Chapter 3

Thinking all of this, she had been distracted and did not notice that there was someone being chased down the street by soldiers. Pretty soon people were going every which way and somehow she had gotten trapped in the middle of this chaos. Someone behind her pushed her hard by accident, not noticing that she was there. She fell down hard and her head slammed right into a rock that just happened to be sitting there on the side of the street. Her mind blanked and she was unconscious.

A man dressed in brown trousers and a white shirt with brown hair slicked back out of his way was walking through the chaotic street headed back to his blacksmith shop, he was returning from dropping off a pair of silver candlesticks at one of the more wealthy establishments. In his pocket he had a little bag containing his earnings for the package.

He started walking slower, after he mingled in the crowd and noticed that there had been some commotion in the street. Being used to dealing with problems like that, he was not too surprised and he moved over to the side of the street. As he was walking he tripped on something. He looked down to see what it was and he was startled.

Lying on the side of the street was a young woman, who looked about eighteen or nineteen. She was wearing a regular white dress, which was now smeared with dirt from the ground. She looked like she was not rich, except for the comb in her hair that he supposed would be worth a lot of money. He checked her pulse, she was alive all right, but she was unconscious.

Being the Good Samaritan that he is, he picked her up and decided to take her to his place. He could find out who she was and what happened to her. Holding her in his strong arms, he looked at her face. She was actually very pretty. Some of her dark brown hair fell away from her face, exposing a bloody forehead. She must have hit her head hard, he thought to himself.

Soon he made it to his shop, which had a sign that read 'Turner, Blacksmith'. He opened the door and pushed it open with his back. Closing the door behind him, he carried the girl upstairs to a living room where he placed her laying down on a red velvet sofa.

"Will! I have a surprise for you..." his wife said, her smile changing to a frown when she saw the girl on the couch. She had long brown hair resting on her shoulders and she was wearing a crème colored dress. "Who is that?"

"I don't know, Elizabeth. I found her laying in the street unconscious." he explained.

"So I see ye are still the Good Samaritan, savin' lasses in distress." a familiar husky voice noted from the next room.

Will walked over into the parlor room, where he found his old friend resting in a chair with his hat on the table in front of him and some rum in a mug that she supposed Elizabeth gave to him.

"Jack! What brings you here? Don't they still have a price on your head?" Will exclaimed.

"Aye, but that won't stop me from visitin' old friends." he said grinning. "After all, I am Captain Jack Sparrow."

"Where are your crew and the Pearl?" Will asked, completely forgetting about the girl who was lying on his couch.

"Anchored on the other side of the island where the navy won't see it." he replied. "Now, what about the lass?"

"Oh, right." Will said, walking over to the couch, his wife following behind.

Jack sat back and propped his feet up on the table, taking the mug of rum and finishing it off. He was happy to see old faces again, the memories of their adventure still fresh in his mind. Those were fun times.

"I wonder who she is." Elizabeth commented, looking at the girl. She brushed back her hair. "Oh dear, she is bleeding. Will, go get a wet rag and something for her to drink."

Will did not question his wife and he went straight to get what she told him too. Jack smirked at how Will was such a whelp, being bossed around by his wife. Will noticed and he flashed him dagger eyes. He left the kitchen, holding both the wet rag and a mug of rum, seeing as that was what they had out at the time.

Elizabeth took the wet rag from him and started to clean up the girl's forehead. She was wiping off the blood and when she was done she took it into the kitchen. Will sat by the couch in a gold chair. There was a noise coming from downstairs.

"Will! Go see what the noise is!" Elizabeth shouted from the kitchen.

"Do as yer wife says." Jack joked, mocking Will. "Eunuch."

Will ignored Jack and went down the stairs. He passed the various swords hanging all over the room and a donkey, which he patted as he walked by it. From the front door he heard pawing and a dog barking. He opened the door to find a little white dog that ran in the blacksmith shop, past Will, and up the stairs.

Will was puzzled. He had never seen the dog before and closing the door, he went to go follow it. When he made it back upstairs Elizabeth was sitting in the seat that he had been in previously and Jack was still in the parlor room. The dog jumped up the couch and started licking the girl that was lying there.

She blinked her eyes open and slowly sat up. Looking around, she found herself in a nice living room, on a red velvet couch and a dog that was sitting next to her. Two people were sitting in chairs by her, too busy to realize that she just woke up.

"Where am I?" she said, scared because she did not know.

"She's awake." Elizabeth said and both of them turned to look at her. "This is our home." she answered gesturing to both her and Will. "I'm Elizabeth Turner, this is my husband Will. He found you in the street so he carried you back here. What is your name?"

The girl sat there, thinking. "I don't remember."

"Is that your dog?" Will asked.

She looked at the dog. "I don't know."

"Well it sure seems to know who you are." he replied.

"So you don't remember anything?" Elizabeth inquired.

"No." The girl answered. She touched her head, there was a bump on the side of it and she had a splitting headache. She looked at the dog. "He does look familiar though."

"Here, have something to drink." Will said, offering her the mug.

She took it and had a sip. She spit it out. "What is this?" she asked, startled. It tasted strong and nasty.

"Rum." he said. "I thought it would help with the pain. Haven't you ever had rum before?"

"I don't know." she said, taking another sip and holding back a look of disgust.

"Sounds like she has a bit of amnesia." a voice said from the other room.

Amelia turned around to see who it was. She saw a familiar scene. It was a man with a hat over his face, sitting in a chair with his feet on the table. It looked recognizable, but she could not for the life of her remember where she had seen it. She couldn't even remember her name, so how would she remember that.

"Well, do you have anything on you besides that lovely comb?" Elizabeth asked.

Amelia searched her pockets hoping to find some sort of identification. Unfortunately all she found was a book. "There's only this." she said holding it. She opened it and flipped through the pages.

"You are a good artist." Elizabeth said, getting glances of drawings.

Amelia stopped at the last drawing. There it was! Where she had seen the man before had been a drawing in the sketchbook. She closed the book quickly, so Elizabeth would not see the picture and she tucked it back in her dress. "That did not help. There was no name or anything."

"What shall we call you then?" Will asked.

Jack got up and moved to join them in the living room. For the first time he got a look at the girl. He found her very attractive. She had some sort of innocence about her, like she had never did anything bad in her life, but at the same time she had mischievous sparkle in her beautiful sea-green eyes. She intrigued him. He sat down on one of the chairs without a word.

"How about Emma?" Elizabeth suggested. "That's a pretty name."

"Ok." Amelia agreed. After all, she did not know her name so for all she knew Emma could very well be her real name. She could not help but stare at the man who she had not yet learned his name. He was handsome. He had his dark hair in braids, with a red bandana keeping it out of his face. He had two braids coming off of his chin and he had a mustache. He dressed as if he was a pirate of some sort, and she guessed that he was one.

Will noticed her looking at Jack, so he said "Sorry, I forgot to introduce you to my friend here. Emma, this is Jack Sparrow."

"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." Jack corrected him. "No one ever seems to get that right."

Captain Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow... she had heard that name before, but from where? "It's nice to meet you, Captain Sparrow. Your name sounds slightly familiar. I just cannot remember where I heard it before."

"You remember his name, but you don't remember your own?" Will asked, stunned.

Emma shrugged.

Jack acted as if he was not surprised. "After all I am the captain of the Black Pearl, the most feared pirate ship in the world." he stated. No, he was not egotistical, not one bit.

"So you are a pirate." Emma said, she had thought as much.

"What, never seen a pirate befo', luv?" Jack asked.

Emma's thinking face appeared. She frowned because it was like she really did not know anything at all. "I don't..."

"Remember." Jack finished for her. "Aye, we know."

Elizabeth pulled Will over to the side of the room. Emma sat there petting the dog and Jack was just sitting there and looking over at the couple.

"What should we do with her?" Elizabeth asked Will in a low tone. "I would invite her to stay here until she gets her memory back, if she gets her memory back, but there is no where for her to sleep. We only have one bedroom and we can't afford to rent her a room at an inn."

"I don't know." he responded. Then they both turned to look at Jack.

Jack noticed they were looking at him and he knew why. They expected him to take care of this girl. That would mean taking her on the Pearl with him when he takes his crew to Tortuga, which was their next stop. His men were tired from being on the ship for two months and he was going to give them a week to spend all their earnings on food, drink, and pleasure. He certainly wanted some wench to warm his bed, after being at sea.

What could he possibly use the girl for? He could think of a few things, but that would be unacceptable for a lady, at least for most ladies. He spoke up. "You want me to take her aboard the Pearl with me crew? Are ye mad? She doesn't even like rum!"

Emma looked at him like she was offended. "I'll just go. I don't want to cause any problems for any of you."

"No." the persistent Elizabeth said. "Jack will be happy to take you with him for a little bit. It's only till you get your memory back."

"I will?" he asked. Man that woman had some nerve, forcing him to do things that he thought were a bad idea. "Fine, but ye better get used to the taste of rum because all we have to drink be rum and grog."

"I'll try." Emma said, standing up. Nevado jumped down off the couch.

"That mutt comin' too?" Jack asked her. Not only did he have to take some girl onboard, but a dog had to come as well.

"I guess." she replied meekly.

Maybe it won't be too bad, Jack thought. After all, it's only a girl. How much trouble can she cause?

Within the following hour Jack and Emma said their good-byes to Will and Elizabeth and left the blacksmith shop, with Nevado trailing behind them. Emma followed Jack through back alleys and soon she found herself looking at the ship of legends. The black beauty was waiting for Jack and the crew was surprised when they saw a girl was with him. He explained the situation to them and told them not to bother her. He showed her to a small cabin, which only had one bed in it and a small window. He left her to herself there and went back on deck to navigate the ship.

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