I'm BACK!

Stupid Spanish villa! I went on holiday to Spain and was promised Wi-Fi so I could upload, THERE WAS NO WIFI!

But Now I'm back and here is the next chapter :)

I will never leave it that long again, I promise

Also, thank you to every single one of you who reads and a THANKYOU SO MUCH, to every reviewer, it really makes my day, thanks again!

Enjoy!

'Get her inside, quickly; we need to seal the wound' said Commodore Norrington, as he held the girl.
'Get Johnson, he's a doctor' shouted Groves to some other men who were free to help.

Norrington carried the unconscious Scarlett into his cabin and looked around, he couldn't put her on his bed, she needed small surgery, and an operating table was needed. In the rush, he ordered Groves to clear his desk of all papers. Groves shoved the papers onto the floor and helped Norrington place Scarlett in the middle of the table, on her back. The wound was still seeping and she needed it sealed, the room was in a flurry until Johnson ran into the room with some small basic surgical tools. Everyone crowded round the table and looked down on the girl, her face had gone pale, and all life seemed to seep out of her with every drop of blood.

The blood started to move off the table, and a single drop fell onto Scarlett's contract with Beckett, staining the East India Trading Company logo red.

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Images swirled around Scarlett's head, hallucinations, flashbacks and dreams; she saw her past as it soared into view.

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'Yo-ho all together, hoist the colours high, heave-ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die' sung the young Scarlett, of age fifteen, barely above a whisper, as she floated along in the tattered row-boat. The hot sun scorching her pale face, she had barely been allowed outside for social reasons. Her father always said, 'you'll never get a husband if you don't keep your skin pure and pale' and if she ever caught the sun, her face would be laced with white powder to conceal it. She wore a night-gown, stained with salt water, and dirt from inside the boat, her blonde hair in tatters, tying itself in knots.

She could hear only the sound of the water, calm, silent, as the boat pushed through it, she had long-lost the strength to row, but then again, she had nowhere to go. She sat up and sighed as her stomach growled, aching for food or water. Looking out to sea, she waited for a sign of land, instead she saw a ship. Flying navy colours and a light wood, she saw it as her salvation, even if it would take her back to her home. A gentle breeze blew as the ship came forward; she needed to grab its attention somehow. Thinking fast she ripped off the bottom of her gown and tied it around the oar, she waved it like a flag, hoping someone would see.

As the ship came beside her she looked up at its glory. It just glided past, not a soul noticed her, or so she thought. A line was cast from a window at the back of the ship, she saw her chance and grabbed a hold of it, as soon as she took the rope into her hands she was pulled up to the window. A pair of arms grabbed her under the shoulders and took her in. Standing on the ground, she looked up at her saviour. He said, 'what is a pretty young lass like you doing in the middle of the sea, in a row boat?'

'I-I ran away from home and I got lost' said the young girl

'Why did you run away?' Inquired the man

'I wanted to go to sea, and leave behind all the rules'

He chuckled, 'well we have some rules, but they're mainly guidelines'

Scarlett giggled for the first time in years, the toils of upper class had numbed her emotions.
'You could be the cabin girl' Scarlett gasped with happiness and smiled, 'however', he continued, I must know Ye name'

The girl stopped and thought, she wanted to leave her old world behind, and that included her name, 'Scarlett, my name is Scarlett, and yours?'

'My name is Hector, Hector Barbossa' he opened the door to the deck and Scarlett followed him, ' and this is the Wicked Wench'

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'Commodore, I need some warm water to wash off the blood'. James looked around and grabbed a nearby bucket, they managed to light a torch and use it to heat up the water. Johnson continued to wash the wound, until the cut itself was prominent.

He used some metal tools to open up the wound just enough that he could see the depth. 'From what I can see gentlemen, the wound is not fatal, the organs are intact and no major veins have been cut. She's very lucky' said Johnson unenthusiastically, there was something wrong.

'There's a 'but' isn't there' said Groves

'Yes, the wound may not be fatal, but the amount of blood lost could be, it depends on how strong she is' sighed the doctor.

Suddenly, Jack, Will and Elizabeth came through the door; Jack did not see Scarlett on the table and continued on a rant about how the crew had sailed off with the Pearl. 'How dare they leave me in that cave! I know I said to stick to the code and all that but-' he stopped in his tracks as every person in the room had turned around glaring. 'What' he asked, then Norrington turned around and walked towards him.

'Sc-' he paused, regaining his composure, 'Scarlett was wounded in the battle; we don't know what's going to happen'

Jack just stared at the commodore; he repeated himself, 'what?' Barely above a whisper, his eyes widened and he looked to the table that everyone crowded around. He saw her legs and boots, and then the red liquid that had ran onto the floor. His tanned skin went considerably paler, as he walked forward, as if every step was on glass. He saw her face, her eyes closed and the blood had drained from her complexion. 'Scar?' He asked, his voice cracked and shaken, as he reached down to her hand and took it in his own.

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'Gentlemen! We must return to rainy England tomorrow and get our next assignment from Cutler Beckett. So get to work and get this ship in shape!' Shouted a young Captain Jack Sparrow, although at this time he was still Captain of the Wicked Wench. The crew ran about, altering the sails, mopping the deck and steering towards England. Jack walked back to the helm, although half way back he noticed his flask of rum was empty, he needed it to numb the urge to break away from authority. He knew there was a supply down in the -, and so he moved from the helm towards the stairs which lead him down into the lower decks.

By this point Scarlett had been on the ship for a year, she had been hiding in the galley, although everyone but jack knew she was there. She fast made friends with the crew and Barbossa spent his free time teaching her how to be a member of the crew and sword fight. It was usually late at night when nobody was around and they were free to use the top deck for their lessons. She started to forget her old life and even her real name, her father was replaced by Barbossa and she flourished as a sailor.

Jack entered the galley, his, mind set on finding a steady supply of rum, he never liked Beckett or the company, they just paid him handsomely. He looked around, and saw the key for the storage cupboard hanging over the bench, walking over he was startled by a noise on the other side of the kitchen. He turned around d and saw no-one; he turned back and saw that the key was gone. 'What on earth?' He wondered and Scarlett emerged from behind a beam, holding the very key.

'You know, I don't think the captain of a ship should be drunk, or even drinking at all. For all we know you could sail us to Davy Jones' locker' she said, crossing her arms.

Jack ignored the fact she appeared out of nowhere and continued to defend his pride, 'I'll have you know, I'm a great drunk sailor, and- wait, why am I explaining myself to you, I don't even know who you are!'

She uncrossed her arms and said, 'Scarlett, I'm the cabin boy' she paused '...girl'

'We don't have a cabin boy' he also paused,'...girl'

'Well obviously you do, I've been here for a year' explained Scarlett

'A year!? ' Jack exclaimed, wondering how he had been fooled for an entire year.

'Yes'

'How did you get aboard?'

'I ran away from home and Barbossa picked me up'

'How did I not know about this, does everyone else know?' said Jack, in response, Scarlett nodded, because everyone did know she was there, they just kept their mouths shut to Jack. He walked around the girl, inspecting her, contemplating his answer. He came up with 'Right, well, since we're I'm the middle of the ocean, I can't throw you off me ship. So I suppose you can stay'

Scarlett smiled and did a little jump of celebration, she could finally leave the galley in the daytime, 'Oh thank you jack, I mean Captain Sparrow'

Jack turned to look right into Scarlett's face, his eyes full of confusion and he said, 'What's your name again? I tend to forget the small things,'

Insulted, Scarlett replied, 'Scarlett, and I'm not small!' she had to deny he did tower over her, but then again she was only 16

Jack stepped closer till he was towering even more above her and put his hand to his forehead as if he were searching for something, 'What's that? I couldn't hear you because you're so far away' he laughed at the annoyed look on the girl's face, he liked her, she could be a great addition to the crew. 'Well, Scar, back to work.'
'I hate Scar, don't call me that' retorted Scarlett.

'Feisty one aren't ya' said Jack with a smirk

'As long as you don't call me Scar I'll be nice' smiled Scarlett, gaining quite a crush on the young Captain

'As long as you're on my ship you'll be nice' smiled Jack, as he left the cabin, unknowing of the effect that girl would have over him in the years to come.

Jack knelt beside the desk, grasping Scarlett's lifeless hand, his eyes welling up but he did not shed a tear, his pride to big for that, he started to regret the last things he'd said to her and said to her 'I'm sorry Scarlett, who am I to judge you?'

The room fell silent as the men removed their hats in respect, it did not seem like she was going to make it through.

Then, a whisper came from the desk, 'You're Captain Jack Sparrow'. Everyone looked up in amazement and saw that Scarlett's eyes were open, and she had a small smile on her face as she stared into Jack's eyes. The scene touched the hearts of every person in the room, as they all burst into smiles and celebrations.

She was alive.

YAY :)

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