8 YEARS LATER.
"Land ho!" Cried a pirate of the Black Pearl, though very close to her, he sounded as if he were miles away from Jezebel as she stared off into the never-ending horizon of blue.
"Which port are we too pillage and burn today?" She asked numbly. As of late everything seemed painfully similar to her ever since one of her less secretive ship mates told her the story of how she was a prophet, though in shock the over all idea hadn't quite sunk in yet.
"You might remember this place from a near decade ago, Jezzy-poppet. 'Tis Port Langly, and we're not here to pillage. we need supplies. And perhaps you'll even have a chance reunion with."
"My mother?"
"James West. You remember the boy you rescued the first person you e'er rescued. He won't be the last, you know. Just how much do you know about the supposed 'Prophecy'?" Sparrow asked as she finally turned to face him.
"Just that, for some daft reason, I wasn't to know my mother. That I was not to know the luxuries that I could have been given. I wouldn't have had to steal what I do have. I'm to be a leader, Jack. I can't lead some new era of piracy! I'm not fierce enough, not cruel like a real leader would have to be. And I would rather be out on some adventure than gawking at some jewel. like you do sometimes. Don't deny it I've seen you. I don't thirst for blood or treasure."
"I know you're too much like your mother that way."
"What did you say about." She demanded as she began to look into his eyes; a piercing look that made all who fell victim to it would tell their deepest darkest secrets just so that she would look elsewhere.
"Nothin'." He said looking down at his boots.
"Another part has something to do with Blackbeard, he knows I'm supposed to lead this new generation. and he's intent to stop it, stop me. He's just ne'er been able to find me; I have you to thank for that. But I have to face him someday, or else I'll be hiding forever. but I'm not going to do that. Only cowards hide, and fear, dear Cap'n, is not a characteristic in my personality. I will not hide from or fear my destiny."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm a pirate! And what's more I'm a Turner, and we Turners are not prone to cowardice. I mean I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason why father has ne'er told me about my destiny. or what he knows of it. But tell me Cap'n, is there any more to what I do know that I should?" She said cocking an eyebrow as she tilted her head, making the ol' pirate most uncomfortable when he lied.
"If memory serves me correctly. you've got the gist of it. If there's any more to it than I don't remember."
"Damn the rum that erased what you've forgotten." Jezebel sighed as she returned her gaze to the sea, noticing now that they were now in the port. "Do you think he'll still remember me? The boy I rescued when I was a child."
"Jezzy-poppet, I can remember a day when you would have gone for weeks of not speakin' to me 'cause I would label you a 'child'. But why wouldn't he remember you? You weren't there to see it but the boy was completely love- struck with you. He would stand for hours infront of your door waiting for you to emerge, just so he could lay eyes on ye one last time."
"And, pray thee Cap'n, how do you know this?"
"'Cause I asked him, and that's what he said word for word. I don't think that he would soon forget the mysterious pirate girl that stole his heart when she stole him from the grip of danger." He mused as Jezebel began to laugh.
"Oh Cap'n, your drunk rambling is almost poetic. I feel the need to wander the through the Port, I shall return by sundown." She said as she stood, her long hair cascading in brown waves down her back. Her baggy shirt hanging off one shoulder billowed in the direction of the gentle winds, her frayed grey pants hanging slightly below her knees. Sparrow almost doubled over at how lovely the little sea urchin had turned out, an almost exact image of Elizabeth. Save for the dark olive skin that he knew she had inherited from spending 14 years in the sun, her skin made the blond streaks in her hair stand out drastically.
"You're a triple threat, poppet." He said as she turned back to him, her hazel eyes burning with a mysterious thirst.
"What do you mean?"
"Dangerous to fight against; more intelligent than most pirates; and you're more beautiful than any jewel or treasure e'er known to a pirates eye. I'd hate to be Blackbeard, he'll fall for sure. mark my words, that man's a goner." Smiling once more she turned to leave.
"The ramblings of a drunkard, bloody poetic." She said while jumping into the boat that would take her to shore.
"Madame. its one pound to tie your boat to the dock. and I'll be needing your name, miss? Miss?" said an old man at the tip of the docks.
"Prices sure have gone up. Here's 4 pounds.forget the name." She said as she laid the money on the dock keep's book.
"Right, payment. 4 Pounds. name. Nime Liz." The dock keep said aloud as he documented the payment in his book.
"Nime Liz?" She asked.
"It's another way of saying 'name-less'." He said looking up at the confused girl.
"Ah, I see. Clever man, clever, clever. Nime Liz. I love it." She said as she waltzed off the dock repeating the name, the dock keeper; amused, watched as the girl wandered into the port and disappeared into the crowds.
"Jimmy boy, where ya goin'? We're not done with you boy!" One bully said as the group of older boys surrounded the younger one.
"Yea, come on now, we won't hurt you. that much." Cried another.
"Leave me alone. I ain't done any harm to the lot of you." He said as he backed into a stone wall. Trapped. But what made him even more terrified, was that he felt that they were all being watched by someone in the shadows.
"Because you're a pirate. or no, you wish you were!" The eldest boy said as he brought his sword down to slash at the boy. But what he wasn't expecting was for another sword to block his target with such a force that he nearly fell backwards.
"And what, may I ask, is so wrong with being a pirate?" The strange girl asked as she emerged from the nearby shadows and turned to face the boys. "I've always found piracy to be a good thing, but you make it sound like it's evil."
"Where did you come from?"
"From my home! The vast and endless sea." She said as she blocked another blow. "You, work on your fighting skills," she said turning away from the gang of bullies, "That left foot is dragging you down. If you actually practiced you might've been able to kill me by now, and yet, here I stand! But tell me, why pick on someone for his beliefs? Especially if he believes he's a pirate, that would make him a very dangerous adversary. so why pick a fight with someone who would kill you and steal whate'er you hold dear?"
"Who are you, girl?"
"Ha-ha. Why does everyone wish to know who I am?! I'm not going to tell you, I mean, what's the fun in that! I prefer to keep an air of mystery. I intrigue people more that way." Out of the corner of her eye she saw another bully emerge from the shadows behind her. "I wouldn't try to sneak up on me if I were you." She said as she drew the dagger that hid silently in her boot to attack the boy behind her. Throwing it she pinned the boy's sleeve to the wall behind him. "I told you it was a bad idea. Now I have to kill you, and I don't much like killing people I don't know. WHO'S FIRST?" She yelled excitedly. Causing all the boys to flee, save for the one still pinned to the wall and the victim of the bullies.
"Please don't kill me!" He begged as she came towards him, fire in her eyes and a terrifying grin on her face.
"Let this be a warning and a lesson to you lad. ne'er go picking on a pirate, because their friends are always just around the corner. Tell your friends the same, else they'll be reunited with my blade." She said as she stood inches from the boy. Frozen with fear he looked into her eyes as a cold sweat formed at his brow. What he didn't see was her hand removing the dagger from the wall with no effort at all. "And you were struggling to remove this. You can go now. run!" she said in a low whisper, and began to laugh heartily when he ran like a headless chicken.
"I've met you before haven't I. Bell. Well, I believe thanks are in order." He said as he extended his hand.
"Consider it an act out of kindness, no thanks needed. I am surprised that you still remember me. It's been a few years since we've seen each other last. You've grown. taller." She said while putting her weapons back in their holders.
"You've grown too. grown more beautiful I mean, I didn't think it possible but you have. Uh, we should probably get a move on, people would've heard that scuffle. they don't take kindly to real pirates." With a short nod they left.
As they walked through an endless maze of alleys he grew continuously uneasy with her piercing gaze constantly fixed on him, and it wasn't until she ran into someone that her line of vision was averted. He only stopped when he realized she wasn't next to him anymore. Turning he saw that there was a tall man holding her by her throat.
"Unhand her!" James yelled as he reached for his sword. But when the man turned his head he became truly terrified.. Blackbeard.
"Just teaching this wench not to run into people. What be your names?" he bellowed with cruelty and malice dripping from each word.
"I-I-I'm J-James West. She's B-Bell."
"Bell what!" He demanded seemingly tightening his grip on her throat.
"Swann." Barely able to croak out her mother's maiden name before she began turning blue.
"Put her down, you're killing her!" he begged before putting his blade to the pirate's throat. "Drop her, now." With that he let go of his grip on the girl, falling to the floor she began to cough, finally able catch her breath.
"Just don't get in my way again. Else I'll add your scalp to my coat." He said as he straightened his jacket.
"You've a coat of scalps. whose scalp's are they? Other pirates you've battled; villager's you've killed." She asked, her voice still raspy from being choked.
"You both seem to be pirates yourselves, so you should know the prophecy. a young pirate by the name of Turner is to lead a new generation of piracy. And her first victory is defeating me, well, I can't be havin' that. so for the past 14 years we've been searchin' the Caribbean for the urchin, killin' all the young female pirates that could potentially be the J. Turner we've been looking for. Tell me poppet. Bell wouldn't happen to be short for Jezebel. would it?" He asked bending down so that he was face to face with the girl, fighting to hide her shock her insides froze when he spat her real name.
"My name is Annabel Swann, do I look 14 to you? Because I'm not, I'm near 20." She said covering her surprise with resentment. "And no-one calls me poppet. not unless they have a death wish. And don't be thinkin' you're the grand exception."
"Who's your Cap'n? What ship are from, Swann?" He said as if he had forgotten that James was also there.
"I'm in the market, as it were. I sail under no Cap'n. I am my own crew; I only came to Port Langly to commandeer a new ship and go off to explore the Bermuda triangle. There's something else about this Turner girl you speak of. when you find her you won't kill her right away will you?" She said as she began to look sharply into the pirate's eyes.
"No. There is a Turner treasure that will be revealed only to her, though she won't care for it, if she were to lead me to the treasure it would be most profitable to me. Then I would kill her, I know for a fact that she sail's under the command of Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl." Realizing that James could expose her true identity at this statement, she began to rack her brains for something to throw him off.
"Ha! But I know for a fact that she does NOT!" noting that she had both the attention of the pirate and the young man she had to find something to back her statement up. "It is widely known that at ten she received her own ship that goes by the name of the Jezebel. It was a gift to her at birth but she was then, at birth, taken away from her home, where that is I don't know, and was from then on raised at sea. And upon her tenth birthday she was taken back to her hometown and given the ship. Now some say that she now sails in the Bermuda Triangle but I think she is headed for England to search for the mother she never knew."
"Ah, but why England." Blackbeard said thinking he had caught the girl in a fib.
"Because her parents are originally from England, right? So in the event that her daughter, her firstborn, being taken from her. her mother ventures back to England in hopes that she can eventually get over the loss of her husband and child. That's what I would do!" Looking up at the two she saw that she had fooled both, or so she thought.
"Young miss, you are a good pirate and I thank you for your information. Though I hope your know that you have helped me in coming closer to killing this young rogue child."
"As long as it's not my scalp you're adding to that coat o' yours, my conscience is clean." She said coolly with a satisfied grin on her face.
"Then I wish you luck on finding your ship, and you on finding whate'er you may be looking for. But I have a date with destiny that I must go after. Farewell, my fellow pirates!" he said with a nod, turned and left the two to their own once more. And when he had finally disappeared from sight James went to the pirate sitting pseudo-calmly on the ground.
"Why are you letting him get away? You could've taken him! Then you would have ne'er had to worry about him catching up to you eventually. You are Jezebel Turner aren't you? Why didn't you tell me the day we met!"
"Because it would have put you in even more danger! I didn't kill him now because it is not the time for that battle. I'm not strong enough, yet. I'm not fierce enough, I must be tough and fierce before I can face him as myself. Now do you understand why I am so mysterious? It's because I have no other choice; it's so easy to fail. I have been tried many times, I could have failed everything had I given in and made friends with every single person I ever met. Ever since I was first taken aboard the Pearl, whene'er it went anywhere my father and I would stay behind on the ship, so no one would e'er know that we sailed under Sparrow's command. Everything is an issue of safety for myself or my crew since my infancy. that's why I didn't say goodbye when we brought you back to Port Langly. And now that Blackbeard knows what he thinks he knows. I have to leave these shores, and can ne'er come back. This is the last time I shall e'er see you again."
"Wait. don't leave not yet. Please stay and explain something's to me." He begged as he grabbed her arm, smothering any attempt for her to leave. Turning to face him, he was taken aback by the sadness that consumed her eyes.
"What do you wish to know?" She said, nearly crumbling him with how vulnerable this brave and deadly pirate looked at the moment.
"Tell me about your family, and just where is your hometown?"
"Port Royal, Governor Swann is my grandfather. There is some truth to what I told Blackbeard. at birth I was given a ship of my own, and it was named after me. A gift from the Commodore, a family friend at a guess. That's really all I know about my hometown and family. on my mother's side. My father was a blacksmith, before he became a pirate that is."
"One last question. did I leave as much an impression on you as you did for me?" Her scoff cut down the tension of the moment.
"I remember you were a perfect gentleman, and you thought I was an angel. I still think about that. I wasn't in love with you from the moment we met, in fact if I remember correctly; I almost killed you when I first saw you. But I'm glad I didn't, did you always want to be a pirate or is that a recent development?"
"Only since I first found out you were a pirate, I thought that if I became one, too, that . I dunno, I thought you would somehow come back to me."
"I'm here now aren't I? The sun is setting. I must go. Here, keep this trinket for me, and remember the time, no matter how short, that we spent together." She said as she handed him the chain that she had worn around her neck since she was thrown from the Pearl.
"Your jeweled key? I remember this from when we were children. I cannot accept this." He protested, as if she didn't hear him she pressed it into his hand.
"It has given me luck since I first received it, though I went through something unlucky to get it."
"What happened?"
"I was thrown from my ship and nearly drowned because I saw it floating, a large wave hit the other side of the ship and. well, let's just say that I'd rather sail than fly. It has brought me luck, and who knows, maybe it will do the same for you; maybe it will bring us back together someday. But I must leave you now, I don't know if we'll see each other again. but if we don't, then you have something to remember me by." Trying to walk back out to the docks she was stopped when James grabbed hold of her arm once more. Turning around, she was surprised when he pulled her in for a kiss.
"I would never have forgive myself if I hadn't done that. But know that you'll always have a home here." He said, pulling away.
"My home is the sea, but even that reaches Port Langly. Goodbye James." And with that she walked out of his life a second time, and left Port Langly behind never to return to its shores again.
"Land ho!" Cried a pirate of the Black Pearl, though very close to her, he sounded as if he were miles away from Jezebel as she stared off into the never-ending horizon of blue.
"Which port are we too pillage and burn today?" She asked numbly. As of late everything seemed painfully similar to her ever since one of her less secretive ship mates told her the story of how she was a prophet, though in shock the over all idea hadn't quite sunk in yet.
"You might remember this place from a near decade ago, Jezzy-poppet. 'Tis Port Langly, and we're not here to pillage. we need supplies. And perhaps you'll even have a chance reunion with."
"My mother?"
"James West. You remember the boy you rescued the first person you e'er rescued. He won't be the last, you know. Just how much do you know about the supposed 'Prophecy'?" Sparrow asked as she finally turned to face him.
"Just that, for some daft reason, I wasn't to know my mother. That I was not to know the luxuries that I could have been given. I wouldn't have had to steal what I do have. I'm to be a leader, Jack. I can't lead some new era of piracy! I'm not fierce enough, not cruel like a real leader would have to be. And I would rather be out on some adventure than gawking at some jewel. like you do sometimes. Don't deny it I've seen you. I don't thirst for blood or treasure."
"I know you're too much like your mother that way."
"What did you say about." She demanded as she began to look into his eyes; a piercing look that made all who fell victim to it would tell their deepest darkest secrets just so that she would look elsewhere.
"Nothin'." He said looking down at his boots.
"Another part has something to do with Blackbeard, he knows I'm supposed to lead this new generation. and he's intent to stop it, stop me. He's just ne'er been able to find me; I have you to thank for that. But I have to face him someday, or else I'll be hiding forever. but I'm not going to do that. Only cowards hide, and fear, dear Cap'n, is not a characteristic in my personality. I will not hide from or fear my destiny."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm a pirate! And what's more I'm a Turner, and we Turners are not prone to cowardice. I mean I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason why father has ne'er told me about my destiny. or what he knows of it. But tell me Cap'n, is there any more to what I do know that I should?" She said cocking an eyebrow as she tilted her head, making the ol' pirate most uncomfortable when he lied.
"If memory serves me correctly. you've got the gist of it. If there's any more to it than I don't remember."
"Damn the rum that erased what you've forgotten." Jezebel sighed as she returned her gaze to the sea, noticing now that they were now in the port. "Do you think he'll still remember me? The boy I rescued when I was a child."
"Jezzy-poppet, I can remember a day when you would have gone for weeks of not speakin' to me 'cause I would label you a 'child'. But why wouldn't he remember you? You weren't there to see it but the boy was completely love- struck with you. He would stand for hours infront of your door waiting for you to emerge, just so he could lay eyes on ye one last time."
"And, pray thee Cap'n, how do you know this?"
"'Cause I asked him, and that's what he said word for word. I don't think that he would soon forget the mysterious pirate girl that stole his heart when she stole him from the grip of danger." He mused as Jezebel began to laugh.
"Oh Cap'n, your drunk rambling is almost poetic. I feel the need to wander the through the Port, I shall return by sundown." She said as she stood, her long hair cascading in brown waves down her back. Her baggy shirt hanging off one shoulder billowed in the direction of the gentle winds, her frayed grey pants hanging slightly below her knees. Sparrow almost doubled over at how lovely the little sea urchin had turned out, an almost exact image of Elizabeth. Save for the dark olive skin that he knew she had inherited from spending 14 years in the sun, her skin made the blond streaks in her hair stand out drastically.
"You're a triple threat, poppet." He said as she turned back to him, her hazel eyes burning with a mysterious thirst.
"What do you mean?"
"Dangerous to fight against; more intelligent than most pirates; and you're more beautiful than any jewel or treasure e'er known to a pirates eye. I'd hate to be Blackbeard, he'll fall for sure. mark my words, that man's a goner." Smiling once more she turned to leave.
"The ramblings of a drunkard, bloody poetic." She said while jumping into the boat that would take her to shore.
"Madame. its one pound to tie your boat to the dock. and I'll be needing your name, miss? Miss?" said an old man at the tip of the docks.
"Prices sure have gone up. Here's 4 pounds.forget the name." She said as she laid the money on the dock keep's book.
"Right, payment. 4 Pounds. name. Nime Liz." The dock keep said aloud as he documented the payment in his book.
"Nime Liz?" She asked.
"It's another way of saying 'name-less'." He said looking up at the confused girl.
"Ah, I see. Clever man, clever, clever. Nime Liz. I love it." She said as she waltzed off the dock repeating the name, the dock keeper; amused, watched as the girl wandered into the port and disappeared into the crowds.
"Jimmy boy, where ya goin'? We're not done with you boy!" One bully said as the group of older boys surrounded the younger one.
"Yea, come on now, we won't hurt you. that much." Cried another.
"Leave me alone. I ain't done any harm to the lot of you." He said as he backed into a stone wall. Trapped. But what made him even more terrified, was that he felt that they were all being watched by someone in the shadows.
"Because you're a pirate. or no, you wish you were!" The eldest boy said as he brought his sword down to slash at the boy. But what he wasn't expecting was for another sword to block his target with such a force that he nearly fell backwards.
"And what, may I ask, is so wrong with being a pirate?" The strange girl asked as she emerged from the nearby shadows and turned to face the boys. "I've always found piracy to be a good thing, but you make it sound like it's evil."
"Where did you come from?"
"From my home! The vast and endless sea." She said as she blocked another blow. "You, work on your fighting skills," she said turning away from the gang of bullies, "That left foot is dragging you down. If you actually practiced you might've been able to kill me by now, and yet, here I stand! But tell me, why pick on someone for his beliefs? Especially if he believes he's a pirate, that would make him a very dangerous adversary. so why pick a fight with someone who would kill you and steal whate'er you hold dear?"
"Who are you, girl?"
"Ha-ha. Why does everyone wish to know who I am?! I'm not going to tell you, I mean, what's the fun in that! I prefer to keep an air of mystery. I intrigue people more that way." Out of the corner of her eye she saw another bully emerge from the shadows behind her. "I wouldn't try to sneak up on me if I were you." She said as she drew the dagger that hid silently in her boot to attack the boy behind her. Throwing it she pinned the boy's sleeve to the wall behind him. "I told you it was a bad idea. Now I have to kill you, and I don't much like killing people I don't know. WHO'S FIRST?" She yelled excitedly. Causing all the boys to flee, save for the one still pinned to the wall and the victim of the bullies.
"Please don't kill me!" He begged as she came towards him, fire in her eyes and a terrifying grin on her face.
"Let this be a warning and a lesson to you lad. ne'er go picking on a pirate, because their friends are always just around the corner. Tell your friends the same, else they'll be reunited with my blade." She said as she stood inches from the boy. Frozen with fear he looked into her eyes as a cold sweat formed at his brow. What he didn't see was her hand removing the dagger from the wall with no effort at all. "And you were struggling to remove this. You can go now. run!" she said in a low whisper, and began to laugh heartily when he ran like a headless chicken.
"I've met you before haven't I. Bell. Well, I believe thanks are in order." He said as he extended his hand.
"Consider it an act out of kindness, no thanks needed. I am surprised that you still remember me. It's been a few years since we've seen each other last. You've grown. taller." She said while putting her weapons back in their holders.
"You've grown too. grown more beautiful I mean, I didn't think it possible but you have. Uh, we should probably get a move on, people would've heard that scuffle. they don't take kindly to real pirates." With a short nod they left.
As they walked through an endless maze of alleys he grew continuously uneasy with her piercing gaze constantly fixed on him, and it wasn't until she ran into someone that her line of vision was averted. He only stopped when he realized she wasn't next to him anymore. Turning he saw that there was a tall man holding her by her throat.
"Unhand her!" James yelled as he reached for his sword. But when the man turned his head he became truly terrified.. Blackbeard.
"Just teaching this wench not to run into people. What be your names?" he bellowed with cruelty and malice dripping from each word.
"I-I-I'm J-James West. She's B-Bell."
"Bell what!" He demanded seemingly tightening his grip on her throat.
"Swann." Barely able to croak out her mother's maiden name before she began turning blue.
"Put her down, you're killing her!" he begged before putting his blade to the pirate's throat. "Drop her, now." With that he let go of his grip on the girl, falling to the floor she began to cough, finally able catch her breath.
"Just don't get in my way again. Else I'll add your scalp to my coat." He said as he straightened his jacket.
"You've a coat of scalps. whose scalp's are they? Other pirates you've battled; villager's you've killed." She asked, her voice still raspy from being choked.
"You both seem to be pirates yourselves, so you should know the prophecy. a young pirate by the name of Turner is to lead a new generation of piracy. And her first victory is defeating me, well, I can't be havin' that. so for the past 14 years we've been searchin' the Caribbean for the urchin, killin' all the young female pirates that could potentially be the J. Turner we've been looking for. Tell me poppet. Bell wouldn't happen to be short for Jezebel. would it?" He asked bending down so that he was face to face with the girl, fighting to hide her shock her insides froze when he spat her real name.
"My name is Annabel Swann, do I look 14 to you? Because I'm not, I'm near 20." She said covering her surprise with resentment. "And no-one calls me poppet. not unless they have a death wish. And don't be thinkin' you're the grand exception."
"Who's your Cap'n? What ship are from, Swann?" He said as if he had forgotten that James was also there.
"I'm in the market, as it were. I sail under no Cap'n. I am my own crew; I only came to Port Langly to commandeer a new ship and go off to explore the Bermuda triangle. There's something else about this Turner girl you speak of. when you find her you won't kill her right away will you?" She said as she began to look sharply into the pirate's eyes.
"No. There is a Turner treasure that will be revealed only to her, though she won't care for it, if she were to lead me to the treasure it would be most profitable to me. Then I would kill her, I know for a fact that she sail's under the command of Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl." Realizing that James could expose her true identity at this statement, she began to rack her brains for something to throw him off.
"Ha! But I know for a fact that she does NOT!" noting that she had both the attention of the pirate and the young man she had to find something to back her statement up. "It is widely known that at ten she received her own ship that goes by the name of the Jezebel. It was a gift to her at birth but she was then, at birth, taken away from her home, where that is I don't know, and was from then on raised at sea. And upon her tenth birthday she was taken back to her hometown and given the ship. Now some say that she now sails in the Bermuda Triangle but I think she is headed for England to search for the mother she never knew."
"Ah, but why England." Blackbeard said thinking he had caught the girl in a fib.
"Because her parents are originally from England, right? So in the event that her daughter, her firstborn, being taken from her. her mother ventures back to England in hopes that she can eventually get over the loss of her husband and child. That's what I would do!" Looking up at the two she saw that she had fooled both, or so she thought.
"Young miss, you are a good pirate and I thank you for your information. Though I hope your know that you have helped me in coming closer to killing this young rogue child."
"As long as it's not my scalp you're adding to that coat o' yours, my conscience is clean." She said coolly with a satisfied grin on her face.
"Then I wish you luck on finding your ship, and you on finding whate'er you may be looking for. But I have a date with destiny that I must go after. Farewell, my fellow pirates!" he said with a nod, turned and left the two to their own once more. And when he had finally disappeared from sight James went to the pirate sitting pseudo-calmly on the ground.
"Why are you letting him get away? You could've taken him! Then you would have ne'er had to worry about him catching up to you eventually. You are Jezebel Turner aren't you? Why didn't you tell me the day we met!"
"Because it would have put you in even more danger! I didn't kill him now because it is not the time for that battle. I'm not strong enough, yet. I'm not fierce enough, I must be tough and fierce before I can face him as myself. Now do you understand why I am so mysterious? It's because I have no other choice; it's so easy to fail. I have been tried many times, I could have failed everything had I given in and made friends with every single person I ever met. Ever since I was first taken aboard the Pearl, whene'er it went anywhere my father and I would stay behind on the ship, so no one would e'er know that we sailed under Sparrow's command. Everything is an issue of safety for myself or my crew since my infancy. that's why I didn't say goodbye when we brought you back to Port Langly. And now that Blackbeard knows what he thinks he knows. I have to leave these shores, and can ne'er come back. This is the last time I shall e'er see you again."
"Wait. don't leave not yet. Please stay and explain something's to me." He begged as he grabbed her arm, smothering any attempt for her to leave. Turning to face him, he was taken aback by the sadness that consumed her eyes.
"What do you wish to know?" She said, nearly crumbling him with how vulnerable this brave and deadly pirate looked at the moment.
"Tell me about your family, and just where is your hometown?"
"Port Royal, Governor Swann is my grandfather. There is some truth to what I told Blackbeard. at birth I was given a ship of my own, and it was named after me. A gift from the Commodore, a family friend at a guess. That's really all I know about my hometown and family. on my mother's side. My father was a blacksmith, before he became a pirate that is."
"One last question. did I leave as much an impression on you as you did for me?" Her scoff cut down the tension of the moment.
"I remember you were a perfect gentleman, and you thought I was an angel. I still think about that. I wasn't in love with you from the moment we met, in fact if I remember correctly; I almost killed you when I first saw you. But I'm glad I didn't, did you always want to be a pirate or is that a recent development?"
"Only since I first found out you were a pirate, I thought that if I became one, too, that . I dunno, I thought you would somehow come back to me."
"I'm here now aren't I? The sun is setting. I must go. Here, keep this trinket for me, and remember the time, no matter how short, that we spent together." She said as she handed him the chain that she had worn around her neck since she was thrown from the Pearl.
"Your jeweled key? I remember this from when we were children. I cannot accept this." He protested, as if she didn't hear him she pressed it into his hand.
"It has given me luck since I first received it, though I went through something unlucky to get it."
"What happened?"
"I was thrown from my ship and nearly drowned because I saw it floating, a large wave hit the other side of the ship and. well, let's just say that I'd rather sail than fly. It has brought me luck, and who knows, maybe it will do the same for you; maybe it will bring us back together someday. But I must leave you now, I don't know if we'll see each other again. but if we don't, then you have something to remember me by." Trying to walk back out to the docks she was stopped when James grabbed hold of her arm once more. Turning around, she was surprised when he pulled her in for a kiss.
"I would never have forgive myself if I hadn't done that. But know that you'll always have a home here." He said, pulling away.
"My home is the sea, but even that reaches Port Langly. Goodbye James." And with that she walked out of his life a second time, and left Port Langly behind never to return to its shores again.