CHAPTER 8

The grin. The panic. My mind telling me to move, move away from him so he can't do it again. Move-go! He's coming closer. MOVE, Jasmine, MOVE. My mind is telling me get away from the hands that could grab me any time, and the grin, as he looks from me to Jack.

FLASHBACK

He held me down and pressed his body against mine before he raped me. And when he did rape me, Jack and I yelling at him to stop, he just laughed as he held my

wrists above my head so I couldn't beat them down on him. Then he caught my eye as I yelled for him to stop , and he grinned a grin that I would never forget-the grin that sent shudders down my spine.

FLASHBACK

No. I shake my head to snap from the thoughts. I can't remember. I don't want to. Focus, Jasmine, focus.

"How in the blazes did you get off that island?" Barbossa asks.

"When you marooned us on that godforsaken spit of land, you forgot one very important thing, mate: we're captains Jack Sparrow and Jasmine Pearl," Jack answers, obviously aware of my inner struggle to gain my emotions.

Barbossa comes forward and my struggle begins again. Don't come near me, don't come near me. He comes further forward and I step back. Jack's hand finds my wrist in a second and he pulls me next to him and I look at Barbossa, who is smirking to himself while looking at Jack's hand attached to my wrist. His face becomes set, and anyone who wasn't looking at him would have missed it.

"Well, look at the two lovebirds. Jack, I hate to break the two of you up but sometimes it's just not meant to be...Gents, you all remember Jack Sparrow and Jasmine Pearl. Shoot him and bring Jasmine with us. I need some entertainment," Barbossa says.

I freeze when he says to shoot Jack and you can tell he doesn't hate to break us up. He's more than happy to.

I'm grabbed by two crewmates and pulled away from Jack's grip as the others surround him. I struggle a little as they pull me further away and toward Barbossa. Once I'm next to him ,he grabs my wrist in the same place Jack had his hand and I find myself holding back a shudder of disgust as his nails dig into my flesh. I stay struggling against Barbossa's and the two crewmates' grips. Barbossa turns and I am forced to do the same.

"Jack," I breath, almost silent, looking at him, and Barbossa smirks happily at me.

"The girl's blood didn't work, did it?" Jack yells out.

"Hold your fire!" Barbossa yells and his crew reluctantly lower their weapons.

"You know whose blood we need?" Barbossa says.

"We know whose blood you need," I smirk.

"Well, if you both know, then," Barbossa starts before finishing with his pistol facing Jack, "now Jasmine, tell me whose blood I need or I shoot."

"If you shoot me, there's no way Jaz will tell you anything, no matter what you do to her," Jack says, and Barbossa reluctantly lowers his pistol and, keeping a firm grip on my wrist ,drags us toward the longboat with Jack following close behind.


"So you expect to leave me standing on some beach with nothing but a name and your word it's the one I need, and watch you sail away in my ship?" Barbossa asks us as we sit in the cabin discussing our parley.

"No. I expect to leave you standing on some beach with absolutely no name at all, watching me sail away on my ship and then I'll have Jasmine shout the name back to you. Savvy?" Jack comments.

"But that still leaves us with the problem of me standing on some beach with naught but a name and your word it's the one I need," Barbossa argues.

I am sat next to jack now that I'm out of Barbossa's grip, though the nail marks are still around my wrist.

"Of the three of us, Jasmine and I are the only ones who haven't committed mutiny, therefore…our word is the one we'll be trusting. Although…I suppose we should be thanking you because, in fact, if you hadn't betrayed us and left us to die, we would have an equal share in that curse, same as you. Funny ol' world, innit?" Jack smartly points out whilst eating an apple.

The door to be cabin opens suddenly and the bo'sun enters.

"Captain, we're coming up on the Interceptor," he comments before leaving.

We all stand and Barbossa's creepy little monkey runs out of the open door. Once on deck, Barbossa goes topside. I have no choice but to follow, since Jack is now climbing down from the ship's side. Following him up, I watch as Jack stands in front of Barbossa's view of the Interceptor.

"I'm having a thought here, Barbossa. What say we run up a flag of truce? I scurry over to the Interceptor, and I negotiate the return of your medallion, eh? What say you to that?" Jack asks.

"Now you see, Jack , that's exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl . People are easy to search when they're dead. Lock 'em in the brig," Barbossa says to us and then to the bo'sun, who had come up behind me.

We walk down to the brig and I realise this is the first time I have been locked in the brig of my own ship, and it feels very, very wrong. We splash down the steps.

"Apparently there's a leak," Jack comments as the cell door in the brig slams shut.

I sit on the cell bench as Jack is looking through a small hole in the side of the ship, when we are both suddenly lurched to the side. Both me and Jack grab the cell's bars to keep ourselves as steady as possible, before he goes back over to the hole and looks through. Suddenly I hear people yell, "FIRE!" and then Jack jumps atop of me and pushes me down. When he rolls of me I understand why-there is a giant hole in the side of my ship.

"Stop blowing holes in our ship!" Jack and I yell.

Jack looks down, whilst I look up and notice the lock on the brig is no more. The cannonball hit the lock. I tap Jack on the shoulder. He's looking at Gibbs' flask, only to find its empty, and I point to the door. He nods and we run back onto the deck.

Barbossa is giving out orders. Jack takes a rope from a pirate, and, after thanking them, swings across. I grab his shirt just in time and go across with him. We miss our landing first time, before knocking a pirate off of Gibbs as we land properly. I hand his flask over, since Jack has seen Miss Swann and moved over to help her. I watch as she knocks someone overboard and make my way toward them

"Wretch!" she snaps, lifting a hand to strike Jack.

My fingers curl around her wrist and notice her bandage. She couldn't have done that herself, and none of the crew would help the spoilt girl.

"Argh, but where is dear William?" Jack asks.

She pulls her wrist from my hand and runs toward the fallen mast yelling,"Will!" as he yells,"Elizabeth!"

Jack shouts, "monkey!" and moves after the monkey. I don't realise he had disappeared 'till I see him passing the helm.

"Jack!" I shout.

I follow him along the broken mast and we both stop as we see Barbossa's boots.

"Why, thank you Jack," Barbossa says.

"You're welcome," Jack answers.

"Not you! We named the monkey Jack," he replies.

"You bastard!" I spit.

As we are forced to pass him, he grabs my hair and I cry out in pain. Jack turns to me and Barbossa, apparently pleased with my cry of pain, lets go and I follow Jack again.