~ Chapter Four: Trust ~
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or its characters. I only own Jesline, the plot, and the places the Black will soon be visiting.
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Jesline looked outside the cabin doors when she heard Jack give orders to the crew. The ship on horizon was steadily approaching the Black Pearl's path. It sails were white and its flag had cobra in its attack position. Jesline recognized that ship well. It was no merchant ship. It was a ship of murderers, killing anyone who was within their sight. She looked around the cabin to find her weapons. She knew what was coming. If Jack decided to board that ship the crew would not survive without her. Jesline searched quickly, until she heard a voice at the door.
"Looking for something, luv? You won't find them." Jack said smiling at her with pride.
"Just need my sword so I can help you. I am a part of your crew, am I not?" Jesline said with a hint of anger.
"You are, but I did not say that you would be joining in our pillaging and plundering, luv. Besides, you are very valuable to my crew and I don't want to risk you getting hurt, or worse killed, savvy?" Jack said with authority.
"Forgive me if I do not share in your concern." Jesline replied coldly.
Just then Jack moved and closed the door. Jesline heard a click and knew that he had locked her. Jesline smiled and chuckled to herself, but soon anger began to set in. The infamous Captain Jack Sparrow had underestimated her and was about to get himself killed. Jesline looked around the cabin and remembered she heard a noise under the bed a few days ago and saw Jack place a cloak under the bed.
Jesline moved quickly and saw a drawer with a lock. She examined the lock carefully and found its weakness. Suddenly there was noise and then laughter. The ship of murderers had taken over the crew of the Black Pearl. It would not be long before they were killed.
Taking the lock in hand, Jesline quickly turned it and it opened. She removed it and pulled out her sword and dagger, holding them in her right hand. She unsheathed them, throwing the sheaths down on the bed, and went over to the door. Jesline place her left hand on the door and moved it up and down. The wood was strong, but still weak in the center. There was only one lock. 'Opening the door would not be hard,' thought Jesline. She stood back, with enough force, and kicked the door open.
The crew was all over place. Some kneeling, some standing. Jack was standing near the mast with a sword at his neck. 'How could these merchants be so quick?' Jack thought. Suddenly he heard a noise and looked at the source. It was Jesline. She standing at the entry way with her sword looking at the attackers. She moved on to the main deck and threw something at the ugly man holding the sword at Jack's throat. The man's hand was instantly against the mast with a dagger buried deep in. Jack looked toward Jesline again and saw that she was fighting off several men. They went down within moments, dead or dying. The crew was released and began fighting off the merchants and so did Jack. The man who's hand was stuck in the mast, had took out the dagger and dropped it to the ground. With blood thirsty eyes he located that bitch of a woman and took out his gun. He aimed, but suddenly she was gone. He looked around and found her behind him waiting. He took aim again, but suddenly her sword was deep in his belly and then out. He looked up and her eyes were cold and full of rage. The man fell and died on the deck.
When the rest of the merchant crew surrendered, Jack and his crew took the booty and left. He then went over to Jesline, and without warning, he was hit down to the ground. He then felt a cool blade against his neck and looked up into Jesline's raging eyes. The crew had then assembled around Jack and Jesline, waiting for the opportune moment when they could kill her.
Jesline looked hard at him and said, "Get up!" with anger and rage. Jack did as she commanded.
"Lock me up again and I will kill you, savvy?"
Jack studied her for a moment before saying, "Savvy."
She then threw her sword toward Jack and he grasped it. She was putting her life in his hands. She was willing to trust him if he would trust her. Jack threw the sword back to her. Jesline grabbed it. The crew now knew that Jesline was, officially, a part of the crew. They lowered their weapons and began throwing the dead bodies off the ship. AnnaMaria gave Jesline her dagger back and took the helm. The rest of the crew were bring the anchors up so they could set sail. Gibbs and Mr. Cotton were fixing the door. Jesline went into the cabin and sheathed her weapons. On the side her sword sheath was a belt that Jesline quickly pulled out and strapped around her waist. She took the dagger and tucked in her right boot. She went out on deck again and went straight to the bow of the Pearl. Jack was already there.
"Why did you save our lives?" Jack asked as she approached.
"Because that ship was not a merchant ship. It was a ship of killers, murderers who would have killed you. The flag bore the cobra. Any ship with that flag are deadly like the snake. I would know." Jesline said, avoiding Jack's question.
"That's not what I asked."
"Because you saved mine. I owe you and your crew more than you know." Jesline explained, but that was not the full reason there was more to it, but she could not reveal it, not yet.
Jack knew there was more, but did not want to press the matter. Instead he asked a different question.
"Why did you kill those men?"
"Because they were murderers." Jesline said with an empty voice.
"What makes you different from them?" Jack asked, looking out into the ocean.
"They had a choice." Jesline said softly, looking at ocean, avoiding Jack's eyes that moved on her.
"What does that mean?" Jack asked, quiet confused by her answer.
"Nothing." was all she said.
Jack left it at that. He could tell something was wrong, but what he could not tell. He need to find out about her. Maybe there was something about Jesline Sheria that Jack did not know about. He did not know how right he was.
Night had begun to fall and the crew was going to bed. Jack called for rum and got it. Jesline went into the cabin, for she was told that she was to sleep in there, but sleep was far from her mind. Jesline sat in a chair, her legs propped up on the table, staring out the window of the cabin into the cool night.
Jack had walked in, drunk and spotted Jesline. She was looking his direction, her legs on the floor, just staring. 'My she's beautiful' Jack thought to himself, but untouchable, or was she?
Jack stood in the middle of the room, trying to think of what to say. Just then Jesline got up saying, "I will leave you to yourself."
When Jesline had reached the door, she saw an arm on one side of her face. She looked at it and then turned and leaned against the door, trying to put some distance between her and Jack. His presence overrode her sense, which was not good. Jesline always needed to be on alert. Jack then leaned in until their bodies were lightly touching. Jesline noticed that his other arm was propped up on the other side of her and the rum he was holding was on the table.
No words were said between them, for nothing could be said. Jack started to bring his head closer to hers, his lips closer until they touched hers. It was light, and gentle and Jesline was beginning to kiss him back, but quickly pushed him back. When Jack looked in her eyes they were cold and empty.
"Let us get one thing straight, Captain. I will help you find treasure and be a part of your crew for as long as you wish, but I will not be your whore." Jesline said, growling the last part and saying it with venom.
Jesline then pushed Jack against the table and left the cabin out on to the deck. Jack cursed himself many times, but then smiled. She kissed him back. Soon she would not push him away. Instead she would pull him toward her, begging and wanting. Jack then took the bootle of rum and drank away until he fell asleep on his bed.
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or its characters. I only own Jesline, the plot, and the places the Black will soon be visiting.
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Jesline looked outside the cabin doors when she heard Jack give orders to the crew. The ship on horizon was steadily approaching the Black Pearl's path. It sails were white and its flag had cobra in its attack position. Jesline recognized that ship well. It was no merchant ship. It was a ship of murderers, killing anyone who was within their sight. She looked around the cabin to find her weapons. She knew what was coming. If Jack decided to board that ship the crew would not survive without her. Jesline searched quickly, until she heard a voice at the door.
"Looking for something, luv? You won't find them." Jack said smiling at her with pride.
"Just need my sword so I can help you. I am a part of your crew, am I not?" Jesline said with a hint of anger.
"You are, but I did not say that you would be joining in our pillaging and plundering, luv. Besides, you are very valuable to my crew and I don't want to risk you getting hurt, or worse killed, savvy?" Jack said with authority.
"Forgive me if I do not share in your concern." Jesline replied coldly.
Just then Jack moved and closed the door. Jesline heard a click and knew that he had locked her. Jesline smiled and chuckled to herself, but soon anger began to set in. The infamous Captain Jack Sparrow had underestimated her and was about to get himself killed. Jesline looked around the cabin and remembered she heard a noise under the bed a few days ago and saw Jack place a cloak under the bed.
Jesline moved quickly and saw a drawer with a lock. She examined the lock carefully and found its weakness. Suddenly there was noise and then laughter. The ship of murderers had taken over the crew of the Black Pearl. It would not be long before they were killed.
Taking the lock in hand, Jesline quickly turned it and it opened. She removed it and pulled out her sword and dagger, holding them in her right hand. She unsheathed them, throwing the sheaths down on the bed, and went over to the door. Jesline place her left hand on the door and moved it up and down. The wood was strong, but still weak in the center. There was only one lock. 'Opening the door would not be hard,' thought Jesline. She stood back, with enough force, and kicked the door open.
The crew was all over place. Some kneeling, some standing. Jack was standing near the mast with a sword at his neck. 'How could these merchants be so quick?' Jack thought. Suddenly he heard a noise and looked at the source. It was Jesline. She standing at the entry way with her sword looking at the attackers. She moved on to the main deck and threw something at the ugly man holding the sword at Jack's throat. The man's hand was instantly against the mast with a dagger buried deep in. Jack looked toward Jesline again and saw that she was fighting off several men. They went down within moments, dead or dying. The crew was released and began fighting off the merchants and so did Jack. The man who's hand was stuck in the mast, had took out the dagger and dropped it to the ground. With blood thirsty eyes he located that bitch of a woman and took out his gun. He aimed, but suddenly she was gone. He looked around and found her behind him waiting. He took aim again, but suddenly her sword was deep in his belly and then out. He looked up and her eyes were cold and full of rage. The man fell and died on the deck.
When the rest of the merchant crew surrendered, Jack and his crew took the booty and left. He then went over to Jesline, and without warning, he was hit down to the ground. He then felt a cool blade against his neck and looked up into Jesline's raging eyes. The crew had then assembled around Jack and Jesline, waiting for the opportune moment when they could kill her.
Jesline looked hard at him and said, "Get up!" with anger and rage. Jack did as she commanded.
"Lock me up again and I will kill you, savvy?"
Jack studied her for a moment before saying, "Savvy."
She then threw her sword toward Jack and he grasped it. She was putting her life in his hands. She was willing to trust him if he would trust her. Jack threw the sword back to her. Jesline grabbed it. The crew now knew that Jesline was, officially, a part of the crew. They lowered their weapons and began throwing the dead bodies off the ship. AnnaMaria gave Jesline her dagger back and took the helm. The rest of the crew were bring the anchors up so they could set sail. Gibbs and Mr. Cotton were fixing the door. Jesline went into the cabin and sheathed her weapons. On the side her sword sheath was a belt that Jesline quickly pulled out and strapped around her waist. She took the dagger and tucked in her right boot. She went out on deck again and went straight to the bow of the Pearl. Jack was already there.
"Why did you save our lives?" Jack asked as she approached.
"Because that ship was not a merchant ship. It was a ship of killers, murderers who would have killed you. The flag bore the cobra. Any ship with that flag are deadly like the snake. I would know." Jesline said, avoiding Jack's question.
"That's not what I asked."
"Because you saved mine. I owe you and your crew more than you know." Jesline explained, but that was not the full reason there was more to it, but she could not reveal it, not yet.
Jack knew there was more, but did not want to press the matter. Instead he asked a different question.
"Why did you kill those men?"
"Because they were murderers." Jesline said with an empty voice.
"What makes you different from them?" Jack asked, looking out into the ocean.
"They had a choice." Jesline said softly, looking at ocean, avoiding Jack's eyes that moved on her.
"What does that mean?" Jack asked, quiet confused by her answer.
"Nothing." was all she said.
Jack left it at that. He could tell something was wrong, but what he could not tell. He need to find out about her. Maybe there was something about Jesline Sheria that Jack did not know about. He did not know how right he was.
Night had begun to fall and the crew was going to bed. Jack called for rum and got it. Jesline went into the cabin, for she was told that she was to sleep in there, but sleep was far from her mind. Jesline sat in a chair, her legs propped up on the table, staring out the window of the cabin into the cool night.
Jack had walked in, drunk and spotted Jesline. She was looking his direction, her legs on the floor, just staring. 'My she's beautiful' Jack thought to himself, but untouchable, or was she?
Jack stood in the middle of the room, trying to think of what to say. Just then Jesline got up saying, "I will leave you to yourself."
When Jesline had reached the door, she saw an arm on one side of her face. She looked at it and then turned and leaned against the door, trying to put some distance between her and Jack. His presence overrode her sense, which was not good. Jesline always needed to be on alert. Jack then leaned in until their bodies were lightly touching. Jesline noticed that his other arm was propped up on the other side of her and the rum he was holding was on the table.
No words were said between them, for nothing could be said. Jack started to bring his head closer to hers, his lips closer until they touched hers. It was light, and gentle and Jesline was beginning to kiss him back, but quickly pushed him back. When Jack looked in her eyes they were cold and empty.
"Let us get one thing straight, Captain. I will help you find treasure and be a part of your crew for as long as you wish, but I will not be your whore." Jesline said, growling the last part and saying it with venom.
Jesline then pushed Jack against the table and left the cabin out on to the deck. Jack cursed himself many times, but then smiled. She kissed him back. Soon she would not push him away. Instead she would pull him toward her, begging and wanting. Jack then took the bootle of rum and drank away until he fell asleep on his bed.