Chapter 2
Ok here's the second chapter. Hope you all like it.
Disclaimer: We don't own anything, but we own Katherine as well as Christian and our Pirate's DVD's and soundtracks.
Jack felt the hairs on his neck stand on end as he turned and looked up to see an outline of a man. Into the light stepped a boy staring at the two with piercing eyes; one green the other a dark brown. His hair, messy and stringy, was a dirty blond, which framed his long face, and around his thin, chapped lips, was a thin outline of a moustache. Katherine found herself clinging to Jack's arm as the stranger continued to stare at them. The strange man didn't resemble a sailor, or at least an honest, working sailor. He was grungy and covered in an inch's thickness of grime. The man or boy as it were, was quite slim and tall.
"We're in trouble lass," said Jack to Katherine, looking down at her for a moment, but turning his attention back to the boy.
"Yes indeed," he sneered, ". Mister.?" he inquired to Jack.
"Smith," Jack replied, quite quick to give his answer.
"Well Mr. Smith," he said, "I may let it slide, but as for you," he said as he looked over at Katherine who gave him a disgusted look, "Mr. Smith you're new to the ship and are unaware of the rules so-"
"If I may interrupt for a moment," Jack said, pointing his index fingers towards the boy, "Why not keep her aboard? She has some skill," said Jack.
"So she's with you, then?" he asked.
"Aye she is,"
"Well then, Mr. Smith, I don't think I can let such an offense go. Having a woman aboard is one thing, but bringing her aboard as a stowaway is another," said the boy, taking a second step forward towards Jack and Katherine. Her grip tightened on his arm and he smirked under his breath.
Come on, lad. Let it go. The girl just needs a place to go. How about we discuss it in the morning with the captain, savvy?" said Jack, bargaining.
"I'm afraid I can't let this 'go' but I will wait to report you two to the captain in the morning," he said.
"Well then. Back to your quarters, boy," demanded Jack as he ushered
him away.
"Afraid not. I'm going to stay right here, " his arms crossed and he took yet another slow step forward, the shadows cast over his face in a crooked line. Jack sighed and pushed Katherine back softly.
"Have you a name, boy?" inquired Jack.
"Christian," he said, simply, lack of any emotion in his frigid voice, "Woman?" he asked.
She hesitated, but breathed a slow sigh, "Katherine. Katherine Miller."
"Ah, Miss Miller, what brings you to such a ship as the Neptune?" asked the boy.
"That is my business and mine alone!" she snapped back. Jack looked around at her with a cocked eyebrow.
She looked down and rubbed at her hand, "I was left all alone." she felt her heart flip flop in her chest, "My mother." she breathed, "My mother was murdered." her tone then changed from morbid to furious, "Murdered by a pirate! Murdered by Jack Sparrow!" she gritted her teeth and felt tears build up in her eyes.
"Jack Sparrow?" asked Jack quietly, "And what makes you think he did it?" he interrogated further.
He's guilty! It's proven! The navy is looking for him." she protested, "But," she started again, "I'm going to find him first. Take my revenge on him, that heathen dog of a man!"
Christian gave a twisted smile, "Sounds like a good reason," he said.
"Aye," said Jack quietly, "I suppose a good reason."
"Well yes it is." she said, "And Mr. Sparrow is in for a big surprise,"
~*~
The rest of that night, that boy just sat there, staring at Jack, who had his hat pulled down upon his face. Katherine sleeping soundly next to Jack in his hammock. Jack's eyes remained fixed on the boy, they looked up at him from under the rim of the hat. The sun was beginning to rise and a soft lavender glow took the place of the harsh, white moonlight. Out of the silence came a ringing of a bell upon deck. A smile curled across the boy's lips.
"Time's up... Mr. Smith..." he said, continuing to smile.
~*~
Jack stood behind Christian with Katherine to his side, who was looking quite worried. The boy knocked on the door to captain's quarters, the sly smirk still plastered to his face. A muffled 'come in' sounded from inside the room. The three entered to see the captain readying himself to go on deck.
"Captain Plourde," said Christian, "Mr. Smith here was found harboring a stowaway," he said smugly.
The captain turned and looked over the two of them quite well, "Mr. Smith," he said sighing, "And why was it I was expecting trouble from you?"
Jack didn't respond, but swallowed, cocking an eyebrow. As the captain lectured Jack, Katherine looked at Jack. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. He was dirty, and perpetually drunk, but there was something mysterious about him, and that just seemed to drag her in. As she studied the man, she noticed the outline of a tattoo imprinted on his arm, but couldn't quite make out what it was fully. Then she noticed it, the 'P' scrapped into his arm. She felt the breath leak from her chest, this man was no sailor, but a common pirate! She pondered what it was he had done to earn this from the East India Trading Company, but really... she wished to never know. Perhaps this man would know where to find Jack Sparrow! She had thought. When she had stopped looking the man over, the captain was still lecturing on.
"I'm afraid I'll have to turn you two over to the authorities when we arrive in the next port," he said, turning to Christian, "Thank you sailor, that will be all,"
"The next port?" asked Jack, interrupting.
"Aye..." responded the captain, uncertainly.
"What would that be?"
"Port Royal, Mr. Smith," responded the captain, tiring of the conversation, wishing them away to do their work.
~*~
The rain slashed against the side of the ship, tossing the crew around as the captain barked orders. Katherine remained below deck, but her curiosity of the happenings on deck took the best of her, and she ventured up the stairs, being knocked around by the waves. Water barreled down on her as she reached to top of the stairs and she slid out the hole she stood in and onto deck where men ran about, trying to save the ship from meeting its end. Katherine got up on her feet and wished at once she were back below deck. There was nothing to see but the blackness of the night and the water being sprayed from sky and sea. She heard the shouts from Jack, or Colin, as she believed him to be. As she searched for the way back to the stairs that led below deck, she lost her footing in a huge wave and felt nothing but water rushing around her. The water that now filled her mouth and surrounded her entire body drowned out her screams as the wave overtook her and sent her overboard the ship.
"MAN OVERBOARD!" called a crewmember that scrambled with a rope.
"Give it here!" demanded Christian, grabbing it from the man's hands. Christian handed the rope to Jack who was already at the ledge looking over to see if he could find Katherine.
Jack wrapped the rope around his arm as to not meet the same fate as the girl did. As Jack cast the rope into the water Christian stood beside him shouting to Katherine to grab the rope. No such thing happened. As Jack look on another mammoth wave enveloped the ship. His hold on the rope tightened as the wave overtook him. As soon as the wave settled Jack looked beside him, not finding a shouting Christian who he expected to be there.
Ok here's the second chapter. Hope you all like it.
Disclaimer: We don't own anything, but we own Katherine as well as Christian and our Pirate's DVD's and soundtracks.
Jack felt the hairs on his neck stand on end as he turned and looked up to see an outline of a man. Into the light stepped a boy staring at the two with piercing eyes; one green the other a dark brown. His hair, messy and stringy, was a dirty blond, which framed his long face, and around his thin, chapped lips, was a thin outline of a moustache. Katherine found herself clinging to Jack's arm as the stranger continued to stare at them. The strange man didn't resemble a sailor, or at least an honest, working sailor. He was grungy and covered in an inch's thickness of grime. The man or boy as it were, was quite slim and tall.
"We're in trouble lass," said Jack to Katherine, looking down at her for a moment, but turning his attention back to the boy.
"Yes indeed," he sneered, ". Mister.?" he inquired to Jack.
"Smith," Jack replied, quite quick to give his answer.
"Well Mr. Smith," he said, "I may let it slide, but as for you," he said as he looked over at Katherine who gave him a disgusted look, "Mr. Smith you're new to the ship and are unaware of the rules so-"
"If I may interrupt for a moment," Jack said, pointing his index fingers towards the boy, "Why not keep her aboard? She has some skill," said Jack.
"So she's with you, then?" he asked.
"Aye she is,"
"Well then, Mr. Smith, I don't think I can let such an offense go. Having a woman aboard is one thing, but bringing her aboard as a stowaway is another," said the boy, taking a second step forward towards Jack and Katherine. Her grip tightened on his arm and he smirked under his breath.
Come on, lad. Let it go. The girl just needs a place to go. How about we discuss it in the morning with the captain, savvy?" said Jack, bargaining.
"I'm afraid I can't let this 'go' but I will wait to report you two to the captain in the morning," he said.
"Well then. Back to your quarters, boy," demanded Jack as he ushered
him away.
"Afraid not. I'm going to stay right here, " his arms crossed and he took yet another slow step forward, the shadows cast over his face in a crooked line. Jack sighed and pushed Katherine back softly.
"Have you a name, boy?" inquired Jack.
"Christian," he said, simply, lack of any emotion in his frigid voice, "Woman?" he asked.
She hesitated, but breathed a slow sigh, "Katherine. Katherine Miller."
"Ah, Miss Miller, what brings you to such a ship as the Neptune?" asked the boy.
"That is my business and mine alone!" she snapped back. Jack looked around at her with a cocked eyebrow.
She looked down and rubbed at her hand, "I was left all alone." she felt her heart flip flop in her chest, "My mother." she breathed, "My mother was murdered." her tone then changed from morbid to furious, "Murdered by a pirate! Murdered by Jack Sparrow!" she gritted her teeth and felt tears build up in her eyes.
"Jack Sparrow?" asked Jack quietly, "And what makes you think he did it?" he interrogated further.
He's guilty! It's proven! The navy is looking for him." she protested, "But," she started again, "I'm going to find him first. Take my revenge on him, that heathen dog of a man!"
Christian gave a twisted smile, "Sounds like a good reason," he said.
"Aye," said Jack quietly, "I suppose a good reason."
"Well yes it is." she said, "And Mr. Sparrow is in for a big surprise,"
~*~
The rest of that night, that boy just sat there, staring at Jack, who had his hat pulled down upon his face. Katherine sleeping soundly next to Jack in his hammock. Jack's eyes remained fixed on the boy, they looked up at him from under the rim of the hat. The sun was beginning to rise and a soft lavender glow took the place of the harsh, white moonlight. Out of the silence came a ringing of a bell upon deck. A smile curled across the boy's lips.
"Time's up... Mr. Smith..." he said, continuing to smile.
~*~
Jack stood behind Christian with Katherine to his side, who was looking quite worried. The boy knocked on the door to captain's quarters, the sly smirk still plastered to his face. A muffled 'come in' sounded from inside the room. The three entered to see the captain readying himself to go on deck.
"Captain Plourde," said Christian, "Mr. Smith here was found harboring a stowaway," he said smugly.
The captain turned and looked over the two of them quite well, "Mr. Smith," he said sighing, "And why was it I was expecting trouble from you?"
Jack didn't respond, but swallowed, cocking an eyebrow. As the captain lectured Jack, Katherine looked at Jack. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. He was dirty, and perpetually drunk, but there was something mysterious about him, and that just seemed to drag her in. As she studied the man, she noticed the outline of a tattoo imprinted on his arm, but couldn't quite make out what it was fully. Then she noticed it, the 'P' scrapped into his arm. She felt the breath leak from her chest, this man was no sailor, but a common pirate! She pondered what it was he had done to earn this from the East India Trading Company, but really... she wished to never know. Perhaps this man would know where to find Jack Sparrow! She had thought. When she had stopped looking the man over, the captain was still lecturing on.
"I'm afraid I'll have to turn you two over to the authorities when we arrive in the next port," he said, turning to Christian, "Thank you sailor, that will be all,"
"The next port?" asked Jack, interrupting.
"Aye..." responded the captain, uncertainly.
"What would that be?"
"Port Royal, Mr. Smith," responded the captain, tiring of the conversation, wishing them away to do their work.
~*~
The rain slashed against the side of the ship, tossing the crew around as the captain barked orders. Katherine remained below deck, but her curiosity of the happenings on deck took the best of her, and she ventured up the stairs, being knocked around by the waves. Water barreled down on her as she reached to top of the stairs and she slid out the hole she stood in and onto deck where men ran about, trying to save the ship from meeting its end. Katherine got up on her feet and wished at once she were back below deck. There was nothing to see but the blackness of the night and the water being sprayed from sky and sea. She heard the shouts from Jack, or Colin, as she believed him to be. As she searched for the way back to the stairs that led below deck, she lost her footing in a huge wave and felt nothing but water rushing around her. The water that now filled her mouth and surrounded her entire body drowned out her screams as the wave overtook her and sent her overboard the ship.
"MAN OVERBOARD!" called a crewmember that scrambled with a rope.
"Give it here!" demanded Christian, grabbing it from the man's hands. Christian handed the rope to Jack who was already at the ledge looking over to see if he could find Katherine.
Jack wrapped the rope around his arm as to not meet the same fate as the girl did. As Jack cast the rope into the water Christian stood beside him shouting to Katherine to grab the rope. No such thing happened. As Jack look on another mammoth wave enveloped the ship. His hold on the rope tightened as the wave overtook him. As soon as the wave settled Jack looked beside him, not finding a shouting Christian who he expected to be there.