A/N Okay, so this isn't really much of a chapter, it's so short!! But I
really like my last few lines, and I think it's a wonderful place to leave
the chapter. But next time I update (which will be soon) the chappie will
definitely be longer!! So let me apologise once again, and please read and
review!! Many Thanks. Your favourite author (I'm so modest!!) JessieRose.
Chapter Twenty Three.
"On second thoughts, I would love to see old Tuleus again."
"Good." She stepped back, allowing Jack to clamber into the gold carriage. She stepped in gracefully, the driver providing his hand to lift her in.
Once in the carriage she turned to face him, the posh lady act dropped instantly.
"I know exactly who you are." She said, almost sneering.
"And that would be?" Jack said, running his fingers through her silky blond hair.
"You're the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. The man who came foolishly to our shores, seventeen years previously. And brutally murdered my grandfather." She said, with an evil smile. "You have made a huge mistake, two huge mistakes in fact. The first, being insolent, and arrogant enough to return to Rhydon. The second, to get in the carriage with me."
He grinned, not at all perturbed by her sharp warnings and sinister smile.
"And what of your mistakes?"
"I am not aware of any."
"Inviting a blood thirsty, heavily armed, pirate with a complete disregard for convention into your carriage."
"Why? What could you possibly do to me?" She demanded, her voice losing it's sneering edge.
He pulled out his gun. "Stop the carriage."
She shook her head softly. "I am the daughter of the Garter, the most desired woman in the whole of Rhydon, touch me and you dig your own grave."
"You think I'm joking?" He demanded, grabbing her by the neck of her dress, and placing the cold gun against her warm temple. She shuddered, but still shook her head.
"You would not dare kill me."
"Try me." He challenged.
"You would not dare. Shall I tell you why? You arrived on our shores, uninvited over seventeen years ago, you killed my kin and scampered. Scampered, Mister Sparrow. You do not have the guts. . ."
"Care to find out?"
"Stop the carriage." She shouted. The carriage fell to a stop, on a deserted cobbled street, far from anywhere. Jack stumbled out.
"Thanks for the lift." He said, with a grin. He leant back into the carriage and kissed the woman hard on her lips, before pulling away.
She drew back, appalled. "I hope we meet again, some day soon, Jack Sparrow."
"Two mistakes there love, I'm leaving as soon as my ship is ready, which won't be long. And secondly, it's Captain."
Chapter Twenty Three.
"On second thoughts, I would love to see old Tuleus again."
"Good." She stepped back, allowing Jack to clamber into the gold carriage. She stepped in gracefully, the driver providing his hand to lift her in.
Once in the carriage she turned to face him, the posh lady act dropped instantly.
"I know exactly who you are." She said, almost sneering.
"And that would be?" Jack said, running his fingers through her silky blond hair.
"You're the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. The man who came foolishly to our shores, seventeen years previously. And brutally murdered my grandfather." She said, with an evil smile. "You have made a huge mistake, two huge mistakes in fact. The first, being insolent, and arrogant enough to return to Rhydon. The second, to get in the carriage with me."
He grinned, not at all perturbed by her sharp warnings and sinister smile.
"And what of your mistakes?"
"I am not aware of any."
"Inviting a blood thirsty, heavily armed, pirate with a complete disregard for convention into your carriage."
"Why? What could you possibly do to me?" She demanded, her voice losing it's sneering edge.
He pulled out his gun. "Stop the carriage."
She shook her head softly. "I am the daughter of the Garter, the most desired woman in the whole of Rhydon, touch me and you dig your own grave."
"You think I'm joking?" He demanded, grabbing her by the neck of her dress, and placing the cold gun against her warm temple. She shuddered, but still shook her head.
"You would not dare kill me."
"Try me." He challenged.
"You would not dare. Shall I tell you why? You arrived on our shores, uninvited over seventeen years ago, you killed my kin and scampered. Scampered, Mister Sparrow. You do not have the guts. . ."
"Care to find out?"
"Stop the carriage." She shouted. The carriage fell to a stop, on a deserted cobbled street, far from anywhere. Jack stumbled out.
"Thanks for the lift." He said, with a grin. He leant back into the carriage and kissed the woman hard on her lips, before pulling away.
She drew back, appalled. "I hope we meet again, some day soon, Jack Sparrow."
"Two mistakes there love, I'm leaving as soon as my ship is ready, which won't be long. And secondly, it's Captain."