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Katherine sighed as she stared herself in the mirror. She's been at the convent for about a month and almost every day, her father would go to her and ask for her to return, offering new courtships with the lieutenants, but each time she would refuse, making him go home upset each time. Time and time again, she had proved to Father Francis that she is committed to the church and she will be considered a great nun. She scrubbed floors, learned how to cook, and recited all her prayers. She hoped and prayed that they'll accept her and then finally she would get rid of her thoughts on James.
Her thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on her door. When she opened the door, she found the head nun, Madame Claire, looking troubled. "Madame Claire, good morning," she greeted. "May I ask what's wrong?"
"Katherine, this letter came for you," she said.
Katherine slowly grabbed the letter from her hands and opened it. She read it quickly, clutching it in her hands, almost ripping it. "Father's ill?"
"Yes, I'm sorry that I read it before, but it's part of our policy," said Claire, putting her hand on Katherine's shoulder.
Katherine nodded. "C-Can I go see him? He wants me to see him," she asked.
Claire smiled. "You know it's not policy, but I can make an exception."
Katherine meekly smiled back and kissed Madame Claire's hands. "Thank you, Madame."
Katherine stared back at the carriage that brought her back home. She honestly never thought of seeing this house ever again. She hesitantly knocked on the front door and waited for someone to answer. She heard the shouts and talk of Port Royal's citizens as she heard before she left. Children were playing outside, the owner of the bread stand trying to get more customers, and the militia marching throughout the town. She smiled when she saw Abigail open the door.
"Katie!" she said, hugging her tightly.
"Uh, Abby, I c-can't breathe," she stuttered.
Abigail pulled away, blushing. "I'm sorry, Katie, but just so happy to see you. Oh! Look at you in these… rags," she said. "Are you finally out of the convent?"
Katherine's brow furrowed. "Out of the convent? What are you talking about? I came here because I received a letter saying that my father was ill."
"Governor Swann ill? Please, Katie, he's as strong as a fox," she said.
Katherine scowled. "Where is he?" she asked.
"In his study," she said, quietly.
Katherine sighed and stomped into his study. She found her father looking over some of his letters. "Father, you don't look sick to me," she said, placing a hand on her waist.
Weatherby sighed. "Please, Katherine, I need you back home. I can't picture you in a convent for the rest of your life. Look at your hands! No, my daughter, you're too young to be a nun. Too pretty to dress like this."
"Father, please, we already went over this," she said. "And i-it's wrong that you had to fake an illness for me to come back. I love being at the convent," she said, not being able to look at Weatherby.
"Look at me in the eyes and tell me that this is what you want," he demanded, lifting her chin. Katherine's eyes fluttered trying to look at him, but not a word came out of her mouth. Weatherby smiled. "Get yourself cleaned up. Lunch should be ready soon."
Katherine rolled her eyes and walked out of the study.
Katherine played with her hair as she lay on her bed. Elizabeth told her if she could help straightening up her dresses. She knew it was just to upset her more than she already was. She always wanted to be the superior one. She wanted to have better dresses or jewelry. Katherine, too, wanted those things, but it seemed that Elizabeth rubbed them in her face. She even had the audacity to ask her what dress she should were to visit James tonight, breaking her heart furthermore. Katherine decided not to go, especially seeing both of them together. It would be humiliating. Katherine sighed and walked to Elizabeth's room. What else was there for her to do?
Katherine groaned seeing the dresses on the floor and on her bed. She started to pick some of them up and placed them in Elizabeth's closet. There was a sudden wind coming from the open window and it blew the candles out. She groaned and tried to look for a match to light the candles again. She found it and lit the candle.
"Elizabeth?" asked a deep voice, grabbing her waist.
Katherine shrieked and pulled away from the man. The man looked at her curiously as Katherine clutched her chest in fright. She had never seen such a strangely dressed man before. "W-Who are you? What are you doing here?" she stammered.
The man smirked. "Don't get too afraid. You're not looking at the devil."
Katherine gave him a glare. "I-I'm not afraid," she lied. "What do you want?" she asked.
"Nothing from you, my lady. Where's Elizabeth?" he said, with a hint of anger.
Katherine is surprised. "My sister? Why should I tell you anything? It's better if you just leave."
"Is she not home? Did she go out with her father?" he asked. "Or another man," he growled.
Katherine gulped. "Why do you care? What do you want with her?" she demanded.
The man laughed. "I didn't know the nuns were so angry. Plus I've never seen one so pretty before," he said in a low seductive voice that made Katherine shiver.
"I'll call for help," she said, trying not to get intimidated by his cruel jokes.
"There's one one maid in this house and the butler is too old to fight with a pirate. The guards won't get here in time," he said, getting closer to her, teasing her. Katherine's eyes widen and kicked herself mentally. She should have realized that this man was a pirate. Katherine flinched when the man approached her, trying to grab her. "Is that why you became a nun? Because you can't stand a man touching you?" he asked.
"Leave," she said. His words had hurt her.
"Alright, I'm leaving," he said, lifting his hands. Katherine noticed that they were dirty probably due to gun powder. "Tell your sister that I'm looking for her. Oh! Goodnight and God protect you, Saint Katherine," he said, bowing and leaving Katherine in shock.
"How does he know my name?" she whispered. More importantly, how does he know Elizabeth, she thought. Katherine opened the door and ran towards the stairs. "Abby!" she yelled.
Abigail ran to the foot of the stairs and looked up at Katherine. "What's wrong, Katie?" she said, wiping her wet hands on her dress.
"T-There was a man in Eliza… I mean in the gardens," she struggled to say.
Abigail gasped. "A man?! Could it be a burglar?"
"No a pirate. He was a bit taller than me, had dreadlocks, wore a red bandana…"
Abigail covered her mouth in surprise. "Could it be Jack Sparrow?"
Katherine frowned. "That was Jack Sparrow? The pirate that James has been trying to capture?"
"Yes! Who else could it be?" she said.
Katherine placed a hand on her forehead. She felt herself getting into deep trouble and it was always because of Elizabeth. "D-Don't say anything to father, Abby. We shouldn't worry him with this foolishness."
"Who is he, Elizabeth?" demanded Katherine. She has been avoiding her all day and she finally found the chance to talk to her.
"Who is who, my dear sister?" she asked brushing her hair. Katherine growled and snatched the brush from her hands slamming it to the furniture. "Awful mood, Katie. Aren't the nuns teaching you any better?"
"Who is Jack Sparrow?" she demanded.
Elizabeth's smiled disappeared. "Well, isn't he that pirate that James is after?"
"Well wouldn't you know it. He came to your room last night and asked for you. Who knows how many time that has happened," she glared. "Plus he knows my name."
"How dare you…?"
"How dare I?! How dare you?! You're going to marry James and yet you still throw yourself after a pirate who could be a danger to all of us. Do you know what would happen if anyone finds out about this? You'll ruin James' name forever!"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut it, Katie! I'm sick and tired of your nagging. I don't know how he knows me. Maybe he saw me on the streets and instantly fell for my looks," she said, smirking. Katherine looked at her in disgust and left the room, slamming the door behind her.
Katherine sat the rocky cliff near the beach she would visit. Her eyes were red and puffy. She had always felt over shadowed by Elizabeth's beauty, but her sister had no right to rub it in her face. Why do you do this to me, God? Why do you not love me? I have suffered so much for the affection that James does not return. I can't stand this humiliation any longer. Katherine got up and dried her tears.
"Hello, Saint Katherine," said someone behind her. Katherine gasped and almost fell, but a steady arm held her. "I wouldn't want to see you die, huh, Saint Katherine."
Katherine scoffed and yanked her arm from his clutches. "You, sir, are a wrench."
"You know, it's a sin to have so much anger," he said, smirking. "Instead of being angry you should be grateful."
"I have nothing to be grateful of. I loathe you, Mr. Sparrow," she said.
"Captain Jack Sparrow to you, missy, but if you're really nice I might consider you calling me Jack," he said, reaching to touch her face. Katherine scowled and slapped his hand away. "Do you loathe me because I'm a pirate?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Is it because we are disgusting creatures that rape, kill and steal? Not once, Saint Katherine, not once, have I raped a woman or murdered a person for no reason whatsoever. So you better watch what you say and get your sources right before you judge someone," he said lowering his voice. Katherine's anger was replaced with an uncertain understanding. His chocolate orbs were hypnotizing her, the look he was giving her, she has never received that from another man. Jack noticed her dazed look as he continued to stare at her. "Are you getting fond of me, Saint Katherine?" he asked.
That snapped Katherine back to reality. Katherine glared at him and went to move, but he blocked her path. "Let me through, sir."
"No," said Jack, smiling her.
"Don't you dare..."
"Take advantage of you?" Jack finished for her. He laughed, making Katherine uneasy. "Don't worry, Saint Katherine. I wouldn't dream so taking advantage of you," he said. Katherine felt strangely hurt by his words. Of course, he has already compared the Swann sisters. Jack suddenly felt bad seeing the look on Katherine's face. He didn't mean to hurt her. He honestly thought more of her. She was nothing like the tramp of her sister. No, this one seemed sweet and generous once you got her on her good side. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. However, I still don't understand why someone so pretty as you will think about becoming a nun."
Katherine was speechless and turned red. Jack smiled and stepped out of her way. She grabbed the helm of her skirt and walked quickly away from the notorious pirate.
"Beautiful woman," he thought out loud. "Nothing like that whore," he growled. "I will have my revenge, Elizabeth. No one messes with Captain Jack Sparrow, especially with his heart. No one!"
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