A/N Thanks for all the reviews, gives me the inspiration I need to keep
writing. Let me remind you one more time, this is not mine, it belongs to
Disney. But you probably already knew that. Anyway on with the next
chapter. Enjoy.
Chapter Twelve.
I stood there for a few moments, trying to fight back the shivers that were tingling down my back. It was certainly not a nice tingle.
"Young missy shouldn't be wonderin' the ship alone." He said, in his sneering voice. I refused to look at him, I kept staring out into the blackness, clutching the gold telescope in my freezing sweaty hand, just hoping he wouldn't notice it. If Jack caught me stealing, I'd be big trouble. That was one thing Roberto had always admired about pirates, their code. It appeared stealing off one another was simply not permitted.
His grip on my shoulder tightened, as my first clenched. I couldn't ignore him for much longer.
"Shouldn't you be. . .be steering the ship?" I asked, as politely as I could.
He grinned in the dark, his rotting teeth glimmering yellow in the moonlight. He didn't answer. I tried to move away from him but he wouldn't let me.
"Let go off me." I said, softly.
He laughed softly, it echoed evilly in the darkness. "Does Jack know that you've got his telescope?" He asked.
I didn't answer, there was no need, he already knew.
"I've just borrowed it."
"Without permission?" He tutted.
I laughed softly. "And how much rum have you taken from the stores 'without permission'?" I demanded. But as soon as I said it I realised I'd gone to far.
He pushed me round so that we were face to face, his eyes flashed angrily. "They'll be no talk like that missy." He said, menacingly. There was a threatening edge to his voice, and my heart skipped a few beats as he spoke. His hand gently brushed my cheek, I wanted to shout out, but who would I call for? If Jack came he'd probably kill me for stealing, so I stayed quiet and turned away. He pushed me roughly round to face him once more.
"Roberto will save me." I said, out of instinct. It was the line I used whenever Jack got too heavy, or the crew stepped over the mark. It was a comfort line, and I wished rather then believed it to be true.
"He shall kill you." I threatened.
He laughed. "Not if I kill him first, eh, Missy?"
I stared down at the deck, unable to form a response. What if Roberto was killed? Then I would be stuck on this ship forever. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. "Jack will kill Roberto, if I don't."
"What?" I shook my head in confusion. "Why? Why is killing Roberto so important to you?"
"When he chose to dabble with the Black Pearl, he chose the wrong ship." Barbossa told me, sneeringly.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I said, simply.
"Well, we can soon remedy that!" He pushed me towards the stairs. My first thought was he is taking me to his cabin. I repelled, tried to run, but he had hold of me. He dragged me down the ladder to the lower deck. As he pulled me, I caught a glimpse of Jack's door. It didn't matter what he did to me for stealing, it was bound to be better then what Barbossa had in store.
"Jack!" I screamed at the top of my voice. Barbossa was so shocked, he slackened the grip slightly. He had been expecting me to be so scared of Jack that wouldn't make a noise. But however much Jack scared me, it was Barbossa of whom I was truly afraid.
I tried to scream again, but he was prepared, and his dirty rotten hand slipped tightly over my mouth. I struggled to breath as he dragged me away, my bare feet scraping along the cabin. Just as I had given up hope Jack's door opened, one of the women stepped out, covering herself with a sheet, followed by Jack, who was topless. He had a bullet wound on his right shoulder, and a 'p' branded into his arm. He looked at me in the arms of Barbossa with a mixture of horror and amusement.
The woman slipped away down the hall embarrassed.
"What's going on?" Jack asked, in his slurring voice.
"I caught this little viper on deck with this." He forced my hand into the air, revealing the gold telescope, though it was barely visible in the dark. His hand almost crushed mine, causing me to drop the telescope in pain. It clanged to the floor, followed by silence. An ominous silence.
And that unfathomable look spread across Jack's face. I couldn't work out what he was thinking. Whether he believed Barbossa or not, whether he was angry, disappointed, or just annoyed that his woman had got away.
Barbossa watched with me a look of pure hate, before it had been lust, now it was a longing for revenge. He was the sort of man who desired power, and would not stand being made of a fool of. Or indeed being beaten by a woman.
And as I sit here, and remember his face it fills me with sadness, and regret. For I shall never see him again. I have but an hour left of life on this pitiable place. An hour is no time at all when you think about it. But that's all I have, an hour. I stare out at the guards, and they look back confused. Why am I not crying, begging for life, desperately trying to escape? Why do I not look angry, or depressed? Well, I have learnt to hide my feelings, and as I stare at them with that unfathomable look and laugh. It 's good when people don't understand you. If they don't understand you, they don't know you, and if they don't know you they can't possibly know what you are thinking, or planning next. I learnt that off Jack.
Chapter Twelve.
I stood there for a few moments, trying to fight back the shivers that were tingling down my back. It was certainly not a nice tingle.
"Young missy shouldn't be wonderin' the ship alone." He said, in his sneering voice. I refused to look at him, I kept staring out into the blackness, clutching the gold telescope in my freezing sweaty hand, just hoping he wouldn't notice it. If Jack caught me stealing, I'd be big trouble. That was one thing Roberto had always admired about pirates, their code. It appeared stealing off one another was simply not permitted.
His grip on my shoulder tightened, as my first clenched. I couldn't ignore him for much longer.
"Shouldn't you be. . .be steering the ship?" I asked, as politely as I could.
He grinned in the dark, his rotting teeth glimmering yellow in the moonlight. He didn't answer. I tried to move away from him but he wouldn't let me.
"Let go off me." I said, softly.
He laughed softly, it echoed evilly in the darkness. "Does Jack know that you've got his telescope?" He asked.
I didn't answer, there was no need, he already knew.
"I've just borrowed it."
"Without permission?" He tutted.
I laughed softly. "And how much rum have you taken from the stores 'without permission'?" I demanded. But as soon as I said it I realised I'd gone to far.
He pushed me round so that we were face to face, his eyes flashed angrily. "They'll be no talk like that missy." He said, menacingly. There was a threatening edge to his voice, and my heart skipped a few beats as he spoke. His hand gently brushed my cheek, I wanted to shout out, but who would I call for? If Jack came he'd probably kill me for stealing, so I stayed quiet and turned away. He pushed me roughly round to face him once more.
"Roberto will save me." I said, out of instinct. It was the line I used whenever Jack got too heavy, or the crew stepped over the mark. It was a comfort line, and I wished rather then believed it to be true.
"He shall kill you." I threatened.
He laughed. "Not if I kill him first, eh, Missy?"
I stared down at the deck, unable to form a response. What if Roberto was killed? Then I would be stuck on this ship forever. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. "Jack will kill Roberto, if I don't."
"What?" I shook my head in confusion. "Why? Why is killing Roberto so important to you?"
"When he chose to dabble with the Black Pearl, he chose the wrong ship." Barbossa told me, sneeringly.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I said, simply.
"Well, we can soon remedy that!" He pushed me towards the stairs. My first thought was he is taking me to his cabin. I repelled, tried to run, but he had hold of me. He dragged me down the ladder to the lower deck. As he pulled me, I caught a glimpse of Jack's door. It didn't matter what he did to me for stealing, it was bound to be better then what Barbossa had in store.
"Jack!" I screamed at the top of my voice. Barbossa was so shocked, he slackened the grip slightly. He had been expecting me to be so scared of Jack that wouldn't make a noise. But however much Jack scared me, it was Barbossa of whom I was truly afraid.
I tried to scream again, but he was prepared, and his dirty rotten hand slipped tightly over my mouth. I struggled to breath as he dragged me away, my bare feet scraping along the cabin. Just as I had given up hope Jack's door opened, one of the women stepped out, covering herself with a sheet, followed by Jack, who was topless. He had a bullet wound on his right shoulder, and a 'p' branded into his arm. He looked at me in the arms of Barbossa with a mixture of horror and amusement.
The woman slipped away down the hall embarrassed.
"What's going on?" Jack asked, in his slurring voice.
"I caught this little viper on deck with this." He forced my hand into the air, revealing the gold telescope, though it was barely visible in the dark. His hand almost crushed mine, causing me to drop the telescope in pain. It clanged to the floor, followed by silence. An ominous silence.
And that unfathomable look spread across Jack's face. I couldn't work out what he was thinking. Whether he believed Barbossa or not, whether he was angry, disappointed, or just annoyed that his woman had got away.
Barbossa watched with me a look of pure hate, before it had been lust, now it was a longing for revenge. He was the sort of man who desired power, and would not stand being made of a fool of. Or indeed being beaten by a woman.
And as I sit here, and remember his face it fills me with sadness, and regret. For I shall never see him again. I have but an hour left of life on this pitiable place. An hour is no time at all when you think about it. But that's all I have, an hour. I stare out at the guards, and they look back confused. Why am I not crying, begging for life, desperately trying to escape? Why do I not look angry, or depressed? Well, I have learnt to hide my feelings, and as I stare at them with that unfathomable look and laugh. It 's good when people don't understand you. If they don't understand you, they don't know you, and if they don't know you they can't possibly know what you are thinking, or planning next. I learnt that off Jack.