Chapter Four: Dreams
A/N: I think I'm going to cease trying to explain my love for fanfiction to my almost-boyfriend.....
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"Hello, boy. Aren't ye a might young for this fight?"
Jack Sparrow turned, a grin on his face. Was this all the East India Company could come up with to attempt to take down the Black Pearl? Surely They knew better than that.
"Aren't ye a might old?" Jack responded, bringing his blade down on the invader's.
"Where's your captain, lad. I have some words for him."
"Yer look at 'im," the pirate said with a grin as he knocked the sword from the other man's hand and it slid across the deck. "An' yer name, sir?"
"I'll tell you if you survive."
Jack cocked his head. What on earth...? His eyes widened as he saw the pistol and he tried to dive out of the way but the first shot sent him stumbling into the railing. Everything spun around. He couldn't think, couldn't see strait, hell, he couldn't BREATHE! The second shot was even more unexpected as the first. The young captain felt himself tumble overboard and splash into the water. Then there was nothing.
"Hey, Sparrow? Ye with me?"
Jack's eyes fluttered open slowly. His head hurt. He groaned and pushed himself up, finding that his arms did not want to hold his weight and he fell back to the cold, wet floor. "Where are we?"
"'board a ship."
"Wha' ship?"
"Prat's ship."
"Who's Prat?"
Ana Maria glared. "Wha' does it matter to ye?" she growled. "Jus' shut up. I think I can 'andle yer dreamin' better than yer annoyin' chatter while awake."
"Me dreamin'? Wha'd I say?"
"Couldn' make it out. Sounded like ye were in pain, but I thought maybe yer 'ead 'urt."
Jack shuddered. "I wish tha' were it," he mumbled. He'd had nightmares since the day that William had picked him up from the East India Company's custody. He just hoped one of his sickening fevers didn't decide to rear its ugly head. He jerked away when he felt cold fingers probing his head. "Stop tha'."
"I'm just makin' sure ye didn' get 'urt," Ana muttered. She tugged at the bandana until it came off, releasing the pirate captain's ebony locks free. The young lady ran her hand gently through what she could of his hair, pulling tangles free if she could. "Don' think 'e 'it ye too 'ard."
"I coulda told ye tha'." He felt his head jerk around as she slapped him across his face. "I didn' deserve tha'!"
"You did," she growled.
The two sat in silence for a few moments, each seething in their own private anger. Finally Ana Maria sighed heavily. "What were you dreaming about?"
"Nothin'."
"Your face was warm when I was checking for a bump," Ana pointed out. "Are you ill?"
"No."
"You've got to be ill or you wouldn' 'ave a fever." She reached a hand up to check the warmth of his face again and he pulled away.
"Stop."
"Fine. Daft, stubborn fool," she growled as she crossed her arms in a huff. "Go die off in a corner then and leave me be."
"I'd prefer to leave the 'dying off in a corner' part out of tha', if ye don' mind, luv."
The door to their leaky cell was flung open before Ana Maria could respond and a man stood in the door. "Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please."
"I've heard a lot about you, Captain. Mostly about your fairly recent daring escape from the East India Company."
"So news travels fast.'
"It does indeed." The man stepped where Jack could see him. He was of medium height, short hair, cold eyes, and thick build. "So will you be kind enough to tell the story?"
"'m not kind enough, no."
"Too bad. Gents, please remove Captain Sparrow here. Bring him back when you're done."
"Pratt, he's not apart of this!" Ana Maria yelled. "Please..."
"What?" Byron Pratt taunted. "Something you want out of him?"
"He's not in all this! Can't you just leave innocent people alone?"
"He's a pirate, Miss Ana Maria. He's nothing but innocent."
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A/N: Sorry it's short again, people! I'm tired and running off to bed and have had a very up and down day. ::pouts:: the friends that were suppose to come over tonight BOTH canceled on me, so I'm here, alone. Typical. So off to bed with me to dream up new plot lines.
JackFan2: Yes, another short chappy, sorry! Lol! Poor you with the person running off with a cliffhanger. I've got a vacation scheduled for later this summer, but I'll let ye know before I leave! Don' worry! I'll be nice ::grins::
A/N: I think I'm going to cease trying to explain my love for fanfiction to my almost-boyfriend.....
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"Hello, boy. Aren't ye a might young for this fight?"
Jack Sparrow turned, a grin on his face. Was this all the East India Company could come up with to attempt to take down the Black Pearl? Surely They knew better than that.
"Aren't ye a might old?" Jack responded, bringing his blade down on the invader's.
"Where's your captain, lad. I have some words for him."
"Yer look at 'im," the pirate said with a grin as he knocked the sword from the other man's hand and it slid across the deck. "An' yer name, sir?"
"I'll tell you if you survive."
Jack cocked his head. What on earth...? His eyes widened as he saw the pistol and he tried to dive out of the way but the first shot sent him stumbling into the railing. Everything spun around. He couldn't think, couldn't see strait, hell, he couldn't BREATHE! The second shot was even more unexpected as the first. The young captain felt himself tumble overboard and splash into the water. Then there was nothing.
"Hey, Sparrow? Ye with me?"
Jack's eyes fluttered open slowly. His head hurt. He groaned and pushed himself up, finding that his arms did not want to hold his weight and he fell back to the cold, wet floor. "Where are we?"
"'board a ship."
"Wha' ship?"
"Prat's ship."
"Who's Prat?"
Ana Maria glared. "Wha' does it matter to ye?" she growled. "Jus' shut up. I think I can 'andle yer dreamin' better than yer annoyin' chatter while awake."
"Me dreamin'? Wha'd I say?"
"Couldn' make it out. Sounded like ye were in pain, but I thought maybe yer 'ead 'urt."
Jack shuddered. "I wish tha' were it," he mumbled. He'd had nightmares since the day that William had picked him up from the East India Company's custody. He just hoped one of his sickening fevers didn't decide to rear its ugly head. He jerked away when he felt cold fingers probing his head. "Stop tha'."
"I'm just makin' sure ye didn' get 'urt," Ana muttered. She tugged at the bandana until it came off, releasing the pirate captain's ebony locks free. The young lady ran her hand gently through what she could of his hair, pulling tangles free if she could. "Don' think 'e 'it ye too 'ard."
"I coulda told ye tha'." He felt his head jerk around as she slapped him across his face. "I didn' deserve tha'!"
"You did," she growled.
The two sat in silence for a few moments, each seething in their own private anger. Finally Ana Maria sighed heavily. "What were you dreaming about?"
"Nothin'."
"Your face was warm when I was checking for a bump," Ana pointed out. "Are you ill?"
"No."
"You've got to be ill or you wouldn' 'ave a fever." She reached a hand up to check the warmth of his face again and he pulled away.
"Stop."
"Fine. Daft, stubborn fool," she growled as she crossed her arms in a huff. "Go die off in a corner then and leave me be."
"I'd prefer to leave the 'dying off in a corner' part out of tha', if ye don' mind, luv."
The door to their leaky cell was flung open before Ana Maria could respond and a man stood in the door. "Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please."
"I've heard a lot about you, Captain. Mostly about your fairly recent daring escape from the East India Company."
"So news travels fast.'
"It does indeed." The man stepped where Jack could see him. He was of medium height, short hair, cold eyes, and thick build. "So will you be kind enough to tell the story?"
"'m not kind enough, no."
"Too bad. Gents, please remove Captain Sparrow here. Bring him back when you're done."
"Pratt, he's not apart of this!" Ana Maria yelled. "Please..."
"What?" Byron Pratt taunted. "Something you want out of him?"
"He's not in all this! Can't you just leave innocent people alone?"
"He's a pirate, Miss Ana Maria. He's nothing but innocent."
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A/N: Sorry it's short again, people! I'm tired and running off to bed and have had a very up and down day. ::pouts:: the friends that were suppose to come over tonight BOTH canceled on me, so I'm here, alone. Typical. So off to bed with me to dream up new plot lines.
JackFan2: Yes, another short chappy, sorry! Lol! Poor you with the person running off with a cliffhanger. I've got a vacation scheduled for later this summer, but I'll let ye know before I leave! Don' worry! I'll be nice ::grins::