Captain Jack Sparrow woke up to the sound of laughter.
"Bloody hell, what are they doing this early in the morning?!" Pulling on his overcoat and his hat, he warbled toward the door.
"Really now." He said under his breath as he opened his cabin door.
"What are you all doing?!?!?" he yelled.
"Celebrating the capture of the Black Pearl!" Gibbs exclaimed.
"Again? Now really.." Jack said somewhat sarcastically before he was pulled into the crowd.
It wasn't long before the Black Pearl came to dock at port. Everyone scrambled off in order to find more Rum, and God knows what. Jack, eyeing the prostitutes, ran off quickly, leaving no one in charge of watching the ship. No one noticed the tan girl climb aboard.
The next morning, Catherine lay awake listening to the sleeping crew above. Her long blonde hair was tangled and matted against her neck and back. Her alert, piercing green eyes seemed to glow through the darkness of the hold. She sat upright.
"What was that?" She thought to herself. "Footsteps. Oh, great." With her head held high, she stared at the ladder. A man came down, humming gently to himself. He turned around and noticed her immediately. "Well, well, well. Hey guys! You gotta come see this!" Four or five other men scrambled down the ladder and into the already crowded hold. They slowly charged at her. One, grabbing her wrists, tied them roughly with rope. The other gagging her with cloth ripped from his grimy shirt. She didn't give them an easy time though. If fifteen years on the streets didn't teach her anything about how to defend herself, she didn't know what could. Alas, six pirates to one woman didn't give her the best odds. They carried her onto the main deck and awaited for their captain. Jack emerged from his quarters looking like he just woke up. Eyeing the girl, he spoke to her gruffly. "Your name, Miss?" He asked almost sarcastically. She just glared.
"Ah, a brave one we have here, fellas." "My, my, she is gorgeous,
though." He shook his head. "She trespassed; remember that." He told
himself.
"Ok, here's the deal. You tell me you're name, and I won't let
them..how should I say it.play. with you. Savvy?" he smirked. "Take
the gag off her, if you will, Gibbs."
"Catherine. Cat." She spit the words at him.
"Ok, then, Cat. What would a beautiful girl like you being doing in
the hold of my ship? I know it's beautiful, but.." He drifted away, thinking about his struggle to regain control of the Pearl. "Oh, right, sorry about that." Cat merely looked at him, her teeth clenched. Her gaze drifted back down to the floor. Jack extended a finger, put it to her chin and raised her head up so that she was eye level with him.
"Surely you must have a reason." He spoke calmly. He slowly ran his
finger across her lips. She bit the air, trying to crush his finger between her teeth.
"Fiesty one we have here, boys. Take her back to the hold." He shot her a sly smile as he watched her struggle with her holders.
"Goodnight, Cat." He whispered to no one.
"Bloody hell, what are they doing this early in the morning?!" Pulling on his overcoat and his hat, he warbled toward the door.
"Really now." He said under his breath as he opened his cabin door.
"What are you all doing?!?!?" he yelled.
"Celebrating the capture of the Black Pearl!" Gibbs exclaimed.
"Again? Now really.." Jack said somewhat sarcastically before he was pulled into the crowd.
It wasn't long before the Black Pearl came to dock at port. Everyone scrambled off in order to find more Rum, and God knows what. Jack, eyeing the prostitutes, ran off quickly, leaving no one in charge of watching the ship. No one noticed the tan girl climb aboard.
The next morning, Catherine lay awake listening to the sleeping crew above. Her long blonde hair was tangled and matted against her neck and back. Her alert, piercing green eyes seemed to glow through the darkness of the hold. She sat upright.
"What was that?" She thought to herself. "Footsteps. Oh, great." With her head held high, she stared at the ladder. A man came down, humming gently to himself. He turned around and noticed her immediately. "Well, well, well. Hey guys! You gotta come see this!" Four or five other men scrambled down the ladder and into the already crowded hold. They slowly charged at her. One, grabbing her wrists, tied them roughly with rope. The other gagging her with cloth ripped from his grimy shirt. She didn't give them an easy time though. If fifteen years on the streets didn't teach her anything about how to defend herself, she didn't know what could. Alas, six pirates to one woman didn't give her the best odds. They carried her onto the main deck and awaited for their captain. Jack emerged from his quarters looking like he just woke up. Eyeing the girl, he spoke to her gruffly. "Your name, Miss?" He asked almost sarcastically. She just glared.
"Ah, a brave one we have here, fellas." "My, my, she is gorgeous,
though." He shook his head. "She trespassed; remember that." He told
himself.
"Ok, here's the deal. You tell me you're name, and I won't let
them..how should I say it.play. with you. Savvy?" he smirked. "Take
the gag off her, if you will, Gibbs."
"Catherine. Cat." She spit the words at him.
"Ok, then, Cat. What would a beautiful girl like you being doing in
the hold of my ship? I know it's beautiful, but.." He drifted away, thinking about his struggle to regain control of the Pearl. "Oh, right, sorry about that." Cat merely looked at him, her teeth clenched. Her gaze drifted back down to the floor. Jack extended a finger, put it to her chin and raised her head up so that she was eye level with him.
"Surely you must have a reason." He spoke calmly. He slowly ran his
finger across her lips. She bit the air, trying to crush his finger between her teeth.
"Fiesty one we have here, boys. Take her back to the hold." He shot her a sly smile as he watched her struggle with her holders.
"Goodnight, Cat." He whispered to no one.