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admit! Thanks everyone! This is updated a bit sooner than I had
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Disclaimer: I only own Christina, Black-Eyed Pete, Colin and the French men. Do you seriously think that I'd be writing if I had Jack Sparrow...no excuse me...CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow hidden in my room? I didn't think so...
What's in a Name?
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jinxd n cursed - Hey, thanks for the review. Always appreciated! Good luck with the famine! Its a great thing to do, I am so glad that I did it! I hope that you have fun! And you'd be surprised how fast the money comes in! Its amazing!
TriGemini - Thanks for the review! I know I'm evil...just wait til later...mwhahahaha...You'll see what happens, just wait! I hope you like this chapter!
movielvr - Thanks for the compliments! I'm glad that you like my story. Hope you like this chapter!
Anaknusan - Thankies for the review. Sorry bout the grammar...I can't stand the subject. I was really good at it in eighth grade and then I had an english teacher freshman year who had us watch 23 movies throughout the year and all the grammar flew out of my brain! Anyways. I get a prize! Yay for me! I feel soooo loved!
darkangel 16 - Hey! Thanks for the review. Actually, I noticed that Madagascar was on the eastern edge of Africa after I several chapters posted and I hoped that no one would call my bluff. (You get the little *imaginary* CrazyCanoeingGIT prize of the day for that) So, instead, I have a perfectly good reason as to why Jack took that route to Madagascar, rather than another one...it will be explained near the end, I swear. No worries, though, constructive criticism keeps me on my toes! I actually appreciate it! I usually am able to fix things easier when people tear my writing apart (i.e. atrocious english essays) than I do when I always get lovey-dovey stuff...not that you tore my story apart...it is just an example...wow, I'm rambling. Anywho, enjoy the chapter. Let me know what you think!
Jess58 - Sorry bout the cliffie but it had to be done...otherwise I'd either have an extremely long chapter or a boring short one. So I decided to be evil. Jack is sweet, huh? They're all so fun to write, you have no idea! She's not exactly snuggling up to someone...she thought it was Jack...she just was proved to be wrong...just wait and see! Enjoy this chapter!
matrixie - Hey, a new person! Yippee! Sorry bout killing ye, mate...i just had to have a cliffie...adds effect! Hope you like this chapter!
Last time:
I laid there silently for a while before I felt the bed move slightly as someone climbed in. Thinking it was Jack, I scooted back and snuggled into the person. I looked down as an unfamiliar arm wrapped around my waist.
What's in a Name?
Chapter 11: A Slight Change of Plans
I whipped my head around and saw Tomas Potier behind me. I attempted to scamble away but he grabbed onto my hair and forcd me ito a sitting position. I saw that Jack had a gun to his head not too far away and was being held by Francois. Jean was at the door keeping watch out for the innkeeper. Francois leered down at me menacingly and I realized why in an instant. I was only wearing my chemise...which as Jack would have said, 'left little to the imagination.'
"Qu'est-ce que tu a fait?" I hissed. (What have you done?)
Tomas laughed and grabbed my neck in a tight grip. I hissed slightly at the pain. "Don't bother, girl. We all speak English. Although it has been entertaining to watch, you needn't attempt French anymore," Tomas said before forcing me off the bed.
Then he pushed me to my knees, keeping an iron grip on my neck. I looked helplesly at Jack, who met my eyes briefly before staring angrily at Tomas.
"What are you playing at, Potier?" Jack growled.
Tomas laughed coldly and pushed me to the floor. A boot dug into my back and I gasped as it ground its way down. "It's quite simple, Sparrow. We weren't getting what we wanted so now we're taking it."
"You're not taking her," Jack said defiantly.
"Oh, no, Captain Sparrow. You see we have bigger plans than that. We're taking your ship, your crew, you and your girl here. Why take an egg when you can have the nest?"
As Tomas was ranting, the weight on my back lessened slightly. Being the foolish girl that I could be sometimes, I tried to move away. However, once he felt me moving, the boot came crashing back down and the heel ground into my ribs.
Hot tears of pain escaped my eyes. "Let me up, you bastard!" I hissed.
"Now," Tomas said. "I am only going to tell you once how this is going to happen. We are going to your ship, Sparrow, and you are going to instruct your crew to follow our orders. In the meantime, you and the girl are going to be locked away. And if anyone, anyone, tries to make trouble, she's the one that we'll be expressing our displeasure on...in a most pleasurable way for us. Is that understood, Sparrow?"
I twisted my neck so I could see Jack. I met his eyes and shook my head 'no', trying to convey to him not to bargain.
"Aye, I understand," Jack said. "But ye best not follow through on that threat, mate, or its the last thing ye will ever do."
"How sweet," Tomas scoffed. "He cares for the little wench."
The other two laughed raucously.
Tomas pulled me into a sitting position at his knees. He wove his fingers into my hair to keep me still and said, "You aren't in a position to make threats. You see this?" before backhanding me.
As my head snapped to the floor, Tomas pulled me back up painfullly by my hair. My head slammed into his knee and he resumed the tight grip on me. I looked up to see Jack's eyes locked on mine.
He nodded and Tomas pulled me to my feet. Roughly, my hands were tied behind my back. Jack was similarly tied, a pistol pressed firmly to his back.
Silently we made our way out of the room. As we passed the innkeeper and his wife, I shot the woman a silent plea for help. She turned and left the room at top speed, only after glaring menacingly at her husband. And then I understood what had happened. Tomas had bribed or threatened the innkeeper into revealing where we were and that was how they got in without making a noise...they had gotten a key.
We made our way through the busy streets and to where the Black Pearl was docked. The crew had already been overthrown by the crew of La Femme and were locked in the brig. Whispers of conversations could be heard as we were led down. Tomas dug his fingers into my upper arms and I could just imagine the bruises that I would have later. I tried to get out of that painful grasp only to be punished for my misbehaviour.
Tomas slapped me once more across the face. Without the benefit of my arms for balance, I went sprawling into the brig. Colin, being close to me and the quick thinker that he was, put his arms out and caught me before I collided with the metal bars of the brig and cushioned my fall.
As Tomas prepared for another baroge, Jean stepped in between his brother and me. "Non, Tomas. Elle n'a pas implique. Elle est innocent." (No, Tomas. She is not involved. She is innocent.)
Tomas reached around his brother to grab me. Then he pushed me roughly into Jean, who caught me and pulled me upstairs. He took me to one of the cabins, I think it was either Mr. Gibbs or Colin's, I wasn't sure. Jean gently pushed me in and locked the door behind him.
~*~
It was a while before anything happened. I stared unseeing at the wall until I heard footsteps approaching. When I heard the door unlock, I scrambled into the far corner as best I could with my hands still tied. I watched apprehensively as the door opened and Jack was shoved in. For some reason, his hands were untied.
Subconsciously, I relaxed upon seeing him and smiled up faintly.
Striding across the room, he came over to kneel in front of me. "Alright there, love?" he asked, gingerly fingering the bruise that was appearing on my face.
I sat up straighter and shifted slightly, so Jack could untie my hands. "Well, to be perfectly honest, I've been better. What about you?"
"Fine," he said. "But I didn't get smacked around by that ape like someone did, so I don't have reason not to be."
"What's going to happen now?" I asked quietly.
"You let me worry ' bout that, love. Why don't you sleep," Jack said soothingly, running gentle fingers through my hair.
I leaned down and rested my head in his lap. I laid awake for a while but finally, I was able to close my eyes and allow myself to fall asleep...I woke sometime later. Jack was shaking me slightly and I heard the door being unlocked. Before it opened, I sat bolt upright and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
The door opened and Tomas Potier strode in. Jack moved in front of me, to try and protect me, but I shook my head and whispered, "Let me handle this."
Roughly, he pulled me to my feet and pushed me against one of the walls, away from Jack.
"Where iz it?" he asked in a dangerously quiet voice.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Le map!" Tomas roared.
"I don't know what the hell you're on about," I retorted.
"Ralez! I know you have it! Where iz it?"'
I looked up at the angry Frenchman towering a good six or seven inches above me and said, as calmly as possible, "Whatever it is you're looking for, I don't have it. I've told you all the information that I know. Clearly, your English isn't as good as you thought."
Tomas bellowed in anger and shock me by my shoulders roughly.
Jack had since stood and grabbed Tomas, saying, "Now tha's not very nice."
Francois quickly pulled Jack away, shoved him against a back wall and placed a pistol to Jack's temple.
Swallowing the knot of tension in my throat, I asked, "Is it entirely possible that you already have the map and it is in the possession of someone entirely different than myself?"
"Who?" Tomas roared. "Tell me or he dies!"
"I imagine that you already have him. His name is Black-Eyed Pete. Although I doubt that you'll be able to manhandle him into telling where it is, but I could be wrong," I said quickly.
The pistol was removed from Jack's temple but Francois brought it crashing down on the back of his neck. Jack stumbled and fell to the floor, unconsious. Francois left the room quickly to get Black-Eyed Pete.
I tried to get to Jack, but Tomas pushed me against the wall. He pressed his body into mine so that I was pinned from head to foot. He leaned in cloe to my ear and whispered menacingly, "You're alone now, girl. No one can hear you scream." Then he leaned closer still and took my mouth roughly. One hand forced my mouth open as the other made its way down my front. The more I struggled, the more he fought back. When he finally pulled away, I stared up at him, shooting invisible daggers at him with my eyes.
"I hate you," I hissed vehemently. Never before had I felt such a strong desire to physically hurt someone.
Tomas reached down and moved the hair out of my face in an untrustworthingly caring gesture. He was too close and I knew that I wasn't strong enough to get away from him. So, I brought my knee up and kneed him hard in the personals. As he fought with the sudden pain, I was able to get a few inches away from him. My victory, however, was short lived. My scalp throbbed as Tomas caught my hair and pulled me back. Once he had 'reeled me in,' he punched me mercilessly near my eye and I cried out slightly as my head felt like it exploded. One kick in the ribs sent me to the floor, gasping for breath and I hoped that I could just pass out...this was too much. I managed to crawl away before the blessed blackness of unconsciousness washed over me.
~*~
I woke later when a cup of water was being pressed to my lips. I opened my eyes to see Jean near me. Fearing a repetition of earlier events, I withdrew slightly, only then noticing that I was on a bed. I looked around the room and noticed that it was the room that I had been sharing with Anamaria. Then I saw that Jack was nowhere to be seen. 'Where was he?' I wondered frantically. 'Did they kill him?'
"What happened?" I asked aloud.
"Madmoiselle, you must forgeeve my brother. 'E has anger problems and got carried away," Jean explained in a heavy accent as he helped me into a sitting position.
"Thank you for informing me of that, I wouldn't have guessed," I said sarcastically. I looked down and I could only imagine the bruises that were forming on my stomach. Tentatively, I felt my face. It throbbed angrily from the touch and but didn't feel very swollen. My lip was numb and split and, I imagined a nice purple colour. "Where's Captain Sparrow?" I asked, trying to create the idea that there was no connection between myself and Jack.
"E is in there with my brother et Black-Eyed Pete, I think you called him. When I arrived, you were unconcious so I brought you in here."
"Oh. Well, thank you, I guess. I appreciate your kindness."
Jean nodded slightly.
"But, I have to wonder why you brought me in here. I am thinking that you have some hidden agenda. And though I appreciate the kindness, it makes me fear that this is yet another part of your brother's plan...whatever it is," I said, carefully minding my wording.
"Madmoiselle, I believe that one should not raise a hand against a woman. I do not agree with my brozher and 'ave made it very clear to him," Jean said quietly.
I waited for a little before asking, casually, "You don't by chance know what your brother is planning on doing with me, do you?"
Jean looked down at me and shook his head. "Chreestina, I don't know...Tomas isn't exactly speaking to me. E said I dishonoured our family by 'elping you. Je regrette." (I'm sorry.)
At that moment, the door opened and Francois put his head in and said, "Bring her."
Jean grabbed my arm and gently pulled me out of the cabin. He led me back to the cabin that I had been in before. I saw, upon entry, that Jack and Black-Eyed Pete were in there along with Francois and...Tomas.
"Ahh, Madmoiselle Delcot, so good of you to join us. Just so you are up to speed on things, girl, allow me to tell you what we discussed. We will reach the sight tomorrow and you three will come with us along with your defender and the woman pirate. Just so that those two don't decide to attempt some rescue mission," Tomas cooed in a falsely polite voice.
"Oh, thank you so much for informing me of that," I said, with a sneer of my own plastered on my face.
The three went to leave but Tomas, prior to exiting, pushed me hard into Jack. Jack caught me before I fell and righted me. "Throwing yourself at me already, love? I'm all for it, but ye might want to ask him to turn about."
I smiled and said, "Oh, ha, ha, very funny. But if I were throwing myself at you, Jack, you'd know it. So, what's going on?" I asked before striding over to a sea-chest that rested behind the bed. I opened it and to my immense relief found that there were clothes in it. I pulled out a shirt and pants and straightened up. "Turn around please, both of you," I said.
Then I heard snores coming from the corner that Black-Eyed Pete was in. I walked over to him and said very loudly, "HELLO!" and he didn't move. Turning back to Jack, I motioned for him to turn around before I changed quickly. Then I went over and sat down by Jack against a wall.
Jack raised a ringed hand to the bruises on my face. He leaned in and kissed me lightly on each and every one of the bruises. I noticed that he had a bruise blossoming on his eye, as well. So, shyly, I leaned in and brushed my own butterfly kiss on it. Raising one of my small hands, I grabbed onto one of his and held them together, examining the size difference. His hands were so much bigger than mine...but they went well together. But then again, he was bigger than me...and we went well together. 'Wow,' I thought, 'Captivity really makes me get sentimental.' I laughed at that thought...it really did make me sentimental...either that or just blooming mad.
Jack looked down at me curiously. "You all right?" he asked, as though wondering if he was sitting next to a madwoman.
I dropped my hand and said, smiling, "Yes, I'm alright. I think I am at least. I was just thinking how captivity makes me sentimental...because I was thinking that even though your hands were so much bigger than mine, they went well together and that even though you are bigger than me and all, we go pretty well together. See what I mean, bloody sentimental."
Jack continued to stare at me as though trying to figure out if I was an imposter. "Are ye sure that yer the Christy I know?"
I reached up and slapped his face playfully away. "Its not nice to stare," I said in a falsely serious voice.
"Its not nice to slap either, love," Jack said scolding. "Now are ye sure that ye are Christy?"
I looked up at him and said seriously, "No, I'm an imposter and I've come to...to...to eat you in your sleep. Of course I'm Christy."
"I thought so," Jack said just as seriously. "Well, ye know what they do to imposters, don't ye?"
I shook my head 'no.'
"They make 'em sleep in the nude, with a pirate captain," Jack said half- hysterically.
I sat up straighter and made to take off my shirt. Jack's eyes widened hopefully. I moved my shirt up to reveal about two inches of my flat stomach and then put it back down again. Jack looked sorely disappointed. "Oh, come off it," I said. "You didn't really think I'd fall for that, did you?"
Jack stared at me and said, "It's not nice to be a tease, Christy."
"Well, I guess that makes me bad," I replied, stifling the bubbles of laughter in me.
"Well, we already knew that. We discovered that during your little drunken fiasco," Jack reminded me.
"Oh, yeah...that...I was pretty out of it, wasn't I?"
"You have no idea, love."
There was an odd bit of silence for a while and then I asked, "Did they say what they were going to do with us?"
Jack didn't answer.
"Jack, did they say what they were going to do with us?"
Still no answer came.
Frustrated, I sat on Jack's outstretched legs and grabbed his face with both my hands, forcing him to meet my eyes. "Did they say what they were going to do with us?"
Finally I had gotten through. Gently Jack lifted me off his legs and said standoffishly, "They didn't say much, savvy. There's not much to tell."
I glared at him. "You liar."
"Pirate."
Feeling extremely frustrated, I stood up and paced around the cabin. There was a small window set high into the wall over the bed. I climbed up onto the bed to see out.
"Christy."
I didn't turn around. Let him have a taste of his own medicine.
"Christy."
Still, I didn't turn.
"Christina," Jack said, sounding exasperated.
I turned slightly. "What do you want?" I asked.
"Come here," Jack said, gesturing beside him.
I did as I was told slowly and sat down. "What?"
"Look, lass, you don't want to hear what isn't set in stone, alright?"
I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"
Jack gestured with his hands in the air as he said, "Well, the things they said won't happen so you don't need to worry about them, savvy."
"No, not savvy. Just because I don't have anything left in the world apart from you and your crew doesn't mean that you have the right to decide what I can or can not know. I want the truth. Not some illusion. I've had enough of those in this lifetime. I want the honest facts, no embellishments, Jack, not colouring of details, is that savvy?"
"The truth? Love, the truth is that they are planning on killing me and my crew and him," Jack said exasperatedly, gesturing to Black-Eyed Pete. "The truth is that they are planning on keeping you for...for reasons that aren't exactly good. Is that what you wanted to know? That these men are planning on keeping you as a slave in all ways possible. Is that the truth that you had to know?"
'Well, you've done it this time,' I thought. "At least I know the truth and can do something about it. People fight better when their lives are on the line."
"But your life is not on the line. Its everyone else's."
I turned my bruised face and looked Jack straight in the eyes. "I've been dying little by little since my father and brother died. A large part of me died when I saw my mother killed. If I see anyone else die, then there won't be hardly anything left. And if they do what you are saying that they will do, I won't be me...I'll just be an empty shell, not a person. So, yes, I do have something to fight for," I said seriously.
Jack stared into my eyes for a while and finally said, "Well, you've got all the move reason to help us then."
I nodded and lay down on the floor to sleep. Glancing up, I saw Jack put his tri-corner hat over his eyes as he too tried to sleep.
~*~
A/N: Okay, rough chapter, I know. Not exactly the most fun to write...so much violence in it...but what can ya do? Ugh...I seriously despise Tomas Potier...grrr...and I'm the writer...usually I don't develop emotions concerning one of my characters...or at least not an immense loathing. Course, Francois is right in the same boat (metaphorically speaking). But Jean seems to have a human side, I think. Or at least that's how I intended to write him. Little side note - its rather difficult to write a French accent...but I'm trying.
So, what did you think? Let me know! I always appreciate review, criticism and just for the hell of it, bring on the flames if anyone feels the need.
Please don't murder me for making this chapter so...evil...depressing...abusive...etc... there is a light at the end of the tunnel...I swear.
~CrazyCanoeingGIT
Check out Pirates of the Caribbean: The Aftermath by The Quidditch Gals. Its a great story, rather unappreciated but, still a great story. Its under both my fav. stories and my fav. author's lists and its in desparate need of attention!
Disclaimer: I only own Christina, Black-Eyed Pete, Colin and the French men. Do you seriously think that I'd be writing if I had Jack Sparrow...no excuse me...CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow hidden in my room? I didn't think so...
What's in a Name?
Author Thanks:
jinxd n cursed - Hey, thanks for the review. Always appreciated! Good luck with the famine! Its a great thing to do, I am so glad that I did it! I hope that you have fun! And you'd be surprised how fast the money comes in! Its amazing!
TriGemini - Thanks for the review! I know I'm evil...just wait til later...mwhahahaha...You'll see what happens, just wait! I hope you like this chapter!
movielvr - Thanks for the compliments! I'm glad that you like my story. Hope you like this chapter!
Anaknusan - Thankies for the review. Sorry bout the grammar...I can't stand the subject. I was really good at it in eighth grade and then I had an english teacher freshman year who had us watch 23 movies throughout the year and all the grammar flew out of my brain! Anyways. I get a prize! Yay for me! I feel soooo loved!
darkangel 16 - Hey! Thanks for the review. Actually, I noticed that Madagascar was on the eastern edge of Africa after I several chapters posted and I hoped that no one would call my bluff. (You get the little *imaginary* CrazyCanoeingGIT prize of the day for that) So, instead, I have a perfectly good reason as to why Jack took that route to Madagascar, rather than another one...it will be explained near the end, I swear. No worries, though, constructive criticism keeps me on my toes! I actually appreciate it! I usually am able to fix things easier when people tear my writing apart (i.e. atrocious english essays) than I do when I always get lovey-dovey stuff...not that you tore my story apart...it is just an example...wow, I'm rambling. Anywho, enjoy the chapter. Let me know what you think!
Jess58 - Sorry bout the cliffie but it had to be done...otherwise I'd either have an extremely long chapter or a boring short one. So I decided to be evil. Jack is sweet, huh? They're all so fun to write, you have no idea! She's not exactly snuggling up to someone...she thought it was Jack...she just was proved to be wrong...just wait and see! Enjoy this chapter!
matrixie - Hey, a new person! Yippee! Sorry bout killing ye, mate...i just had to have a cliffie...adds effect! Hope you like this chapter!
Last time:
I laid there silently for a while before I felt the bed move slightly as someone climbed in. Thinking it was Jack, I scooted back and snuggled into the person. I looked down as an unfamiliar arm wrapped around my waist.
What's in a Name?
Chapter 11: A Slight Change of Plans
I whipped my head around and saw Tomas Potier behind me. I attempted to scamble away but he grabbed onto my hair and forcd me ito a sitting position. I saw that Jack had a gun to his head not too far away and was being held by Francois. Jean was at the door keeping watch out for the innkeeper. Francois leered down at me menacingly and I realized why in an instant. I was only wearing my chemise...which as Jack would have said, 'left little to the imagination.'
"Qu'est-ce que tu a fait?" I hissed. (What have you done?)
Tomas laughed and grabbed my neck in a tight grip. I hissed slightly at the pain. "Don't bother, girl. We all speak English. Although it has been entertaining to watch, you needn't attempt French anymore," Tomas said before forcing me off the bed.
Then he pushed me to my knees, keeping an iron grip on my neck. I looked helplesly at Jack, who met my eyes briefly before staring angrily at Tomas.
"What are you playing at, Potier?" Jack growled.
Tomas laughed coldly and pushed me to the floor. A boot dug into my back and I gasped as it ground its way down. "It's quite simple, Sparrow. We weren't getting what we wanted so now we're taking it."
"You're not taking her," Jack said defiantly.
"Oh, no, Captain Sparrow. You see we have bigger plans than that. We're taking your ship, your crew, you and your girl here. Why take an egg when you can have the nest?"
As Tomas was ranting, the weight on my back lessened slightly. Being the foolish girl that I could be sometimes, I tried to move away. However, once he felt me moving, the boot came crashing back down and the heel ground into my ribs.
Hot tears of pain escaped my eyes. "Let me up, you bastard!" I hissed.
"Now," Tomas said. "I am only going to tell you once how this is going to happen. We are going to your ship, Sparrow, and you are going to instruct your crew to follow our orders. In the meantime, you and the girl are going to be locked away. And if anyone, anyone, tries to make trouble, she's the one that we'll be expressing our displeasure on...in a most pleasurable way for us. Is that understood, Sparrow?"
I twisted my neck so I could see Jack. I met his eyes and shook my head 'no', trying to convey to him not to bargain.
"Aye, I understand," Jack said. "But ye best not follow through on that threat, mate, or its the last thing ye will ever do."
"How sweet," Tomas scoffed. "He cares for the little wench."
The other two laughed raucously.
Tomas pulled me into a sitting position at his knees. He wove his fingers into my hair to keep me still and said, "You aren't in a position to make threats. You see this?" before backhanding me.
As my head snapped to the floor, Tomas pulled me back up painfullly by my hair. My head slammed into his knee and he resumed the tight grip on me. I looked up to see Jack's eyes locked on mine.
He nodded and Tomas pulled me to my feet. Roughly, my hands were tied behind my back. Jack was similarly tied, a pistol pressed firmly to his back.
Silently we made our way out of the room. As we passed the innkeeper and his wife, I shot the woman a silent plea for help. She turned and left the room at top speed, only after glaring menacingly at her husband. And then I understood what had happened. Tomas had bribed or threatened the innkeeper into revealing where we were and that was how they got in without making a noise...they had gotten a key.
We made our way through the busy streets and to where the Black Pearl was docked. The crew had already been overthrown by the crew of La Femme and were locked in the brig. Whispers of conversations could be heard as we were led down. Tomas dug his fingers into my upper arms and I could just imagine the bruises that I would have later. I tried to get out of that painful grasp only to be punished for my misbehaviour.
Tomas slapped me once more across the face. Without the benefit of my arms for balance, I went sprawling into the brig. Colin, being close to me and the quick thinker that he was, put his arms out and caught me before I collided with the metal bars of the brig and cushioned my fall.
As Tomas prepared for another baroge, Jean stepped in between his brother and me. "Non, Tomas. Elle n'a pas implique. Elle est innocent." (No, Tomas. She is not involved. She is innocent.)
Tomas reached around his brother to grab me. Then he pushed me roughly into Jean, who caught me and pulled me upstairs. He took me to one of the cabins, I think it was either Mr. Gibbs or Colin's, I wasn't sure. Jean gently pushed me in and locked the door behind him.
~*~
It was a while before anything happened. I stared unseeing at the wall until I heard footsteps approaching. When I heard the door unlock, I scrambled into the far corner as best I could with my hands still tied. I watched apprehensively as the door opened and Jack was shoved in. For some reason, his hands were untied.
Subconsciously, I relaxed upon seeing him and smiled up faintly.
Striding across the room, he came over to kneel in front of me. "Alright there, love?" he asked, gingerly fingering the bruise that was appearing on my face.
I sat up straighter and shifted slightly, so Jack could untie my hands. "Well, to be perfectly honest, I've been better. What about you?"
"Fine," he said. "But I didn't get smacked around by that ape like someone did, so I don't have reason not to be."
"What's going to happen now?" I asked quietly.
"You let me worry ' bout that, love. Why don't you sleep," Jack said soothingly, running gentle fingers through my hair.
I leaned down and rested my head in his lap. I laid awake for a while but finally, I was able to close my eyes and allow myself to fall asleep...I woke sometime later. Jack was shaking me slightly and I heard the door being unlocked. Before it opened, I sat bolt upright and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
The door opened and Tomas Potier strode in. Jack moved in front of me, to try and protect me, but I shook my head and whispered, "Let me handle this."
Roughly, he pulled me to my feet and pushed me against one of the walls, away from Jack.
"Where iz it?" he asked in a dangerously quiet voice.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Le map!" Tomas roared.
"I don't know what the hell you're on about," I retorted.
"Ralez! I know you have it! Where iz it?"'
I looked up at the angry Frenchman towering a good six or seven inches above me and said, as calmly as possible, "Whatever it is you're looking for, I don't have it. I've told you all the information that I know. Clearly, your English isn't as good as you thought."
Tomas bellowed in anger and shock me by my shoulders roughly.
Jack had since stood and grabbed Tomas, saying, "Now tha's not very nice."
Francois quickly pulled Jack away, shoved him against a back wall and placed a pistol to Jack's temple.
Swallowing the knot of tension in my throat, I asked, "Is it entirely possible that you already have the map and it is in the possession of someone entirely different than myself?"
"Who?" Tomas roared. "Tell me or he dies!"
"I imagine that you already have him. His name is Black-Eyed Pete. Although I doubt that you'll be able to manhandle him into telling where it is, but I could be wrong," I said quickly.
The pistol was removed from Jack's temple but Francois brought it crashing down on the back of his neck. Jack stumbled and fell to the floor, unconsious. Francois left the room quickly to get Black-Eyed Pete.
I tried to get to Jack, but Tomas pushed me against the wall. He pressed his body into mine so that I was pinned from head to foot. He leaned in cloe to my ear and whispered menacingly, "You're alone now, girl. No one can hear you scream." Then he leaned closer still and took my mouth roughly. One hand forced my mouth open as the other made its way down my front. The more I struggled, the more he fought back. When he finally pulled away, I stared up at him, shooting invisible daggers at him with my eyes.
"I hate you," I hissed vehemently. Never before had I felt such a strong desire to physically hurt someone.
Tomas reached down and moved the hair out of my face in an untrustworthingly caring gesture. He was too close and I knew that I wasn't strong enough to get away from him. So, I brought my knee up and kneed him hard in the personals. As he fought with the sudden pain, I was able to get a few inches away from him. My victory, however, was short lived. My scalp throbbed as Tomas caught my hair and pulled me back. Once he had 'reeled me in,' he punched me mercilessly near my eye and I cried out slightly as my head felt like it exploded. One kick in the ribs sent me to the floor, gasping for breath and I hoped that I could just pass out...this was too much. I managed to crawl away before the blessed blackness of unconsciousness washed over me.
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I woke later when a cup of water was being pressed to my lips. I opened my eyes to see Jean near me. Fearing a repetition of earlier events, I withdrew slightly, only then noticing that I was on a bed. I looked around the room and noticed that it was the room that I had been sharing with Anamaria. Then I saw that Jack was nowhere to be seen. 'Where was he?' I wondered frantically. 'Did they kill him?'
"What happened?" I asked aloud.
"Madmoiselle, you must forgeeve my brother. 'E has anger problems and got carried away," Jean explained in a heavy accent as he helped me into a sitting position.
"Thank you for informing me of that, I wouldn't have guessed," I said sarcastically. I looked down and I could only imagine the bruises that were forming on my stomach. Tentatively, I felt my face. It throbbed angrily from the touch and but didn't feel very swollen. My lip was numb and split and, I imagined a nice purple colour. "Where's Captain Sparrow?" I asked, trying to create the idea that there was no connection between myself and Jack.
"E is in there with my brother et Black-Eyed Pete, I think you called him. When I arrived, you were unconcious so I brought you in here."
"Oh. Well, thank you, I guess. I appreciate your kindness."
Jean nodded slightly.
"But, I have to wonder why you brought me in here. I am thinking that you have some hidden agenda. And though I appreciate the kindness, it makes me fear that this is yet another part of your brother's plan...whatever it is," I said, carefully minding my wording.
"Madmoiselle, I believe that one should not raise a hand against a woman. I do not agree with my brozher and 'ave made it very clear to him," Jean said quietly.
I waited for a little before asking, casually, "You don't by chance know what your brother is planning on doing with me, do you?"
Jean looked down at me and shook his head. "Chreestina, I don't know...Tomas isn't exactly speaking to me. E said I dishonoured our family by 'elping you. Je regrette." (I'm sorry.)
At that moment, the door opened and Francois put his head in and said, "Bring her."
Jean grabbed my arm and gently pulled me out of the cabin. He led me back to the cabin that I had been in before. I saw, upon entry, that Jack and Black-Eyed Pete were in there along with Francois and...Tomas.
"Ahh, Madmoiselle Delcot, so good of you to join us. Just so you are up to speed on things, girl, allow me to tell you what we discussed. We will reach the sight tomorrow and you three will come with us along with your defender and the woman pirate. Just so that those two don't decide to attempt some rescue mission," Tomas cooed in a falsely polite voice.
"Oh, thank you so much for informing me of that," I said, with a sneer of my own plastered on my face.
The three went to leave but Tomas, prior to exiting, pushed me hard into Jack. Jack caught me before I fell and righted me. "Throwing yourself at me already, love? I'm all for it, but ye might want to ask him to turn about."
I smiled and said, "Oh, ha, ha, very funny. But if I were throwing myself at you, Jack, you'd know it. So, what's going on?" I asked before striding over to a sea-chest that rested behind the bed. I opened it and to my immense relief found that there were clothes in it. I pulled out a shirt and pants and straightened up. "Turn around please, both of you," I said.
Then I heard snores coming from the corner that Black-Eyed Pete was in. I walked over to him and said very loudly, "HELLO!" and he didn't move. Turning back to Jack, I motioned for him to turn around before I changed quickly. Then I went over and sat down by Jack against a wall.
Jack raised a ringed hand to the bruises on my face. He leaned in and kissed me lightly on each and every one of the bruises. I noticed that he had a bruise blossoming on his eye, as well. So, shyly, I leaned in and brushed my own butterfly kiss on it. Raising one of my small hands, I grabbed onto one of his and held them together, examining the size difference. His hands were so much bigger than mine...but they went well together. But then again, he was bigger than me...and we went well together. 'Wow,' I thought, 'Captivity really makes me get sentimental.' I laughed at that thought...it really did make me sentimental...either that or just blooming mad.
Jack looked down at me curiously. "You all right?" he asked, as though wondering if he was sitting next to a madwoman.
I dropped my hand and said, smiling, "Yes, I'm alright. I think I am at least. I was just thinking how captivity makes me sentimental...because I was thinking that even though your hands were so much bigger than mine, they went well together and that even though you are bigger than me and all, we go pretty well together. See what I mean, bloody sentimental."
Jack continued to stare at me as though trying to figure out if I was an imposter. "Are ye sure that yer the Christy I know?"
I reached up and slapped his face playfully away. "Its not nice to stare," I said in a falsely serious voice.
"Its not nice to slap either, love," Jack said scolding. "Now are ye sure that ye are Christy?"
I looked up at him and said seriously, "No, I'm an imposter and I've come to...to...to eat you in your sleep. Of course I'm Christy."
"I thought so," Jack said just as seriously. "Well, ye know what they do to imposters, don't ye?"
I shook my head 'no.'
"They make 'em sleep in the nude, with a pirate captain," Jack said half- hysterically.
I sat up straighter and made to take off my shirt. Jack's eyes widened hopefully. I moved my shirt up to reveal about two inches of my flat stomach and then put it back down again. Jack looked sorely disappointed. "Oh, come off it," I said. "You didn't really think I'd fall for that, did you?"
Jack stared at me and said, "It's not nice to be a tease, Christy."
"Well, I guess that makes me bad," I replied, stifling the bubbles of laughter in me.
"Well, we already knew that. We discovered that during your little drunken fiasco," Jack reminded me.
"Oh, yeah...that...I was pretty out of it, wasn't I?"
"You have no idea, love."
There was an odd bit of silence for a while and then I asked, "Did they say what they were going to do with us?"
Jack didn't answer.
"Jack, did they say what they were going to do with us?"
Still no answer came.
Frustrated, I sat on Jack's outstretched legs and grabbed his face with both my hands, forcing him to meet my eyes. "Did they say what they were going to do with us?"
Finally I had gotten through. Gently Jack lifted me off his legs and said standoffishly, "They didn't say much, savvy. There's not much to tell."
I glared at him. "You liar."
"Pirate."
Feeling extremely frustrated, I stood up and paced around the cabin. There was a small window set high into the wall over the bed. I climbed up onto the bed to see out.
"Christy."
I didn't turn around. Let him have a taste of his own medicine.
"Christy."
Still, I didn't turn.
"Christina," Jack said, sounding exasperated.
I turned slightly. "What do you want?" I asked.
"Come here," Jack said, gesturing beside him.
I did as I was told slowly and sat down. "What?"
"Look, lass, you don't want to hear what isn't set in stone, alright?"
I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"
Jack gestured with his hands in the air as he said, "Well, the things they said won't happen so you don't need to worry about them, savvy."
"No, not savvy. Just because I don't have anything left in the world apart from you and your crew doesn't mean that you have the right to decide what I can or can not know. I want the truth. Not some illusion. I've had enough of those in this lifetime. I want the honest facts, no embellishments, Jack, not colouring of details, is that savvy?"
"The truth? Love, the truth is that they are planning on killing me and my crew and him," Jack said exasperatedly, gesturing to Black-Eyed Pete. "The truth is that they are planning on keeping you for...for reasons that aren't exactly good. Is that what you wanted to know? That these men are planning on keeping you as a slave in all ways possible. Is that the truth that you had to know?"
'Well, you've done it this time,' I thought. "At least I know the truth and can do something about it. People fight better when their lives are on the line."
"But your life is not on the line. Its everyone else's."
I turned my bruised face and looked Jack straight in the eyes. "I've been dying little by little since my father and brother died. A large part of me died when I saw my mother killed. If I see anyone else die, then there won't be hardly anything left. And if they do what you are saying that they will do, I won't be me...I'll just be an empty shell, not a person. So, yes, I do have something to fight for," I said seriously.
Jack stared into my eyes for a while and finally said, "Well, you've got all the move reason to help us then."
I nodded and lay down on the floor to sleep. Glancing up, I saw Jack put his tri-corner hat over his eyes as he too tried to sleep.
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A/N: Okay, rough chapter, I know. Not exactly the most fun to write...so much violence in it...but what can ya do? Ugh...I seriously despise Tomas Potier...grrr...and I'm the writer...usually I don't develop emotions concerning one of my characters...or at least not an immense loathing. Course, Francois is right in the same boat (metaphorically speaking). But Jean seems to have a human side, I think. Or at least that's how I intended to write him. Little side note - its rather difficult to write a French accent...but I'm trying.
So, what did you think? Let me know! I always appreciate review, criticism and just for the hell of it, bring on the flames if anyone feels the need.
Please don't murder me for making this chapter so...evil...depressing...abusive...etc... there is a light at the end of the tunnel...I swear.
~CrazyCanoeingGIT
Check out Pirates of the Caribbean: The Aftermath by The Quidditch Gals. Its a great story, rather unappreciated but, still a great story. Its under both my fav. stories and my fav. author's lists and its in desparate need of attention!