Tara slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she was aware of was the almost blinding pain in her chest when she breathed. She suspected at least one broken rib. Her legs and arms were sore from being kicked and punched. Her jaw ached from the slap. She tasted something salty and metallic. Blood.
She sat up gingerly, and saw that she was lying in the middle of the lounge. There was blood everywhere, and Tara realised that one of her legs had a deep gash in it.
She wondered where her father was. She knew one thing, she couldn't stay here. Before she had even thought about it, she was on her feet, hobbling as fast as she could out of the room and across the hall. Nobody stopped her. The place appeared deserted. She opened the door, then paused and turned to look around her home.
Home?
No, she remembered, home was... home was on the Black Pearl.
No, no, no, she wouldn't let herself think about Jack Sparrow right now. It wouldn't do her any good, it made her weak... or did it make her strong? Because she was off walking again, her injured legs carrying her damaged body out of the garden, down the street.
Her head told her to go somewhere logical, like the blacksmith shop or even Elizabeth's house, but her heart told her to go somewhere else... the docks.
She knew it was impossible, he wouldn't be there...
"I don't want him to be there anyway."
Lies, she knew it, but she kept walking, the pain which should have made her pass out seeming insignificant compared to her need to get to the docks...
As she neared them, she saw that there was indeed a ship there, one she had never seen before. But no Black Pearl. An incredible wave of sadness swept over her, and she felt extremely woozy. She staggered over to a rock, and sat on it.
She knew this rock. It was the first place she had seen Jack Sparrow, standing in all of his glory, prepared to fight for her.
She was crying now, unable to stop the salty tears in her eyes rolling down her bloodied cheeks. Jack. Jack. Why did she keep thinking about him? He had killed her mother. But she loved him... what was wrong with her?
"Miss?"
She looked up slowly to see a man standing in front of her. He was tall and muscular, tanned and sun-burnt. His dark waves of hair were pulled back from his young, handsome face. He was clean-shaven with big brown eyes. He was wearing a tight white shirt, open to show his chest. He was armed with a cutlass and pistol.
"You're a... pirate," Tara whispered.
"And yer a nice lass, beaten black and blue," he said, kneeling down beside her. "What happened?"
"My father..." she whispered.
The man seemed angry. "He did this? What a bastard."
"I just need to get out of here," she breathed.
"I'll take yer with us, if yer'd like," he offered.
She looked at him. Maybe he could take her to Jack-
She didn't want to be with Jack.
Of course not. But maybe she should go with him anyway?
"There are such things as good pirates, yer know," he said, mistaking her confused glance for one of fear.
"I know," she murmured, then cursed herself for saying it. "Who are you?"
"Captain Ben Rogers," he smiled, offering his hand. "Ye?"
She shook it. "Tara... Tara Waller."
He gasped in recognition.
"What?" she asked.
"N-nothing," he shrugged.
"No, it's about Jack, right?" she said.
He sighed, then nodded. "I'll take yer to Tortuga. Ye might find him there."
"I'm not looking for him." Liar, she thought.
"Whatever. Come aboard me ship, the Green Keychain."
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Wow. Tara's run off. And she got found by a sexy pirate. I really think I'm beginning to despise her lol.
She sat up gingerly, and saw that she was lying in the middle of the lounge. There was blood everywhere, and Tara realised that one of her legs had a deep gash in it.
She wondered where her father was. She knew one thing, she couldn't stay here. Before she had even thought about it, she was on her feet, hobbling as fast as she could out of the room and across the hall. Nobody stopped her. The place appeared deserted. She opened the door, then paused and turned to look around her home.
Home?
No, she remembered, home was... home was on the Black Pearl.
No, no, no, she wouldn't let herself think about Jack Sparrow right now. It wouldn't do her any good, it made her weak... or did it make her strong? Because she was off walking again, her injured legs carrying her damaged body out of the garden, down the street.
Her head told her to go somewhere logical, like the blacksmith shop or even Elizabeth's house, but her heart told her to go somewhere else... the docks.
She knew it was impossible, he wouldn't be there...
"I don't want him to be there anyway."
Lies, she knew it, but she kept walking, the pain which should have made her pass out seeming insignificant compared to her need to get to the docks...
As she neared them, she saw that there was indeed a ship there, one she had never seen before. But no Black Pearl. An incredible wave of sadness swept over her, and she felt extremely woozy. She staggered over to a rock, and sat on it.
She knew this rock. It was the first place she had seen Jack Sparrow, standing in all of his glory, prepared to fight for her.
She was crying now, unable to stop the salty tears in her eyes rolling down her bloodied cheeks. Jack. Jack. Why did she keep thinking about him? He had killed her mother. But she loved him... what was wrong with her?
"Miss?"
She looked up slowly to see a man standing in front of her. He was tall and muscular, tanned and sun-burnt. His dark waves of hair were pulled back from his young, handsome face. He was clean-shaven with big brown eyes. He was wearing a tight white shirt, open to show his chest. He was armed with a cutlass and pistol.
"You're a... pirate," Tara whispered.
"And yer a nice lass, beaten black and blue," he said, kneeling down beside her. "What happened?"
"My father..." she whispered.
The man seemed angry. "He did this? What a bastard."
"I just need to get out of here," she breathed.
"I'll take yer with us, if yer'd like," he offered.
She looked at him. Maybe he could take her to Jack-
She didn't want to be with Jack.
Of course not. But maybe she should go with him anyway?
"There are such things as good pirates, yer know," he said, mistaking her confused glance for one of fear.
"I know," she murmured, then cursed herself for saying it. "Who are you?"
"Captain Ben Rogers," he smiled, offering his hand. "Ye?"
She shook it. "Tara... Tara Waller."
He gasped in recognition.
"What?" she asked.
"N-nothing," he shrugged.
"No, it's about Jack, right?" she said.
He sighed, then nodded. "I'll take yer to Tortuga. Ye might find him there."
"I'm not looking for him." Liar, she thought.
"Whatever. Come aboard me ship, the Green Keychain."
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Wow. Tara's run off. And she got found by a sexy pirate. I really think I'm beginning to despise her lol.