Okay!! I'm on a roll! Three chapters in one weekend! I think I'll be
writing a few more this weekend too, because I have a four day weekend and
not really anything better to do. Besides, this is way more fun anyway.
Enjoy this chapter and leave me a pretty little review when you're done with it! Pweeeeze Pweeeeeeze Pweeeeze wif a chewwie on top?
~*~*~*~ We left off at: Kat was thrown carelessly to the decks, and she winced in pain, wishing and praying with all her mind that she could be somewhere else, anywhere else. She was bruised all over, tired, and not to mention on an unknown pirate ship. She lay in a heap, refusing to move or look up. A steady thunk, thunk, thunk, sound got louder and louder, reverberating off a pair of boots hitting the deck with every step, coming closer until they were directly before her. Kat moaned pitifully, trying to act her way into some better treatment. Kat had always been a good actress.
A heavily ringed, tanned and dirty hand reached down and cupped her chin gently, lifting and tilting her head to face upwards.
When Kat saw the face looking back at her, she froze, anger and shock coursing through her sore body. The last tear she had left after the events of the night trickled down her muddy cheek, and she managed a weak "Y-y-you . . . , I-I-I, b-but . . . Will . . . f-friend?" before she fainted, deadly still at Jack Sparrow's feet.
~*~ Jack stared blankly at the limp form in front of him and sighed. Bending down, he gently lifted the sleeping Kat into his arms and carried her into his quarters.
Jack lit a dim oil lamp with his free hand and laid Kat on his bed. For a moment, he sat there unmoving, content to simply stare at the beautiful thing before him. After all these years . . . he thought to himself, I finally found what I'm looking for. No more blind searching.
Rising from his desk chair, he crossed to the door, went outside, and locked the door behind him, reminding himself that it would only be until they were safely away from any help.
~*~ Slosh. Swish, thud. Blub, blub, blub. Swish, slosh. Blub, blub, thud, creak.
The sounds of the ship lolling about beneath her calmed Kat, and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, blocking out everything but the serenity she now felt in her mind. A moment later, the agony that plagued her tortured soul returned, along with a pounding headache and the painful realization of where she really was and how she got there.
Reluctantly, Kat pried open each eye, taking in her surroundings. The room around her was dimly lit, and in one corner lay a mahogany desk, cluttered hopelessly with a collection of maps, charts, and a sturdy ship's log. She was lying on a large, deep red velvet bed, also with a mahogany frame, complete with curtains and pillows to match the bedspread. Various other furniture lay strewn about the room, but with a sort of quirky order to it.
Kat sat up and looked to her left as well, but as soon as she had, she regretted it. Quickly flopping back down and closing her eyes, Kat hoped that Jack Sparrow hadn't noticed she was awake yet. No such luck, however.
"G'mornin, luv," Jack declared good-naturedly, lifting his hat from over his chocolaty brown eyes. Kat chose not to respond to his greeting. "Aright then, don' talk te me, lass. S'yer loss anywa'"
There was a moment of silence, and Jack shrugged, but then Kat sat up again, leaning heavily on her wrists. "How could you?" she pleaded, softly at first. "I never liked you much from the beginning, but I never thought that you would do something like this. You said you were Will's friend." Kat fought not to let herself cry again, but it was a losing battle.
"Hmmmph!" Jack grunted amusedly, and then continued. "Tha' was an odd thing te think, luv." He seemed lost for words, so he finished lamely "can't imagine wha' put tha' idea in yer pretty lil 'ead."
Kat's mouth fell open, and she sat for a minute, completely taken aback. Her mind felt miles behind reality, and she had no idea how to react to this statement. In a flash, she found her voice and her strength, and in the same instant she hurled a large, intricate glass and gold clock directly at Jack's head, shouting "Get out!!!! Get out get out get OUT!!!!!!" Kat shrieked at the top of her lungs until her voice cracked and sent her in to an unstoppable bout of coughing.
Jack was jolted unpleasantly out of his daze as a large clock shattered on the wall, just inches from his head. "'Ey!!!" Jack shouted, not understanding what he had done to provoke this reaction. "Wha' was tha' fer?" Picking up his had and coat, he threw his arms over his head and sprinted from the room, deciding to let Kat have her fit without endangering himself.
~*~ Elizabeth slipped her narrow feet into a pair of slippers and opened the door slowly and quietly, making sure not to wake the still-sleeping Will. Padding softly down the richly carpeted hallway, she knocked on the door to Kat's room.
She waited a while, but after a minute or two of no answer, she folder over the edge of the carpet, removing a hidden key from beneath a loose floorboard. Elizabeth opened the door slowly, and what she saw inside her sister's bedroom was a surprise that she was entirely unprepared for.
The spare key dropped to the ground, from out of Elizabeth's hand to the floor in less than a second. Soon to follow it was Elizabeth herself.
Blinking slowly, Elizabeth got to her feet and ran back to her own room.
"Will!" she shrieked. "It's Kat! She's gone! Someone's kidnapped her! Come quickly! Get the guards!"
Before a minute had passed, the entire Swann household had crammed into the spacious room, stepping tentatively around the clutter of the floor. "Look," Elizabeth continued sadly, "everything has been knocked over. Someone came in here, and then they took her away. And look outside!" she crossed to the French doors, stepping around the toppled chairs and torn down curtains. "There's her necklace. She loves that thing. I know she would never take that off. Besides, the grass and the other plants there are trampled. She's gone . . ." tears began to trickle down Elizabeth's cheeks, and Will came over to comfort her while the guards sent a messenger to the fort. By afternoon, every ship in the royal navy would be in open waters, searching until Kat was found.
~*~ Out on deck, Jack stood at the wheel, directing the crew, deaf to the pounding and crashing coming from the double doors leading to his quarters.
Overhead, sails flapped in the wind and masts creaked, swinging from side to side and stretching the ropes that held everything together. Ahhhhh, the sounds of the open ocean, Jack thought to himself, sighing contentedly. I guess its safe to let the Kat out of the bag now that we're far enough away from the port.
~*~ Kat threw herself against the double doors again and again, gritting her teeth against the pain. For what felt like the millionth time, she took a few steps backward and ran again, only this time, instead of her bruised shoulder hitting against hard wood, she proceeded to fly through the doors. For a moment, only shock and exhilaration filled her mind, that is, until she hit the deck and skidded ten yards, rubbing the skin of her arm raw.
Nearby, Jack stood with his arms crossed, snickering cruelly. For a moment, he did nothing, but then he crossed over to her and offered her his hand, trying to keep a straight face. In response, Kat spit in his face and pushed him, only to continue her assault on him.
The crew stood by, unsure of whether or not to help their captain, trying to get to an angle where they could safely pull Kat away without causing themselves any harm. Feet and fists flew, pummeling every inch of flesh they could reach. Jack held up one arm to cover his face, and with the other, he tried to reach for something to drive her off with.
When she had had enough, Kat drew back, out of breath, and was quickly surrounded by the crew. Jack stumbled backward, holding one hand against his throbbing cheek, cursing under his breath.
"Lock 'er up," he slurred angrily, pointing over to the second set of double doors; the ones that lead to the mess hall, the crew's quarters, and the brig. Shuffling through his many pockets, he flung a set of bronze keys to the floor and swaggered back to his quarters, slamming the double doors behind him with a bang.
Kat stared, unable to grasp the weight of what she had just done, but she was quickly dragged away by two crew members, through the set of double doors, and below decks. The stench there was overpowering; Kat had to fight to keep herself from throwing up all over the front of her already filthy nightgown. After being forced to wade the length of the ship through almost a foot of filthy water, Kat was thrown into a crude metal cage with nowhere to sit or sleep, no food, and no light.
As soon as she heard the door close, Kat dropped to the ground and cried, harder than she had ever cried before. Could things possibly be any worse? She thought to herself.
She didn't know how long she sat there, but after a while, she decided to make an oath to herself. No matter what, she would not give up, she would be strong, and she had shed her last tear for now. It was time to become the girl she was as a child again.
~*~*~*~ I've got one thing to say to you guys . . . R&R!!! You know what that means . . . press the pretty little button! You know you want to . . . .
Enjoy this chapter and leave me a pretty little review when you're done with it! Pweeeeze Pweeeeeeze Pweeeeze wif a chewwie on top?
~*~*~*~ We left off at: Kat was thrown carelessly to the decks, and she winced in pain, wishing and praying with all her mind that she could be somewhere else, anywhere else. She was bruised all over, tired, and not to mention on an unknown pirate ship. She lay in a heap, refusing to move or look up. A steady thunk, thunk, thunk, sound got louder and louder, reverberating off a pair of boots hitting the deck with every step, coming closer until they were directly before her. Kat moaned pitifully, trying to act her way into some better treatment. Kat had always been a good actress.
A heavily ringed, tanned and dirty hand reached down and cupped her chin gently, lifting and tilting her head to face upwards.
When Kat saw the face looking back at her, she froze, anger and shock coursing through her sore body. The last tear she had left after the events of the night trickled down her muddy cheek, and she managed a weak "Y-y-you . . . , I-I-I, b-but . . . Will . . . f-friend?" before she fainted, deadly still at Jack Sparrow's feet.
~*~ Jack stared blankly at the limp form in front of him and sighed. Bending down, he gently lifted the sleeping Kat into his arms and carried her into his quarters.
Jack lit a dim oil lamp with his free hand and laid Kat on his bed. For a moment, he sat there unmoving, content to simply stare at the beautiful thing before him. After all these years . . . he thought to himself, I finally found what I'm looking for. No more blind searching.
Rising from his desk chair, he crossed to the door, went outside, and locked the door behind him, reminding himself that it would only be until they were safely away from any help.
~*~ Slosh. Swish, thud. Blub, blub, blub. Swish, slosh. Blub, blub, thud, creak.
The sounds of the ship lolling about beneath her calmed Kat, and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, blocking out everything but the serenity she now felt in her mind. A moment later, the agony that plagued her tortured soul returned, along with a pounding headache and the painful realization of where she really was and how she got there.
Reluctantly, Kat pried open each eye, taking in her surroundings. The room around her was dimly lit, and in one corner lay a mahogany desk, cluttered hopelessly with a collection of maps, charts, and a sturdy ship's log. She was lying on a large, deep red velvet bed, also with a mahogany frame, complete with curtains and pillows to match the bedspread. Various other furniture lay strewn about the room, but with a sort of quirky order to it.
Kat sat up and looked to her left as well, but as soon as she had, she regretted it. Quickly flopping back down and closing her eyes, Kat hoped that Jack Sparrow hadn't noticed she was awake yet. No such luck, however.
"G'mornin, luv," Jack declared good-naturedly, lifting his hat from over his chocolaty brown eyes. Kat chose not to respond to his greeting. "Aright then, don' talk te me, lass. S'yer loss anywa'"
There was a moment of silence, and Jack shrugged, but then Kat sat up again, leaning heavily on her wrists. "How could you?" she pleaded, softly at first. "I never liked you much from the beginning, but I never thought that you would do something like this. You said you were Will's friend." Kat fought not to let herself cry again, but it was a losing battle.
"Hmmmph!" Jack grunted amusedly, and then continued. "Tha' was an odd thing te think, luv." He seemed lost for words, so he finished lamely "can't imagine wha' put tha' idea in yer pretty lil 'ead."
Kat's mouth fell open, and she sat for a minute, completely taken aback. Her mind felt miles behind reality, and she had no idea how to react to this statement. In a flash, she found her voice and her strength, and in the same instant she hurled a large, intricate glass and gold clock directly at Jack's head, shouting "Get out!!!! Get out get out get OUT!!!!!!" Kat shrieked at the top of her lungs until her voice cracked and sent her in to an unstoppable bout of coughing.
Jack was jolted unpleasantly out of his daze as a large clock shattered on the wall, just inches from his head. "'Ey!!!" Jack shouted, not understanding what he had done to provoke this reaction. "Wha' was tha' fer?" Picking up his had and coat, he threw his arms over his head and sprinted from the room, deciding to let Kat have her fit without endangering himself.
~*~ Elizabeth slipped her narrow feet into a pair of slippers and opened the door slowly and quietly, making sure not to wake the still-sleeping Will. Padding softly down the richly carpeted hallway, she knocked on the door to Kat's room.
She waited a while, but after a minute or two of no answer, she folder over the edge of the carpet, removing a hidden key from beneath a loose floorboard. Elizabeth opened the door slowly, and what she saw inside her sister's bedroom was a surprise that she was entirely unprepared for.
The spare key dropped to the ground, from out of Elizabeth's hand to the floor in less than a second. Soon to follow it was Elizabeth herself.
Blinking slowly, Elizabeth got to her feet and ran back to her own room.
"Will!" she shrieked. "It's Kat! She's gone! Someone's kidnapped her! Come quickly! Get the guards!"
Before a minute had passed, the entire Swann household had crammed into the spacious room, stepping tentatively around the clutter of the floor. "Look," Elizabeth continued sadly, "everything has been knocked over. Someone came in here, and then they took her away. And look outside!" she crossed to the French doors, stepping around the toppled chairs and torn down curtains. "There's her necklace. She loves that thing. I know she would never take that off. Besides, the grass and the other plants there are trampled. She's gone . . ." tears began to trickle down Elizabeth's cheeks, and Will came over to comfort her while the guards sent a messenger to the fort. By afternoon, every ship in the royal navy would be in open waters, searching until Kat was found.
~*~ Out on deck, Jack stood at the wheel, directing the crew, deaf to the pounding and crashing coming from the double doors leading to his quarters.
Overhead, sails flapped in the wind and masts creaked, swinging from side to side and stretching the ropes that held everything together. Ahhhhh, the sounds of the open ocean, Jack thought to himself, sighing contentedly. I guess its safe to let the Kat out of the bag now that we're far enough away from the port.
~*~ Kat threw herself against the double doors again and again, gritting her teeth against the pain. For what felt like the millionth time, she took a few steps backward and ran again, only this time, instead of her bruised shoulder hitting against hard wood, she proceeded to fly through the doors. For a moment, only shock and exhilaration filled her mind, that is, until she hit the deck and skidded ten yards, rubbing the skin of her arm raw.
Nearby, Jack stood with his arms crossed, snickering cruelly. For a moment, he did nothing, but then he crossed over to her and offered her his hand, trying to keep a straight face. In response, Kat spit in his face and pushed him, only to continue her assault on him.
The crew stood by, unsure of whether or not to help their captain, trying to get to an angle where they could safely pull Kat away without causing themselves any harm. Feet and fists flew, pummeling every inch of flesh they could reach. Jack held up one arm to cover his face, and with the other, he tried to reach for something to drive her off with.
When she had had enough, Kat drew back, out of breath, and was quickly surrounded by the crew. Jack stumbled backward, holding one hand against his throbbing cheek, cursing under his breath.
"Lock 'er up," he slurred angrily, pointing over to the second set of double doors; the ones that lead to the mess hall, the crew's quarters, and the brig. Shuffling through his many pockets, he flung a set of bronze keys to the floor and swaggered back to his quarters, slamming the double doors behind him with a bang.
Kat stared, unable to grasp the weight of what she had just done, but she was quickly dragged away by two crew members, through the set of double doors, and below decks. The stench there was overpowering; Kat had to fight to keep herself from throwing up all over the front of her already filthy nightgown. After being forced to wade the length of the ship through almost a foot of filthy water, Kat was thrown into a crude metal cage with nowhere to sit or sleep, no food, and no light.
As soon as she heard the door close, Kat dropped to the ground and cried, harder than she had ever cried before. Could things possibly be any worse? She thought to herself.
She didn't know how long she sat there, but after a while, she decided to make an oath to herself. No matter what, she would not give up, she would be strong, and she had shed her last tear for now. It was time to become the girl she was as a child again.
~*~*~*~ I've got one thing to say to you guys . . . R&R!!! You know what that means . . . press the pretty little button! You know you want to . . . .