Tara slept in the corner behind the sails that night.
She woke up early, and saw something dark above her... she squinted, and two chocolate brown eyes framed with kohl swam into vision.
She was shocked by his closeness, and she opened her mouth to scream. Sparrow pressed his grubby hand over her lips.
"None o' that. Ye don't want Anamaria coming up, do ye?"
Tara bit his finger.
It was he who screamed as his hand fell away from her face and into his lap where he cradled it. Tara screamed too. Sparrow dived on top of her, trying to keep her quiet. They fought for a moment, Tara screaming every time she could. It ended quite comically with them falling off the high deck to the lower part some inches below. Sparrow rolled away from her.
"What is going on?" asked Anamaria, appearing.
"Miserable wench..." muttered Jack, earning a kick in the side from Anamaria.
"I warned you," snarled Anamaria.
Tara stood up and ran off. She found herself where she had started, in Sparrow's cabin. She locked the door behind her and sat on the bed. It clearly had not been slept in.
There was a knock on the door.
"Tara?" asked Anamaria's voice. "Ye in here?"
She walked away. Tara breathed a sigh of relief, until the door burst open and Sparrow stood there, smiling.
"That door hasn't locked since ye kicked it open," he said. "Ironic, eh?"
Tara stared sadly at him, her hazel eyes filled with apprehension.
"Why are ye so terrified of me?" he asked.
Tara laughed harshly. "You kidnapped me."
He sighed.
"Why can't you just let me go?" she begged.
"Do you really want to go?"
His question caught her off guard.
"I.... what?"
Sparrow stood there, still and silent for maybe ten seconds. Then he fell face down, revealing Anamaria standing behind him, holding a bottle of rum she had clearly smashed over his head.
"Bastard," she said grimly.
"Can I stay in your cabin?" asked Tara. "I just want to be safe."
Anamaria nodded. She led the way to a smaller cabin on the other side of the ship. She handed Tara some clothes, a shirt and baggy trousers.
"Change into them," she said. "You'll be better for it."
Anamaria left and Tara changed into the clothes, amazed at their comfort. She pulled out her hair pins, allowing it to stream down her back. Then she looked around the cabin. Swords littered the floor. They were stored in baskets and boxes under the bed. Anamaria was clearly a sword fanatic.
There was a small desk beside the bed; on top there was a small notebook. On closer inspection, Tara discovered it was a journal, written in Anamaria's neat print. Flicking through it, Tara saw details of her own arrival... earlier than that, talk of a vicious plot by Jack, as Anamaria called him...
It was most interesting reading. Tara discovered that Anamaria had experienced the same mixed feelings about Sparrow as she did... and that Anamaria was not over them yet.
Feeling strangely bitter towards Anamaria, Tara closed the notebook and opened the drawer. A small knife, a handkerchief, a bottle of cologne, a small diamond... Tara emptied the contents out onto the desk and discovered the false bottom she had been looking for... Elizabeth Swann had talked of one of these... Tara pulled the bottom out and saw the contents beneath.
A small lump of gold on a string, and two folded sheets of paper looked up at her. She picked up the small lump of gold first, initially mistaking it for just that. She held it up to her eyes, and saw what it really was. It was indeed gold, but it was carved into the shape of a sparrow... Sparrow... Jack Sparrow.
What was Anamaria doing with this?
She placed it on the desk, and pulled out the papers, hoping they would cast some light on the matter. The first one she unfolded was yellowing with age. Black scrawl covered the page.
Sighing, Tara began to read.
***
Muahahaha, cliff-hanger. Not a very good one mind, you can probably guess who the letter is from, and what it says... or maybe not... I don't know. Anyway, please review this, you'll make my day. More coming soon, I promise! I've written five more chapters for this... I'd like to get some reviews before I put them up :-D.
She woke up early, and saw something dark above her... she squinted, and two chocolate brown eyes framed with kohl swam into vision.
She was shocked by his closeness, and she opened her mouth to scream. Sparrow pressed his grubby hand over her lips.
"None o' that. Ye don't want Anamaria coming up, do ye?"
Tara bit his finger.
It was he who screamed as his hand fell away from her face and into his lap where he cradled it. Tara screamed too. Sparrow dived on top of her, trying to keep her quiet. They fought for a moment, Tara screaming every time she could. It ended quite comically with them falling off the high deck to the lower part some inches below. Sparrow rolled away from her.
"What is going on?" asked Anamaria, appearing.
"Miserable wench..." muttered Jack, earning a kick in the side from Anamaria.
"I warned you," snarled Anamaria.
Tara stood up and ran off. She found herself where she had started, in Sparrow's cabin. She locked the door behind her and sat on the bed. It clearly had not been slept in.
There was a knock on the door.
"Tara?" asked Anamaria's voice. "Ye in here?"
She walked away. Tara breathed a sigh of relief, until the door burst open and Sparrow stood there, smiling.
"That door hasn't locked since ye kicked it open," he said. "Ironic, eh?"
Tara stared sadly at him, her hazel eyes filled with apprehension.
"Why are ye so terrified of me?" he asked.
Tara laughed harshly. "You kidnapped me."
He sighed.
"Why can't you just let me go?" she begged.
"Do you really want to go?"
His question caught her off guard.
"I.... what?"
Sparrow stood there, still and silent for maybe ten seconds. Then he fell face down, revealing Anamaria standing behind him, holding a bottle of rum she had clearly smashed over his head.
"Bastard," she said grimly.
"Can I stay in your cabin?" asked Tara. "I just want to be safe."
Anamaria nodded. She led the way to a smaller cabin on the other side of the ship. She handed Tara some clothes, a shirt and baggy trousers.
"Change into them," she said. "You'll be better for it."
Anamaria left and Tara changed into the clothes, amazed at their comfort. She pulled out her hair pins, allowing it to stream down her back. Then she looked around the cabin. Swords littered the floor. They were stored in baskets and boxes under the bed. Anamaria was clearly a sword fanatic.
There was a small desk beside the bed; on top there was a small notebook. On closer inspection, Tara discovered it was a journal, written in Anamaria's neat print. Flicking through it, Tara saw details of her own arrival... earlier than that, talk of a vicious plot by Jack, as Anamaria called him...
It was most interesting reading. Tara discovered that Anamaria had experienced the same mixed feelings about Sparrow as she did... and that Anamaria was not over them yet.
Feeling strangely bitter towards Anamaria, Tara closed the notebook and opened the drawer. A small knife, a handkerchief, a bottle of cologne, a small diamond... Tara emptied the contents out onto the desk and discovered the false bottom she had been looking for... Elizabeth Swann had talked of one of these... Tara pulled the bottom out and saw the contents beneath.
A small lump of gold on a string, and two folded sheets of paper looked up at her. She picked up the small lump of gold first, initially mistaking it for just that. She held it up to her eyes, and saw what it really was. It was indeed gold, but it was carved into the shape of a sparrow... Sparrow... Jack Sparrow.
What was Anamaria doing with this?
She placed it on the desk, and pulled out the papers, hoping they would cast some light on the matter. The first one she unfolded was yellowing with age. Black scrawl covered the page.
Sighing, Tara began to read.
***
Muahahaha, cliff-hanger. Not a very good one mind, you can probably guess who the letter is from, and what it says... or maybe not... I don't know. Anyway, please review this, you'll make my day. More coming soon, I promise! I've written five more chapters for this... I'd like to get some reviews before I put them up :-D.