Chapter 32… sobs. I know, I'm weird.
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Jack's Story
"Where is she?" he muttered, half to himself, as Gibbs led him up to the Pearl.
Gibbs shrugged. "No idea. But a mighty rich-looking ship just left harbour. We need to snag the loot. That'll cheer ye up, Jack."
Jack nodded numbly as they climbed aboard. Jack was oblivious to his surroundings, and soon they were hot in pursuit of a small trade ship. Jack's thoughts were on Laurie. He loved her, and he needed to find her.
He jerked at the sound of canon fire. They were there, anchored beside the trade ship.
"Hold yer fire!" he shouted suddenly. "Just board the ship and take what yer want. We've no need to hurt anyone, savvy?"
His men muttered their reply, drew their swords, and climbed aboard. Jack followed half-heartedly.
There was some sort of party on deck. Young women in frilly gowns and young men in stiff collars were dancing to the music of a small band. They stopped and gasped at the sight of Jack and his crew. A pretty young woman with red hair fainted dramatically.
"Everybody stay calm," said Jack in a bored voice, "we're taking all o' yer loot."
"I think not," said a tall, beanpole of a man with curly brown hair.
He pulled a small pistol from his inside pocket. At that exact same moment, all of the crew of the Pearl whipped out their much larger pistols and pointed them at the party.
"Ye want to put that thing away, lad?" Jack asked.
He scowled, but dropped his pistol to the floor.
"That's better," said Jack. He turned to Gibbs. "Ye and the rest of the crew take this lot down into the brig. I'll search the deck."
Gibbs nodded, and he and the rest of Jack's men disappeared with the party. Jack began to search, but jerked at the sound of his own name.
"Captain Jack Sparrow."
It was a low, deep voice which had spoken. Jack looked up to see a small figure standing a few metres away. He was dressed in a baggy shirt, a frayed waistcoat, and loose-fitting black trousers tucked into heavy boots. A large black hat hid his face and his hair. He was holding a curved sword.
"Aye?" asked Jack.
"I challenge ye ter a swordfight. They say that yer one o' the best."
"Aye," agreed Jack, drawing his sword, figuring that a good fight might make him feel better.
They leapt together, their swords making a loud clang. They didn't move for a moment, Jack marvelling at the tiny hands holding his opponent's sword. Then, suddenly, his opponent kicked his sword away, and kicked Jack in the gut, making him fall to the floor.
"I win," said Jack's opponent, throwing his sword to the ground.
He walked over to where Jack was sitting awkwardly on the deck, and squatted down beside him.
A terrible mistake.
Jack pulled out a dagger from his belt and pushed it into his opponent's gut. He gasped in pain.
Except it wasn't a he.
It was a she.
The opponent gave a definitely female gasp. Jack's blood ran cold as she spoke again.
"Why didn't you tell me who you were, Jack?"
With those words, she slumped against him. He pulled off her hat and let out a low moan as her long blonde curls blew free, and her beautiful face was revealed. Her wide blue eyes were wet with tears, her red lips slightly parted, her head rolling freely on her neck.
Laurie was dead.
"Laurie," Jack whispered, holding her dead body close to his. "Laurie."
And Jack Sparrow began to cry.
End Of Jack's Story
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So… there it is. How will Tara react? Please review!