Disclaimer: I own Katelyn Hockley (her family members and so on) and Captain Willow. There are more original characters that will make appearances in future chapters, I'll just drop a word in when that happens. As for Jack Sparrow, Joshamee Gibbs, Anamaria, etc. they belong to Disney.
Author's note: So, chapter three. The first song from Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas describes the situation in which Katelyn finds herself with Willow. The secon song, from the Beatles, explains how Katelyn wished for yesterday when she didn't have to worry about her death. I selected specific parts of both songs because they fit the story best.
In this chapter you meet Willow and his crew. You don't find out why he's going to kill Katelyn right away, you have to wait for the next chapters to glue all the pieces together. Keeps the interest of the readers, :). Any questions just ask in your REVIEW!!!
I'd also like to remind everyone that Juliette Subervie worked on translating this fic to French, so you know, if you wanna check it out. Go ahead, it's a great translation. I'm proud of her. She's also getting more review then me... lol.
Summary: "Now," Willow began, drawing his head forward so his nose was merely inches from Jack's and his tone conspiratorial, "listen here, mate I need ye to find me a lass." - Katelyn Hockley finds herself in somewhat exceptional circumstances aboard the Black Pearl, the very ship Jack Sparrow happens to be Captain of.
Rating: R for language. No sex in this chapter.
Chapter 3: Yesterday.
The crew cackled happily bristling with excitement. "Blood'll be spilled before nigh'fall, sweet'eart," the one holding her hissed softly, licking her ear. She shuddered in disgust, her heart sinking. The bold courage she'd worked so hard to muster since dawn seeped away and was abruptly replaced with a seemingly unavoidable fear.
She shot a furtive glance around the dock. If she did break free of the bonds, which was highly unlikely as they were tied so tightly her fingertips were turning blue, she didn't have a grand choice of escape routes. She either dove off the dock into water – who knows how deep – and risked drowning considering her inability to swim and stay afloat. Not to mention, she thought sardonically, the many large, sharp rocks that lined the shoreline and ocean floor. Or, she could settle for the easier route: head straight into the rather sparse agglomeration of palm trees. Of course, the down side to her second choice was, obviously, the fact that every single person in a ten-mile radius from where she stood could outrun her in a heartbeat. Given, she probably wouldn't be able to fend off the brute holding her in place.
Her heart plummeted even further when she realized there wasn't a hope in hell that she'd be able to escape. Now, all she could do was wish for a God-sent reprieve from Willow or maybe even a stand still, which might give her the time to concoct an awe-inspiring genius plan of escape. Either one would have been greatly appreciated on Katelyn's part. Inaudibly she let out a rush of air, only the slightest tremor of her lower lip showing her sorrow and fright. No one however seemed to notice her discomfort and for that she was beyond grateful. Their heckling and leering was the last thing she needed.
Mr. Cotton's parrot let out a random squawk bringing Katelyn's attention to Jack's patchwork crew. They were scattered in and around the ship, some pretending to occupy themselves while others stood on the dock blatantly showing their interest with the present happenings of their Kit. A tense, sorrowful feeling surrounded them. Willow's crew, however, didn't appear mismatched or grief-stricken. They all stood a malicious gleam in their eyes, in a crescent around their Captain and his pretty little captive. Every man was bubbling with lustful eagerness for blood and torture. After all, it had been a month since blood had painted their hands red.
Jack, on the other hand, was the only one who stood apart from both groups. Why he'd opted for the solitary attitude Katelyn wasn't sure, but she was sure, positively sure, of her rapidly growing anger which was unfortunately directed at him. Good for nothing bastard, she thought savagely. Yet somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind, a taunting voice emerged and said a single phrase that made her shudder. Good for sex, though! She pursed her lips guiltily unable to form a well-rounded rebuttal. There was no denying how much she'd loved it.
"Jack!" the loud shout brought Katelyn out of her flashbacks of the previous night rather abruptly. "Come an' join us, why don'ye?" Willow shouted amicably. How a pirate like him could sound remotely amicable was lost on Katelyn. He was downright detestable.
Jack grinned widely and swaggered over, humming to himself pleasantly. Katelyn's blood boiled dangerously, her cheeks flushed a dark crimson. Where did he get off being happy when she was about to die? "Willow, mate, how ye been?" Jack slurred while clapping the older captain on the back. He shot a quick glance at Katelyn and winked. She bared her teeth, hissing furiously. The crew laughed raucously.
"Insatiable," Willow supplied. "Until now that is. It was very gracious of ye, Captain, to take the time to fulfill a promise. We…" he gestured grandly to his crew. "…Be eternally indebted to you."
"I hardly think so," Jack muttered coldly, his slur and swagger gone for the briefest of moments. "If I recall correctly, and I'm having no trouble recalling at the moment, you were the one that interrupted my – ah –" he raised his index thoughtfully, swaying on the spot. "Nightly escapades, shall we say? You were the one that asked – pardon, demanded – me to bring you the Missy over here, remember? In fact, you gave me a whole boatload of information on her: where to find 'er, what she looks like … makes me wonder: how well d'ye know the wench?" He smiled toothily.
The insult hit Katelyn like a slap in the face and she bowed her head in shame. She'd had sex with the damn monster!
"Ah, Jack –" Willow began.
"CAPTAIN Jack…"
"Ye caught me –" he continued, ignoring Jack's comment. "I knew the wench when she was younger. A fine catch she was, eh? Large bosom, voluptuous and o' course rich…"
Jack shook his head. He growled and overlapped Willow. "…Or Captain Sparrow, or Captain Jack Sparrow. Not just Jack! Can't anyone bloody get it right? I don't ask for much, just that people call me Captain. So, I ask you fine men, why can't people do it? Have I done something wrong? Something horrifically horrific to deserve this degradation?" Jack rambled, a smooth anger seeping into his voice. Katelyn had to swallow her tongue to keep from lashing out a string of well thought up insult on how and why he deserved the degradation. She was confident he defined the word scallywag.
Both Captains seemed to be in their own world. One going on and on about how unfair life could be because no one would call him Captain, the other giving a rather thorough and ill-mannered explanation as to why he knew Katelyn.
"I – will you shut up?" Willow shouted finally losing his patient and Jack grinned.
"Of course, mate."
Katelyn stared at the two men sceptically. She'd be a downright liar if she said she knew Jack; he was far too complicated a man to know completely in two months, yet for some reason she had the nagging suspicious that he wasn't playing Willow true. The smiles, the friendliness, the unguarded persona didn't become Jack, especially when he was dealing with a man who'd casually forced him into doing his dirty work. She had a feeling Jack wouldn't be the kind of person to take that gently. However, the real question was what was he planning? She knew for a fact he was a slippery fiend, who'd shape whatever situation to his benefit.
She bit her lip… maybe he was trying to rescue her! A spark of hope lit up her eyes, but died away quickly when she remembered Anamaria's parting word. "Jack Sparrow's only priority is Jack Sparrow, keep 'at in mind." Further more, the simple thought of him rescuing her was buried deep in the recesses of her mind when he strutted away, offhandedly saying goodbye, to rejoin his crew. Katelyn's eyes widened. Dear Lord, this was it…
"Come now, men, bring 'eh with ye." Willow began to walk away.
Katelyn was completely and utterly panicking by now. She glimpsed at the Pearl and the boarding crew, Jack walking and humming, Willow laughing to himself, the dock, her escape routes… they all seemed oblivious to her problem. She was going to die, God dammit! Her mind reeled and her throat began to parch. No, no, no! She chanted urgently, mutely. The crew started walking, dragging her with them. No, no! Help! She thought desperately.
Then suddenly, without the faintest trace of reason Katelyn cried out, "Two minutes!"
"What did ye say??" Willow asked, frowning. He came to an immediate halt, near the Black Pearl. Its crew continued working, showing no sign of interest. Fine bunch of actors Jack Sparrow's got 'imself, Willow thought.
"Two minutes," she said breathlessly, struggling against her bonds. "Two minutes with the crew, Jack's crew. To say goodbye! To say goodbye to them! I need to say goodbye to them. Jack and his crew. Now!" He scoffed. "Fine, then let me say goodbye to three of them at least. Only three, that's all I ask," she was stuttering and her lips were shaking as her mind raced nervously. Anything to buy her more time, anything!
"Miss Hockley," he muttered, tracing a long finger down her side. She held in the urge to shudder. "Once again, you are in no position to negotiate."
She opened and closed her mouth like a fish. "I – uh – No screaming, I'll go silently and without a fight."
He grabbed her chin bringing her face inches from his. "One."
"One?" she whispered, confused.
Willow regarded the captive thoughtfully. He beckoned to the brute. "I'll give ye ten and I want some bloody peace and quiet when we do away with ye, dearest." She nodded mutely, swallowing hard. "Cap'n Sparrow," Willow yelled.
Jack stopped mid-step and pivoted, his arms flaying to balance him. "Aye?"
Katelyn marvelled at how different the two Captains were. Jack's beaded black hair was a direct contrast to Willow's that was blonde and grey and scraggly. If anyone met Jack for the first time they'd surely think he was a silver-tongued devil incarnate who merely acted or was, in fact, crazy. If someone met Willow, they'd surely turned around and walk back the way they came faster then someone could say the word 'cower'. They were like night and day, she thought. From Jack's roguish look to Willow's sleazy one.
"The wench wants to give ye a piece of 'er mind. Better watch out," Willow warned. "She don't seem too happy." The brute pushed Katelyn forward and she stumbled into Willow. "Well, poppet, I ain't used to women throwing themselves a'me. I'll be certain to work something out, though, since ye obviously be wanting me."
Katelyn pushed back angrily, glaring daggers at the Captain and his crony. "My bonds?"
"Ye be demanding something ye shouldn't dare to ask."
"Please?"
Willow laughed and cut the bonds rapidly. She scurried away, heading straight for Jack, her eye narrowed so much they resembled crescents. "You!" she whispered cold-heartedly.
Jack pursed his lips and stiffened, feeding off her anger. "Make no mistake, Katelyn," he said icily, placing a calloused hand on the back of her head and pulling her to him roughly. "I may be a scallywag and a good-for-nothing bastard, but I do know where to draw the line and shut up." Jack grinded his hips against hers violently and narrowed his eyes. "At least I'm not a well-to-do wench who gets caught up in business beyond her control." The grip on her hair tightened and pulled back forcefully making her head snapped back painfully.
Katelyn gasped. "You're hurting me, Jack," she grounded out, her voice wavering as tears filled her eyes.
He laughed dryly. "It's quite funny you say that, Kit," he spat the name out venomously. She closed her eyes, whishing she could be far away from him, from the island, from everything. She wished for yesterday when everything had been all right, when it had felt amazing to have Jack in close proximities. "You put on a rather grand show earlier that sure as hellfire made it look as though you were imperceptible to pain. Tell me, love, do you enjoy inflicting pain on others?" He brought his lips to her with enough force to bruise them.
Katelyn moaned in pain, pushing against his chest pleadingly. There was none of the passion; none of the tenderness or the sweet caress of the previous night. All there was was a throbbing pain. He'd kissed her to hurt her not for any other reason. "Jack, stop!" she croaked her voice weak and tired something she hadn't heard in a long while.
Jack laughed again. "Why?" he pulled her closer to him crushing her waist between his pelvis and arm.
"Stop!" she screamed. "Let me go, Jack!" she struggling against him, a sudden memory of events best forgotten resurfacing hauntingly.
"I'm hurting you?" he screamed. He grabbed her chin rougher then when Willow had and by some twisted, ironic fate she almost wished she were with him. Ten minutes should be up soon, right? "Bargains, love. I'm a pirate… I don't see a way letting you go will benefit me in the slightest and I daresay there are ways and things you can bargain that will benefit the both of us."
"Yes," she whispered desperately. "Give me back the old Jack!"
"But he's a scallywag bastard. Not to mention, you haven't given me something of your own." He traced her lips with his thumb. "Pity such a beauty will be goin' to waste," he slurred, the old Jack shinning through for a split second.
A tear slid down her cheek. To think she'd even considered the possibility that he would save her. "Jack, I want him. Now!" she screamed, more tears slid down her cheeks. He smirked and licked them away, racking his teeth down the swells of skin. "Me."
"Pardon?" he asked her needlessly, he understood quite clearly.
"Oh, heavens! I'll kiss you all you want, Jack, you saved me from death," she laughed gleefully, her eyes sparkling. She remembered, quite clearly, saying Jack Sparrow shaped any situation to his advantage. Katelyn didn't think she'd even been this accurate in her assumptions.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Melodramatic women, I swear they'll be the death of me." She laughed. "Now, the problem that is rather close at hand. How will we break the good-news to Captain Willow?" Katelyn raised an eyebrow. "Let me do the talking, savvy?" Jack said.
"Savvy," she agreed. She definitely didn't know Jack Sparrow, but if the sun shone bright on her and she got back on the Pearl… well, she'd be certain to solve the enigma that was Jack Sparrow and was rather intent of knowing everything about him… every last detail… down to his last freckled… she grinned mischievously, wondering how long and thoroughly she'd have to search for it…
-TBC.
Author's end note: Now for those of you who think Katelyn in all girly girly and weak because she starts to cry when Jack hurts her. Pul-ease have some common sense. She's stressed. How the heck would you react if you were about to die and someone was acting all mean to you?
Well, now all you have to do is review.
-Haeniliel.
Author's note: So, chapter three. The first song from Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas describes the situation in which Katelyn finds herself with Willow. The secon song, from the Beatles, explains how Katelyn wished for yesterday when she didn't have to worry about her death. I selected specific parts of both songs because they fit the story best.
In this chapter you meet Willow and his crew. You don't find out why he's going to kill Katelyn right away, you have to wait for the next chapters to glue all the pieces together. Keeps the interest of the readers, :). Any questions just ask in your REVIEW!!!
I'd also like to remind everyone that Juliette Subervie worked on translating this fic to French, so you know, if you wanna check it out. Go ahead, it's a great translation. I'm proud of her. She's also getting more review then me... lol.
Summary: "Now," Willow began, drawing his head forward so his nose was merely inches from Jack's and his tone conspiratorial, "listen here, mate I need ye to find me a lass." - Katelyn Hockley finds herself in somewhat exceptional circumstances aboard the Black Pearl, the very ship Jack Sparrow happens to be Captain of.
Rating: R for language. No sex in this chapter.
Chapter 3: Yesterday.
It's much more fun, I must confess
When lives are on the line
Not mine, of course, but yours, old boy.
Now that'd be just fine
Oh brother, you're something
You put me in a spin
You aren't comprehending
The position that you're in
It's hopeless you're finished
You haven't got a prayer
'Cause I'm Mr. Oogie Boogie
And you ain't going nowhere!
- Oogie Boogie Song from Nightmare before Christmas
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday…
- Yesterday by The Beatles
"You! Him? Jack, how dare you! How bloody dare you?" she screamed and struggled wildly, the full severity of the situation finally settling in when she saw Captain Robert Willow saunter down the gangplank and onto the half dilapidated dock. Jack's hat was dipped over his eyes and his back rested against a wooden post near the edge of the dock. To anyone watching his manner was as aloof as it was bored. "Sorry, love," he whispered, the faintest trace of regret lacing his words.
The crew cackled happily bristling with excitement. "Blood'll be spilled before nigh'fall, sweet'eart," the one holding her hissed softly, licking her ear. She shuddered in disgust, her heart sinking. The bold courage she'd worked so hard to muster since dawn seeped away and was abruptly replaced with a seemingly unavoidable fear.
She shot a furtive glance around the dock. If she did break free of the bonds, which was highly unlikely as they were tied so tightly her fingertips were turning blue, she didn't have a grand choice of escape routes. She either dove off the dock into water – who knows how deep – and risked drowning considering her inability to swim and stay afloat. Not to mention, she thought sardonically, the many large, sharp rocks that lined the shoreline and ocean floor. Or, she could settle for the easier route: head straight into the rather sparse agglomeration of palm trees. Of course, the down side to her second choice was, obviously, the fact that every single person in a ten-mile radius from where she stood could outrun her in a heartbeat. Given, she probably wouldn't be able to fend off the brute holding her in place.
Her heart plummeted even further when she realized there wasn't a hope in hell that she'd be able to escape. Now, all she could do was wish for a God-sent reprieve from Willow or maybe even a stand still, which might give her the time to concoct an awe-inspiring genius plan of escape. Either one would have been greatly appreciated on Katelyn's part. Inaudibly she let out a rush of air, only the slightest tremor of her lower lip showing her sorrow and fright. No one however seemed to notice her discomfort and for that she was beyond grateful. Their heckling and leering was the last thing she needed.
Mr. Cotton's parrot let out a random squawk bringing Katelyn's attention to Jack's patchwork crew. They were scattered in and around the ship, some pretending to occupy themselves while others stood on the dock blatantly showing their interest with the present happenings of their Kit. A tense, sorrowful feeling surrounded them. Willow's crew, however, didn't appear mismatched or grief-stricken. They all stood a malicious gleam in their eyes, in a crescent around their Captain and his pretty little captive. Every man was bubbling with lustful eagerness for blood and torture. After all, it had been a month since blood had painted their hands red.
Jack, on the other hand, was the only one who stood apart from both groups. Why he'd opted for the solitary attitude Katelyn wasn't sure, but she was sure, positively sure, of her rapidly growing anger which was unfortunately directed at him. Good for nothing bastard, she thought savagely. Yet somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind, a taunting voice emerged and said a single phrase that made her shudder. Good for sex, though! She pursed her lips guiltily unable to form a well-rounded rebuttal. There was no denying how much she'd loved it.
"Jack!" the loud shout brought Katelyn out of her flashbacks of the previous night rather abruptly. "Come an' join us, why don'ye?" Willow shouted amicably. How a pirate like him could sound remotely amicable was lost on Katelyn. He was downright detestable.
Jack grinned widely and swaggered over, humming to himself pleasantly. Katelyn's blood boiled dangerously, her cheeks flushed a dark crimson. Where did he get off being happy when she was about to die? "Willow, mate, how ye been?" Jack slurred while clapping the older captain on the back. He shot a quick glance at Katelyn and winked. She bared her teeth, hissing furiously. The crew laughed raucously.
"Insatiable," Willow supplied. "Until now that is. It was very gracious of ye, Captain, to take the time to fulfill a promise. We…" he gestured grandly to his crew. "…Be eternally indebted to you."
"I hardly think so," Jack muttered coldly, his slur and swagger gone for the briefest of moments. "If I recall correctly, and I'm having no trouble recalling at the moment, you were the one that interrupted my – ah –" he raised his index thoughtfully, swaying on the spot. "Nightly escapades, shall we say? You were the one that asked – pardon, demanded – me to bring you the Missy over here, remember? In fact, you gave me a whole boatload of information on her: where to find 'er, what she looks like … makes me wonder: how well d'ye know the wench?" He smiled toothily.
The insult hit Katelyn like a slap in the face and she bowed her head in shame. She'd had sex with the damn monster!
"Ah, Jack –" Willow began.
"CAPTAIN Jack…"
"Ye caught me –" he continued, ignoring Jack's comment. "I knew the wench when she was younger. A fine catch she was, eh? Large bosom, voluptuous and o' course rich…"
Jack shook his head. He growled and overlapped Willow. "…Or Captain Sparrow, or Captain Jack Sparrow. Not just Jack! Can't anyone bloody get it right? I don't ask for much, just that people call me Captain. So, I ask you fine men, why can't people do it? Have I done something wrong? Something horrifically horrific to deserve this degradation?" Jack rambled, a smooth anger seeping into his voice. Katelyn had to swallow her tongue to keep from lashing out a string of well thought up insult on how and why he deserved the degradation. She was confident he defined the word scallywag.
Both Captains seemed to be in their own world. One going on and on about how unfair life could be because no one would call him Captain, the other giving a rather thorough and ill-mannered explanation as to why he knew Katelyn.
"I – will you shut up?" Willow shouted finally losing his patient and Jack grinned.
"Of course, mate."
Katelyn stared at the two men sceptically. She'd be a downright liar if she said she knew Jack; he was far too complicated a man to know completely in two months, yet for some reason she had the nagging suspicious that he wasn't playing Willow true. The smiles, the friendliness, the unguarded persona didn't become Jack, especially when he was dealing with a man who'd casually forced him into doing his dirty work. She had a feeling Jack wouldn't be the kind of person to take that gently. However, the real question was what was he planning? She knew for a fact he was a slippery fiend, who'd shape whatever situation to his benefit.
She bit her lip… maybe he was trying to rescue her! A spark of hope lit up her eyes, but died away quickly when she remembered Anamaria's parting word. "Jack Sparrow's only priority is Jack Sparrow, keep 'at in mind." Further more, the simple thought of him rescuing her was buried deep in the recesses of her mind when he strutted away, offhandedly saying goodbye, to rejoin his crew. Katelyn's eyes widened. Dear Lord, this was it…
"Come now, men, bring 'eh with ye." Willow began to walk away.
Katelyn was completely and utterly panicking by now. She glimpsed at the Pearl and the boarding crew, Jack walking and humming, Willow laughing to himself, the dock, her escape routes… they all seemed oblivious to her problem. She was going to die, God dammit! Her mind reeled and her throat began to parch. No, no, no! She chanted urgently, mutely. The crew started walking, dragging her with them. No, no! Help! She thought desperately.
Then suddenly, without the faintest trace of reason Katelyn cried out, "Two minutes!"
"What did ye say??" Willow asked, frowning. He came to an immediate halt, near the Black Pearl. Its crew continued working, showing no sign of interest. Fine bunch of actors Jack Sparrow's got 'imself, Willow thought.
"Two minutes," she said breathlessly, struggling against her bonds. "Two minutes with the crew, Jack's crew. To say goodbye! To say goodbye to them! I need to say goodbye to them. Jack and his crew. Now!" He scoffed. "Fine, then let me say goodbye to three of them at least. Only three, that's all I ask," she was stuttering and her lips were shaking as her mind raced nervously. Anything to buy her more time, anything!
"Miss Hockley," he muttered, tracing a long finger down her side. She held in the urge to shudder. "Once again, you are in no position to negotiate."
She opened and closed her mouth like a fish. "I – uh – No screaming, I'll go silently and without a fight."
He grabbed her chin bringing her face inches from his. "One."
"One?" she whispered, confused.
"Ye heard me right, lass. One. One man. Better make it count, eh?" his eyes crinkled and his lips turned upwards revealing a set of yellowing, gold caped teeth. "I'll let ye think who ye wanna chose." He didn't let go of her chin; instead he traced patterns on her face with his free hand.
"Jack," she said automatically, a cloud of anger darkening her eyes. "I need to speak with Jack!"Willow regarded the captive thoughtfully. He beckoned to the brute. "I'll give ye ten and I want some bloody peace and quiet when we do away with ye, dearest." She nodded mutely, swallowing hard. "Cap'n Sparrow," Willow yelled.
Jack stopped mid-step and pivoted, his arms flaying to balance him. "Aye?"
Katelyn marvelled at how different the two Captains were. Jack's beaded black hair was a direct contrast to Willow's that was blonde and grey and scraggly. If anyone met Jack for the first time they'd surely think he was a silver-tongued devil incarnate who merely acted or was, in fact, crazy. If someone met Willow, they'd surely turned around and walk back the way they came faster then someone could say the word 'cower'. They were like night and day, she thought. From Jack's roguish look to Willow's sleazy one.
"The wench wants to give ye a piece of 'er mind. Better watch out," Willow warned. "She don't seem too happy." The brute pushed Katelyn forward and she stumbled into Willow. "Well, poppet, I ain't used to women throwing themselves a'me. I'll be certain to work something out, though, since ye obviously be wanting me."
Katelyn pushed back angrily, glaring daggers at the Captain and his crony. "My bonds?"
"Ye be demanding something ye shouldn't dare to ask."
"Please?"
Willow laughed and cut the bonds rapidly. She scurried away, heading straight for Jack, her eye narrowed so much they resembled crescents. "You!" she whispered cold-heartedly.
"Love," Jack said. "Shall we go somewhere private?" All she did was glared. "I'll be taking that as a yes." He whistled happily and headed for the Pearl, past the on looking crew and straight into his cabin. "Well… what d'ye want?"
"What do I want? What do I want? Jack Sparrow you've spent two months in my presence and you dare ask what I want with you?" Whatever well-taught manners her mother had worked so hard to ground into her brain flew out the proverbial window with an almost tangible belligerent fury and boiling infuriation. Her prior anxieties, fears and panic dissipated quickly when she looked at his face, all that was left now was an unnatural hate for the ruggedly handsome pirate know as Captain Jack Sparrow. "I – you – you are a good-for-nothing bastard! You – you – dammit! – You are – I hate you!" she was seeing red her anger blinded her. "You knew all along it was Willow, didn't you? You senseless scallywag! How dare you? For a while I fooled myself into thinking you had a heart. Obviously I was greatly mislead!" she slapped him then, a stinging slap that Jack knew he'd remember for a long time, but not as long as the look in her eyes. A maelstrom of betrayal, loathing, repulsion, dread and a small flicker of affection waning like that of the dying embers of an extinguished fire.Jack pursed his lips and stiffened, feeding off her anger. "Make no mistake, Katelyn," he said icily, placing a calloused hand on the back of her head and pulling her to him roughly. "I may be a scallywag and a good-for-nothing bastard, but I do know where to draw the line and shut up." Jack grinded his hips against hers violently and narrowed his eyes. "At least I'm not a well-to-do wench who gets caught up in business beyond her control." The grip on her hair tightened and pulled back forcefully making her head snapped back painfully.
Katelyn gasped. "You're hurting me, Jack," she grounded out, her voice wavering as tears filled her eyes.
He laughed dryly. "It's quite funny you say that, Kit," he spat the name out venomously. She closed her eyes, whishing she could be far away from him, from the island, from everything. She wished for yesterday when everything had been all right, when it had felt amazing to have Jack in close proximities. "You put on a rather grand show earlier that sure as hellfire made it look as though you were imperceptible to pain. Tell me, love, do you enjoy inflicting pain on others?" He brought his lips to her with enough force to bruise them.
Katelyn moaned in pain, pushing against his chest pleadingly. There was none of the passion; none of the tenderness or the sweet caress of the previous night. All there was was a throbbing pain. He'd kissed her to hurt her not for any other reason. "Jack, stop!" she croaked her voice weak and tired something she hadn't heard in a long while.
Jack laughed again. "Why?" he pulled her closer to him crushing her waist between his pelvis and arm.
"Stop!" she screamed. "Let me go, Jack!" she struggling against him, a sudden memory of events best forgotten resurfacing hauntingly.
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"You be careful now, honey, don't go wandering too far. Dangerous place this part of town, don't go and make foolish blunders." It was the same warning her mother gave her every time they went to a new town. Delivered with the same love, pride and protection any mother had for their child.
"I know, mother. I'm old enough to fend for myself," she'd say every time with the same inane cockiness, thinking she was strong and old enough to protect herself. She was only sixteen though and rather short for her age, nothing close to the bulk and strength of the rambling drunks…
Hours later, the echoing bang of a gunshot followed by the unmistakable sound of a sharp intake of breath filled with pain. Large, dirty hands grabbing her waist and pushing her towards the limp, crumpled body of her mother. All too clearly she saw the thick burgundy pool of blood soaking threw her dress and staining her hands and face.
Then the man's loud, intoxicated speech: "Well, she won' be winning t'nigh'…" Amplified chuckles as he walked away… leaving her alone, complexly and utterly alone with her dead mother…
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"Well, love, you can hurt me but I can't hurt you. Let us take a minute to rethink the situation, shall we… you do something to hurt me and by all means that leaves me with the choice to hurt you. You owe me, savvy, love?"
"Let go," she pleaded, in place of the fire in her eyes was a dark haunted look. The grip around her waist was beginning to bruise. "You're hurting me." He stared at her indifferently and she felt herself shiver. She'd been dead right about not knowing Jack Sparrow; she'd never figure he'd be like this. He had always seemed so happy…"I'm hurting you?" he screamed. He grabbed her chin rougher then when Willow had and by some twisted, ironic fate she almost wished she were with him. Ten minutes should be up soon, right? "Bargains, love. I'm a pirate… I don't see a way letting you go will benefit me in the slightest and I daresay there are ways and things you can bargain that will benefit the both of us."
"Yes," she whispered desperately. "Give me back the old Jack!"
"But he's a scallywag bastard. Not to mention, you haven't given me something of your own." He traced her lips with his thumb. "Pity such a beauty will be goin' to waste," he slurred, the old Jack shinning through for a split second.
A tear slid down her cheek. To think she'd even considered the possibility that he would save her. "Jack, I want him. Now!" she screamed, more tears slid down her cheeks. He smirked and licked them away, racking his teeth down the swells of skin. "Me."
"Pardon?" he asked her needlessly, he understood quite clearly.
"You can have me if you give me Jack." Irrational, crazy, daft, idiotic, she couldn't pick a word that would do proper justice to how stupid she was. To begging with, the stakes were high when bargaining with a pirate, but to bargain your body and life and heart and soul was probably the most unimaginable thing one could even dare to think.
Jack smiled. "Done, love." He let go of her waist and chin, a large Jack-like grin plastered on his face. Katelyn gaped at him. "Honestly, love, you'd think you were a half-wit and not a somewhat educated woman. I just won you." She stared at him blankly. He let out a long, suffering sigh. "You," he twirled his hands round pointing them at her. "Belong to me, which means I get to take you on the Black Pearl." Katelyn just stared at him, her jaw hanging open. "I saved you, normally a thanks would be in order, but seeing as you're incapable of forming a coherent thought a kiss would be just as gratifying. Don't you think love?""Oh, heavens! I'll kiss you all you want, Jack, you saved me from death," she laughed gleefully, her eyes sparkling. She remembered, quite clearly, saying Jack Sparrow shaped any situation to his advantage. Katelyn didn't think she'd even been this accurate in her assumptions.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Melodramatic women, I swear they'll be the death of me." She laughed. "Now, the problem that is rather close at hand. How will we break the good-news to Captain Willow?" Katelyn raised an eyebrow. "Let me do the talking, savvy?" Jack said.
"Savvy," she agreed. She definitely didn't know Jack Sparrow, but if the sun shone bright on her and she got back on the Pearl… well, she'd be certain to solve the enigma that was Jack Sparrow and was rather intent of knowing everything about him… every last detail… down to his last freckled… she grinned mischievously, wondering how long and thoroughly she'd have to search for it…
-TBC.
Author's end note: Now for those of you who think Katelyn in all girly girly and weak because she starts to cry when Jack hurts her. Pul-ease have some common sense. She's stressed. How the heck would you react if you were about to die and someone was acting all mean to you?
Well, now all you have to do is review.
-Haeniliel.