Oh Diary!
I can't tell you how frightening these visions are getting; I can never be the same. No not with these images I that keep flooding my head. And this map, now I fear the puzzle is even more complex, perhaps I can't solves things alone . . .
Me and Kristen road our horses down to the shore today, it felt magical for some reason. Well I found a map . . . it was the weirdest thing, all bottled up floating in the water. We opened it cautiously scanning its surface. It was in incredibly good shape, no more than a couple days old! Some sailor must have wanted to send the map far away so someone would find his treasure . . . well the oddest thing happened later. I was sitting in this very room, sleeping when I had a dream, it was frightening, oh I almost dare not tell you it.
It went like this: I was walking through a dark cave with my brother when I heard a terrible scream; I turned to find that John had disappeared; it frightened me quite a bit. Well I stood very still after calling to him and getting no response. I then heard small splashes and as they grew closer and stopped I found 2 ghostly hands had snaked around my thin ankles. I had no way to get out of their grasp and then I screamed, waking next to you, diary.
It was so horrid. I have been having such strange visions and it scares me . . . this ghostly little boy who reminds me so much of John's dead son is running from something and leaving behind little messages for me . . . It's quite scary I can tell you and I can only hope to fix the vile problem that has cursed my family . . . now I have treasure to find and for some reason it seems this is just another clue to solving the mystery. I best be going now, write you soon.
Alison
Ellie's eyes had opened up so wide she though for sure they would pop out of their sockets. She looked at Jack unsure what to say. She hadn't told him of the dream yet and didn't know about what she had said the night before. She whimpered and Jack narrowed his eyes. "Whose diary was this, El?" He asked in all seriousness. She shook her head and shrugged, though Jack knew she knew whose it was. "Tell me,"
"It was my grandmother's!" She blurted out hiding her face under the covers of the bed. Jack's eyes had become even narrower as he yanked the covers away from her face. She quivered under his watch. "I swear it!" she cried out, not sure he believed her one word.
"On the black pearl . . . on me life, you swear it?" he asked keenly.
"Aye, I do."
He relaxed a bit. Ellie did not. She was more scared than she had been in her entire life, the fact that her grandmother had gone through this whole ordeal like she had, every part of it so similar. Ellie snorted. "I had that dream, Jack. This is all too strange." She said softly, shaking her head. He embraced her, the diary falling to the floor with a clomp. She buried her head in his shoulder, her nuzzling forehead finding a dagger's outline strapped to his coat. She stopped shaking her head and just sat there. "You read ahead of me . . ." she finally said a slight smile on her lips.
"So I take you grandmom was a witch lady later on . . . and somehow your mother didn't go through all this but was a witch as well and now, you're taking after them."
"Perhaps, though I truly think . . . that my grandmother never fixed the mysterious curse the little girl had been telling me of. . . it has something to do with that treasure Jack . . ." she said warily. "I don't think it's a good idea to go after it but, it's the only way to fix what had been wrong all those years ago," she closed her eyes taking a deep breath, then letting out a deep sigh.
"So what did you throw at me when I left earlier?" he asked looking sideways at her, trying to change the subject.
She smiled, "The diary, I reached for a book on the shelf and found that. When I found it missed you I went and picked it up . . ." she trialed off, he knew the rest of it. His attempt had been no use.
"Just wonder how it got here," Jack pondered aloud.
"It's a little thing called fate." She smiled nudging him, her dark hair surrounding his face.
Jack tightened the embrace and let go. He stood, hovering over her face. She closed her eyes once again just as Jack kissed her on the lips. He climbed over her and Ellie wrapped her legs around his waist. Kissing him back she for once felt this was the place she belonged.