Tale of a Sparrow
Melora's Discovery
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of the
By: SparrowKiller
Disclaimer:
I do
not own Pirates of the
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A/N:
having a romance, before anyone can ask.
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Chapter
One: Melora’s Discovery
evening around sunset, Melora Flynn, aged twenty-five, was strolling down the
stretch of beach near her home on the
lying on the beach with long dark dreadlocks, a red bandana, tan skin, a ripped
white shirt, gray breeches no shoes, and through the holes in his shirt, she
could see dozens of bruises, burns, and scratches. It took a couple
minutes for Melora to recognize the man. It was Captain Jack
Sparrow. Melora crept up to the unconscious
captain, and gently poked his arm with her index finger.
“Are you
allright, sir?” she asked.
Jack made
no response.
She poked
him a few more times, and still she received no answer from him. Knowing
that leaving him on the beach wouldn’t be the best thing in the world, Melora
half carried, half dragged Jack into her house.
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When she
laid Jack in one of her guest rooms, she decided to throw his shredded shirt in
the scrap bag. Then, she tended to his wounds. There was nothing
she could do for his bruises, but she had a few salves for his burns and
scratches. After she put the salves away, she came back into the room.
Captain
Sparrow, what happened to you, she thought, before going into her older
brother Bernard’s room, to get a spare shirt for the pirate.
Melora came
back to Jack’s room, and carefully pulled the shirt on Jack, being careful not to
disturb his wounds.
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Within a
few hours, Melora was putting one of her salves on Jack’s arms, when she looked
up and saw a pair of dark brown eyes staring at her in confusion.
“My name’s
Melora Flynn. You’re Captain Jack Sparrow, aren’t you?” she said,
dropping his arm.
Jack slowly
nodded his head.
“I got you
a new shirt. Your old one was practically in rags,” she added.
Jack looked
down at his shirt, feeling the newness of it with his hands.
“Do you
know how you came to be on this island?” Melora asked.
Once again,
Jack nodded.
“Can you
tell me?” she asked.
This time,
Jack shook his head.
Wondering
why he wasn’t talking, she said, “Does it have something to do with these?”
She pointed
at a long scratch on his arm.
Jack
nodded, sticking to his strange vow of silence.
“Would you
like to stay here, until other arrangements can be made?” she asked.
Jack
thought about it for a few seconds then nodded.
“All right. I’ll see you in a few hours. I’ve
got lots to do,” Melora told him, exiting the room.
After
Melora left, Jack went to sleep.