Fearing Death
The battle was at its climax point. The ship reeked of blood and death, I fought every pirate that dared messed with me. I rolled my eyes as I a man I had just stabbed lay there dying. Well he shouldn't have gone after me; I mean I am Emily James, fiercest female pirate of the seven seas. I looked around to see if I could find any of my crew, or Jack's. I finally spotted Jack fighting off 4 men by the wheel. I ran over and jumped in the fight. As two fell to the ground Jack yelled at me.
"Thanks love, I might have died if you hadn't helped me." Jack called over the noise of guns, and cannons, and screams.
"Anything for you Sparrow." I called as two pirates ran two me and I stabbed them easily.
"Is there anyone one here that is worthy to fight me?" I muttered under my breath as more men came at me, thinking they could take me down. While I was fighting a man, I had backed onto the stairs and I was so into fighting this man that I hadn't heard fast paced footsteps behind me, I only heard them when I felt a surging pain in my stomach. I looked down to see sticking out of my stomach; I looked around to see a man smirking at me. I grabbed the sword out of my stomach and turned it around it and stabbed the man in his chest, right where his heart is. He chocked on his own blood as he fell to the ground, and I smirked in satisfaction as he took his last painful breath. I ran up the stairs and headed to a quiet spot on the ship to check my wound. Finally finding a spot where the rum was I looked down to see my entire lower torso was red. I put a hand gently on my wound and I brought it back up to find my entire hand covered in blood, my blood.
"Bloody pirate." I cursed as I looked something to cover up my wound. I looked around and I suddenly felt lightheaded and when I went to walk I stumbled around crashing in to crates. I hissed in pain as I again lost my footing and landed in a heap on the floor. I looked up at the stairs as they looked ten times longer, there was more blood spilling out of my stomach. I knew I was dieing and there was nothing I could do about it. I laughed bitterly, the greatest female pirate alive died from an amateur sword fighter. My vision got fuzzier as I looked around and I felt tired. Maybe I'll just close my eyes for a second, and think of a way to save myself. Everything went black as I just sat there, and suddenly I heard noise. It sounded like men talking, lots of me. I opened my eyes to see that I was no longer in the storage area of the Black Pearl, but on another ship. I looked around to see many men kneeling in a line, many of the men looked familiar, and my eyes landed on the man that had stabbed me earlier. That could only mean that I am dead and I am on the Flying Dutchman. Suddenly an older man took notice of me. He walked over to me.
"Miss did you die at sea?" I looked up surprised at him, and I finally nodded. He gently took one of my arms and helped stood me up.
"Then you have to go stand in line with the rest of the men Miss…"
"Emily James." I said evenly as I walked over to the line of dead men, who looked at me fascinated that I was dead. Sadly I was put next to the man who stabbed me, and he was looking at me smugly.
"What?" I finally spat at him.
"I just never thought I would see you here. I mean you are Emily James. And I also didn't think I would be the man to put you here. Maybe you aren't as good as everyone thought." And before I could stop myself I had punched him square in the face sending him flying backwards. He landed hard against the railing, and I couldn't help but laugh along with the rest of the men, as he tried getting up. He glared at me and stormed over when he finally got up. I put my hand on my sword hilt out of instinct. But before the man could do what ever he had planned to do a young man came down the stairs. And the Flying Dutchman's crew got quiet. I looked up at the man to see that he air of power around him. I could tell that he was important to the crew; he was most likely the captain. The men in line saw him too and they all quieted down and some even started shivering from fright. I only looked on; my Father had taught me that you never let anyone see your fear. So I put on an emotionless face as the man walked down examining all of us. From a quick glance he didn't seem dangerous like Davy Jones had. He wasn't glaring at all of us and when he was done looking he walked to the middle of the line and said in a loud clear voice.
"I am Will Turner, captain of the Flying Dutchman, I am going to ask you one question, and the question is do you fear death. If you do tell me and I will allow you to join my crew, and if you don't you will move on to your final judgment. I will give you all a couple of minutes to think about it." He then walked over to the man who had helped me up, he started talking to him. I looked at all the man, somewhere deep in thought, others already with their mind made up. Do I fear death? I thought hard about. I had not been the greatest person in my short life. I had killed many, robbed innocent, started fires on peoples homes, judgment would be hard. I can already tell I won't be going to heaven, but if I say I do I'll be stuck here. I looked around the ship, it was in great shape, but it looked nothing like the ship I had heard stories as a small girl. I looked at the captain, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Why? Before I could think any longer the captain came to stand in front of me.
"Ok I am going to start with the questioning, now I don't want you to be afraid, answer how you want to." He then looked down at me, as I stared back.
"Hello my name is Will Turner, and yours?" I raised my eyebrow but answered anyway.
"Emily James." I said never breaking eye contact. He looked down at my clothing.
"Something tells me you weren't an innocent bystander who just got killed at this accident right?" I nodded my head.
"I'm a pirate." He gave a small laugh and said.
"Yes I can see that, something tells me a good part of the men here are because of you." I smirked and nodded.
"Yes they are." He nodded and got even closer to me and whispered into my ear.
"Emily James do you fear death?" He then stood back and looked into my eyes awaiting an answer. My mind was whirling with a million thought, do I fear death or not? Finally I looked back up at him and said in a slightly shaking voice.
"Yes I do." He nodded and stuck his hand out to me.
"Welcome to the Flying Dutchman." I shook his hand as he smiled at me. He pointed behind him to the man that had helped me earlier.
"Go stand by Mr. Turner while I finish up here." I nodded and walked over to Mr. Turner. He smiled at me and said.
"Well if it isn't Miss Emily James, it is nice to see you again." I nodded as Will continued talking to the men. By the time he was finished some more men had walked over to us, but most said they didn't fear death. Will then walked over to us and said.
"Welcome to my crew, my first mate Mr. Turner will show you around to your rooms, and give you a tour of the ship." He then walked up a small staircase that led somewhere.
"C'mon ye dogs." Mr. Turner called din a semi-friendly way as he led us around explaining about our duties as crewmen, once he was done showing us the ship he showed us our rooms. He led us down some stairs into a long hallway; he would go to a door and would call one or two men to go into the room. Soon it was just Mr. Turner and me. He led me down to the end of the hallway where a door was with the number 21 on it.
"This will be your room, Miss James."
"Please Mr. Turner call me Emily." I asked as I opened the doors. He laughed and replied.
"Ok Emily, only as long as you call me Bootstrap."
"Fair enough." I said as I looked around. The room didn't really compare to my captain quarters on my old ship The Dreamer. But it wasn't bad; there were two twins bed nailed to the floor, on one wall there was a small dresser with a mirror, and a bowl that I could wash my face in. There was also a brush on the table, and leaning on the other wall were some trunks filled with items. They looked like my old ones, they were. I looked questioning to Bootstrap who stood there smirking.
"Why are my things already here?" I asked.
"We like to give the new crewmen something's that will remind them of their past life, so we got your trunks filled with clothes and other things from your past." I nodded in understanding.
"Thank you." I said quietly.
"Don't thank me, thank Captain Will." Something clicked in my mind.
"Your last name is Turner, same as his, are you two related?" I asked looked Bootstrap up and down.
"He is my son." I nodded while walking over to my trunks, excited that I had them.
"Well thank you for helping me Bootstrap." He nodded and said.
"Don't worry about it Emily, if you need any help ask me." I nodded and watched as he was almost out the door before he turned around and said.
"I suggest for your safety that you should lock your door at night." I looked up at him confused.
"Why?" I asked as I stood up.
"You are the only woman on the crew, and the men might try something bad." I nodded in understanding and Bootstrap walked off. I stayed in my room for awhile looking through my trunks, and finally getting bored, I peeked my head out my door to see if anyone was in the hallway. Seeing no one I opened the door and stepped into the hallway, I shut the door and quietly walked through the hallway and up the stairs and onto the deck. Seeing no one on the deck as well I walked over to the railing and I looked at the ocean. I started thinking about what had happened after I died. Did my crew and survive, I don't remember seeing anyone from my ship here, but maybe there was and I didn't notice them. Have they figured out I died yet? Was The Dreamer or the Black Pearl alright? I frowned thinking about Jack Sparrow and his adventure that he had conned me into going.
"Stupid Jack Sparrow." I muttered under my breath.
"What do you have against Jack Sparrow?" I whirled around to see Will standing there looking at me curiously.
"How long have you been standing there?" I asked in an accusing voice.
"Only a minute and what do you have against Jack?" He asked again as he came to stand next to me, also looking over the ocean. I turned back to the ocean as well before answering.
"If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here." He quirked one of his eyebrows at me before asking.
"What do you mean?"
"If he hadn't persuaded me into going onto his stupid adventure, I wouldn't have gotten in that fight and I wouldn't have gotten killed, and I wouldn't be here." I said bitterly. We stayed quiet for a couple of minutes before Will asked.
"What is Jack looking for?" I looked at him questioning.
"Do you know Jack?" He nodded and replied.
"We go back along way, so what is he looking for?"
"Fountain of youth." I said nonchalantly.
"Still?" I laughed and nodded.
"Except now he has his old crew back along with the Pearl."
"And what of Barbossa?" I smirked before answering.
"They marooned him." He nodded and said.
"Let me guess the same island that he marooned Jack all those years ago." I nodded and said.
"On Pelegosto." I said as I tried not to laugh, Will chuckled a little.
"I guess that serves him right." I nodded.
"So can I ask you a question?" I asked while I sat up on the railing.
"You can, but I might not answer."
"Funny." I said sarcastically.
"Ok, I want to know how you became the Flying Dutchmen." I asked as he looked at me sharply. Thinking I had overstepped me boundaries I quickly said.
"You don't have to tell me, I was just wondering." He nodded and he continued looking at the ocean. We were like that for a couple of minutes before I finally said.
"I'm tired; I think I am just going to go to bed." He nodded and quietly said.
"Goodnight Emily."
"Goodnight Will." And as I was almost down the stairs I heard him yell my name. I walked back up them with a confused look on my face.
"Someday I will tell you." Huh? Finally I got what he meant and I smiled and nodded before continuing back down the stairs and down the hallway down to my room. I changed quickly into a nightgown and got on the left bed and I quickly fell asleep to the lull of the ocean.
(Please R and R! I do not own Pirates.)