'Why, Hello... Again'
Jack turned to Anamaria at the helm. "Keep anchor here. I'll be back by sundown." He told her.
"Just don't forget the supplies, Cap'n." Anamaria told him as he departed. Jack nodded to her and took a small boat to shore. He made his way up the beach and past the docks into Port Royal. He eyed one of the smaller vessels carefully.
"Hmm.. looks familiar." He said to himself. Jack picked his way through stands and shops in the town, paying for what he could afford, steeling what he couldn't, keeping his goods in a sack over his shoulder.
'I figure I'll stop in and say hi to Will an' his girl later'. He though to himself.
Jack was heading towards another stall when a familiar voice reached his ears.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Jack Sparrow."
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow, Commador Norrington." Jack Replied.
"Oh dear, my apologies." Norrington said with as much sarcasm as he could muster. "You know the rules Jack,"
"Right, right. Did ya keep me cell open?" Jack asked, as three guards grabbed hold of him and lead him to the fort.
Emy sat in the cold stone prison cell shivering. 'Why did it have to be so cold in the winter months?' The guards had given her no blankets nor extra clothing to ward off the cold. Though it was of no matter, she'd be dead at dawn anyways.
The sun was beginning to set when her cell door was opened and a man thrown in with her.
"There, two pirates to die at dawn. Say goodbye now and enjoy your final hours." the guard told them.
Emy looked down at the man on the ground, and offered a hand to help him up. He took her hand and stood.
"What the 'ell are you doin' 'ere?" He asked
"Why 'ello... again, Captain Sparrow." Emy smiled at Jack
Jack and Emy sat on the cold bench, as Jack told his story of the cursed Aztec gold and the Black Pearl, he felt something hit his shoulder. He looked down to see that Emy had fallen asleep and was now leaning against him. Emy was shivering so Jack took off his coat, carfull not to wake the girl, and covered her with it, leaving his arm around her shoulders.
Emy awoke finding she was very warm and comfortable. She looked up seeing her head was resting on Jack's chest and his arm around her.
"Mornin' Love." He said noting she was awake.
"How long was I asleep?" She asked with a yawn.
"Nearly four hours. Didn't like my story eh love?" Jack asked, a smirk on his face.
"Actually, the story was great." Emy stood and walked to the cell door, noting it was still nite. Jack stood beside her and gripped the bars.
"Bloody 'ell." He cursed to himself. "This be the same damn cell 'ol Will broke me out of! Grab the bars and pull strait up as hard as ya can, Love." He instructed her.
Emy did as she was told, and on the count of three they lifted with all their strength. The bars creaked but refused to give.
"Bloody 'ell, try it again." Jack told her. They troied three more times to no avail.
Jack sat back down, Emy taking her seat beside him. She stared out the window, dawn was approaching. She turned back to the bars that held them in, staring daggers at the rusted lock. Wait, RUSTED lock!
Jack could now hear the footfalls of the guards coming for them. "Well Love, I guess this is it. How 'bout a kiss goodbye eh?" Jack said leaning towards Emy. Emy stood up so quick that Jack fell on the empty bench. He watched as she inspected the lock, took a step back and administered an effective side kick, breaking the lock and opening the way to freedom.
Emy turned back to Jack with a smirk. "Maybe next time, eh love?" She said with a wink.
Immediatly they grabbed their things and ran out of the fort.
"Follow me!" Jack called to her. Jack lead the way through the streets of Port Royal, the red coats following close behind. Jack grabbed Emy's hand and pulled her onto another street and through a door.
"Jack? Is that you?"
Jack turned to Anamaria at the helm. "Keep anchor here. I'll be back by sundown." He told her.
"Just don't forget the supplies, Cap'n." Anamaria told him as he departed. Jack nodded to her and took a small boat to shore. He made his way up the beach and past the docks into Port Royal. He eyed one of the smaller vessels carefully.
"Hmm.. looks familiar." He said to himself. Jack picked his way through stands and shops in the town, paying for what he could afford, steeling what he couldn't, keeping his goods in a sack over his shoulder.
'I figure I'll stop in and say hi to Will an' his girl later'. He though to himself.
Jack was heading towards another stall when a familiar voice reached his ears.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Jack Sparrow."
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow, Commador Norrington." Jack Replied.
"Oh dear, my apologies." Norrington said with as much sarcasm as he could muster. "You know the rules Jack,"
"Right, right. Did ya keep me cell open?" Jack asked, as three guards grabbed hold of him and lead him to the fort.
Emy sat in the cold stone prison cell shivering. 'Why did it have to be so cold in the winter months?' The guards had given her no blankets nor extra clothing to ward off the cold. Though it was of no matter, she'd be dead at dawn anyways.
The sun was beginning to set when her cell door was opened and a man thrown in with her.
"There, two pirates to die at dawn. Say goodbye now and enjoy your final hours." the guard told them.
Emy looked down at the man on the ground, and offered a hand to help him up. He took her hand and stood.
"What the 'ell are you doin' 'ere?" He asked
"Why 'ello... again, Captain Sparrow." Emy smiled at Jack
Jack and Emy sat on the cold bench, as Jack told his story of the cursed Aztec gold and the Black Pearl, he felt something hit his shoulder. He looked down to see that Emy had fallen asleep and was now leaning against him. Emy was shivering so Jack took off his coat, carfull not to wake the girl, and covered her with it, leaving his arm around her shoulders.
Emy awoke finding she was very warm and comfortable. She looked up seeing her head was resting on Jack's chest and his arm around her.
"Mornin' Love." He said noting she was awake.
"How long was I asleep?" She asked with a yawn.
"Nearly four hours. Didn't like my story eh love?" Jack asked, a smirk on his face.
"Actually, the story was great." Emy stood and walked to the cell door, noting it was still nite. Jack stood beside her and gripped the bars.
"Bloody 'ell." He cursed to himself. "This be the same damn cell 'ol Will broke me out of! Grab the bars and pull strait up as hard as ya can, Love." He instructed her.
Emy did as she was told, and on the count of three they lifted with all their strength. The bars creaked but refused to give.
"Bloody 'ell, try it again." Jack told her. They troied three more times to no avail.
Jack sat back down, Emy taking her seat beside him. She stared out the window, dawn was approaching. She turned back to the bars that held them in, staring daggers at the rusted lock. Wait, RUSTED lock!
Jack could now hear the footfalls of the guards coming for them. "Well Love, I guess this is it. How 'bout a kiss goodbye eh?" Jack said leaning towards Emy. Emy stood up so quick that Jack fell on the empty bench. He watched as she inspected the lock, took a step back and administered an effective side kick, breaking the lock and opening the way to freedom.
Emy turned back to Jack with a smirk. "Maybe next time, eh love?" She said with a wink.
Immediatly they grabbed their things and ran out of the fort.
"Follow me!" Jack called to her. Jack lead the way through the streets of Port Royal, the red coats following close behind. Jack grabbed Emy's hand and pulled her onto another street and through a door.
"Jack? Is that you?"