Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow was an excellent captain, pirate, escape
artist, rogue and drunk. Oh, let's not forget thief, negotiator and
womanizer. Unfortunately he wasn't a very good horseman, archer or hiker.
Of course none of these things mattered to him until he found himself
locked in an inescapable Spanish cell, with naught but the clothes on his
back and a chipped old bowl that held water. In this instance for Jack
Sparrow, it was half empty.
Nothing much happened here. He was the only one in prison at the moment. Something he despised, seeing as it meant he was the only one stupid enough to get caught. That and the boredom it presented.
Jack didn't much like being alone, it reminded him too much of a lonely island. Except it was worse here because there was no rum and judging by the state of the water he had been given he doubted he was allowed any, even if he could speak Spanish. Which he couldn't.
The island had been many years ago and Barbossa still had his beautiful Pearl. Something that held him against despair.
The floor was stone, the walls were stone and the roof was stone. He was completely surrounded by unmarred, unbroken impenetrable stone. It was now late afternoon, he could tell by the sunlight that filtered through the tiny window above him.
At the moment he was sitting with his back against the wall with the window, staring at the tips of his boots, which were currently painted in golden sunlight.
It was here he decided that before he got hanged he would burn, destroy, or as a last resort, eat his shoes so that the hangman wouldn't get anything from Captain Jack Sparrow.
Yes sir, Jack always got his way.
The door flew open and the sounds of someone being dragged down steps ensured. Jack didn't move, he just listened to the noises and pretended to be asleep.
From under his slitted eyelids Jack saw two pairs of highly polished guardsmen boots walking with a pair of worn, old boots being dragged between them. The door to the cell on his right swung open almost silently, this noise was followed by the heavy thump of a body hitting the stone floor.
The hapless soul that had joined him made no sound as the two burly guards left. After the other criminal hadn't move for a whole three minutes Jack risked a glance. All he saw was dull grays and tan. He did a double take and recognized the shape of an incredibly small man. More like a boy, but no, not a boy. The shoulders were too broad for a boys' but the figure was too small for a full grown male. Which left the idea of a juvenile. But he was still too lean, which meant the only other prisoner in the dungeon was a female. A juvenile female and well built, he noted, as he spotted her left arm, well-muscled and loose in unconsciousness.
Now this was interesting. He scooted closer, trying to see her face. His first warning that she was awake was when her fingers tightened into a fist. Then she was sitting upright and staring straight at him. He resisted the urge to jump slightly.
Instead he smiled, showing all his multi-colored teeth. The youth just continued to frown thoughtfully as she scanned the cells. Then her eyes alighted on him and he realized in shock that her eyes were different coloured. One was cloudy gray, the other clear piercing green. Her brown hair was short.
When she saw his face she finally smiled back, that made him feel a little less nervous. He was wondering if she could speak English when she spotted the bone in his hair.
Her eyes lit up and she scooted forwards. Then in a very obvious way she pointed to herself, then to him and the bone in his hair and back to herself. Then motioned that she wanted it and stretched out her hand. Jack looked up at his bone, then back to her. She was smiling in delight and hope so he detached it and handed it over.
She clasped the bone, smiled at him warmly and practically threw herself at the door of her prison. Then she reached down her top and pulled out a long piece of metal. Using both these she set to work picking her lock. Jack merely watched. He didn't really think it would work, but she may as well try.
A noise interrupted her escape attempt and she jumped away from the lock, both tools behind her back as she sat down, rearranging herself to look like she had not moved since she was thrown in her confinement.
The Spanish guard had a tray of food.
Only one, and it had meat, gravy, a small cake and glorious rum. The man stopped outside of Jacks cell, which made his heart race as the food was brought closer to him. Then to his utter joy the tray was slid into his cell and left for him to eat.
He fell upon it, scoffing down the food and trying hard to savor the rum.
It didn't work very well.
When he looked up from his empty tray he found the girl patiently picking the lock. She was working feverishly, with renewed need.
"It'll never work love", he said just as the lock clicked and the door swung open. He looked up in surprise and she looked at him in shock.
"You speak English?" she said incredulously.
"So do you?" he asked, somewhat relieved now that he could talk his way out of things.
"Thanks for the bone" she said passing the bone to him through the bars and looking around warily as she ascended the stairs.
"Hey" he hissed. She looked at him in question. "Let me outta here would ya?"
She hesitated. "Pirate right?"
"Aye" he acknowledged.
"Do you have a ship?" he shook his head sourly.
She frowned. "There is only one way you can make it out of here without being caught and the harbor is not it." She told him cautiously.
"How do I get out then?" he asked intently trying to get her to free him.
"That'd be inland. Not that hot this time of year, but they'll be after you. Since you're to be hanged tomorrow."
"What? Tomorrow?" he asked grinning, but a little upset that he wasn't informed.
"Surely you know a last meal when you see one" she semi-answered him and set to work on his lock. When she had opened the door she passed the bone back to him again.
Then they both silently climbed the stairs and took out the two guards at the door. But escape wasn't going to be that easy.
They both sidled down the halls, looking around each corner before moving. As hard as Jack tried he could not match the stealth the girl walked with. She was as silent as cloud, which made Jack sound like an old seadog that had just found out there was no rum.
He was just studying his feet when her hand shot out in front of him and brought him to a quick halt. There was a fast and hurried conversation in progress down the hall. Jack had no idea what was being said, since it was all in Spanish but the girl seemed to be listening.
The conversation finished and both guards ran in opposite directions.
She turned to him. "They've realized we're missing. We're gonna have to get outta here fast if we still want to avoid the noose."
"You speak Spanish?" he asked slightly confused. She had no hint of an accent.
She raised an eyebrow and darted across the hall, Jack followed. She seemed to know where she was going and he had been too drunk to see anything past his nose when he had been dragged through here.
Finally she got to the front door, where she ducked behind a low wall-like pot plant. It was wide open, except for the thirty or so guards that patrolled it. Jack cursed softly but the youth beside him just sat and stared intently.
"Ok, here's our chance to escape" she said motioning towards the hay cart in the outer garden. Jack looked at her quizzically, but she was already moving. Crawling along behind the flowerpot they were currently hiding behind. There was nowhere to go from here though. It was too big a space to get across without being seen and caught.
It seemed that she had already thought of this though, since she was now shimmying up the curtain that covered the wall on the right.
Jack wanted to swear out loud.
He could not climb that, she didn't seem to notice as she carefully walked around the outer ledge that encircled the room. She made her way to the window and without a second glance dropped right off the building. He was never sure how she had managed to survive that but the next thing he saw was a very small hay cart driver yelling at a mule that appeared to be running away. The mule raced into the main room that Jack was still hiding in, and managed to drop a bundle of hay cart driver clothes, which were 'accidentally' kicked his way.
As the guards went to assist, Jack was dressing in his gear and rising to take the mules reign, making it look like he had caught the animal. His escape-artist friend said nothing, just scolded the mule and went back to business.
The guards stopped half way and returned to their guard duty.
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Nothing much happened here. He was the only one in prison at the moment. Something he despised, seeing as it meant he was the only one stupid enough to get caught. That and the boredom it presented.
Jack didn't much like being alone, it reminded him too much of a lonely island. Except it was worse here because there was no rum and judging by the state of the water he had been given he doubted he was allowed any, even if he could speak Spanish. Which he couldn't.
The island had been many years ago and Barbossa still had his beautiful Pearl. Something that held him against despair.
The floor was stone, the walls were stone and the roof was stone. He was completely surrounded by unmarred, unbroken impenetrable stone. It was now late afternoon, he could tell by the sunlight that filtered through the tiny window above him.
At the moment he was sitting with his back against the wall with the window, staring at the tips of his boots, which were currently painted in golden sunlight.
It was here he decided that before he got hanged he would burn, destroy, or as a last resort, eat his shoes so that the hangman wouldn't get anything from Captain Jack Sparrow.
Yes sir, Jack always got his way.
The door flew open and the sounds of someone being dragged down steps ensured. Jack didn't move, he just listened to the noises and pretended to be asleep.
From under his slitted eyelids Jack saw two pairs of highly polished guardsmen boots walking with a pair of worn, old boots being dragged between them. The door to the cell on his right swung open almost silently, this noise was followed by the heavy thump of a body hitting the stone floor.
The hapless soul that had joined him made no sound as the two burly guards left. After the other criminal hadn't move for a whole three minutes Jack risked a glance. All he saw was dull grays and tan. He did a double take and recognized the shape of an incredibly small man. More like a boy, but no, not a boy. The shoulders were too broad for a boys' but the figure was too small for a full grown male. Which left the idea of a juvenile. But he was still too lean, which meant the only other prisoner in the dungeon was a female. A juvenile female and well built, he noted, as he spotted her left arm, well-muscled and loose in unconsciousness.
Now this was interesting. He scooted closer, trying to see her face. His first warning that she was awake was when her fingers tightened into a fist. Then she was sitting upright and staring straight at him. He resisted the urge to jump slightly.
Instead he smiled, showing all his multi-colored teeth. The youth just continued to frown thoughtfully as she scanned the cells. Then her eyes alighted on him and he realized in shock that her eyes were different coloured. One was cloudy gray, the other clear piercing green. Her brown hair was short.
When she saw his face she finally smiled back, that made him feel a little less nervous. He was wondering if she could speak English when she spotted the bone in his hair.
Her eyes lit up and she scooted forwards. Then in a very obvious way she pointed to herself, then to him and the bone in his hair and back to herself. Then motioned that she wanted it and stretched out her hand. Jack looked up at his bone, then back to her. She was smiling in delight and hope so he detached it and handed it over.
She clasped the bone, smiled at him warmly and practically threw herself at the door of her prison. Then she reached down her top and pulled out a long piece of metal. Using both these she set to work picking her lock. Jack merely watched. He didn't really think it would work, but she may as well try.
A noise interrupted her escape attempt and she jumped away from the lock, both tools behind her back as she sat down, rearranging herself to look like she had not moved since she was thrown in her confinement.
The Spanish guard had a tray of food.
Only one, and it had meat, gravy, a small cake and glorious rum. The man stopped outside of Jacks cell, which made his heart race as the food was brought closer to him. Then to his utter joy the tray was slid into his cell and left for him to eat.
He fell upon it, scoffing down the food and trying hard to savor the rum.
It didn't work very well.
When he looked up from his empty tray he found the girl patiently picking the lock. She was working feverishly, with renewed need.
"It'll never work love", he said just as the lock clicked and the door swung open. He looked up in surprise and she looked at him in shock.
"You speak English?" she said incredulously.
"So do you?" he asked, somewhat relieved now that he could talk his way out of things.
"Thanks for the bone" she said passing the bone to him through the bars and looking around warily as she ascended the stairs.
"Hey" he hissed. She looked at him in question. "Let me outta here would ya?"
She hesitated. "Pirate right?"
"Aye" he acknowledged.
"Do you have a ship?" he shook his head sourly.
She frowned. "There is only one way you can make it out of here without being caught and the harbor is not it." She told him cautiously.
"How do I get out then?" he asked intently trying to get her to free him.
"That'd be inland. Not that hot this time of year, but they'll be after you. Since you're to be hanged tomorrow."
"What? Tomorrow?" he asked grinning, but a little upset that he wasn't informed.
"Surely you know a last meal when you see one" she semi-answered him and set to work on his lock. When she had opened the door she passed the bone back to him again.
Then they both silently climbed the stairs and took out the two guards at the door. But escape wasn't going to be that easy.
They both sidled down the halls, looking around each corner before moving. As hard as Jack tried he could not match the stealth the girl walked with. She was as silent as cloud, which made Jack sound like an old seadog that had just found out there was no rum.
He was just studying his feet when her hand shot out in front of him and brought him to a quick halt. There was a fast and hurried conversation in progress down the hall. Jack had no idea what was being said, since it was all in Spanish but the girl seemed to be listening.
The conversation finished and both guards ran in opposite directions.
She turned to him. "They've realized we're missing. We're gonna have to get outta here fast if we still want to avoid the noose."
"You speak Spanish?" he asked slightly confused. She had no hint of an accent.
She raised an eyebrow and darted across the hall, Jack followed. She seemed to know where she was going and he had been too drunk to see anything past his nose when he had been dragged through here.
Finally she got to the front door, where she ducked behind a low wall-like pot plant. It was wide open, except for the thirty or so guards that patrolled it. Jack cursed softly but the youth beside him just sat and stared intently.
"Ok, here's our chance to escape" she said motioning towards the hay cart in the outer garden. Jack looked at her quizzically, but she was already moving. Crawling along behind the flowerpot they were currently hiding behind. There was nowhere to go from here though. It was too big a space to get across without being seen and caught.
It seemed that she had already thought of this though, since she was now shimmying up the curtain that covered the wall on the right.
Jack wanted to swear out loud.
He could not climb that, she didn't seem to notice as she carefully walked around the outer ledge that encircled the room. She made her way to the window and without a second glance dropped right off the building. He was never sure how she had managed to survive that but the next thing he saw was a very small hay cart driver yelling at a mule that appeared to be running away. The mule raced into the main room that Jack was still hiding in, and managed to drop a bundle of hay cart driver clothes, which were 'accidentally' kicked his way.
As the guards went to assist, Jack was dressing in his gear and rising to take the mules reign, making it look like he had caught the animal. His escape-artist friend said nothing, just scolded the mule and went back to business.
The guards stopped half way and returned to their guard duty.
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