AN: My Muse is back! I picked up the Visual Guide and the junior novelization to Dead Man's Chest. Definitely worth a read for all you diehards out there. Two more weeks, guys!
I really do apologize for this taking so long. My muse kind of ran off on me for a long time. Probably had something to do with starting college.
I'm in the process of revamping this a bit. I'm only changing a few minor details, ie. How Jack and Evelyn get the Pearl, etc. to fit in better with Dead Man's Chest. I've also done some editing.
This story contains SPOILERS! If you don't want to be spoiled, then wait until you've seen the movie, and then read it, okay? Okay!
Every Rose Has It's Thorns
Chapter Five: The Escape
A few hours passed and Evelyn had not awoken yet. Jack began to fear for the worse.
"Evelyn!" He yelled. "Evy! Come on, luv. Wake up!" She didn't respond.
The agent from the market walked into the prison and walked toward Jack's cell. He held an odd shaped cane in his hand. The tip of it seemed to be made of iron and in the shape of a "P". He unlocked the cell door and walked inside. "It's a shame that a boy so youthful as you should have chosen this path," He said. "I feel even worse about your young friend," Jack just stared at the floor. "Look at me when I speak to you, boy!" Jack looked up slowly.
"Let her go," Jack said slowly, "None o' this is her fault."
"Ah, but you see, it became her fault when she decided to become a pirate." The agent replied. "You both will meet your fate in the gallows in the morrow. In the meantime, the both of you will be given a reminder of your crimes." The man stormed out of the cell.
Jack did not quite understand what the man had meant but he know that he did not care to find out. Suddenly, Evelyn began to stir. "Evy!" Jack said startled, "We have to get out of 'ere."
Evelyn was still a little out of it but she understood what Jack had said. "Yer insane, Jack." She sat up.
"I might be, but we 'ave to at least try. A little run in with these East India bugger's isn't goin' ter take out Jack Sparrow." Jack said, a look of determination on his face.
Once again, the door to the prison opened and a rather large, dangerous looking man walked in with something metal in his hand. He unlocked Evelyn's cell and walked in. Jack could now see that what the man held was the East India Agent's cane and the tip was glowing red. A look of complete horror came across Jack's features. Evelyn, not seeing the red hot end, looked as if she were going to attempt to escape.
"Evy," Jack said, quietly, "don't do anything stupid…" Evelyn then sat calmly on the floor. She had learned in all her time spent with Jack, when he said this, he meant it.
"Gimme yer hand, ye little bitch," the man said, grabbing Evelyn's wrist. All at once Evelyn saw the red hot branding iron and felt an extreme amount of pain on her right wrist. She winced as she felt her skin burn to a blister. She did not scream, however. She would not give this monster the satisfaction of that. After the beast was satisfied, he shoved Evelyn backwards and walked out of her cell. After locking it back up, he strode over to Jack's cell, unlocked the door and walked in. Without protest, Jack held out his wrist to the man. He quickly felt a burning sensation shoot up through his arm. He winced slightly. After a few seconds, the man removed the brand and strode out of the cell, locking the door behind him.
Once the bastard was gone, Evelyn scooted over to the cell bars that separated her and Jack. She leaned against them and began to cry.
Jack stood and walked over to her. He sat behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Are ye all right, luv?" He asked.
"I'll live," she answered, sniffling a little.
"We're gonna get outta 'ere, I pr'mise," He said.
She turned around to face him. She looked into his kohl-lined dark brown eyes. In all the time she had known him, this was the first time she had ever seen him looked so concerned about her. "Jack?" She said.
"Yes, luv?" He replied.
"Wat do ye need me ter do?" She said. She took his left hand, the one uninjured, in her own.
"I knew you'd see things my way," He smirked at her and winked.
The sun rose early in the morning. Its bright rays pouring through the small window near the ceiling of Jack's cell. He and Evelyn had been up most of the night planning an escape. They hadn't gotten much, but it was a start.
Jack opened his eyes when the rays of sun hit them. He sat up and reached into Evelyn's cell and lightly shook her arm. "Evy," he said, "come on luv. Time ter get started."
Evelyn opened her eyes and slowly sat up. She turned around and faced Jack. She glared at him for waking her up and then realized the situation.
"Mornin' ter ye too, darlin'," Jack said, after seeing her glare.
Evelyn looked down at her wrist and winced. It was funny how during her sleep she didn't feel pain. Suddenly, a look of pure determination spread across her face. She wasn't about to give up. No matter how tired and pained she was. She quickly stood and strode over to the front of her cell.
"What are ye doin'?" Jack asked, thinking that she was just wasting time.
"Creatin' a diversion," Evelyn stated, simply.
This had not been the plan. "Don't do anything stupid," Jack mumbled. At that, Evelyn began to scream and thrash about her cell. She made such a noise that three men came down the stairs of the prison and into the hall. One of the men quickly unlocked her door and strode very angrily into her cell. The other two followed him in. In the man's haste however, he had left the ring of keys in the lock.
As Evelyn continued to make a fuss, thrashing about in the guards' arms, Jack carefully reached out of his cell and snatched the key ring. He quickly, without the notice of the guards, since they were facing the back wall of the cell, unlocked his cell door and walked over to Evelyn's. He unlocked and opened her door.
Evelyn suddenly stopped all movement and stood quietly. The guards stood there looking confused as she smiled sweetly at them, waved, and then burst through them at a run. Before they even knew what hit them, Evelyn and Jack were up the prison stairs and out the door. Once outside, they ran toward the docks.
"That was easy," Jack said, amused.
"Almost too easy," Evelyn replied as she and Jack hid under one of the docks.
"We'll jes' 'ave ter keep a weather eye out for those buggers, then won't we, eh?" Jack said, "'opefully, we can find someone ter get us outta-" Jack said, suddenly distracted by a ship sailing into the port. "Woah…" His eyes went wide.
Evelyn looked at him like he was mad until she turned and saw what had piqued her friend's interest. It was a great tall ship, sailing in at a quick speed under full sail. She was unspeakably beautiful, painted in blue and gold, a British flag flying from the aft mast, and she was the most amazing ship both Jack and Evelyn had ever seen.
"Now tha's a ship," Jack said, staggering towards her, losing all sense of their situation.
"Jack!" Evelyn whispered roughly, "Now's not really the time ter be chasin' after a beautiful ship, luv," she continued, grabbing his arm.
"I think I've got me a plan," Jack said, now looking at the ship more lustfully than before. "We're going ter commandeer that ship."
"Ye're mad, mate," Evelyn said, looking at Jack like he had just sprouted a second head. "There's Red Coats all over the place. Not ter mention the crew that's going ter be aboard. That ship's built fer speed Jack, ter catch pirates. Meaning, the crew will be trained ter deal with an attack."
"Bloody brilliant the lot of them will be," Jack said with a sly smirk. "I think we can manage."
"Ye've lost yer bloody mind," Evelyn said, "There are two of us. There's most likely two dozen o' them."
"Then we wait 'till they leave the ship," Jack said.
"It'll be heavily guarded," Evelyn replied.
"Who's ter say it will?" Jack asked.
"Ye're hopeless, Jack," Evelyn sighed, covering her face with her hands. "This is foolish, even for ye. This is practically bleedin' suicide."
"It's a chance I'm willin' ter take." Jack said, gravely. "This is our chance, luv. Jes' you and me. Captain and Firs' Mate. We'll get us a crew and pillage our hearts out! Savvy?"
Evelyn sighed. "Fine." She gritted her teeth. This was one of the things that infuriated her most about Jack. Once he was set on something, no matter how foolish it was, he was determined to do it.