Pirates of the Caribbean
Disclaimer: As you all know I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.If I did I would rent Jack and keep Will for myself. . .*thinks about it for a while* hehe..heheheh...*mischevious smile*
Wellio.I didn't want to but I decided to add on to my story.Like anybody is actually reading it..O.o Anywhoo, I'm suffering from writer's block. I'm not sure where I want my story to go.But here it is!
Chapter 3
The sun began to taint to the sky with the hue of blood. Smeared greens, reds, and blues provided just enough light for Kami to steal away from the boat. Jack stood proudly at the helm of his ship watching nothing in particular, with a bottle of rum in his hand and the helm of the ship the other.
On quick feet Kami ran to her small apartment she shared with Lore. Her panicking hands grabbing clothing and weapons and stuffing them hurriedly into a sack. Taking one last look around her small room she hesitated and snatched up a small jewelry box. "That's it," she panted before leaving.
Rushing back, Kami didn't take heed of the crew that was crowing the docks, herding themselves to the ship she was supposed to be prisoner too. Men eyed her, thoughts rising in their minds as they smirked gruesomely. She brushed them off and snuck onto the grand ship. Silently she began to make her way to the cells below deck, not taking heed of the man that stood in her way. Unknowingly, she began to run and smacked straight into his chest, knocking her to the floor.
"You gotta be more careful, love," the man said. Kami looked up, realizing she was caught. Jack held a helping hand out, and began to gather the belongings and placed them into the sack. "Ye know..I was gonna let you two go, but seein' as you don't wanna leave and decided to bring some belongings to stay on my beautiful ship (here he gestured wildly with his hands), I think I'm gonna keep you two 'ere!"
Kami groaned. She had planned to get away with Lore, and brought her things just in case. Jack smiled smugly and ushered Kami into his cabin. She clutched the sack close to her chest as Jack closed the door behind him. Kami turned to face Jack. "Look, Lore and I just want a ride out of Port Royal. Just drop us off anywhere, besides Japan, and we'll be fine and out of yer way."
Jack pressed his palms and fingers together and brought them to his lips as if in deep thought. "Well, I suppose I could, but what will you do for me in return?" Jack looked into her dark blue eyes, her own smudged with dark eye makeup. (AN: My friend Kami actually does wear her makeup that way, before she saw PotC).
A smug smile crept up onto Kami's face, as she set the sack down and walked over to Jack. "Well," she said, her voice becoming low, "I'm not an innocent bartender, you know." Here she looked up at Jack who gazed back at her, something stirring in his eyes. She tried to look deeper into his eyes. As if there were small print engraved in the back of his irises.
Her finger traced a line down his chest, where his dirtied shirt was opened carelessly revealing his tropical tanned chest. His face drew closer to hers, his breath heavily scented with alcohol. It lightly brushed her cheeks. It wasn't hot and carnal like the others who were bombed senseless, just light and warm. His fingers came up to caress her cheek and he stopped.
Kami looked at his, her body resting heavily against his. He realized what he was doing and straightened his back. "I'll take ye to the cells," he muttered. "I want you to stay there."
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Lore stared at Will, her gray eyes wide in astonishment. She was currently on the most cursed ship, about to sail the seas..with Captain Jack Sparrow..Good God, she thought. Will smiled at her. "It's sort of hard to believe, eh?" he looked out the window. The crew was now swarming onto the deck waiting for Jack to give them orders.
Will watched the young woman lightly caress her wrists. He then saw the scars that lined them. He wanted to ask what such horrible scars were from.
Lore noticed Will looking at her wrists as she unconsciously rubbed the scars. "Oh," she uttered softly. She sighed heavily then glanced at his quickly. "I was a slave for a pirate when I was young." She started. "I was sold when I was young, so I don't remember my parents.
( ( Lore's POV: ) )
I'm so cold. Thin rags cover my body from being naked in front of the crowd. It wouldn't matter, I'm still cold with or without the rags.
A man walks up onto the stage and opens my mouth checking my teeth. He nods at Ambrose and Ambrose puts his large hand on my shoulder. He could crush my shoulder if he wanted, I'm sure. "Yer gonna go with the nice man, alrigh', Crystaline?" I nod. The name was given to me by my mother. The one thing she did give me.
Ambrose looks around and drops something into my hand and hurries me offstage, but not before whispering how he would miss me. Tears well up in my eyes. As I follow my new master. I open my hands and see the necklace I'd seen in the store windows. The silver chain is linked to a heart chiseled out of clear crystal.
I fasten it to my neck and the man takes me on his boat. I'm locked in a large room with other children, all older than I am. They comfort me and do amazing tricks. Flipping, running, juggling, tumbling, all graceful.
They explain that the man that bought me sails around like a traveling circus. Using the children as the acrobats. All were talented in something. Many were female. They were skinny and walked with a cat-like grace. I envied them and they told me I was special. He didn't pick girls like me usually.
The next morning the man took me up on deck and everyone who had comforted me last night were all out manning the boat or training. He massaged my scalp and showed me around the boat. Treating me nicely as his own child. He was fake. A maniac, or something. Some girls told me he touched them in ways it made them uncomfortable.
He treated me differently from the others. Once we were alone, he leaned over and whispered, "You are my special little waterlily. I'n going to name you Ren. It means waterlily in japanese. That's where we're going..Japan. We're going to live there for a long while."
Over time I learned all of the tricks the acrobats knew. I spun dangerously off of the main mast. Dived off of theboat. Grew strong, the muscles becoming evident on my thin arms. I was his waterlily. Precious, prisoned. He kept shackles on my wristst and ankles. They hurt terribly. Peeling the skin from my wrists and ankles. Blood became crusted on the locks, but he didn't care. "I have to make sure you don't run away from me, Ren."
I grew older. He never touched me, like he did the other girls. I was sacred to him. I didn't know why. I performed dangerous stunts in front of crowds, gathering money for him. He haunted me. I was his puppet. He became more and more drunk, slurring words to me, he never had before. He grabbed at me, roughly handling me. If I were made of delicate crystal I would have broken in his grasp.
He soon started giving me to other men for pay. I didn't feel like the precious flower he had told me I was. I was filthy. Battered. Ashamed. Ambrose wouldn't know me if he saw me. The trinket on my neck was the only thing that gave me the will to survive.
Japan welcomed me and taught me to fight with it's native sword. I secretly learned to fight behind his back. He didn't know. He wouldn't hurt me anymore. Others soon learned to fight. We gathered strenght against him.
No one knew about the poison at the tip of my dagger. When he tried to force himself on me, I was ready to attack...I wasn't controlled by him anymore. I ran away with my sword, a new young woman. Fresh. I met a young girl who was misused as I was. Her electric curls captured my attention and let her get away with her thieving. We became a team and started to travel together.
Disclaimer: As you all know I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean.If I did I would rent Jack and keep Will for myself. . .*thinks about it for a while* hehe..heheheh...*mischevious smile*
Wellio.I didn't want to but I decided to add on to my story.Like anybody is actually reading it..O.o Anywhoo, I'm suffering from writer's block. I'm not sure where I want my story to go.But here it is!
Chapter 3
The sun began to taint to the sky with the hue of blood. Smeared greens, reds, and blues provided just enough light for Kami to steal away from the boat. Jack stood proudly at the helm of his ship watching nothing in particular, with a bottle of rum in his hand and the helm of the ship the other.
On quick feet Kami ran to her small apartment she shared with Lore. Her panicking hands grabbing clothing and weapons and stuffing them hurriedly into a sack. Taking one last look around her small room she hesitated and snatched up a small jewelry box. "That's it," she panted before leaving.
Rushing back, Kami didn't take heed of the crew that was crowing the docks, herding themselves to the ship she was supposed to be prisoner too. Men eyed her, thoughts rising in their minds as they smirked gruesomely. She brushed them off and snuck onto the grand ship. Silently she began to make her way to the cells below deck, not taking heed of the man that stood in her way. Unknowingly, she began to run and smacked straight into his chest, knocking her to the floor.
"You gotta be more careful, love," the man said. Kami looked up, realizing she was caught. Jack held a helping hand out, and began to gather the belongings and placed them into the sack. "Ye know..I was gonna let you two go, but seein' as you don't wanna leave and decided to bring some belongings to stay on my beautiful ship (here he gestured wildly with his hands), I think I'm gonna keep you two 'ere!"
Kami groaned. She had planned to get away with Lore, and brought her things just in case. Jack smiled smugly and ushered Kami into his cabin. She clutched the sack close to her chest as Jack closed the door behind him. Kami turned to face Jack. "Look, Lore and I just want a ride out of Port Royal. Just drop us off anywhere, besides Japan, and we'll be fine and out of yer way."
Jack pressed his palms and fingers together and brought them to his lips as if in deep thought. "Well, I suppose I could, but what will you do for me in return?" Jack looked into her dark blue eyes, her own smudged with dark eye makeup. (AN: My friend Kami actually does wear her makeup that way, before she saw PotC).
A smug smile crept up onto Kami's face, as she set the sack down and walked over to Jack. "Well," she said, her voice becoming low, "I'm not an innocent bartender, you know." Here she looked up at Jack who gazed back at her, something stirring in his eyes. She tried to look deeper into his eyes. As if there were small print engraved in the back of his irises.
Her finger traced a line down his chest, where his dirtied shirt was opened carelessly revealing his tropical tanned chest. His face drew closer to hers, his breath heavily scented with alcohol. It lightly brushed her cheeks. It wasn't hot and carnal like the others who were bombed senseless, just light and warm. His fingers came up to caress her cheek and he stopped.
Kami looked at his, her body resting heavily against his. He realized what he was doing and straightened his back. "I'll take ye to the cells," he muttered. "I want you to stay there."
..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨.. ..¨..¨
Lore stared at Will, her gray eyes wide in astonishment. She was currently on the most cursed ship, about to sail the seas..with Captain Jack Sparrow..Good God, she thought. Will smiled at her. "It's sort of hard to believe, eh?" he looked out the window. The crew was now swarming onto the deck waiting for Jack to give them orders.
Will watched the young woman lightly caress her wrists. He then saw the scars that lined them. He wanted to ask what such horrible scars were from.
Lore noticed Will looking at her wrists as she unconsciously rubbed the scars. "Oh," she uttered softly. She sighed heavily then glanced at his quickly. "I was a slave for a pirate when I was young." She started. "I was sold when I was young, so I don't remember my parents.
( ( Lore's POV: ) )
I'm so cold. Thin rags cover my body from being naked in front of the crowd. It wouldn't matter, I'm still cold with or without the rags.
A man walks up onto the stage and opens my mouth checking my teeth. He nods at Ambrose and Ambrose puts his large hand on my shoulder. He could crush my shoulder if he wanted, I'm sure. "Yer gonna go with the nice man, alrigh', Crystaline?" I nod. The name was given to me by my mother. The one thing she did give me.
Ambrose looks around and drops something into my hand and hurries me offstage, but not before whispering how he would miss me. Tears well up in my eyes. As I follow my new master. I open my hands and see the necklace I'd seen in the store windows. The silver chain is linked to a heart chiseled out of clear crystal.
I fasten it to my neck and the man takes me on his boat. I'm locked in a large room with other children, all older than I am. They comfort me and do amazing tricks. Flipping, running, juggling, tumbling, all graceful.
They explain that the man that bought me sails around like a traveling circus. Using the children as the acrobats. All were talented in something. Many were female. They were skinny and walked with a cat-like grace. I envied them and they told me I was special. He didn't pick girls like me usually.
The next morning the man took me up on deck and everyone who had comforted me last night were all out manning the boat or training. He massaged my scalp and showed me around the boat. Treating me nicely as his own child. He was fake. A maniac, or something. Some girls told me he touched them in ways it made them uncomfortable.
He treated me differently from the others. Once we were alone, he leaned over and whispered, "You are my special little waterlily. I'n going to name you Ren. It means waterlily in japanese. That's where we're going..Japan. We're going to live there for a long while."
Over time I learned all of the tricks the acrobats knew. I spun dangerously off of the main mast. Dived off of theboat. Grew strong, the muscles becoming evident on my thin arms. I was his waterlily. Precious, prisoned. He kept shackles on my wristst and ankles. They hurt terribly. Peeling the skin from my wrists and ankles. Blood became crusted on the locks, but he didn't care. "I have to make sure you don't run away from me, Ren."
I grew older. He never touched me, like he did the other girls. I was sacred to him. I didn't know why. I performed dangerous stunts in front of crowds, gathering money for him. He haunted me. I was his puppet. He became more and more drunk, slurring words to me, he never had before. He grabbed at me, roughly handling me. If I were made of delicate crystal I would have broken in his grasp.
He soon started giving me to other men for pay. I didn't feel like the precious flower he had told me I was. I was filthy. Battered. Ashamed. Ambrose wouldn't know me if he saw me. The trinket on my neck was the only thing that gave me the will to survive.
Japan welcomed me and taught me to fight with it's native sword. I secretly learned to fight behind his back. He didn't know. He wouldn't hurt me anymore. Others soon learned to fight. We gathered strenght against him.
No one knew about the poison at the tip of my dagger. When he tried to force himself on me, I was ready to attack...I wasn't controlled by him anymore. I ran away with my sword, a new young woman. Fresh. I met a young girl who was misused as I was. Her electric curls captured my attention and let her get away with her thieving. We became a team and started to travel together.