A/N: Ok this is a little angsty fic I've been playing around with in my
head. It has absolutely nothing to do with my other story. If you're
looking for something happy and uplifting then..leave. This is not your
kind of story.I've got a feeling it's going to be very very very
depressing. I don't entirely know where this story is going and I'm not
going to give it as much attention as my other fic (if you want something
fun with a good plot go read Storm on the High Seas, my other more cheerful
story). However, I just felt like writing this so if you want to read it or
not it's completely your choice.
Remember I adore reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC. Please don't sue.
The girl stumbled and tripped over her torn and too-long skirt. With a groan she pulled herself out of the muck, and tried in vain to brush herself off. Why do I even bother to get up? She wondered, why don't I just give up and stay on the ground? Because I have to keep going, I have to get up when I fall, I have to keep hope, she tried to convince herself.
It was so hard though, dragging herself ever onwards. She had nowhere to go, no one to go to, in her heart she felt she was nobody.
People on the streets of Port Royal ignored her, or avoided her. All they saw was a ragged little wretch, gaunt and pale, her eyes haunted. Some called her insane, if they called her anything at all.
It was raining that day, pouring actually and the little bit of sunlight that managed to filter through the dense clouds was barely enough to see by. Most people stayed inside on days like these and there was little activity in the usually busy port.
The streets were muddy and slippery from all the water and once again, the girl fell. This time she did not get up, merely huddled on her side near a stone building and wept.
She did not even react when a stout pair of sea boots came into her line of vision. Only when the owner of the boots knelt down and placed two fingers on her throat did she glance up.
She stared into the face of a pirate, of that she could be certain. He was very tanned and smelled of rum and the sea. His hair was a mass of braids, dreadlocks and beads, held back by a red bandana. Deep, dark brown eyes, accented with kohl, gazed into her own green orbs with interest and...concern? She dismissed that last thought, why in the world would he be concerned for her. He was probably just curious.
"So ye are alive," remarked the pirate. "And why aren't ye gettin' up lass? The rain's not doin' ye any good."
"What's the point?" answered the girl, her eyes blank, "I'll only fall down again."
"Now there's a positive attitude," He said sarcastically, "How do ye know that?"
"From experience," she laid a hand on her ripped and muddy skirt.
The pirate gently pushed a lock of matted hair away from her face, "Do ye not have a home?"
The girl shook her head.
"Then come with me," he flashed a lopsided grin at her, "I don't have a home either but I at least have a room in an inn I'm renting."
What little was left of her pride flared to life, "I'm no whore." She stated.
The pirate snorted, "I never thought you were, most whores don't lie in the mud, weeping to attract a man. Here." He offered her his hand and gingerly she took it.
"Name's Jack Sparrow," mentioned her new companion as they walked. He had his arm supporting her, as she had apparently twisted her ankle in her fall.
When she didn't answer, Jack decided to press the matter, "and you..?"
"Nadie," she whispered.
"Nadie?" Jack considered this, "Spanish isn't it?"
"Yes," her tone was emotionless, "it means nobody, it's more of a nickname really. I don't think I have a real name."
Jack decided not to question her further.
When they got to the inn, Jack seated Nadie on the bed and told her to sleep.
"You need your rest, luv. That ankle won't heal itself."
She mumbled a quick thank you, seemingly unaccustomed to kindness and stretched herself out on the little cot. Jack nodded and turned to leave, when she tugged lightly on his sleeve.
"Why do you care about me?" asked Nadie, her dark green eyes seeming to see his very soul.
Jack shrugged, "Not sure exactly. Now sleep, I'll be back with food when you wake up."
Nadie nodded her assent, and drifted off to sleep, leaving Jack Sparrow with his thoughts.
Why did he care about her?
A/N: Well there it is, I may continue with this or I may not. *shrugs* It all depends on whether I get reviews for it or not. So if you like it, tell me. That is all.
Remember I adore reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC. Please don't sue.
The girl stumbled and tripped over her torn and too-long skirt. With a groan she pulled herself out of the muck, and tried in vain to brush herself off. Why do I even bother to get up? She wondered, why don't I just give up and stay on the ground? Because I have to keep going, I have to get up when I fall, I have to keep hope, she tried to convince herself.
It was so hard though, dragging herself ever onwards. She had nowhere to go, no one to go to, in her heart she felt she was nobody.
People on the streets of Port Royal ignored her, or avoided her. All they saw was a ragged little wretch, gaunt and pale, her eyes haunted. Some called her insane, if they called her anything at all.
It was raining that day, pouring actually and the little bit of sunlight that managed to filter through the dense clouds was barely enough to see by. Most people stayed inside on days like these and there was little activity in the usually busy port.
The streets were muddy and slippery from all the water and once again, the girl fell. This time she did not get up, merely huddled on her side near a stone building and wept.
She did not even react when a stout pair of sea boots came into her line of vision. Only when the owner of the boots knelt down and placed two fingers on her throat did she glance up.
She stared into the face of a pirate, of that she could be certain. He was very tanned and smelled of rum and the sea. His hair was a mass of braids, dreadlocks and beads, held back by a red bandana. Deep, dark brown eyes, accented with kohl, gazed into her own green orbs with interest and...concern? She dismissed that last thought, why in the world would he be concerned for her. He was probably just curious.
"So ye are alive," remarked the pirate. "And why aren't ye gettin' up lass? The rain's not doin' ye any good."
"What's the point?" answered the girl, her eyes blank, "I'll only fall down again."
"Now there's a positive attitude," He said sarcastically, "How do ye know that?"
"From experience," she laid a hand on her ripped and muddy skirt.
The pirate gently pushed a lock of matted hair away from her face, "Do ye not have a home?"
The girl shook her head.
"Then come with me," he flashed a lopsided grin at her, "I don't have a home either but I at least have a room in an inn I'm renting."
What little was left of her pride flared to life, "I'm no whore." She stated.
The pirate snorted, "I never thought you were, most whores don't lie in the mud, weeping to attract a man. Here." He offered her his hand and gingerly she took it.
"Name's Jack Sparrow," mentioned her new companion as they walked. He had his arm supporting her, as she had apparently twisted her ankle in her fall.
When she didn't answer, Jack decided to press the matter, "and you..?"
"Nadie," she whispered.
"Nadie?" Jack considered this, "Spanish isn't it?"
"Yes," her tone was emotionless, "it means nobody, it's more of a nickname really. I don't think I have a real name."
Jack decided not to question her further.
When they got to the inn, Jack seated Nadie on the bed and told her to sleep.
"You need your rest, luv. That ankle won't heal itself."
She mumbled a quick thank you, seemingly unaccustomed to kindness and stretched herself out on the little cot. Jack nodded and turned to leave, when she tugged lightly on his sleeve.
"Why do you care about me?" asked Nadie, her dark green eyes seeming to see his very soul.
Jack shrugged, "Not sure exactly. Now sleep, I'll be back with food when you wake up."
Nadie nodded her assent, and drifted off to sleep, leaving Jack Sparrow with his thoughts.
Why did he care about her?
A/N: Well there it is, I may continue with this or I may not. *shrugs* It all depends on whether I get reviews for it or not. So if you like it, tell me. That is all.