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Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of their characters (in this chapter, Captain Jack Sparrow, his crew, and the Black Pearl are mentioned) The character in this chapter that I own is Mary. The writing is also mine. ^^
Pain. this is the first thing that I notice when I regain consciousness. My head is throbbing, like someone had clubbed the back of it. At first, I don't remember anything, but then, it comes rushing back like a wave. The pirates. Isabelle. Am I dead? Shouldn't I be dead? There's no way I could have survived that, but I don't think I am. I try opening my eyes, but the light is far too bright, and I grimace while giving a pained sound as my headache intensifies. I put my hand over my eyes, trying to block it out.
"Don't move, luv." I hear the English, slightly slurred, speech of a man speaking beside me, "You've been injured pretty badly."
"Where am I?" I ask, my voice quiet, and tired sounding, "Who are you?"
"You, my dear, are aboard the Black Pearl, and I am Captain Jack Sparrow." He puts emphasis on the word 'Captain', and I can sense pride in his voice. I dare to open my eyes, grunting softly as they're flooded with light, before slowly sitting up. I look at the man called Jack Sparrow. His skin is very tan, he is probably out in the sun a lot, and his eyes are a deep chocolate-brown. His hair is strange to say the least, and he wears a bandana as well as a hat. His clothes look very dirty. Suddenly fear fills my senses. Pirate. It's written all over him.
"What's wrong, luv? You're pale." He crouches by my side, looking at me with curiosity in his eyes. No worry, just curiosity. Typical pirate.
"You're a pirate, aren't you?" my voice is shaking, much like the rest of me. He grins and nods proudly.
"Why yes, deary, I am a pirate. Surprised you 'aven't heard of me!" I swallow nervously. Is this how I survived? Is this the same ship that attacked the one I was on? What do they want with me? Why did they rescue me instead of killing me like the others? Suddenly hatred begins to boil my blood. He killed my cousin! He killed all those innocent people and he's acting like he's done nothing wrong! I can not stand pirates!
"You know you're really lucky to still be alive. Thought you were dead, I did, luv." The pirate looks at me with a frown and opens his mouth again to speak, but I cut him off.
"Lucky? I wouldn't need luck if it weren't for you!" I exclaim in anger, "You stinking pirates killed them all! I hate you, all of you! If I could, I'd drown you so you would suffer like they did! Why did you 'rescue' me and not the others? Why did you do it?" I don't notice the tears that spill over my eyelids and down my cheeks, "You killed my cousin! You dirty pirate, you killed all the family I had left!" I start sobbing into my hands, trembling and shaking with each breath I take in. I feel him place his hand on my shoulder and I flinch away, "Don't touch me!" I hiss.
"Calm down, luv, calm down. I didn't attack you, it must have been some other pirates. My crew and I saved you, you should thank me!" I open my eyes and stare him down.
"How do I know you aren't lying? You're a pirate, how can I trust you?" I spit. He looks at me, seemingly offended.
"Y'know, I tell the truth a lot, actually, yet people are always surprised. And anyway, luv, you're right. Why would we rescue you if we had intended to sink you and kill you all in the first place? Does that really make any sense to you, luv?" Captain Sparrow raises his eyebrows and waits for my answer.
"Well I..." I frown and look away, "I'm sorry. It's just... I have no family now, and I just watched all of those people die, and now I'm on a ship with a bunch of pirates. What am I supposed to think? For all I know, you might kill me in my sleep!" I look back at him, and see that he is frowning again.
"Y'know, I'm not gonna hurt you, luv. If I hurt you, then what would the point have been to rescue you in the first place? All me effort would've been wasted!" I shrug and sigh. Then he says, "Let me see your arm, luv." I look at him in confusion for a moment before glancing down at my arm. I recoil in shock at what I see. My right arm is completely covered in crusted blood with small bits of splintered wood sticking to it. When did that happen?
"Let me see your arm." He repeats himself, holding his hand out to me now. Reluctantly, I hold my arm out, moving it slowly and gritting my teeth against the pain. I can feel a gash on my arm, from the middle of my forearm to my shoulder, reopening, causing my crimson blood to ooze out. The Captain makes a face at the sight of my injury. Even to a pirate, this is a bad wound.
"Now, luv, I need to clean this so infection doesn't set in. If it does, we'll have to chop off your pretty little arm. Just to warn you, this is goin' to hurt," He doesn't wait for me to respond before he takes a wet rag, hopefully a clean one, and starts wiping away all the dried blood and bits of wood. Instinctively I let out a hiss of pain as I feel the salty sea water burning into the open cut on my arm. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I don't let them spill over. Nor do I move; I just let him clean it. He sets the now bloody rag beside him and binds my arm with some cloth.
"There," Jack Sparrow releases my arm and claps his hands together once, "All done now, luv. That wasn't too bad, now, was it?"
"Are you kidding me? That bloody hurt!" I cry. But then, I realize the pain has diminished somewhat. I notice him grin in satisfaction as though he had read my mind.
I sit up straighter, causing the blanket to fall from me. The Captain smirks, and I look down. I'm still in my nightgown, I realize. It's become torn, disheveled, and very dirty. Heat rises to my cheeks and I pull the blanket back up with my good arm.
"No need to worry, luv," he chuckles and I can see amusement in his eyes, "I've got some clothing you can wear. They'll be a bit too big, mind you, but they should work.." He stands up and walks to a trunk of some sort. I nearly burst out laughing from the way he walks. He staggers like an old drunk, what with his arms going everywhere. He opens the trunk and begins to rummage through it for a while. "Ah! Here we are!" He turns on his heel to face me. In his hands are some old-looking clothing along with a pair of boots that fold down at the top. He sets the clothing on the bed next to me and says, "I'll just leave you to change. Unless you want help, that is, luv." I flush deeply and give him a motion that says 'get out of here!'. He chuckles and waltzes casually out of the room, shutting the door behind him with a click.
I rise shakily to my feet and go over to the door, dragging a chair and propping it beneath the handle so that no one can come in or look through the key hole at me. Then I head back over to the bed and look at the clothing the pirate captain had laid out for me. Well, laid them out in a pile that is. There is a large white...ish shirt, a vest, some brown trousers and a belt, along with knee-high, well, almost knee-high, boots. Hastily I remove the tattered remains of my nightgown from my body and toss it to the side. Then, I pull the shirt on. That pirate was right, it is a bit too big, but it'll do. Next I pull on the trousers and secure them with the belt before putting on the vest and boots. The boots actually fit me quite well, I'm pleased to say.
I see a mirror out of the corner of my eye and I head over to it. I'm disgusted by my appearance. My hair is a tangled rat's nest, and, with these clothes, I look like a bloody pirate! Sighing, I pull the chair away from the door. Jack Sparrow comes in moments later. He looks me over and gives me a crooked, toothy grin.
"Ye look like a pirate, luv." I roll my eyes at him and tiredly sit on the bed. "You want to go to sleep, I presume?" He asks.
I only shrug.
"You can sleep here if you want, luv. I don't mind." My face reddens and he smirks again, "I'll not sleep in here tonight. No, much too busy. No worries, luv, I won't try anything." I let out a puff of air, embarrassed, and I lay down. "Oh! Before I forget. What's your name, luv?"
"Mary." I murmur. Soon, the gentle rocking of the ship makes me feel very tired. I fall asleep to the sound of Captain Sparrow humming to himself.