Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Pirates of the Caribbean characters. Thorn and Livna are my own creations.
This chapter isn't the greatest, since I wrote it at 2-3 in the morning. But it does explain a lot about some things that are going to be happening in later chapters, so it's kind of important. Anyway, enjoy.
It was now well into the afternoon of the next morning, and Thorn was pacing around in her cabin. She had been out on deck earlier, but had avoided everyone as best she could. Deciding it would be more productive to stay in here where she could be alone with her thoughts, she had managed to slip away from everyone. She was incredibly glad to be alone, after the events of the previous night. She just couldn't believe that she loved Jack. She did not believe in that stupid compass. She did not love him. And she most certainly was not in denial.
After tiring of pacing around, she sat down on Livna's hammock, arms folded across her chest as she glared down at the wooden trunk taking up space on the floor. Raising one eyebrow, she wondered what Livna kept in there. Deciding that it would be something to do, and could possibly take her mind off of that stupid compass, she got down on her knees in front of the trunk. The lock was old and rusted, and she snapped it off easily.
She lifted the top of the trunk, leaning over to peer inside of it. Oh, what a suspenseful moment this was. On top, there were only a few articles of clothing, which she lifted out and placed to the side, allowing a few objects of more interest to become visible. Two that would prove to be most interesting, however, were a gun and a small leather-bound journal. Thorn lifted the gun out of the trunk, running her fingers along its smooth frame. She raised one eyebrow after realizing that it was loaded, but with only one bullet. This could only mean one of two things; Livna had been marooned in the past, or she had simply used the rest of the bullets. Although both seemed a little odd, since she had never seen Livna use a gun on anyone, the second possibility seemed a bit more realistic.
Shrugging the question off for the moment, she carefully replaced the gun where it had been, on the bottom of the chest. She sifted through the other items occupying the inside of the chest, although there wasn't really much, until she came to the leather bound journal. She picked it up, pondering for a moment over wether or not she should go on and read it. She certainly wouldn't want Livna knowing all the details of her lifeā¦But the journal was there, right in her hands! It seemed like fate that she read it! She glanced towards the door, afraid that Livna would walk in on her reading the journal, and then slowly untied the strap that bound it shut.
Thorn was laying on her back on her own hammock now, journal in hands. She almost didn't want to open the journal, afraid of what she might find. But whatever secrets Livna wanted to keep from her, she deserved to know. She realized how hypocritical that sounded, but she paid no mind to it. Slowly and carefully she opened the journal to one of the earliest pages, which was crinkled at the edges and looked as though it had gotten wet at one point, and began to read.
I've been on this island for a month and a half now; living the same way I have been since the day they marooned me. It seems as though life on the Black Pearl is just a memory, as I doubt I'll ever be part of the crew again. I'm starting to wonder if trying to take over the title of Captain was a good idea at all, since all it did was end me up here. Now all I want is to see Jack Sparrow dead, but seeing as I'm probably going to die here on this island, I suppose my wish isn't going to come true. But it's his fault I'm here in the first place!
Thorn paused, lowering the journal from her line of vision, so she could no longer see her sister's neat, flowing handwriting. So she had been marooned before. Although she hadn't guessed that Jack had marooned her. And she certainly hadn't guessed the reason. Although, Livna had been a part of the Black Pearl's crew for two years before Thorn joined them, meaning a lot of things had gone on that she didn't know about. She found it hard to believe that Livna had tried to kill Jack before, and she seemed to still want to. She had absolutely no idea that Livna wanted to be the Pearl's Captain, either. Did her sister live a whole different life that Thorn didn't know about?
Sighing, she picked up the journal and continued reading from the same page.
And I swear, I will survive this. And when I get off of this island, I'll find a way to get back on the Pearl. I'll find a way to kill Jack and take over the Pearl. I don't know how, but mark my words; I am going to do it. I do hope it's soon though, because I don't know how much more I can take living on this island.
Thorn stopped reading there; even more shocked than she had been before. She guessed, by the seriousness of Livna's words, that she really did still want to kill Jack. Deciding to skip to a more recent entry, she found herself reading from the most current page to be written in.
I guess you could call today productive. Basically I've spent the past four days with Jack, but I don't think I'm really getting anywhere. I can tell he still doesn't trust me, thanks to the past. Hah, I haven't really been worrying much about Thorn's bet, but I'm starting to think that unless I can seriously start getting Jack to like me, she's going to loose. Ah well, just another person mad at me. Like I don't have enough of those already. Speaking of Thorn, she's still out on deck. For someone who claims to hate Jack, she sure does spend enough time with him. But I'm planning on doing it soon, so I guess I'll find out then. She'll either be unaffected or heartbroken, although I don't really care. She and her little bet just made my plan a whole lot easier, so I guess I owe her thanks. Part of me feels bad about keeping all this from her, but I just know that she'd tell Jack if I told her. I know she loves him, and I know she trusts me, which makes this a bit harder than it should be. But I've come much, much too far to turn back now.
And the writing stopped there. Thorn slammed the journal shut, binding it with the strap. She stood up, putting it back in the trunk and closing the lid, not worrying about the broken lock lying on the floor near it. She sat back down on her hammock, about a million thoughts running through her mind. So Livna was really planning on killing Jack, and from what she had written, soon. She sighed deeply, and thoughts of the compass ran back to her. Hypothetically, if the compass worked and she did love Jack, she couldn't let her sister kill him. But she couldn't let her kill him anyway! She could be on the side of her sister, planning to murder someone, or Jack who she did not love.
She exhaled sharply, lying back down again. Much too many thoughts were still running through her mind, and she felt as though she just couldn't take it anymore. Her entire life had just become so much more complicated than it had been before. She let her head rest on the makeshift pillow, and although she didn't intend for it to happen so quickly, she fell asleep nearly instantly.
Ah, another chapter done. Now I'm going to reward myself with some well-deserved sleep, since its 3 in the morning and I have to get up early tomorrow morning. Oh joy. Anyway, sorry if this one was a bit hard to follow. It'll make more sense later on.
