Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, nor, unfortunately, will I ever.. so can I
stop with the disclaimers now? lol probably not.. i'll continue.. so I
don't own Jack, Will, or Elizabeth, but Juliet is my own creation.. along
with misc.others you'll meet in this chapter.
WARNING: Strong language and some violence in this chapter... (See, there was a reason to rate it PG13. ;] )
Chapter 4: Blackouts and Daggers
Juliet smirked as she watched Jack lift his accomplice from his chair and hurry out the door. He had obviously noticed her progressing toward their table, and, being the infamous and stalwart Captain that he was, had fled. What man who values his life would not flee when pursued by a woman such as Juliet?
This should be fun, she thought as she hurriedly followed suit and disappeared from the tavern. As Juliet stepped out the front door, she gazed down the street ahead of her and saw the silhouette of a man swaying away towards the sunset. Obviously it was Sparrow.
"Jack, my dear, you seem to have lost your touch," Juliet said quietly to herself as she descended the short steps from the door.
"JAA-" she had begun to cry 'Jack!' but a hand was clamped over her mouth before she had time to finish. Her eyes widened as the grip around her jaw tightened and pulled her backwards. She was pressed up against the abdomen of a large man, who smelled like a mix of bad wine and sweat. It was disgusting, but she knew that smell. She could never forget it. She quickly turned around to look at the man restraining her.
"Conway," she growled, teeth clenched, narrowing her eyes and giving the man a well-deserved death stare.
"Aye," he snarled in reply, before hitting her hard across the face with his fist. She couldn't help but scream as his fist made contact with her face. It was more out of surprise than pain, really. She could accept pain. But she would not accept being beaten in the streets by a man she despised more than anyone she had ever met.
"I saw you watching him," he hissed, pulling her off the ground a putting his face very close to hers. "I saw you staring at Sparrow. You were going after him. I knew you would leave me if he ever came back here. Well, now," he said, tilting her chin up so he could look into her cold, bitter eyes, "I couldn't have that, could I?" He hit her across the other side of her face and threw her to the ground.
Juliet pulled herself up and reached her hand into the inside of her dress. Conway looked at her and raised his eyebrows, as if expecting something from her. Needless to say, his expression changed when she pulled a dagger from her bodice.
"I don't belong to you, you revolting bastard!" she screamed, holding the knife up in the air. "I never have and I never will! I would sooner die than give myself to you!"
"You stupid whore!" he shouted at her, widening the circle between them. "You do belong to me, you have no one else. No one cares about you, you filth! And Sparrow?!? Sparrow would bed you and leave you behind! You're nothing but a strumpet, you don't seriously believe you have a chance with a PIRATE?!"
She drew back, not realizing that she had lowered her blade and let down her guard.
"That's not true you ignorant asshole!" she screamed, "Jack would never do that to me or anyone else!" Although she knew this wasn't completely true, she felt obligated to defend him. Without a response, Juliet was swiftly struck again over the head, falling to the ground, but not having the strength to get up this time. She lifted her head, and the world seemed to be spinning around her. Her ears were ringing, but she heard raised voices, and could tell they originated somewhere near her.
The next moment, she felt a burning pain in her left shoulder, and all she could see was darkness as she lost control of her body and fell to the ground. Moments later, brimming on the edge of unconsciousness, she felt the sensation of a strong touch and being lifted upwards, but remembered only blackness thereafter.
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"Jack, did you hear something?" Will asked, turning around to peer back towards the pub. His gaze rested upon a woman standing across from a man and holding a dagger out in front of her. His eyes broadened in worry as what he was staring at registered. For a moment he stood silent.
"I can't honestly say I did, mate," Jack replied, walking on down the rode and taking no notice to the fact that Will was not at his side.
"JACK!" Will called. Jack turned to his left, expecting to see Will, then turned to where Will's voice seemed to come from. There he saw Will, pointing towards the pub. Jack followed his eye line down the street, and his heart skipped a beat at what he saw...
Jack and Will ran to the circle of people crowded around the pub and pushed their way through. Jack saw Juliet lying on the ground, the sides of her face dripping crimson streams of blood. Her attacker stood near her, holding a dagger above her paralyzed body. Jack spoke up, as he walked swiftly to the man.
"Now, now, mate. That's not very nice," he said before hooking the man squarely on the jaw. Conway staggered and he stared back at Jack before turning and jumping towards Juliet. Jack jumped on top of him and kicked him multiple times in the ribs. The dagger lay on the ground beside him, and Jack reached for it, hoping to finish the man off, but he wasn't quick enough. Conway's fingers closed around the handle of the blade and he swung it to the side, deeply piercing Juliet's shoulder.
Jack heard her make a soft, painful noise, and watched helplessly as she fell swiftly to the ground. His gaze turned back to Conway.
"You'll pay for that you bloody bastard." Jack growled and briskly pulled out his cutlass, stabbing the man in the leg before he had time to defend himself. It was enough to put him in severe pain, but not enough to kill him, unless the wound got badly infected, which Jack hoped it would. The man yelled in pain and collapsed, writhing on the ground. Jack and Will rushed to Juliet's side. Jack gently removed the blade from Juliet's shoulder. His expression was pained as he watched the flowing blood cover the back of her dress. He reached down and ripped a long piece of fabric off of his sashay and carefully wrapped it around her shoulder. Jack cautiously turned her over and placed his fingers upon her neck with ease, checking for a pulse, but his face appeared panicked.
"She's alive," he said roughly, "but barely. We need to get back to your house Will, and we need not be noticed." Will nodded, and Jack hoisted Juliet off the ground, carrying her with enormous care. He stared at her face, angered by the growing dark patches on her cheeks and eyes. He hadn't seen Juliet in years, but he had not wanted to be reunited under circumstances such as these. Albeit Jack was worried about her, he grimaced as he thought about what her reaction would be when she came to. Knowing her, she would not be very happy. She hated to be saved, especially by Jack. Suddenly, a small thought, or perhaps it was a memory, came to him, and he gently pulled up the sleeve covering her right forearm. Jack smiled at the small J-shaped scar near Juliet's wrist, and he then realized just how much he had missed her.
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Fadingimage: thanks so much for reviewing! I'm glad you like the story so far.. I really like the fact that Jack already knows her too, cuz it's gonna present some interesting scenes and flashbacks.. ;] thanks again! *hugs*
[A/N] Can you say "awwwwwwww?" I love Sensitive Jack scenes lol.. and Courageous Jack... and ... yeah I pretty much just love Jack in general... hehe ;] Please review!! I'll love you bunches and I will try to review your story! =)
WARNING: Strong language and some violence in this chapter... (See, there was a reason to rate it PG13. ;] )
Chapter 4: Blackouts and Daggers
Juliet smirked as she watched Jack lift his accomplice from his chair and hurry out the door. He had obviously noticed her progressing toward their table, and, being the infamous and stalwart Captain that he was, had fled. What man who values his life would not flee when pursued by a woman such as Juliet?
This should be fun, she thought as she hurriedly followed suit and disappeared from the tavern. As Juliet stepped out the front door, she gazed down the street ahead of her and saw the silhouette of a man swaying away towards the sunset. Obviously it was Sparrow.
"Jack, my dear, you seem to have lost your touch," Juliet said quietly to herself as she descended the short steps from the door.
"JAA-" she had begun to cry 'Jack!' but a hand was clamped over her mouth before she had time to finish. Her eyes widened as the grip around her jaw tightened and pulled her backwards. She was pressed up against the abdomen of a large man, who smelled like a mix of bad wine and sweat. It was disgusting, but she knew that smell. She could never forget it. She quickly turned around to look at the man restraining her.
"Conway," she growled, teeth clenched, narrowing her eyes and giving the man a well-deserved death stare.
"Aye," he snarled in reply, before hitting her hard across the face with his fist. She couldn't help but scream as his fist made contact with her face. It was more out of surprise than pain, really. She could accept pain. But she would not accept being beaten in the streets by a man she despised more than anyone she had ever met.
"I saw you watching him," he hissed, pulling her off the ground a putting his face very close to hers. "I saw you staring at Sparrow. You were going after him. I knew you would leave me if he ever came back here. Well, now," he said, tilting her chin up so he could look into her cold, bitter eyes, "I couldn't have that, could I?" He hit her across the other side of her face and threw her to the ground.
Juliet pulled herself up and reached her hand into the inside of her dress. Conway looked at her and raised his eyebrows, as if expecting something from her. Needless to say, his expression changed when she pulled a dagger from her bodice.
"I don't belong to you, you revolting bastard!" she screamed, holding the knife up in the air. "I never have and I never will! I would sooner die than give myself to you!"
"You stupid whore!" he shouted at her, widening the circle between them. "You do belong to me, you have no one else. No one cares about you, you filth! And Sparrow?!? Sparrow would bed you and leave you behind! You're nothing but a strumpet, you don't seriously believe you have a chance with a PIRATE?!"
She drew back, not realizing that she had lowered her blade and let down her guard.
"That's not true you ignorant asshole!" she screamed, "Jack would never do that to me or anyone else!" Although she knew this wasn't completely true, she felt obligated to defend him. Without a response, Juliet was swiftly struck again over the head, falling to the ground, but not having the strength to get up this time. She lifted her head, and the world seemed to be spinning around her. Her ears were ringing, but she heard raised voices, and could tell they originated somewhere near her.
The next moment, she felt a burning pain in her left shoulder, and all she could see was darkness as she lost control of her body and fell to the ground. Moments later, brimming on the edge of unconsciousness, she felt the sensation of a strong touch and being lifted upwards, but remembered only blackness thereafter.
.......................................
"Jack, did you hear something?" Will asked, turning around to peer back towards the pub. His gaze rested upon a woman standing across from a man and holding a dagger out in front of her. His eyes broadened in worry as what he was staring at registered. For a moment he stood silent.
"I can't honestly say I did, mate," Jack replied, walking on down the rode and taking no notice to the fact that Will was not at his side.
"JACK!" Will called. Jack turned to his left, expecting to see Will, then turned to where Will's voice seemed to come from. There he saw Will, pointing towards the pub. Jack followed his eye line down the street, and his heart skipped a beat at what he saw...
Jack and Will ran to the circle of people crowded around the pub and pushed their way through. Jack saw Juliet lying on the ground, the sides of her face dripping crimson streams of blood. Her attacker stood near her, holding a dagger above her paralyzed body. Jack spoke up, as he walked swiftly to the man.
"Now, now, mate. That's not very nice," he said before hooking the man squarely on the jaw. Conway staggered and he stared back at Jack before turning and jumping towards Juliet. Jack jumped on top of him and kicked him multiple times in the ribs. The dagger lay on the ground beside him, and Jack reached for it, hoping to finish the man off, but he wasn't quick enough. Conway's fingers closed around the handle of the blade and he swung it to the side, deeply piercing Juliet's shoulder.
Jack heard her make a soft, painful noise, and watched helplessly as she fell swiftly to the ground. His gaze turned back to Conway.
"You'll pay for that you bloody bastard." Jack growled and briskly pulled out his cutlass, stabbing the man in the leg before he had time to defend himself. It was enough to put him in severe pain, but not enough to kill him, unless the wound got badly infected, which Jack hoped it would. The man yelled in pain and collapsed, writhing on the ground. Jack and Will rushed to Juliet's side. Jack gently removed the blade from Juliet's shoulder. His expression was pained as he watched the flowing blood cover the back of her dress. He reached down and ripped a long piece of fabric off of his sashay and carefully wrapped it around her shoulder. Jack cautiously turned her over and placed his fingers upon her neck with ease, checking for a pulse, but his face appeared panicked.
"She's alive," he said roughly, "but barely. We need to get back to your house Will, and we need not be noticed." Will nodded, and Jack hoisted Juliet off the ground, carrying her with enormous care. He stared at her face, angered by the growing dark patches on her cheeks and eyes. He hadn't seen Juliet in years, but he had not wanted to be reunited under circumstances such as these. Albeit Jack was worried about her, he grimaced as he thought about what her reaction would be when she came to. Knowing her, she would not be very happy. She hated to be saved, especially by Jack. Suddenly, a small thought, or perhaps it was a memory, came to him, and he gently pulled up the sleeve covering her right forearm. Jack smiled at the small J-shaped scar near Juliet's wrist, and he then realized just how much he had missed her.
..........................................
Fadingimage: thanks so much for reviewing! I'm glad you like the story so far.. I really like the fact that Jack already knows her too, cuz it's gonna present some interesting scenes and flashbacks.. ;] thanks again! *hugs*
[A/N] Can you say "awwwwwwww?" I love Sensitive Jack scenes lol.. and Courageous Jack... and ... yeah I pretty much just love Jack in general... hehe ;] Please review!! I'll love you bunches and I will try to review your story! =)