The Bend to Rue (Jack Sparrow fanfic)

chapter uh...4?

Hey guys, I don't think anyone has done this yet so I'm gonna go ahead and say this-

On my fanfictions, the story isn't mine. The idea of the fanfiction is, but most of the characters and some of the plot isn't- Does that make any sence? How ever, that doesn't mean you can copy it just willy-nilly.

Thanks, Jenni

P.s. I extended the chapter if you didn't read it or are confused, that's probably why...

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I woke up to more darkness. This time, however, it was just because it was dark in the room. The first thing I noticed this time was the bed. It was hard, but unlike the one from the other ship, felt like there were some feathers or cotton- something to try to help keep the unforgiving wood from bruising- or breaking as the case may be- anything.

"Woah, woah. Yer alright now. Everything's all right." Sparrow's voice soothed as he eased me back down.

"I-I thought-"

"I know. I know. Yer all right now, no one's gonna hurt ya Luv. Yer safe." My mind was reeling to much to contradict him just then. My throat felt like someone had shoved a bunch of cotton balls down it and poured some sand from the Sahara dessert instead. I coughed and a cup was brought to my lips. "Tha's a good girl." He said as I drank the sweetest water I'd ever had in my life. He started petting my hair, a soothing gesture my Dad used to do when I was upset about something- I couldn't help but tense. He was tired, his words slowed and he was relaxed and slow to take the cup away.

His hands stayed wrapped around me, but his breathing slowed. Soon he was fast asleep- with me trapped- and all to soon he was snoring. It was a soft snore, but in the otherwise silent room, it was like a peaceful morning in a meadow on a bright summer's day- interupted by a logging company.

In the morning I was alone. I got a good look at myself as the light came through the dirty windows. My wrists were heavily bandaged to the point where I could hardly move them. Bruises lined my fingers, arms- and I was sure there were more. I found a mirror, small and delicate, and looked at my face. I had several cuts and bruises- one at my hairline going down about a quarter inch, a split lip, and a cut on my cheek just under my right eye.

The captain came in as I was looking in the mirror, but I didn't notice as I brought a hand to my lip and then to the other cuts. I saw a brush and tried to grip it. I didn't have control of my face, but my hair HAD to be tamed. I had to have some control over something- "AH!" I cried as I dropped the heavy silver brush when my wrist screamed itself in agony. I gripped my wrist , holding it to my chest.

"I wouldn't do that." Sparrow said, causing me to gasp again and jump, giving him my full attention. He had a tray of food and mugs in his hands, but he sat that on the bed and came closer to me, causing me to shrink away. "I'm not going to hurt you." He reassured. He picked up the brush and gestured to the chair. "Sit." He said.

I cautiously sat back down and he began brushing my hair. I kept my head down and my hands in my lap, trying to stay completely still while still looking around the room. I vaguely remember something about calling this room a cabin, but .... well, you know how well I listened. It was a slow and agonizing process, but when he was finished the result was smoothe and silky hair that laid neatly over my shoulders and back. He offered his hand and lead me back to the bed, offering me the food.

I was starving, but waited until he ate something first. "It's not poisoned Ms. Ravens." He smiled, watching me take a bite.

We sat in silence until the food was cleaned from the plates, after that I thought it time to ask some of the very important questions. "Where am I?" I blurted.

"I thought we covered this earlier?" I stared at him, just waiting. "You are in the Caribbean aboard the Black Pearl."

"Where are we going?"

"A friend of mine's place- you'll like her."

"Am I a prisoner?"

"No, you may go anywhere on this ship with my accompaniment or another gentleman of my choosing."

"So, a prisoner then?"

"Luv, if you want to be a prisoner I have a lovely set of leaking cells in the brig." He put a hand on his hip, waiting for my answer this time.

"So, I'm a ...."

"Guest, you are a guest on my ship."

"Don't guests have their own rooms?" I looked around the dirty room- managing to make out a desk underneath piles of papers and stacks of crates filled with empty rum bottles.

"Your room is under construction at the moment." He turned at the sound of a knock on the door. "Yes, Mister Gibbs?" I couldn't hear much else as he shut the door behind him. I looked out of the windows and saw nothing but water, clear and blue and very much surrounding us in swells of up to twenty feet. I braced myself against the bed, trying to balance so I didn't fall, and tried to get a closer look out of the window.

The ship rocked and I started to fall backwards- only to land in someones arms. I looked up at the Captain, who smirked at me. "Falling for me already are we?"

"O-of course not!" I stuttered, hauling myself away from his muscles and man odor. My wrists protested the action and I gasped a bit and once again went falling -this time forward. Sparrow caught me and swung me so I landed on the bed instead of the more unforgiving floor.I sat up, pulling my torn and blood covered clothes so they covered me better.

"Looks like you could use some clothing." He smirked and I crossed my arms over myself, uncomfortable. He turned and kicked open a chest, revealing shirts and pants galore. "Normally, I have a strict policy on such matters." He muttered, ruffling through them and throwing a shirt, some pants, a pair of old boots, and a belt at me. I clawed the clothes off me- having been thrown more than I could catch- and laughing at his antics.

Another knock on the door had him hopping. As he answered that I went through the clothes, "Angel?" I looked up, "I thought you might want some water." He held the door open and in poured some crew members, several carrying a pitcher and a few were carrying a washtub. I stayed in a corner and waited 'til they were gone. "If you need any help, don't hesitate to call." He winked at me before closing the door behind him.

I blocked the keyhole with a chair by dragging it under the knob, furhter locking the door and blocking any onlookers. I then proceeded to undress and step into the warm tub. I could feel the salt as it stung into the cuts just mild enough to not need wrapping. I found more bruises on my body as well. I got as much blood and wood splinters out of my hair and off my battered body as I could. The water was very relaxing, but all to soon I had to get out and rebrace my wrists, which were screaming but the time I was done from rolling them around and the pressure and trying to get my clothes on. The wounds had actually opened again and were bleeding sluggishly.

I removed the chair and found the Captain unlocking the door. "All done?" I nodded as he took my wrists in his own rough hands. He hissed as I did when he touched them, even as gently as he was trying to be, his hands were still like sandpaper. "Come on. As He wrapped them once again I jerked and cried and hissed, they hurt so badly I was sure I was getting an infection, it took my mind away from everything else.

I'm actually going to cut this chapter into two parts. sorry.