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Post subject:  Posted: May 18th, 2006, 2:10 pm |
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Jack fought the sleep with what was left of his own will. "We 'ave to get out of 'ere.." he mumbled. He forced his eyes opened and he stirred, "I can get the key..."
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Post subject: Posted: May 18th, 2006, 2:13 pm |
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Margaret smiled, he seemed better. "Hows the pain now?" She asked helping him get up.
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Post subject: Posted: May 18th, 2006, 2:18 pm |
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Terrible. Jack thought, but he already saw how worried she was, and he didn't want her to continue with that. "That...that doesn't matter."
His throat burned from the dryness, but his body started to shiver in the cold. He glanced around the place then forced himself to sit up, he felt the dizziness stir in his head, but played it off.
Jack took in another shallow breath, "I don't want to tell ye this, but I'm goin' to.." He struggled to talk, "They are comin' for ye next...they want to brand ye." His voice fell to a low whisper.
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Post subject: Posted: May 18th, 2006, 2:26 pm |
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Margaret covered her mouth tring not to cry, she looked at Jack fearfully then remembered the block, the hole it would make would be barely big enough for her then Jack. "Wait Jack." She went over to the one she marked, it felt strange, she was so calm now. She started kicking at the stone as it gave way bit by bit, but her leg grew tired and soar, but she still kicked, until it gave way and she sighed in relife. "Look Jack." She said.
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Post subject: Posted: May 18th, 2006, 5:14 pm |
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Jack went to look but he couldn't twist his upper back. He grimaced and slid back down to his usual place. "That leads no where....ye can't get out that way...I've 'eard stories Margaret. Don't go that way."
He felt himself sweat although he was bitterly cold, "We 'ave to get the key..it's the only way. When they come, lemme stand up for ye."
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Post subject: Posted: May 18th, 2006, 5:15 pm |
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Margaret nodded and waited. Soon she heard them comming. "I thinks its time Jack." she said.
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Post subject: Posted: May 18th, 2006, 5:25 pm |
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Jack's eyes blinked open. He forced what strength he had to sit up. He clenched his jaw in the pain then also heard the footsteps coming this way. "Whate'er 'appens...don't let 'em brand ye...ye don't deserve this."
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Post subject: Posted: May 18th, 2006, 6:39 pm |
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Margaret once again nodded. "Of course." And she backed up againbst the wall and waited for what was to happen.
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Post subject: Posted: May 19th, 2006, 1:31 am |
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Jack nodded back to her and said, "Ye are a lady..not a pirate."
The footsteps soon came to a hault, and three prison guards thats shapes looked like that of gorilla's stood by the cell door. And then another skinny, light skinned French man stood by the cell with a smile on his face. He then spoke in English with a extreme heavy accent, "Youz ready youz bloody piratez?" He nodded to the guards and they clicked open Margaret's cell.
Jack forced himself to stand with the help of the iron bars that held his weight, "No! Leave 'er! No!" Seeing as no one was listening he shouted again, "Non ! Laissez-la ! Laissez-la !"
The skinny French man scoffed at Jack and his weak state of frame. "Hah! Shutup ! Youz rather take this Madame'z place?"
Jack's eyes glared at the French man's icey cold ones, "Oui. Elle ne mérite pas ceci..."
The skinny French man frowned not understanding why he was saying this, "Youz will suffer even more then pirate!"
Jack nodded, "If that's what it takes ye pig.."
The French man had enough and he spit Jack in the face. "Youz still have engery in your filthy, little body boy..and youz know whatz..now she will get to see you suffer." He pointed a finger at Margaret, and immediately the gorilla shaped men grabbed hold of her arms and dragged her out of the cell.
The other guards took Jack as well, roughly grabbing his injured back.
They all headed down to the same corridor they first took Jack.
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Post subject: Posted: May 19th, 2006, 12:02 pm |
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Margaret cringed as they dragged her with Jack, what if Jacks plan didn't work. Would she really have to see him be tortured and suffer. Jack told her she was a lady not a pirate, those words had made her heart soar. She looked at Jack the best she could. "What now?" She whispered to him.
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Post subject: Posted: May 19th, 2006, 12:29 pm |
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Jack's head hung heavy, but he managed to see Margaret from the side of his eye, "Don't worry....."
The guards opened the loud heavy door and slammed Jack up against the blood covered wall again. This all seemed to familiar to Jack and he started to second guess himself.
The gorilla shaped guards who had Margaret, put a thick rope around her wrists, and hooked her up to a post.
The French man grabbed the whip and then walked over to Jack, “Kneel, Jack Sparrow, and face the punishment for your crimez.”
“I did not commit any crimes.” Jack emphasized, struggling against his mind-numbing anger and the pain in his back.
“There is every bit of proof against you, and none in your favor.” He smirked, “Come now, face it like a man.”
“’s a total of thirty lashes.” One of the gorilla shaped men added in a heavy Turkish accent, “no’ used to pain are ye?” that made some of the other guards laugh.
“Sparrow......” any moment they would try to tear his shirt from his back, but he’d be would kill himself if they manhandled him like an animal.
Jack tore his blood steined shirt off and threw it down. It went off very slowly mind you, seeing as though it was peeling off Jack's skin.
“Kneel!” the French man commanded again.
“No.” Jack replied.
“No? Forty then and youz already bared your back.”
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Post subject: Posted: May 19th, 2006, 12:34 pm |
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'Jack,' Margarets thoughts screamed. 'Please let your plan work.' She squeezed her eyes shut not wanting to see Jack hurt more then he already was. But she didn't know that his plan had started.
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Post subject: Posted: May 19th, 2006, 3:30 pm |
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The French man glared daggars at Margaret and shouted,
“Forty-five now, and more added if you close your eyes one more time during his punishment, wench.” He then turned his gaze back to Jack, "Now, you getz down! Or she'll be the one to get the whip!"
Jack’s shoulder twitched and his jaw clenched. He then fell heavily to the ground on his knees. He dropped so straightly that it seemed he would jump up again at any moment. He could not allow Margaret to take his place, Jack Sparrow he was and unfortunately no escape would be enacted this time.
“Forty-five lashes delivered to the back for the act of piracy and murder.” the guard yelled.
The whip unfurled and Jack fixed his gaze clearly in front of him. Any moment now he would feel the brutal slashing to his back, he only hoped they wouldn’t salt the wound after, and he would have enough strength to make his plan work.
The whip cracked in the air, the French man grinned as he accustomed himself to the feel.
Jack jumped at the sound, he had to steady his nerves or there would be no way to get through the rest without passing out.
“Ready?” the French man called. Then the third heavy-set guard darted in, and before Jack could do anything, tied a length of rope around his wrists.
“’s in case ye keel o’er.” The rope was tied so Jack couldn’t move away and then also so they could pull him wherever they wanted.
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Post subject: Posted: May 19th, 2006, 11:50 pm |
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Margaret's eyes welled up with tears. Jacks hands were tied, the plan wouldn't work, his pain would be for nothing. "Jack, just let them whip me." She pleaded. "Your hands are tied, there is no chance now." she said barely above a whisper.
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Post subject: Posted: May 20th, 2006, 2:31 am |
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Jack's dark coal eyes looked at her as if to tell her something, but nothing escaped young Sparrow's lips.
The French man drew the moment out longer and longer no doubt wanting him to bolt when he finally cracked the whip again, but he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.
The first lash brought a rush of air from his lungs.
There was no pain but as the fog cleared from his mind a tide of it coursed through him. Jack bit his tongue and saw white lights flash again as the second and third was delivered.
The rope jerked and he was forced backwards into the blow.
Blood dripped slowly down his back, some of the drops had hit where his shirt was laid. He winced as one of the previous lashes was flayed even deeper. Not a sound from Jack yet. He stayed on his knees and only slight shivers wracked his body from time to time. Twenty more and it would be all over.
The cracking whip opened up his other wounds which were only a few minutes old. He felt the skin on his back tear and he felt the heat of blood escape the injuries.
Jack’s head swam. He should have fallen to the ground long ago, only the fact that they’d dare tie him kept him upright. He could barely breathe as it was. Every time he had sufficient enough breath, that would escape in a fresh wave of fire.
His entire back felt burning, scorching hot. He could feel the warm blood mix with his perspiration and sting the other gashes. As the rope jerked back again he barely contained the scream that threatened to escape.
How many had it been so far? He couldn’t take much more of this. The whip was wet with blood, he saw it every now and again from the corner of his eyes.
Jack felt his eyes burn with water but he never showed a tear. The whips cracks were loud, and the French man counting loudly made it worse.
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Post subject: Posted: May 20th, 2006, 2:38 am |
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Margaret watched as Jack was whipped again and again. She wanted to close her eyes to it, but she couldn't, she knew they would add more. As she watched she felt her tears flow doen her cheeks. He was doing this for her. They barely known each other, yet it felt like years to her. Would this all end soon. She had been counting at first with the guard, but had lost count now. She looked at Jack, wanting to hold him, wanting to take his pain.
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