Hellloo everybody!
This is a very surprising chapter...there's a twist! Please review and tell me how you like it!! :-D
Millie guided Will back to the Black Pearl that was still docked outside the cove. The entire time they did not speak, but instead listened to the calm stillness of the night. Millie was in awe of her sword; beautifully crafted, glistening in the moonlight, and balanced to utmost perfection. As she fiddled with the sword in her small hands, twirling it through the air, never allowing it to drop, its silver, sharp blade reflected the littlest amount of starlight. Will was indeed impressed with how she handled the sword, and complimented her on her swordsmanship. Millie beamed at Will, and blushed, which she did not often do.
When they arrived at the cove they spotted the rowboat placed in the soft, cold sand. They calmly walked to the boat, pushed it into the dark water, and jumped in quickly. Millie rowed them out to the Pearl, which was docked a ways off in the deeper water, its black sails flapping from the night breeze.
"Ahoy! Tis been too long, mate!" exclaimed Gibbs as Will arrived on the deck, "Me thought yeh' all had run off! Ye 'ave been gone an awfully long time, Jack," he chuckled, and then realized that Jack was not with Millie and Will.
"But where be Sparra'?" asked Anamaria as she looked from Will to Millie.
"Jack be fightin' with a wretched man!" Millie said and began shouting in frustration. The crew watched her oddly as she stomped her feet about the deck, yelling curses into the air at the man who put her in jail.
"And who be the wretched man?" Gibbs whispered to Will underneath Millie's shouts.
"Commodore Norrington," Will said angrily.
"Blimey! Throwin' in yer' lots with him again isn't wise, boy," said Gibbs.
"It wasn't me that attacked him!" Will exclaimed and motioned to Millie. All Gibbs could do was laugh and wish that he had been there to see her punch the commodore.
About an hour later, Millie sat with her back against the helm, clutching her sword to her chest as she started to doze off into a peaceful sleep. Millie was halfway between the entrance into a dream and reality when she heard someone climbing up the side of the ship. She quietly stood up, and looked to the deck where she saw most of the crew falling asleep. She shrugged and walked over to the edge of the ship, her sword gripped tightly in her hand. Millie leaned her head over the side of the ship, and jumped at the sight of Jack's face right at hers.
Jack pulled himself over the side of the ship with his strong arms and stood tall on the deck. His entire body was dripping with water since he had swum all the way out from the beach, and took off his boots for a minute and emptied the water out of them.
"The things I do for yeh'," said Jack under his breath quite seriously.
Millie looked to him, afraid that he was actually mad at her, but he looked up to her and flashed her his golden smile. She laughed, and Jack brought her in close to him, smelling the saltiness of her hair, taking the role as her protector once again. When Jack released her from his arms, she came out soaked as well, especially when Jack began to shake his wet hair like a tornado, the droplets of water pouring down onto Millie like a rain shower.
Gibbs had opened his eyes when he heard something going on by the helm, and saw such a wonderful sight. He saw Jack Sparrow looking as though he had found purpose in his life, other than finding as much swag as he could in the ocean. Gibbs cracked a smile and yelled over to Jack.
"Cap'n! We migh' need ta' depart from Port Royal, sir! Ol' Norrie will be sure to come after us!" Gibbs shouted.
Jack tore his eyes away from the bright-eyed girl beside him, and suddenly transformed once more into the captain. "Weigh anchor!" he yelled, his voice loud and deep as it was whenever he was trying to sound feared an almighty, "Hoist sails!"
The crew, as they were not fully asleep, jumped up from the deck and followed Jack's orders. They hustled about on the deck, trying to have the ship ready before the Navy men were on their tails.
As the Black Pearl began to sail out of the cove, Jack began thinking of the whereabouts of the Red Flame. Jack wanted more than ever to find Leonard Davies and stab his heart for all of the pain he had caused Millie, and to avenge Captain Bates' death. Somehow Jack knew that he was going to come across the Flame and its brutal captain. He just knew…
Over the next few days Jack took to his quarters, only leaving when he had to get stocked up on rum. He commanded Anamaria, the first mate, to steer the ship, as he examined the various maps sprawled out over the table, trying to map out the possible locations of the Red Flame.
The next week on the Black Pearl would have been frightfully boring for Millie if Will had not been there to accompany her since Jack had locked himself up in his cabin doing God-knows-what. She had somewhat gotten over her crush for the attractive blacksmith, but the twinkle in her eye did not disappear whenever she looked at him.
To pass the long hours away, Will began to teach Millie a few, if not all, of his sword tricks. Of course Millie had picked up a sword since she had lived on Tortuga for her entire life, despite the year onboard the Flame, but her skills were limited. She was not a spectacular swordsman, or swordswoman for that matter, but after a week of dueling, Millie had gotten to a point where she could have been a threat to most pirates.
Will and Millie had not talked much about anything, except on the topics of swords and Jack's interesting movements with his hands. It was not until they were dueling one sunset and Will had Millie cornered against the ledge of the ship and he saw the long scar on her arm.
"Ah! So you have been in a swordfight before!" he exclaimed, "I knew that you did not know just how to throw your fists at commodores!" and laughed.
"It's not from a swordfight," Millie said, not realizing that she had just slipped a truth about her past. Will released the sword from hers and backed away.
"Then what's it from?" he asked.
"I've lived in Tortuga my entire life, Turner," she laughed. Oh, but she was lying about the fact that she had gotten the scar from Tortuga. She had gotten it aboard the Flame, but she was not going to tell Will that!
"Aye," said Will with a smile and sat down on the deck of the ship, Millie taking a seat beside him. "You liked living in Tortuga, did you?" he asked casually.
"For the most part," she sighed.
Jack peaked his head out from the door as he often did to make sure Will had not sliced Millie's head off in one of their duels. Their backs were to him, but he could still hear their quiet voices above the ocean's small waves.
"Your mother and father both pirates?" asked Will.
"My mother was a…I'm not one of course!" she said reassuringly, then sighed, "But me mum…she was a…prostitute."
Will did not really know how to respond to that, so he just nodded. Seeing the awkwardness that she had caused, she quickly added, "But me dad was a pirate!"
"Oh! Was he?" Will asked brightly.
"At least…I think he was," she said, "I never knew him."
Jack watched this sadly, and wanted so badly to rush out there and jump around so that she would smile again.
"I never knew my father either. But Jack says he was a pirate, and a fearsome one at that!" Will laughed, as did Millie. Jack even cracked a smile, remembering old Bootstrap Bill and the friendship that they had previously before Barbossa sent him to the depths of the sea.
"Do you ever wonder what he was like?" she asked, gazing up at the pink and orange sky thoughtfully.
"All the time," said Will.
"The only bloody thing I had to remember my father was…this…ring. It was pure gold, with a silver border, and an interesting design that went around the band. Me mum said that he gave it ta' her after their night of lust. Rubbish, if ye ask me!" she laughed, "But I…lost it…" she said sadly and turned away from Will.
Jack stood there stunned and closed the door fully, and went to sit back in the old, wooden chair. He sat down in the chair and fiddled his hands through his black dreadlocks and began pounding his fists on the table. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to remember back to that day…fifteen years ago…
He had just escaped from the brig of the Red Flame and was running furiously through the forest beside Tortuga. The young and handsome Captain Leonard Davies led his crew down the docks into the bustling pirate town of Tortuga, remembering proudly how he had careened six men beneath his ship that day, leaving only one cocky bastard, Jack Sparrow, to be dead the next day.
Jack had managed to unlock the bars of the door to his cell with a long bone sticking from his hair. He had then come up onto the deck of the ship and jumped into the water, and swum to shore. Thinking it was best to hide in the deep forest for a few days until he was sure that the crew of the Flame had left the isle, Jack tried to find shelter beneath the trees. He could still hear the shouts from the pirates inside the pubs when he came across a small hut, and when he looked inside the one window; saw a beautiful woman asleep on the floor.
Hoping that the woman (who was actually passed out and not sleeping because she was famished) would find out of the kindness of her heart to let the pirate stay with her to protect his life, he quietly knocked on the door and let himself in. The woman opened her eyes a little bit, and when seeing a pirate in her doorway, screamed and stood up from the floor. Jack looked around worriedly and used his hands to try to get her to quiet down. She stopped screaming after a bit, and just stared at the man, dripping with seawater, his tanned face showing a kind expression.
"What do you want?" she whispered.
"Just a place to stay," he whispered back, mocking the woman, and smiled at her.
She was incredibly beautiful, with long, brown locks, and round face. She had bright, green eyes, and was deathly skinny and tall. Despite the Caribbean sun, she was extremely pale, and Jack thought it to be because she had not eaten in days.
"There are vacant inns," she said boldly, and stood up straight, showing no fear.
"I'm bein' chased, savvy?" said Jack, and closed the door behind him.
"By who?"
"Cap'n Davies. Yeh' 'eard of him, luv?" he asked.
"No," she replied strongly.
"Well, that's a good thing," he said and laughed.
"You aren't like most a' the filth that are down in the pubs," she said cautiously.
"Aye, I am not," he replied.
That was when the woman, who was starving for food, had an idea. She had tended a bar for most of her adult life and vowed to herself never to end up like the wenches that spent their lies earning money from men, but the pub that she had worked at had burned down. She was left with only a little bit of money, so she thought that maybe she could resort to sleeping with the man for a few shillings. Besides, she had a liking for this man. He was different than the rest of the scurvy pirates that inhabited Tortuga. She was close to fading, she knew, and if she did not get food soon, she would surely die in a matter of days. Dire hunger leads to dire actions…
The woman began to approach Jack. She wrapped her arms around him and Jack darted his eyes around confusedly. But, being that of a pirate and a man, he gave into her seducing ways and indulged himself in several minutes of pleasure. Soon they were lying on the floor, breathing in sync, and unwinding from their act.
She rolled to the side and stood up, wrapped herself in a sheet, and held out her hand. Jack looked up to her, completely bewildered, and then realized that she was a prostitute. Panicking since he had no valuables, he stood up and began climbing back into his clothes.
"Terribly sorry, miss," Jack said and started for the door.
"And where do ye think your goin'?" she asked, pulling out a gun from a nearby drawer. Jack spun around and saw the gun pointed at his head.
"I din't know…yeh'…were a…strumpet," he said, "And I've got nothin' to give ta' ye."
"Just a few shillings!" she shouted.
"Nothin'!" he said. She looked at him frantically, and then spotted the ring on his finger.
"Give me the ring!" she yelled. Jack looked down at his hand, and covered his finger. He loved that ring! It was gold, with a shiny silver band, and amazing Singaporean designs. He had stolen it from a man in Singapore…well that was another story.
"No!" he shouted back.
"Give me it!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Yes!" and she cocked the pistol. Jack immediately tore the ring off his finger and threw it at her face. She caught it in her other hand before it hit her in the eye, and smiled.
"It could've worked between us, luv," Jack said. The woman laughed and put the gun back in the drawer. She put the ring on her finger and examined how it looked when she moved around her hand.
Suddenly, a shot rang out in the distance, and pirates shouted in anger.
"Find the brute, and bring 'im to me!" yelled Davies at the front of the gang of pirates. Sensing that it would be a good time to run deeper into the forest, Jack smiled at the woman once more.
"Life doesn't always work out the way you plan," she said wisely. Jack dwelled on the thought for a moment, but the nearby pirates' shouts grew louder, and he quickly ran out of the door and into the deeper thick of the forest, never seeing the beautiful woman again.
"Life really doesn't work out the way you plan…" Jack said aloud. He got up slowly from his seat, grabbing his flask of rum on the way, and made his way back over to the door. When peaking his head out of the door, he saw that Millie and Will had stopped with the emotional conversation about their parents, and had gone back to fighting across the deck of the ship. Jack watched Millie intently, and how she had grown over the past few weeks since he had rescued her from Captain Wallace in Tortuga. He actually saw her as a young woman, and not as a girl. She seemed to have grown at least an inch, and Jack was a bit surprised.
Millie moved gracefully with the sword, clashing it against Will's. They moved across the deck of the ship, their feet crossing, their bodies spinning around, but instead of Will getting cornered against the ledge, Millie had the blacksmith at his death. Her sword was against his neck, and she smiled at him. She let down the sword, and gazed into Will's beautiful, hazel eyes. He looked back at her, but not as the child that he seemed to be playing a sword game with for a week, but as a woman. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breath, and smell the saltiness of the others' hair. They seemed to be inching closer and closer…
Seeing the tension between Millie and Will, Jack swung open the door of his cabin and began singing. Millie quickly backed away from Will, very embarrassed, and Will coughed, trying to cover up for what could have just happened.
"Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirate's life for me!" sang Jack loudly, swinging his flask to and fro.
Will and Millie looked at each other awkwardly then looked to Jack who was dancing around the deck of the ship, making a complete fool out of himself. As Jack belted the off-key notes, Will and Millie burst out in childish laughter, and Jack looked at the girl with a smile. Though he was singing and dancing as if he was extremely drunk, he was sober enough to understand that Millie could actually be his daughter.
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