Chapter Five
I am so very sorry for the long wait. If you haven't been on my profile, my memory stick snapped through an unfortunate and rather ridiculous accident so I lost "He's Jack" completely along with several other things. But it's ok now.
Disclaimer – I DON'T OWN PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN! I do own Belle and Jacqueline though and YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM!
Somehow, Jack never ceased to amaze me. When the Royal Navy rescued us (and Elizabeth), he had been allowed to give the bearings to Isla de Muerta (after Elizabeth had agreed to marry the obnoxious Commodore) and we were both allowed to wonder free on the ship. Then, we were allowed to accompany the little boats on Will's rescue mission. I watched in wonder and Jack smooth talked the Commodore into allowing the pair of us to negotiate with Barbossa – which was going to be more difficult than negotiating with the Commodore – and I found myself skirting through the caves. Jack held my hand tightly, squeezing it occasionally then looking over his shoulder before continuing to move through the rocky maze we found ourselves in. Barbossa's commanding and arrogant voice echoed against the walls and I rolled my eyes as we came to the back of the gathered pirate crowd. The men absolutely reeked, which was strange given their un-dead status and they were all disgusting to look at. I didn't understand how Jack could go around looking so marvellously handsome and other pirates just looked grimy and rotten. My eyes flew around the large cavern as Jack cleared a path through the gathered crew but I couldn't find Jacqueline anywhere. Where the hell had that bastard taken her?
"It's not possible," Barbossa hissed when he laid eyes on us. I waved mockingly in his direction and tried not to stare at his feathery hat which was largely distracting. His yellow eyes were wide with disbelief.
"Not probable," Jack corrected, proceeding forward. I followed grudgingly and watched as he carefully manipulated Barbossa. Half the time, I didn't know what side Jack was on and I prayed that he wouldn't betray me. I didn't think I could cope with abandonment again. Barbossa eventually agreed to Jack's terms and the crew filed out. I glared harshly at Pintel and Ragetti before wondering off to explore and steal. I found a small bundle in an adjoining cave and rifled through until I picked out some diamond earrings, a couple of ruby rings and an emerald necklace. I stuffed them into my pockets before resuming my hunting. It was during my inspection of a large yet tasteful marble statue of a lion with solid silver laid into it (wondering how they had transported the massive thing) that I heard sounds of a struggle. I poked my head out of the cave and grinned widely as I saw a heated fight going on. Pulling out my sword, I leapt into action, back to back with Jack. When he got to Barbossa, I eventually switched opponents. I grew lethargic with the fight as the pirates couldn't be killed. But I wouldn't let that stop me. I stabbed, kicked, punched, slashed, elbowed and clawed at any pirate that stepped into my path. I was amused to see three pirates skewered on a pretty golden staff get blown up through William's ingenuity. I felt pride well up in me as he was just like his father in many ways, despite his want for not admitting it. He was a pirate, through and through, which young Elizabeth didn't appear to mind as I saw an admiring look she sent at him. I winked at her before running another pirate through then punching his face so that he fell into the water with a large splash. I watched with a strange fascination as the rings of the water spread out from his point of impact and wondered when he would come back out. Deciding that I would find out later, I spun around with the intent of finding another opponent when I heard an odd squelching noise. It was only when I looked down and an uncomfortable burning pain shot through my stomach that I realised there was a long sword sticking out of my torso. The smirking pirate, one I didn't recognise, pulled the weapon out sharply and I whimpered, falling to my knees clutching the wound.
Jack POV
Jacqueline was nowhere to be found and Belle was fighting somewhere nearby, I was certain of it. Barbossa refused to back down and there was no way of beating each other as we were both un-dead. But I wouldn't give up. This was my revenge – for Belle, for Jacqueline. Who knew what he had done to her on that ship? I didn't want to know. So, with another slash of my sword, the fight continued.
Jacqueline POV
I had expected the brig, no food and leering pirates. What I got was a warm bed, edible food and only Barbossa to talk to. Despite the comforts, I blamed the 'whelp' – as my father had dubbed him – for my predicament. He had opened his mouth when I had things perfectly in hand. I may only have been ten but I had much better pirate skills than he did. For God's sake, I was Captain Jack Sparrow's daughter! It was for that reason that I didn't make an escape plan. In all my mother's stories, Jack never planned his escape. He always improvised and that was what I would do. I waited, slowly eating my provided food and sipping my water (thankful that it wasn't rum, port, wine or any other form of alcohol). What I didn't expect was to be bound, gagged and thrown into a boat that was rowed straight into the caves I'd heard so much about. I was dragged unceremoniously from the rickety wooden thing and planted in a small alcove with two guards. I huffed grumpily and wondered what my parents would have done in my situation. They would have surely had the upper hand as they were older, more experienced and stronger. I had two massive pirates to contend with, I was bound and gagged, I had no weapon and I was ten. What did the world want from me!? Glaring slightly, I looked around the walls for a hint of escape and found none but the sounds of a fight distracted me anyway. I heard the distinct sound of my mother fighting, something I would recognise in the middle of anything, and thanked God that she was ok. If she was alive, it meant that Jack or dad or whatever I called him was most likely alive. I huffed again as a piece of my long, brown fringe fell in my eyes. Normally, I would have swatted it away or blown it out but as I was bound and gagged, both of those options were inaccessible.
"Now!" I heard Barbossa yell. The pirates guarding me reacted almost instantly and hauled me up from my curled up position on the floor. I was yanked for a short distance before we broke into a large cavern and my eyes lit up at the sight of real life treasure. My eyes dimmed slightly as I took in Captain Jack's shocked expression and then I looked around for my mother. The sight that met my eyes caused my knees to cave in.
"NO!" I screamed and, despite it being muffled by the gag, my father seemed to get the message and turned around. His sword clattered to the ground as he set his eyes on my mum. She was bleeding from the stomach and on her knees, doubled over in agony. I ground my teeth and wriggled slightly, causing the gag to come loose. "MUMMY!" I shrieked, struggling against my captors. I was handed over to Barbossa who held his sword threateningly.
"Unless ye want yer child to go the same way as her mother, I suggest ye surrender, Jack," Barbossa sneered and I felt my eyes widen, turning to the man I had admired for so many years. He was pale underneath his Caribbean tan and the chocolate brown eyes that I knew my mum loved were fearful. I couldn't understand why he hesitated until his eyes found their way back to my mum. It was then that I realised that he was in agony and didn't want me to end up like she had. What happened next surprised me and happened so fast that it could have been an illusion but I was assured wasn't. The pirate Captain (the REAL one) reached for his sword and cut his palm, throwing something over my captors head. Barbossa raised his sword and began to swing it down towards me. I screamed, shutting my eyes and there were two gun shots that echoed against the cave walls.
Jack POV
When I fired, someone else fired. But that wasn't my concern. I eyed Jacqueline carefully and found her unharmed, thank whoever listened to those kinds of things.
"Ten years ye carry those pistols and now ye waste yer shots," Barbossa mocked and I frowned in confusion.
"He didn't waste it!" the whelp yelled and I noticed my daughter roll her eyes at the sound. Grinning slightly, I eyed my old first mate who looked disbelieving.
"I feel . . . cold," he whispered before his grip slackened on Jacqueline and he toppled backwards. I leapt forwards to catch Jacqueline before her bonds caused her to collide with the rock. We both turned around at the same time to face the second person Barbossa had been addressing.
"God, I hate that pirate," Belle snarled as she stood on shaky legs. William appeared so I let him untie Jacqueline before approaching Belle and keeping her standing.
"Ye scared me love," I said reproachfully and she gave me an exasperated look.
"Jack, I am bleeding to death here. A little sympathy would not go amiss," she growled and I kissed her forehead, leading her over to Jacqueline who did not look happy.
"Thank you for saving me, mummy. Now let me save you," she said with her hands on her hips. She had her mother's attitude - that was for sure. But she had a point.
"Ye can't come back with me love," I whispered and she sighed.
"Yes, I know. I don't want to be hanged. You better get out of this, Sparrow or I'll set our daughter on you." I grinned mischievously as she called Jacqueline 'our daughter'.
"I wouldn't dream of leaving again, darlin'." And I proceeded to help her to another boat.
JBJBJBJBJB
Belle POV
I tapped my foot impatiently as I sat on a barrel on the Black Pearl. Somehow, Jacqueline had arranged for a pick up from Gibbs and I was very appreciative. I was bandaged up and walking, albeit shakily, around deck after four hours on deck. Unfortunately, impatience kicked in soon afterwards and I waited with growing irritation for some sort of sign. Finally, I heard a loud splash and Anamaria guided the ship around the large cliff we'd been concealed behind. I eyed the Port Royal fort warily and watched with relief as a small black dot began making its way towards the Pearl.
"He didn't leave, mummy," Jacqueline pointed out ecstatically and I grinned as Jack finally reached the ship and was hauled on board.
"I thought you were supposed to keep to the code," he said to Gibbs who helped him up. The ex Navy officer glanced in Jacqueline's direction briefly before turning back to Jack.
"We figured they were more actual . . . guidelines than rules," he informed Jack who smirked and let his eyes land on an evilly grinning Jacqueline.
"Relax mate, she can be very persuasive," he assured Gibbs before swaggering over. We shared a brief kiss before Jack held out a welcoming arm to our daughter. I was stunned – he had never shown strong affection for her before but that was totally different. A thrilled Jacqueline hugged Jack's waist as he wrapped his free arm around her shoulders.
"Captain Sparrow," Anamaria began and he raised his head questioningly. "The Black Pearl is yours," she finished and Jack grinned, approaching the wheel as Anamaria placed his coat on his shoulders and I placed his hat on his head. Jacqueline perched on the railing just in front of the helm whilst Jack held my hand and hummed under his breath, looking at his compass.
"And really bag eggs . . . drink up me hearties yo ho," he sang and I snuggled into his chest as the Pearl sailed off on another adventure.
So, I've done it again. I've gone away for a long period of time (although my memory stick snapped so give me a break) and I've now come back with the end of a story. BUT, and here's the good news, I can continue. I don't particularly want to write the movies so it'll be set afterwards or something. It's up to you. This story will end here but it's up to you whether or not I create a sequel. And I promise that I will write it fully or at least plan it before starting to post so that my updates are nice and regular. Let me know what you want! Love Bianca :) x