You may notice that I spell her name differently sometimes. Its more how people pronounce it, or whatever. You know like, Doll and Dahl.
chapter four: Turn arounds
"Sir, what are you planning to do about Miss Shane? She cant stay onboard forever." Jack looked at the man who was speaking to him. He hadn't heard a word that was said. He didn't really like this guy. He was a meely-mouth noneity who came at ten a a pence. Jack frowned and blinked.
"What?" He asked, trying to shake his head mentally.
"Miss Shane? Mackenzie? The little red headed bitch who can't hold her tounge? Im getting tired of her attitude." Jack's eyes snapped suddenly, and the man backed down.
"I wasn't aware that you like swabbing decks so much, Herce. You are dismissed, and I don't want to see you around unless the decks reflect my face." Herce quickly walked out of the captain's cabin, leaving Jack to stew in his own thoughts. He picked up the small deer skin journal that Will had found in Mackensy's room. He had read it the day before. Her thoughts were orginized and very wise for her age. One thing he couldn't get over though, was the affection she felt for that one guy...James. He threw the journal back down, and took a swig of rum. This woman interested him. Her flare and firey Irish temper maddened, yet also enticed him. He snorted. Women are just a nuciance. He thought.
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I sat on the deck, looking out to the sea. I could handle the ship life a bit better, now that I was free of my cell. When the crew members walked passed, they either stiffly nodded to me, or ignored me all together. I hadn't seen the captain since the day he brought me clothes, about two weeks ago.
I streched out my legs and leaned back against the railing.
"Move." A burly and aggitated voice said besides me. I looked up to see a stout and unhappy little man standing there, leaning on a mop with a bucket besides him.
"No thanks." I said, looking ahead of me. "I rather much like it here."
"You will move now, or I will kick you." He said, stepping closer towards me. I sighed, tired of the malice I had been recieving on the ship.
"There is such a word as 'please' you know. But now I really dont want to move." He pulled his leg back and when he went to strike a blow in my side, I caught his foot in both hands, and twisted it so he fell to the floor. The men around us laughed like idiots.
"Thats it. The captain may like you around, whore...But I am going to teach you a lesson." He pulled from his boot, a small thin dagger with a wicked looking blade. He stood up again, but I still had the advantage on the floor. Just when he went to slash at me, I kicked him hard in the shins. He fell down again, and I grabbed the dagger from his side where it fell.
"Now...if you ever so much as talk to me again, I will cut your throat. I am not a simple minded little fool that you can toss around like a burlap sack." I pushed the dagger by his throat.
"Is that clear?" I asked. He nodded, still holding onto his shin. I stood up and went to turn around, but he threw his leg up and kicked me square in the stomach. I fell to the floor in a ball clutching my side.
"Herce!" A loud and clear voice rang out from across the deck. He looked over, and dropped the pistol someone had shoved in his hands. The captain stood there, power pouring out from every inch of his body. He slowly walked over to us, and everyone fell silent.
"Parkins, take this man to the brig, now! And Will, help me get her to her cabin." Will came out of the small crowd that had congregated around me and the stupid little man, and helped the captain pick me up. Parkins walked forward and bodily tossed Herce over his shoulder and took him below.
After I was on my bed, Will went to get the ships doctor to see if there was any damage. The captain sat down by the bed, and I saw an almost proud like smile on his face.
"Where did you learn to fight like that?" He asked amazed.
"Youd be surprised what you pick up in a pub," I said, gritting my teeth for the pain.
"You...in a pub? Well I suppose your mouth would scare people away. Is that where you got that damn smart tounge?" He asked, laughter in his voice. I ignored the question.
"I kicked that assholes ass." I said smiling. the captain shook his head, and Will came back with the ships doctor.
"Hello," He said smoothly. "My name is David...Everyone clear out so she has some privacy." Captain and Will left, shutting the door.
"I heard you beat Herce's ass in a fight?" He said, and gesturing for me to show my stomach. I was in a borrowed outfit from Will. Pants and a tunic. I lifted up the shirt, a bit shyly, but saw that the man just wanted to examine a patient.
"Hmm. You might have a bruised, or even broken rib...I suggest you don't get up, or get into any bar room style fights for at least a few weeks. But we all needed to see Herce go down...it was simply a matter of time." He left, after putting a bottle of liquid only to be used if I needed sleep, and said to the two men outside the door that they could come back in.
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The day that the doctor, David, said I could get out of bed, we arrived in a placed called Nassau. One thought stayed in my mind when captain said I could walk about for a bit. And maybe get some things I needed. He had total trust that I wouldn't run off, and that was just what I wanted. I had growing affection for the strange man. He had came and visited me every day I was confined to bed. And we had decent talks. But the want of freedom rang truer than any type of affection that could ever blossom.
When I was off the ship, I quickly ran to the fort, and said that I had been taken captaive by pirates, and I needed to return to Port Royal. I had slipped back onto the ship, recieved my things, and went aboard the ship that was sailing out that very day to Port Royal. When I was safely harboured in the small cabin I was to share with another passenger, I finally let out a gusty sigh of relief.
I was free.
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"Captain, we can't find Miss Shane anywhere. Did she stay aboard the ship?" Jack furrowed his brows, and looked around the croweded streets.
"No. She left to go get some things she needed. I will go back to the ship and see if she is there. You go search...see if you can find out if any other ships have left port, and if she was on the passengers list." Will nodded and left, and Jack went back to his ship.
"Parkins?" He called out. "Have you seen Mack?" Parkins shrugged, and Jack went into his cabin. He sat down on his chair, and wracked his mind. He rememberd the look that had crossed Mackensy's face when he said that she could wander about port. She couldn't get off the ship fast enough. He thought she was in want of a little bit of social contact.
"DAMNIT!" He bellowed, slamming his fist on the desk, achieving nothing but a slpintered surface and a throbbing hand.
He had had faith in her. And she botched it.
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"Hello, I would like to help." I said, walking into a small bookstore. The pretty lady behind the counter smiled and came out.
"Of course! Why, I was about to start looking for someone to take over some of the time. I have a family. Why dear...do you have anyone to live with? No? Oh you poor dear. Would you like to stay with me? I live a block or so away, and I know my husband wouldn't mind. He is at sea right now, and we don't have any kids yet, so I have a large house all to myself." She said all this in such a rush, my head spinned.
"Ah sure..." I said, for lack of anything else to say. The woman was standing before me. We were about the same height, but she was an inch or so taller. Her long and soft brown hair was pulled up into a jaunty bonnet, and her goldish gown was beautiful. Her dark eyes held nothing but kindness and warmth.
"Why, is that all of your belongings? Oh you are a poor dear. Oh, I havent even said pleasentries...My name is Elizabeth Swann. And you are?" I set down my small little bundle, and pulled off my gloves.
"My name is Mackensy Shane."
"Irish?" She asked. Usually, I didn't like people to question my heritage. It was hard enough to find a job, and the racial remarks I had recieved were enough for me to throw in the towl.
"Miss, I don't know why this town has a problem with Irish, but I am an honest worker." This was true. Ever since Captain Sparrow had caught me stealing, I stopped my habit. "And I will work for little. I am just trying to raise money for me and my father, who is sick, and still has yet to come here. Please, you wont regret it!" She laughed.
"No, I wanted to know if you were Irish, because of your hair and accent. Couriosity, really. I am surprised that you have trouble finding an honest job. But here, you search is over. Come on, I shall show you the books, and what goes where." She put an arm around my shoulder and steered me to the rows of books.