I am running out of things to say in the author's notes . . . this is
really sad. There are two options though: I can ramble on and on about
stupid things, or I could get straight to the story. And the votes are in .
. . continue with the story is the winner!
Oh yeah and I have decided to make Jack about 30 in this fic . . . I know he isn't really, but in my story Kat is about 21-23 and that makes it less of an age difference . . . besides I just want to anyway.
~*~*~*~ Last chapter: "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.
~*~ Kat should never have done what she had done, but it was too late now. She would have to bear the weight of her mistakes, and somehow find a way to continue. First off, she had to make amends with Jack, because there was no way that she would be able to survive the entire voyage to wherever they were headed in the midst of all the filth around her. Also, her chances of survival were much greater if she could somehow get back on the good side of the ship's captain.
Kat got to her feet quickly, forgetting her surroundings. Her already bruised and abused head screamed in pain as it collided with the sharp metal bars. Cursing under her breath, Kat sat back down and waited. She waited for hours and hours, until finally a lone candle flame snaked its way down the creaky ladder, bouncing around and growing larger and larger.
"Hello?" she questioned uncertainly to the approaching figure. "I, I need to be taken to the captain. Right away. Can you help me?"
The man only laughed under his breath, saying, "Hmmph. Tha's a good un. Ye, thinking ye'll be allowed ter leave 'ere, after wha' ye did ter tha cap'n. Hmmph." He placed a dented metal plate on the floor, and it floated for a minute before Kat snatched it up, shoving it mouthful by mouthful down her throat.
Before the man left, Kat stuttered, "Wait! Wait! I wanted to see the captain to . . . apologize!" she said the last word with a disdain oozing from every syllable.
For what seemed like an eternity, the man contemplated her situation, before replying "I s'pose . . . but ye'll 'ave to be 'andcuffed the 'ole time."
Kat did a mental victory dance, fighting to control her excitement, and reminding herself to stay cool and remember that the worst part of the battle was yet to come. The man walked over to unlock Kat's cell door and then cuffed her hands, leading her up the steep ladder and catching her when she stumbled.
The bright afternoon light left Kat blinking, but she was soon plunged into semi-darkness again as she crossed the sun bathed deck and entered through the other set of double doors, into Jack's cabin.
Inside, the room had undergone a magnificent transformation. Now, the deep red velvet curtains were drawn shut, all of the delicate objects and decorations that had been scattered about the room were either shattered on the floor or nowhere to be found. There was no light but a single candle, burning low on the desk. Circled around the bed were AnnaMaria, Mr. Gibbs, and a surgeon, all staring down at the figure in the bed and looking grim.
Kat gasped; she had never meant to seriously hurt anyone, she had just been angry. Within a second, she was kneeling beside the bed, looking as worried as everyone else.
"Please," Kat begged earnestly, "give me a moment with him. I- have some unfinished business here." The others looked at her with suspicion reflecting in their eyes, but finally rose to their feet and left Kat and Jack alone.
As soon as the doors closed, Kat inspected the damage she had done. Jack's face was heavily bruised, and he sported two black eyes, along with various cuts and scrapes. Did I do all of this? Kat was horrified at her own strength, and decided it was the least she could do to take care of Jack until he could at least see out of one of his swollen, purple eyes.
Kat reached out a trembling finger and tenderly stroked the side of Jack's face, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind his ear. In her other hand, Kat held Jack's hand, which was equally bruised after it had been used to protect his head.
In a bucket of clean, warm water near the bedside table, Kat found a damp rag, which she used to sponge off the dried blood from Jack's face and arms. After the rag was blood soaked and his face was clean, Kat diced up chunks of meat to lie across the bruises and prevent further swelling.
A tear trickled slowly down Kat's cheek, and she wished she could take back everything she had done to him. Quietly, she whispered under her breath, "I'm so sorry. For everything. Honestly. I know it may not mean much to you, but I really do mean it . . ." Kat trailed off.
It started with a hum, but little by little, she sang louder and louder, the same haunting melody as before.
~*~ The raucous yet peaceful crashing of the waves against the figurehead of the Black Pearl combined with the pleading cries of the seagulls and the flapping of the sails was enough to calm the most troubled of pirates, and Captain Jack Sparrow was no exception.
As he lay back casually, propped up by the many pillows, he listened to Kat sing and forgot all his problems, losing himself in her melodious yet wraithlike harmony.
~*~ Kat lay back on the couch, close by the bed so she could keep one eye on Jack. She closed her eyes, still singing, and didn't notice that Jack was awake and watching her, unworried by her presence.
After a moment, she stopped singing, and was jolted into reality by a familiar voice. "Very good, lass." Jack smiled at her, clapping his hands quietly.
Kat flinched as Jack clapped his hands the first time, expecting to be hit or threatened, but when she realized that Jack had been sincere, she only sat, eyes sending out mistrustful glances and mouth gaping. "But, what about last night?" Kat questioned, squinting her eyes.
Jack's eyebrows shot up towards his hairline and he winked, smiling suggestively. "Wha' abou' las' night, luv?"
Kat gasped and pulled back her hand, about to slap him, before she remembered not only that it would be wrong to hit an injured man, but that similar actions had earned her a trip to the brig before. In spite of how distracting she found Jack's look, she tried shakily to continue. "'Lock 'er in the brig'" she quoted, stuttering slightly.
In reaction, Jack only tiled his head, not understanding what she meant. He motioned with his free hand for her to continue, but Kat couldn't speak because of confusion. She struggled for words for a moment, before simply running a finger along her cheek. Jack did the same and winced, biting his lip and turning his head when he saw that his finger, as well as the bandage on his chest and the recently-fresh sheets, was now soaked with blood.
Again, Kat turned her cheek and squinted her eyes, expecting a beating. But it never came. When she opened her eyes, Kat just saw Jack, still sitting in the bed, and giving her a look of self-importance and concern. Kat wasn't sure which, though. She blinked at him, trying to look as if nothing had happened.
Shaking his head, Jack ignored her strange reaction. What is wrong with this girl? She seemed normal when I met her . . . he thought to himself before shaking off the uneasy feeling it gave him. "Got tha' from stayin' with tha' royal navy. No' very nice with prisoners." Jack smirked ironically, thinking and neither are pirates, too bad for you. His eyes glazed over at this last thought, and Kat pouted at him in an annoyed way. I just know you're thinking dirty thoughts, Jack Sparrow, and if you would admit to yourself that you know where those bruises really came from, it would be in your best interest to stop.
"But-" Kat protested, before she was cut off.
"I know, give credit te those tha' ave earned it," Jack added. Oh no, Kat felt her mind spinning rapidly out of control at the prospect of what he might do to her now. Now I'm really going to get it. "Ye did slap me, once or twice. No matter." Why does she look so guilty? Jack thought. She hasn't done anything, not that I know of. Of course, she really was the one that hit me, but, she doesn't belong in the brig for that . . . she's sorry, and when I woke up this morning, she was singing . . . that same song as before . . .
~*~*~*~ Another short chapter, I know. Sorry, I'll write a longer one next time, R&R, you all know the drill. But this time, if you review, leave me with an idea for what to do with the story (I already have a basic plan: they are going on an adventure, Kat starts to like Jack, the royal navy gets mixed up in it, and Jack gets the opportunity to prove himself. I can't tell you any more, because that would ruin the story, but that is the basic idea.) or give me constructive criticism. I love that stuff. Complements are cool to though. (
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Oh yeah and I have decided to make Jack about 30 in this fic . . . I know he isn't really, but in my story Kat is about 21-23 and that makes it less of an age difference . . . besides I just want to anyway.
~*~*~*~ Last chapter: "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.
~*~ Kat should never have done what she had done, but it was too late now. She would have to bear the weight of her mistakes, and somehow find a way to continue. First off, she had to make amends with Jack, because there was no way that she would be able to survive the entire voyage to wherever they were headed in the midst of all the filth around her. Also, her chances of survival were much greater if she could somehow get back on the good side of the ship's captain.
Kat got to her feet quickly, forgetting her surroundings. Her already bruised and abused head screamed in pain as it collided with the sharp metal bars. Cursing under her breath, Kat sat back down and waited. She waited for hours and hours, until finally a lone candle flame snaked its way down the creaky ladder, bouncing around and growing larger and larger.
"Hello?" she questioned uncertainly to the approaching figure. "I, I need to be taken to the captain. Right away. Can you help me?"
The man only laughed under his breath, saying, "Hmmph. Tha's a good un. Ye, thinking ye'll be allowed ter leave 'ere, after wha' ye did ter tha cap'n. Hmmph." He placed a dented metal plate on the floor, and it floated for a minute before Kat snatched it up, shoving it mouthful by mouthful down her throat.
Before the man left, Kat stuttered, "Wait! Wait! I wanted to see the captain to . . . apologize!" she said the last word with a disdain oozing from every syllable.
For what seemed like an eternity, the man contemplated her situation, before replying "I s'pose . . . but ye'll 'ave to be 'andcuffed the 'ole time."
Kat did a mental victory dance, fighting to control her excitement, and reminding herself to stay cool and remember that the worst part of the battle was yet to come. The man walked over to unlock Kat's cell door and then cuffed her hands, leading her up the steep ladder and catching her when she stumbled.
The bright afternoon light left Kat blinking, but she was soon plunged into semi-darkness again as she crossed the sun bathed deck and entered through the other set of double doors, into Jack's cabin.
Inside, the room had undergone a magnificent transformation. Now, the deep red velvet curtains were drawn shut, all of the delicate objects and decorations that had been scattered about the room were either shattered on the floor or nowhere to be found. There was no light but a single candle, burning low on the desk. Circled around the bed were AnnaMaria, Mr. Gibbs, and a surgeon, all staring down at the figure in the bed and looking grim.
Kat gasped; she had never meant to seriously hurt anyone, she had just been angry. Within a second, she was kneeling beside the bed, looking as worried as everyone else.
"Please," Kat begged earnestly, "give me a moment with him. I- have some unfinished business here." The others looked at her with suspicion reflecting in their eyes, but finally rose to their feet and left Kat and Jack alone.
As soon as the doors closed, Kat inspected the damage she had done. Jack's face was heavily bruised, and he sported two black eyes, along with various cuts and scrapes. Did I do all of this? Kat was horrified at her own strength, and decided it was the least she could do to take care of Jack until he could at least see out of one of his swollen, purple eyes.
Kat reached out a trembling finger and tenderly stroked the side of Jack's face, brushing a few loose strands of hair behind his ear. In her other hand, Kat held Jack's hand, which was equally bruised after it had been used to protect his head.
In a bucket of clean, warm water near the bedside table, Kat found a damp rag, which she used to sponge off the dried blood from Jack's face and arms. After the rag was blood soaked and his face was clean, Kat diced up chunks of meat to lie across the bruises and prevent further swelling.
A tear trickled slowly down Kat's cheek, and she wished she could take back everything she had done to him. Quietly, she whispered under her breath, "I'm so sorry. For everything. Honestly. I know it may not mean much to you, but I really do mean it . . ." Kat trailed off.
It started with a hum, but little by little, she sang louder and louder, the same haunting melody as before.
~*~ The raucous yet peaceful crashing of the waves against the figurehead of the Black Pearl combined with the pleading cries of the seagulls and the flapping of the sails was enough to calm the most troubled of pirates, and Captain Jack Sparrow was no exception.
As he lay back casually, propped up by the many pillows, he listened to Kat sing and forgot all his problems, losing himself in her melodious yet wraithlike harmony.
~*~ Kat lay back on the couch, close by the bed so she could keep one eye on Jack. She closed her eyes, still singing, and didn't notice that Jack was awake and watching her, unworried by her presence.
After a moment, she stopped singing, and was jolted into reality by a familiar voice. "Very good, lass." Jack smiled at her, clapping his hands quietly.
Kat flinched as Jack clapped his hands the first time, expecting to be hit or threatened, but when she realized that Jack had been sincere, she only sat, eyes sending out mistrustful glances and mouth gaping. "But, what about last night?" Kat questioned, squinting her eyes.
Jack's eyebrows shot up towards his hairline and he winked, smiling suggestively. "Wha' abou' las' night, luv?"
Kat gasped and pulled back her hand, about to slap him, before she remembered not only that it would be wrong to hit an injured man, but that similar actions had earned her a trip to the brig before. In spite of how distracting she found Jack's look, she tried shakily to continue. "'Lock 'er in the brig'" she quoted, stuttering slightly.
In reaction, Jack only tiled his head, not understanding what she meant. He motioned with his free hand for her to continue, but Kat couldn't speak because of confusion. She struggled for words for a moment, before simply running a finger along her cheek. Jack did the same and winced, biting his lip and turning his head when he saw that his finger, as well as the bandage on his chest and the recently-fresh sheets, was now soaked with blood.
Again, Kat turned her cheek and squinted her eyes, expecting a beating. But it never came. When she opened her eyes, Kat just saw Jack, still sitting in the bed, and giving her a look of self-importance and concern. Kat wasn't sure which, though. She blinked at him, trying to look as if nothing had happened.
Shaking his head, Jack ignored her strange reaction. What is wrong with this girl? She seemed normal when I met her . . . he thought to himself before shaking off the uneasy feeling it gave him. "Got tha' from stayin' with tha' royal navy. No' very nice with prisoners." Jack smirked ironically, thinking and neither are pirates, too bad for you. His eyes glazed over at this last thought, and Kat pouted at him in an annoyed way. I just know you're thinking dirty thoughts, Jack Sparrow, and if you would admit to yourself that you know where those bruises really came from, it would be in your best interest to stop.
"But-" Kat protested, before she was cut off.
"I know, give credit te those tha' ave earned it," Jack added. Oh no, Kat felt her mind spinning rapidly out of control at the prospect of what he might do to her now. Now I'm really going to get it. "Ye did slap me, once or twice. No matter." Why does she look so guilty? Jack thought. She hasn't done anything, not that I know of. Of course, she really was the one that hit me, but, she doesn't belong in the brig for that . . . she's sorry, and when I woke up this morning, she was singing . . . that same song as before . . .
~*~*~*~ Another short chapter, I know. Sorry, I'll write a longer one next time, R&R, you all know the drill. But this time, if you review, leave me with an idea for what to do with the story (I already have a basic plan: they are going on an adventure, Kat starts to like Jack, the royal navy gets mixed up in it, and Jack gets the opportunity to prove himself. I can't tell you any more, because that would ruin the story, but that is the basic idea.) or give me constructive criticism. I love that stuff. Complements are cool to though. (
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