Chapter 4
Thank you Libby(you're welcome!)
Right readers this chapter is more of an OOC chapter
jack is going to be showing his more affectionate
and loving side
We wake up in a cell. I look across to see Jack leaningagainst the back wall.
"Glad to see you're awake," he says.
"What the bloody hell happened?" I say as I go to standup.
Dizziness overcomes me and I wobble from side to side.
Jack gets up and steadies me.
"It would seem, love, that the blacksmith awoke to ourshooting and banging and whacked us over the head withhis rum bottle. Lousy swine, wasting that drop of rum," he mutters toward the end.
I chuckle and go sit next to him, placing my head on hisshoulder. Then I noticed it was dark out.
"What are we gonna do? We need to get out, find a shipand sail the seas to find our true ship," I mumble.
"I don't know love, but we will think of something."
He closes his eyes and rests his head on the wall, his hatover his eyes.
I stand up and go look at what our neighbouring piratesare doing. They are waving a godforsaken rotting bone inthe air, trying to attract a dog that has the keys to free us Jack notices my stare, follows my gaze to the pirates andchuckles darkly.
"You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to move," he says.
I chuckle and go stand by the window.
"Well, excuse me if we haven't resorted ourselves to thegallows just yet," he grunts and carries on.
Then we hear it: cannon fire. We all rush to the windows.
"I know those cannons!" Jack exclaims.
"It's the Pearl," I say darkly and squint to see it.
Once I do, I growl as I see Barbossa at the helm givingorders.
"Bastard," I murmur.
"Never a better word, love," Jack says back as he looks in my direction, giving me a small smile.
"The Black Pearl? I've heard stories...she's been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years -never leaves any survivors," one pirate says.
"No survivors...then where do the stories come from, Iwonder?" Jack says, looking out the window again.
I hear a scuffle as the dog cowers under the bench.
Then suddenly Jack grabs me and flings me to the floor,covering me with his body as a cannon ball comes flyingthrough our neighbours wall, leaving a small gap bigenough to get an arm through but not a head or a body.
"You have terrible luck, my friends," the last one says before chuckling and running off.
"Bugger," I mutter.
We sit in silence, watching what's happening in Port Royal. Jack grabs the bone and starts to whistle.
"Come on doggy. It's just me, you and Jaz over there," he begs whilst I sigh, thinking I can't believe you're tryingthis.
"Come on come on, that's a boy. Good boy! Come on,come and get the bone, that's a good boy. Come on, butcloser, bit closer."
I'm watching now as that dog is so close.
"That's it, that's it doggy! Come on you - filthy slimymangy cat!" he curses at the dog and I watch as it runs off.
Despite the situation I laugh at jack, and then laugh harder hearing him beg, "no no no, I didn't mean it! I didn't-"
But he's cut off by a gunshot and a solider falling down thestairs. Two pirates follow. I instantly recognise them as Twigg and Koehler.
"This ain't the armoury," Twigg says.
"Well, well, well. Twigg, look at this! Jack Sparrow and
Jasmine Pearl, it seems your fortunes haven't improved.
Oh, and the captain was bragging about you for weeks...apparently you're a good whore," he says, directing thelast bit at me.
I lunge toward the bars but Jack grabs me and pulls me to his side before I hurt myself.
"Worry about your own fortunes, men: the deepest circleof Hell is reserved for betrayers, mutineers and rapists,"
Jack says.
I chuckle at their faces before yelling in shock as Koehlergrabs Jack's neck through the bars, only for us all to seehis hand like a skeleton's where the moon hit it.
"You know nothing of Hell," he snaps, before taking hishand off Jack's neck and out of the bars.
"So there is a curseā¦that's interesting," Jack says whilstlooking at the bone in his hands as the two leave.
"That's very interesting," I say.
We sit back down in silence, with my head on Jack'sshoulder and his arm around my waist. We never had time for this comfort and affection - we don't want to show itout in public because it's a sign of weakness - but oncewe're alone we are as romantic as a pirate can get. We sitlike this until the sun rises and I break our embrace to look out of the window, expecting to see the Pearl in theharbour. But I don't.
"Jack, she's gone," I say.
"What?" he replies, getting up and coming over to look.
We hear a thump on the stairs and I quickly move acrossthe cell and sit down, leaning against the wall, my hat just covering my eyes. Jack sits on the bench with his feet up and his hat also covering his eyes. We look up as theperson's feet comes into view. As their feet stop in front of our cell, I look up and it's Norrington.
"Well, looks like we didn't lose all the pirates, then," hesays.
"If you would stop talking about us like we're objects that you can misplace," I say. He pretends not to hear.
"Why didn't they free you?" he asks.
"Don't ask us. Do we look like mind readers?" I snap.
"Very well. I just wondered. I would have thought youwould be allies," he says and walks back upstairs.
I sigh, looking at Jack as he stares at me. I know he seesno life in my eyes, since I know this afternoon we will behanged. He breaks eye contact and I look down to wherehe's looking at. The bone that he dropped last night. Hestands suddenly and I look at him. I'm shocked as hecomes over to me, picking up the bone as he does so.
"I'm getting us out of here Jazzy, I promise," he says as he lifts my chin, making my eyes meet his.
I smile as he calls me Jazzy, a name that he hasn't calledme since the rape, one saved for only the moments when I lose the determination in my eyes, when there's no life in them. I watch him as he moves away to the cell door,sticking the bone in the key hole as he begins to twist it. I chuckle softly once I realise what he's doing.
"You don't really think that will work, do you?" I ask.
"I will give anything a go, if only to get you out of this
Cell," he says and I don't reply, floored at what he's said.
This was one of the most affectionate thing he's ever said.
"Did I mention I love you?" I say softly.
He looks down at me and grabs my hands, pulling me tomy feet and drawing me into a long and slow kiss. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him closer, deepeningour kiss. He breaks first for air.
"You did once or twice," he says, smirking, before breaking all contact with me and going back to his bone.
I sit down and lean against the back wall with my earpressed to the stone, trying to listen to conversationoutside. That failing, I grab some stone that fell our waywhen the prisons were bombed and try to knock more walldown. My piece of stone shatters as I throw it at the wall, giving up. We hear more footsteps come down to theprison.
