Chap. 3
A second later those eyes turned cold and looked away to the horizon. Stella found herself overcome by an immense sadness. Those eyes told a sad story, one that Stella hoped she'd never have to hear. She walked down the stairs in search of Jack Sparrow, for her legs had begun to feel a bit wobbly and she was suddenly exhausted. She found a door marked "Captain's Quarters", and knocked. Inside, she heard a sudden shuffling of papers, and drawer being closed and seconds later the door opened and rhe Captain himself stood before her.
"Ahh, you wish to see your quarters, follow me then"Jack led Stella to a room down the hall from his own and opened the door. The room was small with a cot, short dresser, and a cracked wall mirror.
"I'm sure it's not what you're used to, but ye might as well get used to it, because it's all ye have" Stella was about to tell him that it was in fact much better than what she was used to , this room actually having a bed, but she decided to let Jack think what he wanted.
"In the dresser are various clothes, I'm afraid there aren't really any dresses, that's all I could scrape up. Of course, if you prefer, you could keep wearing what you are right now, day in and day out.actually" Jack said thinking, "if you did you'd fit in very well, but it's your choice. I'll let you get settled in, if you need anything, yell.something." Jack then left Stella in her first ever bedroom that was completely hers. She then remembered something.
"Jack!" Stella yelled out the open door. He opened his mouth to say something but Stella caught herself. "I mean Captain Sparrow, there was a man, on the crow's nest. Who is he, he looked so sad I could not bare it!" Jack lost his slight smile and looked down at his boots.
"Oh. That'd be Will. Will Turner. He's a.going through a tough time right now. Best let him be, and don't ask him anything." Stella nodded and went back to her room. She sat down on her bed and thought about Will. How could she ever forget his eyes? She couldn't imagine a sadness that great, nor did she want to. She laid down on her bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.
. "I told you I wanted chicken for dinner! Not potatoes you stupid girl!"
"I'm sorry Papa, all we could afford was potatoes! There wasn't enough money for a whole chicken!"
"Don't you talk back to me, wench! When I tell you I want something you had better get it, goddamnit! I know you have all that money in that box! Why didn't you use that?"
"Papa I've been saving that for years! It's for -"
"I don't care what it's for, where did you get it? You're selling yourself, aren't you! You're a whore now! You can't cook your father a proper meal because you sell yourself to men don't you! Don't you!"
"Papa no! I would never! I'm not a whore, I promise!"
"I don't take any promises from whores! This is it! Turn around!"
"Papa, please! Please don't hit me Papa! I'm your daughter!"
"You are not my daughter! You are a whore!" The man then proceeded to slap the girl with a belt. She turned to run away but he only hit her in the face. Only when her whole body was bruised and bleeding did he stop. He then walked out of the house and down the street, leaving the girl to tend to her wounds, tears streaming down her face.
Stella awoke with a jolt. She was damp from sweat. She glanced at the porthole to find sunlight streaming in. She rose to change to find that her left arm was grasping her right arm. She released her grip and ran her fingers over a scar. It was near her elbow and the skin there was still raised.
Stella opened the dresser and pulled out its contents; a few linen shirts, a pair of pants, a vest, a brown skirt, a jacket, and a pair of boots which looked to fit her fairly well. She put on a shirt, the skirt, and her own shoes and shawl. She found an old wooden comb with a few teeth missing and ran it through her hair. Stella put her hair up the best she could with her ribbon, and then walked out of the room and onto the deck. It was an absolutely glorious day. The sun was shining, there was a strong wind blowing, and she could tell the boat was moving along quickly. Stella saw Jack standing at the helm, his hands on the smooth wood. She went to the side of the ship and out of the corner of her eye she saw Jack consult a compass, notice her, and walk over to join her.
"Mornin', love. I trust you slept well. Forgive me for not waking you for dinner, you looked so peaceful, miss.Oh bloody hell! I don't know your name!"
"It's Stella Renbury. Miss Stella Renbury, Captain Sparrow."
"Very well then, Miss Renbury, breakfast is in the galley. Of course, it's really just apples and bread, but it's there if you want it." Stella nodded and gazed out onto the ocean before going to find her breakfast. When she reached the galley, she looked in the door to find Will, alone at the table and she found she could not enter the room. Se watched as he bit into an apple, looked at it for a moment, then chucked it out the open porthole. Stella ducked into a nearby room as Will walked past and up the stairs. Stella waited until she heard footsteps on the deck before she headed into the galley. Stella chose an apple and devoured it in no time. She then ate a few slices of bread and turned to look out the porthole. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a red piece of cloth on a chair.
"Eh-em." Stella spun around to find Will Turner himself in the room's doorway.
"I hope I didn't frighten you, but I left my scarf."
"Oh no, you didn't frighten me, I was just a bit distracted by the ocean." Will then stuck out his hand.
"I'm Will Turner, welcome aboard the Black Pearl."
"My name's Stella Renbury. It's nice to meet you Mr. Turner."
"Please, Will is fine. There's no need to make you any more uncomfortable. Don't think of yourself as a hostage, you're our guest.er.against your own will. Oh, and don't worry about Jack. He's harmless, most likely he'll drop you back home in no time. He has a good heart, even if he doesn't show it all the time." Stella smiled and once again found herself staring into his eyes. He looked at her for a second then turned away towards the door.
"If you need someone to talk to, I'm here."
"Thank you, Will. I'll remember." Will smiled half-heartedly and then walked out the door. Stella finished her breakfast and retreated to her room.
A second later those eyes turned cold and looked away to the horizon. Stella found herself overcome by an immense sadness. Those eyes told a sad story, one that Stella hoped she'd never have to hear. She walked down the stairs in search of Jack Sparrow, for her legs had begun to feel a bit wobbly and she was suddenly exhausted. She found a door marked "Captain's Quarters", and knocked. Inside, she heard a sudden shuffling of papers, and drawer being closed and seconds later the door opened and rhe Captain himself stood before her.
"Ahh, you wish to see your quarters, follow me then"Jack led Stella to a room down the hall from his own and opened the door. The room was small with a cot, short dresser, and a cracked wall mirror.
"I'm sure it's not what you're used to, but ye might as well get used to it, because it's all ye have" Stella was about to tell him that it was in fact much better than what she was used to , this room actually having a bed, but she decided to let Jack think what he wanted.
"In the dresser are various clothes, I'm afraid there aren't really any dresses, that's all I could scrape up. Of course, if you prefer, you could keep wearing what you are right now, day in and day out.actually" Jack said thinking, "if you did you'd fit in very well, but it's your choice. I'll let you get settled in, if you need anything, yell.something." Jack then left Stella in her first ever bedroom that was completely hers. She then remembered something.
"Jack!" Stella yelled out the open door. He opened his mouth to say something but Stella caught herself. "I mean Captain Sparrow, there was a man, on the crow's nest. Who is he, he looked so sad I could not bare it!" Jack lost his slight smile and looked down at his boots.
"Oh. That'd be Will. Will Turner. He's a.going through a tough time right now. Best let him be, and don't ask him anything." Stella nodded and went back to her room. She sat down on her bed and thought about Will. How could she ever forget his eyes? She couldn't imagine a sadness that great, nor did she want to. She laid down on her bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.
. "I told you I wanted chicken for dinner! Not potatoes you stupid girl!"
"I'm sorry Papa, all we could afford was potatoes! There wasn't enough money for a whole chicken!"
"Don't you talk back to me, wench! When I tell you I want something you had better get it, goddamnit! I know you have all that money in that box! Why didn't you use that?"
"Papa I've been saving that for years! It's for -"
"I don't care what it's for, where did you get it? You're selling yourself, aren't you! You're a whore now! You can't cook your father a proper meal because you sell yourself to men don't you! Don't you!"
"Papa no! I would never! I'm not a whore, I promise!"
"I don't take any promises from whores! This is it! Turn around!"
"Papa, please! Please don't hit me Papa! I'm your daughter!"
"You are not my daughter! You are a whore!" The man then proceeded to slap the girl with a belt. She turned to run away but he only hit her in the face. Only when her whole body was bruised and bleeding did he stop. He then walked out of the house and down the street, leaving the girl to tend to her wounds, tears streaming down her face.
Stella awoke with a jolt. She was damp from sweat. She glanced at the porthole to find sunlight streaming in. She rose to change to find that her left arm was grasping her right arm. She released her grip and ran her fingers over a scar. It was near her elbow and the skin there was still raised.
Stella opened the dresser and pulled out its contents; a few linen shirts, a pair of pants, a vest, a brown skirt, a jacket, and a pair of boots which looked to fit her fairly well. She put on a shirt, the skirt, and her own shoes and shawl. She found an old wooden comb with a few teeth missing and ran it through her hair. Stella put her hair up the best she could with her ribbon, and then walked out of the room and onto the deck. It was an absolutely glorious day. The sun was shining, there was a strong wind blowing, and she could tell the boat was moving along quickly. Stella saw Jack standing at the helm, his hands on the smooth wood. She went to the side of the ship and out of the corner of her eye she saw Jack consult a compass, notice her, and walk over to join her.
"Mornin', love. I trust you slept well. Forgive me for not waking you for dinner, you looked so peaceful, miss.Oh bloody hell! I don't know your name!"
"It's Stella Renbury. Miss Stella Renbury, Captain Sparrow."
"Very well then, Miss Renbury, breakfast is in the galley. Of course, it's really just apples and bread, but it's there if you want it." Stella nodded and gazed out onto the ocean before going to find her breakfast. When she reached the galley, she looked in the door to find Will, alone at the table and she found she could not enter the room. Se watched as he bit into an apple, looked at it for a moment, then chucked it out the open porthole. Stella ducked into a nearby room as Will walked past and up the stairs. Stella waited until she heard footsteps on the deck before she headed into the galley. Stella chose an apple and devoured it in no time. She then ate a few slices of bread and turned to look out the porthole. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a red piece of cloth on a chair.
"Eh-em." Stella spun around to find Will Turner himself in the room's doorway.
"I hope I didn't frighten you, but I left my scarf."
"Oh no, you didn't frighten me, I was just a bit distracted by the ocean." Will then stuck out his hand.
"I'm Will Turner, welcome aboard the Black Pearl."
"My name's Stella Renbury. It's nice to meet you Mr. Turner."
"Please, Will is fine. There's no need to make you any more uncomfortable. Don't think of yourself as a hostage, you're our guest.er.against your own will. Oh, and don't worry about Jack. He's harmless, most likely he'll drop you back home in no time. He has a good heart, even if he doesn't show it all the time." Stella smiled and once again found herself staring into his eyes. He looked at her for a second then turned away towards the door.
"If you need someone to talk to, I'm here."
"Thank you, Will. I'll remember." Will smiled half-heartedly and then walked out the door. Stella finished her breakfast and retreated to her room.