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~Chapter Three~
POV:
Jack Sparrow
"Then, the kraken attack happened and you saved me. For that, I owe you my life," Francesca said, looking down at her hands then up to meet my eyes.
Once she was done speaking, I noticed the truth that she had to the stories. Proof that I had not noticed before. She had scars, cuts and bruises all over the visible flesh. She wore a white short sleeved button down off the shoulder blouse with a brown vest over it. This showed off a good amount of her chest and shoulder. She also wore black boots that came up to her knees and brown pants tucked into them.
On her chest, I could see a nasty scar that started from the center of her chest down towards her left breast till I couldn't see it anymore. She also had old looking bruises on each of her shoulders. They looked like hand prints. They matched the nasty bruises on her neck and chin as well. On her face, she had what looked like claw marks just below her right eye. Those where just the major ones. She also had tiny scars and bruises all over her arms and chest. She looked like these men did nothing but torture her. But that's exactly what they did, is it not?
"You don't owe me anything, luv," I said. "You've been through so much…" and it was true. Over the years, she had lost her beloved mother, been kidnapped by a slave owner and his crew, become their sex slave, been beaten and raped numerous times, lost her only friend and been attacked by the kraken. What more could this poor girl go through?
She slightly nodded her head, looking back down at her hands. "That I have Jack… That I have," she said ever so lightly. "But," she said slightly louder. "Enough about me. Tell me about yourself. Tell me how you became the man you are today."
"Do you really wanna know my story, luv?" I asked.
"Yes, I really do," she replied looking up at me with curious filled eyes.
"Well, if you must know," I said while thinking of a way to sum up my life. This way I wouldn't have to go into much detail and wouldget it over with much faster.
"Well," I began. "I was born aboard a pirate ship that was caught in the middle of a typhoon, off the coast of India. In my childhood, I had many adventures and quests. Sometime later, I was employed into service for the East India Trading Company, and given command of the Wicked Wench. However, after I set free a cargo of slaves, my employer, Cutler Beckett," I said his name with such disgust, "had me branded as a pirate and the Wench to be set aflame and sunk. After failing to rescue my beloved vessel, I struck a bargain with fish face himself, Davy Jones, to resurrect my vessel, renamed it the Black Pearl, and began my new life as a pirate.
"At some point, I gained the title Pirate Lord of the Caribbean Sea. But after two years of being captain, I lost the Pearl by a mutiny led by my First Mate, Hector Barbossa, while searching for Isla de Muerta which hid the treasure of Cortés. But with the help of young William and Lizzie, I got my beloved Pearl back and Barbossa killed once and for all.
"That's about it, luv… After that, we just began sailing to Tortuga. Then we spotted your ship and, well, you know the rest," I finished. When I was done, I noticed something change in her eyes. Before, it was wariness and caution. But, now? Now, it's loyalty and respect.
"You really did that, Jack?" she asked. "You really set free a cargo of slaves?"
"Sure did, luv. Changed my life forever. But I wouldn't cha-," I was cut off but the door to Lizzie's cabin opening.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were both done. I'll just leave," Lizzie said.
Before she could fully leave the room, Frankie spoke, "It's ok, Miss Swann. We're done here."
Lizzie nodded her head and walk back into the cabin. "Ok… and please, call me Elizabeth."
Frankie nodded and said, "Ok Elizabeth. You may call me Francesca."
A smile grew across Lizzie's face when she finally learned Frankie's name. "Such a beautiful name." Yes, I thought, such a beautiful name, for such a beautiful woman.
Frankie smiled widely at Lizzie and thanked her. She then looked at me and said, "Thank you, Jack." I stood up, Frankie following my movement. "You don't know how good it feels to finally open up to someone." She then did something I would have never expected in all my years of living, she kissed me on the cheek. But just as quickly, she pulled back. Her cheeks slightly pink with blush.
"Any time, luv. If you ever need anything, you come to me, Ok?" I asked. I wasn't sure why, but I had this strange urge to protect her. After hearing all the things she went through, made me not want to let anything like that happen to her again.
"Ok," she said shyly. "Goodnight, Jack."
"Night, luv," I said as I walked out of Lizzie's cabin to my own.
POV:
Francesca Jones
After hearing that Jack had set free a cargo of slaves, I saw him as a totally different man. Before he rescued me, when he and Mister Gibbs where looking for survivors and I was just watching in fear, I saw him as just another man. After the rescue, I saw him as a kind man, one that could not cause harm unless he had too. But now, now I saw him as a caring, respectable and loyal man, one that I could trust, one that would never hurt me… not purposely at least… I hope…
I looked around the cabin. "Umm… Miss Sw- I mean, Elizabeth?" I asked, looking at her, waiting for her to respond.
"Yes, Francesca?" she asked.
I looked around the cabin one last time. "Umm… where exactly will I be sleeping?" I asked.
She looked at me and said, "Well, you can have my bed. That way you're comfortable."
What? I thought. I can't kick her out of her own bed. It's not right! It would be completely rude of me. I looked her in the eye and shook my head. "No, Elizabeth. You can sleep in your bed. I will sleep on the floor. Really, it's no problem. I've slept on the floor of a ship for almost eighteen years. I'm sure a few more days won't hurt," I said to her.
She looked like she wanted to protest, but I cut her off. "Please. I insist." I gave her the sweetest smile I had.
She sighed and nodded her head. "Alright, Francesca. But at least let me get you a few blankets and pillows so you're more comfortable."
"Thank you Elizabeth," I replied with a slight nod.
She then gave me a small smile and left the cabin. She came back about five minutes later with about two pillows and three blankets. I laughed and slightly shook my head. "I don't need that many blankets, Elizabeth. But thank you anyway," I said. I took the things out of her hands and placed them on the floor, making a small bed out of it all. As I made my bed, Elizabeth climbed into her own bed. I laid myself down and said goodnight to Elizabeth.
"Goodnight, Francesca," she replied. She dimmed the lamp that was beside her bed and drifted off to sleep.
I sat there in the dark room, staring up at the darkness that surrounded me. I started to go over today's events.
I've been beaten and raped in the morning and afternoon. Then the Kraken attacked the ship at sun down, causing me to get injured pretty bad to the head. Then waiting, waiting for either death to consume me or my so called father to "rescue" me from death. Then Jack and Mister Gibbs finding me and bringing me aboard the Black Pearl, changing my life forever.
What would I have done if Jack hadn't found me when he did? I would be with Jones…
I then started to think. My life is hell because of that repulsive man. If he had just stayed away from my mother, she wouldn't be dead. But then if he did stay away, I wouldn't be here... I would have never been born. UGH! But he still ruined everything. He made my mother miserable. Impregnating her with his child and ruining her life as a single young pure woman, who was looking for someone to love and cherish. That's right; Jones took my mother's innocence. But after finding out she was with child and news spread throughout the island, everyone abandoned her, wouldn't even look at her. And if they did, they were stares filled with disgust and detestation. They would talk about her behind her back, calling her a whore and a slut. Every man either wanted nothing to do with her, or tried to take advantage of her, thinking she would give them pleasure. And for that, I regret being born. I regret it because it made her life a living hell. And for that Jones will pay. He will pay for all the pain he put on my mother and me. A life for a life, as they say.
Look out daddy, I'm coming for you. Your days are now numbered.
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