Chapter 6
Douglas and Emma both turned toward where the voice had come from. To Emma's utter disbelief, Charles Everett stepped out of the fog and shadows, drawing his sword.
"What in the blazes are you doing here?" Douglas asked, raising his pistol. "Really, I would have thought you would've had enough sense t' stay outta this. Now, you may have escaped a deserted island, but honestly, how are you going to get yourself out of this?"
"See, that's exactly it, I'm a dishonest man, therefore, why would I do anything honestly?" Emma couldn't help but snicker, and Douglas looked away from Everett, surprised at Emma's giggles. It was just long enough for Everett to knock the gun out of Douglas' hand, slash his other arm, grab Emma's wrist and pull her to the other side of the deck. It all happened as quickly as lightening. Emma had hardly realized all that had happened before Everett took a hold of her around the waist and with his other arm grabbed a rope and swung off the ship.
Emma was surprised to find that instead of splashing into the ocean as she'd expected them to, they landed on the deck of another ship. The fog was so thick Emma couldn't see back to the other ship but she heard Douglas yell. "Jack! Jack, you'll never get away. I'll never stop hunting her!"
"Full sailing, Gibbs!" Everett cried. "Let's go Anna Maria! Let's go!" Everett then turned to her, "Are you alright? Did he harm you in any way?" He took her arm and started to lead her across the deck, and while the look of concern on his face was genuine and comforting to her, Emma's head was racing.
"Why did he call you Jack?"
"Because that would be me name, love."
"You're not Charles Everett?"
"Of course not, and you're not Emma Andrews. Now are you hurt?"
"No," Emma said, still confused and wanting answers. "What do you mean I'm not Emma Andrews? And if you're not Charles Everett, then who are you?"
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," he said with a slight bow.
"Jack Sparrow? You're Jack Sparrow?!"
"Captain. It's Captain Jack Sparrow."
"But...then...well, that means you are a pirate!"
Jack laughed, "Yes, love. Now seeing as you're not hurt, I'll have Gibbs show you to your room, as captain of the Black Pearl, I must oversee our departure. Gibbs!"
"But I...the Black Pearl?"
"I thought you may want to retire, you're exhausted are you not?" Jack said.
"Well, yes, but..."
Just then Gibbs appeared a few feet away out of the fog. "Mr. Gibbs, show Miss Turner to her room."
"Aye Cap'n," he said and Jack swished away. "Right this way Miss." Gibbs led Emma across the deck to a doorway below the poop deck. Emma could hear Jack above them shouting out orders to the rest of his crew. Mr. Gibbs opened the door and Emma followed him inside. It was exceedingly fine. Emma hadn't expected it to be furnished so well. There were beautiful furnishings and exotic tapestries and draperies over the windows.
"This is exquisite."
"Aye, 'tis Miss. First mate's quarters. He insists you have them."
"Who is the first mate?" Emma asked.
"Why you're lookin' at 'im."
"Oh my! Are you sure?"
"Sure as the tide," he smiled.
"Oh, Mr. Gibbs!" Emma gave the man a hug. "Thank you ever so much!"
"'Tisn't any trouble Miss," he said. "The Pearl's a fine ship, and crew's quarters have always been fine enough for me. I find this room to fancy for meself, never slept one night in here, come to think of it."
Emma laughed. "Thank you all the same," she smiled. Gibbs winked and closed the door, leaving Emma alone.
Emma felt odd. She felt like she should fear what was going on and those around her but she found herself trusting Jack and his crew completely. She had no reason to think of them as anything but barbaric pirates, but she couldn't explain why she did not fear them in the slightest. She felt as safe in this room as she did in her own room. Perhaps it was the fact that her grandmother seemed to trust Jack. But then, did her grandmother know that he was Jack Sparrow? Then she thought about how her she'd told her not to be alarmed at his attire, that, what was it? "He's simply a seaman who deals in the transportation of goods..." Of course Grandmamma knew Jack Sparrow was a pirate, obviously she'd just been covering for his real identity.
Emma lay down on the bed, thoroughly exhausted. After not sleeping the previous night, all the days activities, and being kidnapped, Emma was ready to sleep. But before she surrendered to sleep, she was haunted by the words Douglas had screamed after them, "I'll never stop hunting her!" Why did Jack know her real name was not Andrews? And then there was the last time she'd met with pirates, that foggy day long ago...
Douglas and Emma both turned toward where the voice had come from. To Emma's utter disbelief, Charles Everett stepped out of the fog and shadows, drawing his sword.
"What in the blazes are you doing here?" Douglas asked, raising his pistol. "Really, I would have thought you would've had enough sense t' stay outta this. Now, you may have escaped a deserted island, but honestly, how are you going to get yourself out of this?"
"See, that's exactly it, I'm a dishonest man, therefore, why would I do anything honestly?" Emma couldn't help but snicker, and Douglas looked away from Everett, surprised at Emma's giggles. It was just long enough for Everett to knock the gun out of Douglas' hand, slash his other arm, grab Emma's wrist and pull her to the other side of the deck. It all happened as quickly as lightening. Emma had hardly realized all that had happened before Everett took a hold of her around the waist and with his other arm grabbed a rope and swung off the ship.
Emma was surprised to find that instead of splashing into the ocean as she'd expected them to, they landed on the deck of another ship. The fog was so thick Emma couldn't see back to the other ship but she heard Douglas yell. "Jack! Jack, you'll never get away. I'll never stop hunting her!"
"Full sailing, Gibbs!" Everett cried. "Let's go Anna Maria! Let's go!" Everett then turned to her, "Are you alright? Did he harm you in any way?" He took her arm and started to lead her across the deck, and while the look of concern on his face was genuine and comforting to her, Emma's head was racing.
"Why did he call you Jack?"
"Because that would be me name, love."
"You're not Charles Everett?"
"Of course not, and you're not Emma Andrews. Now are you hurt?"
"No," Emma said, still confused and wanting answers. "What do you mean I'm not Emma Andrews? And if you're not Charles Everett, then who are you?"
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," he said with a slight bow.
"Jack Sparrow? You're Jack Sparrow?!"
"Captain. It's Captain Jack Sparrow."
"But...then...well, that means you are a pirate!"
Jack laughed, "Yes, love. Now seeing as you're not hurt, I'll have Gibbs show you to your room, as captain of the Black Pearl, I must oversee our departure. Gibbs!"
"But I...the Black Pearl?"
"I thought you may want to retire, you're exhausted are you not?" Jack said.
"Well, yes, but..."
Just then Gibbs appeared a few feet away out of the fog. "Mr. Gibbs, show Miss Turner to her room."
"Aye Cap'n," he said and Jack swished away. "Right this way Miss." Gibbs led Emma across the deck to a doorway below the poop deck. Emma could hear Jack above them shouting out orders to the rest of his crew. Mr. Gibbs opened the door and Emma followed him inside. It was exceedingly fine. Emma hadn't expected it to be furnished so well. There were beautiful furnishings and exotic tapestries and draperies over the windows.
"This is exquisite."
"Aye, 'tis Miss. First mate's quarters. He insists you have them."
"Who is the first mate?" Emma asked.
"Why you're lookin' at 'im."
"Oh my! Are you sure?"
"Sure as the tide," he smiled.
"Oh, Mr. Gibbs!" Emma gave the man a hug. "Thank you ever so much!"
"'Tisn't any trouble Miss," he said. "The Pearl's a fine ship, and crew's quarters have always been fine enough for me. I find this room to fancy for meself, never slept one night in here, come to think of it."
Emma laughed. "Thank you all the same," she smiled. Gibbs winked and closed the door, leaving Emma alone.
Emma felt odd. She felt like she should fear what was going on and those around her but she found herself trusting Jack and his crew completely. She had no reason to think of them as anything but barbaric pirates, but she couldn't explain why she did not fear them in the slightest. She felt as safe in this room as she did in her own room. Perhaps it was the fact that her grandmother seemed to trust Jack. But then, did her grandmother know that he was Jack Sparrow? Then she thought about how her she'd told her not to be alarmed at his attire, that, what was it? "He's simply a seaman who deals in the transportation of goods..." Of course Grandmamma knew Jack Sparrow was a pirate, obviously she'd just been covering for his real identity.
Emma lay down on the bed, thoroughly exhausted. After not sleeping the previous night, all the days activities, and being kidnapped, Emma was ready to sleep. But before she surrendered to sleep, she was haunted by the words Douglas had screamed after them, "I'll never stop hunting her!" Why did Jack know her real name was not Andrews? And then there was the last time she'd met with pirates, that foggy day long ago...