Tara lay alone for an hour, her thoughts on escaping. But how could
she escape? She was in the middle of the ocean and besides, Sparrow was
bound to catch her. She was very uncomfortable on his bed, especially with
her hands tied together.
Sparrow walked in again. "Here."
He offered her a glass of suspiciously dark liquid.
"Sparrow," she said. "Firstly, my hands are tied together so I can't possibly drink, and secondly, what is that?"
Sparrow scowled. "It's Captain Sparrow. And this is rum."
"I don't drink," she said.
"I saw that at the Inn."
"So offering me rum is a waste of time."
He shrugged. "At least I tried."
He left again. Tara began to cry. She hated the sea, pirates, The Black Pearl... but most of all she hated Jack Sparrow. She wriggled off the bed and looked for something to cut her bonds with... there was a sharp cutlass hanging off a table.
She walked over and sliced the rope on the cutlass. Then she looked around. There was certainly no way off this ship. Her father would have to pay to have her released.
"Sparrow isn't getting a shilling!" she hissed.
She could only think of one way to achieve this- she had to die.
It was a sad reality, but Jack Sparrow was not going to get any money out of her. She was going to throw herself into the sea... it might be quick... it might even be painless...
She pushed on the door. Locked, of course. She kicked the door open, and it collided with someone outside.
Jack Sparrow fell to the floor, unconscious.
Tara stepped over his body and walked to the side of the ship. She climbed up on the side and looked into the clear blue water speeding past below.
This was it.
Freedom.
Of course, she would be dead, but it was surely better than being alive on this ship.
"Tara!"
Someone jumped on her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Tara overbalanced.
She and Jack Sparrow fell into the cold, clear water.
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Sparrow walked in again. "Here."
He offered her a glass of suspiciously dark liquid.
"Sparrow," she said. "Firstly, my hands are tied together so I can't possibly drink, and secondly, what is that?"
Sparrow scowled. "It's Captain Sparrow. And this is rum."
"I don't drink," she said.
"I saw that at the Inn."
"So offering me rum is a waste of time."
He shrugged. "At least I tried."
He left again. Tara began to cry. She hated the sea, pirates, The Black Pearl... but most of all she hated Jack Sparrow. She wriggled off the bed and looked for something to cut her bonds with... there was a sharp cutlass hanging off a table.
She walked over and sliced the rope on the cutlass. Then she looked around. There was certainly no way off this ship. Her father would have to pay to have her released.
"Sparrow isn't getting a shilling!" she hissed.
She could only think of one way to achieve this- she had to die.
It was a sad reality, but Jack Sparrow was not going to get any money out of her. She was going to throw herself into the sea... it might be quick... it might even be painless...
She pushed on the door. Locked, of course. She kicked the door open, and it collided with someone outside.
Jack Sparrow fell to the floor, unconscious.
Tara stepped over his body and walked to the side of the ship. She climbed up on the side and looked into the clear blue water speeding past below.
This was it.
Freedom.
Of course, she would be dead, but it was surely better than being alive on this ship.
"Tara!"
Someone jumped on her, his arms wrapped around her shoulders. Tara overbalanced.
She and Jack Sparrow fell into the cold, clear water.
&&&
And there are the next two chapters, ready for your reviewing pleasure *hint, hint*. Next chapter coming soon!