Just an Illusion, by Ortain
Chapter 7 – Cat and Mouse
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or anything affiliated to it. I own the right to my character Josephine Crowne (I don't think I've ever mentioned this but her last name is Crowne) and the plot of the story.
Author's Note: Thanks so much for the reviews, please keep reviewing ;-) They really really really encourage me, it's just the little button at the very bottom...
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Josephine picked up a knife and laughed evilly. She felt powerful, she felt strong, she wanted to stick her knife into the torso of the sleeping man before her.
She never had a chance to.
Then there was blood, lots of blood. She was still holding a knife, it was stained with blood. She hadn't even stabbed the man. He was dead, with blood flowing out of a wound.
A mad laugh was heard, she turned around. There was the man she had just killed. She looked back in front of her and the man was gone. Hands closed around her throat and she dropped the knife...
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Josephine woke up, she found herself safely in bed, well in Jack's bed. Tears had mingled with the sweat forming on her face. She was shivering even though she felt all hot and bothered.
Josephine got out of bed. She wanted to go on deck. In her dream this room was the site of the murder. If she didn't get out of it soon enough she was afraid her nightmare would come true.
The sun was just rising. Josephine stood out in the front of the boat. Its anchor had been let down. If her parents wanted to find her, it would be very easy to. The ship had been stationary for quite some time.
Josphine looked out towards the horizons. She had always loved the ocean. When she was young she would sit for hours on the beach with cool sand running through her fingers and waves brushing against her toes. She used to wonder what was beyond the horizon.
"I'm usually the firs' person on deck in the mornin' luv." Said a voice behind her. She screamed, remembering the nightmare still fresh in her mind.
"Calm down, you'll wake the whole ship up." Said Jack alarmed at her reaction. "You had another nightmare?" Jack said as if reading her mind.
Josephine noded.
"I know something to calm you down." Jack left and quickily returned with a bottle of rum.
"I don't drink." Said Josephine. She pushed Jack away as he had put his hand around her waist.
"Come on luv." Jack uncorked a bottle of rum, he held the bottle in front of her face and swished it around.
Josephine glance sideways at Jack and thought it would be fun to see how far this man's tolerance would go. It would be fun, even at her own cost. She grabbed the rum bottle and threw it out to see, it fell quickly and hit the water with a splash, then it sank like a stone.
Jack looked mortified. "What dya do that for luv?" he murmered.
Josephine grinned in a very annoying manor. She curled her hand into a fist and punched Jack in the nose, not as hard as last time but hard enough.
"Ooof." Jack stumbled backwards completely surprised with his hands clasping his nose that was rapidly turning red. "What the hell was that for?" he said frowning.
"For kidnapping me." Said Josephine. With one sweep of her leg Jack found himself on the floor. She was fast, she had been trained in this kind of skill. Her mood was rapidly improving, seeing Jack feel irritated was clearly entertaining for her.
She bounded from the front of the ship to the captain's wheel. "Catch me" she yelled at him. "If you can."
Jack, rather peeved from the loss of a good bottle of rum and his sore nose and sore ass. He ran after her.
She was fast, she was nifty, in a ship with so many places to hide, it was her world. "And Jack will never catch me" she thought.
Several times Jack felt like giving up, it was early in the morning and the crew were not awake yet. He often thought he was so close to catching her, but she seemed to disappear behind a wall and the next thing he knew she was behind him, tapping his shoulder, only to be gone again.
Across the deck and into the kitchen Jack chased Josephine. Back up to deck Jack fetched his sword, he had lost his mood for this cat and mouse game.
Josephine was gone. "I've 'ad enough, come out now." He heard footsteps behind him and turned around abruptly with his sword held out in front of him.
There was a scream and a flash of silver and red. Josephine was on the floor with one hand clamped on her arm.
Jack acted fast, he flushed the wound out with water and bandaged it tightly.
"I'm so sorry, didn't see you luv, sorry." Jack appologized over and over again. Josephine was in a bad mood again, rather like the one she had adopted when she was first brought onto the boat as a hostage, it was not as though things had changed now but living on the ship wasn't too bad, even enjoyable...almost.
That night Jack sat by Josephine's bed and watched her sleep. Later falling asleep in a chair himself. Josephine slept peacefully, knowing that Jack would let no harm come to her.
Barbossa, on the other hand, was in a bad mood. His attempts in using Josephine to murder Jack were failing. He would break into her mind soon enough, and then he would be able to control not only her thoughts but her actions.
As for what would happen to her after they were done? She would have to be disposed of.
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Easter holidays are finally here, unfortunately I might not be able to write for a week from this Wednesday to next Wednesday cause I'm not going to be at home. I'll see if there's internet connection where I'm going but I kind of doubt it.
I'll write as much as possible in the next few days. (
Please review, thxxxx.
Ortain
Chapter 7 – Cat and Mouse
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or anything affiliated to it. I own the right to my character Josephine Crowne (I don't think I've ever mentioned this but her last name is Crowne) and the plot of the story.
Author's Note: Thanks so much for the reviews, please keep reviewing ;-) They really really really encourage me, it's just the little button at the very bottom...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*
Josephine picked up a knife and laughed evilly. She felt powerful, she felt strong, she wanted to stick her knife into the torso of the sleeping man before her.
She never had a chance to.
Then there was blood, lots of blood. She was still holding a knife, it was stained with blood. She hadn't even stabbed the man. He was dead, with blood flowing out of a wound.
A mad laugh was heard, she turned around. There was the man she had just killed. She looked back in front of her and the man was gone. Hands closed around her throat and she dropped the knife...
* * *
Josephine woke up, she found herself safely in bed, well in Jack's bed. Tears had mingled with the sweat forming on her face. She was shivering even though she felt all hot and bothered.
Josephine got out of bed. She wanted to go on deck. In her dream this room was the site of the murder. If she didn't get out of it soon enough she was afraid her nightmare would come true.
The sun was just rising. Josephine stood out in the front of the boat. Its anchor had been let down. If her parents wanted to find her, it would be very easy to. The ship had been stationary for quite some time.
Josphine looked out towards the horizons. She had always loved the ocean. When she was young she would sit for hours on the beach with cool sand running through her fingers and waves brushing against her toes. She used to wonder what was beyond the horizon.
"I'm usually the firs' person on deck in the mornin' luv." Said a voice behind her. She screamed, remembering the nightmare still fresh in her mind.
"Calm down, you'll wake the whole ship up." Said Jack alarmed at her reaction. "You had another nightmare?" Jack said as if reading her mind.
Josephine noded.
"I know something to calm you down." Jack left and quickily returned with a bottle of rum.
"I don't drink." Said Josephine. She pushed Jack away as he had put his hand around her waist.
"Come on luv." Jack uncorked a bottle of rum, he held the bottle in front of her face and swished it around.
Josephine glance sideways at Jack and thought it would be fun to see how far this man's tolerance would go. It would be fun, even at her own cost. She grabbed the rum bottle and threw it out to see, it fell quickly and hit the water with a splash, then it sank like a stone.
Jack looked mortified. "What dya do that for luv?" he murmered.
Josephine grinned in a very annoying manor. She curled her hand into a fist and punched Jack in the nose, not as hard as last time but hard enough.
"Ooof." Jack stumbled backwards completely surprised with his hands clasping his nose that was rapidly turning red. "What the hell was that for?" he said frowning.
"For kidnapping me." Said Josephine. With one sweep of her leg Jack found himself on the floor. She was fast, she had been trained in this kind of skill. Her mood was rapidly improving, seeing Jack feel irritated was clearly entertaining for her.
She bounded from the front of the ship to the captain's wheel. "Catch me" she yelled at him. "If you can."
Jack, rather peeved from the loss of a good bottle of rum and his sore nose and sore ass. He ran after her.
She was fast, she was nifty, in a ship with so many places to hide, it was her world. "And Jack will never catch me" she thought.
Several times Jack felt like giving up, it was early in the morning and the crew were not awake yet. He often thought he was so close to catching her, but she seemed to disappear behind a wall and the next thing he knew she was behind him, tapping his shoulder, only to be gone again.
Across the deck and into the kitchen Jack chased Josephine. Back up to deck Jack fetched his sword, he had lost his mood for this cat and mouse game.
Josephine was gone. "I've 'ad enough, come out now." He heard footsteps behind him and turned around abruptly with his sword held out in front of him.
There was a scream and a flash of silver and red. Josephine was on the floor with one hand clamped on her arm.
Jack acted fast, he flushed the wound out with water and bandaged it tightly.
"I'm so sorry, didn't see you luv, sorry." Jack appologized over and over again. Josephine was in a bad mood again, rather like the one she had adopted when she was first brought onto the boat as a hostage, it was not as though things had changed now but living on the ship wasn't too bad, even enjoyable...almost.
That night Jack sat by Josephine's bed and watched her sleep. Later falling asleep in a chair himself. Josephine slept peacefully, knowing that Jack would let no harm come to her.
Barbossa, on the other hand, was in a bad mood. His attempts in using Josephine to murder Jack were failing. He would break into her mind soon enough, and then he would be able to control not only her thoughts but her actions.
As for what would happen to her after they were done? She would have to be disposed of.
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Easter holidays are finally here, unfortunately I might not be able to write for a week from this Wednesday to next Wednesday cause I'm not going to be at home. I'll see if there's internet connection where I'm going but I kind of doubt it.
I'll write as much as possible in the next few days. (
Please review, thxxxx.
Ortain