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Okay this is my Pirates of the Caribbean fanfiction. Here is the Summary
When Jack's 16 year old daughter comes aboard The Black Pearl, her and her parents both knew the risks. And in a desperate attempt to flee the Kraken land on Isle Pelagostos Jessa is knocked out and sent away in a pathetic boat and at the mercy of the Sea. She is pressganged onto the Flying Dutchman and attempts to save her two friends Bootstrap Turner and his son Will. Jessa is thrushed into the events leading up into the capture of The Dead Man's Chest and makes a promise she hopes to keep
Whats in this entry is all the chapters so far
Chapter 1: Captian Returns
“15 men on a dead man’s chest...Yoho...And a bottle of Rum!” sang the grimy and intoxicated Mr. Gibbs.
It was a warm foggy night on the Caribbean ocean. And the crew members of the Black Pearl more than welcomed the slight smooth breeze that the night brought with it. And there was one person who welcomed it more than the others.
Gibbs downed a long swig from his rum bottle and bellowed up to the crow’s nest,
“ANY SIGN OF ‘DE CAPTAIN YET LASSIE?” he said in a slurred tone. Thanks to the vile bottle in his filthy hands.
There was movement from the crow’s nest as a young girl around the age of 16 pulled out her spyglass. There was no sign of Captain Sparrow any where. She leaned out of the nest and stared down at the drunken first mate, “No sign of him Mr. Gibbs!” she replied. She just got a indiscernible remark from him. Oh how she hated that awful stuff.
But that was only Jessa Sparrows opinion against a whole Rum Lovin’ crew of her rugged pirate father. Yes her father was the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow. And you had better believe it otherwise the Captain would have you thrown overboard. But Jack Sparrow being her father wasn’t half as insane as who her mother was. A very good friend of Jacks when he was younger and the two had shared many adventures together. The Jamaican lass had been swept away by Jacks charm and Jack had been swept away by her earthy smell and the excitement he felt when she just looked at him. They had fallen in love at first site. Jack Sparrow and Tia Dalma. Yes the most renown Gypsies Queen in the whole Caribbean.
“99 men on a dead man’s chest...Yoho...And a bottle of RRRRRUUUMMM!” came the loud slurred voice of Mr. Gibbs.
“That man is going to drive me insane one of these days.” Thought Jessa coldly. “He’ll pass out in 3...2...1” SLOOMP. A satisfied grin spread across her soft light cocoa colored face. Jessa peered down to the deck below to see the first mate sprawled across the deck.
Jessa relaxed back into the little perch at the top of the Pearls mainmast. It was a quite evening on the calm ocean and the waves made tempting lullaby for Jessa. Jessa had always had a passion for the sea and she had finally been able to join her fathers crew 4 months ago. She had thoroughly enjoyed her time at sea even though she was just beginning to learn the ropes of sailing.
Jack was teaching her how to be a pirate. Yes Jessa called her father by his name. Actually if the truth be told he had told her to not call him ‘father’ and either call him Jack or Captain. Jessa preferred calling him Jack instead of Captain because she felt that she was still calling him father in a distant related sort of way.
Jessa saw a slight movement in the water a ways away. She pulled her scope from her old worn leather belt, snapped it open and looked through it. Even at this time of night Jessa was able to see through the scope. The moonlight showed pure white that night.
As she collapsed the scope and stuck it back in her belt an amused grin spread across her half Jamaican features. “GET UP YOU TUBS OF LARD!” she yelled to the lounging crewmen below her. “CAPTAIN JACK HAS RETURNED.”
And she clambered down the ropes and to the deck and awaited the arrival of her father. Captain Jack Sparrow had returned to the Black Pearl.
Chapter Two: The Key
The sound of the ocean crashing up on the rocks of the shore was deafening. The thunderous roar made the men’s ears ring. The guards stood watch as the workers threw the dead prisoners coffins in to the crushing current. With one last hard toss the last coffin was in the sea. Making its way out to the open ocean and waiting to sink to the watery depths.
A lone crow flew over the numerous crude wooden coffins. These coffins all held men that had been charged with treason to the crown and piracy. Now there damned souls wandered around in the depths of the ocean they had once loved.
The crow swooped down and landed on the coffin nearest the disappearing island. Oddly enough there were bugs crawling all over the coffin. As if it had been laying under a pile of other coffins and the worms and maggots had gotten to it first. It began scarfing down the bugs. They actually tasted pleasant. Better than the men that the law had condemned to the cages. But that delight was short lived. A bullet shot up from inside the coffin breaking a hole in the wood and killing the crow.
And guessed who managed to get his head out and sit up in the coffin.
Captain Jack Sparrow.
“I ‘ope you won’t mind if I change our current course Mate.” he said in his usual slurred voice to the corpse that the coffin had originally belonged to. Then he yanked off one of the corpses decaying skeleton legs.
“Pardon me Mate. I ‘ave need of this.” And he began to row via leg oar to the Black Pearl. Which he could see a few hundred yards away floating like a phantom in the dark of night.
Once the crew managed to get Jack on board the Pearl he passed off the leg to his first mate, Mr. Gibbs. Who looked at it as if it were the devil. He quickly discarded it into the ocean.
Jessa landed on the deck with a slight thud. She walked over to her father and saluted him. “Every thing ship shape, Jessa?” he said in his normal drunken drone. “Every thing the way you left it Captain Jack.” She said with a triumphant grin.
“What took ye so long Cap’n? You know it be bad luck with this unusual fog to be so close to the dead.” Gibbs said his drunkenness obvious. But that didn’t faze Jack none. He was like that 24/7.
“Well Mate this little bute wasn’t easy to get me hands on. Savy?”
Jessa and Gibbs looked at Jack like he was out of his mind. “What?” They said in unison. Though his words were slurred and hers was simply high pitched.
Jack stuck his finger in his ear and twisted it about as if he were cleaning it. “You really need to tone down a bit Luv.”
Jessa sent an annoyed look at her father. He only gave a goofy grin and winked. Then returning to the current conversation, “In answer to your fine question Mates,” he pulled out a piece of folded up cloth.
“Whats that?” Jessa asked leaning over Gibbs’ shoulder. Jack let Jessa take the cloth from his hand. As she unfolded it Jack looked at her as if he was the one wondering what was inside. Jessa stared at the dark lines drawn onto the cloth. It looked like some sort of weird key.
“What is it?” She asked. Jack looked at her as if he was completely blown away from his daughters question. Gibbs took the cloth from Jessa and gasped when he saw it. Fear clearly written on his face. There was no trace of the dunk who had been there only moments ago.
“Jack ye must be daft. To go looking for dis key.” Gibbs looked frighten. As if he had seen a ghost.
“What KEY is this?” Jessa yelled at the two men.
“Its not what key it is. Its who’s key it is.” Jack said in a very knowing tone of voice. Like when a school teacher is teaching a child.
“HUH???” Jessa asked completely confused. Gibbs was still staring at the cloth like it was some thing evil.
“What do you know of Davy Jones Jessa?” Jack said leaning in close to his daughter. He just got a creped out look from her. Even though they were father and daughter Jessa didn’t quite like Jack’s obsessive habit of getting into peoples personal space.
“Not much Jack.” Jessa stated backing up from her father. Jack walked up to her and put his arm around her shoulder.
“Well then Luv. It won’t hurt you if you don’t know.” And Jack walked off to his cabin and passing Gibbs as he went by. He grabbed the cloth from his hand and Gibbs gave him a nasty glare.
“Thats not like Mr. Gibbs. Glaring at Jack like that.” Jessa went up to Mr. Gibbs. Who once agian took a big swig of his precious rum. “What was he talking about Mr. Gibbs? Who is Davy Jones?” She knew if she didn’t get an answer from her father she would most diffidently get one from the paranoid Mr. Gibbs.
Gibbs looked at her with fear written on his face. “Come and sit with me Lass. This may take a bit.” He went over to a set of stairs and sat down. Jessa did the same but nearly passed out as his rum infested breath wafted up to her nose. “Disgusting.”
When Gibbs knew she was ready to listen he began. “Well lass... Davy Jones be a sorta legend. Like a myth. To most people who are unfortunate to hear a tale about ‘em.”
Jessa just sat there taking in the old sea dogs words. “Yah see lass... Davy Jones was once a living breathing man. But he fell in love with a woman. Dey where te be wed. But on ‘is wedd’n day she left him fer another man.”
“Thats so sad. What happened next?” Jessa was entranced. She took every word in. It was such a tragic tale. Gibbs looked pleased with himself for getting her attention. He usually just got weird looks from the fiery teen.
“Well Lass I’ll tell ye what ‘appned.” Gibbs paused for effect. “Poor Davy’s heart was broken and he couldn’t bear de ‘orrible pain it caused ‘em. So he cut it out.” He jerked his hand in a cutting motion and made Jessa jump and rub were her heart lay. “He locked it away in a chest and buried it. No one knows where da key be. But now he haunts these waters, making souls become his crew. His ship be da Flying Dutchman. And his crew is all of sea phantoms. Davy Jones ‘emself is part of de see. So he looks like da sea.” Gibbs took another swig of rum. “It be getting late lass. Me off to be bunk. Night Lass,” and he disappeared below deck.
Jessa clambered back up to the crows nest and sat down. She loved it up there. It was like her thoughtful spot. And she felt like she was flying when she was so high above the ship and the ocean.
“I wonder why Jack wants to find the key. Seems like a foolish ambition. Poor Davy Jones. Having lost the person he loved most. That must have been painful.”
And with that on her mind she let the sound of the sea carry her away into a deep sleep. Her dreams that night consisted of sea phantoms, a chest, and a flying dutchman.
Chapter Three: His Treasure
Once Jack had closed his cabin doors, thrown his hat and coat on a peg he plopped down in a chair and stared at the elegantly painted map of the whole Caribbean Islands. He slowly unfolded the piece of cloth that had taken him so long to get his hands on. In a way this was the key to getting the key of his salvation. And his daughters.
Jessa. Smart and beautiful Jessa. She was the most beautiful treasure in the whole Caribbean. At least in Jack’s opinion.
The 16 year-old had chin length soft midnight black hair. Her eyes the color of healthy brown. Her Jamaican traits shown clearly in her slightly accented voice and her light mocha skin. But though she didn’t have much of her fathers looks she had his quick tongue and sharp mind. She was gaining a respectable vocabulary of words that were meant for the opportune moment. In other words she was gaining a vocabulary of opportune words.
Jessa always wore black pants that ended just were her brown leather boots began. She liked wearing loose shirts with a cloth half corset to keep it from bagging out around her and getting in the way. His daughter always wore that old leather belt that he had given to her when she was five. On that belt she had small sword there. It wasn’t fancy or anything but it served its purpose. But tucked into that belt was a pair of Spanish dual pistols. Which Jack noticed she polished and reloaded them often. She also kept a little brass spy glass on her belt.
But her most prized possession, which Jack had asked personally, was the silver heart shaped locket/music box. The song played a joyous melody. Jessa had played it many times while sitting in the crow’s nest. Which the crew had decided to dub as The Fledgling’s Perch because Jessa spent as much time as she could up there. But the most beautiful part of the locket was the carved face of Tia Dalma on the front. Tia’s face was much younger. In fact it was of Tia when she was younger.
Jack loved his secret wife so much. The reason for it being secret was because Jack had many enemies and if they knew he was married, it would be his family they would go after first. And the only people on the Pearl that knew Jessa’s last name and that they were father and daughter was Jacks first mate, Mr.Gibbs and the midget Marty.
Yes Jessa was Jack’s one and only true treasure. As he walked out to the deck he grabbed a woolen blanket and clambered up the ropes to the crow’s nest. As he had expected Jessa had once agian fallen asleep up here. Her excuse, that the waves and her locket lulled her asleep.
Jack wrapped the blanket around Jessa tenderly. She stirred slightly but did not awaken. He bent down and kissed his daughters soft cheek lightly. “Sleep well Luv.” And he walked back to the Captains Quarters.
Jack quickly spun around the room in a frantic panic.
“Were’s the rum?”
Chapter Four: In to Deep
Jack whirled around the cabin in absolute panic. He was sure he had left his rum bottle on the desk before he went out to the deck.
“Ahh. There ya are mate.” Jack said in a satisfied tone.
Jack put the bottle to his lips, just waiting for that sweet bitter taste to run over his tongue. But nothing happened. He tipped it so it was completely vertical. And still not a single drop.
Jack threw the bottle to the wooden floor. The bottle shattering into a million tiny bits. “Why is the rum always gone?” He said in a sad, mournful tone. “The rum is always gone,” he huffed.
Once agian Jack made his way up deck, but not to go see Jessa, or quite like either. No he came stomping on the deck and shouting curses about his Rum Happy crew. Surprisingly enough he didn’t wake up his daughter.
“The rum is always gone? ” Why is the rum ALWAYS GONE?” Jack stompped down to the cargo hold and went to where they stowed the rum.
Upon reaching the 'rum' hold he unlocked the old door and stepped in. He shivered slightly and wrapped his coat tighter around him and picked one of the lit lanterns from its place on a pillar.
After a while of searching Jack spotted a bottle near the floor. He pulled it out and put it to his lips, though still not getting a swig of his priecous rum he got a mouthful of...sand. He sputted and spit the specks of grainy sand from his mouth.
Times run out
Jack jumped dropping the sand bottle. The shattering sound of glass echoed like the graity low voice that had come out of nowhere
Jack timidly lifted the lantern to his face and walked even more timidly around the hold. He recognized the voice was what baffled him He saw a hunched figure in a darker corner, if possible, of the hold and crept over speaking in a hushed tone.
Bootstrap?...Bill Turner?...
The light that the lantern cast fell upon the figure and it straightened looking Jack in the face. The 'man' was a sight that made sore eyes sore Half-man, half-sea monster...maybe? He had things crawling on him and a starfish attached to the right side of his face
When Jack figured this...thing couldn’t talk he turned, that was when it spoke, the voice sounding gravely and hard
You look good Jack. he said smirking and sea water falling from his mouth.
Jack turned and examined him closer, winching at the fact that it was his old mate, Bootstrap Bill Tuner.
Is this a dream? Jack asked visibly disturbed.
Bootstrap looked at him as if he was slightly insane and simply answered, No...
I thought not, Jack said frowning and straightening. Otherwise there'd be rum... Jack trailed off wishfully.
As if on cue Bootstrap lifted a sea-crusted bottle to Jack, who reluctantly, yet eagerly pried it away from Bill's stiff-jointed fingers. Jack dusted off the bottles mouth and took a couple of swigs.
I see ye got the Pearl back, Bill said in a conversational tone as he observed the hold in which he and Jack occupied at the present.
Jack handed the rum to Bill, who received it just as eargerly as Jack and took a swig. I had some help on retrieving it to be honest, Jack said smiling at Bill, who looked at him questioningly.
Jack answered willingly eager, Your son , he said pointing to simply make his point much more known.
Bill looked in slight disbelief at Jack for a moment or two and said slowly William?... So he became a pirate after all. Bill shook his head, then looked back at Jack. The Pearl feels a tad younger Jack...it only does that when young 'uns are aboard. Bill's face had lightened up from it pastey blue color at hopes his son was on board, but Jack understood and shook his head
Nay mate, though I tried to convince your boy o' stay'n on me ship, he refused. Tis be me daughter that ye be calling a young un'. Jack said smiling brightly. He had trusted Bill with his secret before the mutiny and so had no qualms in telling him so.
But Bill's face turned a few shades darker than its original deadly blue color. Jack... he said in a sad voice, Jessa's life is in jeopardy on this here ship... Jack looked at him cluelessly.
Times run out for you and the Pearl. Bill stated coldly, Jack backed up paling What ye mean mate? He asked holding his hands out to his side with a semi clueless look.
He sent me... said Bill standing up and walking towards Jack, who was losing his cluelessness quickly and dread dawned on his features. So he shang-highed you as well? he said trying to start a conversation agian.
But Bill shook his head and continued advancing I chose it Jack.
Ye didn’t have to mate... but Bill cut him off in his sentence and his escape route to the holds door and was no mere inches from his face. Ye'r times run out Jack, his foul beast wont stop until you are either on that ship or in the locker
Jack barred his teeth in anger and fear What be the appointed time in which he unleashes said terrible beastie? Bill leaned closer to Jack I already told you Jack... he slapped one of Jacks out stretched hands Times run out
With that Bootstrap turned and headed out the holds wall as Jack stared dumbly at his palm. A disturbing black ink spot spread across it and Bill's voice rang out once agian.
Think of your daughter.
And then was gone.
Chapter Five: Land Ho
Jessa stretched leisurely in the 'Fledgling’s Perch', sighing contently. The rough sea winds blew her midnight hair into her face and she swatted the strands away but to no avail. She untied a blue piece of cloth from around her arm and tied it around her head to decrease her rebellious hair getting in her face.
Yoho, yoho a pirates life for me... She sang above a whisper, the sound floating lazily with the wind.
Jessa had not slept long the night before. She had Jack to thank on that one. It had been a rough six hours after her father had come up on deck screaming his head off for 'movement', proclaiming that Mr Gibbs set course to 'land', at the speed of 'run' and she was exhausted
She was worried to top things off, Jack had turned from looney to insane in a little over five minutes she figured. For when he had stomped down to the cargo hold, ranting and raving he was normal, but he had come back up looking like he had seen a ghost and saying that the devil himself was chasing after them.
But that had just been last night and this morning he seemed fine when Jessa scurried down the rigging and headed for the galley for her morning rations. Fine enough in fact that he came up to her and gave her hug Which was something Jack did not normally do... to anyone.
Mornin' luv, he said untangling himself from the rope one of the crewmembers had left sprawled all over the deck.
Morning Captain, fine day for being out at sea is it not? She asked helping him up off the deck smiling cheerily. She noticed that the three-cornered hat that he always wore was not on his head, thus she was rightfully...curious.
Captain may I inquire at to the were abouts of your hat? she asked following him up to helm. Jack must have not heard her because when he turned around he jumped back a bit and was rubbing his left hand obsessively.
What? he asked looking as though nothing was out of place and as if Jessa had just addressed him.
Weres your hat Jack? Jessa said slowly.
He thought for a moment as if looking for a best way to answer and finally pointed to the pet of the ship, The Undead Monkey Jack. Ask the monkey luv, he said walking off to his quarters and closing the door behind him.
Jessa shrugged and retrieved a semi-hard biscuit, a lump of cheese and a bottle of water from the Pearls cook. The man was around five feet, five inches and he had graying brown hair. He was a bit on the chubby side with a belly to prove it and had a grisly beard. He went by the name Pot Belly Thomas but Jessa called him Mr. Pot because of the small pot he wore on his belt.
Fine day is it not lass? he asked in a gruff tone. In his younger days he had smoked a pipe and his voice now suffered for it.
She nodded sitting on top of a barrel and taking a swig from her bottle Aye it tis be a very fine day. Shame Captain's locked himself in his cabin though, She said sighing and biting into her biscuit.
Thomas nodded and started chopping up an onion, dinners on the Pearl where the only cooked meal of the day and it was always something wonderful. Jessa watched him work silently munching on her breakfast and saving her water for the work ahead.
Need any help Mr. Pot? she asked coming to stand next to him, observing his technique of chopping the onion.
Sure ting lass, grab a knife and start peeling them taters in the barrel to my right. Thomas said indicating to the barrel with a twitch of his head and putting the finished onion into the stew pot.
Jessa did as asked and got to work on the brown 'taters', all was silent for a good half hour when Thomas broke it with his baritone voice Has a young 'un like yerself ever heard of 'The Sword of Fire an' Stone'? he said looking at her with a lifted eyebrow.
She shook her head and replied, no never heard of it Sir. Should I have heard of it?
Thomas shrugged and started cutting some pork into small squares. Just askin' lass... he trailed off sounding like he was hiding something. Now with Jessa being 16 an all she was naturally curious and didn’t like it when some one kept something from her knowledge, which was something she was always willing to expand. So Thomas was not surprised when two minutes later he heard her quite, soft voice pieced the silence.
What about this sword Thomas? Her voice was full of eager curiosity.
The old cook smiled while dumping the pork squares in along with the onion and sat down next to her and began dicing the taters that she had finished.
De sword Im talking about lass is a sword of unknown origin and mysterious sires... Tis be said that the sword can light up like fire or turn as hard as stone. But that is only a tall tail, a good friend o' mine said that his father had seen it once and said it was as tough as stone and stung like fire. He paused for breath and Jessa picked up another tater and began peeling.
But that is not whats important about it, ye see? Thomas asked looking at her, she nodded in response What be important is that it is said to be able to... destroy or kill de... he trailed off, a look on his face that looked like he had scorched his tongue. Jessa was to into the story for it to be over, so with a look of anguish on her face she turned to him saying Destroy what? What is it?
Thomas shrugged off his goose bumps and continued in a hushed tone De Dragon Lady His eyes where wide as if frightened yet not at the same time, though Jessa had a look that plainly said 'What'. The old cook sat up straight and cleared his throat.
Tis be said that a Chinese Captain by the name of Sao Feng has position of an ancient mythological being that has the form of a mature woman but has the abilities of a fierce dragon He said this in a loud hissing tone that made Jessa jump with unexpected fright.
What does this Dragon Lady have anything to do with the sword? Jessa said picking herself up off the floor, though she remained standing.
As the legend goes lass, de sword is only able to be wielded by a chosen mortal and is also said to be able to pierce the hide of the Dragon Lady. He stood and dumped the cut up taters into the pot, added a mixture of spices and herbs and stirred the brew. But a lass like yerself should not go asking around about such things...it would bring an unbalance to the Pearl.
Jessa looked confused but nodded Aye sir, I wont do such a thing, you have my word as an honest sailor. Thomas merely chuckled and watched the child head for the deck. Such a lovely lass she was. She would make a fine sailor, and perhaps one day a fine young gentleman a lovely wife. The girl wasn’t meant for the life of pirating and the consequences it reaped, hopefully she would see that before something happened.
Jessa hung from the rigging that afternoon contemplating what Ol' Thomas had told her. From what she could tell there was still an unfinished tale and she was curious, but she remembered his warning and soon forgot the urge of inquiring. She took her bottle from her belt and drank some more of her water, it was a bright day and the sun beat down unkindly.
Jessa made her way to the steps up to the foredeck and sat in the shadows that they cast below. She gingerly touched the silver chain around her neck and pulled out her locket. She traced her finger over it's soft surface and turned her thoughts to the soft melodious tune the gears of the music box produced.
She sighed and returned it to its place under her shirt and stood up pulling her spyglass from her belt and walking to the railing. She focused it on the horizon and swept across the ocean, taking in the calming effect that the swirling blue gave, but it was interrupted by a burst of green and brown. And that could only be one thing.
Land Ho
Chapter Six: Unknown Reasons
Jack was sulking in his chair, he had been this way since he had abandoned Jessa in the galley that morning. He couldn't shake the cold from is little encounter with Bootstrap last night. Times run out Jack pulsed through his mind making it throb with pain. It had been thirteen years since Jack had spoke, heard or saw The Flying Dutchman and it's unusual captain.
His head lulled to one side, sleep trying to consume his aching head but a voice pierced the calming silence, Land Ho
Jack jumped from his seat and dashed out of the cabin and onto the sun covered deck. He saw Jessa standing at the starboard rail looking through her spyglass, which was fixed on a lump of green and brown on the horizon.
Aye tis be land, Gibbs said coming to stand beside Jack.
Jack stood there slightly bouncing up and down, they had made it Land, oh glorious land Jack couldn't wait to set foot on solid ground and hopefully he wouldn't be found by Jones.
Jessa turned from the rail and returned the spyglass to her belt Good afternoon Cap'n, seems like ye decided to join us today. She said smiling and a bit of pirate slang entering her vocabulary.
Jack smiled Oi Mister Gibbs
Aye Sir?
It seems as if our little bird be getting the hang o' talkin' pirate, He said this wrapping his arm around his daughters shoulders and smiling at her. She returned the gesture and smiled at her father.
Gibbs walked off smiling, those two looked so much alike If Jessa had longer hair and a piece of cloth around her head she would be the female version of her father.
So luv, Jack said turning to face the rail agian and keeping hold on his daughter. What say you to telling me the estimated time of arrival on that there island? He lowered his voice in a secretive whisper, because I hear tell that ye're spyglass is no ordinary spyglass. Jessa smiled and replied in the same tone, I hear tell that your compass is no ordinary compass. She raised her right eyebrow to further indicate her point.
Jack chuckled and parted their embrace, Ye hear true Jessa, but question is are you going to tell me when we are going to get there or not? His face became stern but his eyes were gleaming.
Jessa rolled her head from side to side looking at the front of her spyglass. This was a unique spyglass, it had been a going away gift from her mother. It was able to see 10 leagues away and it had a way of telling the estimated time of arrival. Oh about eight more hours Jack. She said in a decisive tone.
You’re a diamond luv, and Jack walked back to his cabin walking calmly.
Jessa watched her father go with a smile on her face, to her, her father had a certain charm to him. From his wobbly gate to his dreadlock hair. Though she couldn't help but wonder what life would be like if her parents were actually married and they all lived together.
That can't happen Jessa, she told herself. Jack is meant for the pirate life and mother is meant for life on land. They could never give up their lives.
But a contradicting voice spoke up, But what about you? Shouldn't they think about whats good for you?
Jessa shook her head, No. I want them to be happy. I would do anything to make them happy.
Well hopefully it aint your funeral they're going to be attending, just because you wanted them happy.
Jessa felt confused, Meaning? she asked the voice critically.
Meaning that the thing that would make them happy would be you staying alive. Don’t do anything stupid for them basically.
Jessa simply shrugged at turned to different thoughts. She climbed back to the crows nest to get some sleep, her locket creating a soothing lullaby as she drifted into dreams.
When Jessa woke up the sun was setting and the crew was working on securing the Pearl to the beach. The beach Jessa looked around taking in her surroundings, they were in fact on dry land. The ship had been literally beached The tide was low and the crew was busy hammering stakes deep into the sand and tying lines to keep the ship in place.
Once she was on dry land she went to find Jack, when she didn't find Jack she went to find Gibbs. She succeeded in finding him, he was giving orders and talking with Marty.
Mister Gibbs, do ye know were Jack is?
He smiled and shook his head, Fraid not lass
The teen sighed in exasperation, “Do ye have any inclination as to his were-abouts Mister Gibbs?” She asked in an irritable tone.
The first mate just shrugged “Nigh I don’t lass, but not four hours ago did he go into the trees to take care of some personal business if ye know what I mean.” Gibbs chuckled and returned to shouting orders
“AND IT TAKES FOUR BLOODY HOURS? ”
Gibbs looked at her like she was insane, “Lass if it makes ye feel any better I’ll send out some of thee crew to search for ‘im. But Jack be no fool, he’s probably taking a nap.” He walked past her, patting her shoulder in a comforting way and headed off to tell Leech and five other crewmen to go search for the Captain.
Jessa sighed in a bored manner and decided on taking a stroll down the beach.
When the sun had set and the moon was up Jessa returned to the mooring site. It was quite... to quite for her taste. She climbed up one of the ropes and landed with a soft thud.
“Cap’n Jack....Mister Gibbs?” She shouted. Her voice rang up and down the deck of the Pearl.
A fog had rolled in and Jessa was unable to see more than a few feet in front of herself. “Marty... Mister Cottons Parrot? Hello ”
Jessa searched the whole ship from stem to stern and found not a single member of the crew.
“They all must have gotten lost taking care of their personal business.” She said annoyed and rubbing her temples. She checked her pistols and touched her cutlass to make sure it was still there, she then grabbed a lantern and slid down the rope.
Jessa made her way into the tree’s and undergrowth, all the while urging herself to turn around and go back to the ship. But she kept going, and after a few hours when the sun was beginning to rise did she stop to rest.
“Were could they be?” She asked herself as she leaned against a tree. “They probably are back at the Pearl wondering were I am now.”
She got up from the tree to head back to the ship. She had kept a good sense of direction so she would be able to get back safely.
After ten minutes something caught her eye, it was a familiar looking leather canteen, and it was hanging on a branch. She picked it up and opened the lid, she reeled back at the all to familiar smell of rum.
“Mister Gibbs?”
She felt a searing pain jolt up her spine to her head and she passed out cold.
Chapter Seven: Enter Davy Jones
On white capped waves and moon lit swells a small boat bobbed helpless in the vast Caribbean Sea. Dark clouds dotted the night sky and told of a storm approaching to the Keeper of the Sea’s.
Fog had rolled in heavily that night on the ocean and Bootstrap Bill was preparing the Flying Dutchman for the oncoming storm. He was at the bow rolling up some lines when he saw a raven. “Thats odd. What is one o’ those doin’ out ‘ere?” Clanker sidled up to him while adding some rusted swords to a barrel by the railing “Not a clue Bootstrap but I do know that it’s a bad omen.” he shook his head chuckling “Poor unfortunate souls who get caught up in this storm aye?” Bill nodded but didn’t reply, he had a feeling in his gut that something bad would happen...something that would change all their lives for a very long time.
Jessa awoke to the sound of waves crashing and her feeling like she was being tossed around like a piece of drift wood. She tried sitting up but found that difficult with the constant movement and, she realized she was bound with crude rope and stuck inside a old fishing net. Jessa managed to sit up and screamed like a banshee when she saw what a mess she was in.
She was in a crude, very, very small boat that barely held her and its brim was just inches from the water line. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Not even close, what sent fear into Jessa right down to her very core was the fact she was in this pathetic craft in the middle of the worst storm she had ever seen.
Jessa struggled with her bonds frantically, trying to free herself. When she had managed to wiggle out of the bonds around her hands a huge wave crashed down on top of her. It send her reeling in the dark grey, hungry sea... still in the fishnet.
It was Hadras who first spotted the little boat capsize and disappear into the deep with some one in it. “OI Dar be some ‘un out there ” he hollered. Some of the Dutchman’s crew ran to the side, Bill was one of them. His keen eyesight caught sight of some one struggling in the waves and looked as if bound by something. He looked closer and panicked. How the blazes was Jack’s daughter out here in the middle of the ocean in this cursed storm? With out a thought of the consequences he dived into the swelling sea and swam hard for the girl.
Jessa was fighting the urge to breath as she was tossed in the deep abyss of this stormy sea. She couldn’t find which way was up or down, right or left. She began to panic, grabbing and yanking on the net that constricted her to move properly. Her last bit of air escaped her mouth and she drifted off into darkness, but in her semi-conscious state she felt a strong pair of arms grab onto her and drag her up to the surface.
Once both emerged from the sea’s depths both inhaled loudly, Jessa clutched onto who ever it was that had saved her, grateful to live another minute. Bootstrap felt bad of having to bring this girl on the Dutchman but he would have felt worse if he had simply let her drown. Clanker dashed to the side were his friend was floating by and threw him a rope, which Bootstrap grabbed onto. The crew members that had been standing by all grabbed onto the rope and began to haul Bootstrap and the person in his arms up the side of the ship. When Bill placed his feet on the deck Jimmylegs, the Dutchman’s Bo’sun, threw what...who ever it was in the net out of his arms and hauled Bill by the collar to the mast. Jimmylegs was about to bring down his whip when a thunk and a thud resounded throughout the ships whole.
“Whot’s goin’ un’ here-ah? ” Shouted the feared Captain of the Flying Dutchman as he stepped up on deck.
The startled crew moved out of Davy Jones’ way leading to the mast, angry Bo’sun and the accused Bill Turner. Jimmylegs glared and pointed at Bootstrap “He tried jumpin’ ship Cap’n. Only came back cause he couldn’t handle the swells.” he grinded out.
Jones’ tentacles had already been writhing when he had stepped out of his cabin, but now they had tied themselves in knots, some were even yanking at the knots trying to get them out. He turned his cold blue eyes on Bill “Is this-ah true Mr. Turna?” he said snorting.
Bootstrap shook his head and bowed his head in respect to his captain, Jones knitted his brows together and lit his pipe “Then whot’s ye’re version of ting’s Swab?” he said in a unpleasant tone. Bootstrap swallowed and swatted Hadras’ hand away, he walked past his crewmembers and captain, heading for the small rise in the Dutchman’s deck . Jones’ followed none to far behind but the crew stayed put, his eyes widened in surprise and hatred when Bill turned the person on it’s back and revealed a young girl tied in a fish net.
“I saw the lass out in the storm Captain. She would have surely died if I hadn’t saved her.” Bill explained, but he felt horrible now that she was on here. Jones was sure to, at best kill her, or at worst pressgang the girl.
Just when one of the two men were about to say something, she stirred gasping for breath and then starring wide eyed up Davy Jones.
 Irish Pirate Queen · Wed Feb 21, 2007 @ 12:24pm · 0 Comments |
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