Thanks to my lovely reviewers hands out cookies! Unfortunately, no one has been able to guess exactly who my female character is. For those of you who do, in fact, find out and are confused by it, let me explain. Well, try to explain without ruining my surprise…
Christine "Giry" is really from about a century later, but for my purposes I have hauled her back one hundred years. She is a ballet dancer, and the rose will hold a certain significance throughout the rest of the story. There are more "items" with her than those in the carpetbag. They will be revealed in the upcoming chapters, so hopefully you will guess who she is.
Good luck!!
-icy
Christine awoke to an annoying sensation on her shoulder. Upon opening her eyes, she found that the man from the night before was poking her.
"Wake up, missy." The man had on a strange assortment of garments: A loose-fitting white shirt and a collection of trinkets in his hair, along with a red scarf tied around his hair. He was still poking her.
"You may stop now, monsieur. I'm awake." Christine grumbled.
"Just making sure…Gibbs?!" He yelled. This angered Christine very much; where she was from, people did not wake you up rudely, then proceed to shout in your general vicinity whilst you were still somewhat sleepy. A short, portly man made his way down the steps. Gibbs, she assumed.
"Mister Gibbs, please assist our darling guest up the stairs and into the longboats, please." He grimaced at the word "darling". When he noticed that Christine was making no effort to get up from his bed, he exclaimed, "What're you waiting for, an engraved invitation? Get your lazy arse outta the bed, woman!"
Christine stepped out of the bed and wavered slightly.
"Who exactly are you?" She remembered the night before, when he practically refused to give her his rum, and gave him a short once-over. Tall, tanned, with his hair in dreadlocks, he certainly looked like a….
"Pirate! You're a pirate!" she exclaimed. He nodded grandly, with a grin creeping over his face. Christine was disgusted. How many times had she heard stories about the despicable men who called themselves pirates? How many times had she read about their distasteful deeds in….his library?
"Well, love, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," he said grandly, as if waiting for her to fall at his feet in recognition. Instead, he was greeted by a cool stare and a ladylike scoff.
"What, you've never heard of me?" Christine looked at him with disdain.
"No, Captain, I cannot say that I have." With that, she attempted to flounce out of the door, but fell abruptly, the pain in her thigh too much to bear. She landed at the feet of the captain, unconscious.
"Why do these things always happen to me, Gibbs?" Jack asked, as he picked Christine up off the floor. He began walking out of the cabin with her in his arms.
"I'm not sure, Cap'n" Gibbs answered, but Jack was already out of the door.
Christine's eyes fluttered open, only to see the wooden side of a longboat. A sense of déjà vu enveloped her. She moved her head a fraction of an inch to the left and saw a muddy boot, attached to a leg, which, hopefully, was attached to a person. She groaned. These past few days had been very tiring. Christine closed her eyes.
Jack hoisted the still-unconscious Christine over his shoulder as he climbed up the ladder to Tia Dalma's shack.
Upon opening the door, Jack made way to the nearest chair and deposited Christine in it. Tia Dalma looked at him suspiciously. He was breathing heavily.
"What you want me do with her?" Jack rolled his eyes and gestured at Christine.
"Something…I don't know. See if you can't figure out what's wrong with her." Tia Dalma stood up from her table and motioned at Jack.
"Pick her up and follow me"
Jack groaned inwardly and picked the girl up again. In his mind, he was cursing his luck over and over again. Tia Dalma led him into a back room, which he recognized as hers. "Put her on the bed." Jack did so and looked for a place to sit down. He spotted a low chair in one corner of the dark room.
Tia Dalma bustled around the room, looking for something. After a few moments of searching, she walked back to Christine with a little glass bottle in her hand, filled with red liquid. She gently poured its contents into Christine's mouth.
"Be warned, there's no guarantee what this does…" Tia Dalma cautioned. Suddenly, they were whisked off into darkness.
Flashback
-"You try my patience; make your choice!" A man was standing in a lake; one side of his face ravaged and disfigured, looking at Christine, who was clad in a wedding dress. There was another man behind them, tied to a portcullis.-
Jack watched with interest, but the strange whooshing sensation returned, and he was brought to another scene.
-Christine was lying at the foot of a mausoleum, crying softly. She was half-covered in snow. A gentle voice sang out…
"Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance."
Christine looked up, revealing her tear-stained face.-
Jack was pushed along once again.
-"No, Raoul, please stop, it hurts Raoul, it hurts!" Christine was in bed, her arms pinned up above her. There was a man moving over her. She was crying-.
The scenes were coming faster now; the sound was becoming distorted.
Jack saw Christine shoved into a carriage, Christine being led to a ship, Christine being beaten, and finally, Christine falling to the ground, blood pooling around her.
There! Hope ya'll liked it. I'll try to update every day, but no guarantees…
Can anyone guess who she is now?