A/N: In case you're wondering, I can't update this very fast because.........(yes, there is a reason).................my computer network is down. And I, not being the main administrator but the second one, cannot do anything about it. So basically I can't update, read reviews, get/send e-mail, research, or play games at shockwave.com. Waah. :(:(:( But I'm sure that really doesn't make much difference to you so on to the important stuff. Thank you to my two wonderful reviewers!! Yay!!! I'm so happy that people are actually reading this!!!!
beanie: Well, I wouldn't say it's brilliant..... Now I'm afraid to continue because it might get worse! Lol. :) Well, here's the "MORE" you wanted. =)
Fairy of Obsession: As you wish, I have continued. Sorry about the length, when I first wrote the beginning, it seemed too long, so I rewrote it. Anyways, I hope you like the next longer bit. :)
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It was pitch black inside the cargo hold of the ship, Devil's Tongue, and Celeste, attempting to escape unnoticed, was not doing very well. She could have sworn that every bucket or box or chain was deliberately moving into her path, just to spite her. After quite a bit of shuffling about, she arrived at the silver patch of moonlight where the hatch was open. Apparently the slavers had decided to air out the stench from below. Ah well, all the better for her to escape.
Celeste was short for her age, being able to pass easily as a teenage boy, and was unsure of how to proceed. She stared up at the sky for a moment, chewing her lip, before bending down and jumping. She landed back on the ground with a loud thunk, staggering backwards into a bunch of barrels. She glared mulishly at the barrels for a moment before a look of realization dawned on her face. Smirking smugly to herself, she pushed one of the barrels into the light, and climbed up onto it. From there she jumped up, caught the edge of the hatch, and managed to haul herself onto the deck.
Suddenly, she heard voices, and saw a light near the stairs. Celeste froze. Up until now, she had forced herself to just go, and not to think about what she was doing. Now, however, thoughts of the consequences flooded into her mind. What would happen if they caught her? Or what if she escaped, only to be captured by someone else? She hurriedly pushed away the images of harsh punishments and leering faces, ducking behind some large, wooden boxes piled around the mast.
Celeste could hear her heart pounding so loudly that she was sure someone would hear it. She tried to breathe deeply and slowly, but couldn't stop her quick, shallow breaths. She forced herself to listen and heard the voices of two of the French crew members.
"C'est bon, ca. Il est neuf?"
"Ca? C'est rien. J'ai un autre qui est tellement bel."
"Oui? Alors.."
She stopped listening. Though she couldn't understand their words, the tones of their voices made her sure that they hadn't seen her. She closed her eyes, but all that met her there were images of the pain and torture she and many others had been through. Taunting little voices in her head told her to turn back, that someone as stupid as she would never make it. She was drowning in red, yellow, and black feelings of fear, pain, and hatred.
Celeste opened her eyes quickly, breathing hard. Her hand fumbled around her her heart, clutching at the small cross it found. She sucked in her breath, releasing it slowly. Whispering very softly, she began her prayer.
"Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee; Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus; Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and in the hour of our death. Amen."
Celeste's heart had calmed down, and she was breathing much better. She listened carefully as the footsteps faded away, and slumped back against a box. Suddenly, there was a loud thwack and the boxes around her began to vibrate. She forced herself to remain calm as she heard men's laughter from the top of the stairs. She stayed there for five minutes, until she was completely sure there was nobody on deck.
Tentatively, she poked her head out from her hiding spot. Seeing no one, she stood and found that a knife had sunk into the wood of the mast. Good aim, she thought to herself. She tried pulling on it experimentally, and was surprised by how easily it slid into her grasp. Moving forward to the rail, Celeste looked down into the waters, contemplating her next action. She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice the other's presence until he spoke.
"Now I wonder, love, where are you going to go from here?"
Celeste spun around and without even thinking about it, threw the old knife at the person behind her. Luckily for him, though considerably less so for herself (she thought), he managed to remove himself from its path, and it embedded itself in the wood right beside his ear. He stared at it, then back at Celeste, then at the knife once more. Celeste spoke for the second time that day.
"Sparrow." The man turned and opened his mouth, but she continued. "I thought that Hell would have claimed you as its own by now."
Jack Sparrow blinked, and then grinned at her with his trademark gold-filled smile. "Nice to see you too, love."
A/N: Sorry about the ending, but now you get to sit in suspense about Celeste's reaction. * evil smirk * Once again...... REVIEW!!!! The vampire sheepies are ready to attack..... Mwahaha!!!
beanie: Well, I wouldn't say it's brilliant..... Now I'm afraid to continue because it might get worse! Lol. :) Well, here's the "MORE" you wanted. =)
Fairy of Obsession: As you wish, I have continued. Sorry about the length, when I first wrote the beginning, it seemed too long, so I rewrote it. Anyways, I hope you like the next longer bit. :)
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It was pitch black inside the cargo hold of the ship, Devil's Tongue, and Celeste, attempting to escape unnoticed, was not doing very well. She could have sworn that every bucket or box or chain was deliberately moving into her path, just to spite her. After quite a bit of shuffling about, she arrived at the silver patch of moonlight where the hatch was open. Apparently the slavers had decided to air out the stench from below. Ah well, all the better for her to escape.
Celeste was short for her age, being able to pass easily as a teenage boy, and was unsure of how to proceed. She stared up at the sky for a moment, chewing her lip, before bending down and jumping. She landed back on the ground with a loud thunk, staggering backwards into a bunch of barrels. She glared mulishly at the barrels for a moment before a look of realization dawned on her face. Smirking smugly to herself, she pushed one of the barrels into the light, and climbed up onto it. From there she jumped up, caught the edge of the hatch, and managed to haul herself onto the deck.
Suddenly, she heard voices, and saw a light near the stairs. Celeste froze. Up until now, she had forced herself to just go, and not to think about what she was doing. Now, however, thoughts of the consequences flooded into her mind. What would happen if they caught her? Or what if she escaped, only to be captured by someone else? She hurriedly pushed away the images of harsh punishments and leering faces, ducking behind some large, wooden boxes piled around the mast.
Celeste could hear her heart pounding so loudly that she was sure someone would hear it. She tried to breathe deeply and slowly, but couldn't stop her quick, shallow breaths. She forced herself to listen and heard the voices of two of the French crew members.
"C'est bon, ca. Il est neuf?"
"Ca? C'est rien. J'ai un autre qui est tellement bel."
"Oui? Alors.."
She stopped listening. Though she couldn't understand their words, the tones of their voices made her sure that they hadn't seen her. She closed her eyes, but all that met her there were images of the pain and torture she and many others had been through. Taunting little voices in her head told her to turn back, that someone as stupid as she would never make it. She was drowning in red, yellow, and black feelings of fear, pain, and hatred.
Celeste opened her eyes quickly, breathing hard. Her hand fumbled around her her heart, clutching at the small cross it found. She sucked in her breath, releasing it slowly. Whispering very softly, she began her prayer.
"Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee; Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus; Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and in the hour of our death. Amen."
Celeste's heart had calmed down, and she was breathing much better. She listened carefully as the footsteps faded away, and slumped back against a box. Suddenly, there was a loud thwack and the boxes around her began to vibrate. She forced herself to remain calm as she heard men's laughter from the top of the stairs. She stayed there for five minutes, until she was completely sure there was nobody on deck.
Tentatively, she poked her head out from her hiding spot. Seeing no one, she stood and found that a knife had sunk into the wood of the mast. Good aim, she thought to herself. She tried pulling on it experimentally, and was surprised by how easily it slid into her grasp. Moving forward to the rail, Celeste looked down into the waters, contemplating her next action. She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice the other's presence until he spoke.
"Now I wonder, love, where are you going to go from here?"
Celeste spun around and without even thinking about it, threw the old knife at the person behind her. Luckily for him, though considerably less so for herself (she thought), he managed to remove himself from its path, and it embedded itself in the wood right beside his ear. He stared at it, then back at Celeste, then at the knife once more. Celeste spoke for the second time that day.
"Sparrow." The man turned and opened his mouth, but she continued. "I thought that Hell would have claimed you as its own by now."
Jack Sparrow blinked, and then grinned at her with his trademark gold-filled smile. "Nice to see you too, love."
A/N: Sorry about the ending, but now you get to sit in suspense about Celeste's reaction. * evil smirk * Once again...... REVIEW!!!! The vampire sheepies are ready to attack..... Mwahaha!!!