Disclaimer: Still don't own the wonderful Jack Sparrow, or anyone/anything
else associated with Disney. I wish I did, though.
AN: Wow, not a lot of reviews for this story. I usually have more than 12 reviews, but maybe people are getting tired of me and my work...hmm. Well, for those of you who have actually read and reviewed this story, thanks, and if you can contact anyone else who likes my work, let them know this story is up! Thanks!
Chapter 3: Caught:
Jack's POV:
Three days after getting robbed, Jack was still in Port Cain, drinking rum at a run-down tavern. He was still upset about getting his purse stolen, and desperately wanted to catch whoever did it. For the past three days he had tried asking around about the female thief, but it seemed that every woman in town had a gray dress and a large straw hat.
In other words, his search had proved useless.
Thoroughly frustrated, the pirate captain had tried drinking himself stupid, but it hadn't helped; he was obsessed with finding out who had robbed him, but didn't know why. He had been robbed several times before, and it had never bothered him...why would he obsess over it now? At the moment, he was situated in a bar, and it was because of that thief that he was currently trying to drink himself off his chair at three o' clock in the afternoon. Shaking his head at himself, Jack finished off another bottle of rum, listening in on other conversations from the dark corner that mostly hid him from sight.
"Did ye hear?" one barmaid whispered nearby. "The Black Pearl is here!"
Another server squealed. "That means that Captain Jack Sparrow is here, too! Do you think we'll meet him?"
The first barmaid laughed. "Of course!" she exclaimed. "Wherever the Black Pearl is, Jack Sparrow is sure to be close by!" The two women then proceeded to head into the back room for more drinks.
Jack sat up straight in his seat, slapping himself in the forehead with the palm of his hand. How could he have been so stupid?! Of course people would know he was here, if the Pearl was here! If that thief had targeted him on purpose, there was a good chance that they were hiding out until he and the Pearl left port. That would mean he wouldn't be able to catch them, unless...
Jack suddenly smiled as he tossed some coins onto the table before heading out of the tavern and towards the docks.
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"And that's what we're going to do!" Jack said proudly. Looking at his crewmembers, he clearly saw what they were thinking...which was that their captain was off his rocker.
"Uh, Cap'n..." Mr. Gibbs said, raising his hand. "What exactly has got ye so obsessed with catchin' this here thief?"
"Aye, she's just like every other pickpocket in the world," Annamaria said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why go after her?"
Jack frowned at his crew. "Question, mates," he said, waving his arms around at all of them. "Who's the captain of this ship?" The rest of the crew looked a bit uneasy. "Well?" he asked, once again waving his arms around.
"You are, sir," said another crewman, called Notch.
"That's right!" Jack exclaimed. "And what I say goes, savvy? So are ye going to do what I say, or not?!"
"Let's go over the plan again," said Annamaria. "Ye want us to sail off and leave ye here, all alone, for a day, just so you can catch a pickpocket?"
"No, I want ye to take the Pearl off and come back later tonight, where I'll meet ye whether I catch the pickpocket or not," Jack retorted, his tone impatient.
"So you want us to leave you to try and find a pickpocket that you've never seen the face of?" Annamaria asked, looking both shocked and appalled.
"I don't need to see her face, Anna, because if she's poor enough to risk robbing a pirate, she's probably not rich enough to afford a lot of clothes," Jack retorted. "She'll be wearing that outfit a lot, and someday I'll spot her. I just need ye to leave so that she'll come out of hiding."
"Is that really a good idea, Cap'n?" Mr. Gibbs asked. He shut up as Jack glared at him.
"I've given ye orders, Gibbs, and I expect ye to follow them, savvy?" Jack asked his crew. They all nodded at him, and Jack picked up and donned his coat, hat, cutlass, and pistol before glancing over his crew. "Don't forget, meet me at the docks after midnight." The crew nodded again as their captain turned and left.
An hour later, the Black Pearl sailed out of Port Cain, leaving their captain alone in the port city.
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Angela's POV:
It had been three days since she had robbed Captain Jack Sparrow, and Angela was still afraid of being caught. However, after three days of being locked up in her small hut, she felt a spout of cabin fever coming on. If she didn't get out soon, she knew she'd go mad!
On the third night after her theft, she was fed up with her voluntary confinement. Deciding to take some action, Angela readied her scrying tools, fully intent on finding out whether or not the Pearl had left yet. A moment later, she was staring into the bowl, and the sight presented to her nearly made her jump for joy.
The Black Pearl was gone!
After double checking for it and still finding it gone, she really did jump for joy, jarring the bowl so hard that water splashed over the edge and onto the table. She didn't care, though; the Pearl was gone, and so was Captain Sparrow! She could now go out and have some fun!
Once again wearing her gray dress and straw hat, Angela headed out of her hut, intent on doing some late-night shopping.
*~*~*~*
It was a fairly late, nearly midnight, when Angela had finished with her small shopping expedition. She had met with a thread merchant, exchanging a packet of cold mixture for some black thread to mend her clothes. Now she was on her way to get a drink from one of the numerous local taverns, the Golden Sails, which had the best and cheapest ale in town. The young witch also chose the Golden Sails because it was the only tavern where she could show her face without people staring and whispering about her, mostly because all of the prostitutes and men that frequented there occasionally bought birth-preventing herbs from her. In return for her help, Angela sometimes got her ale extra cheap, since people kept coming back after finding out that they didn't have to worry about the whores getting with child. Shaking her head, she walked in through the door of the tavern, a wall of smoke and alcohol scents slamming into her face.
'Now I remember why I don't drink here that often,' Angela thought, letting her nose adjust to the smells assaulting it. A moment later, she looked and saw several barmaids subtly wave to her over the bar. Taking that as a good sign, she began heading towards it, but halted when she spotted who was also looking at her from the bar...
It was Captain Jack Sparrow.
Scared out of her wits, Angela took the opportunity to turn and race out of the bar, hoping that the pirate captain wouldn't be able to follow her. Picking up the hem of her dress, Angela raced home.
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Jack's POV:
Drinking down his second mug of rum, Jack set the empty vessel down on the bar, waving the server away when she made to refill it. The idea of Jack Sparrow refusing a refill of rum was an odd thing, in and of itself, but him refusing a refill after only his second mug? That was unheard of! Still, who could blame him? He had been hoping that he would run into that pickpocket again, but he hadn't, and the crew would be coming to pick him up any minute now. Just as he was getting up to head for the docks to meet the Pearl, he saw his thief, doing a double take just to be sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.
Well, he thought it was her. She was wearing the same dress and hat that the thief had, but he hadn't expected her to be so...different. He had expected an old woman, or at least a very young girl, to be dressed so shabbily and to be stealing his purse; he hadn't expected a young woman! Her old straw hat was settled on loose night-black hair, which fell to the middle of her back. Bright violet eyes stared out from under the straw, sparkling against a face which held a golden tint to it, probably courtesy of an Asian family member somewhere. The sudden fear and recognition that filled those purple orbs was enough to shock him out of his assessment of her; she recognized him and that meant that she was the one he was looking for! However, just as he blinked his eyes, she was out the door, running. Cursing, Jack flipped a coin onto the bar, racing after his thief.
Ten minutes later, the pirate was panting as he raced up a small hill, a small gray blur ahead of him. He watched as she disappeared into a small, run-down hut with a patchy roof. Stopping to catch his breath and formulate a plan, Jack analyzed the hut. The walls were plastered, but were so old that the plaster was falling off in large pieces, making it so that the bricks underneath were visible. The roof badly needed to be redone, and even the door and windows looked like they needed some work.
Jack frowned, trying to formulate a plan. The windows were too small to fit through, but the door looked like it would cave in with a single kick. His mind made up, Jack drew out his cutlass. Taking a deep breath, Jack stalked up to the door and kicked it in; the door fell to the ground with a muffled 'thud,' and Jack took a quick look around. A quick look was all he needed; with the hut being so small, he easily found her, standing in the middle of the hut, her hat on the floor and her hair flying around her head, making her appear mad. Jack looked her in the eye, his cutlass in his hand, pointing at her chest with the moonlight glittering off of the cold steel.
"I think ye owe me some money, lass," he growled. He saw the young woman gulp.
"I can pay it back!" she cried, holding her hands up in defense. "I have all of it, I swear!"
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he asked, skeptical. "Where is it?" The woman reached into her dress and pulled out a small pouch, tossing it to him. He caught it and tested its weight; he frowned. "Some of it's missing," he commented, tucking the pouch into his coat.
She stared at him. "How do you know?" she timidly asked.
Jack looked at her. "I'm a pirate," he remarked, as though stating the obvious. "We always know how much we're carrying by its weight." Looking the girl up and down for a moment, he motioned with his sword. "Come on, let's go. The Pearl will be here any minute, and we need to meet it."
Her eyes widened. "What?" she cried. "You're not taking me with you!"
Jack grinned nastily. "Well, ye don't really have a choice, now do ye?" he asked. "No, ye have to learn to never mess with pirates. Now come on, time's running short." He motioned again with the sword. "Ye really don't want me using this, now, do ye?" The woman gulped before moving towards the door. "By the way, luv, what's yer name?"
"Angela," she whispered as they stepped out the door and into the night.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Angela's POV:
She had never been so terrified in her entire life. Even when the entire neighborhood had whispered against her in London, she hadn't been so scared. When she had spotted Captain Sparrow in that bar, her heart had nearly stopped. Even as she raced for her home, she'd thought she had lost him in the streets, hoping that he would give up and not follow her any further. Angela had then raced into her hut, slamming the door behind her as she caught her breath, thoroughly believing in her safety. When Captain Sparrow had come bursting into her hut a moment after she did, she thought she would die of fright. Then, when he had pointed his sword at her, she tried to use her powers to knock the cutlass away, but it hadn't worked! Her powers had never failed her before, but for some reason, they hadn't protected her this night!
It was that last part that really unnerved her. Her family's powers never left them defenseless, unless something was meant to happen to them, or to someone they were helping. The end result was that she was now being led towards the docks with nothing but the clothes on her back and a pirate captain with a sharp sword preventing her escape.
As they neared the docks, Angela caught sight of an eerie black ship sailing through the harbor, its black sails billowing in the pale moonlight. The sight made her hair stand on end as she remembered the feeling that it had given her three days previous. Only one ship had ever done such a thing to her senses.
The Black Pearl was returning for its captain, and its crew wasn't going to take the robbing of their captain very lightly.
As the ship docked and lowered the gangplank, Captain Sparrow ushered her onboard, staying between her and the plank as he escorted her away from her only means of escape.
"Raise the gangplank!" he ordered. "Annamaria, get us out of here! Gibbs, I want my cabin lit and warm by the time I'm done with this here pickpocket!"
"Aye, aye, sir!" cried a male and female voice as Angela was taken down below deck.
*~*~*~*
Not long afterwards, Angela was in a small cabin, barely large enough for a few articles of furniture. To a person looking in from the doorway, the bed stood at the back of the cabin, a small desk and chair on the left, and a small chest fit under the bed. A small window was over the bed. Angela wasn't enjoying the small view, though. She sat on the bed while the captain stood in front of her, his cutlass now hanging on his hip, his pistol opposite it. His arms were crossed, his already dark brown eyes were nearly black as he glazed down at her. In the little light there was coming from the single candle standing in a holder on the desk, Angela could see anger and frustration in his eyes. As she looked towards her hands, the pirate captain began to speak.
"Ye have some nerve robbing a pirate, lass," he said, shifting his weight from his right foot to the left.
Angela looked up and saw him glaring at her. "I'm sorry," she simpered, trying to shrink from his gaze. "I didn't know I was robbing you, Captain Sparrow, really I didn't! I just needed some money to get by for a little while. If I'd known it was you, I wouldn't have done it, I swear!"
"That's no excuse," Captain Sparrow replied, his tone angry. "To pay off yer crime and the money that's missing, you'll be working here on the Pearl until I see fit to free ye, got it?"
Her head snapped up. "But that's not fair!" she cried, standing up.
"That's where you're wrong, lass," Captain Sparrow said, the anger still in his voice, a hint of annoyance also evident. "You robbed a pirate, a pirate captain, to be precise, and you need to know that doing so is not a good idea. So, until I can think of a decent chore for you to do, you'll be staying in here."
With those final words, the pirate captain turned and left, shutting the door behind him. A click of the lock seemed to seal her fate as his footsteps faded down the hallway. Alone with her thoughts, the young witch lay herself down on the bed, curling up into a small ball to cry herself to sleep.
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AN: A somewhat shorter chapter this time, but that's okay. I'm kind of disappointed that no one is reading and reviewing this story. I'll probably keep writing it, though, just to get my ideas out there. It's just that reviews make me and my muses happy, so if you read this, please review! If not for me, than for my poor muses, who tend to get sad without encouragement. Thanks!
AN: Wow, not a lot of reviews for this story. I usually have more than 12 reviews, but maybe people are getting tired of me and my work...hmm. Well, for those of you who have actually read and reviewed this story, thanks, and if you can contact anyone else who likes my work, let them know this story is up! Thanks!
Chapter 3: Caught:
Jack's POV:
Three days after getting robbed, Jack was still in Port Cain, drinking rum at a run-down tavern. He was still upset about getting his purse stolen, and desperately wanted to catch whoever did it. For the past three days he had tried asking around about the female thief, but it seemed that every woman in town had a gray dress and a large straw hat.
In other words, his search had proved useless.
Thoroughly frustrated, the pirate captain had tried drinking himself stupid, but it hadn't helped; he was obsessed with finding out who had robbed him, but didn't know why. He had been robbed several times before, and it had never bothered him...why would he obsess over it now? At the moment, he was situated in a bar, and it was because of that thief that he was currently trying to drink himself off his chair at three o' clock in the afternoon. Shaking his head at himself, Jack finished off another bottle of rum, listening in on other conversations from the dark corner that mostly hid him from sight.
"Did ye hear?" one barmaid whispered nearby. "The Black Pearl is here!"
Another server squealed. "That means that Captain Jack Sparrow is here, too! Do you think we'll meet him?"
The first barmaid laughed. "Of course!" she exclaimed. "Wherever the Black Pearl is, Jack Sparrow is sure to be close by!" The two women then proceeded to head into the back room for more drinks.
Jack sat up straight in his seat, slapping himself in the forehead with the palm of his hand. How could he have been so stupid?! Of course people would know he was here, if the Pearl was here! If that thief had targeted him on purpose, there was a good chance that they were hiding out until he and the Pearl left port. That would mean he wouldn't be able to catch them, unless...
Jack suddenly smiled as he tossed some coins onto the table before heading out of the tavern and towards the docks.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"And that's what we're going to do!" Jack said proudly. Looking at his crewmembers, he clearly saw what they were thinking...which was that their captain was off his rocker.
"Uh, Cap'n..." Mr. Gibbs said, raising his hand. "What exactly has got ye so obsessed with catchin' this here thief?"
"Aye, she's just like every other pickpocket in the world," Annamaria said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why go after her?"
Jack frowned at his crew. "Question, mates," he said, waving his arms around at all of them. "Who's the captain of this ship?" The rest of the crew looked a bit uneasy. "Well?" he asked, once again waving his arms around.
"You are, sir," said another crewman, called Notch.
"That's right!" Jack exclaimed. "And what I say goes, savvy? So are ye going to do what I say, or not?!"
"Let's go over the plan again," said Annamaria. "Ye want us to sail off and leave ye here, all alone, for a day, just so you can catch a pickpocket?"
"No, I want ye to take the Pearl off and come back later tonight, where I'll meet ye whether I catch the pickpocket or not," Jack retorted, his tone impatient.
"So you want us to leave you to try and find a pickpocket that you've never seen the face of?" Annamaria asked, looking both shocked and appalled.
"I don't need to see her face, Anna, because if she's poor enough to risk robbing a pirate, she's probably not rich enough to afford a lot of clothes," Jack retorted. "She'll be wearing that outfit a lot, and someday I'll spot her. I just need ye to leave so that she'll come out of hiding."
"Is that really a good idea, Cap'n?" Mr. Gibbs asked. He shut up as Jack glared at him.
"I've given ye orders, Gibbs, and I expect ye to follow them, savvy?" Jack asked his crew. They all nodded at him, and Jack picked up and donned his coat, hat, cutlass, and pistol before glancing over his crew. "Don't forget, meet me at the docks after midnight." The crew nodded again as their captain turned and left.
An hour later, the Black Pearl sailed out of Port Cain, leaving their captain alone in the port city.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Angela's POV:
It had been three days since she had robbed Captain Jack Sparrow, and Angela was still afraid of being caught. However, after three days of being locked up in her small hut, she felt a spout of cabin fever coming on. If she didn't get out soon, she knew she'd go mad!
On the third night after her theft, she was fed up with her voluntary confinement. Deciding to take some action, Angela readied her scrying tools, fully intent on finding out whether or not the Pearl had left yet. A moment later, she was staring into the bowl, and the sight presented to her nearly made her jump for joy.
The Black Pearl was gone!
After double checking for it and still finding it gone, she really did jump for joy, jarring the bowl so hard that water splashed over the edge and onto the table. She didn't care, though; the Pearl was gone, and so was Captain Sparrow! She could now go out and have some fun!
Once again wearing her gray dress and straw hat, Angela headed out of her hut, intent on doing some late-night shopping.
*~*~*~*
It was a fairly late, nearly midnight, when Angela had finished with her small shopping expedition. She had met with a thread merchant, exchanging a packet of cold mixture for some black thread to mend her clothes. Now she was on her way to get a drink from one of the numerous local taverns, the Golden Sails, which had the best and cheapest ale in town. The young witch also chose the Golden Sails because it was the only tavern where she could show her face without people staring and whispering about her, mostly because all of the prostitutes and men that frequented there occasionally bought birth-preventing herbs from her. In return for her help, Angela sometimes got her ale extra cheap, since people kept coming back after finding out that they didn't have to worry about the whores getting with child. Shaking her head, she walked in through the door of the tavern, a wall of smoke and alcohol scents slamming into her face.
'Now I remember why I don't drink here that often,' Angela thought, letting her nose adjust to the smells assaulting it. A moment later, she looked and saw several barmaids subtly wave to her over the bar. Taking that as a good sign, she began heading towards it, but halted when she spotted who was also looking at her from the bar...
It was Captain Jack Sparrow.
Scared out of her wits, Angela took the opportunity to turn and race out of the bar, hoping that the pirate captain wouldn't be able to follow her. Picking up the hem of her dress, Angela raced home.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Jack's POV:
Drinking down his second mug of rum, Jack set the empty vessel down on the bar, waving the server away when she made to refill it. The idea of Jack Sparrow refusing a refill of rum was an odd thing, in and of itself, but him refusing a refill after only his second mug? That was unheard of! Still, who could blame him? He had been hoping that he would run into that pickpocket again, but he hadn't, and the crew would be coming to pick him up any minute now. Just as he was getting up to head for the docks to meet the Pearl, he saw his thief, doing a double take just to be sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.
Well, he thought it was her. She was wearing the same dress and hat that the thief had, but he hadn't expected her to be so...different. He had expected an old woman, or at least a very young girl, to be dressed so shabbily and to be stealing his purse; he hadn't expected a young woman! Her old straw hat was settled on loose night-black hair, which fell to the middle of her back. Bright violet eyes stared out from under the straw, sparkling against a face which held a golden tint to it, probably courtesy of an Asian family member somewhere. The sudden fear and recognition that filled those purple orbs was enough to shock him out of his assessment of her; she recognized him and that meant that she was the one he was looking for! However, just as he blinked his eyes, she was out the door, running. Cursing, Jack flipped a coin onto the bar, racing after his thief.
Ten minutes later, the pirate was panting as he raced up a small hill, a small gray blur ahead of him. He watched as she disappeared into a small, run-down hut with a patchy roof. Stopping to catch his breath and formulate a plan, Jack analyzed the hut. The walls were plastered, but were so old that the plaster was falling off in large pieces, making it so that the bricks underneath were visible. The roof badly needed to be redone, and even the door and windows looked like they needed some work.
Jack frowned, trying to formulate a plan. The windows were too small to fit through, but the door looked like it would cave in with a single kick. His mind made up, Jack drew out his cutlass. Taking a deep breath, Jack stalked up to the door and kicked it in; the door fell to the ground with a muffled 'thud,' and Jack took a quick look around. A quick look was all he needed; with the hut being so small, he easily found her, standing in the middle of the hut, her hat on the floor and her hair flying around her head, making her appear mad. Jack looked her in the eye, his cutlass in his hand, pointing at her chest with the moonlight glittering off of the cold steel.
"I think ye owe me some money, lass," he growled. He saw the young woman gulp.
"I can pay it back!" she cried, holding her hands up in defense. "I have all of it, I swear!"
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he asked, skeptical. "Where is it?" The woman reached into her dress and pulled out a small pouch, tossing it to him. He caught it and tested its weight; he frowned. "Some of it's missing," he commented, tucking the pouch into his coat.
She stared at him. "How do you know?" she timidly asked.
Jack looked at her. "I'm a pirate," he remarked, as though stating the obvious. "We always know how much we're carrying by its weight." Looking the girl up and down for a moment, he motioned with his sword. "Come on, let's go. The Pearl will be here any minute, and we need to meet it."
Her eyes widened. "What?" she cried. "You're not taking me with you!"
Jack grinned nastily. "Well, ye don't really have a choice, now do ye?" he asked. "No, ye have to learn to never mess with pirates. Now come on, time's running short." He motioned again with the sword. "Ye really don't want me using this, now, do ye?" The woman gulped before moving towards the door. "By the way, luv, what's yer name?"
"Angela," she whispered as they stepped out the door and into the night.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Angela's POV:
She had never been so terrified in her entire life. Even when the entire neighborhood had whispered against her in London, she hadn't been so scared. When she had spotted Captain Sparrow in that bar, her heart had nearly stopped. Even as she raced for her home, she'd thought she had lost him in the streets, hoping that he would give up and not follow her any further. Angela had then raced into her hut, slamming the door behind her as she caught her breath, thoroughly believing in her safety. When Captain Sparrow had come bursting into her hut a moment after she did, she thought she would die of fright. Then, when he had pointed his sword at her, she tried to use her powers to knock the cutlass away, but it hadn't worked! Her powers had never failed her before, but for some reason, they hadn't protected her this night!
It was that last part that really unnerved her. Her family's powers never left them defenseless, unless something was meant to happen to them, or to someone they were helping. The end result was that she was now being led towards the docks with nothing but the clothes on her back and a pirate captain with a sharp sword preventing her escape.
As they neared the docks, Angela caught sight of an eerie black ship sailing through the harbor, its black sails billowing in the pale moonlight. The sight made her hair stand on end as she remembered the feeling that it had given her three days previous. Only one ship had ever done such a thing to her senses.
The Black Pearl was returning for its captain, and its crew wasn't going to take the robbing of their captain very lightly.
As the ship docked and lowered the gangplank, Captain Sparrow ushered her onboard, staying between her and the plank as he escorted her away from her only means of escape.
"Raise the gangplank!" he ordered. "Annamaria, get us out of here! Gibbs, I want my cabin lit and warm by the time I'm done with this here pickpocket!"
"Aye, aye, sir!" cried a male and female voice as Angela was taken down below deck.
*~*~*~*
Not long afterwards, Angela was in a small cabin, barely large enough for a few articles of furniture. To a person looking in from the doorway, the bed stood at the back of the cabin, a small desk and chair on the left, and a small chest fit under the bed. A small window was over the bed. Angela wasn't enjoying the small view, though. She sat on the bed while the captain stood in front of her, his cutlass now hanging on his hip, his pistol opposite it. His arms were crossed, his already dark brown eyes were nearly black as he glazed down at her. In the little light there was coming from the single candle standing in a holder on the desk, Angela could see anger and frustration in his eyes. As she looked towards her hands, the pirate captain began to speak.
"Ye have some nerve robbing a pirate, lass," he said, shifting his weight from his right foot to the left.
Angela looked up and saw him glaring at her. "I'm sorry," she simpered, trying to shrink from his gaze. "I didn't know I was robbing you, Captain Sparrow, really I didn't! I just needed some money to get by for a little while. If I'd known it was you, I wouldn't have done it, I swear!"
"That's no excuse," Captain Sparrow replied, his tone angry. "To pay off yer crime and the money that's missing, you'll be working here on the Pearl until I see fit to free ye, got it?"
Her head snapped up. "But that's not fair!" she cried, standing up.
"That's where you're wrong, lass," Captain Sparrow said, the anger still in his voice, a hint of annoyance also evident. "You robbed a pirate, a pirate captain, to be precise, and you need to know that doing so is not a good idea. So, until I can think of a decent chore for you to do, you'll be staying in here."
With those final words, the pirate captain turned and left, shutting the door behind him. A click of the lock seemed to seal her fate as his footsteps faded down the hallway. Alone with her thoughts, the young witch lay herself down on the bed, curling up into a small ball to cry herself to sleep.
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AN: A somewhat shorter chapter this time, but that's okay. I'm kind of disappointed that no one is reading and reviewing this story. I'll probably keep writing it, though, just to get my ideas out there. It's just that reviews make me and my muses happy, so if you read this, please review! If not for me, than for my poor muses, who tend to get sad without encouragement. Thanks!