Chapter 2: My Brother...?

Note: The first time I heard of the name "Zora" was when I was watching my sister play Zelda, yes. I've loved, and remembered the name ever since. Oh, and people, please review! I love them. Even if it's flaming my story, I love hearing other people's opinions on my work. :).

"My name, Zora, is Jack Sparrow. But please, call me Captain Jack Sparrow," he finally answers.

"Jack Sparrow..." I thought, "I never knew a Jack sparrow, yet, I know I know him..." I soon remember about the ring I've found, that had C.J.S. carved into it. It would make sense if it stood for 'Captain Jack Sparrow'.

I slip the ring off of my finger, and show it to him. I then ask, "is that what C.S.J. stands for, 'Captain Jack Sparrow'?" His gaze was stuck on the ring.

"Where did you get that, Zora," he asked in a polite tone of voice. I did nothing but simply tilt my head a bit.

"I will answer all your questions, after you answer all of mine. I don't care about your name, or the fact that your the captain of this ship. I want to know who you are. Your name doesn't quite answer that for me. I'd also like to know why I'm here. If you would have wanted to kill me, you'd have probably done it already."

"Who said I was going t' kill ye' right away, love?" answered Jack, ignoring my questions.

I get up from my seat, and grab a nearby pistol that was lying on the middle of the cabin's floor. "Answer my questions," I ordered, "who are you? I want more then a bloody name. Why am I here? I want a real reason. Are you planning on killing me?"

He just placed a smirk on his face, and said "don't try anything stupid on me, Zora. The pistol be empty. I will answer your questions, you don't need to try anything threatening." He pulled out a small box from his pocket, "I'm surprised you don't know me. Just by me name, it should be tellin' ya' something, aye?"

"The truth be, Jack, that I've no idea who you are. I know I know you, but as of how, I'm thoughtless. Maybe the fact that you hit me in the head with something caused me to forget?" I replied, getting quite impatient. I mean, gosh, talk about a man who loves to stall.

"If I were to call you sister, again, would that help your memory?" he asked so quick, I barely understood him. But, I thought about it for a minute. I know I had an older brother, but the last time I saw him was when I was but three-years-old. One day, long ago, my parents had gotten into a huge fight. That night, my father took my brother and left. He left a note on the table that said he took his son with him to begin a new life on the ocean. But, I always thought his name was Jake...

"I never had a brother with the name of Jack," I said after the long pause, "you must have found the wrong person. Now, may you please bring me back home? I need to go! I'm getting married on the morrow!"

"I be sorry about your wedding, lass, but there's things more important that need to be taken care of first, savvy? And yes, Zora, I am your brother."

"I only had one brother, and his name was Jake... Sure, I never really knew him, but I know he wouldn't kidnap his own sister!" I said quite fast, in a threatening tone of voice.

He sighed and rolled his eyes, "listen, a person can change quite a bit in thirty years. Last time you seen me, was I a pirate?"

I just gaze deep into his eyes. I'm thoughtless. Unless, of course,he changed his name.

"No, no, no. You listen. If you truly are my, as you claimed, 'brother', what is our father's name?" I asked, though the question was stupid and easy, he'd know.

"Couldn't you come up with a better question, lass? His name be Majed. Majed Sparrow, to be exact," he replied.

I force a smile on my face, and nod. I suddenly felt sick. Next thing I knew, I ran on deck, bentand threw-up. I felt dizzy, and could barely stand. I'm not sure if it's because he really is my brother, or if I suddenly just felt sea-sick. Jack, or, apparently, my brother, helped me up. He brought me back into his cabin.

"Please, love, next time, try to throw up in the water... Ummmm... are ye' feelin' anybetter, lass?" he asked.

"Sure... I guess..." I say under my breath. Gosh.

"I thought ye'd be a littlehappier, seein' me 'n all," he said with a forced smile on his face. Obviously, he was trying to be kind... to cheer me up. His attempt was vain, for it did nothing but made me blow up.

"I woke up, on the middle of the floor of your ship, Jack. You kidnapped me. Did you truly think I'd be happy?"

He doesn't say anything. No, instead, he keeps quiet. He takes the little box that he had set on the table earlier, and pushes it back towards me...