Hello! I'm at it again! While I was first writing this story, I thought about this scene, but I didn't put it in there because I really wanted just to get the story done. But now I decided that it's fun to have in there. It takes place after Jack finds Kennz and Zaine, and before dinner. Have fun!
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I stood in Father's cabin, candles were light everywhere. The powder blue dress I now wore shifted around my body as I walked about the room, recognizing so many things from my childhood. I stopped, and smiled.
On the desk lay a pistol. But not any pistol. No. This was the one that supposedly Captain Barbosa left Father with when he marooned him on a deserted island. Father used to tell me that tale when I was young. He always tried to get me to believe it, but really? A cursed treasure? The living dead? Becoming the living dead for a short time? I may have been a child, but I wasn't stupid. The funny thing was that Gibbs and Ana swore it was real. Personally, I think they all got a little bit drunk one night, and swirled events around in their heads.
Still smiling, I stepped back and turned. Then stopped.
Before me stood Mother's old piano. Even though it was covered with dust, the engravings still shone through. Tears formed in my eyes as I opened the case, and sat at the bench.
Father had loved Mother dearly. The piano was evidence of that. He would never been seen with such an instrument, had Mother not loved it so.
With trembling hands, I played the last song Mother had ever played on the piano. Fur Elise.
Tears ran down my face and dropped upon the ivory keys. But slowly, very slowly, those tears stopped, and from my hands came a different song. Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring.
And for the first time in my life, I sat and let myself get lost in the music. There was nothing but me and the notes. My eyes closed, and my head lowered. Never did I hear the person behind me.
Enormous hands can down upon my shoulder, and I screamed. Truly and utterly startled, I whirled around, to find a very surprised Zaine.
My hand went over my thundering heart. "Oh, Zaine. You startled m-"
"GET AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER!" Father stood in the doorway, pistol cocked and aimed at Zaine's head. Zaine's hands went up, and he backed away from me. "Kennzi Girl, are you alright?" His eyes never left Zaine.
"Father. I'm fine. He ju-" I was cut off.
"Good." He directed his voice to Zaine. "I knew you were a scoundrel. Trying to prey upon my daughter. Well, not if Captain Jack Sparrow has any say in it!"
"Father-"
"Kennzi, get behind me." He wasn't going to listen to me. Was he really that intent on shooting Zaine? "Kennzi, now! Get away from him!"
That's when the anger hit. Straightening, and raising my chin, I said loudly, "Jack! Knock it off." Father flinched, and with wide eyes looked at me. Mother had always done this, and I could see why. It was very effective. "Zaine merely startled me. He was not being a scoundrel, as you put it. He has done nothing but be as much of a gentleman as a pirate can be." I lowered my chin and put my hands on my hips. "Now stop aiming at Zaine and put the gun away."
Father lowered the gun, slowly, as though it was against his better judgement. "Well, then what was he doing in here?"
Zaine said rather quietly, "Ana asked me to get Kennz, because she wanted her opinion on what the cook should make for dinner. I'll just escort her down, if that's alright with you, sir."
Father's lip curled. "Fine."
Zaine lead me down to the galley, and turned when we reached the door. He leaned down slightly towards my ear, and said softly, his breath brushing my ear, "You play beautifully." And he was gone.