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Chapter Two: A Jail Cell for Two.
My mouth agape I looked around at the four staring at me. Elizabeth was just confused all together considering what she had just been through. Jack looked down at Elizabeth, and his eyes wandered down to her chest to rest on the medallion. He reached down for it wiping it with his thumb and then he looked back at her face.
"Now where did you get that?" Jack asked, Elizabeth's mouth opened and closed a couple times, but she wouldn't have a chance to answer because the heavy boot fall was getting closer.
"On your feet." I heard the Commodores husky voice say as he used his sword for emphasis. Jack stood eyeing the sword cautiously.
I was still too shocked by the fact that no one remembered me that I just stood there and watched the scene unfold in front of me. The Governor pushed past me to get to his daughter. Removing his coat he slung it across her shoulders.
"Are you alright?" he questioned slinging a protective arm around her.
"Yes, yes I'm fine." she choked out. I backed my way up into a wall and began shaking. Everything was happening like in the movie, and I was just in the way. Everything that I had been through, forgotten in the minds of everyone.
"What on earth…" The Governor began catching sight of the skinny dopey red coat clutching his daughters new corset. Realizing the Governor was addressing him he promptly dropped the corset and pointed to Jack.
"Shoot him!" the Governor exclaimed gripping his daughter. She immediately shot her eyes up to her father and gasped.
"Father!" she exclaimed then proceeded to address the Commodore next. "Commodore do you really intend to kill my rescuer." she asked with pleading eyes. Norrington gave her a thoughtful glance then turned to Jack.
"I believe thanks are in order." he said extending his hand. I could feel the queasiness building up in me. I could barely watch as Jack shook his hand only so that Norrington could push back Jack's shirt to reveal his Pirate Brand.
"Had a brush in with the East India Trading Company did we, Pirate?" Norrington said. Jack put on a face that only made him seem all the more guilty.
"Hang him!" Governor Swann said in his high pitched girly 'look out there is a spider' type of voice.
I let out a squeak in protest, which in turn got everyone looking at me.
"You there! Who are you and why are you dressed in my men's uniform?" Norrington asked. It was just then a scantly clad man decided to come running up to us pointing an accusing finger at me. Wide eyed I looked down at my clothing and then back up, then down again. Today just wasn't my day.
"It's that she devil sir." Nudie squealed in outrage, "That she devil knocked me out and stole my uniform." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Tattle-tale." I said crossing my arms and sticking my tongue out at him. At this point everyone was looking at me.
"I do believe she's mad." Mullroy said giving me a quizzical look.
"No, just eccentric. There is a fine line." I retaliated.
"Gillette!" Norrington commanded, "Go and fetch a pair of irons, keep your guns on them men!" I looked shocked.
"Me? Why? What did I do?" I whined in protest.
"Harassing an officer, and impersonating an officer of the crown. That's treason." Norrington explained. I nodded my head in understanding.
"Well, ok then." I said holding my arms out to receive the uncomfortable irons.
"Well, well," Norrington sneered, revealing Jack's tattoo of a Sparrow flying over a setting sun, "Jack Sparrow, is it?" He spat throwing Jack's arm back at him.
"Captain Jack Sparrow…if ye please." Jack corrected.
"Really?" Norrington chuckled, "Well I don't see your ship…Captain."
Jack gave him a little sad smirk and confessed, "I'm in the market…as it were."
"He said he'd come to commandeer one." Skinny red coat guy piped up. All the while I was hanging about waiting for the irons I was examining Jack. I couldn't believe it. Jack forgot who I was. This was not going to be fun for me.
"Told you he was telling the truth!" The chubby red coat announced proudly. Stepping forward he delivered Jack's things to the Commodore, "These are his, sir."
"I have a question. What if, I let you ravish me and you let Jack go?" I offered to Norrington who turned a shade red and gave a sideway glance at me. I noticed Jack ogling me and smirking.
"Why is he of such importance to you?" the Commodore questioned, half thinking over my offer.
"Because, he's my erm…second cousin twice removed. Wonderful singing voice, Eunuch." I said winking at him. At this Jack spoke up.
"Now now! I be havin' all me man parts. Don't go listening to this strumpet!" Jack protested.
"Strumpet! That's not what you were singing last night!" I spat back at him. Norrington was looking more and more amused at our banter, but turned his attention to the things held in front of him.
"One pistol with no additional shot nor gun powder, a compass that doesn't point north," Norrington said with a smirk and a quirked eyebrow, he pulled Jack's sword out a bit and examined it. "And I half expected it to be made of wood. You are, without a doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of." Norrington finished.
"And you smell like feet!" I retaliated for Jack who didn't seem to appreciative.
"Aye, but ye have heard of me." Jack said smiling showing off his golden teeth.
After that line I knew what was coming and I stood expectantly waiting for the shackles to be clamped on me. But it seemed like Elizabeth had other plans as she stormed across the dock throwing her fathers jacket on the wood below.
"Commodore I really must protest!" she exclaimed.
"Yea, I really must protest also, these are not as comfortable as I thought they would be." I said rubbing my wrists. "Don't us prisoners have rights?" I whined. Everyone just kind of looked at me before disregarding what I had said.
Elizabeth found her way in front of Jack and shot daggers at the Commodore.
"Pirate or not, this man saved my life!" she spat at him coldly. I was half expecting her to throw herself on the ground and begin a full blown out hissy fit right there on the deck.
"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man for a lifetime of wickedness." Norrington shot right back at her.
"Excuse me, what did you just say?" I asked the Commodore.
"I said one good deed…" just then he realized what I was doing and stopped talking and glared at me.
"Though it seems enough to condemn him." Jack pointed out.
"Indeed." The Commodore replied coldly.
As Jack and I were being clapped in irons we exchanged a glance. And what I saw in his eyes was nothing of remembrance. Only the normal spark that lingered there that gave way to a little bit of his soul. I smiled at him hoping the small gesture would make him remember me. But nothing, I sighed as they finished with our handcuffs and backed away.
"Finally." Jack exclaimed throwing the heavy iron chain around Elizabeth's neck. She squealed, and everyone pointed their guns at him. It was an interesting effect. So all the attention was off of me and I could have easily ran away but decided to stay and watch the show.
I knew William would remember me and when he came to get Jack out he would release me too. Plus I didn't feel like watching Jack get hit on the head with a bottle, that's just depressing.
"No! Don't shoot!" Governor Swann screeched. I winced in pain as my poor ear drums burst.
"I knew you'd warm up to me." Jack said putting his face close to hers which sent a pang of jealousy through my spine. I glared at them both while watching them act out there little scene.
"Commodore, my effects please…oh and me hat!" Jack said pointing at it. Norrington began to chuckle. Which got at odd look from Jack, Elizabeth, Governor Swann and I.
"Jack, we have your bonny lass." Norrington said walking over to me and yanking on my chains. He pulled out a pistol and aimed it at my head. Cocking it back he smirked at Jack.
"Bonny lass?" Jack questioned, "She's not me bonny lass, go ahead and shoot her! She means nothing to me." Jack said tightening the chains on Elizabeth's neck. My jaw dropped.
"Jack!" I screamed pleading with my eyes, "Jack don't you remember me? I was shot for you! I was stabbed for you! I saved your life!" I screeched.
"Sorry luv, if I don't remember it, it didn't happen." My eyes welled up with tears.
"Go ahead Norrington, shoot me, he doesn't care." I said solemnly. Norrington un-cocked the pistol and lowered it. Thrusting me to a few of his red coats.
"Take her to the jail." he ordered. I looked at him surprised, but followed the soldiers none the less. In the distance I could hear Jack. Then a loud click, and gun fire as I was lead away to my cell.
A few minutes later we arrived at the jail and I was greeted by a scruffy looking dog with the keys hanging from his mouth. He whimpered and jumped up on me expecting a pat. I smirked at him and scratched him behind the ears before I was jerked to an empty cell. Taking the irons off they thrust me into the cell.
"Ouch, easy there. I'm a delicate flower." I complained rubbing my sore arm.
"Sorry miss." one of the guards said closing the door and locking it. I sighed as the scruffy dog came and sat in front of my cell.
"Hey boy, looks like we're roomies." I said reaching a hand out and patting him on the head. That's when the cat calls from the other cell next to me began.
"Wha's a lil' girl like you doing in that big ol' cell by your lonesome?" One of the skinnier men cooed to me. I looked over at him and smiled innocently.
"Aw, well this lil' girl took out a man twice her size and stole his uniform." I said pointing to my wardrobe. Then I scooted over next to the bars that separated my cell from theirs. "What's a grimy sod like you doing in there with a bunch of other grimy sods?" I asked in return.
"You'll be watchin' your tongue." he warned me. I chuckled.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked a bit cocky.
"Or we'll cut it out." one of the fatter ones said to me. I giggled, and motioned for him to come closer to me. Once he got closer I leaned over and put on my fox face.
"I guess I should start playing nice." I said in my sexiest of voices. This got the guy to put on a big grin and lean in closer as the other cell mates ooed and aahed. One of the officers laughed over to our left but I didn't pay attention. I reached through the bars quickly and grabbed his shirt and yanked his head into the bars a few times, breaking his nose and cutting up his face.
"Now does anyone else feel like threatening me today?" I asked to the other men who all stared at their fallen comrade in shock. All of them shook their heads and backed away from my cell. The officer was still laughing until I shot him a look, which then he promptly stopped.
"Now where were we Samson." I said addressing the dog, who'd I named Samson. I reached through the bars and began petting him once more as the keys jingled in his mouth.
About an hour and a half later I heard new foot steps of some men trouncing down the stairs. I sat up straight cracking my back expectant for my new celly. It was indeed an unconscious Jack. He was getting the royal treatment and was being thrown carelessly into my cell. I watched as he fell to the ground with an oomph. I wasn't actually that concerned for him considering he didn't remember me and all.
"Ugh, I feel like I've been hit with a bottle in me head." he groaned as I sat there watching him.
"It's because you were." I said smirking at him.
"Oh, well ok then." he replied sitting up and staring me up and down.
"I can't believe I missed the eunuch joke for the second time." I complained. He looked at me quizzically.
"How do ye be knowing about that?" he questioned. I rolled my eyes at him, feeling a twang of nostalgia for the days when he actually remembered me.
"I just do." I replied crossing my arms.
"What's yer name lass?" Jack questioned, which sent another pang of sadness through me.
"Alissa, but you'll just call me lass." I replied. He quirked an eyebrow at me.
"Besides the obvious, that we are being sent to the gallows in the morning, I don't see why you are so sad. You sure gave it to Norrington out there." Jack said staring at me.
I couldn't help what happened next. The urge to have him hold me was over whelming, and the fact that he wouldn't was crushing. The tears began to well in my eyes and I pulled my knees up to my chin and began to sob into my arms. This got the attention of the officer and Jack.
"Miss, miss are you alright? Do you want me to move him into the next cell?" he asked. I shook my head 'no' and gave the red coat a sweet smile.
"No, no it's fine. It's just such a sad fate." I said trying to hide the real reason I was crying. The Officer pulled out a handkerchief from his coat and handed it to me through the bars, I lightly dabbed my cheeks with it and returned it thanking him.
"Lass, you've been actin' all funny since I met you on the docks. Saying I should remember who ye be. But honestly, how should I know ye?" Jack questioned. I turned to him and gave him a stern look.
"Oh, no worries Jack, I'm probably just some strumpet from Tortuga you spent the night with and then drank too much rum and forgot who I was." I said coldly beginning to be angered by him. But why? It wasn't his fault he didn't remember me, was it?
"Tha' explains it." Jack said nodding his head. I sighed in exasperation with the conversation and turned my attention back to the Officer. It was going to be a long night.
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