Chapter Five: Pirate
Jack didn't resist as the men dragged him along the corridor. The stopped in front of a room and shoved him in. The young pirate stumbled into the room and heard the door slam shut behind him. Well that wasn't going to help his aching head, but he didn't expect they cared too much about that. He looked around the room slowly.
"So you're Jack Sparrow?" a voice asked.
Jack turned his eyes to see a young lady – dressed in London's fashions - standing in the furthest corner of the room. Her bright blue eyes caught Jack's dark ones instantly. "I am. An' who are ye?"
"Emily Pratt," she answered. "Douglass' sister."
"I suppose this little establishment-" Jack motioned to the area around him- "is what keeps ye in the manner you've become accustom to, eh?"
"Establishment?" Emily asked, innocents feigned in her voice.
"Ye know wha' 'm talkin' 'bout, luv," Jack answered with a cold smile. "I know 'xactly wha' all this is."
"Do tell, Captain Sparrow, but after you tell me of your adventures, hmm?" She moved toward him and reached a thin, pale hand toward him. Her fingers ran through his loosened hair and played with the beads that hung there. "Like where did you pick these up, Captain?"
"'ere, there, an' everywhere, but tha's not wha' we're talkin' 'bout."
"It is now."
Jack stiffened her fingers moved from his hair to his face. She reminded him of a lady one might find on the streets of Tortuga. Not a good sign. That struck a thought. No matter what business her brother had here, if he were well bred he wouldn't bring this lady to a place like Tortuga.
The pirate captain was quickly drawn out of his thoughts as her fingers rested against the scars on his chest that he'd received just before falling overboard in the fight with the East India Company. He shuddered slightly.
"Memories, Captain? I heard you were shot right before they took you," she whispered, leaning closer.
"Why do you care?"
Emily pulled away, putting on her best pouty face. "When they told me that Ana Maria had been brought back, I was ecstatic, but when they told me that they'd brought Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl, I could barely breathe. You're so young, too, so that makes the stories all that much better."
Jack watched her. So that was it. She'd heard embellished stories of his life. There were quite a few out all ready since he'd escaped the East India Company and sacked Nassau Port a couple months before that. Stories had been flying around in Tortuga, he knew, but how had this girl heard them? Surely she didn't mingle with the commoners. He'd grown up around stuffy British aristocrats – in which she was the perfect picture of in her beautiful gown – and he knew full well they would be disgusted by Tortuga. "Stories are embellished," the captain stated.
"And some are underrated," the young lady retorted. "Jack – you don't mind if I call you that do you? – tell me a story of one of your adventures. I want to hear something."
Jack shifted his weight. "If you tell me what Ana Maria is doing here," he answered.
"Ana? Oh, her mother gave her to us. Isn't she a feisty one? Oh, do you like her, Captain?"
"She's all right, I just know what people like Pratt do to girls like her."
"Tell me a story," Emily pleaded. "One I haven't heard, please?"
The pirate captain grinned and he started to walk slowly around her. He could tell she was anticipating something, but she certainly didn't know what. "I've got one," Jack announced as he came up behind her and leaned near her ear. "'ow about the one where Captain Jack Sparrow escapes from the slave traders and saves the young girl named Ana Maria?" he said lowly as he produced a knife at her throat. "Now don' scream, m'lady, or you'll find yerself in quite a predicament. Ye keep quiet an' I won' kill ye."
Emily turned frightened eyes toward him. "You'd kill me?"
He grinned. "Pirate."
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A/N: I think I'm just going to do several short chapters.... Sure, that was the plan all along... umm... hmm... Or maybe that's just how it's coming out, but I'll pretend I'm in control of it anyway. Makes me feel better.
Savvy-Rum-drinker: Jack's always got a sore head, poor guy. He takes such a beating when I write stories. ::hugs Jack:: all because he's me fav....
LaVieSansAmour: Welcome back, btw (yeah, it's a bit late, sorry!) I wrote quite a bit while ye were gone, mate, so no worries in not seeing it! :) Ah yes, my twists and turns. I was talking to my good friend Anna Maxwell the other day (her stories are good too, but she doesn't write PotC, I don' think) and said "oh I've got an idea, but with a twist." And she goes "of course....." lol. Yeah.... I love writing Jack/Ana stuff. It's just so much fun!
Jackfan2: Ah... Poor Jack... people are always after him and he never knows why. Well at least the goons weren't going to hurt him this time! That's a first for me, right? I figured I could only put Jack through so much in a certain time span..... Too bad.... Sorry the chapters are so short, it's just kinda happening. I'm writing along and I'm like "oh! Cliffhanger! Time to stop!" and then I realize I've only written three to five pages as opposed to my normal eight to ten that I always try to write for a chapter. ::sigh:: so sorry, mate!
Thanks to everyone for continuing to read! Makes me want to write more! I've all ready got an idea how I'm going to incorperate this into what's happening in my story line that started with "Love's Curses and Love's Blessings" and so on! Yay! Time to write more ::goes off to do just that::
Jack didn't resist as the men dragged him along the corridor. The stopped in front of a room and shoved him in. The young pirate stumbled into the room and heard the door slam shut behind him. Well that wasn't going to help his aching head, but he didn't expect they cared too much about that. He looked around the room slowly.
"So you're Jack Sparrow?" a voice asked.
Jack turned his eyes to see a young lady – dressed in London's fashions - standing in the furthest corner of the room. Her bright blue eyes caught Jack's dark ones instantly. "I am. An' who are ye?"
"Emily Pratt," she answered. "Douglass' sister."
"I suppose this little establishment-" Jack motioned to the area around him- "is what keeps ye in the manner you've become accustom to, eh?"
"Establishment?" Emily asked, innocents feigned in her voice.
"Ye know wha' 'm talkin' 'bout, luv," Jack answered with a cold smile. "I know 'xactly wha' all this is."
"Do tell, Captain Sparrow, but after you tell me of your adventures, hmm?" She moved toward him and reached a thin, pale hand toward him. Her fingers ran through his loosened hair and played with the beads that hung there. "Like where did you pick these up, Captain?"
"'ere, there, an' everywhere, but tha's not wha' we're talkin' 'bout."
"It is now."
Jack stiffened her fingers moved from his hair to his face. She reminded him of a lady one might find on the streets of Tortuga. Not a good sign. That struck a thought. No matter what business her brother had here, if he were well bred he wouldn't bring this lady to a place like Tortuga.
The pirate captain was quickly drawn out of his thoughts as her fingers rested against the scars on his chest that he'd received just before falling overboard in the fight with the East India Company. He shuddered slightly.
"Memories, Captain? I heard you were shot right before they took you," she whispered, leaning closer.
"Why do you care?"
Emily pulled away, putting on her best pouty face. "When they told me that Ana Maria had been brought back, I was ecstatic, but when they told me that they'd brought Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl, I could barely breathe. You're so young, too, so that makes the stories all that much better."
Jack watched her. So that was it. She'd heard embellished stories of his life. There were quite a few out all ready since he'd escaped the East India Company and sacked Nassau Port a couple months before that. Stories had been flying around in Tortuga, he knew, but how had this girl heard them? Surely she didn't mingle with the commoners. He'd grown up around stuffy British aristocrats – in which she was the perfect picture of in her beautiful gown – and he knew full well they would be disgusted by Tortuga. "Stories are embellished," the captain stated.
"And some are underrated," the young lady retorted. "Jack – you don't mind if I call you that do you? – tell me a story of one of your adventures. I want to hear something."
Jack shifted his weight. "If you tell me what Ana Maria is doing here," he answered.
"Ana? Oh, her mother gave her to us. Isn't she a feisty one? Oh, do you like her, Captain?"
"She's all right, I just know what people like Pratt do to girls like her."
"Tell me a story," Emily pleaded. "One I haven't heard, please?"
The pirate captain grinned and he started to walk slowly around her. He could tell she was anticipating something, but she certainly didn't know what. "I've got one," Jack announced as he came up behind her and leaned near her ear. "'ow about the one where Captain Jack Sparrow escapes from the slave traders and saves the young girl named Ana Maria?" he said lowly as he produced a knife at her throat. "Now don' scream, m'lady, or you'll find yerself in quite a predicament. Ye keep quiet an' I won' kill ye."
Emily turned frightened eyes toward him. "You'd kill me?"
He grinned. "Pirate."
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A/N: I think I'm just going to do several short chapters.... Sure, that was the plan all along... umm... hmm... Or maybe that's just how it's coming out, but I'll pretend I'm in control of it anyway. Makes me feel better.
Savvy-Rum-drinker: Jack's always got a sore head, poor guy. He takes such a beating when I write stories. ::hugs Jack:: all because he's me fav....
LaVieSansAmour: Welcome back, btw (yeah, it's a bit late, sorry!) I wrote quite a bit while ye were gone, mate, so no worries in not seeing it! :) Ah yes, my twists and turns. I was talking to my good friend Anna Maxwell the other day (her stories are good too, but she doesn't write PotC, I don' think) and said "oh I've got an idea, but with a twist." And she goes "of course....." lol. Yeah.... I love writing Jack/Ana stuff. It's just so much fun!
Jackfan2: Ah... Poor Jack... people are always after him and he never knows why. Well at least the goons weren't going to hurt him this time! That's a first for me, right? I figured I could only put Jack through so much in a certain time span..... Too bad.... Sorry the chapters are so short, it's just kinda happening. I'm writing along and I'm like "oh! Cliffhanger! Time to stop!" and then I realize I've only written three to five pages as opposed to my normal eight to ten that I always try to write for a chapter. ::sigh:: so sorry, mate!
Thanks to everyone for continuing to read! Makes me want to write more! I've all ready got an idea how I'm going to incorperate this into what's happening in my story line that started with "Love's Curses and Love's Blessings" and so on! Yay! Time to write more ::goes off to do just that::