He dragged her on to the small ship. She was kicking and yelling muffled screams into the dawning morning. If she couldn't do anything, she could make it harder for him.
"Blasted girl..." He mumbled. He had bound and gagged her so she didn't try any escape attempts. But he still had many bruises from her kicking and buckling. He threw her below and got the little ship ready to weigh anchor.
Still a blindfold over her eyes and legs and arms bound, she felt her father removed the rag with he gagged her with, probably to hear her screams from down there, the sick man he was.
'Finally, he left me alone- the fool.' She had to work quickly, because didn't have long. Emily had no idea when her father was going to check on her. She twisted until she had access to her skirt. She pulled away the layers with her mouth until her thigh was exposed. She felt around for a dagger hidden under her garter and pulled it out with her mouth. She groaned slightly in pain. The dagger had dug into her leg from all the kicking and fighting. Dropping the dagger on the floor, she felt around with her bound hands, positioned the dagger and moved back and forth on the bloody dagger.
She scraped and cut her wrists quite a bit, but after about an hour, her hands were free. She quickly got to work on freeing herself. She hid the dagger back in her garter, and tied herself up again, and counted to 47 before her father burst in.
"Time to go for a little swim sweetie"
He dragged her back on deck by the feet.
"This seems like such a shame" He said. "You won't get to see yourself dying"
"Oh indeed, what a shame" She retorted. The rope she was holding together behind her back slipped a little.
He tutted. "That is no way to talk to your father young miss"
"I'll never think of YOU, a cold blooded monster as MY father"
"But," he said. "Isn't that what you are anyway?" Anger boiled in her. How dare she insult her again! She kicked randomly at the sound of his voice and was pleased when he heard him groan in pain.
"Ow... fuck you little wench"
"Is that anyway to speak to your daughter?" she mimicked
He whipped of her blindfold. It was the first time she got a look around. They were in the middle of the ocean. No land. No nothing. Fear flooded her brain.
"I'll speak to you how I bloody well please." He whispered in her ear. He propped her on the edge and pushed her off into the deep blue.
"Well, that explains the ghost sightings" He said, trying to joke to cover his fear.
"It does, doesn't it," She grinned, her black eyes glowing evilly "I am surprised you're not breaking down and screeching at me like a monkey"
"Oh no... Never, like a monkey" His eyes wandered. He was trying to find the way back out without being too suspicious. He looked up at the ceiling which was a cone, where there was a small pin circle of light. Either than that, the only was to get out was through her. She gave a short laugh which interrupted his trail of thought.
"Firstly I'd have to congratulate you," She said. "The...fourth person who thought of going up the other side of the mountain" She said ticking off her fingers.
Jack flashed a fake grin. "Why thank you"
"Secondly," she said taking a pistol from behind her back and aiming straight at Jack's head, "I'm afraid I'll have to kill you"
"Afraid?" He said, trying to conceal his fear, "So, you don't really particularly want to kill me...right now"
"Mmm... Your right," She said thinking. Jack let out a little sigh of relief. "Let me restate that then, I'll have to kill you"
"That sounds like its forced and going to be very tedious"
"Shut up" she snapped, "I am going to kill you out of my own free will, and it is going to be rather -enjoyable" She accentuated her last word. She another step closer, making Jack hit the table. Jack felt up the table behind him for anything that could aid him and found something long and thick, just right for beating someone. He tugged as hard as he could. But it wasn't just something long and thick; it was the table leg, holding up something large and heavy, which Jack found out to be the table top. It was actually a large slab of rock. The table teetered and thudded on the ground, and made quite a dint in the ground. That event made her drop the pistol in surprise, which made it go off with a distinct bang. Suddenly, the floor began to shake and a rumbling came from under their feet. She looked at him in disbelief, thinking how he could destroy her precious table. Then her mind whipped back to the problem of a disturbed volcano.
"You idiot you ruined my floor!" She hissed. The shaking got more severe that she stumbled "and we have to get out of here!" They both ran as fast as they could back out of the opening.
To both their surprise, they ran into Gibbs.
"Didn't I kill you?"
"Oh funny story that..."
"Not now Gibbs, place is about to blow!" Jack said quickly, pushing him down towards the array of trees. So there they were: a girl-ghost and two pirates, running down a steep mountain that was actually an active volcano.
The ground rumbled beneath their feet. The ghost-girl was about to keep running further into the dense forest, but Jack grabbed her and pulled her towards the town.
"What are you doing? We have to go this way, the forest is too dense."
"They'll kill me if they see me"
Jack thought about it, and she was right. The villagers would kill her if the saw her, ghost or no ghost.
He thought fast and took off his coat and hat.
"Quick" He said. She slipped it on quick enough, but had to stuff her hair into the hat. She nodded and he took her hand and they both ran into the village.
The sky was getting very cloudy, and the whole village was in panic. They kept running, and no one took a second glance at her because they were too busy with saving their own lives. The ground was rumbling fiercely when they made it to the little boat. Gibbs was already in it, and by the looks of it, had already to taken off without them.
"Why are you taking her" He shouted
"Just trust me" He shouted back, and winked slyly.
Gibbs shot her a suspicious glare and they jumped into the water and hauled themselves in. Just as they half way to the ship, they heard a large boom and bits of ash and debris rained the sky.
Emily stumbled on to the ship, and glanced around at there surroundings. She had just realised she was on a pirate ship. Drat. Out of all the ships, it had to be a pirate ship. She turned around to see the man and the other man getting on too.
The one with brown dreadlocks cleared his throat. "Welcome aboard the Black Pearl"
Emily smirked. What a name for a ship.
"What?" He demanded.
She stifled a giggle and said, "Nothing, nothing carry on."
He frowned, and did just that. "Captain Jack Sparrow is my name, and this, who you rudely stabbed, is Mr. Gibbs"
Emily smiled at him, but Mr. Gibbs gave her a displeased look, and then walked off.
"He wasn't very friendly" She said
"Well you weren't very friendly stabbing him in the back, now were you" He said, and winked at her.
"Now this here is Anna Maria" He continued. "You two play nice now"
Anna Maria gave her a sarcastic smile and stalked off. They walked on, Jack casually stopping to introduce this girl, whose name nobody knew yet.
"Well, that's everyone" He said. They were now at the helm. "And I don't even know you're name."
She paused. Should she tell him her real name? But no one knew her father anyway...and Lane was a dreadfully common name. "Emily Lane" She said briskly. She wandered over to the helm and ran over it with her finger tips. She gave a small smile and finally grew aware this Captain man was watching her.
"So, what are you going to do with me?"
"Nothing. Probably throw you down on an island maybe"
"A surprising thing to do for a person who tried to kill them, isn't it?"
"Alright, maybe that's not what I've got planned for ye" he said. "You'll find out soon enough..." he didn't mean too, but his gazed flickered down to her breasts. He couldn't help himself though, the fabric of her dress clung to her for its dear life, after all she was sopping wet.
She turned away and shot him a disgusted look. "I hope that wasn't a threat, because you'd better know now that I'd rather die." She glared and stalked off.
"You have me hat!" He said calling after her. "And me coat!" Emily stopped, and violently took off his things. She threw it harshly on the ground and was about to stalk off again, but said angrily, "Where the hell is my cabin!"
"Ask Mr. Gibbs," He said calmly with a grin.
She frowned and went off.
Emily sat on one of the beds, running her fingers through her tangled hair. The room was a bit small, but contained four beds, three looked occupied.
Getting to this room did reap rewards, being Mr. Gibbs' trust. He had a grudge against her for half killing him, but then again, who wouldn't? She had talked to him, and she found he did most of the talking. He raved on about some island and back hair. He also mentioned it is bad luck for a woman to be on board. Why, she did not know. Ana Maria was on board... but then again, she did look a bit like a man!
Emily burst into little giggles, but when she looked up again, Ana Maria was standing in the doorway, looking down on her with distaste.
"I don't know what the Captain wants with you, but you've gotta pull your weight round here" She said harshly. "Get up and follow me"
Emily was a bit dazed so she sat for another few seconds. "I said UP!" She said kicking her shin.
Emily was about to swear, but thought better of it and got up.
"So what will I be doing?"
"Can ye cook?"
"Why can't I do, I don't know, sailorly things?"
"Because you don't have any experience" she said then looked up and down. "And you are way too skinny"
"And what if I can't?"
They had obviously reached the kitchen. She stepped inside. It was a little small, but it was ok…
"Well, that's you bad luck" Anna Maria said nastily and slammed the door.
So there she was. She couldn't cook to save her life. Sure, being on the island gave her some skills, but only those to survive. She sighed and picked up a wooden spoon.
"Actually- it's your bad luck" she muttered.
.:A/n:… Well ok that wasn't a very good chapter but hey, I'm new! A big thanks (THANKS) to all that reviewed :) yes yes, you all get super mega ultra cyber cookies lol. I think my cookies changed from last time but, what they heck. Oh before I forget (but I never do…) I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean in anyway, blah blah blah whatever. I also do not think Anna Maria looks like a man:) Emily thinks that not me…
