Give Me Vengeance If Not Love
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,876
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
three
THREE
Jack came to with one hell of a headache. His mouth full of leather and he hung by his wrists. His first thought was he was dreaming. Then he tried to move and all at once his body came alive with the mixture of fear and pain and confusion. He had a hazy recollection of a beautiful woman, what was her name? Gabrielle… ah yes… the vixen… was much more dangerous then her piercing gray eyes had let on and now Captain Jack Sparrow was trapped. But how had she managed to capture him? The bitch had drugged him. Was she working for Norrington? No, no Jack deducted, if she were working for Norrington he'd have woken in a jail cell. He tried to look around and remembered where he was… bloody hell… he thought, he was in Tortuga where nobody would be looking for him. Because everyone he knew would assume he was snuggled up with the beauty he'd walked out of the Faithful Bride with and would not worry about him. So why had she captured him? What did she have planned for him? He'd never met her before, he would remember a beautiful woman like that, so why did she have it out for him? He knew he would have his answers and he knew he would not like them. Jack groaned and tried to be brave… but his imagination was too strong so he decided that it would be better to do his best not to panic. But the longer he hung there in the silence and the ever growing darkness his mind and his will faltered so he began to struggle. Jack gave up soon; with even his legs rendered useless to him he knew he was just expending energy he should be saving. He tried to force the leather from his mouth, but the rag holding it in place was tied tight as if it had been placed there angrily. The woman had a score to settle it seemed. Jack heard the key in the lock finally, and debated as to what he should do; pretend to be still out or not? He settled upon the latter.
He had to strain his neck but he finally was able to see his captor. She descended the stairs staring at him intently. She was still just a beautiful as she'd been last night but her face was angrier. He saw that she wore a sword. He looked down and found his own sword and pistol gone. She was walking toward him. He groaned behind the gag. The vixen smiled.
"Good morning," she said to him. "I hope yer well rested," she purred.
Jack frowned and furrowed his eyebrows. What did she want with him?
Jack came to with one hell of a headache. His mouth full of leather and he hung by his wrists. His first thought was he was dreaming. Then he tried to move and all at once his body came alive with the mixture of fear and pain and confusion. He had a hazy recollection of a beautiful woman, what was her name? Gabrielle… ah yes… the vixen… was much more dangerous then her piercing gray eyes had let on and now Captain Jack Sparrow was trapped. But how had she managed to capture him? The bitch had drugged him. Was she working for Norrington? No, no Jack deducted, if she were working for Norrington he'd have woken in a jail cell. He tried to look around and remembered where he was… bloody hell… he thought, he was in Tortuga where nobody would be looking for him. Because everyone he knew would assume he was snuggled up with the beauty he'd walked out of the Faithful Bride with and would not worry about him. So why had she captured him? What did she have planned for him? He'd never met her before, he would remember a beautiful woman like that, so why did she have it out for him? He knew he would have his answers and he knew he would not like them. Jack groaned and tried to be brave… but his imagination was too strong so he decided that it would be better to do his best not to panic. But the longer he hung there in the silence and the ever growing darkness his mind and his will faltered so he began to struggle. Jack gave up soon; with even his legs rendered useless to him he knew he was just expending energy he should be saving. He tried to force the leather from his mouth, but the rag holding it in place was tied tight as if it had been placed there angrily. The woman had a score to settle it seemed. Jack heard the key in the lock finally, and debated as to what he should do; pretend to be still out or not? He settled upon the latter.
He had to strain his neck but he finally was able to see his captor. She descended the stairs staring at him intently. She was still just a beautiful as she'd been last night but her face was angrier. He saw that she wore a sword. He looked down and found his own sword and pistol gone. She was walking toward him. He groaned behind the gag. The vixen smiled.
"Good morning," she said to him. "I hope yer well rested," she purred.
Jack frowned and furrowed his eyebrows. What did she want with him?