Just an Illusion, by Ortain
Chapter 4 – Disturbing Thoughts and Unwanted Feelings
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, I don't own any characters, I own Josephine, don't steal her, she's the only thing I have in this story apart from the plot. *sniff* right I'm just feeling a tad bit weird.
Author's Note: I don't remember if it's in this story or the last but a reviewer (thanks again to all reviewers) asked if I'm a girl or a guy. I'm female, tee hee. A female who thinks Johnny Depp was incredibly hot in Pirates of the Caribbean, as usual.
All the things that Josephine hears in her mind that Barbossa says when he is controlling her mind will be in italics.
Cookies to all reviewers, enjoy.
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Jack carried a dinner plate towards his cabin; she had taken over it, their hostage. He still didn't know her name, she would not tell him. Not that it really mattered but it sometimes was nice to know who she was. That and the fact that he'd have to be sleeping with the crew tonight because the chances of her giving up the cabin for him were zero. Anyway throwing her in with the crew probably wasn't the best thing that could happen to her.
He unlocked the door and set the plate on a table. Where was his hostage he looked around, she was nowhere to be seen she was...
Josephine snuck out from behind the door when she saw Jack come in, she watched him put the dinner plate down. Then she pounced on him from behind pinning him to the bed with a knife pressed against his throat. "Don't underestimate me Jack." She said calling him for once by his name.
"I didn't" replied Jack. "Where did'ja get that knife luv." He whispered.
Josephine smiled. She remained silent. She pressed the knife to his throat a little harder, not yet drawing blood. "Let me go." She said.
"If I let you go it won't be in Port Royal."
"I would appreciate it if you did drop me off at Port Royal or you'd lose something very dear to you." Josephine snarled "And since you've tied me up and I've escaped I don't suggest you waste any more rope."
Josephine had just the right tone to drill her words into Jack's head. Jack was, however, more concentrated on having a very beautiful young women lying on top of him even if she was threatening his life. He lifted his hand and stroked her cheek.
"I'm not letting ye get away luv, you'll stay here right by me. You're not going to kill me, you're not going to kill anyone." Jack rested his hand on her neck.
Josephine got off Jack immediately. "You're despicable." She snapped. Jack was forcibly reminded of another young lady who had recently said that to him.
He forced her against the wall and the knife fell out of her hand as he gripped her wrist tightly. "Tell me your name." he whispered. His lips pressed against hers and they kissed, feeling warmth and passion.
Suddenly, a Josephine heard a voice, a voice which seemed to be coming from her own head. Kill him, KILL HIM. Said the voice, assertive, convincing. She felt the world around her blur. Then she saw herself holding a knife with blood.
Dripping blood, blood of Jack, there was blood everywhere, all over his body, all over his chest.
Josephine felt a sudden urge to kill, to hurt Jack, to kill him. She picked up the knife that she had previously dropped on the floor. But then she realized what she was doing, and fell to the floor. The room came into focus again. Her hearing cleared.
Jack was looking at her in a concerned way. "Ye alright luv?" he asked.
"I just need some fresh air." Answered Josephine and she made her way onto the deck.
She gulped in several breaths of fresh air. She felt disturbed by what had just happened. She pulled an old rum barrel to the railing of the front of the ship and sat there. The sun was setting, it had been afternoon when Jack had kidnapped her, it was hard to imagine only a few hours had passed. Josephine forgot the days events for a few moments while she watched the sunset.
She didn't know what had come over her just now, she had wanted to strike Jack, to kill him. To see blood, true he was her kidnapper but he wasn't too bad. It could have been worse, much worse.
And that kiss, it was warm, it made her feel safe. She shook her head slightly, what had she been thinking, Jack Sparrow had kidnapped her, she was his hostage, if she had been alone in her home, none of this would have happened. The kiss was probably a stupid attempt to have her in bed. It wasn't love, it wasn't even infatuation.
Josephine felt tired from the days events, as she drifted off to sleep, she remembered thinking, maybe when she woke up tomorrow everything would be alright. She would be at home, in her bed, and it would all have been a dream.
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If this would have been made into a movie I'd be a little freaked out. Ah well, maybe best to keep it as fanfic. Please keep reviewing. Cookies to all reviewers.
Ortain
Chapter 4 – Disturbing Thoughts and Unwanted Feelings
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, I don't own any characters, I own Josephine, don't steal her, she's the only thing I have in this story apart from the plot. *sniff* right I'm just feeling a tad bit weird.
Author's Note: I don't remember if it's in this story or the last but a reviewer (thanks again to all reviewers) asked if I'm a girl or a guy. I'm female, tee hee. A female who thinks Johnny Depp was incredibly hot in Pirates of the Caribbean, as usual.
All the things that Josephine hears in her mind that Barbossa says when he is controlling her mind will be in italics.
Cookies to all reviewers, enjoy.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack carried a dinner plate towards his cabin; she had taken over it, their hostage. He still didn't know her name, she would not tell him. Not that it really mattered but it sometimes was nice to know who she was. That and the fact that he'd have to be sleeping with the crew tonight because the chances of her giving up the cabin for him were zero. Anyway throwing her in with the crew probably wasn't the best thing that could happen to her.
He unlocked the door and set the plate on a table. Where was his hostage he looked around, she was nowhere to be seen she was...
Josephine snuck out from behind the door when she saw Jack come in, she watched him put the dinner plate down. Then she pounced on him from behind pinning him to the bed with a knife pressed against his throat. "Don't underestimate me Jack." She said calling him for once by his name.
"I didn't" replied Jack. "Where did'ja get that knife luv." He whispered.
Josephine smiled. She remained silent. She pressed the knife to his throat a little harder, not yet drawing blood. "Let me go." She said.
"If I let you go it won't be in Port Royal."
"I would appreciate it if you did drop me off at Port Royal or you'd lose something very dear to you." Josephine snarled "And since you've tied me up and I've escaped I don't suggest you waste any more rope."
Josephine had just the right tone to drill her words into Jack's head. Jack was, however, more concentrated on having a very beautiful young women lying on top of him even if she was threatening his life. He lifted his hand and stroked her cheek.
"I'm not letting ye get away luv, you'll stay here right by me. You're not going to kill me, you're not going to kill anyone." Jack rested his hand on her neck.
Josephine got off Jack immediately. "You're despicable." She snapped. Jack was forcibly reminded of another young lady who had recently said that to him.
He forced her against the wall and the knife fell out of her hand as he gripped her wrist tightly. "Tell me your name." he whispered. His lips pressed against hers and they kissed, feeling warmth and passion.
Suddenly, a Josephine heard a voice, a voice which seemed to be coming from her own head. Kill him, KILL HIM. Said the voice, assertive, convincing. She felt the world around her blur. Then she saw herself holding a knife with blood.
Dripping blood, blood of Jack, there was blood everywhere, all over his body, all over his chest.
Josephine felt a sudden urge to kill, to hurt Jack, to kill him. She picked up the knife that she had previously dropped on the floor. But then she realized what she was doing, and fell to the floor. The room came into focus again. Her hearing cleared.
Jack was looking at her in a concerned way. "Ye alright luv?" he asked.
"I just need some fresh air." Answered Josephine and she made her way onto the deck.
She gulped in several breaths of fresh air. She felt disturbed by what had just happened. She pulled an old rum barrel to the railing of the front of the ship and sat there. The sun was setting, it had been afternoon when Jack had kidnapped her, it was hard to imagine only a few hours had passed. Josephine forgot the days events for a few moments while she watched the sunset.
She didn't know what had come over her just now, she had wanted to strike Jack, to kill him. To see blood, true he was her kidnapper but he wasn't too bad. It could have been worse, much worse.
And that kiss, it was warm, it made her feel safe. She shook her head slightly, what had she been thinking, Jack Sparrow had kidnapped her, she was his hostage, if she had been alone in her home, none of this would have happened. The kiss was probably a stupid attempt to have her in bed. It wasn't love, it wasn't even infatuation.
Josephine felt tired from the days events, as she drifted off to sleep, she remembered thinking, maybe when she woke up tomorrow everything would be alright. She would be at home, in her bed, and it would all have been a dream.
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If this would have been made into a movie I'd be a little freaked out. Ah well, maybe best to keep it as fanfic. Please keep reviewing. Cookies to all reviewers.
Ortain