Chapter Four: The Dungeon, The Captain and The Black Pearl!
I stomped off to my room… not knowing they caught him, until a maid came to my quarters.
"Here you go miss. It was a difficult day for you and your sister. I'm sure." Marie said. I nodded.
"Yes, I suppose so. Having Gillette propose, and knowing. But I must admit I wasn't prepared for it." I said to her. She smiled.
"I meant, your sister being threatened by that pirate, sounds terrifying." Marie said. I nodded.
"Oh, yes. It was terrifying"
"But Gillette proposed. Fancy that. Now that's a smart match, Shyla. If it's not too bold to say." Marie said. I smiled at her.
"It is a smart match. He's a nice fine man, any woman should dream of marrying." I told her, not wanting to say a thing about me not accepting his proposal.
"Now, I hear they have that Pirate in the dungeon where he should be"
"They do"
"Oh, yes. Shyla, he's going to be hung in the early morn' I think he should be hung slowly"
"That is too bold, Marie." I told her.
"Well, begging your pardon, Miss. It was not my place." she said and walked out of the room.
As soon as she left, I crawled out of bed, and put on my night coat, that matched, my baby blue night dress that hung on my body perfectly. I then went to the prison, and to where Mr. Sparrow was setting.
"The governor's daughter, what should you be doing here?" one of the prisoners said.
I ignored him, but I think Jack heard him. For Jack was standing and looking out of the cell, with his hat on his head. It made him look deadly gorgeous
"Well, well, Miss Swann. What should you be doing in the dungeon at this hour or at any?" Jack asked. I ignored the question.
"What were you getting at, Mr. Sparrow? Trying to get yourself killed, isn't smart." I said. He smirked.
"Worried are we, Love?" he asked. I gasped, and felt blood in my cheeks.
"Me! Worry about a lowlife, no good what so ever pirate. Please, Mr. Sparrow, contain your-self. I just wanted to say, that I hope all goes as slowly as possible tomorrow." I said.
"Why, Miss Swann. I thought you would rather marry…"
"I would rather die, then to be-wed you or any man close to my father. All men are the same, vale, loathsome, and careless of women." I said.
"That, love would be the part of where you're wrong. I do not disrespect women at all. I just love them to much, is all. I wouldn't mind loving you either." he said. This caused me to get a little angry.
"Are you inquiring that I sleep with you, Mr. Sparrow?" I asked, he smirked showing a little view of his right side of teeth.
"What else could I inquire, but the truth?" he asked. I blushed, I could feel it. "What truth would that be?" I had to ask.
He smirked and looked at me up and down; I just knew with the look in his eyes he wanted me.
"Truth be told, you are beautiful…more beautiful than any woman, I've come across in me life. It would be a shame, if you were raped and hurt, love. I wouldn't like that, nor would anyone, but who done it to you. Someone as beautiful as you could be endanger anywhere ye would go to." he said. I gasped.
"Well, I'll just have to carry a weapon for defense wont I, Mr. Sparrow? It seems that it is getting too late. I should be going." I said, but not before he spoke.
"I like that dress ye be wearing, it's a lovely garment on you, love." he said.
I felt my face grow warm, so I left without saying another word. But before I truly left I looked at the men who were calling on Charles.
"He won't come near you, he's been well trained." I said and looked at the dog, he wouldn't even move. I smirked at Jack.
"Have a nice trip, Mr. Sparrow." I said and walked off, but once again before I could go something happened. Jack spoke of a ship called the Black Pearl.
"I know those guns." he said. I turned around.
"Guns! What guns?" I asked, walking back toward his cell. I didn't like any kind of guns, pistols and such.
"It's the Pearl." he said looking out of the window. I crossed my arms; I heard stories of that ship. It's said that it don't exist.
"The Black Pearl?" one of the other men asked. I looked at him.
"What of this Black Pearl?" I asked once again. The man looked at me.
"I've heard stories. She's been praying on ships and settlements for near 10 years. Never leaves any survivors." he said.
I gasped; I wouldn't want to go on that ship in any lifetime. I would rather stay on dry land.
"Really?" I asked. He nodded. Jack looked at me, then at the man.
"No survivors, eh? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" Jack said with a toothy smirk. I looked at him. Just then a cannon-ball came flying at the wall on the men's side, not Jack's.
I gasped and stepped until my back to the other cell, and when the smoke cleared I walked over to the cell putting my hands on the small spaces. Looking at Jack, hoping he wasn't hurt or anything.
"Are you alright?" I asked. He looked at me, and smirked.
"Why such worry, love?" he asked. I looked at him and fumed.
"I'm not worried for you." I said angrily, which was a lie. He looked at me with a small smile.
"At least let me out of here"
"Beg the dog. He might move. I've no idea." I said. He sighed and grabbed the dog bone.
"Woman, when I get out…" he said but mumbled the last part so I didn't know what he said. Then he began to call for the dog.
"That's a good boy… Come on a bit closer... A bit closer… That's it... That's it, doggy." he said. I tried my best to hold in my laughter. He looked at me with a mad look. I smiled an innocent smile to him.
"Oh hush you." he said. I raised my brow and smiled.
"Come on, you filthy, slimy, mangy cad." he said and I heard the door close and the dog ran off downstairs. He looked at me.
"Hide, it may be crew of the Black Pearl." he said. I nodded and done so in the shadows. Watching to see what would happen before me.