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chapters. This one took me a while. Not to write, but I couldn't figure out
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Before I start, let me remind you I don't own any of the characters, settings, and so on in Pirates of the Caribbean, except for the ones I make up...sooner or later. I am not getting paid for this either, it is pure pleasure.
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Taking Your Chances
Growling and Praying
Jack was running faster than he ever had in his life. He had heard the scream, which he knew came from Anamaria's mouth. How he knew it, he wished he himself knew, but as soon as it rang in his ears Jack was sure it was Anamaria's.
He was frightened for one of the first times in his life. Not just because if something happened to her, his guilt would overcome him, but some part of him wouldn't be able to bare it if Anamaria was hurt. He usually shoved this feeling, or whatever it was deep down, hidden inside of him. This time was different, it seemed like it was helping Jack find his way to Anamaria.
When he had left her near the island, he thought that after a few hours he would swing by and pick her up. Instead it seemed that in only 2 hours of being stranded, she had escaped the island and was probably on her way to Tortuga. Now, at least he knew she was in Tortuga.
As Jack pealed around another corner, sprinting down the street, his braids clinking together like the tick tock of a clock. Jack flew by houses, making them seem like blurs, until he reached a dark alley, the feeling that seemed to be haunting him told him to go down it.
Jack slowed his pace enough to catch his breath incase there was more than one brute he might have to fight in order to save Annamaria. What Jack saw was a man on top of Anamaria, practically choking the life from her. Her eyes were closed but Jack could tell she was still alive.
The man had yet to see Jack behind him, and Jack's eyes were burning like the furies of hell into the back of the large man's unfortunately shaped head. Before Jack could calm himself, enough to be reasonable, he leaped for the man and tackled him, pinning him to the ground.
That didn't last long, as the man gave a roar and shoved Jack back, hard. Jack flew through the air and hit the side of a house with an audible crack. As he stood again, shaking his head to get rid of the butterflies that seemed to be dancing within his line of vision. Jack let out what sounded like a menacing dog growl and pulled out the dagger, William had given him on his last visit to Port Royal.
This time the man was the first one to make a move. He lifted his arms as if he were trying to hug Jack. Confused Jack stepped back just in time to move out of the way of his giant arms coming down and smashing into the pavement. Suddenly Jack realized that this man was not some drunken pirate who was just looking to fight someone. No, whatever this man was, he was trained to kill.
The last move that the man had done however had given Jack an idea. "Come on you bloody oaf, betcha couldn't hit me with that move, even if I stood still." Jack prodded.
The man let out an enraged sound and lifted his arms high above Jack's head. That's when Jack took action, he ran full faced into the man, his head only reaching a little below his chest area, and impelling the dagger into the man's stomach.
Not a fatal wound, Jack knew, but it heart like hell. Breathing hard the man fell to his knees moaning, gripping the dagger, contemplating on whether or not he should take it out.
Jack sauntered with his usual sag over to the man, "It would be better to take it out, so it doesn't cause anymore damage, mate."
The man glanced at Jack, and then believing what Jack had told him, grabbed the dagger preparing himself take it out. Jack's hand however stopped him. Jack had placed his hand parallel to the man's chest, holding the dagger in.
"I told you it would be better to take it out, but it doesn't mean, I'm going to let you. At least not without a price," Jack smiled sardonically.
"What do you want then?" The man gasped.
"Lets see...hmm..."
"Hurry up, what do you want to know?" The man was wheezing now.
"Well sense you used your time to try to kill my friend, I figured you wouldn't mind waiting." Jack snarled. "I want to know your name, first."
"It is Colom Brian, but most know me as The Giant."
"The giant. It is truly amazing how they come up with those names, huh?" Jack replied. "Who do you work for Mr. Brian?"
"I don't know" Colom answered.
"You don't know, well that's rich." Jack laughed. "The Giant doesn't know who he works for."
"Look I'm just paid though letters, and my directions of whom I am to kill are usually with my payment. That's all I do."
"Alright them Mr. Brian, you go back to wherever you came from, wait for your little note and payment, and then when you get it, you come back and deliver it to me, savvy?" Jack grinned at the use of his favorite word.
"S...sure. But where will I know to meet you?" Colom stuttered.
"Ah well lucky for you, I'm in town on other business, so you can meet me on my ship. The Black Pearl."
"The Black Pearl? You're Jack Sparrow? The infamous Jack Sparrow?" Colom's mouth flapped up and down like a fish without water.
"Aye, and don't forget what I told you, bring the letter to me unopened." Jack demanded.
"Can I take the dagger out now Mr. Sparrow?"
"What? Oh yes, fine. I will be needing it back anyway." Jack gripped the dagger and yanked it out of the man. He screamed high-pitched, which sounded odd from a man nicknamed for a giant. "Now if you'll leave I have some things to attend to." He glanced at Anamaria lying on the cool pavement. "Oh, and Mr. Brian..."
"Yeah?" Colom questioned.
"It's Captain. The infamous Captain Jack Sparrow."
Colom nodded, then staggered to a standing position and used the wall to support himself out of the alley and back on to the dimly lit streets of Tortuga.
Jack watched him go, and then turned to kneel beside Anamaria. She seemed almost pale from the faint glow of the streetlamps, finding their way into the dark alley. Jack leaned down softly to pick her up, not like he had earlier today on the Pearl. He didn't throw her over one shoulder as she screamed and kicked. Instead he gently lifted her from the ground like he was carrying a babe.
She made a soft noise, that Jack would have never expected coming from her. It was almost like a whimpering of a small-lost puppy. Jack figured with her in this state, and his head not feeling well after the crack it had given when Colom threw him into the brick wall, it would be a better idea if he rented a place for them to sleep.
So Jack walked to the nearest inn he could find, that didn't have drunks and whores falling out of windows. It was not easy to find such an inn, especially while carrying an unconscious woman in his arms. The great thing about Tortuga, however, was no one ever gave you a bad look, no matter how weird things might appear to be.
Jack sighed at the sight of the small, hopefully cheap inn in which he stood in front of. He glanced at Anamaria's face and started walking, without his usual staggering of course, for the fear he might drop Anamaria.
When Jack had paid for the room, he carried Anamaria into it and set her onto the bed. He glanced around for some kind of rag to wipe the blood away from her face. However, the room was barren, so he untied the bandanna from around his forehead. He stared at it for a second, then started to gently wipe the blood from her face and matted hair. She groaned slightly as the bandanna touched on the gash that ran along her hairline.
When Jack finished, he glanced around again, this time searching for anything he could use to rap around her head to stop the blood from running down her sleeping face. He came up empty again, so he ripped off a portion of his sleeve. Jack wrapped it around Anamaria's head, and then turned to set his won hat and now bloody bandanna on the only piece of furniture in the room aside form the bed. Finally, he tucked her in, like how he remembered his mother used to when he was young.
As he lay down beside her on the tight little bed he hummed the only tune he could remember. The song Elizabeth had taught him on the island. The song he heard Annamaria humming to herself this morning. He really did need to find out the bloody name, but for now he just called it 'The Really Bad Eggs Song'.
So as Jack hummed 'The Really Bad Eggs Song' he prayed to no one in particular, that Annamaria would be all right come morning. That the stupid giant, would remember his promise, and Jack would find out who was behind this. And finally Jack prayed as he lay beside Anamaria that if she woke before him, she would not kill him without letting him at least try to explain.
Hollaiuar: I'm glad you like my story, and I updated as soon as possible for you. Hope you like this chapter as well. Thanks a bunch!
Kazfuego: I'm glad you like the way I narrate stuff. It is kinda different, I know. But I guess that is just me. So here is an update for you too. Hope you like this chapter as much as the other one. (
Amber Myst: Many, many, many thanks for helping me with Anamaria's name, and I didn't even know that I was blocking anonymous reviews. Thank you for telling me. Thanks for reading it! Ta...
Thanks to my reviewers, I hope to get more of you soon! But thanks for reading my story regardless. -Rachel
Before I start, let me remind you I don't own any of the characters, settings, and so on in Pirates of the Caribbean, except for the ones I make up...sooner or later. I am not getting paid for this either, it is pure pleasure.
Enjoy ______________________________________________________________________
Taking Your Chances
Growling and Praying
Jack was running faster than he ever had in his life. He had heard the scream, which he knew came from Anamaria's mouth. How he knew it, he wished he himself knew, but as soon as it rang in his ears Jack was sure it was Anamaria's.
He was frightened for one of the first times in his life. Not just because if something happened to her, his guilt would overcome him, but some part of him wouldn't be able to bare it if Anamaria was hurt. He usually shoved this feeling, or whatever it was deep down, hidden inside of him. This time was different, it seemed like it was helping Jack find his way to Anamaria.
When he had left her near the island, he thought that after a few hours he would swing by and pick her up. Instead it seemed that in only 2 hours of being stranded, she had escaped the island and was probably on her way to Tortuga. Now, at least he knew she was in Tortuga.
As Jack pealed around another corner, sprinting down the street, his braids clinking together like the tick tock of a clock. Jack flew by houses, making them seem like blurs, until he reached a dark alley, the feeling that seemed to be haunting him told him to go down it.
Jack slowed his pace enough to catch his breath incase there was more than one brute he might have to fight in order to save Annamaria. What Jack saw was a man on top of Anamaria, practically choking the life from her. Her eyes were closed but Jack could tell she was still alive.
The man had yet to see Jack behind him, and Jack's eyes were burning like the furies of hell into the back of the large man's unfortunately shaped head. Before Jack could calm himself, enough to be reasonable, he leaped for the man and tackled him, pinning him to the ground.
That didn't last long, as the man gave a roar and shoved Jack back, hard. Jack flew through the air and hit the side of a house with an audible crack. As he stood again, shaking his head to get rid of the butterflies that seemed to be dancing within his line of vision. Jack let out what sounded like a menacing dog growl and pulled out the dagger, William had given him on his last visit to Port Royal.
This time the man was the first one to make a move. He lifted his arms as if he were trying to hug Jack. Confused Jack stepped back just in time to move out of the way of his giant arms coming down and smashing into the pavement. Suddenly Jack realized that this man was not some drunken pirate who was just looking to fight someone. No, whatever this man was, he was trained to kill.
The last move that the man had done however had given Jack an idea. "Come on you bloody oaf, betcha couldn't hit me with that move, even if I stood still." Jack prodded.
The man let out an enraged sound and lifted his arms high above Jack's head. That's when Jack took action, he ran full faced into the man, his head only reaching a little below his chest area, and impelling the dagger into the man's stomach.
Not a fatal wound, Jack knew, but it heart like hell. Breathing hard the man fell to his knees moaning, gripping the dagger, contemplating on whether or not he should take it out.
Jack sauntered with his usual sag over to the man, "It would be better to take it out, so it doesn't cause anymore damage, mate."
The man glanced at Jack, and then believing what Jack had told him, grabbed the dagger preparing himself take it out. Jack's hand however stopped him. Jack had placed his hand parallel to the man's chest, holding the dagger in.
"I told you it would be better to take it out, but it doesn't mean, I'm going to let you. At least not without a price," Jack smiled sardonically.
"What do you want then?" The man gasped.
"Lets see...hmm..."
"Hurry up, what do you want to know?" The man was wheezing now.
"Well sense you used your time to try to kill my friend, I figured you wouldn't mind waiting." Jack snarled. "I want to know your name, first."
"It is Colom Brian, but most know me as The Giant."
"The giant. It is truly amazing how they come up with those names, huh?" Jack replied. "Who do you work for Mr. Brian?"
"I don't know" Colom answered.
"You don't know, well that's rich." Jack laughed. "The Giant doesn't know who he works for."
"Look I'm just paid though letters, and my directions of whom I am to kill are usually with my payment. That's all I do."
"Alright them Mr. Brian, you go back to wherever you came from, wait for your little note and payment, and then when you get it, you come back and deliver it to me, savvy?" Jack grinned at the use of his favorite word.
"S...sure. But where will I know to meet you?" Colom stuttered.
"Ah well lucky for you, I'm in town on other business, so you can meet me on my ship. The Black Pearl."
"The Black Pearl? You're Jack Sparrow? The infamous Jack Sparrow?" Colom's mouth flapped up and down like a fish without water.
"Aye, and don't forget what I told you, bring the letter to me unopened." Jack demanded.
"Can I take the dagger out now Mr. Sparrow?"
"What? Oh yes, fine. I will be needing it back anyway." Jack gripped the dagger and yanked it out of the man. He screamed high-pitched, which sounded odd from a man nicknamed for a giant. "Now if you'll leave I have some things to attend to." He glanced at Anamaria lying on the cool pavement. "Oh, and Mr. Brian..."
"Yeah?" Colom questioned.
"It's Captain. The infamous Captain Jack Sparrow."
Colom nodded, then staggered to a standing position and used the wall to support himself out of the alley and back on to the dimly lit streets of Tortuga.
Jack watched him go, and then turned to kneel beside Anamaria. She seemed almost pale from the faint glow of the streetlamps, finding their way into the dark alley. Jack leaned down softly to pick her up, not like he had earlier today on the Pearl. He didn't throw her over one shoulder as she screamed and kicked. Instead he gently lifted her from the ground like he was carrying a babe.
She made a soft noise, that Jack would have never expected coming from her. It was almost like a whimpering of a small-lost puppy. Jack figured with her in this state, and his head not feeling well after the crack it had given when Colom threw him into the brick wall, it would be a better idea if he rented a place for them to sleep.
So Jack walked to the nearest inn he could find, that didn't have drunks and whores falling out of windows. It was not easy to find such an inn, especially while carrying an unconscious woman in his arms. The great thing about Tortuga, however, was no one ever gave you a bad look, no matter how weird things might appear to be.
Jack sighed at the sight of the small, hopefully cheap inn in which he stood in front of. He glanced at Anamaria's face and started walking, without his usual staggering of course, for the fear he might drop Anamaria.
When Jack had paid for the room, he carried Anamaria into it and set her onto the bed. He glanced around for some kind of rag to wipe the blood away from her face. However, the room was barren, so he untied the bandanna from around his forehead. He stared at it for a second, then started to gently wipe the blood from her face and matted hair. She groaned slightly as the bandanna touched on the gash that ran along her hairline.
When Jack finished, he glanced around again, this time searching for anything he could use to rap around her head to stop the blood from running down her sleeping face. He came up empty again, so he ripped off a portion of his sleeve. Jack wrapped it around Anamaria's head, and then turned to set his won hat and now bloody bandanna on the only piece of furniture in the room aside form the bed. Finally, he tucked her in, like how he remembered his mother used to when he was young.
As he lay down beside her on the tight little bed he hummed the only tune he could remember. The song Elizabeth had taught him on the island. The song he heard Annamaria humming to herself this morning. He really did need to find out the bloody name, but for now he just called it 'The Really Bad Eggs Song'.
So as Jack hummed 'The Really Bad Eggs Song' he prayed to no one in particular, that Annamaria would be all right come morning. That the stupid giant, would remember his promise, and Jack would find out who was behind this. And finally Jack prayed as he lay beside Anamaria that if she woke before him, she would not kill him without letting him at least try to explain.
Hollaiuar: I'm glad you like my story, and I updated as soon as possible for you. Hope you like this chapter as well. Thanks a bunch!
Kazfuego: I'm glad you like the way I narrate stuff. It is kinda different, I know. But I guess that is just me. So here is an update for you too. Hope you like this chapter as much as the other one. (
Amber Myst: Many, many, many thanks for helping me with Anamaria's name, and I didn't even know that I was blocking anonymous reviews. Thank you for telling me. Thanks for reading it! Ta...
Thanks to my reviewers, I hope to get more of you soon! But thanks for reading my story regardless. -Rachel