Disclaimer: The only character I own is Kat Sparrow. Steal her and die.
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The person held her tightly as she was pushed toward the wall. She suddenly got a genius idea. Keeping one of hers upon the one that covered
her mouth, she thrust the other into the handle of her sword. She then
proceeded to run up the wall and do a flip over the figures head. It didn't seem that he was expecting anything like that. As her airborne body began to fall against the effects of gravity, the sword naturally pulled from its sheath. She landed like a cat on her feet as the attackers hand
slipped from her mouth. She held the persons arm behind his back and
brought the sword up to his throat.
"How dare you attack? You have no idea who you are messing with." She
hissed into his ear. She felt the man become less tense.
"If I didn't, I would have already killed you." He answered. Instantly,
Kat knew the voice.
"William? What do you think you're doing, striking like that?" She asked
her older friend as she released him from her iron-like grip and re-
sheathed her sword. Both of them looked a bit disheveled from the
encounter.
"Me? I thought you were a stowaway. You should be more careful than to hang from the beams like a family tapestry." He said with a hearty laugh.
At least he could see the humor in it all.
"I was just..." she started, but closed her mouth. How was she going to
explain that she had been eavesdropping on a conversation between the captain and the first mate? He would surely turn her in to her brother, and then she would have been in a lot of trouble. "You're awfully lucky yourself Bootstrap. You were just seconds away from ending up in front of the high one himself." She said, readjusting the bandana on her forehead.
"You had some pretty fancy footwork for a mini woman. Your brother teach you all that?" He asked, stepping out of the open cell. Kat stopped to
pick up her book and ink before following him.
"Naturally. He's taught me all of the moves. He always said that you can't be too careful around scurvy dogs." She answered, locking the door
behind. He just looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Glad to hear you are safe from this scurvy dog" He said with heavy
emphasis on the last two words. Kat let out a high pitched snicker.
"Well, for your mind only, I wouldn't have killed you anyway. It's not in me to take the lives of others." She sighed, starting for the stairway.
As she began to ascend, she turned back to her friend. "Now if it were someone like Barbossa or Bo'sun, I would have made a nice exception." She sneered. The light of the midday sun pierced her eyes like yellow daggers.
She had forgotten how long she had been down there. She then thought of
something.
"Bootstrap, you weren't down there without reason. Why did you come?" She asked him, shading her temporarily sensitive eyes from the burning star.
"Captain thought you might be a bit hungry and sent me to get you. Although, he never mentioned that you would be in the rafters." He gave a
wink. Kat could help but look into his brown eyes. She felt her heart
flutter again before breaking the glance. This was no time for her to
begin developing teenage girl feelings for this man. She looked back
around the ship, when she spotted Barbossa.
"At least I know that someone isn't in the quarters any longer." She
murmured under her breath.
"Pardon?" Bootstrap pressed. Kat was shocked that she could be heard.
"Nothing, just thinking aloud." She quickly answered. Bootstrap just
shrugged and left her on the deck to go fulfill his duties for the day. She returned to the quarters. Jack had already gone back to his post, but there was some food left for her. She suddenly felt the pangs of hunger bite at her stomach. As swiftly as she could, she returned her book to the drawer and sat down at the table. As she began to eat, Jack walked back
into the quarters.
"There ye are! I trust Bootstrap was the one to call ye forth?" He asked, crossed by her and grabbing a map. Kat swallowed and looked up from her
food.
"Aye. How are things with the crew?" She asked, taking a drink from a
goblet. He turned his attention to the map, but kept an ear open.
"I have never seen such a determined crew. It's as if they know where we
are sailing for." He answered, peering over the parchment. Kat then
noticed something different about him.
"Jack, what in the blazes you have around your eyes?" She sniggered into
her lunch. While she had been gone, he had smeared a black concoction
around his brown eyes. At first he looked at her with a confused look.
Then he remembered what exactly she was talking about.
"I heard it from a traveler in Tortuga. Takes some of the suns rays away
from ye'r sight." He said, pulling out his compass and checked it.
"In my humble opinion, it makes you look like a harlot." She chimed. He looked up at her with an extremely dirty look. Kat just pretended to be more interested in her food once again. In the silence, the conversation she had over heard came flooding back to her mind. She set whatever she
had been eating back down.
"Jack, how much do you really trust people?" She asked. Jack looked back
up at her with an odd look.
"Kat, have ye done something stupid?" He said, his face not changing. Kat
quickly shook her head.
"No, just answer the question." She shot back. He rolled his eyes and set
the map down.
"The only one in the whole Caribbean that I trust fully is ye Kat. Everyone else must gain it. I thought ye already were aware of that fact."
He answered, crossing his arms.
"And the others? Have they gained your trust?" She continued. Jack gave
a shrug.
"Aye, a few of them. Why do ye ask such things love?" He said crossing over and putting a hand on her shoulder. He then drew it away in case any
of the crew was spying. He didn't want them to know that he had the
emotions for compassion.
"Oh, no reason. It's just something that floated into my mind just now.
You can go now." She said, turning her attention away from him. She wasn't fully satisfied with what she got, but it was better than nothing.
She didn't look back up until she heard the door shut when he left the
quarter.
"Aye, there is a reason. I'm worried." She said softly.
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The rest of the day held no events like the one Kat and Bootstrap had been
through in the brig. The days seem to be almost perfect for The Black Pearl and her men. Now, as the sun fell behind the horizon, the night was shaping up to be as nice as the day. So nice in fact that Jack gave orders
that this was going to be a night task as well. Kat, of course was forbidden to join them at that hour. Jack thought that a girl her age was
better well rested than any man. Kat thought it was because she was equivalent to the devil when she had not received the gifts of the twilight hours. Before that time came, she decided it was best to watch the crew at
work, possibly getting to know their patterns.
"Say Pintel, how long have you been on the seas?" She said, watching him
scrub the deck along side his younger brother.
"Longer then th's ol' mind can remember poppet. Me brother was 'bout ye'r age when 'e joined in." he told his story as he worked. He didn't seem the least bit annoyed by her. Her eyes then fell on Raghetti. When they had first encountered one another, she hadn't seen a different from all of the rest. Now, she had seen that where his right eye should have been was
nothing but a dark, empty socket.
"I'm guessing you still had sight in both eyes at that time." She said,
propping her head onto her knee where she sat.
"Aye, Miss Sparrow. Got me self in a row wit another band years back. Bloody blighters took me eye 'long wit me ol' cap'n." He piped up, dipping his brush back into his bucket. Kat listened attentively. She didn't know
whether to feel sorry for him or thing he was very stupid for getting
himself into that mess.
"I'll have you know that I use to make dolls when I was younger. I'm sure I may have a few wooden eyes left over in my effects." She said, patting a little sack at her side. She didn't carry it very often, but it held some of her past. She opened it up and pulled out a few of the wooden eyes she kept. She wasn't entirely sure why she kept toting those around. She then
picked out a relatively larger one and handed it to Raghetti.
"I know it isn't much, but it's the best you can do before you find a glass one." She said, handing it to him. He examined it with his good eye and
looked back up at the girl.
"Ye'r a differ't breed, I tell ye what." He said as he popped it into the empty socket. It rolled around a bit before coming to a rest at a forward
position.
"Perfect fit. Now you look no different from any full sighted pirates." She said, happy with her work. Raghetti looked over at Pintel so he could
cop a look.
"Well I'll be. Ye look out for ye brothers men." He sneered. Kat just
gave a shrug.
"That and it was giving me the creeps." She answered. Before the two could react to that comment, They heard Jacoby strike on his violin. It was a quick tune, something to keep the men going as the night toiled on.
Kat jumped to her feet and approached where the music was coming from.
Jacoby was perched upon the turnstile, where he was going with it as it turned. He never seemed to have a problem with the young Sparrow, so she went in between the men and sat on the other side of the musician. With
that, she began to sing along with the tune
"Would you live the life of honor
Or let your life be fun?
Would go the straight and narrow
Or die the richer one?
Oh I don't know what others would be
But for me, my life is this
To sail the seas until my bones do rest
The plight of the pirate, it truly be
The most exciting one.
Would you find the treasures of the worlds
Or earn some fancy wig?
Would fight with whelps and scallywags
Or wear a gown so big?
Oh I wish this not be the life that I live
For tis too boring for me
I'd rather live the life of a pirate
Live among the sea."
At the end of her song, she let out a laugh. Whenever she heard music, words just came to her mind. She always had this talent, ever since she
was young. At the wheel, Jack let out a clap.
"That was beautiful." He yelled down to her. Kat gave a slight bow.
"I thank you." She smiled. She jumped down from the turnstile and proceeded up to join her dear brother. As soon as she reached him, another musician had joined Jacoby and began to play another tune. This one was a
song that Kat knew. She tugged on Jack's jacket.
"What?" he said, pulling his arm away. She kept on going.
"Come Jack! Dance with me, and have a little fun." She begged. He looked at her like she was crazy, but couldn't resist her large blue eyes. He let
out a sigh before turning to Barbossa.
"Take the wheel. It seems that I have been called out." He said. No sooner had he let go of the wheel, when Kat pulled him over by the railing and began to dance and sing. She felt all of her worries fly away, just like when she was in the crows nest. The music filled her ears and flushed
out everything that troubled her. After a minute, Jack seemed to be
getting into it as well. He spun her around like a toy top.
"We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho,
yo ho a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up me 'earties yo ho" Kat's voice echoed into the night. Finally
the song came to an end, leaving the laughing siblings.
"Wait until ye find a husband. He better want a woman that loves music like ye." He smiled. He then returned his face to it's usual hard look in
front of the crew. He returned to the wheel, where Barbossa had taken
over.
"Back to ye'r work First Mat Barbossa. That is all." He ordered. Barbossa compliyed, but Kat noticed that he gave Jack an unusual look from
behind his back. Like Barbossa had something on his mind, but wasn't willing to share. What was he up too? Kat just glared at him. Jack took no notice to them as he reached into his pocket. He then cursed loudly as
he withdrew his hand.
"Kat, I left my compass in the quarters. Can ye retrieve it for me?" he asked her. She gave a little salute and went on her way to Jacks quarters.
She leaped down the stairs to add time and went inside the area. On the table was Jack's compass, as well as a goblet fill with a liquid. Beside it was a bit of parchment. She went over and picked it up, only to find
her name was on it. She looked from the goblet to the parchment.
"Must have thought I'd like it." She shrugged as she picked it up and took a drink. The second it went down her throat, she knew something was wrong.
It seemed to burn her, filling her throat with liquid fire. She dropped
the goblet and brought her hands to her throat in panic. Breathing was
extremely difficult, and the yells that she tried to bring forth never
came.
"Help me." A raspy whisper bellowed out, but it was not loud enough for her to be heard by anyone. Her body began to go numb. She tried to walk, but crumbled to the floor in defeat. Her eyes were growing heavier by the
second. She tried to reach out for anything, but it was too late. Her
body fell limp and her eye's closed.
*Dun dun dun! Oh, now we have a mystery on our hands! Also, another cliffy! Is she dead? Is she alive? What's going on? Well, you are just
going to have to wait for the next chapter!*
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The person held her tightly as she was pushed toward the wall. She suddenly got a genius idea. Keeping one of hers upon the one that covered
her mouth, she thrust the other into the handle of her sword. She then
proceeded to run up the wall and do a flip over the figures head. It didn't seem that he was expecting anything like that. As her airborne body began to fall against the effects of gravity, the sword naturally pulled from its sheath. She landed like a cat on her feet as the attackers hand
slipped from her mouth. She held the persons arm behind his back and
brought the sword up to his throat.
"How dare you attack? You have no idea who you are messing with." She
hissed into his ear. She felt the man become less tense.
"If I didn't, I would have already killed you." He answered. Instantly,
Kat knew the voice.
"William? What do you think you're doing, striking like that?" She asked
her older friend as she released him from her iron-like grip and re-
sheathed her sword. Both of them looked a bit disheveled from the
encounter.
"Me? I thought you were a stowaway. You should be more careful than to hang from the beams like a family tapestry." He said with a hearty laugh.
At least he could see the humor in it all.
"I was just..." she started, but closed her mouth. How was she going to
explain that she had been eavesdropping on a conversation between the captain and the first mate? He would surely turn her in to her brother, and then she would have been in a lot of trouble. "You're awfully lucky yourself Bootstrap. You were just seconds away from ending up in front of the high one himself." She said, readjusting the bandana on her forehead.
"You had some pretty fancy footwork for a mini woman. Your brother teach you all that?" He asked, stepping out of the open cell. Kat stopped to
pick up her book and ink before following him.
"Naturally. He's taught me all of the moves. He always said that you can't be too careful around scurvy dogs." She answered, locking the door
behind. He just looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Glad to hear you are safe from this scurvy dog" He said with heavy
emphasis on the last two words. Kat let out a high pitched snicker.
"Well, for your mind only, I wouldn't have killed you anyway. It's not in me to take the lives of others." She sighed, starting for the stairway.
As she began to ascend, she turned back to her friend. "Now if it were someone like Barbossa or Bo'sun, I would have made a nice exception." She sneered. The light of the midday sun pierced her eyes like yellow daggers.
She had forgotten how long she had been down there. She then thought of
something.
"Bootstrap, you weren't down there without reason. Why did you come?" She asked him, shading her temporarily sensitive eyes from the burning star.
"Captain thought you might be a bit hungry and sent me to get you. Although, he never mentioned that you would be in the rafters." He gave a
wink. Kat could help but look into his brown eyes. She felt her heart
flutter again before breaking the glance. This was no time for her to
begin developing teenage girl feelings for this man. She looked back
around the ship, when she spotted Barbossa.
"At least I know that someone isn't in the quarters any longer." She
murmured under her breath.
"Pardon?" Bootstrap pressed. Kat was shocked that she could be heard.
"Nothing, just thinking aloud." She quickly answered. Bootstrap just
shrugged and left her on the deck to go fulfill his duties for the day. She returned to the quarters. Jack had already gone back to his post, but there was some food left for her. She suddenly felt the pangs of hunger bite at her stomach. As swiftly as she could, she returned her book to the drawer and sat down at the table. As she began to eat, Jack walked back
into the quarters.
"There ye are! I trust Bootstrap was the one to call ye forth?" He asked, crossed by her and grabbing a map. Kat swallowed and looked up from her
food.
"Aye. How are things with the crew?" She asked, taking a drink from a
goblet. He turned his attention to the map, but kept an ear open.
"I have never seen such a determined crew. It's as if they know where we
are sailing for." He answered, peering over the parchment. Kat then
noticed something different about him.
"Jack, what in the blazes you have around your eyes?" She sniggered into
her lunch. While she had been gone, he had smeared a black concoction
around his brown eyes. At first he looked at her with a confused look.
Then he remembered what exactly she was talking about.
"I heard it from a traveler in Tortuga. Takes some of the suns rays away
from ye'r sight." He said, pulling out his compass and checked it.
"In my humble opinion, it makes you look like a harlot." She chimed. He looked up at her with an extremely dirty look. Kat just pretended to be more interested in her food once again. In the silence, the conversation she had over heard came flooding back to her mind. She set whatever she
had been eating back down.
"Jack, how much do you really trust people?" She asked. Jack looked back
up at her with an odd look.
"Kat, have ye done something stupid?" He said, his face not changing. Kat
quickly shook her head.
"No, just answer the question." She shot back. He rolled his eyes and set
the map down.
"The only one in the whole Caribbean that I trust fully is ye Kat. Everyone else must gain it. I thought ye already were aware of that fact."
He answered, crossing his arms.
"And the others? Have they gained your trust?" She continued. Jack gave
a shrug.
"Aye, a few of them. Why do ye ask such things love?" He said crossing over and putting a hand on her shoulder. He then drew it away in case any
of the crew was spying. He didn't want them to know that he had the
emotions for compassion.
"Oh, no reason. It's just something that floated into my mind just now.
You can go now." She said, turning her attention away from him. She wasn't fully satisfied with what she got, but it was better than nothing.
She didn't look back up until she heard the door shut when he left the
quarter.
"Aye, there is a reason. I'm worried." She said softly.
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The rest of the day held no events like the one Kat and Bootstrap had been
through in the brig. The days seem to be almost perfect for The Black Pearl and her men. Now, as the sun fell behind the horizon, the night was shaping up to be as nice as the day. So nice in fact that Jack gave orders
that this was going to be a night task as well. Kat, of course was forbidden to join them at that hour. Jack thought that a girl her age was
better well rested than any man. Kat thought it was because she was equivalent to the devil when she had not received the gifts of the twilight hours. Before that time came, she decided it was best to watch the crew at
work, possibly getting to know their patterns.
"Say Pintel, how long have you been on the seas?" She said, watching him
scrub the deck along side his younger brother.
"Longer then th's ol' mind can remember poppet. Me brother was 'bout ye'r age when 'e joined in." he told his story as he worked. He didn't seem the least bit annoyed by her. Her eyes then fell on Raghetti. When they had first encountered one another, she hadn't seen a different from all of the rest. Now, she had seen that where his right eye should have been was
nothing but a dark, empty socket.
"I'm guessing you still had sight in both eyes at that time." She said,
propping her head onto her knee where she sat.
"Aye, Miss Sparrow. Got me self in a row wit another band years back. Bloody blighters took me eye 'long wit me ol' cap'n." He piped up, dipping his brush back into his bucket. Kat listened attentively. She didn't know
whether to feel sorry for him or thing he was very stupid for getting
himself into that mess.
"I'll have you know that I use to make dolls when I was younger. I'm sure I may have a few wooden eyes left over in my effects." She said, patting a little sack at her side. She didn't carry it very often, but it held some of her past. She opened it up and pulled out a few of the wooden eyes she kept. She wasn't entirely sure why she kept toting those around. She then
picked out a relatively larger one and handed it to Raghetti.
"I know it isn't much, but it's the best you can do before you find a glass one." She said, handing it to him. He examined it with his good eye and
looked back up at the girl.
"Ye'r a differ't breed, I tell ye what." He said as he popped it into the empty socket. It rolled around a bit before coming to a rest at a forward
position.
"Perfect fit. Now you look no different from any full sighted pirates." She said, happy with her work. Raghetti looked over at Pintel so he could
cop a look.
"Well I'll be. Ye look out for ye brothers men." He sneered. Kat just
gave a shrug.
"That and it was giving me the creeps." She answered. Before the two could react to that comment, They heard Jacoby strike on his violin. It was a quick tune, something to keep the men going as the night toiled on.
Kat jumped to her feet and approached where the music was coming from.
Jacoby was perched upon the turnstile, where he was going with it as it turned. He never seemed to have a problem with the young Sparrow, so she went in between the men and sat on the other side of the musician. With
that, she began to sing along with the tune
"Would you live the life of honor
Or let your life be fun?
Would go the straight and narrow
Or die the richer one?
Oh I don't know what others would be
But for me, my life is this
To sail the seas until my bones do rest
The plight of the pirate, it truly be
The most exciting one.
Would you find the treasures of the worlds
Or earn some fancy wig?
Would fight with whelps and scallywags
Or wear a gown so big?
Oh I wish this not be the life that I live
For tis too boring for me
I'd rather live the life of a pirate
Live among the sea."
At the end of her song, she let out a laugh. Whenever she heard music, words just came to her mind. She always had this talent, ever since she
was young. At the wheel, Jack let out a clap.
"That was beautiful." He yelled down to her. Kat gave a slight bow.
"I thank you." She smiled. She jumped down from the turnstile and proceeded up to join her dear brother. As soon as she reached him, another musician had joined Jacoby and began to play another tune. This one was a
song that Kat knew. She tugged on Jack's jacket.
"What?" he said, pulling his arm away. She kept on going.
"Come Jack! Dance with me, and have a little fun." She begged. He looked at her like she was crazy, but couldn't resist her large blue eyes. He let
out a sigh before turning to Barbossa.
"Take the wheel. It seems that I have been called out." He said. No sooner had he let go of the wheel, when Kat pulled him over by the railing and began to dance and sing. She felt all of her worries fly away, just like when she was in the crows nest. The music filled her ears and flushed
out everything that troubled her. After a minute, Jack seemed to be
getting into it as well. He spun her around like a toy top.
"We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho,
yo ho a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up me 'earties yo ho" Kat's voice echoed into the night. Finally
the song came to an end, leaving the laughing siblings.
"Wait until ye find a husband. He better want a woman that loves music like ye." He smiled. He then returned his face to it's usual hard look in
front of the crew. He returned to the wheel, where Barbossa had taken
over.
"Back to ye'r work First Mat Barbossa. That is all." He ordered. Barbossa compliyed, but Kat noticed that he gave Jack an unusual look from
behind his back. Like Barbossa had something on his mind, but wasn't willing to share. What was he up too? Kat just glared at him. Jack took no notice to them as he reached into his pocket. He then cursed loudly as
he withdrew his hand.
"Kat, I left my compass in the quarters. Can ye retrieve it for me?" he asked her. She gave a little salute and went on her way to Jacks quarters.
She leaped down the stairs to add time and went inside the area. On the table was Jack's compass, as well as a goblet fill with a liquid. Beside it was a bit of parchment. She went over and picked it up, only to find
her name was on it. She looked from the goblet to the parchment.
"Must have thought I'd like it." She shrugged as she picked it up and took a drink. The second it went down her throat, she knew something was wrong.
It seemed to burn her, filling her throat with liquid fire. She dropped
the goblet and brought her hands to her throat in panic. Breathing was
extremely difficult, and the yells that she tried to bring forth never
came.
"Help me." A raspy whisper bellowed out, but it was not loud enough for her to be heard by anyone. Her body began to go numb. She tried to walk, but crumbled to the floor in defeat. Her eyes were growing heavier by the
second. She tried to reach out for anything, but it was too late. Her
body fell limp and her eye's closed.
*Dun dun dun! Oh, now we have a mystery on our hands! Also, another cliffy! Is she dead? Is she alive? What's going on? Well, you are just
going to have to wait for the next chapter!*