Hey fanfic readers! So sorry about the major delay! But here is chapter 4,
I worked extremely hard on this one! So please be kind in your reviews!
Enjoy!!!
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Jack stood there in the dark room, completely awed and speechless. And there sat Amera Knightly, in the Captain's chair, on her ship, the Avenger. He couldn't believe his eyes. You'd think knowing Jack Sparrow the first thought that would come in his mind would be, 'Did she really beat old Robert Archer?' But you'd be wrong to think that, because, this Jack's initial thought was, 'I can't believe it, she looks even more beautiful than the day she left me!'
But of course, as Jack does, he shrugged the thought out of his mind. And then he said, "So I'm guessing you're the one who beat Archer then? Or, did some other shipmate kill 'em and you're just keeping his Captain's chair cozy eh?"
Jack grinned and put his hands on his hips the way he always did. Amera couldn't help but grin at him. "Jack Sparrow." is all she said. And Jack spoke back to her mockingly, "Amera Knightly." She then rolled her eyes, "I can't believe it! You're even more annoying than you ever were!"
He laughed at this, and again continued into his thoughts. His thoughts really only consisted of three things: his ship, his money, and women. So, since he didn't have the first two, you try to guess what he was thinking about.
His eyes gawked at Amera. He watched her long, straight brown hair sit gracefully on her head. And her skin was just as perfectly olive as he had remembered. Her figure still was stunning, and actually even more so since she had toned her body more. Then he locked with her eyes, her ocean blue eyes that made him ponder if life really wasn't imperfect.
At that moment, Amera got up from her chair, which startled Jack a little, but he tried not to let anyone notice. She began walking slowly around the table, coming up to Jack. She stopped just in front of him, and looked up at his face. "It seems you haven't grown at all!" Then she looked down, "Not anywhere!" She began to laugh, and Jack just narrowed his eyes.
An in that instant, he said, "Well, it seems you've still got a sense of humor! But, just one thing lass, you should really consider loosening your belt buckle just a tad!" Then Jack grinned his same old grin, and snickered. Then Amera grew a frown. And, in just a flash, Jack saw a fist, then the ground. That's all he could remember.
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Later that night, Amera walked along the hallway. She loosened the collar on her black blouse that she wore, then she adjusted her tight brown pants, and slicked her fingers through her long dark hair.
Then from around the back corner came Torin, running up to her. "Amera come on! You never answered me! Why? All you've got to do is tell me why!" But she ignored him and kept walking. So he walked along with her not shutting up, "Just tell me and I'll go back to the cabin alright?"
So, Amera sighed and said, "Because I am going to question him; he's done nothing wrong in the first place! He wasn't here on our ship to sabotage us!" But Torin protested all the more, "But how do you know we can trust 'em! E's a lowlife scallywag, and we don't even know who 'e is-" "Wrong Torin! Wrong! I do know who he is and we wasn't here to sabotage us!" She stomped onward, but had a thought and stopped in thought. "Actually, you are right about one thing: he is a lowlife scallywag!" Then she walked up to the end of the hall, to the doorway that led to the bilge.
She stopped and turned around to face Torin and told him, "That's Jack Sparrow. He's a complete imbecile! I know him from the past, and I know he'll tell me what's up. Relax," She kissed him quickly and put a hand on his shoulder, "I'll be fine on my own. I have been for quite some time! I'll be in bed later!" He smiled and began to walk away.
Amera opened the door leading to the bilge and was about to walk in when, "Ey Amera!" She turned to look at Torin to see him smiling. "Go easy on 'em! I know how much you can hurt a man!" They both grinned and then she turned and entered the room, shutting the door behind her. Torin chuckled to himself, then went off to the cabin.
It was very dark and damp in the room, and Amera went straight over to the prison cell, where Jack was lying down.
"Jack-" "Ey?" Was all he said, lifting his head just a little off the ground. Amera sat down on a barrel, several feet from the cell and took in a deep breath. She crossed her arms and gave Jack a look that could kill a man. So Jack moved up, putting his back against the wall behind him, still sitting on the ground.
Then she gave him an inquisitive look, "Tell me, why exactly did you board my ship? There has to be some reason for your unusual actions." Jack gave her a confused look. "There be no unusualness about me, Cap'n!" He mocked.
All Amera did was frown, then continue, "Let me explain myself then: You were in the bowls of a small merchant ship we just raided, you snuck onto my ship and tried to blend in with everyone else; which is impossible in your case," Jack narrowed his eyes at her, but she kept talking, "and you did all of this without your ship or your crew! On top of that, just an hour ago before you knew my identity you asked me, the captain, for help. Now Jack, could you tell me what in the hell in going on?"
Jack sighed and thought he'd be stuck here anyways, and he did need her help, even though he wouldn't admit it, he might at well tell her. So, he stood up, cracked his knuckles and began pacing his cell.
"Alright, a little less than a year ago, I was sailin' my ship, the Black Pearl. It was a clam cool night, and my crew was below deck havin' a good ol' time. It was really quite nice since we had all the gold to buy rum and- " "Jack!" Amera interrupted. She motioned for him to get on with the story, and he put up his hands in apology.
"Then, without my noticin' a ship came up out of no where, ready for attack. I rang the bell for my crew to come up and ready for the battle, but we didn't have enough time. My crew was easily captured, as was I; even though I put up a really hard fight I was caught. The enemy ship's captain came up to my and told me that I didn't deserve the Pearl, that it was too valuable. And so, he imprisoned my crew and made me walk my own plank. They threw my affects into the water below, and I was pushed overboard. I gathered my affects and watched them throw objects and items off my ship. They threw over a dresser that I saw and so I grabbed hold of it as they sailed off with both ships."
"I was floating in the middle of the Caribbean Sea for four days. Without food, without water, just left to die. Until, a quaint trader's ship stopped by me and brought me aboard. They took me to St. Lucia, which was the closest island, and left me to find my way. Ever since then, I've been trying to get anyone that I know that could help me in rescuing my ship and my crew. Amera," He stood right next to the bars and looked into her eyes, "I need you and your crew to help me. I'll give you 25 percent of me plunder if you do. There's no one else that could help me now. I'm just asking for one chance. Just like the one I gave you."
Amera calmly rose from the barrel and walked over to the bars where Jack was holding onto. "Jack, I do know what you're going through. I know how difficult it could be, loosing everything. And sometimes, I can't bear the thought of almost loosing my life that day on the sea." She was breathing heavy now, and Jack looked at her sincerely. Then she continued, "Your deal is fair. I'll help you." She then put her soft hand on Jack's, and leaned in close. He could smell her sweet honey smell again. Oh how he wanted to melt! So, he got up enough courage and said, "Amera, listen, there's something I need to tell you, I-" Then, she looked up into his eyes with hope, and said softly, "Jack, I really, truly, don't give a rat's ass what you have to say to me!" She let go of his hand and turned swiftly, making her hair whack Jack in the head. She marched over to the door and swung it open, then turned back to Jack for one last sentence. "I'll wake you in the morning Jack, be ready to work as hard as you've ever worked tomorrow; remember, you're a prisoner on this ship!" With that, she walked out the door and slammed it behind her.
Jack slowly sat down in his cell. He felt like he was in shock. At that point, he felt the overwhelming feeling of deceit.
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Jack stood there in the dark room, completely awed and speechless. And there sat Amera Knightly, in the Captain's chair, on her ship, the Avenger. He couldn't believe his eyes. You'd think knowing Jack Sparrow the first thought that would come in his mind would be, 'Did she really beat old Robert Archer?' But you'd be wrong to think that, because, this Jack's initial thought was, 'I can't believe it, she looks even more beautiful than the day she left me!'
But of course, as Jack does, he shrugged the thought out of his mind. And then he said, "So I'm guessing you're the one who beat Archer then? Or, did some other shipmate kill 'em and you're just keeping his Captain's chair cozy eh?"
Jack grinned and put his hands on his hips the way he always did. Amera couldn't help but grin at him. "Jack Sparrow." is all she said. And Jack spoke back to her mockingly, "Amera Knightly." She then rolled her eyes, "I can't believe it! You're even more annoying than you ever were!"
He laughed at this, and again continued into his thoughts. His thoughts really only consisted of three things: his ship, his money, and women. So, since he didn't have the first two, you try to guess what he was thinking about.
His eyes gawked at Amera. He watched her long, straight brown hair sit gracefully on her head. And her skin was just as perfectly olive as he had remembered. Her figure still was stunning, and actually even more so since she had toned her body more. Then he locked with her eyes, her ocean blue eyes that made him ponder if life really wasn't imperfect.
At that moment, Amera got up from her chair, which startled Jack a little, but he tried not to let anyone notice. She began walking slowly around the table, coming up to Jack. She stopped just in front of him, and looked up at his face. "It seems you haven't grown at all!" Then she looked down, "Not anywhere!" She began to laugh, and Jack just narrowed his eyes.
An in that instant, he said, "Well, it seems you've still got a sense of humor! But, just one thing lass, you should really consider loosening your belt buckle just a tad!" Then Jack grinned his same old grin, and snickered. Then Amera grew a frown. And, in just a flash, Jack saw a fist, then the ground. That's all he could remember.
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Later that night, Amera walked along the hallway. She loosened the collar on her black blouse that she wore, then she adjusted her tight brown pants, and slicked her fingers through her long dark hair.
Then from around the back corner came Torin, running up to her. "Amera come on! You never answered me! Why? All you've got to do is tell me why!" But she ignored him and kept walking. So he walked along with her not shutting up, "Just tell me and I'll go back to the cabin alright?"
So, Amera sighed and said, "Because I am going to question him; he's done nothing wrong in the first place! He wasn't here on our ship to sabotage us!" But Torin protested all the more, "But how do you know we can trust 'em! E's a lowlife scallywag, and we don't even know who 'e is-" "Wrong Torin! Wrong! I do know who he is and we wasn't here to sabotage us!" She stomped onward, but had a thought and stopped in thought. "Actually, you are right about one thing: he is a lowlife scallywag!" Then she walked up to the end of the hall, to the doorway that led to the bilge.
She stopped and turned around to face Torin and told him, "That's Jack Sparrow. He's a complete imbecile! I know him from the past, and I know he'll tell me what's up. Relax," She kissed him quickly and put a hand on his shoulder, "I'll be fine on my own. I have been for quite some time! I'll be in bed later!" He smiled and began to walk away.
Amera opened the door leading to the bilge and was about to walk in when, "Ey Amera!" She turned to look at Torin to see him smiling. "Go easy on 'em! I know how much you can hurt a man!" They both grinned and then she turned and entered the room, shutting the door behind her. Torin chuckled to himself, then went off to the cabin.
It was very dark and damp in the room, and Amera went straight over to the prison cell, where Jack was lying down.
"Jack-" "Ey?" Was all he said, lifting his head just a little off the ground. Amera sat down on a barrel, several feet from the cell and took in a deep breath. She crossed her arms and gave Jack a look that could kill a man. So Jack moved up, putting his back against the wall behind him, still sitting on the ground.
Then she gave him an inquisitive look, "Tell me, why exactly did you board my ship? There has to be some reason for your unusual actions." Jack gave her a confused look. "There be no unusualness about me, Cap'n!" He mocked.
All Amera did was frown, then continue, "Let me explain myself then: You were in the bowls of a small merchant ship we just raided, you snuck onto my ship and tried to blend in with everyone else; which is impossible in your case," Jack narrowed his eyes at her, but she kept talking, "and you did all of this without your ship or your crew! On top of that, just an hour ago before you knew my identity you asked me, the captain, for help. Now Jack, could you tell me what in the hell in going on?"
Jack sighed and thought he'd be stuck here anyways, and he did need her help, even though he wouldn't admit it, he might at well tell her. So, he stood up, cracked his knuckles and began pacing his cell.
"Alright, a little less than a year ago, I was sailin' my ship, the Black Pearl. It was a clam cool night, and my crew was below deck havin' a good ol' time. It was really quite nice since we had all the gold to buy rum and- " "Jack!" Amera interrupted. She motioned for him to get on with the story, and he put up his hands in apology.
"Then, without my noticin' a ship came up out of no where, ready for attack. I rang the bell for my crew to come up and ready for the battle, but we didn't have enough time. My crew was easily captured, as was I; even though I put up a really hard fight I was caught. The enemy ship's captain came up to my and told me that I didn't deserve the Pearl, that it was too valuable. And so, he imprisoned my crew and made me walk my own plank. They threw my affects into the water below, and I was pushed overboard. I gathered my affects and watched them throw objects and items off my ship. They threw over a dresser that I saw and so I grabbed hold of it as they sailed off with both ships."
"I was floating in the middle of the Caribbean Sea for four days. Without food, without water, just left to die. Until, a quaint trader's ship stopped by me and brought me aboard. They took me to St. Lucia, which was the closest island, and left me to find my way. Ever since then, I've been trying to get anyone that I know that could help me in rescuing my ship and my crew. Amera," He stood right next to the bars and looked into her eyes, "I need you and your crew to help me. I'll give you 25 percent of me plunder if you do. There's no one else that could help me now. I'm just asking for one chance. Just like the one I gave you."
Amera calmly rose from the barrel and walked over to the bars where Jack was holding onto. "Jack, I do know what you're going through. I know how difficult it could be, loosing everything. And sometimes, I can't bear the thought of almost loosing my life that day on the sea." She was breathing heavy now, and Jack looked at her sincerely. Then she continued, "Your deal is fair. I'll help you." She then put her soft hand on Jack's, and leaned in close. He could smell her sweet honey smell again. Oh how he wanted to melt! So, he got up enough courage and said, "Amera, listen, there's something I need to tell you, I-" Then, she looked up into his eyes with hope, and said softly, "Jack, I really, truly, don't give a rat's ass what you have to say to me!" She let go of his hand and turned swiftly, making her hair whack Jack in the head. She marched over to the door and swung it open, then turned back to Jack for one last sentence. "I'll wake you in the morning Jack, be ready to work as hard as you've ever worked tomorrow; remember, you're a prisoner on this ship!" With that, she walked out the door and slammed it behind her.
Jack slowly sat down in his cell. He felt like he was in shock. At that point, he felt the overwhelming feeling of deceit.