Just an Illusion, by Ortain
Chapter 11 – The Most Beautiful Rose
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean.
Author's Note: I'm actually watching Pirates of the Caribbean right now, just starter, watching the movie at the same time inspires me : - ). Please review cause they really encourage me and stuff. It's just that little purple button down there.
Words put into Josephine's head by Barbossa will be in italics.
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Josephine's uneasy sleep turned into a nightmare, another one of those nightmares.
This time there was no blood, just her and her trusted knife and a sleeping Jack. But there was someone else, someone she didn't know. He was old and ugly, there were pockmarks all over his face and he seemed somewhat...not real. His outline was faded.
"Miss Crowne, why have you been holding back? You haven't been doing what I've told you to do, Why may I ask? Why don't you kill him, it'll be good for you. You can escape, you can go home, or you can stay here with me and enjoy all the riches in the world."
Josephine suddenly found herself in a beautiful room, the table was laid with delicious foods. The carpet was made from velvet.
"Why not kill him? What is holding you back, is it fear, fear of murdering someone? No-one will know, no-one will find out. Is it love, it's just an illusion, love is just an illusion. Just some idle reason, idle excuse."
The man (Barbossa) walked towards Josephine, or more likely, floated towards here, he didn't seem solid. He was like a ghost.
"Kill him, KILL HIM."
The man's last words were emphasized dramatically. Josephine woke with a start. There seemed to be a black object blocking her view of the stars. She rolled over, still tired. She didn't want to go back to sleep but she didn't want to find out what this black object was.
It could be a cloud, an inquisitive crew member, or worst of all Jack.
Josephine's worst fears were confirmed when the black object spoke.
"Didn't know you'd really sleep out here luv."
"Don't call me that." Josephine grabbed the knife out of her boot and slashed at Jack's legs. He fell. There was blood on Josephine's hands. Her nightmare was coming true.
She screamed and leapt out of her 'bed' backing towards the edge of the ship. She dropper her knife.
Since Josephine was very young she had been trained in martial arts, she had been taught how to defend herself, how to fight, how to be tough. But no training could prepare her for the mental effects of wounding someone.
Josephine ran into the Captain's cabin and shut the door behind her. She curled up in a little corner and started to cry. She hadn't cried since she was quite young.
She hadn't meant to really hurt Jack, she didn't know what came over her, maybe an aftereffect of the dream. But then he deserved worse, he deserved to hurt as much as she did. If only her parents would come and get her, it wouldn't be hard for them. Just a small sum of money, these pirates didn't want too much. Just a small sum of money and she would be free.
Not surprisingly, Jack came limping after Josephine, he had wrapped some dirty sort of cloth around his leg. The wound wasn't deep, just deep enough to draw blood and deep enough to freak Josephine out.
She curled up into a tighter ball and ignored everything Jack was saying, she couldn't really hear him, just her heart pounding in her ears. She wanted to shut reality out, shut everything out.
Jack seemed to give up on her, he left. Josephine looked at the door he shut behind him, but he seemed to have left something behind, a single rose.
It was a beautiful rose, it's petals were dark red. It was strange, one did not expect a rose to make on board a pirate ship. It looked like it was cut recently, maybe yesterday in Tortuga. Josephine didn't expect this. She held the rose in her hand, it had thorns.
Jack had left a letter with the rose:
Dear...you still won't tell me your name; I'm sorry I had to hurt you like this, I know it will not make any difference, no matter how I apologize. What has happened has left a wound on you but I believe I can heal it. I believe that with time you and I can forget this little argument.
Sorry I lost my temper with you yesterday. I had seen someone across the bar, a woman that I knew, I owed her some debts and I could not pay her back. When I told her this she told me I could pay her back in another way.
I must confess that when she said that I did think that you would not sleep with me, and this woman would. I forgot about you waiting in the bar for me. I must confess that I had intentions towards her. But today, you've cleared my mind, and you've made me understand that the most beautiful roses, have thorns.
Sincerely,
Captain Jack Sparrow
PS, Please tell me your name.
Josephine scrunched the letter into a little ball, but then she regretted it and opened it and smoothed it out again. She pocketed it and held the rose, careful not the prick herself with the thorns.
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In more plain English Jack think Josephine is not perfect cause his idea of perfect is a woman who will sleep with him. But even the most beautiful rose has thorns, etc.
Please review, thxxxxxx.
Ortain
Chapter 11 – The Most Beautiful Rose
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean.
Author's Note: I'm actually watching Pirates of the Caribbean right now, just starter, watching the movie at the same time inspires me : - ). Please review cause they really encourage me and stuff. It's just that little purple button down there.
Words put into Josephine's head by Barbossa will be in italics.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*
Josephine's uneasy sleep turned into a nightmare, another one of those nightmares.
This time there was no blood, just her and her trusted knife and a sleeping Jack. But there was someone else, someone she didn't know. He was old and ugly, there were pockmarks all over his face and he seemed somewhat...not real. His outline was faded.
"Miss Crowne, why have you been holding back? You haven't been doing what I've told you to do, Why may I ask? Why don't you kill him, it'll be good for you. You can escape, you can go home, or you can stay here with me and enjoy all the riches in the world."
Josephine suddenly found herself in a beautiful room, the table was laid with delicious foods. The carpet was made from velvet.
"Why not kill him? What is holding you back, is it fear, fear of murdering someone? No-one will know, no-one will find out. Is it love, it's just an illusion, love is just an illusion. Just some idle reason, idle excuse."
The man (Barbossa) walked towards Josephine, or more likely, floated towards here, he didn't seem solid. He was like a ghost.
"Kill him, KILL HIM."
The man's last words were emphasized dramatically. Josephine woke with a start. There seemed to be a black object blocking her view of the stars. She rolled over, still tired. She didn't want to go back to sleep but she didn't want to find out what this black object was.
It could be a cloud, an inquisitive crew member, or worst of all Jack.
Josephine's worst fears were confirmed when the black object spoke.
"Didn't know you'd really sleep out here luv."
"Don't call me that." Josephine grabbed the knife out of her boot and slashed at Jack's legs. He fell. There was blood on Josephine's hands. Her nightmare was coming true.
She screamed and leapt out of her 'bed' backing towards the edge of the ship. She dropper her knife.
Since Josephine was very young she had been trained in martial arts, she had been taught how to defend herself, how to fight, how to be tough. But no training could prepare her for the mental effects of wounding someone.
Josephine ran into the Captain's cabin and shut the door behind her. She curled up in a little corner and started to cry. She hadn't cried since she was quite young.
She hadn't meant to really hurt Jack, she didn't know what came over her, maybe an aftereffect of the dream. But then he deserved worse, he deserved to hurt as much as she did. If only her parents would come and get her, it wouldn't be hard for them. Just a small sum of money, these pirates didn't want too much. Just a small sum of money and she would be free.
Not surprisingly, Jack came limping after Josephine, he had wrapped some dirty sort of cloth around his leg. The wound wasn't deep, just deep enough to draw blood and deep enough to freak Josephine out.
She curled up into a tighter ball and ignored everything Jack was saying, she couldn't really hear him, just her heart pounding in her ears. She wanted to shut reality out, shut everything out.
Jack seemed to give up on her, he left. Josephine looked at the door he shut behind him, but he seemed to have left something behind, a single rose.
It was a beautiful rose, it's petals were dark red. It was strange, one did not expect a rose to make on board a pirate ship. It looked like it was cut recently, maybe yesterday in Tortuga. Josephine didn't expect this. She held the rose in her hand, it had thorns.
Jack had left a letter with the rose:
Dear...you still won't tell me your name; I'm sorry I had to hurt you like this, I know it will not make any difference, no matter how I apologize. What has happened has left a wound on you but I believe I can heal it. I believe that with time you and I can forget this little argument.
Sorry I lost my temper with you yesterday. I had seen someone across the bar, a woman that I knew, I owed her some debts and I could not pay her back. When I told her this she told me I could pay her back in another way.
I must confess that when she said that I did think that you would not sleep with me, and this woman would. I forgot about you waiting in the bar for me. I must confess that I had intentions towards her. But today, you've cleared my mind, and you've made me understand that the most beautiful roses, have thorns.
Sincerely,
Captain Jack Sparrow
PS, Please tell me your name.
Josephine scrunched the letter into a little ball, but then she regretted it and opened it and smoothed it out again. She pocketed it and held the rose, careful not the prick herself with the thorns.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*
In more plain English Jack think Josephine is not perfect cause his idea of perfect is a woman who will sleep with him. But even the most beautiful rose has thorns, etc.
Please review, thxxxxxx.
Ortain