I wake up in a dark, damp jail cell. "Where the hell am I?" I mutter.
"Ah, you're awake!" Jack says.
I sit up, rubbing my head. "Yes. What happened? I don't remember a thing."
"He shoved you off the board. You hit the ground pretty hard and blacked out," Jack explains.
"How'd we end up here?" I ask.
"I cheated and used my gun. I was about to shoot my way out, but the bloody drunk blacksmith happened to wake up and knocked me out," he replies.
I lean my head against the stone wall, smiling. "Wonderful," I chuckle sarcastically. "Now how are we getting out of this one?"
"I have no idea, love."
Without anything to do, I return my memories.
I had just finished watching my crew die. My eyes were red of tears. I never cry. It takes a lot to get me to tear up, let alone bawl.
I was standing near the rail, staring off at the sea. The sky was dark and there were thousands of stars, clouding the sky.
When I was young, my mother and father had told me that each star represented a good soul who died. They're name would be immortal. My crew is now up there with the stars. After my father died at sea, my mother had gone insane. I was beaten and threatened nearly every day for seven years until I ran away. But that was a whole other story.
"Are you alright, love?" I turn around to see Jack Sparrow.
"I'm fine," I say, wiping my eyes. My voice is emotionless.
"You;'re staying in the Captain's quarters, if you were wondering. Seeing that as you're used to being a Captain," he says.
"Why do you want me here?" I ask.
"You're Eve Freeman - feared across the seas," he says simply.
"If you think that you can get someone to pay ransom for me, you're wrong. My crew is dead and there's no one left that cares about me," I say.
"That's not what I had in mind. You're beautiful, fiesty, charming and I want you around," he says.
I roll my eyes. "I hope you realize that I'm not a whore either."
He rolls his eyes. "I hope you realize that I'm not an assulter of women, love. Besides, I'd rather have you on my side that against me."
I smile weakly and lean a little too far against the rail and fall over. My eyes widen in fear, but I don't cry out. I hold onto the rail, determind not to fall in. When I'm scared, I don't scream or cry. Instead, fear paralizes me. I can't talk, I can't move, I'm stuck and can do nothing about it. And that's what's happening right now.
"Grab my hand, love," Jack shouts to me. I look at his hand for a second. I had a choice. I could grab his hand and live, or not and join my crew in the stars. Thinking this through, I grab his hand and he pulls me up.
Breathing heavily, I lay down on the deck. "You've had quite the day, love," he says, chuckling.
"I'm going to bed," I say, finally mustering the strength to speak again.
I walk into the Captain's quarters and search the cabin for any nightgowns. I find one surprisingly and pull off my clothes. Before I slip into the dress, I brush my fingers across my back. The back that was abused every single day for seven years. I have the scars to prove it. Every whip lash, every knife cut is there. Only covered. I got a tattoo. It's of a pirate ship. Every line covers a scar. If you look closely, you can see the scars that still hurt if you touch them.
Sighing, I slip the nightgown on and climb into the bed. I'm just about to close my eyes when the door opens.
Jack steps in, covering his eyes. "You're decent right?" he asks.
"Yes," I say, confusedly. Jack takes off his coat and climbs into the bed next to me.
"What are you doing?" I ask, sitting up.
"Well, love, this is my ship which makes me Captain which makes the Captain's quarters mine. So that makes you a guest," he says.
I sigh and lay back down. I can't sleep, now. Not with a pirate next to me. I keep my eyes wide open.
"You know love, I'm not going to take advantage of you. So you can actually sleep," he says. Damn, he's smart.
"What makes me think I can trust you?" I ask.
"For starters, I haven't killed you. I spared your life and saved it and I hardly even know you."
"What is there to know?" I ask.
"Well for starters, where are you from?" he asks.
"Port Royal," I answer.
"That's interesting," he says. "You don't seem like the type."
"What does that mean?" I ask.
"Not many pirates hang out near Port Royal. It's an island of execution," he answers.
"Do you really want to know my story?" I ask.
"Yes," he replies.
"My mother and father were first class people. My father was part of the Royal Navy and my mother was a kind woman with a kind heart. My father died when I was nine. Something inside her must have snapped. She blamed me for his death. Every day she said that it should have been me and that it was all my fault. She beat me with knives and whips. My back has the scarring to prove it. After seven years of this, I couldn't take it. I bartered a ride to Tortuga and never looked back. Eventually, I got my ship and then you destroyed it."
He doesn't say anything. "Can I see you're scars?"
"No."
"Why not?" he asks.
"They're personal. I never told anyone this story except you, so you better keep you're mouth shut," I say.
"Please?"
"Nope."
"Pretty please?" he pleads.
"Go to bed, Jack," I say, closing my eyes.
"Goodnight, love," he says.
"Goodnight," I say under my breath.
My thoughts are rudely inturuppted by cannon fire. I open my eyes. Wow, it's already dark. Time flies.
"I know those cannons," Jack says, standing up and looking out the window.
"It's the Pearl," I whisper in amazement.
"I've heard stories of the Black Pearl. She's raided islands for ten years. No survivors," a man in the cell next to us says.
"No survivors?" Jack inquires, looking at the man. "Then where do all the stories come from, I wonder?"
We continue watching the pirates raid Port Royal. My thoughts instantly go to the girl Jack rescued earlier. She had the pirate medallion on.
"The medallion," I whisper to Jack. "They're after the pirate medallion. The governor's daughter had it on."
Jack's about to say something, when he shoves me to the ground just when a cannon flies into the wall. It creates a hole into the cell next to us, but leaves ours untouched. We watch sadly while all of the prisnors minus us escape.
It's a long night of cannon fire, screams of innocent people and pirate cackles. Jack and I lay down on the cell floor. He puts his arm around me and pulls me in tightly. I don't think I could have made it through the night without him.
A/N : Sorry if this chapter is kinda boring. The next few ones will be more interesting. They'll also include how Eve first met Jack. That's mostly what this chapter was, as you can tell. I hope all of you who are reading this are enjoying it. I'm having fun writing it.
Btw, if you like it, comment or something. I want to know what you think.
~Capt. Jane Sparrow ;) XD