Haha, I got some ideas...so now I am writing this and Neptune. So please allow for a little more time on each postation. I think you all shouldnt mind, because I post a lot at once. This chapter is a bit rushed and rocky at first, so please, excuse it.
Chapter five: Reunions
(three weeks later)
I was alone in the shop, near closing time when the bell tinkled, signaling a customer. I looked up from the book I was reading from behind the counter and my jaw dropped.
"Well whadaya know!" Sparrow said, a smile spreading his lips. "I come in here about to ask around for you, and I find the beautiful sea siren that escaped my ship, and all but broke my heart." I looked at him. He was mockingly making fun of himself, so I didn't believe a word he said.
"I am free. You have no power over me. You can leave now," I carefully marked the page I was at, and set the book down.
"Thats were your wrong." He said, and scooped me up. He clamped a hand over my mouth so I couldnt scream and carried me all the way back to his ship. Only when we were sailing again, did he take his hand off my mouth.
"DAMMIT!" I screamed as loud as I could. Sparrow stood there grinninly slyly at me. I pulled my hand back and punched him in the cheek. While he was rubbing his face, I turned around and silently shook my own knuckles.
"Why the hell did you take me?" I demanded, turning back around. He grabbed me by the shoulder and dragged me all the way to his cabin. He shut the door and stood before it.
"I need your help." He said bluntly. I rolled my eyes and snorted.
"You could have asked nicely, instead of kidnapping me!" I said sarcastically.
"Now now, be nice. Or I wont let you have a share."
"A share of what, pray tell?" I sat down in a chair by a desk and noticed a nasty looking dent in the wood.
"I shant tell you now." He saidm his wicked grin back.
"Sparrow," I said standing up. "If you dont tell me what the hell is going on, and is so damn important that you take me out of my job and back on this damn ship that is a piece of shit, I will kill you!" His face lost its humor and the look of stone returned.
"Dont you dare ever insult the Pearl woman." He hissed, his eyes narrowing. "NOW, you are going to go along with me, and you are going to like it." He slammed out of the cabin and I stood there fuming.
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"Why am I here?" I asked Sparrow when he came back into the cabin. He sprawled out on the bed and kicked his boots off.
"Because, I need you to help me." He said tiredly. I started tapping my foot.
"Could you please stop doing that?" He moaned. "I have a headache." I tapped louder and faster, and started whistling too. He slowly got up out of his bed and grabbed me up. I kicked and screamed, which made him wince more. He threw me down on the bed, and caged me in with his arms and legs.
"You still have that damnable temper...and I thought maybe working with Elizabeth would calm you down. You need a lesson." With that he grabbed me up again, and turned me over on his knee. I was startled at first, but when he pushed up my dress and actually spanked me, I started to scream more. I was absolutely humiliated. After fifteen minutes, he practically threw me away from him and fell back into bed. No tears escaped my eyes, but I was fuming. I ran to the door, but it was locked.
"You cant keep me in here!" I screamed at him.
"You may find, Makensy...that I can." He said simply, and rolled over. I sat down gingerly on the hard wooden chair and put my head in my hands.
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"Mack, dear, come on in the house!" The little girl playing out in the yard looked up and smiled at her mum.
"In a minute mum!" She called and finished collecting the daisies that grew wild around their small shanty.
"Now, Mack, listen to your mother!" Mack ran into the house laughing and giggling. And into her parents outstreched arms
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"Mack, run, now!" I looked at my mom and saw she was serious. "Here take this," She whispered, handing over a small glass rose.
"We will see each other right?" I asked, slowly backing up. The sound of horses running up the road was sharp in my ears and the look on my mothers face. The darkness was all around us, and my father was already gone. I held tight to the small rose and looked at my mother, not wanting to go until I had her word.
"We will see each other again right?" I demaned.
"Go!" She cried, anguish in her voice.
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"MOTHER!" I screamed, bolting up from where I had falled off the chair and onto the cold floor.
"What the hell?" I heard Sparrow tumbled out of bed and light a candle. He came to where I was sitting on the floor. and picked me up easily.
"Whats wrong?" He asked soothingly. For that moment I had forgotten that I hated this man. And for a moment, I just needed comfort.
"My mother," I cried, sobbing on his shoulder. He sat back down on the bed and slowly rocked back and forward.
"What happened to your mother?" He crooned.
"She...she died!" I wailed. "She said we would see each other again, but she broke the promise! All I had left is that rose she gave me...She said I needed to keep it, and it would help me later on in life." I was weeping uncontrolably now, and I didn't care.
"A rose?" Sparrow asked, stiffening.
"Mhm." I sniffed, checking my tears and sitting up.
"Oh dear." He said. He gently put me down on the bed and rumaged through his things in the desk.
"Is this it?" He asked and produced the glass rose that had been taken away from me.
"Where on earth did you get that?" I gasped and jumped up to grab it.
"Won it in a poker game." He said, and sat down on the bed again. I sat next to him and examined it.
"You don't know what that is?" He asked with curiousity.
"No," I sighed. "But it was the last thing my mother ever gave me." I put it on the night table by Sparrows bed and curled up in a small ball.
"Hey!" He said indignantly. "You cant...oh never mind." He got a pillow and made himself comfortable on the floor.
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"Stop pacing, your making me dizzy." Sparrow mumbled. But I couldn't handle being shut up in a cabin again.
"Why do you need my help?" I demanded, stoping in front of him.
"Because. If you sit down I will tell you." I sat down and winced when my sore bottom connected with the hard wood.
"Ok, why." Sparrow rolled his eyes and sat up from his position on the floor.
"Fine. Now, that rose that your mum gave you is special. She knew it, I know it, everyone who is anyone knows how special. Except your skinny little ass," I glared at him. "So, I needed you and this rose to help me get a treasure." I snorted.
"Treasure? How juvenile."
"Now listen. You wanted to know, and your gunna know." I crossed my arms over my chest, and streched my legs out.
"If you help me, you will get half of what we find. Then if it is your wish, you shall see no hide nor hair of me, your magesty." I pursed my lips together. He got up and strode to the door.
"Wait!" I called out, as he was opening it.
"What?" He asked, his voice weary,
"Where is it?" He gave a small smirk. The type of look I would have loved to slap off of him.
"Why, in your own beautiful part of the world, dearie...Ireland." I let out a gasp. Oh, if I could just see my father, and know everything was alright, and he was still alive! He hadn't responed to my two letters, but the post was so uncertain.
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(two days later)
"Mack?" I looked behind me to see Sparrow watching my every move. I had been brushing my long red curly hair, and toying around with it..bored out of my mind. I had made him go out of the room while I changed into a dress I had bought with honest money.
"What?" I snapped, turning around all the way. He was lounging on his bed, his shirt unbuttoned and his boots off. "Don't you have captains duties or something?"
"Not while I am entertaining the wily Mack." He said sarcasticly.
"Well, what did you want?" I asked impatiently.
"Just wondering," He said slowly, examining his hands. "How old are you?" I snorted and turned back around, pinning up my hair. "And how much money do you have?" After I was done I stood up and put my hands on my hips.
"Why? Trying to marry me for my money?" I asked frowning. He laughed sardonically at that.
"Oh yes. I am so madly in love with a little priss who thinks she is better then everyone." He rolled his eyes, and then frowned at his forearm.
"Thats new," He mumbled. I started pacing again, and he watched me like a hungry cat.
"Will you stop looking at me like you are going to eat me?" I snapped at him.
"Your way to skinny to eat girl," He growled, his temper starting to sour. "And none too pretty either." I glared at him, and decided to ignore that remark.
"You know...your eyes have such a hard look about them," He drawled, resuming his search of his hands. "I once saw eyes like that...behind a dueling pistol. You better soften them up, or no mans heart will beat wildly for you...Those eyes of yours look like you could eat a man and spit him back out. Its almost scary." I turned and paced the other way.