What's in a Name?
A/N: Okay, I know its taken me a little while.well a bit more than a little while. to update but there is a perfectly logical albeit complicated reason for my delay. The major reason is that I am grounded for the next two weeks, I'll spare the details, they are very.complicated.so I won't really be able to update much. That is also the reason why this chapter is soo short.I haven't been allowed to use the computer much so I can't type up what I had written before. Also, we got a snowstorm and I have been slaving away making our driveway and my neighbor's driveway manageable. (Yeah, 5.5 inches my arse.why don't you look outside you evil news-people you, cause this isn't 5 and a half inches.more like 5 and a half inches since this morning when my dad did the driveway. And since when is snow that ways about a ton considered light and fluffy???? I don't see them shoveling this "light and fluffy snow"! GAH! I'm okay, I swear!) And then, to add icing to the cake, I burnt my hand last night at 3 in the morning and have a bugger of a blister on my finger so typing is a.little bit difficult.and painful. So, you've been warned and I will try to update whenever I have the chance but I can't afford to get into any more trouble.my parents will have my head. Review thanks at the end.
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I nodded and followed him back to where Tomas, Jean and Francois stood. Then, gesturing to Colin, we made our way over to the French vessel, La Femme.
What's in a Name?
Chapter 5: To Discuss and Concuss
~*~
Upon arriving on deck, they led us to a cabin just off the deck. Colin kept right at my side and for that, I was eternally grateful. I needed all the support I could get.
The cabin was small and a bit musty, like it hadn't been used for a long time. I clutched Colin's arm for additional support, I had a very bad feeling about this.
Once inside, Francois went to the desk and withdrew the piece of parchment that my father had left in my trunks and brought it over to me.
"Nous ne pouvons pas lire cette lettre. Lu pour nous," Tomas ordered. (We can not read this letter. Read for us.)
I took the letter from him and stared down at it. It was a jumble but nonetheless understandable. Upon closer inspection, I realized why it was impossible for the French men to read. It was a mixture of French and Spanish!
"Lire en anglais? En francais? En espangol?" I asked. (Read in English? In French? In Spanish?)
"En francais!" (In French!)
"J'ai besoin de lumière," I said. (I need light.)
And soon a candle was lit and I sat down at the desk to read. Papa had written it for English, it was obvious, the last words rhymed when translated back to English. So I read it first to myself in English to get a feel for what I was in fact telling the men before reading it in French.
In French, it read something like this: "À celui qui peut lire ceci, tu soit averti. Trouver le trésor de Pierre Delcot exige la plus grande compétence mais causera beaucoup désespéré. Ne cherchez pas le trésor à moins que le tu aient le plus grand besoin, parce que rien n'échoue plus rapidement qu'un chercheur invité par avarice. Trouvez Black-Eyed Pete ou un de sa ligne et lui vous aidera pour priser la trouvaille. Ne cherchez pas sans ceux qui comprennent, les dangers de la terre du trésor. Ne regardez pas derrière, à gauche ou bien ou bientôt le tu vas n'ont plus de jour mais nuit. Ceux de ma prise de bloodline la clef au trésor et à un mystère."
But I made a mental note of the English translation, so I could have something over Captain Sparrow. I needed all the power I could get in order to even have pseudo-freedom. And this was how it went: To whoever may read this, ye be warned. To find the treasure of Pierre Delcot requires greatest skill but will cause much forlorn. Do not seek out treasure unless ye have greatest need, For nothing fails faster than a seeker called on by greed. Find Black-Eyed Pete or one of his line And he'll aid you to treasure find. Don't seek without those who understand, The dangers of the treasure's land. Don't look behind, left or right Or soon ye'll have no more day but night. Those of my bloodline hold the key To treasure and a mystery.
"Que signifie-t-il?" Francois asked. ( What does it mean?)
"Je ne sais pas," I replied. (I don't know.)
"Dites-nous ce qui la lettre sanglante a indiqué la fille, maintenant," Tomas ordered. (Tell us what the bloody letter said girl, now.)
"Je vous ai dit que, je juste ne le comprends pas vraiment." I said. (I did tell you, I just don't really understand it.)
For this bit of almost impertinence, Tomas walked over and slapped me hard across the face. My head snapped to the side and I nearly fell off the desk.
Colin hurried over to me as I righted myself. I glared up at Tomas. "You okay, lass?" Colin asked.
I nodded and said, "I'll be fine." Pushing myself to my feet I stood and faced Tomas. "Je ne sais pas quoi encore vous voulez" I hissed. (I don't know what else you want.)
"Que signifie-t-il?" Tomas demanded. (What does it mean?)
"Je vous ai dit. Je ne sais pas! Papa jamais ne nous a en détail dit ce qui était là," I said in as close to a calm voice that I could manage. (I told you. I don't know! Papa never told us in detail what was there.)
Again a hand was brought to my face. I stumbled backwards and Colin grabbed me before I fell. I steadied myself as Tomas walked closer.
"Je sais que vous savez, râlez. Dites-moi!" Tomas roared. (I know you know, bitch. Tell me!)
The door to the cabin closed.Francois and Jean had left. During that brief instant that I wasn't focusing strictly on Tomas, he had gotten even closer to me. Next thing I knew, he was shaking me.
"Dites-moi!" he roared. (Tell me!)
Tomas backhanded me and pushed me roughly to the ground. I hit my head hard on the floor and my vision went black for a minute. Once it had cleared, I tried to push myself up, but couldn't. So instead, I grabbed onto Colin's leg. He knelt down beside me and scooped me into his arms, being careful of my head.
"I think that's enough questions for now. I'll just be taking her back then," Colin said as he walked out of the cabin.
The bright sunlight made my head, already spinning, throb painfully. Tears made their way down my face as I tried not to focus on the pain. I was so dizzy.so sleepy. Colin looked down at me in time to see my eyes drifting closed.
"No, no. None of that now, miss," he said quietly. "Stay awake."
I nodded and focused on his shoulder.
Once we were back on the Pearl, Colin started towards Jack's cabin. Before we were even halfway there, Jack came striding up to meet us.
"What happened?" he demanded loudly.
I winced.
"Oh, sorry, what happened?" he asked in a slightly quieter voice as he opened the door to his cabin.
Colin crossed into the cabin and set me in one of the chairs before explaining.
I listened detached as he spoke. Every time that I would start to drift off, Colin would get my attention and keep me awake. When he had finished talking, I looked up and asked, "Can I sleep now?" I yawned. I was so tired.
"No, love," Jack said quietly from his seat near me.
I turned my gaze to him and looked into his dark eyes. They didn't seem so frightening now. I thought I saw a hint of apprehension staring back at me. "Why not?" I asked. "I'm so tired."
Jack looked kindly back at me. "I know, love, but I can't have you not waking up again, can I?"
I nodded and listened as he asked Colin to bring some bread and tea.
Leaning my head against the top of the chair, I started to drift to sleep.
Jack moved from his chair and knelt in front of me and shook me gently. "Stay awake, darling."
"Jack, I don't wanna. Just let me sleep a bit. Just till Colin gets back," I whined.
"I'm sorry, love, but you can't. How about we have a chat, savvy. Keep you awake."
I yawned and asked, "What 'bout?"
"Well.uh.what about that school you went to?" he asked, obviously fishing for ideas.
Yawning again and wincing from the constant pain in my head, I started talking. "Well, my school was.all girls.really strict.really ugly uniforms, I hated that part. The headmistress was really strict.I don't think she liked me. I broke.too many rules." I broke off. Colin was back in the room with tea in hand. I took what he gave me without question and raised the cup to m lips. It was oddly bitter.but it cleared my vision slightly.
"I put something in it for the pain," he said before turning to go.
"Colin?" I said.
"Aye, miss?"
"Thank you."
Colin nodded and left the cabin silently.
As I watched him leave, Jack got up and moved behind my chair.
"Which side of your head did you land on?" he asked.
I brought my hand up to my left side and gingerly touched it. "Around there."
Jack lightly laid his hands on my head and ran them along my skull. When his fingers landed on where I had fallen, I gasped in pain. My head pounded and throbbed angrily as I tried to pull away.
"Stay still," Jack commanded quietly and waited till I had obeyed before continuing. "You're going to have to take it easy for a while," he instructed. "I don't know how long but for a while. I've seen what head injuries can do to a person. They think they're okay and then they collapse and don't wake up again."
I nodded slightly and wiped the side of my mouth with the back of my hand. I looked down and saw blood on it.
At this point, Jack was pacing around the cabin cursing not only Tomas but also himself for being too trusting. Quickly I finished the remnants of the bitter tea and ate the bread. All the while, I watched Jack with wary eyes. I was a bit afraid that he was mad at me. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
Jack stopped pacing and looked at me. "What are you sorry for, love?" he asked.
"I couldn't tell them everything that Tomas wanted to hear. I didn't know it.And then he started beating me around."
Jack walked over to me and said quietly, "It ain't your fault, love. You couldn't have stopped him. He's bigger and."
But whatever else Tomas Potier was, I didn't know. I blacked out.
~*~
A/N: Yeah, Tomas Potier is evil.I don't like him and I'm writing this! That's saying something! Anywho.sorry this is soooo short, but something is better than nothing, right? Right? I think so.I wanna be free!!!! I've been grounded for 4 days.only ten more to go.Yay! I want freedom! Send emails wishing for my freedom to www.freeCrazyCanoeingGIT- Please
Author thanks:
Ipsy- Jack is starting to get nicer, like I promised.he's too cute to be mean for too long.anywho, I knew what ya meant.hope you liked this chapter.thanks for reviewing!
Zubachickqt4u- I like nice Jack too.writing mean Jack was emotionally damaging.hard stuff, man. Anywho, thanks for your review!
Pirate Rhi- Thank you! I hope you like this chapter.thanks for the review!
Dimonah Tralon- Yay! I really appreciate positive reviews like yours.I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
So, hope that ya'll liked this chapter, please review! Or else I'll go insane and torture Mr. Wa---.er someone.did I just say that.too much cold medicine for me!
A/N: Okay, I know its taken me a little while.well a bit more than a little while. to update but there is a perfectly logical albeit complicated reason for my delay. The major reason is that I am grounded for the next two weeks, I'll spare the details, they are very.complicated.so I won't really be able to update much. That is also the reason why this chapter is soo short.I haven't been allowed to use the computer much so I can't type up what I had written before. Also, we got a snowstorm and I have been slaving away making our driveway and my neighbor's driveway manageable. (Yeah, 5.5 inches my arse.why don't you look outside you evil news-people you, cause this isn't 5 and a half inches.more like 5 and a half inches since this morning when my dad did the driveway. And since when is snow that ways about a ton considered light and fluffy???? I don't see them shoveling this "light and fluffy snow"! GAH! I'm okay, I swear!) And then, to add icing to the cake, I burnt my hand last night at 3 in the morning and have a bugger of a blister on my finger so typing is a.little bit difficult.and painful. So, you've been warned and I will try to update whenever I have the chance but I can't afford to get into any more trouble.my parents will have my head. Review thanks at the end.
Last time:
I nodded and followed him back to where Tomas, Jean and Francois stood. Then, gesturing to Colin, we made our way over to the French vessel, La Femme.
What's in a Name?
Chapter 5: To Discuss and Concuss
~*~
Upon arriving on deck, they led us to a cabin just off the deck. Colin kept right at my side and for that, I was eternally grateful. I needed all the support I could get.
The cabin was small and a bit musty, like it hadn't been used for a long time. I clutched Colin's arm for additional support, I had a very bad feeling about this.
Once inside, Francois went to the desk and withdrew the piece of parchment that my father had left in my trunks and brought it over to me.
"Nous ne pouvons pas lire cette lettre. Lu pour nous," Tomas ordered. (We can not read this letter. Read for us.)
I took the letter from him and stared down at it. It was a jumble but nonetheless understandable. Upon closer inspection, I realized why it was impossible for the French men to read. It was a mixture of French and Spanish!
"Lire en anglais? En francais? En espangol?" I asked. (Read in English? In French? In Spanish?)
"En francais!" (In French!)
"J'ai besoin de lumière," I said. (I need light.)
And soon a candle was lit and I sat down at the desk to read. Papa had written it for English, it was obvious, the last words rhymed when translated back to English. So I read it first to myself in English to get a feel for what I was in fact telling the men before reading it in French.
In French, it read something like this: "À celui qui peut lire ceci, tu soit averti. Trouver le trésor de Pierre Delcot exige la plus grande compétence mais causera beaucoup désespéré. Ne cherchez pas le trésor à moins que le tu aient le plus grand besoin, parce que rien n'échoue plus rapidement qu'un chercheur invité par avarice. Trouvez Black-Eyed Pete ou un de sa ligne et lui vous aidera pour priser la trouvaille. Ne cherchez pas sans ceux qui comprennent, les dangers de la terre du trésor. Ne regardez pas derrière, à gauche ou bien ou bientôt le tu vas n'ont plus de jour mais nuit. Ceux de ma prise de bloodline la clef au trésor et à un mystère."
But I made a mental note of the English translation, so I could have something over Captain Sparrow. I needed all the power I could get in order to even have pseudo-freedom. And this was how it went: To whoever may read this, ye be warned. To find the treasure of Pierre Delcot requires greatest skill but will cause much forlorn. Do not seek out treasure unless ye have greatest need, For nothing fails faster than a seeker called on by greed. Find Black-Eyed Pete or one of his line And he'll aid you to treasure find. Don't seek without those who understand, The dangers of the treasure's land. Don't look behind, left or right Or soon ye'll have no more day but night. Those of my bloodline hold the key To treasure and a mystery.
"Que signifie-t-il?" Francois asked. ( What does it mean?)
"Je ne sais pas," I replied. (I don't know.)
"Dites-nous ce qui la lettre sanglante a indiqué la fille, maintenant," Tomas ordered. (Tell us what the bloody letter said girl, now.)
"Je vous ai dit que, je juste ne le comprends pas vraiment." I said. (I did tell you, I just don't really understand it.)
For this bit of almost impertinence, Tomas walked over and slapped me hard across the face. My head snapped to the side and I nearly fell off the desk.
Colin hurried over to me as I righted myself. I glared up at Tomas. "You okay, lass?" Colin asked.
I nodded and said, "I'll be fine." Pushing myself to my feet I stood and faced Tomas. "Je ne sais pas quoi encore vous voulez" I hissed. (I don't know what else you want.)
"Que signifie-t-il?" Tomas demanded. (What does it mean?)
"Je vous ai dit. Je ne sais pas! Papa jamais ne nous a en détail dit ce qui était là," I said in as close to a calm voice that I could manage. (I told you. I don't know! Papa never told us in detail what was there.)
Again a hand was brought to my face. I stumbled backwards and Colin grabbed me before I fell. I steadied myself as Tomas walked closer.
"Je sais que vous savez, râlez. Dites-moi!" Tomas roared. (I know you know, bitch. Tell me!)
The door to the cabin closed.Francois and Jean had left. During that brief instant that I wasn't focusing strictly on Tomas, he had gotten even closer to me. Next thing I knew, he was shaking me.
"Dites-moi!" he roared. (Tell me!)
Tomas backhanded me and pushed me roughly to the ground. I hit my head hard on the floor and my vision went black for a minute. Once it had cleared, I tried to push myself up, but couldn't. So instead, I grabbed onto Colin's leg. He knelt down beside me and scooped me into his arms, being careful of my head.
"I think that's enough questions for now. I'll just be taking her back then," Colin said as he walked out of the cabin.
The bright sunlight made my head, already spinning, throb painfully. Tears made their way down my face as I tried not to focus on the pain. I was so dizzy.so sleepy. Colin looked down at me in time to see my eyes drifting closed.
"No, no. None of that now, miss," he said quietly. "Stay awake."
I nodded and focused on his shoulder.
Once we were back on the Pearl, Colin started towards Jack's cabin. Before we were even halfway there, Jack came striding up to meet us.
"What happened?" he demanded loudly.
I winced.
"Oh, sorry, what happened?" he asked in a slightly quieter voice as he opened the door to his cabin.
Colin crossed into the cabin and set me in one of the chairs before explaining.
I listened detached as he spoke. Every time that I would start to drift off, Colin would get my attention and keep me awake. When he had finished talking, I looked up and asked, "Can I sleep now?" I yawned. I was so tired.
"No, love," Jack said quietly from his seat near me.
I turned my gaze to him and looked into his dark eyes. They didn't seem so frightening now. I thought I saw a hint of apprehension staring back at me. "Why not?" I asked. "I'm so tired."
Jack looked kindly back at me. "I know, love, but I can't have you not waking up again, can I?"
I nodded and listened as he asked Colin to bring some bread and tea.
Leaning my head against the top of the chair, I started to drift to sleep.
Jack moved from his chair and knelt in front of me and shook me gently. "Stay awake, darling."
"Jack, I don't wanna. Just let me sleep a bit. Just till Colin gets back," I whined.
"I'm sorry, love, but you can't. How about we have a chat, savvy. Keep you awake."
I yawned and asked, "What 'bout?"
"Well.uh.what about that school you went to?" he asked, obviously fishing for ideas.
Yawning again and wincing from the constant pain in my head, I started talking. "Well, my school was.all girls.really strict.really ugly uniforms, I hated that part. The headmistress was really strict.I don't think she liked me. I broke.too many rules." I broke off. Colin was back in the room with tea in hand. I took what he gave me without question and raised the cup to m lips. It was oddly bitter.but it cleared my vision slightly.
"I put something in it for the pain," he said before turning to go.
"Colin?" I said.
"Aye, miss?"
"Thank you."
Colin nodded and left the cabin silently.
As I watched him leave, Jack got up and moved behind my chair.
"Which side of your head did you land on?" he asked.
I brought my hand up to my left side and gingerly touched it. "Around there."
Jack lightly laid his hands on my head and ran them along my skull. When his fingers landed on where I had fallen, I gasped in pain. My head pounded and throbbed angrily as I tried to pull away.
"Stay still," Jack commanded quietly and waited till I had obeyed before continuing. "You're going to have to take it easy for a while," he instructed. "I don't know how long but for a while. I've seen what head injuries can do to a person. They think they're okay and then they collapse and don't wake up again."
I nodded slightly and wiped the side of my mouth with the back of my hand. I looked down and saw blood on it.
At this point, Jack was pacing around the cabin cursing not only Tomas but also himself for being too trusting. Quickly I finished the remnants of the bitter tea and ate the bread. All the while, I watched Jack with wary eyes. I was a bit afraid that he was mad at me. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
Jack stopped pacing and looked at me. "What are you sorry for, love?" he asked.
"I couldn't tell them everything that Tomas wanted to hear. I didn't know it.And then he started beating me around."
Jack walked over to me and said quietly, "It ain't your fault, love. You couldn't have stopped him. He's bigger and."
But whatever else Tomas Potier was, I didn't know. I blacked out.
~*~
A/N: Yeah, Tomas Potier is evil.I don't like him and I'm writing this! That's saying something! Anywho.sorry this is soooo short, but something is better than nothing, right? Right? I think so.I wanna be free!!!! I've been grounded for 4 days.only ten more to go.Yay! I want freedom! Send emails wishing for my freedom to www.freeCrazyCanoeingGIT- Please
Author thanks:
Ipsy- Jack is starting to get nicer, like I promised.he's too cute to be mean for too long.anywho, I knew what ya meant.hope you liked this chapter.thanks for reviewing!
Zubachickqt4u- I like nice Jack too.writing mean Jack was emotionally damaging.hard stuff, man. Anywho, thanks for your review!
Pirate Rhi- Thank you! I hope you like this chapter.thanks for the review!
Dimonah Tralon- Yay! I really appreciate positive reviews like yours.I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
So, hope that ya'll liked this chapter, please review! Or else I'll go insane and torture Mr. Wa---.er someone.did I just say that.too much cold medicine for me!