I own Carla and James and my plot. I do not own anyone else! (although i wouldnt mind!) they are being used purely for storytelling.
Carla's room was at the back of the ship, and down a level from Jacks and Barbassa's joint plotting room. It was large and airy and decorated quite richly, however not quite to Carla's taste. She took down the deep red velvet curtains that hang over her bed, she took down the matching curtains at her window, she got rid of all the gold ornaments that littered the cabinates in the room ('But how can you not like that? Thats pure Aztec gold!' said a confused Jack as Carla chucked them from her room) but she kept the odd round chart up on the wall because she liked its quirky-ness and the drawings to her seemed familiar, but she could not quite discover why, and when she explained this to Jack he went into a long rambling conversation about a sea monster, her mother, a locker, and some upside down boat, sundown, and a cursed heart. Carla did not find much of this interesting so therefore looked overboard at the sharks that she was now accustomed to swimming alongside the ship in harmony, these she identified as tiger sharks. When Jack had finished his monologueing she told him that she just liked the shape and the oddness of the map and returned to decluttering her room.
As she was just making her bed up in some white linin that was miraculously clean that she had found downstairs, Carla heard a loud shout from out on deck.
Her room was level with the deck so she had a good advantage to know what was going on and when and this was no exception. She was used to shouts, occasionally they may come across another ship or similar and have to get men on deck to help change direction, but this shout was just that little bit different from the rest.
Carla opened her door a little bit in order to peep out to see what was going on. The sight that met the young girls eyes was unexpected. Men in impecable uniform were striding about the boat, their boat, looking like they owned the joint. She could see Barbossa and Jack fighting with two men each and many of the crew were also in combat. Swords were glinting in the sunlight, the unmistakeable noise they made when brought together filled the air like a poisonous gas, infesting her brain and her soul. That was the first time she realised what she really was. She was Carla Sparrow, a pirate.
Carla gasped as one of the crew members she had got to know over the past week at sea was killed before her, and was so suprised that nobody else on board as much as winced at the poor mans fate; that she didnt realise that the door had crept open and she was in sight of all the intruders.
'Sir, they have a girl on board!' yelled one of the smart servicemen in a perfect English accent
'Well what are you going to do then?' replied Lord Becket, who was just stood there overlooking the scene in his pompous mannor.
'I dont know sir, do i kill her?' asked the man before Jack speared him through with his sword
'No, you will not kill my daughter, and nor will you, or you or you!' said Jack, killing a man with each couple of words. Carla had retreated to the confinement of her room, sitting silently in the corner, her sword behind her back, consealed from sight. 'How can i be a pirate if i cant even cope when someone gets killed?' she voiced to herself. She didnt have much time to muse over her thoughts as her door was quietly slid open and an English serviceman entered, looking for the girl pirate that his colligue had spoke of.
'Daughter eh? Jack Sparrow has a daughter? And you think its safe to bring her onto your rundown plank of wood that you call a ship? What a good father you must be, how much does her mother pay insurance wise?
I'm sure it must be a little bit risky leaving her percious little girl with you! Tell you what Jack, if i offer you enough, would i be able to buy the poor dear off you, give her a good life, one of luxury and love and care'
Laughed Becket savagely.
'Don't you dare insult me or Carla like that you old pompous prince of nothing! You are mean and evil and you know what? I don't like you!' shouted Jack over the noise 'She is my daughter, her mother has complete trust in me and she would have a better quality and more luxurious life with me than what she will ever have with you!'
'You tell him Jack!' yelled Barbossa followed by a chorous from the rest of the crew.
Back inside Carla's cabin bedroom the man had entered and was now conducting a search of the room looking for the little girl he now knew to be Captain Jack Sparrow's daughter
'Come on out then poppet, its OK, im not here to hurt you, I couldnt do that to you.' Carla slunk back further into the corner in order to not be seen by the man. She was ready for him but she didnt do anything. She had to wait for the oppertune moment. 'Im just here to take you to Lord Becket, he is a very nice man and he will take care of you much better than Jack Sparrow, he is a nasty man, he is a pirate, such a pretty thing like you doesnt belong aboard a pirate ship with such scum as this lot.'
'Dont you dare insult my father.' Carla had heard enough, she was burning inside with hate for these men, they were just cutting down all her friends, her allies and then he had the nerve to come into her private quarters and try to take her away from her father. No Carla wasnt going to just sit there and let him get away with that. She stood up, her sword was now in sight and she was poised for action. She was still stood slightly in the shadows (her wardrobe gave great pretection) but the man could see that she had a weapon and being that she had pirate blood in her, he wasn't going to take any chances.
'Now young lady, it would be rude of you to point that thing at me wouldn't it?'
'No sir it wouldn't. It would howerver be rude of you to break and enter into a lady's private quarters and attempt to kidnap her. Don't you agree? And you have the cheek to tell me that i am being rude just protecting myself.'
'Now miss, you have obviously got the wrong end of the stick!'
'No Sir.' said Carla savagely walking bravely out of the shadows 'I have the right end of the stick. You however...' Shen summoned all the force her tiny arms had in them and plunged her sword deep into the man, gasping as she did so at the merciless act that she had commited. He fell to the floor writhing and screaming in pain, her sword still stuck out of his chest. She leaned down and tried to pull it free, but it was stuck in too deep. She resorted to the only thing that she could think of, she placed her foot on the mans body, screwed her face up in courage and twisted the sword free of his torso. As soon as it was out, he looked at her in a deeply shocked way and his head fell to the ground with a loud thunk on the wooden floor of the cabin.
'Sir, I told you that you had the wrong end of the stick!' Carla suprised herself at how calm she was and even laughed at her own joke. Out on deck she heard a terrorfied scream that chilled her blood and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She rushed to the door and looked out for a second time. The deck was bloodstained, and littered with bodies and bits of bodies. She walked out in a bit of a trance, brought back to reality only by Jack shouting something at her.
'Carla! What are you doing girl?! Get back inside now!'
'No Jack! I'm here to help, where do you want me?' Jack plunged his sword into the intruder who he was fighting with and ran through the mess to Carla, narrowly dodging a grenade, thrown by one of his own men.
'But you're just a girl! How could i ever let you do something like that? How would i live with myself if something happened to you?'
'Just a girl? Jack I'm a girl with a sword, I can fight like any man, I can fight better than James, would you let a boy fight for you? Carla pouted looking dead hurt by Jacks comment.
'Yes but...'
'But what?! I know im a girl, but just give me the benifit of the doubt will you! I'm a pirate! I'm the daughter of Captain Jack Sparrow, do you not think that I will be able to cope with stuff like this?'
'OK...' Jack submitted to defeat by his daughter. 'But if this gets nastier than it is now, you go back into your room, you understand me?'
'Ive got a dead man in my room, i would rather not go back in there.'
'Nice one Honey, yes you really have a dead man in your...' Jack strode over to her door, and looked in, then looked back disgusted 'Who killed him?' Carla looked down at her sword which still had the mans blood dripping off the end of it, then looked guiltily up at Jack.
'Well, I think you have proven yourself, do your best. And dont die!' Jack ran off and took over one of the men who Barbossa was battling with.
Carla ran into the chaos, Mr Cotton's parrot was going spare, one of the men was trying to shoot him, the parrot was flying around the Crows Nest shreaking 'Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me!' But the man carried on trying to aim at the constantly moving target. Carla grabbed a pistol from on the floor and aimed at the man. BANG! He was face down on the floor, blood oozing through his shirt from a small hole in the nape of his neck. She had killed him instantly. 'Good Carla! Good Carla!' Cried the parrot before swooping down to land lightly on her shoulder. 'Mr Cotton, Mr Cotton need help!' Carla squinted through the many people and saw the old man trying to warn off one of the other men.
She ran to him, the parrot swaying slightly on her shoulder but regaining a good grip with his claws. The man was yelling comments at the man who had no tongue, the parrot had been trained to talk for him.
Carla picked up a bit of rubble, took aim then yelled 'Oi! Thicko! Yeah, you! He can't talk you know, you won't get a response, but you might get one from where you're going!' She lobbed the rubbish hard at his head, it hit with a blood curdling crunch and he fell to the floor, dead to the world.
'He's all your's Mr Cotton Sir!' she shouted to the man who rammed the Englishman through with his sword, then bowed to Carla, 'Thank you Miss Carla!' said the parrot
At that moment Carla's glory of defeating the tormenting man came crashing down around her in one swift movement and in five simple words.
'Stop or I kill her.'
Lord Becket had his around her neck, and a pistol was to her head. He pulled her in close and held her tight against her body.
'Leave her be Becket, she is a girl, how could you harm a young girl?'
'Quite easily. She is a pirate!'
'What do you want from us Sir?' squeaked Carla through Becket's clutches 'What is your reason for this attack? You can't honestly want this ship, it is a pirate ship and you have a perfectly fine ship there. There must be another reason for your intrusion.'
Becket could be seen tightening his grip on the pistol, all the crew were on edge for Carla was one of them now, they all loved her like a daughter of their own. She was kind and sweet to them all and if anything happened to her they would never forgive themsevles. Jack felt this pressure the most.
'Carla darling just you stay nice and still now and I will sort this out with Lord Becket, I promise sweetheart.'
'Ooooh, Jack. Feeling the pressure now are we? Oh dear. Well I am mighty suprised that one person on this ship does have a brain. Maybe you should all take a lesson from young, Carla, Is it?
'Yes. It is.' Carla spat, the cold pistol still sat on her temple. Her pulse was up and she could feel it against the gun, boom, boom, boom, over and over again. If it all went wrong, Carla's pule might not be going like this for much longer and these may be her last heartbeats. No, she told herself. No, it was all going to be alright, Jack had promised her that. And she trusted him. After all, he was her father!
'You see, you lot of blithering idiots saw us aboard your beloved Pearl and jumped into combat. The youngest member of your crew had thoughts, and asked questions. I like you Carla, I like you a lot. You know what,
if you wearnt a pirate, i would suggest you meet my son!' he laughed a horrible, mean laugh, with his head held high and his mouth wide open in the air. Carla took the chance. She brought her arm up, grabbed the pistol, and directed it away from her head just in time and up into the sails as Becket pulled the trigger. As he did he lost his grip on it and Carla snatched it, pushed him over and jumped out of his grasping arms, this time it was her to be pointing the gun at someones head. Becket looked terrorfied of the little girl, his pure white wig had slipped, and was slightly bloodstained from a small cut on his cheek that he had got from his fall. Carla was stood over him, superior to him, the pistol now pointing at his heart.
'Blithering idiots are we? OK Becket, tell me why you are here, and cut to the chase will you, I want it clear and straight forward, and I want it now.' Becket turned pink in the cheeks and looked rather uncomfortable being talked to by a 9 year old like that.
'I do hope you understand that I didn't mean any offence by calling you all blithering idiots, you know, slip of the tongue, an expression as it were...'
'I told you Becket, I want you to cut to the chase, no trying to butter us up, because its not going to work. As you said, we are pirates and if you think that being so nice to us is going to work then your the only blithering idiot around here. Now tell me, why did you come aboard the Pearl? What do you want?'
'Now Carla...'
'Just listen to her and do what she says you idiot! Look who has the pistol! Answer her Lord Becket!' piped up one of the surviving intruders
'OK OK! I'll talk! The Charts, we need the charts and we know you have them!'
'Jack,' asked Carla turning around to her father, 'What does he mean by the Charts?'
'Who are you intending to rescue from the locker?' enquired Barbossa looking puzzled
'Davy Jones himself.' answered Becket leaving everyone in a stunned silence.
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