Disclaimer: William Turner, Caption Jack Sparrow and The Black Pearl are all under siege by Disney. If me sword were long enough and I me pistol was loaded I would try to own them. Alas, me fortunes don't allow it.
The MessengerIt was about midnight as I stood at the helm. The pleasant breeze was blowing full and strong which set the sails to rattling and clattering continually against the starlit sky. The moon being almost full shone every now and then through the high cirrus clouds. The moons rays looked as if they were blades of steel striking the body and soul of mother earth. The moon caught the edges of the waves and the ocean seemed to be ablaze with dancing lights. I could hear the waves splashing up against the ship ever so softly. I was staring off into the horizon listening to the sounds of the waves and the rhythm of Mandy's snoring as she lay at me feet. The sights and the sounds were soothing yet I still felt on edge. I felt it was the calm before the storm but there was no squall on the horizon.
I decided to let the crew take it easy and told them all to head to their bunks. I even said they could have a swig of rum but to go light on it. I mean we still have Elizabeth Swann on board, however I didn't invite her and neither did they. So why should we all be punished for her misdoings. Yes, Miss Swann burned me and I harbored ill feelings. I just wanted to be alone. I had a lot of thinking to do.
I was humming to meself trying to calm my feelings about Elizabeth and Katheryn. Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me. Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads, Drink up, me hearties, yo ho.
I still had not made up me mind what to do with the Lass. Any other captain would have flogged her and thrown her in the brig. Of course I am not any other captain, I am Captain Jack Sparrow and I have a soft spot for the bloody girl. Why me?
She had gone against all my rules, broken the code and made me look like a fool and according to some of the crew that was not difficult. Yet, even though she played me the fool, got herself attacked and me dog ate me leg I had given up my quarters to her and young William. When I had offered it I did not truly think they would accept. Of course it was not my idea. Oh no, it was the OTHER woman. AnaMaria had seen how angered and yet concerned I was about Elizabeth. It was her idea for me to give up me bed. I argued with her and gave her some smart retorts of why I should not bow to the wretched woman. After a few carefully placed slaps and a few choice words, AnaMaria convinced me that if I did not let Lizzy commandeer my cabin she would be sleeping on or below deck and another crew mate would attempt the same dastardly task. I hate it when AnaMaria is right.
As she put it: If it weren't Bad Boy Billy it would be Charley, or Roberts or even you, Captain. Aye, I may be a pirate but I am also a woman. I do know what goes on in the minds of yer lot. You are all scallywags and yer all cads with one-track minds. Sleeping with the lot of said pirates is no proper place for a lady like Miss Swann. The crew may have honorable intentions, but it is still no place for her and it is not fair to them. They don't bother me, as you know. I sleep down below with the crew and I can kick anyone's ass if they so much as look at me funny. There is only one man or should I say pirate that can look at me without losing something.
After AnaMaria's tirade I felt it would be much safer for Elizabeth to sleep in me quarters and much to my chagrin I finally agreed with AnaMaria and I found myself sleeping with the crew. I had to agree with Elizabeth and I too found it difficult to sleep below. I now understood why she chose to sleep on deck. I could tolerate the crew and the snoring and the disgusting odors. I could also accept the rats just fine when they were scurrying around the deck. I usually paid no notice to them but when I was woken up from a deep sleep to the loud screeching of a rat sitting on my chest and staring in my face that was the last straw. Especially since it had happened twice in one night. What did these rats find so fascinating anyway? I told Rogers to stop feeding Tommy. That old tomcat better start earning his keep or I will string him up on the riggings and get The Pearl a new cat. I could truly sympathize with Will now. I totally loath said creatures also and I gave the men permission to shot, stab, drown, do anything, just get rid of them rats.
I was so caught up in my thoughts I did not notice the small rowboat that came up suddenly out of the night and pulled up to the port side of The Pearl. Four men boarded me ship before I could even take note. Without saying a word among themselves they gathered near-by.
They might have been standing there about five minutes when by and by I started getting a feeling I was being observed. I turned my attention to Mandy who was now looking at me and yarning. Then I heard the unforgettable sound. The sound of the flintlock being pulled back.
I immediately ducked and went for my sword, only to have my arm slashed and then hearing a voice call out. I could only assume it was the leader of the party.
"Well well, me mate." The intruder walked closer to me now as he put his sword away. "Won't you come and drink a dram of rum with me?"
"Why no." I answered very civilly while rubbing me arm, "I have drunk enough already and any more will only heat my blood. I'm terribly sorry but you and your men do not merit an invitation to stay on me ship or to have a drink. Savvy?" I was glancing around to see if me fortunes had changed and perhaps one of me hearty crew were about. No such luck.
"All the same." Answered the stranger, also looking about for the crew. "I think you will come and drink with me for unless I am mistaking and I don't make mistakes, you are Captain Jack Sparrow, true? And I have come all this way to tell you something or should I say give you a little something."
I could see an evil glint in the stranger's eyes and his laugh was menacing. It sounded so familiar but coming from an unfamiliar source. He stood directly in front of me now and pulled from his pocket a very small golden box. I could see the jewels glistening on it and I recognized it. This particular jewel chest was horded with some of my other precious treasures in the cave at Isla de Muerta.
"Where did you get that?" I lowered my eyes on the box and then looked into the man's face.
"Now come Captain Sparrow where are your manners? Let us go sit down and drink some rum and possible eat some apples. What I have to tell you will be of great interest and then yes, my men and I will leave you alone. That is if you want us too."
"Well Mr.?... Obviously I do not have the privilege of knowing how to address you. You apparently know of me. You have heard my name and you know my ship. I do not drink with enemies let alone eat apples with them." I sneered at him and glanced down at Mandy. "Now if you'd be so very kind give me your message and the trinket and be gone with you or I will have me crew square with you miscreants and toss you into the shark infested waters."
I moved slightly away from the helm to clear myself from any objects that would get in the way. I was going to make a second attempt for me sword and I wanted to make sure my aim was not encumbered. I gave a slight grunt to get Mandy's attention.
"Well if that is the way you want it Captain Sparrow. I won't wait for your invitation." With lightening speed he and his men rushed Mandy and me. Before I knew it Mandy was going over board and I was being brutally attacked by the three quite observers. I was certain they were going to kill me or leave me totally maimed. They had already stripped me of me sword and me gun so all I had left were my fists. I pulled away and threw up my hands to ward off their fists and feet.
Backing away slowly and knowing I was trapped I stared at my assailants. "Well gentlemen, I knew I would warm up to you. If all you want is a drink and some conversation by all means it is a fine goal to be sure of so yes, join me. Come.." I barely got the words out when I received a blow to my stomach and I was being carried downstairs.
They took me below to the galley and pushed me into a most uncomfortable straight back wooden chair and then tied me to it. The young man that had been doing all the talking picked up a large log and was getting ready to throw it into the cook stove. He deliberately swung it at me head just missing me by inches as he threw the log on to the existing flames and giving a bone chilling evil laugh he glanced at me.
"Jack-Jack, you didn't even flinch, I guess ya accustomed to people taking a swing at ya." He then continued to warm his hands from the heat of the fire. Then proceeded to fill up two mugs with rum sliding one down the table to me and drinking the other. Looking at me very curiously and then shaking his head.
I squinted at him and nodded toward the knots that bound me. "I confess mate it was my intention on having a drink with ya. One can only hope you will untie me."
"Well Jack, I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request, that means NO. I will indeed enjoy my drink since you were so kind as to ask me. But you my Jack, my Captain Jack Sparrow will have to wait."
He walked over to me and ran his hot hands down my face, my neck and to my chest. I glared at him with contempt. He then picked up the glass and poured the rum down me throat.
"How is that Luv?" He ran his slender fingers over my lips and then licked the rum from them. "They say good things come to those who wait." He tugged on me braids and gazed deeply into me dark rimmed eyes. "Yes, I call you by your name to show you that I know you and you don't know me. I am glad to see that you are man enough to know when you are beaten and realize you should listen to me before I kill you and your kin."
At the mention of kin he had my full attention.
"Aye yes, this shows me that you are well deserving of the fortune that is to befall you TONIGHT! I have come to talk to you since it seemed to me you were not seeking Jeffery Barbossa out. I have come to seek you."
The young man walked to the other side of the table. He turned abruptly and banged the table with his fist and walked towards the firelight. He grabbed two candles off the shelf and lit them. He very carefully placed them on the table between him and myself. He nodded at the other three gentlemen and they left the room. I knew they were standing guard and heaven help any of my crew who woke up early.
The candles illuminated his features. The wavering light of the blaze shined upon his extremely high cheekbones, cutting sharp on his nose and twinkling in his glassy black eyes. Suddenly his face cracked and broadened and a grin spread out under his nose. His swart complexion was tanned to an Indian copper. On one side of his face was a curious discoloration in the skin and a long crooked, cruel scar that ran diagonally across his forehead and temple and down his cheek like a white, jagged seam. I could not keep my eyes from this white scar. His face was young and rather attractive yet the scar is what held me attention.
There was an odd sort of incongruity in his dress. A pair of heavy gold earrings and a dirty red handkerchief knotted loosely around his neck. He appeared young but very bony. He wore a coat that had once been of fine plum color now stained and seemed too large for his lean length. The coat was furbished with tarnished lace. Dirty cambric cuffs hung at his wrists and on his fingers were half a dozen and more rings, set with stones that shone and glistened and twinkled in the light of the fire. The hair at either temple was twisted into braids and he had a long plait hanging halfway down his back.
Taking another swig of rum the man wiped his lips and glared at me.
"So Sparrow you like my scar? He ran his long delicate fingers down his face. "You know I can give you one to match it."
He pulled his cutlass out from his sheath and sat it in the fire. Looking back and winking at me as he was doing so. This did not give me an easy feeling. I tried to look at him with pleading deep dark brown puppy dog eyes.
"It's Captain, Captain Sparrow mate. And please, please don't put yourself out on me account. We need no troubles and we need not share the same scar. Not that yours is bad mind you lad, I just don't think it would be suiting for me. I'm sure you will agree with me boy. I must say yours is quite unique and there should only be one of that sort. Aye-just one. Savvy?" I continued to work with the ropes hoping beyond hope they would release as I was rambling.
He sauntered back over to me. He ripped my bandana from me head and taking with it various beads and hair.
"Ouch!" I winced as he tugged with such force wishing I had not given him the satisfaction. He then started running his finger across my forehead and down the left side of me face and neck.
"You know Sparrow you talk to much. Way to much." He stood back and looked me over, I found his glances very disconcerting and just wanted him out of me face. Fearing he may decide to take me tongue I remained quite. He then ran his right hand over me right cheek and ran his fingers through me hair twisting the ends around his fingers.
"I thought you were dead. It took ya long enough to come out this way ta get your property. I guess ya just not so eager to get the little lass, or is it you don't want to give up your pretty boat, or should I say ship. I must say Captain, your daughter, she's a pretty little strumpet. I'd say she images her father. Aye her father, he too is beautiful, yes beautiful in every way." Releasing my hair he leaned forward, with palms spread out and rubbing them slowly together. He thrust his hands into his coat pocket and brought out a pipe, which he proceeded to fill of tobacco. He lit it ever so carefully and then blew the pungent smoke into me face.
Pulling my head back and keeping an eye on his movements I sneered and retorted. "No not dead-not dead by odds. I play many a close games with old Davy Jones, but he hasn't won yet. As fer me daughter she better have no harm come to her. There better not be a hair on her precious head out of place."
I looked longing at the door with thoughts of help coming. I couldn't believe I was actually talking about my daughter, a young baby girl that I have never seen, to this total wretched stranger. It made me sick to my stomach to know this bastard had been so near to my daughter and he could describe her so well.
"Now mate apparently there is something you wish of me and I'm sure you haven't camped in my galley to talk about me health or how I curl my hair. Tell me what you came to deliver and get the hell off me ship. Savvy?"
The young rouge looked at me and grabbed the candle closest to him. "Listen to me Sparrow and listen well. I will talk when I am ready and I take no orders from you or any man. He held the candle close to my cheek and I could feel the fire burning my skin. I flinched back looking at the candle and then him. He started speaking in a low tone of voice so there would be no danger of any others hearing the words. "Well Captain Sparrow, for I shall call you by your name. I am here to give you a small gift. I have it here safe and sound."
He once again held up the jeweled box and let it shine in the light. "So without any more ado mate what will you give me for it?"
I immediately began reading his face. "Sir, I do believe you said it was a gift for me from Barbossa and you do not merit such extravagance. You mate are not either Barbossa nor myself so why should you receive a thing?"
With this statement his black piercing eyes glared at me. He pulled his cutlass from the fire and placed the hot red steel on my cheek. The pain was excruciating and the smell of burning skin and hair overwhelmed the room. Tears of pain filled me eyes as I kicked the chair backwards banging my head on the wall. I had to get away from the burning metal. I yelled out in pain and shock.
"Damn it you bloody son of bitch! Give me the damn message and then let me be."
"Why Captain what makes you think that wasn't the message? Why it is such a shame to scar so a beautiful face." He lay the blade down on the table and forged in the steel was the letter B. He grabbed my chin with his free hand and forced me to look into his black eyes. "You know Captain you moved to soon and the brand didn't take. I'm dreadfully sorry but I will have to do it again. Aye it is a shame to scar such a pretty face." He then picked up the blade and put it back into the fire.
"As I said earlier Sparrow, this shows me that you are well deserving of the fortune that is to befall you TONIGHT! One of your fortunes is to be branded. The other one is to lose a finger to join your daughters, in this particular box." He once again handled the box and placed it on the table.
"You wouldn't, you couldn't. You lying bastard! She is only a baby and you-you…" I knew now was not the opportune moment to lose neither my mind nor my control. I had to keep my head.
"And you-you, I have misjudged. To you sir I'll give you a treasure. One from me cabin. A beautiful sword I commandeered from a fine British Officer. The blade is folded steel and there is gold filigree laid into the handle. It is perfectly balanced and the tang is nearly the full width of the blade. Mate, it is absolutely stunning. The sword however is in me quarters and not on me person. Send your three monkeys to get it and they can have what ever else they take a fancy too."
He looked at me and then towards the door. "Men" he yelled towards the door. "Go to the captain's quarters and plunder it's guts out. Take everything and leave nothing. Go with haste. I'll deliver the rest of the message. Now go and don't take all night."
"Aye Jem, we will go but be careful the ship is waking up."
When I heard this I was relieved and taken aback. The crew would be up soon but to my amazement my attacker was a woman. Jem, short for Jemima. What an appropriate name. Now I knew whom the stranger was. Barbossa's only daughter. I had heard of her. If the tales were true she was said to be ruthless as well as beautiful. She was said to be worse then her father so I could only assume worse then her brother.
"Now, I'll tell you what I came to say. I guess the games are over and it is time to get down to business Love. If you're man enough to take your life in your own hands and to go with me in my rowboat. Say yes, and we'll start away without wasting more time, for the devil is ashore and you don't want to keep him waiting. Say No, and I will go away and I promise you I shall never trouble you again in this sort. So now speak up plain, Captain Jack Sparrow. Tell me what is your pleasure?" She winked again rather seductively. "Do you venture or do you not?"
As she spoke she pulled the hot instrument once again out of the fire. She approached me and grabbed a hank of me hair pulling my head back with such force I felt my neck crack with pain. I could not avoid looking into her coal black eyes and seeing the red hot glistening brand just inches from me own eyes. She bought the blade down towards me forehead.
I am not sure how long I hesitated. It could not have been long. Maybe my courage wavered for a moment but if it did I was unaware. When I spoke up it was with a strong steady voice yet my eyes were wide open with fear, anticipating where this blade was going to land.
"Jem, I had hoped we had past all this." I looked pleading into the young females face giving her one of my charming Jack Sparrow smiles. "There be no need to brand me Lass. To be sure Love, I am man enough to go with you. If you mean me any harm I can look out for myself and if I can't why I am not Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Aye I know who you are." She slapped me on the back of me head and looked at me as if I were an idiot. "And you now know who I am." She lifted up the flap of her coat pocket and showed me her pistol. "I like your spirit Jack. She placed the blade on me arm and the pain riddled through me. Once again the smell of burning flesh overcame the room and I was now yelling at the top of me lungs. She snapped her pistol out of her sash and struck me across the head.
"Sparrow I thought you were smarter than that? You don't want to wake your hearty crew now do ya mate? I'll kill them just as I will you." My head was swimming and I felt the rope loosen around me body as she untied the knots. My arm was still stinging but the blow to my head seemed to dull the pain of my arm. I found some strength to stay erect and refused to go down to the floor. I was hoping by now the three quite men had reached me quarters and were introduced to my young friend, Mr. Turner, my sword, my treasure. If I ever needed anybody's skill, help and wit it was now and it was indeed, Mr. William Turner.
As I stood up to go with her I heard the outcries of a fight on deck. I had no doubt William was winning and I would be released from this demon soon. Jem obviously realized I had double-crossed her. She lunged at me with her knife and I managed to disarm her. We were on the floor fighting with our fists and she was using her teeth. I know by the time the fight was over if she looked as bad or felt as bad as I did then there was justice in the world. I would never know this for a fact because the bloody woman hit me on the head so hard the stars took over and the next thing I could remember was AnaMaria's face looking down at me. The messenger stole away in the night leaving behind three dead mates and one jeweled box.
I sat up and I groaned as the pain shot through my head. I tried to stand but my legs gave out and I collapsed. To my good fortunes, which I had very little, William was now standing beside me and caught me before I went down.
"Elizabeth, where is…?" Panic coursed through my body which gave me enough strength to haul myself up and over to the table. I stopped for a moment to try and get my breath back but even breathing hurt. I pulled my shirt out of my breeches and inspected my torso. Wincing as I saw a mass of bruises covering nearly every part of my body. "Oh bloody hell." I groaned in disgust. I delicately touched my ribs and made myself yelp. I had to confirm my suspicions that Barbossa's messenger had broken some of them. "Bloody Blooming Hell!"
Will looked at AnaMaria and then at me. "What happened here Jack? How did Barbossa's men get on the ship?"
Gibbs ran in and stopped short. "Mother's love, Jack! What the hell has happened to you? Where is Mandy and what is… that?"
Everyone's attention went to the small-jeweled box lying in the middle of the table surrounded by the two-lit candlesticks. The jewels glistened in the flickering light, as I knew what I would behold in the box. How in the bloody world was I going to tell Elizabeth when I couldn't square with it meself?
"That is a gift for me from Barbossa." I hissed as I reached for the box. AnaMaria seeing I was in pain came over to me so I could lean on her. "Get me ter me quarters love." I sagged in her embrace as she looked at me with worry. "Get me there now."
"Jack? Why would Barbossa's men do this?"
"I Dunno. Maybe they were bored and didn't have anything better to do so they took to beating up Captain Jack Sparrow." I gasped and held me ribs, wanting to go faster and cursing my broken body.
"What is in the box Jack?"
AnaMaria asked in a harsh tone knowing that I was lying to her. She knew that I knew exactly why Barbossa's men attacked me and that I knew what was in the box.
"None of your business Lass. Now help me and stop asking so many bloody questions."
XXXXXXXXXI sat in my cabin alone; grateful I had a swordsman with such skill as Will on me ship. I had dismissed AnaMaria. She was asking too many questions for her own good or maybe my own. I knew eventually she would find out the truth of the child and the fact I have put me whole crew in jeopardy because of not just Elizabeth's baby but also mine.
I had all the windows open and the wind was blowing gently through the cabin. I had to clear my head and make my move. By the dim light the candle gave off I sat staring over my maps.
My thoughts were running ramped. So the messenger, Jem, said the devil was waiting on land. Aye, he grows impatient or… does she? I should have guessed the messenger was Barbossa. No not his son Jeffery but his only daughter Jemima. I fear she is playing a dangerous game and I have fallen into her web. Does she plan to double-cross her brother by using my daughter and me? She says he wants me ship but in truth it is she who wants it. Well, they can both think again.
Knowing our location I knew I was close to the caves of Isle De Muerta and I would be a fool to turn around and take Elizabeth to safety. It would also be detrimental to Katheryn. Looking over me own body I figured Lizzy could probably take care of herself better than I. She is a feisty woman and one to be dealt with later. Much later. If indeed her sweet Kat was one year old she would surly be influenced by Barbossa now. She could be a demon herself, heaven forbid she could even love monkeys. Barbossa I know wants me ship but does he also intend to turn my own flesh and blood against me? Obviously I am now paying for my sins of long ago. I always said I would face the consequences but I never thought I'd be living out me own bloody words.
It was not quit eleven o'clock. I ran my fingers through me hair slowly and hesitantly, remembering the way Jem stocked me hair. I heard the cabin door beyond open and shut. I listen to the noise of footsteps crossing the floor and the scraping of a chair dragging across the wood. I folded the maps and smoothing down my mustache I rose and took a lone candle over to my inviting bed. I had to ask William and Elizabeth to find other quarters. I could not sleep with the crew tonight; I was to fatigued and beaten. I removed me shirt and lie gently on the bed.
"Come Love you can take care of old Jack like nobody else can. I wouldn't admit this to everyone but I'm felling me age."
I looked over to the chair and attempted to give a toothy grin. To my surprise it was not AnaMaria sitting in the chair it was William.
"Jack. I promise I won't tell anyone you are old." Will looked at me with a slight smile and concern in his eyes. "Elizabeth is afraid for our safety and that of Katheryn's. She wanted to come to you but under the circumstances I figured you would not be willing to entertain her questions. I can only assume since Barbossa's men came to deliver a message we must be close. I speculate we can take it as a good sign that your daughter, I mean, Elizabeth's daughter is still alive."
Will unfolded the maps I had left on the desk and perused over them. He then spotted the golden-jeweled box.
"Jack?" Will picked it up and cradled it in his hand. "Please tell me what is in it."
I sighed and tried to get off the bed but then I lay back down as spasms of pain darted through me. "William, I have been told the finger of me daughter is in that box. I have not yet looked. If Barbossa has harmed a hair on my innocent child I will kill him with my bare hands." I looked up at the billowing red curtains as they blew in the balmy breeze coming through the windows. "Or should I say, I'll have you kill the bastard."
Will was still cribbing the box in his hand. I could see he was hesitant to open it. I closed me eyes hoping he would open it to alleviate my curiosity and the sick feeling I had in the pit of me stomach.
He looked over at me. "Jack are you not well, do you want me to leave?"
I opened me eyes observing the box was still closed. "No, lad I'll be fine. Stay, I could use the company, help yourself to a bottle." I lifted up a limp arm and pointed to the cabinet.
Will got up and placing the box on top of the maps he helped himself to the liquor. He then walked over to the windows and looked out at the sea. "I've had a lot of time to think about things Jack."
Oh no here it comes. Will was going to confide in me. He was most likely going to land in on me about the child and what my intentions are. I was not ready for this but I knew I was literal stuck and he had my attention. "So you say Will. You have been thinking?"
"It occurred to me that you knew my father far longer then I did and much better than I ever did." Will took a long swig and glanced over at me.
I shrugged "What brings this on boy? You could have asked this question months ago. Why wait till now?"
"I want to find out where I come from. Who I come from. I want more from my father than just a name, Jack."
"Aye Lad you have been talking to that lovely Miss Swann. I can imagine the things she has been putting into your young mind. Pirating may be in your blood, Will Turner but it's not what makes you who you are. Lad your father was a kind and gentle man. He was a man with a good enough heart to care for a lovely woman and give her his name. Aye, your mum, may she rest in peace, she was the love of his life. You William are just like him. When our voyage is over and we are in safe quarters I would recommend you take the opportune moment and ask that Lass to be your wife." I smiled warmly at him. "I would wager you three gold rings and one bejeweled with a large diamond she will say yes."
Will approached the desk again and put his empty bottle down. "Thank you Jack. That actually means a lot to me hearing you say that. I will go now and let you rest. I'll have to say it looks as if you could use some healing slumber." He walked towards the door and turned to face me. "Gibbs and I have been searching the waters for Mandy but we have yet to find her. I'll send AnaMaria to you to take care of your needs." Will gave me a childish grin. "And I'll keep you posted on any new developments."
"No Will. Please don't go. I do have a favor to ask of you." I propped myself up on my elbows and cocked me head towards the desk. "Son, will you please open the box and tell me what is in it?"
Will glanced at the desk and hesitantly went and picked up the jeweled present. "Are you sure you want me to do this Captain?" He eyed the box and then looked ever so slowly at me.
"Yes Will, we all have to face our demons someday and today I think I will face one of mine. Please help me and open it. Then bring it to me."
Will stood in silence; the breeze had stopped the heavy curtains dangled across the windows preventing the moonlight to dapple across the room. There was just a slight flicker from the candlelight as Will opened the box.
My eyes remained on his face as he removed the lid. I watched his eyes. I knew I would be able to see everything in William's eyes. What is it that Barbossa has sent me?
"My God Jack." Will gasp as he looked in the box and then at me.
"Bloody Hell, he has harmed her." I yelled and jumped from the bed. I felt the bile coming up from the pit of me stomach. "What's the damage? I vow I will kill him."
"No, Jack. He has not. This is beautiful this is really beautiful."
He bought the box over to me and handed it over as if it would be the last treasure I ever received. Lying in the golden box framed by blood-red velvet lay the most beautiful thing I'd ever set me eyes upon. It was a lock of raven hair that shone up at me, looking far to fine to be surrounded by such a gaudy box. It stretched out the whole length of the container. The hair was shiny and dark just like mine. The lock of hair was far to precious to be in such an ornamental piece of junk. Even from a distance I could tell it was softer and finer than silk. But the most alluring thing about it was the perfectly formed curl. I could let it flawlessly circle my pinky. I almost let it. I had never seen such a beautiful curl and I did not want to disturb perfection. Yes, this was perfection it was like a dream. I did eventual pick it up and held it in my rough dirty hands. I let it curl around me finger. It was soft, it was hers she was now wrapped around me finger and though I did not know her she was forever wrapped around me heart. I guess that is what a daughter does to a father. I would protect her till the day she died. I shook my head to prevent the tears from forming in me eyes. Ignoring the pain wracking through me body. I looked upon the curl again.
I went over to the window and threw open the curtains. I nodded toward the horizon.
"William. Barbossa is playing a dangerous game and all I know is my daughter is on his ship. I intend ter get her back. Then I will deal with Barbossa."
A/N I want to thank all my loyal readers. I hope you are all enjoying the story. Just wait to see what happens in chapter 16.Katrina: I always appreciate your wit and questions. Of course Kat's birthday is October 1. It sounds like a great date to me that is actually my dog's birthday. I have to agree anyone who strikes a dog is bad. Bad Bad Jack. Nobody should hit an animal and if they do they should pay for it dearly.
Princess Morning: you are so correct when you say AnaMaria does not know Jack is the father. You will just have to wait to see what befalls. Seabiscuit: I am so glad you like my descriptions. I have to say I am not Jack and I guess that is good or I would be one bruised puppy. Poor Jack.Fanfiction Fanatic: It is always good to hear from you I am glad you are enjoying.
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Dr. Peaches: It is always a pleasure hearing from you. Thanks for your input. I agree with your comments and it is hard to correct. I'll try too without jeopardizing the story.
Black Jack 22: Keep enjoying the story. I'm glad some parts make you laugh.
Jessica, VindiGirl, rebelm, iamAJ and Avenger: keep on reading and enjoying. There is much more to come.