A/N: I am... no word can describe how terribly sorry I am for not updating sooner. This story had been abandoned but I had this dream and well... it inspired me to right some more and see where this (not yet solved because quite frankly, I don't have a storyline, just some I ideas and then I sow ideas I get on the spot. You know what I mean...) adventure leads us to. -General POV-... -devilish smile- hee hee hee
Jack watched as his prisoner stirred in her sleep. Her ocean blue eyes fluttered open and she sat up slowly. She grunted, clutching her head where she had received the blow. She looked at him and he stood up from his barrel and trudged toward her.
She stood up and took in her surroundings, "Jack, why am I back in a cell? I thought-"
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow, to you, Isabelle..." He put a finger to his lips and made a thoughtful expression, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. That is not your real name." He gave her a look.
"What are you talking about?" She asked nervously.
"I found this, love," He set his bottle of rum down and pulled something out from his coat. She examined it. It was her diary. He opened it to the very back and pulled the paper that was glued to the leather back cover of it to reveal some writing. "Property of Isabelle Gallows. The date reads March 11th, 1863." He looked up at her, "This woman has been dead for a very, very long time and I suppose you are not a ghost, are you?" He asked his rhetorical question skeptically.
"I-"
"No, no, no. No excuses, no more lies, no more stories. Care to tell me the truth?" He grabbed his bottle again and took a sip.
She sighed, "No." She answered.
"I was only attempting to be polite, you have no choice. Why did you lie? What were your reasons?" He asked.
"I did not lie. What you read was in fact, written by me. When I found that, I tore the pages out and hid them in my room. Now, they are ashes floating in the sea." She said, trying to sound as truthful as she could.
"Why should I believe you?" He asked, eyes narrowed at her.
"You shouldn't. You know better than to trust a pirate." She laughed weakly.
"You are not a pirate. Gibbs is a pirate, my crew; they are pirates, I am a pirate. You, are not a pirate." He explained.
She tried to ignore him, "My name is..." She thought about it for a minute. Jack watched her closely, searching her eyes for signs of deception. "...Syren." She said.
"Syren..." He mumbled, tasting the name. It was sweet. "Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes." She gave a sharp nod. Jack looked into her eyes. There was something about them that made him lose all resoning and something else. She was still hiding everything from him. "I..." She started, "I do not know what I am doing here. I don't know what is going to happen. I don't know what will become of me and certainly don't know what you are thinking right now and... I want to." She said. Her voice was small. Jack smiled at her, knowing that she was scared.
He stroked her face gently with the back of his fingers, "Well, I don't know what I'll do with you. There are so many things I can do with you." He said, his features a little dark. "I can... make you walk the good old plank, that's always fun. I can leave you at this nice little island I know about with nothing but the honor of having met the great and handsome Captain Jack Sparrow. So, so many things." He sighed dreamily.
"That man... was he your father?" She asked suddenly.
"Hmm?" He looked at her, "I'm sorry, come again?"
"The man that struck me. He was your father, no?" She repeated more clearly.
"No," He said, and watched her confused expression, "he is my father." He said with a sly smile. She giggled and he smiled at her. There was a long silence between them, slightly awkward. Jack spoke up, "I am willing to make a deal with you." He announced.
"A deal?" She voiced, "A deal with Jac-"
"Captain!" He warned.
"Right, Captain Jack Sparrow. Hmm..." She took a walk around the cell, "Seems interesting, cutting a deal with the infamous pirate Captain Jack Sparrow. Just saying it makes my head spin." She said as if she was flustered.
"This is my only offer or it's off the plank for you, love. I don't normally cut deals, you know." He said as memories of his past flashed filled with many cons and deals and deception. He smiled to himself.
"Go on..."
"I'm willing to-"
Then, all of a sudden, there was an explosion of some sort. Within seconds, something smashed right through the eastern hull of the Black Pearl, speeding mere feet away from Jack before crashing into the wall.
"Who be firing at me bloody ship?" He yelled as he began to run toward the stairs.
"Jack!" Syren called out desperately.
Jack looked back and bit his lower lip. He carefully ran back and pulled his pistol out from his coat, "Captain!" He corrected just before shooting the lock on the gate and running back where he had been trying to escape.
Syren heard another cannon being shot. It made a hit once more but this time it seemed to be from above. She kicked the rusty gate and it broke off it's hinges. She ran out, following Jack as quickly as she could. She spotted him walking quickly across the deck yelling orders. She looked out to the sea, searching for the attacking ship. She bit her lip when she realized there where three ship. She couldn't recognize any of them, they appeared to be stolen.
She ran across the deck, avoiding all of the busy pirates and the debris that flew around as the canon balls landed on the ship. She stopped and searched for the captain. She spotted his hat and pushed her way through, not caring about the crew's glares and curses. She followed him up the steps to the forecastle deck. She reached his side, leaning on the rail to catch her breath but just as she made contact with the rail, he ran back in the other direction. Syren groaned and raced after him.
He stopped at the western side of the ship and climbed onto the rail, holding on to a rope attached to the
mainmast. He leaned over and opened his mouth to say something just as another cannon was shot. The cannonball was heading right toward him.
Syren felt sick to her stomach as the projectile seemed to come at them in slow motion to her, "Captain!" She shrieked as she grabbed his long coat and pulled him down to the ground, hugging him protectively. The cannon smashed the rail on the other side. She let go of him slowly, "Are you alright?" She asked nervously.
He nodded, "But me ships being blown apart!" He growled. He got to his feet and repositioned himself as previous. "Oi! Stop blowing holes into me bloody ship!" He screamed at them.
"Captain!" Came a man's voice.
He hopped down and turned to the voice, "Ah, Gibbs, it's nice to see you, mate." He smiled.
"Yes, Captain, it's nice to see you too- ah, Captain, what should we do?" He asked nervously.
"Ah yes," He said just before he started to yell orders across the ship. Immediately, everyone got to work. Loading the cannons, tying ropes, equipping guns, everything.
Syren watched out to the sea where the water began to swirl around. She didn't think it was a whirlpool as soon as the water began to part and something appeared from it. She took a step back, her eyes glued to the mysterious object. She turned her head but her eyes wouldn't move from it. That is, until she bumped into someone. She reached back and recognized the person as Jack since he was the only pirate here wearing a heavy coat.
"Captain..." She called out in a whisper, still hypnotized by what was happening before her. As she looked closely she finally realized what it was. Her eyes widened, "Captain!" She called out with more effort.
"What? I can't now, can't you see I'm busy?" He said, swatting her hand away.
"Captain, look!" She called out, taking his arm and turning him in the ships direction.
Jack grinned from ear to ear, "Welcome back, lad." He took his hate off and put it to his chest happily. At least now his ship wouldn't be blown to smithereens.
The Dutchman's Ship popped out from underneath the angry waters. It floated there in it's beauty and grace and in mere minutes, it was firing at the attacking pirate ships and the other ships that accompanied it. The Pearl and Dutchman made quick work of them and they were retreating back to where they came from. The Dutchman sailed side by side with the Pearl and a plank was drawn in between.
Syren watched in disbelief as a man hopped on it and crossed over to the Pearl. He lifted his head so his hat wasn't in the way and her heart fluttered at the man before her. She always thought the Dutchman's captain would be a little more... repulsive. This man is by far not repulsive if not the complete opposite of it, he was very handsome.
"Will, my boy, it's great to see you again!" Jack greeted eagerly as he embraced the man.
"It is great to see you too, Jack. All of you." He nodded toward Jack's crew politely. He spotted Syren and looked at her for a minute before turning his attention back at Jack, "What did you do this time?" He asked.
Jack shrugged, "I would very much like to know that meself. I can't say I know who those pirates were. I have done not one thing to have them blow holes into the Pearl!" He complained.
"I don't think they would come all the way out here for no good reason. There must be something-" Jack averted his eyes to something in the water and Will noticed. He jabbed Jack's shoulder with his knuckles.
"What?" Jack whined as he rubbed his shoulder.
"What did you do?" Will demanded.
"Well," Jack wandered off to the deck, "I might have taken something last week," He pulled on some ropes, pretending to inspect them, "I don't know where it's from, father said it was a gift, he wouldn't tell me anything else," He scraped something off the main mast, "or it may have been... someone..." He picked at his fingernail.
"Sparrow, spit it out for the love of God!" Will shouted, exasperated.
"Captain, you can't possibly mean..." Gibbs hinted toward his Captain.
"What?" He asked. Then his brain registered what his first mate said, "Oh, aye, I do mean that." He answered.
"What's that?" Will snapped.
"And I'm afraid, Gibbs, that they want it back." Jack continued, ignoring Will's questions.
"Why not just give it back?" Ragetti asked from the crowd.
"Because, my fellow pirate, I am Captain Jack Sparrow," Will scoffed. Jack sent him a glare, "and Captain Jack Sparrow takes what he can and gives nothing back." He said proudly. Everyone watched between Jack and Gibbs as they traded secret information. Syren and Will were dying to know what they were talking about. That is, until Syren caught on with his last sentence, "Besides, I don't think it will want to go back there. A pirates life is what-"
"I always wanted." She mumbled. Everyone's attention went to her. Will looked between her and Jack.
"A girl? You took a girl? Who is sh-" He turned to her instead, "Who are you? And why are they out to find you?" He asked, thinking about his beloved Elizabeth. He hoped she wasn't like her because that would bring a whole new problem.
"I am no one to them. They can't be out searching for me, they have no reason to and if they did, they would never look for me here like they did." She said, hiding her face from everyone.
Will narrowed his eyes. He took a few strides toward her and then he lifted her face by the chin despite her efforts to get away. He recognized that face immediately and glared into her eyes.
"What are you doing here?" He spat.
"You two know each other?" Jack asked. He snorted a laugh, "Small world."
She swatted his hand away. Jack narrowed his eyes at her sudden disrespect to him. Will grabbed her arm and moved her toward him angrily.
"State your business here!" He demanded. Jack was confused at this.
"Nothing! I just wanted to escape my home! I swear I'm not leading anyone here on purpose, I didn't think they would search for me, I swear!" She shouted, grunting at the force he used to grip her arm.
Will grimaced, "Lies. All lies." He pushed her away.
"What the bloody hell is going on here? Who is she?" Jack asked as he approached them. He sent a warning look at her, letting her know that if she had been lying again, she was walking the plank.
"Aye, I knew I recognized 'er face from somewhere. Cap'n, we be holding a Siren captive." Gibbs said cautiously, searching for his captain's reaction.
Jack's eyes widened and he bought his hand to his mouth to bite down on his knuckle, "A Siren?" He choked out.
All of a sudden, the crew started to yell and argue about something or other. Soon came the shoving and the pushing and the yelling.
Syren growled and turned, heading to the other side of the ship. The crew didn't pay her any attention, that she was grateful for. She reached the other side and climbed onto the rail. She grabbed onto a thick rope for her life as she looked down at the murderous waters that smacked against the ship's hull. She swallowed heavily as she considered jumping. She knew that she shouldn't return to the waters, the others would kill her.
She swayed as the ship rocked back and forth, up and down over the water. She felt dizzy as her nerves began to choke her. The murderous waters called out to her like a sweet lullaby.
She leaned in but her body wouldn't make the final move and jump in. She wanted to get off the ship now that her secret was out. She had lied to Jack and either way, he was going to push her off the plank making sure she drowned. Although, she couldn't drown.
She heard some commotion from behind her. When she looked back, she spotted Will running toward her. He was only a couple of feet away with Jack right on his heels. She looked back toward the water and a surge of adrenaline rushed through her body. She loved that feeling and she loved even more to embrace it. She lifted her leg and moved it out over the water. She let herself go and as soon as her body went forward, it was jerked back again. She fell back into the ship, something braking her fall. Before she could even open her eyes, she was flipped over and pinned to the ground. She opened her eyes and right in front of her was a pistol. She looked at the hand and continued to look up the arm that led to none other than Jack. She looked forward and saw Will. He had her pinned to the hard floor with a smile on his face. He looked back at Jack. He pulled the hammer on his pistol and tipped his hat at her with a charming smile.
Syren groaned and let her head fall onto the floor, "Am I going back into a cell?"
"Um..." She was lifted off the ground by someone, "No, I'm afraid that my cells are destroyed thanks to you." He hissed, "So I will have to improvise."
"That is your specialty." She heard Will say. She heard his voice from next to her so she opened her eyes. He was the one carrying her over his shoulder. She started to wiggle around in his hold. "Stop that!" He hissed as he struggled to keep his hold on her.
Jack walked up behind him and pointed his gun at her forehead. He didn't feel the need to say anything and she fell silent. She glared at him as she was escorted to another room to be locked in. She heard a door creak open and then it was suddenly darker. She was tossed on something rather soft. Softer than the floor at least. She sat up and noticed she was on a bed. She looked around.
"Do not touch anything. I will be right outside discussing things to this foolish boy," He pointed his gun at Will who pushed it away with his finger, "so if you so much as open that door, I will put a bullet in your head. So make everything easier for everyone and be a good girl." He gave her a smile and shut the door as he pulled his head out.
Syren laid back into the bed and groaned. She was stuck. She started to think over some things, trying to conjure up a plan to escape her situation, get on their good side and take her life off the barely existent thread it was hanging on. But instead, she just fell asleep.