Disclaimer: still dont own anything =(
A/N: hola mes libros! I think I just said hello my books but you know.. just the same.. I meant READERS ;] hehe u wouldnt know it but im actually quite good at spanish.. okay ANYWAY.. we're back to the present time in the story.. and the plot is going to be getting rather intense for a bit.. then we'll settle back down again.. im still thinking about the overall plot of the story.. I havent totally figured it out yet and I want it to be original and well thought out so im taking my time... ;-) if you read, PLEASE REVIEW!!
Chapter 9: One Day My Prince Will Come
Juliet whipped around the corner of a busy Port Royal street, running down the dirt road as quickly as possible. Her shoulder was throbbing in pain, but she did her best to ignore it, since she had far more important things to worry about. It was the wee hours of the morning and very dark out, and there were barely any people on the streets, besides the group of drunken men congregated outside the Addled Corsair.
Spotting them, Juliet slowed down, edging closer to the buildings on the other side of the road. The shadows of the shops and homes sufficiently enveloped her and she passed through unnoticed. She soon rounded another corner and slipped into a narrow doorway. A small oil lamp bobbed back and forth in the light breeze above her head as she reached into her pocket, pulling out a small key.
Opening the door only to lock it behind her, Juliet quickly ascended the short flight of stairs which led to another door. She silently turned the knob and entered a small room, dimly lit by two candles on a corner table. In that corner sat a small stove and two chairs at the table, and in the other, a small double bed, covered in tattered sheets. The shutters on the windows flapped in the wind, sending a shot of cool breeze towards the bed. As the covers were blown, a small figure turned sharply in the bed, gathering the sheets and pulling them close. Suddenly, the small form sat upright, and looked around the unlit quarters. Its gaze rested upon Juliet, who looked away for a moment, biting her lip. Then its voice rang out unsteadily across the room.
"Mommy?"
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Juliet plastered a smile onto her face and turned towards the voice that called to her.
"Yes, sweetheart, it's me," she said softly. "I'm sorry I'm home so late, I was... delayed." She decided it would be best to not go into the details of her evening at the time, but not for the reasons one might think. She was concerned about the effect a fight story would have on her child. It would intrigue and excite her, and that's what worried Juliet.
She opened up a small cabinet and retrieved a match, then kindled all the candles on the small table. The room now had a soft glow, and small waves of light bounced across her face. The child arose from the bed and came over to Juliet, pulling out the chair beside her.
"It's obvious you were delayed, Ma, that's why you're late." The little girl smiled sweetly, evidently quite pleased with herself.
To say that Jacquelyn was vibrant would be a severe understatement. She was about six years old, and really rather smart for her age. If Jack Sparrow could exist in female form, it would be through her. In fact, there was so much of Jack in this little girl that Juliet wondered how it was possible for her to be female. Even her physical features mirrored his. She had long, thick, straight black hair, and dark brown eyes. Her cheekbones were high-set and prominent, giving her a very striking gaze for someone so young.
It's a shame Jack doesn't know about her, Juliet thought to herself as she pondered how to explain their situation to Jacquelyn.
"Jacquelyn," she murmured, "Do you remember the stories I told you about your father?" Jacquelyn rubbed her eyes and yawned, then nodded in response. Juliet bit her lip, staring down at the table. "And do you remember what I said would happen if he ever returned?"
"You said we would have a much better life and we would go with him on his boat-- ship," she corrected herself. It was remarkable how much she resembled her father, though she had never met him, and even came up with phrases similar to his.
"That's right," Juliet responded. She took Jacquelyn's hand in her own, staring deep into the eyes she knew so well, the same eyes on two very similar faces. "Your father is back Jacquelyn, and I have to go with him for a while. But don't worry, darling, I'll be back very soon to get you," she said, tilting her head to the angle of her daughter's. Jacquelyn nodded vigorously, grinning from ear to ear. She never especially minded being separated from her mother, especially when there was an ulterior motive involved, since she spent about half of her time on her own anyway.
"Say hi to Daddy for me, Ma," she whispered eagerly. She idolized her father beyond belief, even though she had never met him. He was like one of those celebrities you worship from afar, often hearing about them, but never hearing from them. But she always believed that one day he would come and take them away with him... Like a prince in shining armor.
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Juliet hastened her packing and folded the other dress she owned, stuffing it inside a small pillowcase. She tossed in any other clothing she had, and a small hairbrush, then grabbed the two corners up the pillowcase and gathered them into a knot. She opened one of the shutters and looked out towards the port, seeing the first signs of sun nearing the horizon. She turned to Jacquelyn, reawakening her from their small bed.
"Jacquelyn, I have to go now... First thing in the morning, when it's light out, I want you to get yourself dressed and go to Caroline's house. Do you remember where that is?" Jacquelyn nodded sleepily. "Good," Juliet replied, taking a deep breath. "I want you to give this to her," she added, pressing a folded piece of paper into Jacquelyn's small hand. "Promise me you'll go."
"I promise, Ma," Jacquelyn answered groggily, rubbing her eyes. Noticing the unconvinced expression upon her mother's face, she sat up and looked into her eyes. "Really, I do."
"Alright, darling, I have to go now, but I promise you I'll be back very soon. You tell Caroline that, too, okay?"
"Okay, Ma."
"I love you, Jackie," Juliet whispered as she pulled the little girl into a right one-armed hug.
"I love you too, Ma, but you're hurting my neck," Jacquelyn replied, smiling.
Juliet smiled weakly, wiping a solitary tear from the corner of her eye, stood up, and quietly walked out the door.
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A/N: awwwwwwwww tear tear how very sad.. but not to worry, faithful readers! All is well =) But the big question is... JACK AND JACQUELYN... WHATS THE DEAL? Lol well I know.. but I think that you can kinda get everything from what i've said so far, if you're confused, bear with me, just know that Jack does not know about Jacquelyn at this point in time... but again, don't worry i'll go far into details.. at some point everything will be explained... hope to get the next chap up verrry soon.. please review if you read this and let me know what you think of Jacquelyn!!!
Missjensparrow: my most faithfulest reader =) do you have any fanfics of your own? If you do let me know in a review because I'll most certainly read em!! A life without regrets... that most definitely would be awesome.. and of course drinking rum while thinking about it would help!! ;-) this week im giving you a nice big bottle of JACK'S FAVORITE RUM!!! Washes down the head-shaped cookies ;-) thankies!!
Peaches: thanks for the bold and italic advice lol I think the new QuickEdit thing on fanfiction will let you go in and do it.. perhaps.. I guess i'll see when I post this.. thanks for a nice review!!
A/N: hola mes libros! I think I just said hello my books but you know.. just the same.. I meant READERS ;] hehe u wouldnt know it but im actually quite good at spanish.. okay ANYWAY.. we're back to the present time in the story.. and the plot is going to be getting rather intense for a bit.. then we'll settle back down again.. im still thinking about the overall plot of the story.. I havent totally figured it out yet and I want it to be original and well thought out so im taking my time... ;-) if you read, PLEASE REVIEW!!
Chapter 9: One Day My Prince Will Come
Juliet whipped around the corner of a busy Port Royal street, running down the dirt road as quickly as possible. Her shoulder was throbbing in pain, but she did her best to ignore it, since she had far more important things to worry about. It was the wee hours of the morning and very dark out, and there were barely any people on the streets, besides the group of drunken men congregated outside the Addled Corsair.
Spotting them, Juliet slowed down, edging closer to the buildings on the other side of the road. The shadows of the shops and homes sufficiently enveloped her and she passed through unnoticed. She soon rounded another corner and slipped into a narrow doorway. A small oil lamp bobbed back and forth in the light breeze above her head as she reached into her pocket, pulling out a small key.
Opening the door only to lock it behind her, Juliet quickly ascended the short flight of stairs which led to another door. She silently turned the knob and entered a small room, dimly lit by two candles on a corner table. In that corner sat a small stove and two chairs at the table, and in the other, a small double bed, covered in tattered sheets. The shutters on the windows flapped in the wind, sending a shot of cool breeze towards the bed. As the covers were blown, a small figure turned sharply in the bed, gathering the sheets and pulling them close. Suddenly, the small form sat upright, and looked around the unlit quarters. Its gaze rested upon Juliet, who looked away for a moment, biting her lip. Then its voice rang out unsteadily across the room.
"Mommy?"
.............................................................
Juliet plastered a smile onto her face and turned towards the voice that called to her.
"Yes, sweetheart, it's me," she said softly. "I'm sorry I'm home so late, I was... delayed." She decided it would be best to not go into the details of her evening at the time, but not for the reasons one might think. She was concerned about the effect a fight story would have on her child. It would intrigue and excite her, and that's what worried Juliet.
She opened up a small cabinet and retrieved a match, then kindled all the candles on the small table. The room now had a soft glow, and small waves of light bounced across her face. The child arose from the bed and came over to Juliet, pulling out the chair beside her.
"It's obvious you were delayed, Ma, that's why you're late." The little girl smiled sweetly, evidently quite pleased with herself.
To say that Jacquelyn was vibrant would be a severe understatement. She was about six years old, and really rather smart for her age. If Jack Sparrow could exist in female form, it would be through her. In fact, there was so much of Jack in this little girl that Juliet wondered how it was possible for her to be female. Even her physical features mirrored his. She had long, thick, straight black hair, and dark brown eyes. Her cheekbones were high-set and prominent, giving her a very striking gaze for someone so young.
It's a shame Jack doesn't know about her, Juliet thought to herself as she pondered how to explain their situation to Jacquelyn.
"Jacquelyn," she murmured, "Do you remember the stories I told you about your father?" Jacquelyn rubbed her eyes and yawned, then nodded in response. Juliet bit her lip, staring down at the table. "And do you remember what I said would happen if he ever returned?"
"You said we would have a much better life and we would go with him on his boat-- ship," she corrected herself. It was remarkable how much she resembled her father, though she had never met him, and even came up with phrases similar to his.
"That's right," Juliet responded. She took Jacquelyn's hand in her own, staring deep into the eyes she knew so well, the same eyes on two very similar faces. "Your father is back Jacquelyn, and I have to go with him for a while. But don't worry, darling, I'll be back very soon to get you," she said, tilting her head to the angle of her daughter's. Jacquelyn nodded vigorously, grinning from ear to ear. She never especially minded being separated from her mother, especially when there was an ulterior motive involved, since she spent about half of her time on her own anyway.
"Say hi to Daddy for me, Ma," she whispered eagerly. She idolized her father beyond belief, even though she had never met him. He was like one of those celebrities you worship from afar, often hearing about them, but never hearing from them. But she always believed that one day he would come and take them away with him... Like a prince in shining armor.
...................................................
Juliet hastened her packing and folded the other dress she owned, stuffing it inside a small pillowcase. She tossed in any other clothing she had, and a small hairbrush, then grabbed the two corners up the pillowcase and gathered them into a knot. She opened one of the shutters and looked out towards the port, seeing the first signs of sun nearing the horizon. She turned to Jacquelyn, reawakening her from their small bed.
"Jacquelyn, I have to go now... First thing in the morning, when it's light out, I want you to get yourself dressed and go to Caroline's house. Do you remember where that is?" Jacquelyn nodded sleepily. "Good," Juliet replied, taking a deep breath. "I want you to give this to her," she added, pressing a folded piece of paper into Jacquelyn's small hand. "Promise me you'll go."
"I promise, Ma," Jacquelyn answered groggily, rubbing her eyes. Noticing the unconvinced expression upon her mother's face, she sat up and looked into her eyes. "Really, I do."
"Alright, darling, I have to go now, but I promise you I'll be back very soon. You tell Caroline that, too, okay?"
"Okay, Ma."
"I love you, Jackie," Juliet whispered as she pulled the little girl into a right one-armed hug.
"I love you too, Ma, but you're hurting my neck," Jacquelyn replied, smiling.
Juliet smiled weakly, wiping a solitary tear from the corner of her eye, stood up, and quietly walked out the door.
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A/N: awwwwwwwww tear tear how very sad.. but not to worry, faithful readers! All is well =) But the big question is... JACK AND JACQUELYN... WHATS THE DEAL? Lol well I know.. but I think that you can kinda get everything from what i've said so far, if you're confused, bear with me, just know that Jack does not know about Jacquelyn at this point in time... but again, don't worry i'll go far into details.. at some point everything will be explained... hope to get the next chap up verrry soon.. please review if you read this and let me know what you think of Jacquelyn!!!
Missjensparrow: my most faithfulest reader =) do you have any fanfics of your own? If you do let me know in a review because I'll most certainly read em!! A life without regrets... that most definitely would be awesome.. and of course drinking rum while thinking about it would help!! ;-) this week im giving you a nice big bottle of JACK'S FAVORITE RUM!!! Washes down the head-shaped cookies ;-) thankies!!
Peaches: thanks for the bold and italic advice lol I think the new QuickEdit thing on fanfiction will let you go in and do it.. perhaps.. I guess i'll see when I post this.. thanks for a nice review!!