I just want to forwarn everyone that this frist part of the adventure is somewhat short because Brenna doesn't have a large roll in thsi movie...but the next parts they are so long I somewhat dread writing it because it will take a long time...but whatever because I LOVE WRITING DAMNIT.
I turned to my captor, getting a good look at him. He didn't say anything to me until I continued to stare at him.
"You know, if you keep starring at me like that, you're eyes are going to pop out of your head…Baroness Norrington." He said, continuing to stare off into the distance.
Not at all shocked that he knew my name, I was oblivious as to his. "And you are?"
"So, unlike your husband, you haven't heard of me?" He still starred off into the distance.
I stayed quiet. He turned to look at me and for the first time, I was actually impressed. This man had accomplished the look of a handsome, bad boy while still being able to be full of scurvy and pollution to where my husband brought air freshener. He looked me up and down too, but his eyes suddenly filled with lust.
"But, the rumors of your beauty don't do you justice." He left the wheel to swagger over to me.
He reached out a hand to touch my cheek, but I grabbed his wrist and twisted it. His eyebrows rose in amusement. "Neither have the rumors of your feisty behavior…"
I let go of him. "You still haven't told me your name."
"Jack Sparrow." A voice called from bellow. A young man bounded up the steps and came into view. I almost shot myself for who it was.
"Captain." The man gave the young man a hateful look, and then turned back to the wheel with excitement of controlling such a beautiful ship.
"Well if it isn't Mr. Will Turner." I said, noting my hair had completely fallen out.
"Baroness Norrington." He bowed to me.
I sighed and shook my head. "There's no point in saving face now. You've captured me and the least you can do is not tough me…either of you."
He nodded, blushing at my remark of touching. Disgusted with my captors I headed down the steps and into my husbands office, locking the doors. I began to rummage through drawers of his, hoping to find clothes. "There must be some clothes around here somewhere."
Nothing…James had no extra clothes. "Odd…" I whispered as I sat down in his chair.