A/N ok so I finally got to POTC mode! Hope you enjoy this story and
remember REVIEWS ARE WELCOMED WITH OPEN ARMS!!!
Disclaimer: Ok so the same thing as last time...what? No I refuse to repeat it...no I'm not going to say it folds arms and turns back to Fanfiction people who make the rules...oooh!! Why do I have to say it??? Ok... I don't own Jack or Will or anything related to POTC but I really really wish I did!!!
BTW I just found something BIG out!!! Apparently the next POTC movie is going to be called: Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Treasures of the Lost Abyss!!!!! How cool!!!
Ok so on with the story!
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Chapter 2: To meet a Sparrow
My head was still swimming but I didn't care. I hadn't a clue where I was or who this person that was standing beside me was. The room swayed from side to side in a fast notion that made me feel ill. I rubbed my eyes in a panic and turned to the man on my side. He looked familiar although I couldn't quite place where I had seem him before. He spoke in a harsh voice which made my spine shiver.
"What do yea think ye' doin'?" he spat at me, "the Cap'n's not gona be happy 'bout this. To think a stowaway!"
He grabbed my arm and pulled me violently towards the door. I stumbled still completely unaware of where I was. The whole place rocked backwards and forwards so quickly that I had to be dragged by this man to where ever it was that I was going. Terrible sounds of crashing and flashes came from outside somewhere telling me that there was a storm going on.
I heard the clank of a lock and I was thrown head-first into a cell and locked in. The man had gone before I could ask why I was here.
It was pitch black in the cell and still it rocked heavily. I could feel my empty stomach growling again...not for food this time but to vomit. I doubled over and threw up all over the dark floor and the pain of throwing up on an empty stomach hit me. I sat down and shook with coldness and fright. The dream was real. I had been falling.
Hours passed by and the storm above seemed to calm down which made the room rock less until it became a slow swaying motion. Suddenly the creak of a door opening filled my ears and the bright light of a candle blinded my eyes. I clasped my hands over my face and huddled myself into a corner. I could hear the voices of two men. Both of which seemed extremely familiar. But where had I heard them before?
"Ere she is Cap'n found 'er in the food stock"
"Are yea sure she's alright?" asked the second voice.
It was calm and soft instead of the hard voice of the other man. The clink of the lock cracked in the air startling me. I tried to open my eyes squinting at the two men. One was mid-height and rather plump around the face and the other was slightly shorter, muscular and had his hands hanging out in an odd position as if he had recently been using them for some action.
The light stung my eyes so I snapped them shut again.
"Leave her be" said the first voice as the other man grabbed my hair.
The man reluctantly let go and took a few steps back so that the 'Captain' could interrogate me.
I felt him crouch down beside me and I breathed in a rich smell of salty sea breeze, rum and a delicious smell of manly scent. My eyes began adjusting to the light so I opened them slowly scared of what this man was about to do to me. He was just sitting there staring at me. His baggy shirt was loose revealing the muscular, tanned look of his body. My eyes darted wildly taking in every piece of this man that I could see. From the rough but gentle looking hands plastered with rings to the red bandanna keeping his wild dreadlocks into place.
He looked...familiar...really familiar but I couldn't quite place my finger on it as my head was still swimming.
"Who are yea and what are yeh doin' on my ship?" he asked. I looked up into his eyes...those chocolate brown eyes that made my knees buckle. They were so familiar. Why couldn't I remember?
"Well?" he questioned.
My mouth was dry and gummed up. I hadn't had a drink in ages and I was so thirsty. I tried opening my mouth but it was hopeless. The familiar man seemed to know what was the problem and called over his shoulder to the man behind.
"Gibbs!"
"Aye Cap'n?"
"Hand me your flask"
"Cap'n?!?!?" the man replied obviously outraged.
"I said hand me yeh flask. I'd appreciate it if yeh' followed me orders savvy?" The man handed over a small brown flask with a quiet "aye Cap'n" for an apology.
The Captain handed me the flask and I was so thirsty that I downed it without questioning what it was. The strong liquid passed down my throat making me gasp and cough. But it had done the trick and I felt my tongue slowly coming back to life.
"W...w...where am I?" I stuttered, "who are you and what are you going to do t...t...to me?"
His brows frowned at me slightly.
"I think I'll be asking the questions luv," he stated clearly. There was a look in his eyes that told me he was getting annoyed with me. "Who are yeh and why are yea on my ship?" he asked again.
"S...s...ship?" I shivered. I always stuttered when I was nervous. His brows frowned dangerously. "I'm A...a...Annie". Snap out of it! Your not scared...you scared. "I'm not scared" I whispered to myself.
"Oh your not are yeh?" he chuckled.
I blushed and shot a glance at the man, Gibbs, standing behind him who was not so quick to laugh. The Captain turned his head to talk to him for a moment and I had some time to catch my thoughts. Slowly things were coming back to me. I had been sitting in the graveyard and now...now I was locked in a cell with two familiar looking men on a ship. I was dreaming I had to be. I reached up under my t-shirt and pinched hard.
"OUCH!" I gasped. The man turned and looked at me in astonishment, Gibbs had left. "Not dreaming" I whispered more to myself than to him.
"Course your not dreamin'. I want t' know why yeh on me ship" this was the third time he'd asked and it was obvious that his patience was running out.
"I...I don't know" I replied simply.
It as the truth I had no idea where I was or how I got here. I stumbled to try and stand up. The floor was making my head spin dreadfully and I thought that maybe if I stood up it would help.
But it didn't. It was worse standing up and it was clear that my moving had angered the man. The room began to spin and I grabbed the nearest thing to steady myself.
"Going somewhere luv?" came the voice from the thing I had grabbed hold of.
I blinked and looked up into the face of the man. I was holding onto him! I tried to let go, slightly embarrassed, but it only lead to me falling right into him. He lowered me to the floor and propped me up against the cell bars.
"Where am I?" I asked again as the room started coming back into my vision. I was scared now and much to my annoyance I felt a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye. I looked around wildly wondering how to get back home and began to cry.
"Yeh on the Pearl luv" came the man's soothing voice as he held me by the shoulders, "I'm Jack Sparrow, hush now luv"
Jack Sparrow? I knew that name. It had finally clicked into place. Jack Sparrow, Gibbs and a ship...I was in Pirates of the Caribbean.
I felt the room start to sway again but this time I let myself fall into the darkness and I knew no more.
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A/N: hehehe!! Hope you enjoyed the chappie...I personally think it was quite boring but I promise that it will get better!!! And remember reviews are welcomed nasty or nice!!
Disclaimer: Ok so the same thing as last time...what? No I refuse to repeat it...no I'm not going to say it folds arms and turns back to Fanfiction people who make the rules...oooh!! Why do I have to say it??? Ok... I don't own Jack or Will or anything related to POTC but I really really wish I did!!!
BTW I just found something BIG out!!! Apparently the next POTC movie is going to be called: Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Treasures of the Lost Abyss!!!!! How cool!!!
Ok so on with the story!
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Chapter 2: To meet a Sparrow
My head was still swimming but I didn't care. I hadn't a clue where I was or who this person that was standing beside me was. The room swayed from side to side in a fast notion that made me feel ill. I rubbed my eyes in a panic and turned to the man on my side. He looked familiar although I couldn't quite place where I had seem him before. He spoke in a harsh voice which made my spine shiver.
"What do yea think ye' doin'?" he spat at me, "the Cap'n's not gona be happy 'bout this. To think a stowaway!"
He grabbed my arm and pulled me violently towards the door. I stumbled still completely unaware of where I was. The whole place rocked backwards and forwards so quickly that I had to be dragged by this man to where ever it was that I was going. Terrible sounds of crashing and flashes came from outside somewhere telling me that there was a storm going on.
I heard the clank of a lock and I was thrown head-first into a cell and locked in. The man had gone before I could ask why I was here.
It was pitch black in the cell and still it rocked heavily. I could feel my empty stomach growling again...not for food this time but to vomit. I doubled over and threw up all over the dark floor and the pain of throwing up on an empty stomach hit me. I sat down and shook with coldness and fright. The dream was real. I had been falling.
Hours passed by and the storm above seemed to calm down which made the room rock less until it became a slow swaying motion. Suddenly the creak of a door opening filled my ears and the bright light of a candle blinded my eyes. I clasped my hands over my face and huddled myself into a corner. I could hear the voices of two men. Both of which seemed extremely familiar. But where had I heard them before?
"Ere she is Cap'n found 'er in the food stock"
"Are yea sure she's alright?" asked the second voice.
It was calm and soft instead of the hard voice of the other man. The clink of the lock cracked in the air startling me. I tried to open my eyes squinting at the two men. One was mid-height and rather plump around the face and the other was slightly shorter, muscular and had his hands hanging out in an odd position as if he had recently been using them for some action.
The light stung my eyes so I snapped them shut again.
"Leave her be" said the first voice as the other man grabbed my hair.
The man reluctantly let go and took a few steps back so that the 'Captain' could interrogate me.
I felt him crouch down beside me and I breathed in a rich smell of salty sea breeze, rum and a delicious smell of manly scent. My eyes began adjusting to the light so I opened them slowly scared of what this man was about to do to me. He was just sitting there staring at me. His baggy shirt was loose revealing the muscular, tanned look of his body. My eyes darted wildly taking in every piece of this man that I could see. From the rough but gentle looking hands plastered with rings to the red bandanna keeping his wild dreadlocks into place.
He looked...familiar...really familiar but I couldn't quite place my finger on it as my head was still swimming.
"Who are yea and what are yeh doin' on my ship?" he asked. I looked up into his eyes...those chocolate brown eyes that made my knees buckle. They were so familiar. Why couldn't I remember?
"Well?" he questioned.
My mouth was dry and gummed up. I hadn't had a drink in ages and I was so thirsty. I tried opening my mouth but it was hopeless. The familiar man seemed to know what was the problem and called over his shoulder to the man behind.
"Gibbs!"
"Aye Cap'n?"
"Hand me your flask"
"Cap'n?!?!?" the man replied obviously outraged.
"I said hand me yeh flask. I'd appreciate it if yeh' followed me orders savvy?" The man handed over a small brown flask with a quiet "aye Cap'n" for an apology.
The Captain handed me the flask and I was so thirsty that I downed it without questioning what it was. The strong liquid passed down my throat making me gasp and cough. But it had done the trick and I felt my tongue slowly coming back to life.
"W...w...where am I?" I stuttered, "who are you and what are you going to do t...t...to me?"
His brows frowned at me slightly.
"I think I'll be asking the questions luv," he stated clearly. There was a look in his eyes that told me he was getting annoyed with me. "Who are yeh and why are yea on my ship?" he asked again.
"S...s...ship?" I shivered. I always stuttered when I was nervous. His brows frowned dangerously. "I'm A...a...Annie". Snap out of it! Your not scared...you scared. "I'm not scared" I whispered to myself.
"Oh your not are yeh?" he chuckled.
I blushed and shot a glance at the man, Gibbs, standing behind him who was not so quick to laugh. The Captain turned his head to talk to him for a moment and I had some time to catch my thoughts. Slowly things were coming back to me. I had been sitting in the graveyard and now...now I was locked in a cell with two familiar looking men on a ship. I was dreaming I had to be. I reached up under my t-shirt and pinched hard.
"OUCH!" I gasped. The man turned and looked at me in astonishment, Gibbs had left. "Not dreaming" I whispered more to myself than to him.
"Course your not dreamin'. I want t' know why yeh on me ship" this was the third time he'd asked and it was obvious that his patience was running out.
"I...I don't know" I replied simply.
It as the truth I had no idea where I was or how I got here. I stumbled to try and stand up. The floor was making my head spin dreadfully and I thought that maybe if I stood up it would help.
But it didn't. It was worse standing up and it was clear that my moving had angered the man. The room began to spin and I grabbed the nearest thing to steady myself.
"Going somewhere luv?" came the voice from the thing I had grabbed hold of.
I blinked and looked up into the face of the man. I was holding onto him! I tried to let go, slightly embarrassed, but it only lead to me falling right into him. He lowered me to the floor and propped me up against the cell bars.
"Where am I?" I asked again as the room started coming back into my vision. I was scared now and much to my annoyance I felt a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye. I looked around wildly wondering how to get back home and began to cry.
"Yeh on the Pearl luv" came the man's soothing voice as he held me by the shoulders, "I'm Jack Sparrow, hush now luv"
Jack Sparrow? I knew that name. It had finally clicked into place. Jack Sparrow, Gibbs and a ship...I was in Pirates of the Caribbean.
I felt the room start to sway again but this time I let myself fall into the darkness and I knew no more.
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A/N: hehehe!! Hope you enjoyed the chappie...I personally think it was quite boring but I promise that it will get better!!! And remember reviews are welcomed nasty or nice!!