A/N: Thankies very much, dear friends for helping me write this next chapter, and thanks a bunch to Labrat47, who proofread my outline thingy for this chappie. Ok, now we must go on!! And before I continue, let me remind you that I have never had a fencing lesson in my life!! So if this seems a bit…inaccurate, lemme know, savvy? And does anyone actually know what year the movie is supposed to take place?
Victoria followed as Jack led her to a secluded barn. Dust rose as he stomped inside, pulling out a sword from his belt. He tossed it to her, as she tried to catch it. It fell to the floor with a clatter. Victoria scowled as he chuckled at her helplessness. As she picked up the sword, he watched, waiting for her to do something intelligent. A second sword appeared from behind him as he stepped towards her.
"Before we begin, let's see what you can actually do, love, savvy?" She gazed nervously at him as he lunged toward her with the sword. Panicked, she threw it at him, barely missing his face.
"What the bloody hell was that?" he said, going over to pick up the sword.
"Well, what do you expect from me, Jack? I'm a well-brought up woman!" Jack snorted.
"And I'm a well brought up man." She stared for a moment, before he said, annoyed, "I was being sarcastic, love."
"Oh!"
"Now, let me show you how to use this, and don't throw it at me this time!" For the next hour, she learned to parry with the sword, and she even managed to hack off part of Jack's coat, although she was pretty sure he had let her. After a few more pieces of his coat had floated to the ground, Victoria slumped to the ground from exhaustion. Jack towered over her, cocking his head.
"What, are you tired already?" She nodded, panting heavily. He smiled triumphantly, extending his hand and pulling her to her feet. "I challenge you to a fencing match. And if you beat me, I shall take you out for some rum. If I beat you, you're going to take me out for a spot of rum." He smirked at Victoria, who in return, scowled at him back. "Savvy?" She nodded slowly as she regained her breath and stood up straight, gripping the sword like he taught her to.
Without warning, Jack dove at her, his sword whizzing through the air. She met it with her own, blocking the hit. The game was on. The only sounds heard for the next hour was metal clanging against metal. Jack, of course, went on to cream Victoria, landing her in a tired heap on the dusty ground.
"Now, now, love, you can't do that," he said, standing over her tired figure. "Rum calls." She still didn't move a muscle. Jack sighed heavily. "All right, fine, I'll treat you. Get up, you spoiled strumpet."
The night air was filled with the sounds of gunshots and music. People ran around, chasing tavern wenches, as they giggled flirtatiously. Victoria was far used to this now, as she and Jack ambled down the street of Tortuga. Entering the Faithful Bride, Jack immediately ordered enough rum for the both of them, and many times over. Jack chugged down his drink, as Victoria sipped it contentedly.
Hours later, after a few more drinks were consumed, they both sauntered out of the pub drunkenly, making their way to the barn again. As they passed a large building littered with papers, Victoria stopped short, struck with surprise. Jack, who had been attached to her steadier arm, was jerked backward.
"Whassa matter, love," he murmured tiredly, leaning drunkenly against an extrememly shocked Victoria.
"Th-th-tha-that-that's m-m-m-me," she whispered, stuttering. He wrenched his eyes open to look at the wall.
"Damn." A piece of parchment was tacked up on the brick wall.Uncurling the ends, Victoria realized that it was a picture. She read the words inscripted on it.
Please bring our daughter back!
Victoria Reming, age 19
Daughter of Governor William Reming of Port Constantine
Last seen on June 22 of this year, (insert year here)
Ten thousand shillings for the return of our beloved daughter and fianc
Beneath it was a picture of Victoria herself, from exactly one year ago. She remembered. It was when she had first met Thomas and was told she was to marry him. As she studied her facial features in the picture, she noticed that she looked anything but happy.
"Bloody hell, ten thousand shillings! You must be loved!" Jack half-slurred. Victoria nodded, tears springing to her eyes.
"No," she whispered, pulling the parchement down, "I'm not."
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And sorry about the shortness of the chapter, it looked long when I wrote it =/
Okay, let me know (nicely) if this is REALLY BAD EGGS, savvy? ^_~