Chapter...Hey, Has Anyone Noticed That I Don't Give A Fuck Any More?
A/N: So, fairly crappy chapter last time. It was just to fill time really. Anyways, here's the next one. Jack is telling it, by the way. Enjoy...
Disclaimer: They're not under the bed either. I did put my hand on something rather nasty though that took me an hour of scrubbing to get rid of. It turned my skin blue as well...However Joe, in varying degrees of madness is mine, as well as Zane and anyone else not previously mentioned in the Curse Of The Black Pearl.
WHEN JOE was small, she was called Josephine Franks. She came from a relatively wealthy family that mainly worked in the Navy and as fishermen. Everyone thought Josephine was to become a society lady. For a while, so did she. But then her twin brother, Tomas, whom she doted on, joined up. Everything was fine. Then one day there was a knock at the door. A flustered looking messenger gave her a letter with the official Navy seal. Josephine thought it was a letter from Tomas. She sat down in her room and opened the seal.
'Dear Mr Franks,
We regret to inform you that your son Corporal Tomas Franks was unfortunately killed protecting the King's peace. Please come to your nearest fort, yours being Port Royal, for his effects.
Gods Save King and Country
Squiggle p.p (Anthony Hughes)
Commodore Paul Davis'
Josephine couldn't believe it. She ran out the room to where her mother at with her friend, in the solar. Her mother read the letter through and went very white. Then she collapsed. Josephine left her twittering friend to fuss over her mother. She went to the coach house, where the groom saddled her horse, Picket, and she rode down to the Port Royal fort. There she picked up the bundle of clothes and personal items that were all that was left of her brother. That and a few children's toys, an empty room and her twisted heart. She asked the bored looking official "Please, what killed my brother?" "I'm sorry, I can't release that information," the official shrugged. Josephine moved away. When she reached the door a young man grabbed her arm. She could tell from his stripes he was a sergeant. "The grapevine says that his ship ran into some pirates. He was killed fighting them. 'E was killed by someone dead famous. Jack Sparrow. God, mighty fine sailor that bloke is, even if he is an evil sod," Josephine looked at the sailor coldly "Maybe you should consider becoming a pirate then, Mr.-?" "Name's Robert, miss," the sergeant treated her to the dirtiest wink she'd ever got. She sniffed. "I don't see how anyone who kills innocent men for a living can be deemed mighty fine. Indeed, I would deem them the spawn of the Devil." "Well, it's them or you out there miss. You don't get second chances," Robert took out a tobacco pouch and began to roll himself a cigarette (A/N: I'm making a guess on the fag.) "'Tis a desperate life miss. Not everyone has it as easy as you." He ambled off, leaving Josephine to think.
The next few days were endless mourning. Josephine went through her brother's old things. Her mother broke down completely, and her father, never close to her, was even more distant. The maid said she reminded her of his son too much, and now that the other one had become a pirate, well, it was too much for the old man. Every night she went to bed with tears on her cheeks. It was a dark time for all. Then, one day she was called into the study. A man was sitting with her father. An old man, with a big nose and broken veins in his cheeks. "Ah, Josephine. Meet Mr. Phineas Wooldridge. He's the Governor for Port St. George. A very old friend." "You are a vision of lovely young womanhood." She winced as Wooldridge's disgusting lips brushed over her hand. Why did this matter to her? And then it came to her. One of her friends, Yvonne, had got betrothed to an older man. She smiled and was polite all afternoon, but tore herself away from the study as soon as she could. She suddenly knew what she had to do. And she was going to do it. She went into her bothers room, where his old sword and clothes were stored in a box. She knew this because she had packed them there herself. She opened the tea chest and pulled out the sword and a pair of trousers, a shirt and a pair of his old boots. She was lucky they were the same height. She pulled out the sword, and took hold of her long plait, and then cut it off. She left the plait on her bed, and wrote a note.
'I go to avenge my brother, and will only return when this is done, or not at all.
Josephine.'
She pinned it to the plait and saddled up Picket. She could ride like the men did, her brother had taught her. She galloped off into the night, to where she knew all pirates eventually came. Tortuga.
Just outside Tortuga, she sold Picket to a farmer, and walked into the town. Josephine sold the horse, but Joe walked into Tortuga. The town was rowdy and she had to duck to avoid things like bottles, teeth, eyes and hands. She walked down by the dicks, where ships pulled in and out in a constant stream. Then, she made some enquiries. She wanted to know which ship this famous Jack Sparrow sailed. She last man she asked told her "You'd be after the Black Pearl then matey. I think it's coming into port know. Yer in luck." "Thank you." She nodded to him and looked to where he pointed. There it was. There were men bustling about, and one man steering. He had a bloke next to him and they were speaking together. She waited by the dock with the man who had told her which ship was the Pearl. He seemed a bit simple really. "What's your name?" she asked him. "'M Zane mate, what about you," "Oh, err, Joe," she shrugged and then, as the gangplank went down and the first man, who was devilishly handsome, came to rest, she asked, "Excuse me, who is the captain?" "You'd be talkin' to him. Captain Jack Sparrow." Joe couldn't believe it. She breathed in "Me and my friend here would like to join your ship." He looked at them closely. "Well, you have to answer one question. Do you have the courage and fortitude to stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?" this was rattled off at top speed. "Err, yes?" she ventured. "Oh, good. We leave on the tide in a week. See you then." And he walked off. "That was easy," she muttered. A pirate pushed past her. She did a double take. It was a woman! Openly a woman! She gawped after her as she caught up with Sparrow, smiling at him. She thought "I could just run him through with my sword, or shoot him as he stood." She thought. "Come on Zane, we've got some thinking to do," "Do I get a drink?" he asked. "Don't see why not." She shrugged and walked towards the nearest bar.
By next day, she had it. All she needed was a weak spot in Jack Sparrow's armour. He would require watching.
The next few months she watched Jack like a hawk. The man had weaknesses for rum and women, but so did most of the other men on the ship. He was impenetrable. Just when she was thinking that she would have to think up something else. Zane was useful, as he was incredibly simple, and only seemed to just remember who he was, and how to use his sword. Joe, however had no idea how to use the sword, and resorted to methods she saw in the pubs she went to when they stopped for water and supplies. They were fairly simple. Bite gouge and kick.
Then, one shore leave she saw something that made her smile. Anamaria, the female pirate she had seen was walking with Jack. They came to the ship, and then right in front of her eyes, they kissed! She clapped her hands together. The famous Jack Sparrow had a proper weakness. She could use this. The next day, she watched Jack come off the ship looking moody. He scuffed the ground as he walked off. The first night that Anamaria had watch she grabbed her and dragged her to a shadow, knife at her throat. "Let go of me!" Anamaria struggled and stopped when she felt the knife against her throat. "Don't struggle, or I'll kill yez," Joe whispered. "You're going to do something for me. I know your secret. I can make your life hell." "What secret?" As though she didn't already know. Joe was surprised at how easy it was. "A moonlit night when the drink was flowing. Does it ring any bells?" "What do you want me to do?" Anamaria's voice held none of the fear her eyes did. "Tomorrow night, go to the stock room. Do what ever you are told to do. And don't tell a soul. If you do, I'll spread this little secret around, and then where will you be? Eh?" Joe sneered, and let go of her.
The next few months were sweet. Anamaria went to Zane every night. Zane was in on it, of course. He was in lust with Anamaria, had been for ages. He didn't know why the blackmail was happening, and didn't care.
But there was a hole in the plot. She meant to tell Jack that Anamaria was cheating on him. But as Anamaria got paler and more drawn, she could see the pity written on Jack's face and couldn't bring herself to do it. Then, just as she managed to screw up her courage to break Jack's heart, Anamaria ran off. She couldn't believe it. All her plans ruined. But then she thought, I'll go after her. So she listened in on one of Jack and Gibb's conversations, learned where they were going, and then waited.
In Cuba, she made some enquiries and found the house easily. But the night before, she had an epiphany. She would kill Anamaria as well. That way there were no witnesses.
The day of the murder dawned bright. It didn't reflect the dark deeds that were about to be done that day. She shadowed Jack, waiting for him to come near the house. Then she slipped inside. Anamaria never had time to shout. She sliced her across the gut, but aimed to high for the heart thrust. She didn't realise at the time, and left her to bleed out her life's blood.
A/N: Leave you at a sort of cliffy, even thought you know what's gonna happen. Tune in next time to find out more...
A/N: So, fairly crappy chapter last time. It was just to fill time really. Anyways, here's the next one. Jack is telling it, by the way. Enjoy...
Disclaimer: They're not under the bed either. I did put my hand on something rather nasty though that took me an hour of scrubbing to get rid of. It turned my skin blue as well...However Joe, in varying degrees of madness is mine, as well as Zane and anyone else not previously mentioned in the Curse Of The Black Pearl.
WHEN JOE was small, she was called Josephine Franks. She came from a relatively wealthy family that mainly worked in the Navy and as fishermen. Everyone thought Josephine was to become a society lady. For a while, so did she. But then her twin brother, Tomas, whom she doted on, joined up. Everything was fine. Then one day there was a knock at the door. A flustered looking messenger gave her a letter with the official Navy seal. Josephine thought it was a letter from Tomas. She sat down in her room and opened the seal.
'Dear Mr Franks,
We regret to inform you that your son Corporal Tomas Franks was unfortunately killed protecting the King's peace. Please come to your nearest fort, yours being Port Royal, for his effects.
Gods Save King and Country
Squiggle p.p (Anthony Hughes)
Commodore Paul Davis'
Josephine couldn't believe it. She ran out the room to where her mother at with her friend, in the solar. Her mother read the letter through and went very white. Then she collapsed. Josephine left her twittering friend to fuss over her mother. She went to the coach house, where the groom saddled her horse, Picket, and she rode down to the Port Royal fort. There she picked up the bundle of clothes and personal items that were all that was left of her brother. That and a few children's toys, an empty room and her twisted heart. She asked the bored looking official "Please, what killed my brother?" "I'm sorry, I can't release that information," the official shrugged. Josephine moved away. When she reached the door a young man grabbed her arm. She could tell from his stripes he was a sergeant. "The grapevine says that his ship ran into some pirates. He was killed fighting them. 'E was killed by someone dead famous. Jack Sparrow. God, mighty fine sailor that bloke is, even if he is an evil sod," Josephine looked at the sailor coldly "Maybe you should consider becoming a pirate then, Mr.-?" "Name's Robert, miss," the sergeant treated her to the dirtiest wink she'd ever got. She sniffed. "I don't see how anyone who kills innocent men for a living can be deemed mighty fine. Indeed, I would deem them the spawn of the Devil." "Well, it's them or you out there miss. You don't get second chances," Robert took out a tobacco pouch and began to roll himself a cigarette (A/N: I'm making a guess on the fag.) "'Tis a desperate life miss. Not everyone has it as easy as you." He ambled off, leaving Josephine to think.
The next few days were endless mourning. Josephine went through her brother's old things. Her mother broke down completely, and her father, never close to her, was even more distant. The maid said she reminded her of his son too much, and now that the other one had become a pirate, well, it was too much for the old man. Every night she went to bed with tears on her cheeks. It was a dark time for all. Then, one day she was called into the study. A man was sitting with her father. An old man, with a big nose and broken veins in his cheeks. "Ah, Josephine. Meet Mr. Phineas Wooldridge. He's the Governor for Port St. George. A very old friend." "You are a vision of lovely young womanhood." She winced as Wooldridge's disgusting lips brushed over her hand. Why did this matter to her? And then it came to her. One of her friends, Yvonne, had got betrothed to an older man. She smiled and was polite all afternoon, but tore herself away from the study as soon as she could. She suddenly knew what she had to do. And she was going to do it. She went into her bothers room, where his old sword and clothes were stored in a box. She knew this because she had packed them there herself. She opened the tea chest and pulled out the sword and a pair of trousers, a shirt and a pair of his old boots. She was lucky they were the same height. She pulled out the sword, and took hold of her long plait, and then cut it off. She left the plait on her bed, and wrote a note.
'I go to avenge my brother, and will only return when this is done, or not at all.
Josephine.'
She pinned it to the plait and saddled up Picket. She could ride like the men did, her brother had taught her. She galloped off into the night, to where she knew all pirates eventually came. Tortuga.
Just outside Tortuga, she sold Picket to a farmer, and walked into the town. Josephine sold the horse, but Joe walked into Tortuga. The town was rowdy and she had to duck to avoid things like bottles, teeth, eyes and hands. She walked down by the dicks, where ships pulled in and out in a constant stream. Then, she made some enquiries. She wanted to know which ship this famous Jack Sparrow sailed. She last man she asked told her "You'd be after the Black Pearl then matey. I think it's coming into port know. Yer in luck." "Thank you." She nodded to him and looked to where he pointed. There it was. There were men bustling about, and one man steering. He had a bloke next to him and they were speaking together. She waited by the dock with the man who had told her which ship was the Pearl. He seemed a bit simple really. "What's your name?" she asked him. "'M Zane mate, what about you," "Oh, err, Joe," she shrugged and then, as the gangplank went down and the first man, who was devilishly handsome, came to rest, she asked, "Excuse me, who is the captain?" "You'd be talkin' to him. Captain Jack Sparrow." Joe couldn't believe it. She breathed in "Me and my friend here would like to join your ship." He looked at them closely. "Well, you have to answer one question. Do you have the courage and fortitude to stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?" this was rattled off at top speed. "Err, yes?" she ventured. "Oh, good. We leave on the tide in a week. See you then." And he walked off. "That was easy," she muttered. A pirate pushed past her. She did a double take. It was a woman! Openly a woman! She gawped after her as she caught up with Sparrow, smiling at him. She thought "I could just run him through with my sword, or shoot him as he stood." She thought. "Come on Zane, we've got some thinking to do," "Do I get a drink?" he asked. "Don't see why not." She shrugged and walked towards the nearest bar.
By next day, she had it. All she needed was a weak spot in Jack Sparrow's armour. He would require watching.
The next few months she watched Jack like a hawk. The man had weaknesses for rum and women, but so did most of the other men on the ship. He was impenetrable. Just when she was thinking that she would have to think up something else. Zane was useful, as he was incredibly simple, and only seemed to just remember who he was, and how to use his sword. Joe, however had no idea how to use the sword, and resorted to methods she saw in the pubs she went to when they stopped for water and supplies. They were fairly simple. Bite gouge and kick.
Then, one shore leave she saw something that made her smile. Anamaria, the female pirate she had seen was walking with Jack. They came to the ship, and then right in front of her eyes, they kissed! She clapped her hands together. The famous Jack Sparrow had a proper weakness. She could use this. The next day, she watched Jack come off the ship looking moody. He scuffed the ground as he walked off. The first night that Anamaria had watch she grabbed her and dragged her to a shadow, knife at her throat. "Let go of me!" Anamaria struggled and stopped when she felt the knife against her throat. "Don't struggle, or I'll kill yez," Joe whispered. "You're going to do something for me. I know your secret. I can make your life hell." "What secret?" As though she didn't already know. Joe was surprised at how easy it was. "A moonlit night when the drink was flowing. Does it ring any bells?" "What do you want me to do?" Anamaria's voice held none of the fear her eyes did. "Tomorrow night, go to the stock room. Do what ever you are told to do. And don't tell a soul. If you do, I'll spread this little secret around, and then where will you be? Eh?" Joe sneered, and let go of her.
The next few months were sweet. Anamaria went to Zane every night. Zane was in on it, of course. He was in lust with Anamaria, had been for ages. He didn't know why the blackmail was happening, and didn't care.
But there was a hole in the plot. She meant to tell Jack that Anamaria was cheating on him. But as Anamaria got paler and more drawn, she could see the pity written on Jack's face and couldn't bring herself to do it. Then, just as she managed to screw up her courage to break Jack's heart, Anamaria ran off. She couldn't believe it. All her plans ruined. But then she thought, I'll go after her. So she listened in on one of Jack and Gibb's conversations, learned where they were going, and then waited.
In Cuba, she made some enquiries and found the house easily. But the night before, she had an epiphany. She would kill Anamaria as well. That way there were no witnesses.
The day of the murder dawned bright. It didn't reflect the dark deeds that were about to be done that day. She shadowed Jack, waiting for him to come near the house. Then she slipped inside. Anamaria never had time to shout. She sliced her across the gut, but aimed to high for the heart thrust. She didn't realise at the time, and left her to bleed out her life's blood.
A/N: Leave you at a sort of cliffy, even thought you know what's gonna happen. Tune in next time to find out more...