A/N: Ummmmm *stares in complete shock for a moment or too then huggles all
reviewers*. Wow, wow wow wow wow wow!!! Omg, I can't believe the response I
got from you guys! I didn't expect anything like that. Here I'll explain;
that last chapter was some random thing I'd written a couple of months
back. I'd briefly entertained the notion of writing an angsty fic, but I
decided against it as I hadn't a clue where it would go. I still don't to
tell you the truth but I'm trying. After letting it mull around in my mind
I eventually decided to put it in storage. Which I did, and I forgot about
it. A few nights ago I found it again and I thought "why not?" so I put it
up. I only posted this chapter to see if anyone would review...and you did!
So now I'm going to buckle down (did I just say buckle down? Omg I'm
turning into a geezer) and really think about it. I do have a few ideas but
bear with me, sometimes I update quickly, sometimes very very slowly. I
will do my best.
Yeoflittlemind: YOU KNOW WHAT??!! THANX!!!! Lol. Man you review fast! This story was only up for about fifteen minutes when you reviewed. Have some candy *throws imaginary candy at yeoflittlemind*.
Silverflame3131: Thankee that accent is hard to do, eh? Harder than you'd think. I have to say all of Jack's dialogue to myself in pirate talk before I write it down. (Well maybe I don't go that far, but it still isn't easy). As to Jack not being caught...let's say he was lucky. Also I mentioned that it was raining a lot and not many people were out. Lame, I know but it's a story and it takes place /before/ Jack became world-reknowned so just go with it. I'll try to add more detail, though, I suppose that last chapter was a little short.
Vicki Turner: Well you're very straightforward. You just got right to the point, that works. At any rate, I'm glad you liked it and I shall do my best to continue.
Dazedconfussion: Also a gal of few words. Lol. Thank you. As I told Vicki, I will go on with this fic, I promise..well as long as I keep getting reviews.
Kyesha: *Chest swells with pride* Well, you had a lot of nice things to say :D I'm so happy you enjoyed it. I promise you will know more about Nadie though I warn you she has a pretty dark past. That kind of goes without saying, I suppose. I mean, if she didn't have a dark past then she wouldn't be in an angst fic. Ah well *shrugs* just call me captain bloody obvious. Anyway, to sum up: Thanx!
Disclaimer: Only Nadie is mine...that is it. His incredible hotness, Jack Sparrow belongs to those fiends at Disney *grumbles*.
Here goes nothing..
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When Nadie woke (late the next morning; it had been months since she'd had a decent rest), it was still raining. It had been raining for nearly a week now and it had seemed like a year since she had last seen the sun. It saddened her in a way. A few years ago, it had been somewhat of a ritual for her to watch the sunrise. She couldn't do that when it rained. Though that morning habit had died a year and a half ago when she had been...Nadie banished those thoughts as quickly as they came. She couldn't let those memories back in, not now, not ever. Focus on something else, she bade herself, calm your mind.
The girl sighed and rolled onto her back, causing the ancient bed to creak loudly beneath her. Suddenly she remembered where she was and the pirate she had met the day before. Peering about, she took in her surroundings. She'd been so tired and downcast when she'd first entered the room; she hadn't even noticed the aspects of her new lodgings.
The room was very simple, really. A desk, a chair, a little night table and of course, the bed she was lying in. All the furniture was rundown and past it's prime and there was only one window, creating a somewhat gloomy effect. To anyone else the small space might have seemed dreary and spartan, but to Nadie, who'd been sleeping in the gutter for the past year, it was almost luxury.
Her stomach rumbled, reminding her of the pirate's-Jack, did he say his name was?-promise of bringing food. Most likely that was where he had gone. That was a slightly cheering thought, considering Nadie couldn't remember the last time she ate.
With a groan Nadie stumbled out of bed to the window and looked out at the oppressive-looking landscape. The rain seemed to have washed all colour from the world leaving only oppressive shades of grey and brown. One or two brave souls wandered out, forced to leave their homes on business or to buy supplies.
It was odd for Nadie to be inside looking out at the rain. Normally she was always the one looking in, wishing to be warm. As the ragged girl stared out, she wondered if /he/ was out there, looking for her.
She slammed her hand down fiercely on the windowsill. "No," she whispered, forcing the notion from her mind, "Don't think about him," she commanded herself, "Anything but him."
Nadie glanced back at the room, searching for something to occupy her mind. Her eyes fell on a small leatherbound book lying on the desk. She padded over and picked the book up.
Leafing through, she realized it was a journal as the pages were filled with lines of text written with a flowing hand in plain black ink. Nadie was amazed that the pirate knew how to write at all, let alone this flourishing cursive. Even the grammer was impecable, not at all like the way he spoke. She'd always heard that pirates were all illiterate. Perhaps this one had been educated a little before turning to crime.
As Nadie scanned the pages, her gaze fell on one particular entry.
/I've been mutinied... It still seems unreal. Even as I write these words, I can't convince myself that it really happened. I've always trusted Barbossa, he's been my mate for nigh on six years and now he turns about and stabs me in the back.
I'm shipless, crewless, friendless...and I still can't believe it. Jack Sparrow, captain of nothing./
Just then, as Nadie was pondering what she'd read, she heard the sound of a key in the lock. She shut the book as though it had scorched her flesh and dropped it onto the desk. Whirling around she tried to take on a calm and collect posture.
Seconds later the pirate-Jack, she reminded herself-entered the room, bearing bread, cheese, grapes and a bottle filled with some kind of alcohol. Rum, guessed Nadie.
Jack sauntered in and handed the girl the food, keeping the rum for himself.
"Good to see yer up," he said planting himself on the one rickety chair. He waved the liquor bottle, "Ye don't mind do ye.?"
Nadie shook her head hesitantly. Jack smiled gratefully and took a swig.
"Well c'mon," he exclaimed-after he'd swallowed-at Nadie, who was still standing, slightly bewildered, "sit down and eat. You look like you need it."
She seated herself slowly on the bed but wasted no time in eating. She gnawed ravenously at the bread and gulped down the cheese and grapes in a matter of moments.
Jack raised his eyebrows in admiration and silently offered the girl the last bit of rum. Nadie took the bottle and without a thought, drained the remaining contents.
She immediately regretted it, the drink was very very very strong. It was like drinking liquid fire. However after coughing and sputtering for a moment, she managed to keep it down.
The pirate watched with a faint grin and leaned back in the chair.
After Nadie had recovered somewhat he became serious.
"Now, lass, tell me about yerself." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Duh duh duh *suspenseful music*. Ok I wanted to write more I'm tired and lazy. Plus you all seem to want quick results so here it is. I actually made a bit of a plan for this story last night. I kinda sort of think I know what's going to happen. However this should tide you over for now. Review and tell me what you think.
Yeoflittlemind: YOU KNOW WHAT??!! THANX!!!! Lol. Man you review fast! This story was only up for about fifteen minutes when you reviewed. Have some candy *throws imaginary candy at yeoflittlemind*.
Silverflame3131: Thankee that accent is hard to do, eh? Harder than you'd think. I have to say all of Jack's dialogue to myself in pirate talk before I write it down. (Well maybe I don't go that far, but it still isn't easy). As to Jack not being caught...let's say he was lucky. Also I mentioned that it was raining a lot and not many people were out. Lame, I know but it's a story and it takes place /before/ Jack became world-reknowned so just go with it. I'll try to add more detail, though, I suppose that last chapter was a little short.
Vicki Turner: Well you're very straightforward. You just got right to the point, that works. At any rate, I'm glad you liked it and I shall do my best to continue.
Dazedconfussion: Also a gal of few words. Lol. Thank you. As I told Vicki, I will go on with this fic, I promise..well as long as I keep getting reviews.
Kyesha: *Chest swells with pride* Well, you had a lot of nice things to say :D I'm so happy you enjoyed it. I promise you will know more about Nadie though I warn you she has a pretty dark past. That kind of goes without saying, I suppose. I mean, if she didn't have a dark past then she wouldn't be in an angst fic. Ah well *shrugs* just call me captain bloody obvious. Anyway, to sum up: Thanx!
Disclaimer: Only Nadie is mine...that is it. His incredible hotness, Jack Sparrow belongs to those fiends at Disney *grumbles*.
Here goes nothing..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Nadie woke (late the next morning; it had been months since she'd had a decent rest), it was still raining. It had been raining for nearly a week now and it had seemed like a year since she had last seen the sun. It saddened her in a way. A few years ago, it had been somewhat of a ritual for her to watch the sunrise. She couldn't do that when it rained. Though that morning habit had died a year and a half ago when she had been...Nadie banished those thoughts as quickly as they came. She couldn't let those memories back in, not now, not ever. Focus on something else, she bade herself, calm your mind.
The girl sighed and rolled onto her back, causing the ancient bed to creak loudly beneath her. Suddenly she remembered where she was and the pirate she had met the day before. Peering about, she took in her surroundings. She'd been so tired and downcast when she'd first entered the room; she hadn't even noticed the aspects of her new lodgings.
The room was very simple, really. A desk, a chair, a little night table and of course, the bed she was lying in. All the furniture was rundown and past it's prime and there was only one window, creating a somewhat gloomy effect. To anyone else the small space might have seemed dreary and spartan, but to Nadie, who'd been sleeping in the gutter for the past year, it was almost luxury.
Her stomach rumbled, reminding her of the pirate's-Jack, did he say his name was?-promise of bringing food. Most likely that was where he had gone. That was a slightly cheering thought, considering Nadie couldn't remember the last time she ate.
With a groan Nadie stumbled out of bed to the window and looked out at the oppressive-looking landscape. The rain seemed to have washed all colour from the world leaving only oppressive shades of grey and brown. One or two brave souls wandered out, forced to leave their homes on business or to buy supplies.
It was odd for Nadie to be inside looking out at the rain. Normally she was always the one looking in, wishing to be warm. As the ragged girl stared out, she wondered if /he/ was out there, looking for her.
She slammed her hand down fiercely on the windowsill. "No," she whispered, forcing the notion from her mind, "Don't think about him," she commanded herself, "Anything but him."
Nadie glanced back at the room, searching for something to occupy her mind. Her eyes fell on a small leatherbound book lying on the desk. She padded over and picked the book up.
Leafing through, she realized it was a journal as the pages were filled with lines of text written with a flowing hand in plain black ink. Nadie was amazed that the pirate knew how to write at all, let alone this flourishing cursive. Even the grammer was impecable, not at all like the way he spoke. She'd always heard that pirates were all illiterate. Perhaps this one had been educated a little before turning to crime.
As Nadie scanned the pages, her gaze fell on one particular entry.
/I've been mutinied... It still seems unreal. Even as I write these words, I can't convince myself that it really happened. I've always trusted Barbossa, he's been my mate for nigh on six years and now he turns about and stabs me in the back.
I'm shipless, crewless, friendless...and I still can't believe it. Jack Sparrow, captain of nothing./
Just then, as Nadie was pondering what she'd read, she heard the sound of a key in the lock. She shut the book as though it had scorched her flesh and dropped it onto the desk. Whirling around she tried to take on a calm and collect posture.
Seconds later the pirate-Jack, she reminded herself-entered the room, bearing bread, cheese, grapes and a bottle filled with some kind of alcohol. Rum, guessed Nadie.
Jack sauntered in and handed the girl the food, keeping the rum for himself.
"Good to see yer up," he said planting himself on the one rickety chair. He waved the liquor bottle, "Ye don't mind do ye.?"
Nadie shook her head hesitantly. Jack smiled gratefully and took a swig.
"Well c'mon," he exclaimed-after he'd swallowed-at Nadie, who was still standing, slightly bewildered, "sit down and eat. You look like you need it."
She seated herself slowly on the bed but wasted no time in eating. She gnawed ravenously at the bread and gulped down the cheese and grapes in a matter of moments.
Jack raised his eyebrows in admiration and silently offered the girl the last bit of rum. Nadie took the bottle and without a thought, drained the remaining contents.
She immediately regretted it, the drink was very very very strong. It was like drinking liquid fire. However after coughing and sputtering for a moment, she managed to keep it down.
The pirate watched with a faint grin and leaned back in the chair.
After Nadie had recovered somewhat he became serious.
"Now, lass, tell me about yerself." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Duh duh duh *suspenseful music*. Ok I wanted to write more I'm tired and lazy. Plus you all seem to want quick results so here it is. I actually made a bit of a plan for this story last night. I kinda sort of think I know what's going to happen. However this should tide you over for now. Review and tell me what you think.