Chapter 7
Emma walked down a village street, turned to her left to a small passageway which led to another, less crowded street, descended a few stairs, passed a statue of something, she didn't see what, and then opened a door to her left. There was a sign hanging above the door, but she didn't take the time to look at it. There was something very important waiting for her behind the door, she could feel it. She opened the door hesitantly at first, then threw it open and dashed through it.
As she walked through the door, she found that she was not inside, but on the deck of a ship. She was surrounded in fog and could hardly see more that fifteen feet in front of her. Someone placed a hand on her shoulder, making her jump. She turned around to see her brother.
"Alright Emma, I'm hiding. Count to one hundred," he said smiling.
"Oh! I hate being the one to seek! You never let me hide!"
"I'm older, so I get to choose."
"It doesn't count; we're twins, so you were only older by luck!"
"Aye, that's about right. So, you'd best start counting," he could see that Emma was terribly disappointed. "You can hide next time Emma, I promise."
She immediately brightened. "Really?"
"Only if you can find me! But this time I'm not coming out, you have to find me, or else I'll never see you again. That means you'll never get your turn to hide," he laughed. Emma began to count. The fog seemed to close in all around her, making it unnecessary to cover her, but she did anyway. She couldn't hear anything but her counting either.
"Ninety-seven...ninety-eight...ninety-nine...one-"
BOOM! There was a horrible explosion which rocked the entire boat. Emma staggered and had hardly started to make her way to the helm when the ship was hit again. She reached the helm and found her grandfather giving orders. "Load the cannons immediately! I want all men out here doing whatever they can; any idle hand will be severely punished!"
The ship was under attack by pirates. As the pirates made to board the ship, Emma was taken to one of the small boats and told to stay there. The boat was lowered into the water in hopes that the fog would hide her from the site of the pirates. Emma began to cry in fear, not knowing what would happen, wondering where her brother was, hoping beyond hope he would be safe. Cannons continued to pound and the air was filled constantly with the clashing of metal against metal. This continued for a few minutes, and Emma listened to the yells of the men, trying to discern what was happening, who had the upper hand. The sound of swords died down and Emma began to breathe easily again. Then there was a large blast, bigger than the sounds made by the cannons.
Emma bolted up, breathing quickly, there were tears streaming down her face. It was only a dream, she wasn't reliving the ordeal. Emma took a deep breath, closing her eyes, to calm herself. When she opened them she noticed there was someone sitting on a chair next to her. It was still dark and she couldn't see who was in her room. He leaned forward when he saw she was paying attention to him. He hadn't wanted to startle her.
"Bad dream, love?" Jack asked her.
"The worst."
Jack moved from the chair to sit on the edge of the bed facing her. He smiled. "Thought that might be the case, heard you in my room, just the other side of this wall."
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," she said, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it, I wasn't exactly sleeping. I wanted to talk to you anyway."
"Oh, you did?"
"I see you didn't change your attire," he said. Emma had fallen asleep in her dress, corset and all. "Don't you find that uncomfortable?"
"Well, what else am I supposed to wear?"
Jack laughed, "Gibbs forgot to tell you. I took the liberty of gathering up some things from your room, thought you'd like to have a change of clothes."
"What? How did you..."
"Now, I'm going to go out onto the deck, make sure that we're still on course. You can change and come meet me up there; the sun is going to rise soon." Jack left without another word. Emma sat there in disbelief for a moment. Jack Sparrow seemed to live entirely in his own world. He only answered what he felt was needed and convenient, or unavoidable. Emma laughed. Then she thought, why do I trust him? I still have no real reason to do so. Emma rolled off the bed and walked to the wardrobe. She opened the doors and was astonished to see that the clothes therein where her very own.
Emma walked down a village street, turned to her left to a small passageway which led to another, less crowded street, descended a few stairs, passed a statue of something, she didn't see what, and then opened a door to her left. There was a sign hanging above the door, but she didn't take the time to look at it. There was something very important waiting for her behind the door, she could feel it. She opened the door hesitantly at first, then threw it open and dashed through it.
As she walked through the door, she found that she was not inside, but on the deck of a ship. She was surrounded in fog and could hardly see more that fifteen feet in front of her. Someone placed a hand on her shoulder, making her jump. She turned around to see her brother.
"Alright Emma, I'm hiding. Count to one hundred," he said smiling.
"Oh! I hate being the one to seek! You never let me hide!"
"I'm older, so I get to choose."
"It doesn't count; we're twins, so you were only older by luck!"
"Aye, that's about right. So, you'd best start counting," he could see that Emma was terribly disappointed. "You can hide next time Emma, I promise."
She immediately brightened. "Really?"
"Only if you can find me! But this time I'm not coming out, you have to find me, or else I'll never see you again. That means you'll never get your turn to hide," he laughed. Emma began to count. The fog seemed to close in all around her, making it unnecessary to cover her, but she did anyway. She couldn't hear anything but her counting either.
"Ninety-seven...ninety-eight...ninety-nine...one-"
BOOM! There was a horrible explosion which rocked the entire boat. Emma staggered and had hardly started to make her way to the helm when the ship was hit again. She reached the helm and found her grandfather giving orders. "Load the cannons immediately! I want all men out here doing whatever they can; any idle hand will be severely punished!"
The ship was under attack by pirates. As the pirates made to board the ship, Emma was taken to one of the small boats and told to stay there. The boat was lowered into the water in hopes that the fog would hide her from the site of the pirates. Emma began to cry in fear, not knowing what would happen, wondering where her brother was, hoping beyond hope he would be safe. Cannons continued to pound and the air was filled constantly with the clashing of metal against metal. This continued for a few minutes, and Emma listened to the yells of the men, trying to discern what was happening, who had the upper hand. The sound of swords died down and Emma began to breathe easily again. Then there was a large blast, bigger than the sounds made by the cannons.
Emma bolted up, breathing quickly, there were tears streaming down her face. It was only a dream, she wasn't reliving the ordeal. Emma took a deep breath, closing her eyes, to calm herself. When she opened them she noticed there was someone sitting on a chair next to her. It was still dark and she couldn't see who was in her room. He leaned forward when he saw she was paying attention to him. He hadn't wanted to startle her.
"Bad dream, love?" Jack asked her.
"The worst."
Jack moved from the chair to sit on the edge of the bed facing her. He smiled. "Thought that might be the case, heard you in my room, just the other side of this wall."
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," she said, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it, I wasn't exactly sleeping. I wanted to talk to you anyway."
"Oh, you did?"
"I see you didn't change your attire," he said. Emma had fallen asleep in her dress, corset and all. "Don't you find that uncomfortable?"
"Well, what else am I supposed to wear?"
Jack laughed, "Gibbs forgot to tell you. I took the liberty of gathering up some things from your room, thought you'd like to have a change of clothes."
"What? How did you..."
"Now, I'm going to go out onto the deck, make sure that we're still on course. You can change and come meet me up there; the sun is going to rise soon." Jack left without another word. Emma sat there in disbelief for a moment. Jack Sparrow seemed to live entirely in his own world. He only answered what he felt was needed and convenient, or unavoidable. Emma laughed. Then she thought, why do I trust him? I still have no real reason to do so. Emma rolled off the bed and walked to the wardrobe. She opened the doors and was astonished to see that the clothes therein where her very own.