Xavantina and The Curse of the Black Pearl
Author: Xavantina
Rating: R for now.
Pairings: WT/JS and minor others...
Disclaimer: Every single pirate, monkey, blacksmith and navy-guy belong to Gore Verbinski, Disney and some other people, I'm sure. Too bad, isn't it?
Summary: Shameless Maeglin Yedi styled Mary Sue. Imagine waking up onboard the Black Pearl.
Warnings: Swearing. Slash. Stuff.
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Chapter Three: Piracy For Dummies
Damn. Sunlight on my face. And my head feels like someone jumped on it last night. And it smells weird here. Why?
"Had fun last night, Miss Holm?"
Not Barbossa this early in the morning. I open my eyes, squinting. He doesn't look all that angry, just amused and maybe a bit surprised. "Very much," I mutter, trying to sit up. I fall off the bed and land at his feet. Jack the Monkey makes a sound that could easily be taken for a laugh. A monkey is mocking me. It's official, my life can't get worse.
"I take it you got tired of wearing the dress I so kindly lent you?" he asks smugly.
I look up at him questioningly, trying to figure out what the hell he is referring to. Then I remember something from last night. Somewhere between the fifth and seventh glass I decided that the dress was gonna go. And the only other clothes I could find in the cabin was... I look down myself... Barbossa's clothes. "Yeah, I felt like being able to breathe," I mutter. I recall Pintel and Ragetti's horrified faces when I started going through Barbossa's stuff, and smacking Pintel because he peeked while I changed. "Where's the dress?"
Barbossa points to the corner, where the dress lay crumbled. I have to admit, this outfit was more comfortable. A little loose some places, and a bit ragged but otherwise perfect. "Normally I would punish anyone for going through my private things, but I'll make an exception with you, Missy."
"Mind if I keep this on?" I ask blatantly, "It smells like monkey, but it's comfy."
Barbossa actually looks totally baffled, but then he chuckles, "If you wish, Miss Holm. If you would only be as kind as to keep the shirt a little more closed when you leave the cabin. I hate to have my crew distracted."
I quickly pull the shirt tight, blushing furiously. Honestly, is there anyone on this ship who hasn't seen my breasts?
***
I had hoped that my seasickness was a chapter long forgotten. It's not. I roll over on my side, groaning pitifully. I had managed to live with the gentle rocking but it got worse over night. I sit up and try swallowing repeatedly. It does me no good.
I reach the railing just in time, and there goes my dinner from last night. I can imagine Barbossa would be disappointed. Around me the pirates are cheering and hooting.
I try the best that I can to walk quickly back inside with high head. I'm about half way when my foot gets stuck in something and I fall forwards. I am seconds from hitting the ground when a pair of strong arms catch me and pull me back up. Hello! I am turned around and find myself facing Barbossa. Who is still holding onto me. And I get away from him a little too quickly, almost stumbling again. Jack chips loudly at me, but I ignore him striding into Barbossa's cabin and closing the doors after my.
I am barely halfway to the bed, when they barge open and P1 and P2 enters with something that I guess is lunch. Ragetti, I have decided that he can be Pirate 1, is rubbing his wooden eye and grinning. Pintel is looking smug. "What?" I demand, taking the not nearly warm enough coffee.
"Got a little snuggle' wit' the Captain, eh?"
I choke and my drink spitting it in poor Ragetti's face. On the pro side he stops rubbing the eye. "Don't scare me like that. I'd rather get snuggle-y with you," I spit at Pintel, and hope that he doesn't take that statement as encouragement. "I'm sick."
Ragetti gives me an apple, "It'll help," he promises. I shrug, vitamin C wouldn't hurt I guess. I wonder if Pintel taught Ragetti all the random stuff he knows. Like the history of Troy and the good effects of fruit.
***
I am not complaining. Honestly, I'm not. But dude, being on the Black Pearl gets boring after a week, especially when you aren't moving anywhere. I sit staring into thin air, waiting for Pintel to make his next move. Playing tic-tac-toe has become his new hobby it would seem, and he is bent on beating me. He still needs to accomplish that.
"Xavan?" I snap out of me trail of thoughts, and absently place my 'X'. I won again. Pintel leaves the cabin, swearing and cursing in a degree that would have made even me blush 10 days ago. Now, I don't even blink. Instead I yawn, and decide to seek out the captain of this little boat/ship. Of course, I realise as I get outside where the sun is high, I actually have no idea where to look for him.
"Getting restless, Miss Holm?" His voice cuts through the air. It's interesting, actually. Very interesting.
I turn around and squint my eyes together to avoid getting blinded by the sun. I wonder what Barbossa is doing at the helm when we aren't moving. I make my way to him, noting that almost all of the crew is below deck, "I can't say I'm on my toes," I admit, stroking Jack as he jumps over to greet me.
Something clicks. It sounds like a gun. Without even thinking I smack Barbossa's pistol away from me, so that it points down at the main-deck instead. He looks impressed. It would appear that training with Ragetti and Pintel did me some good. "Extraordinary," Barbossa comments, and puts his pistol back in his belt.
I roll my eyes and go back to my monkey-petting. And discreetly check that I didn't wet myself.
***
It's all very interesting. I don't even notice the ripple effect, since I am in my cabin playing tic-tac-toe with Pintel again. But he notices. He freezes in his movements, looking around the cabin with wide eyes. "Gold."
My mouth forms a pretty little 'o' and I tactfully get up. Pintel storms out the cabin and I can hear Barbossa barking orders to the crew. The whole ship is suddenly very noisy, compared to the dull silence I have experienced over the last many days.
I suddenly realise that this is it. I'm getting off. My brain clicks and the plan I've been working on for many hours is set to work. I run over to the left side of the cabin and tear open one of Barbossa's treasure chests. I remove the first layer of random stuff and lift the bottom off. Just like in Elizabeth's drawer actually. And it is filled with weapons, just as it was ten days ago. I take a cutlass and two pistols. I go through my plan again as I stuff them away under my clothes. Get onshore and run your ass off. Shoot and slice whatever tries to stop you. It seemed like a reasonable plan when I made it up. Only problem is that I don't want to leave this ship all the sudden.
I walk to one of the windows and look out. They pirates are running around making themselves useful constantly, and soon we are sailing with good speed. As I pass the chest again I kick it shut.
I sit at the dinning table for some time, absently biting my nails. Somewhere in the next hour Barbossa comes in shortly to inform me that we are sailing towards Port Royal, and that we should be there by nightfall. I am honoured that he wished to share this with me, and it also proves that he has trust in my information. When he turns to leave I feel even worse.
***
Cannons are loud. I can practically feel a headache luring in the front of my skull. But there's no time to think about that. I take a swing of the rum I saved behind my bed and then stride towards the door...
"Better keep it secret," I say to myself and find one of Barbossa's hats. Pulling it down so it cowers my face just as well as Anamaria managed, I slip out of the cabin. Just as I planned, things are still going along like everything has been planned for years. Of course Barbossa has had ten years or more to perfect his crew, so it's no wonder how perfectly everything works. Every one of the men knows what to do and when to do it. Except me, as I soon notice. The fact that I'm standing still is a dead give away already.
But quickly I'm shoved along. I suspect it was Bo'sun who did the shoving actually. How ironic is that? I end up going towards the boats, and just for the sake of a small amount of comfort, I get a place in the one with Pintel and Ragetti in it. Pulling the hat down even more, I realise that the pirates don't care about who is around them anymore. They are so bend on fighting that they are quite oblivious to everything else around them.
When we reach the shore, I try not to make myself noticed. It turns out to be a bad strategy though, I'm being led along by the horde of pirates. There suddenly seems to be a lot more of them then usual. I follow the group with Ragetti and Pintel in it, waiting for a chance to slip away unnoticed.
Who was I kidding when I thought it would be easy. A whole bunch of navy dudes, and they are all ready for shooting us down. And unlike the rest of the pirates, I can be hurt. And I feel like wetting myself.
So when the pirates start fighting and, frankly, slaughtering the soldiers, I keep to the back. That's when it happens. Somehow Ragetti has been busy killing off one of the redcoats, and another one has come up behind him, aiming and getting ready to shoot. A part of my suddenly pro-pirate twisted brain is screaming that it isn't going to hurt him at all. But the basic protecting instinct doesn't care, it would seem. Without hesitation I pull out one of my guns and shot.
It's actually funny stuff going through my head at this moment. I remember being a kid, going to the firing-range with my Dad and shooting all night. I guess he always on some level wished he'd had a son, and therefor he didn't expect that much of me. He was so proud when I got good at shooting.
The bullet hits the guy right in the forehead and he drops to the ground. Ragetti looks confused, he turns around and stare at the guard for a second then back at me, "Savan!!"
"Sch," I hush him irately, but Pintel has heard the outburst.
He twirls around and stares at me open mouthed, "What are ye doing' 'ere?"
I don't know. Honestly, I don't remember. And I just killed someone. I stare at the guy, breathing heavily. I hear the gun clatter as it hits the ground, telling me that I apparently dropped it. I just killed that guy. And for no good reason. Ragetti seizes my arm and drags me along. We're on our way to the governor's house, I deduct. I can hear Pintel hissing stuff in my ear, but I can't make out what he is actually saying. But he sounds angry. And concerned. I smile for a bit. He is frightened for me, how sweet... I killed a person.
Suddenly I feel another pair of hands on me. Brutally I am pulled from Ragetti, and on pure instinct I scream. A whole bunch of navy people have turned up out of nowhere, and now I look like a person who needs to be saved, apparently. Because I am not getting shot, I am being carried off while the rest of my little gang is fighting the rest of the guards. I kick and claw with all my might, but the guy carrying me seems unaffected by my efforts. Typical.
In a last desperate attempt of escape I pull the cutlass out and put it to the guy's throat. Wrong move it would seem. I'm dropped and before I hit the ground I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head. Then the world turns black.
***
... "This one was rescued from the pirate's clutches. She was in shock and had to be locked up to prevent her from harming herself and others."
I snort loudly, cracking open an eye. Well what do you know, it's Gillette. I sit up and look around. I'm in prison. The Black Pearl seems more appealing all the sudden. And my head hurts like hell. Outside my cell is the already mentioned Gillette and a couple of other people that I don't recognise.
"Not that I'm not thankful or anything, but would you let me out?" I drawl, rubbing the back of my head and giving the lieutenant a grumpy look.
Being the prude he obviously is, Gillette takes offence of my tone, "I'm afraid I can't do that, Miss...?"
"Smith." I smirk when he scribbles it down. Not that it'll matter anyway.
"You will be let out when we are sure your mental condition is stable." At my look, he only smirks smugger than I did, "Good day, Miss Smith." I walks away and the other navy dudes follow him. Little prick. Probably needs to get laid. Not that I'm volunteering, God no.
I get up slowly, stretching my sore limbs. Being passed out on a stone floor is really bad for your body. I walk over to the bars and look around. It all empty. I tiny bit of light shines through the dungeon-like room, telling me that it has turned to day.
That's when I realise for real, where I am. Here in the keep. The day after the pirates attack Port Royal. That means, that if I'm lucky... "Captain Jack?"
No one responds, and I sigh. God damn it, now I'll be stuck here forever. And I'll never see Ragetti or Pintel again. I bet Barbossa is mad at them now. I mean, in some way it's all their fault, if you see it from his point of view. Why did I wanna get off that ship again?
"Aye?"
I snap my eyes open, and move to the far right of my cell, "Captain Jack Sparrow?"
"The one and only."
It sounds like him all right. Slightly slurred and everything. I wish I could hug him to death. "So, Twigg and Koehler didn't see me when they were here," I murmur, more to myself then to the Captain.
I hear Jack get up and move towards me, "If ye don' mind me askin' love, how did ye know they were down 'ere, if you were all knocked out?" A paused, "And how did ye know 'em to begin with?"
I figure that Jack is a good guy to befriend at this stage, if I want to get out of here, "I just know. I'm psychic or something, take your pick. As for knowing them, I just spend almost two weeks on the Pearl." I roll the 'r' in Pearl for dramatic effect. "You get to know people."
Jack is silent for several second, "That's very interesting."
"I know," I grin, sitting down on the floor, "Gives me inside knowledge, you know." Jack doesn't respond, and it unsettles me a bit. Shouldn't he be, like, going all 'oooo' or 'wow' or a least ask how I managed to stay alive?
I hear a weird sound from Jack's cell. I look out and see that he has started trying to pick the lock. I silently wonder how long it'll take for Will to arrive. And what the hell I'm going to do. But I don't get time to make a plan, because suddenly the door to the prison opens, and the man himself, Will Turner comes jumping down the stairs.
While he talks to Jack I stay completely silent, still trying to work on my plan. But my only suggestion involves having sex with Jack many times, and that doesn't really get me anywhere. It only makes me hot and bothered.
I'm busy thinking of ways to get back to the Pearl, when I suddenly hear my 'name' mentioned, "If you spring me from this cell I swear on pain of death I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass. Do we have an accord?"
The sound of shaking hands. Then Jack goes off script, "And Miss Smith in the next cell goes free too."
Will is suddenly standing before me, giving first me then Jack questioning looks, "Why?"
"The goodness of my heart," Jack swears.
I somehow doubt that strongly. But who cares, Will gets the door off my cell and I jump out as quickly as I can. After the brief showdown that is Jack pointing a pistol at Will's face, we make our way out.
After we turn the nearest corner, Jack stops and looks me over. "Funny ou'fit, love."
"It's Barbossa's," I say, trying to check his reaction. There is none, and now I'm getting annoyed.
As we make out way to the docks, I can't help but feel slightly worried about what purpose I really serve Jack...
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Author: Xavantina
Rating: R for now.
Pairings: WT/JS and minor others...
Disclaimer: Every single pirate, monkey, blacksmith and navy-guy belong to Gore Verbinski, Disney and some other people, I'm sure. Too bad, isn't it?
Summary: Shameless Maeglin Yedi styled Mary Sue. Imagine waking up onboard the Black Pearl.
Warnings: Swearing. Slash. Stuff.
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Chapter Three: Piracy For Dummies
Damn. Sunlight on my face. And my head feels like someone jumped on it last night. And it smells weird here. Why?
"Had fun last night, Miss Holm?"
Not Barbossa this early in the morning. I open my eyes, squinting. He doesn't look all that angry, just amused and maybe a bit surprised. "Very much," I mutter, trying to sit up. I fall off the bed and land at his feet. Jack the Monkey makes a sound that could easily be taken for a laugh. A monkey is mocking me. It's official, my life can't get worse.
"I take it you got tired of wearing the dress I so kindly lent you?" he asks smugly.
I look up at him questioningly, trying to figure out what the hell he is referring to. Then I remember something from last night. Somewhere between the fifth and seventh glass I decided that the dress was gonna go. And the only other clothes I could find in the cabin was... I look down myself... Barbossa's clothes. "Yeah, I felt like being able to breathe," I mutter. I recall Pintel and Ragetti's horrified faces when I started going through Barbossa's stuff, and smacking Pintel because he peeked while I changed. "Where's the dress?"
Barbossa points to the corner, where the dress lay crumbled. I have to admit, this outfit was more comfortable. A little loose some places, and a bit ragged but otherwise perfect. "Normally I would punish anyone for going through my private things, but I'll make an exception with you, Missy."
"Mind if I keep this on?" I ask blatantly, "It smells like monkey, but it's comfy."
Barbossa actually looks totally baffled, but then he chuckles, "If you wish, Miss Holm. If you would only be as kind as to keep the shirt a little more closed when you leave the cabin. I hate to have my crew distracted."
I quickly pull the shirt tight, blushing furiously. Honestly, is there anyone on this ship who hasn't seen my breasts?
***
I had hoped that my seasickness was a chapter long forgotten. It's not. I roll over on my side, groaning pitifully. I had managed to live with the gentle rocking but it got worse over night. I sit up and try swallowing repeatedly. It does me no good.
I reach the railing just in time, and there goes my dinner from last night. I can imagine Barbossa would be disappointed. Around me the pirates are cheering and hooting.
I try the best that I can to walk quickly back inside with high head. I'm about half way when my foot gets stuck in something and I fall forwards. I am seconds from hitting the ground when a pair of strong arms catch me and pull me back up. Hello! I am turned around and find myself facing Barbossa. Who is still holding onto me. And I get away from him a little too quickly, almost stumbling again. Jack chips loudly at me, but I ignore him striding into Barbossa's cabin and closing the doors after my.
I am barely halfway to the bed, when they barge open and P1 and P2 enters with something that I guess is lunch. Ragetti, I have decided that he can be Pirate 1, is rubbing his wooden eye and grinning. Pintel is looking smug. "What?" I demand, taking the not nearly warm enough coffee.
"Got a little snuggle' wit' the Captain, eh?"
I choke and my drink spitting it in poor Ragetti's face. On the pro side he stops rubbing the eye. "Don't scare me like that. I'd rather get snuggle-y with you," I spit at Pintel, and hope that he doesn't take that statement as encouragement. "I'm sick."
Ragetti gives me an apple, "It'll help," he promises. I shrug, vitamin C wouldn't hurt I guess. I wonder if Pintel taught Ragetti all the random stuff he knows. Like the history of Troy and the good effects of fruit.
***
I am not complaining. Honestly, I'm not. But dude, being on the Black Pearl gets boring after a week, especially when you aren't moving anywhere. I sit staring into thin air, waiting for Pintel to make his next move. Playing tic-tac-toe has become his new hobby it would seem, and he is bent on beating me. He still needs to accomplish that.
"Xavan?" I snap out of me trail of thoughts, and absently place my 'X'. I won again. Pintel leaves the cabin, swearing and cursing in a degree that would have made even me blush 10 days ago. Now, I don't even blink. Instead I yawn, and decide to seek out the captain of this little boat/ship. Of course, I realise as I get outside where the sun is high, I actually have no idea where to look for him.
"Getting restless, Miss Holm?" His voice cuts through the air. It's interesting, actually. Very interesting.
I turn around and squint my eyes together to avoid getting blinded by the sun. I wonder what Barbossa is doing at the helm when we aren't moving. I make my way to him, noting that almost all of the crew is below deck, "I can't say I'm on my toes," I admit, stroking Jack as he jumps over to greet me.
Something clicks. It sounds like a gun. Without even thinking I smack Barbossa's pistol away from me, so that it points down at the main-deck instead. He looks impressed. It would appear that training with Ragetti and Pintel did me some good. "Extraordinary," Barbossa comments, and puts his pistol back in his belt.
I roll my eyes and go back to my monkey-petting. And discreetly check that I didn't wet myself.
***
It's all very interesting. I don't even notice the ripple effect, since I am in my cabin playing tic-tac-toe with Pintel again. But he notices. He freezes in his movements, looking around the cabin with wide eyes. "Gold."
My mouth forms a pretty little 'o' and I tactfully get up. Pintel storms out the cabin and I can hear Barbossa barking orders to the crew. The whole ship is suddenly very noisy, compared to the dull silence I have experienced over the last many days.
I suddenly realise that this is it. I'm getting off. My brain clicks and the plan I've been working on for many hours is set to work. I run over to the left side of the cabin and tear open one of Barbossa's treasure chests. I remove the first layer of random stuff and lift the bottom off. Just like in Elizabeth's drawer actually. And it is filled with weapons, just as it was ten days ago. I take a cutlass and two pistols. I go through my plan again as I stuff them away under my clothes. Get onshore and run your ass off. Shoot and slice whatever tries to stop you. It seemed like a reasonable plan when I made it up. Only problem is that I don't want to leave this ship all the sudden.
I walk to one of the windows and look out. They pirates are running around making themselves useful constantly, and soon we are sailing with good speed. As I pass the chest again I kick it shut.
I sit at the dinning table for some time, absently biting my nails. Somewhere in the next hour Barbossa comes in shortly to inform me that we are sailing towards Port Royal, and that we should be there by nightfall. I am honoured that he wished to share this with me, and it also proves that he has trust in my information. When he turns to leave I feel even worse.
***
Cannons are loud. I can practically feel a headache luring in the front of my skull. But there's no time to think about that. I take a swing of the rum I saved behind my bed and then stride towards the door...
"Better keep it secret," I say to myself and find one of Barbossa's hats. Pulling it down so it cowers my face just as well as Anamaria managed, I slip out of the cabin. Just as I planned, things are still going along like everything has been planned for years. Of course Barbossa has had ten years or more to perfect his crew, so it's no wonder how perfectly everything works. Every one of the men knows what to do and when to do it. Except me, as I soon notice. The fact that I'm standing still is a dead give away already.
But quickly I'm shoved along. I suspect it was Bo'sun who did the shoving actually. How ironic is that? I end up going towards the boats, and just for the sake of a small amount of comfort, I get a place in the one with Pintel and Ragetti in it. Pulling the hat down even more, I realise that the pirates don't care about who is around them anymore. They are so bend on fighting that they are quite oblivious to everything else around them.
When we reach the shore, I try not to make myself noticed. It turns out to be a bad strategy though, I'm being led along by the horde of pirates. There suddenly seems to be a lot more of them then usual. I follow the group with Ragetti and Pintel in it, waiting for a chance to slip away unnoticed.
Who was I kidding when I thought it would be easy. A whole bunch of navy dudes, and they are all ready for shooting us down. And unlike the rest of the pirates, I can be hurt. And I feel like wetting myself.
So when the pirates start fighting and, frankly, slaughtering the soldiers, I keep to the back. That's when it happens. Somehow Ragetti has been busy killing off one of the redcoats, and another one has come up behind him, aiming and getting ready to shoot. A part of my suddenly pro-pirate twisted brain is screaming that it isn't going to hurt him at all. But the basic protecting instinct doesn't care, it would seem. Without hesitation I pull out one of my guns and shot.
It's actually funny stuff going through my head at this moment. I remember being a kid, going to the firing-range with my Dad and shooting all night. I guess he always on some level wished he'd had a son, and therefor he didn't expect that much of me. He was so proud when I got good at shooting.
The bullet hits the guy right in the forehead and he drops to the ground. Ragetti looks confused, he turns around and stare at the guard for a second then back at me, "Savan!!"
"Sch," I hush him irately, but Pintel has heard the outburst.
He twirls around and stares at me open mouthed, "What are ye doing' 'ere?"
I don't know. Honestly, I don't remember. And I just killed someone. I stare at the guy, breathing heavily. I hear the gun clatter as it hits the ground, telling me that I apparently dropped it. I just killed that guy. And for no good reason. Ragetti seizes my arm and drags me along. We're on our way to the governor's house, I deduct. I can hear Pintel hissing stuff in my ear, but I can't make out what he is actually saying. But he sounds angry. And concerned. I smile for a bit. He is frightened for me, how sweet... I killed a person.
Suddenly I feel another pair of hands on me. Brutally I am pulled from Ragetti, and on pure instinct I scream. A whole bunch of navy people have turned up out of nowhere, and now I look like a person who needs to be saved, apparently. Because I am not getting shot, I am being carried off while the rest of my little gang is fighting the rest of the guards. I kick and claw with all my might, but the guy carrying me seems unaffected by my efforts. Typical.
In a last desperate attempt of escape I pull the cutlass out and put it to the guy's throat. Wrong move it would seem. I'm dropped and before I hit the ground I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head. Then the world turns black.
***
... "This one was rescued from the pirate's clutches. She was in shock and had to be locked up to prevent her from harming herself and others."
I snort loudly, cracking open an eye. Well what do you know, it's Gillette. I sit up and look around. I'm in prison. The Black Pearl seems more appealing all the sudden. And my head hurts like hell. Outside my cell is the already mentioned Gillette and a couple of other people that I don't recognise.
"Not that I'm not thankful or anything, but would you let me out?" I drawl, rubbing the back of my head and giving the lieutenant a grumpy look.
Being the prude he obviously is, Gillette takes offence of my tone, "I'm afraid I can't do that, Miss...?"
"Smith." I smirk when he scribbles it down. Not that it'll matter anyway.
"You will be let out when we are sure your mental condition is stable." At my look, he only smirks smugger than I did, "Good day, Miss Smith." I walks away and the other navy dudes follow him. Little prick. Probably needs to get laid. Not that I'm volunteering, God no.
I get up slowly, stretching my sore limbs. Being passed out on a stone floor is really bad for your body. I walk over to the bars and look around. It all empty. I tiny bit of light shines through the dungeon-like room, telling me that it has turned to day.
That's when I realise for real, where I am. Here in the keep. The day after the pirates attack Port Royal. That means, that if I'm lucky... "Captain Jack?"
No one responds, and I sigh. God damn it, now I'll be stuck here forever. And I'll never see Ragetti or Pintel again. I bet Barbossa is mad at them now. I mean, in some way it's all their fault, if you see it from his point of view. Why did I wanna get off that ship again?
"Aye?"
I snap my eyes open, and move to the far right of my cell, "Captain Jack Sparrow?"
"The one and only."
It sounds like him all right. Slightly slurred and everything. I wish I could hug him to death. "So, Twigg and Koehler didn't see me when they were here," I murmur, more to myself then to the Captain.
I hear Jack get up and move towards me, "If ye don' mind me askin' love, how did ye know they were down 'ere, if you were all knocked out?" A paused, "And how did ye know 'em to begin with?"
I figure that Jack is a good guy to befriend at this stage, if I want to get out of here, "I just know. I'm psychic or something, take your pick. As for knowing them, I just spend almost two weeks on the Pearl." I roll the 'r' in Pearl for dramatic effect. "You get to know people."
Jack is silent for several second, "That's very interesting."
"I know," I grin, sitting down on the floor, "Gives me inside knowledge, you know." Jack doesn't respond, and it unsettles me a bit. Shouldn't he be, like, going all 'oooo' or 'wow' or a least ask how I managed to stay alive?
I hear a weird sound from Jack's cell. I look out and see that he has started trying to pick the lock. I silently wonder how long it'll take for Will to arrive. And what the hell I'm going to do. But I don't get time to make a plan, because suddenly the door to the prison opens, and the man himself, Will Turner comes jumping down the stairs.
While he talks to Jack I stay completely silent, still trying to work on my plan. But my only suggestion involves having sex with Jack many times, and that doesn't really get me anywhere. It only makes me hot and bothered.
I'm busy thinking of ways to get back to the Pearl, when I suddenly hear my 'name' mentioned, "If you spring me from this cell I swear on pain of death I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass. Do we have an accord?"
The sound of shaking hands. Then Jack goes off script, "And Miss Smith in the next cell goes free too."
Will is suddenly standing before me, giving first me then Jack questioning looks, "Why?"
"The goodness of my heart," Jack swears.
I somehow doubt that strongly. But who cares, Will gets the door off my cell and I jump out as quickly as I can. After the brief showdown that is Jack pointing a pistol at Will's face, we make our way out.
After we turn the nearest corner, Jack stops and looks me over. "Funny ou'fit, love."
"It's Barbossa's," I say, trying to check his reaction. There is none, and now I'm getting annoyed.
As we make out way to the docks, I can't help but feel slightly worried about what purpose I really serve Jack...
***
