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TITLE: A Sparrow With Broken Wings
CULPRIT: forever is never forever
SUMMARY:Victoria is the wife of Commodore Thomas Morgan who abuses her. One night in a tavern her husband is about to attack her when out favorite Captain comes and saves her. He brings her onto his ship will there be love? Who knows. You just have to read. Noooooo! Spare us! JackOC

BEST LINE: There was a knock at the door, it was my chamber Christine, she’s my best friend. This one must be a bit stunted socially.

Verdict:

NAME: Victoria Morgan
HAIR, a.k.a. when four adjectives in a row just won’t do: “She has the most beautiful dark brown wavy hair.”
EYES: “Emerald green eyes.” We have another Harry Potter look-alike on our hands.
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: ‘Er skin is fair, but now is lightly tanned from bein’ out on deck.” Wow, she’s pale AND tan! That must be useful.
OH SO SPESHUL POSSESSIONS: “Pure alcohol”, which Jack gives her (along with nothing else) for five consecutive days while she’s ill.
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE ORIGIN: Port Royal. She’s a fine lady.
OBNOXIOUS AND/OR IMPLAUSIBLE CANON CONNECTIONS: Jack’s One True Love. Is friends with Will and Elizabeth.
SOOPER SPESHUL ABILITIES: Well, she must have remodeled the Black Pearl, because it’s now totally unrecognizable. It now includes a washroom with a porcelain bathtub and scented soap, an archway with a beaded curtain hanging from it, and what must be a motor, since it makes the trip from Port Royal to Japan in one month.

Hey, Suethors, guess what? There was no Panama Canal in those days. Short of abandoning your ship or hauling it overland through the Panamanian rainforest, your only option was to sail all the way around South America and then brave the waves all the way to Japan (which, incidentally, is NOT located near the Indian Ocean). I doubt it would take only one month.

TRAGIC PAST: “My chambermaids would fuss over what I was wearing or how my appearance was. And my parents were never really in my life. They only 'mother' I ever knew was the nanny that raised me. You are the only person to actually care for me." I explained to him.

"I cannot believe that a mother would leave her own child." Jack said, almost atonished.

"The woman married to my father, was not my mother. My mother died when I was young. The woman now married to my father is my stepmother, and she did not care for me at all. Before my father married my stepmother, he and I were very close. However, when he married her, he completely ignored me. And then when she had of child, my father made it like I never exstited. So when the first suitor came when I was seventeen years old, my parents had me married." I explained further. Jack didn't say anything, he merely stared at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but I could see that he was preoccupied, thinking of something.”

Also, before she met Jack, Sue was abused by her husband the commodore (not Norrington, thank goodness). In fact, that pretty much doubles as “the ‘plot’”. Suethors, “man abuses woman” generally does not qualify as a plotline all by itself.

The “Plot”:
Man abuses woman.
Man #2 rescues woman.
Man #2 takes woman onto his ship.
Man #2 has almost-sex with woman.

Woman then goes back to man #1.

Man abuses woman.
Man #2 rescues woman.
Man #2 takes woman onto his ship.
Man #2 sexily patches up woman’s wounds.

Woman has dream of man abusing woman.
Man #2 rescues woman from the dream…

…and round and round it goes. It’s so boring that I almost gave up in the first chapter, but then came the doses of pure alcohol, the Pearl’s supply of lilac-scented soap, and the quintillion mentions of the word “hat” instead of “that.” Oh, and then there’s the inexplicable voyage the Pearl makes to Japan for the sake of the Sue’s health. Because sailing around Cape Horn on a pirate ship is as good as taking one’s vitamins.


Jack really likes talking inside the author's head.

Okay well if you are one of my new readers well then welcome and I hope you enjoy this fic. If you’re one of my loyal readers well then you already know that I’m crazy. Just kidding…or am I? Dun Dun DUNNN! Okay well for my new readers that I’m freaking out this is just the way I am you’ll just have to get use to it or not read. If you choose not to read well then you’re going to miss a really good story. Okay well enough about me and my craziness. So this is my story call “A Sparrow with Broken Wings” not to be confused with “A Bird With Clipped Wings” which I have yet to read. If any of have read it please tell me about it looks good. Okay so this story is about a girl named Victoria Morgan it’s in her POV and our favorite Captain POV, but it will change from first to third POV. Oh and just for the record this is another our favorite Captain saving a girl from abuse fic, so if you’re sick of them don’t read it and them flame for not being original and crap. Okay well I’m done rambling for now.

Jack: You talk waaay to much.
Me: Okay I haven’t even started the freakin’ story and you are criticizing me? I thought you only do that in “Saved By A Pirate”.
Jack: Fine I’ll wait until the second chapter criticize you.
Me: And maybe you won’t survive to chapter three.
Disclaimer: I don’t own POTC, but I wish I did…like everyone else. ::sighs::

He left the bedroom just like he always does, drunken and violent. He stayed longer than usual; my sides hurt more than they usually do. I fear my ribs may be broken, not that would be the worst to happen to me. I stumbled to the vanity to see the damage done. I stare into the mirror to see one bruise on my cheek. It, like all the others, was bad, but not bad enough that a little make up wouldn’t cover it. Other than that nothing else was visible, my dress was stained with blood but nothing else. My sides weren’t as bad now, they aren’t broken which is nice to know. How do you break a “side”? I get up from the vanity and over to my dresser to get out another dress.

There was a knock at the door, it was my chamber Christine, she’s my best friend. This Sue talks to her bedroom! Well second to Elizabeth, Who’s that, the dining room? but ever since she got married I hardly see her. But I get to see her at the annual Governor’s Party; the party my husband host’s every year and to which he, for some odd reason, invites the servants. Christine helped me into my dress since I’m still sore. Christine began to work on my hair. I wince when she accidentally dropped the brush on my shoulder.

“Victoria, did he hurt you again?” Christine asked me.

“Yes, he did.” I said still in pain. I applied my make up and Christine finished my hair and a walked down the spiral staircase to the foyer. I grabbed a fan and went out the doors into the carriage. The carriage took me to Governor’s mansion; I got out and met a guard in front and showed him my invitation. He allowed me in. Thomas spotted me as I walked in, he smiled to the person he was talking to. I stayed still, he walked quickly towards me. Thomas grabbed me by my arm and brought me into another room. He grabbed my chin roughly; bring my face up to his.

“Now you will say nothing, you will behave and present a front of happiness.” He told me coarsely. Thomas kissed me roughly and left the room back to the party. I return to be greeted by an old friend.

“Will!” I exclaim.

“Victoria how are you?” Will asks me as he approaches me accompanied by Elizabeth. Will hugged me tightly, a few tears of pain from my sides. Her sides not only break, they cry. What can’t they do? He backed away and gave me a concerned look along with Elizabeth. “Go on, take Elizabeth. I don’t want her anymore!” “Victoria are you okay?” He asked me.

“Yes, yes I’m fine. I just hurt myself is all, I’ll be okay.” I lied to him.

“Victoria are you sure you’re okay?” Elizabeth asked me.

“Yes, yes I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me.” I lied once again. “So how are you two?”

“We’re great. Victoria I have big news.” Elizabeth told me excitedly.

“What?” I asked.

“I’m with child!” Elizabeth told me excitedly.

“Oh! I’m so happy for you!” I told her happily.

The party went on for hours, I knew Thomas would be drunk by know. The Turners left an hour before. I danced and talked with some other friends, but my sides were still hurting and getting worst it felt. It had to be the bloody corset. I sat down for a moment; I could see Thomas from where I was. He was very drunk. I walked out of the mansion and down the streets of Port Royal, Alone? I didn’t want to go home and face Thomas yet. It was early morning now, I could see a tavern open. I walked into the tavern dressed up as a fine lady? and sat at bar and ordered a bottle of rum; I have come to love the stuff. I sat there sipping the rum for an hour or so. Not many people came in to the partly empty tavern, except for one man. He had a tricorne hat, braids with different beads and such in his hair, his skin was perfectly tanned and he had the most beautiful brown kohl lined eyes. No, really? I thought they were outlined in pink glitter. Seriously, Suethor, we knew who he was the moment you mentioned his hat. He looked at me and nodded, I nodded back. A few minutes went by and I was about to go when Thomas burst through the tavern doors. How did he know where to find her? Does this Sue regularly go about drinking at taverns at night?

He looked around and then his eyes stopped on me; he walked towards me and grabbed me by the wrist. He dragged me out into the streets of Port Royal and threw me to the ground. My already battered body hit the cold cobble stone ground; he prepared to kick in the stomach. I closed my eyes tight and waited for the pain, when it didn’t come I opened my eyes to see the man from the tavern pinning Thomas to the wall of the tavern. A feat the rather slender captain accomplished with great ease, I’m sure. I didn’t move I just watched as the man punched Thomas hard in the side of the face, knocking him out. Thomas fell over out cold. The man came over to me and helped me up; the pain was there even more than when Thomas had beaten me early tonight. The man held me up and he gave me a sorrowful look.

“Thank you.” Was all I could barely get out from the pain.

“Do you know ‘his man?” Look, if you’re going to have an absurdly punctuated and phonetically spelled pirate accent, at least leave off letters that don’t change the meaning of the word! he asked me with anger in his voice.

“Yes, he’s my husband.” I breathed out.

“’Hat kind of ‘usband beats ‘is wife?” He asked.

“Mine apparently.” I said whincing in pain.

“Does he do ‘his often?” *sigh* He asked me.

“Yes.” I said breathing heavily.

“’Ave you thought of leavin’?” He asked me ask he led me to a crate where I could sit.

“Yes, but I have no where to go. My parents are dead and I have not siblings.” I tell him.

“Come with me.” He told me. This took me by surprise.

“I couldn’t.” I said trying to get up, just to fail.

“Don’tcha want to leave and get away from ‘his?” ARGH! He asked me.

Wow. Usually, I’ll make it to the end of the conversation, but this is so…boring…


It's called third person omniscient.

Victoria’s POV I jump for joy whenever these arise.

I walk onto the deck of the Black Pearl and look around for a second. Then it hit me, the man in the tavern was Jack Sparrow. Someone called out something I couldn’t make out; the next second waves of pain took over my body. I fall to the hard wooden ground. I bite my lip down in pain, I didn’t want to move. My mind began to become foggy and my vision burly.

All POV And this is even better.

Gibbs walked over to Jack with a confused look on his face.

“Who tis she?” If you can’t even use modern language correctly, why are you attempting archaic speech patterns? Gibbs asked quietly so the other crew members couldn’t hear them. Jack was about answer when his brow furrowed. He realized he didn’t know her. Jack shrugged it off. ”Hmm, just decided to take on board someone I don’t know. …Yeah, whatever. Doesn’t matter. It’s only my ship she’s on, nothing important.”

“I don’t know, but let me find out.” Jack said waving over Anamaria. Anamaria came down from the helm and turned to Jack. “Help me take the lass to me cabin.” Jack ordered as he careful lifted Victoria and carried her bridal style Gee, I didn’t know that “bridal style” meant that the woman was hanging limp in the groom’s arms. Besides which, have these Suethors ever imagined what it’s like, carrying an unconscious person? It’s a LOT harder than simply carrying someone who wants to be carried. Jack isn’t going to be busy having romantic feelings; he’s going to drop her as soon as he can. into his cabin.

“What do you want me to do ca’pt?” Anamaria asked walking into Jack’s cabin.

“Get ‘er out of ‘hat dress and into this shoe-skirt and thong-collar. and into these.” Jack brought out Jack said handing Anamaria some of his clothes. Anamaria nodded.
Anamaria came back out of Jack’s cabin and found him at the helm. She walked up the steps and up to Jack. “She’s badly bruised and I think some of her ribs may be broken.” She told Jack.

He nodded knowing what she was talking about.

“Aye, I know.” He said turning the wheel. “I’ll tend to ‘em. Take the wheel.” Jack said giving the bearings to Anamaria. Jack walked down the steps and went into his cabin. He found Victoria in his bed; she was tossing and turning slightly in the bed. Jack went to the back of his cabin and took out some bandages. Jack rolled up the shirt Victoria was wearing and lightly touched her sides; when he did Victoria’s brows would furrow out of pain. Anamaria was right, she did have a few broken ribs. Jack began to wrap the bandage around Victoria’s sides, when she came to. Victoria shot up and put her hand to her chest. She was breathing heavily. Victoria noticed that she wasn’t in her dress, but in clothes that were similar to Jack’s. She turned to Jack who stopped wrapping her sides and gave her a concerned look.

“Wh-What happened?” Victoria asked stuttering.

“You ‘ere hit by a rope fallin’ from the crow’s nest.” Jack told her. Am I evil for being extremely gleeful about this? “Don’t worry, I had Anamaria dress you.” He told her.

“Are you Jack Sparrow?” Victoria asked him.

“Captain. And I am, but how do you know ‘bout me?” Jack corrected her. “But a better question tis who ‘re you?”

“Oh, I’ve read about you and your ship. And my name is Victoria.” Victoria said sitting up to let Jack wrap her sides easier. “Ow.” Victoria said as Jack wrapped a little tighter. Um, if Anamaria dressed her, and Anamaria was the first to suggest that Sue’s ribs might be broken, why isn’t Anamaria tending to her while Jack is at the helm? “Why are you wrapping my sides?” Victoria asked through her pain.

“You ‘ave two or three broken ribs, ‘hat’s why.” Jack told her finishing wrapping her sides.

“Broken? But they were fine this afternoon after….” She didn’t finish.

“After ‘hat?” Jack asked her. Enough with the HAT!

“After my husband beat me.” Victoria told meekly.

“You should get some rest.” Jack told her as he left from his cabin. Victoria nodded and laid back down and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Jack walked out of his cabin and headed towards the helm when Anamaria stopped him.

"How is she?" Anamaria asked.

"A few broken ribs, but fine." That’s "fine"? Jack told her. "Why?" He asked as he started back to the helm.

" I just wanted to make sure she was alright." She said following Jack up to the helm. "But what I want to know tis why do you care?" Anamaria asked.

"I don't" Jack said simply. Anamaria wasn't convinced. She gave him that 'Oh please Jack, you can't honestly think that I'm going to buy that' look. Jack rolled his eyes and sighed. "S'alright. 'er husband band, the Smashing Bumpkins, was beating 'er. So I offered ot 'elp 'er." Jack explained.

"So what do you plan to do?" Anamaria asked.

"I 'aven't gotten 'hat far yet." Jack said. Anamaria just shook her head and walked down onto the deck.

In Jack's cabin...

Victoria slept for the rest of the night. When she woke up the sun was already up. She squinted as she opened her eyes, the sunlight that was coming through the windows was hitting right in the face. Victoria sat up carefully and removed the covers as she carefully got out of bed. She walked out of Jack's cabin and out onto the deck. She found Jack at the helm and walked up the steps that led to the helm. Jack turned around to see Victoria standing behind him; he could see that she felt out of place. He gave the wheel to Cotton So, is it a rule now that Jack must leave the helm every time he catches sight of her? and walked over to her.

"I see 'hat yer well." Jack said coming up to her. And your hat is looking quite nice, too, Jack.

"Yes, I wanted to thank you Captain Sparrow for what you did for me." Victoria thanked him.

"Tis no problem love." Jack reassured her. "And please call me Jack." he asked.

*eyeroll*


Japan, here we come!

"Soo...cap'n I was wondering were we may be goin'." Gibbs asked curious.

"I want to find a somewhere quiet, so Victoria can rest up." Jack mused.

"Do ya have a place in mind?" Gibbs said vaguely.

"Aye, I do." Jack defended.

"S'alright Jack let's hear it." Gibbs asked amused.

" Japan." Jack said shortly.

"Jack, you can't go there?" Gibbs informed him.

"And why not?" Jack asked, much like a small child would. “Well, y’see, sir, we’re pirates of the Caribbean, and unless there’s a world-threatening catastrophe at hand, the crew won’t sail halfway around the world.”

"They're not lettin' any ship into port." Gibbs told him.

"I'm afraid to say that you've over looked one thing Mr. Gibbs." Jack told him almost sadly.

"That would be?" Gibbs asked confused.

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack told him proudly. So, he took the Pearl all the way from the Caribbean to Japan just for one woman? *headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk* He had a few hours on deck and talked to Gibbs, although he didn't say it, Victoria's condition was always in his thoughts. Gibbs just shook his head and took the wheel from Jack who was walking towards his cabin. In this fic so far, Cotton, Anamaria and Gibbs have all taken the helm for Jack. Maybe he should just give up the Pearl, since he seems not to care about her anymore. Jack pulled his chair over from his desk next to the bed, sat down, and watched over Victoria as she slept.

Jack did the same routine for the next few days. He would get up and spend some time on the deck and at the helm, directing their course to Japan. Soon or later he would pass the wheel to Gibbs or Anamaria. Who quickly found out what happened to her friend. So if it wasn't Jack watching over her it would be Anamaria.

It had been five days now, Jack had been giving her small amounts of the pure alcohol to keep Victoria out; Pure, 100% alcohol, taken on an empty stomach for five days, WILL keep someone out, but not quite in the way Victoria would want. And while I applaud Jack for poisoning the Sue, the author should try smelling rubbing alcohol sometime, and think about how awful even a “small amount” would be. (And that’s only 91%, anyway.) so she wouldn't make her injuries worst by moving. It was the late afternoon and Jack walked into his cabin, like he had been for the pass five days he would sit in his chair watching over Victoria.

Although he would like to stay up the whole time, Jack couldn't help himself if he fell asleep as he watched her. Jack sat down, getting himself comfortable and with caring eyes watched over Victoria. He had noticed that her once beautiful tanned skin Tanned skin was. Not. Beautiful. Back then! was now starting to lighten and she had lost some weight. Jack watched this closely, knowing if he kept her out too long, she could lose too much weight too fast. Usually by now Jack would have give Victoria the small dose of alcohol, but he decided to let her wake up on her own. You know, try some water, Jack. I hear that human beings need that over the course of five days. Whenever that was going to be.

Jack watched her over hours into the night, sighing, Jack made himself comfortable in his chair and went to sleep. He'd been sleeping in his chair for the past five days. So tonight would be no different, in that he would hardly get any sleep. Jack would sleep for a couple of hours but then become uncomfortable and wake up. But he couldn't just not sleep, he was captain of the Black Pearl after all. Yeah? And just how much captaining has he done since Victoria came aboard?

Victoria's POV

After Jack gave me, what I thought was, alcohol I drifted into sleep quickly and never woke up again. I couldn't tell how many days I was out, because I would wake up, but then black out again.

I eventually woke up, when I didn't know, but I didn't have the strength to move. I ran my hands over my face, and opened my eyes. I had to adjust to the darkness, but I soon did, and in the darkness I saw Jack sleeping in his chair. I tried to sit up, but I was soon met with a sharp pain. So I laid back down and sighed. Feeling a groggy bilge rat, which squeaked at me indignantly, but I fought to stay awake. I laid there for awhile, with my head facing the wall, I turned to see if Jack had woken up. When I turned my head I saw Jack watching me, he gave me a smirk and sat up. I gave him a weak smile, and tried to sit up a bit.

"Welcome back." Jack said to me jokingly.

"How long has it been?" I ask with bit of a rough voice.

"Five days give or take." He tells as me he sat on the bed.

"Five days?!" I asked astonished.

"So how do you feel love?" Jack asked me with a concerned look in his eyes.

"The pain isn't as bad, but I too afraid to move." I told him. You too afraid to do much of anything, Sue. You can’t leave your husband without Jack’s help-twice-you can’t help aboard ship, you’re a burden to everyone, you made Jack sail for JAPAN for your sake, and now you’re deathly ill. Readers, help me out. What does this chick DO in her own story?

"Not the kind of attention you are giving me. My chambermaids would fuss over what I was wearing or how my appearance was. And my parents were never really in my life. They only 'mother' I ever knew was the nanny that raised me. You are the only person to actually care for me." I explained to him.

"I cannot believe that a mother would leave her own child." Jack said, almost atonished.

"The woman married to my father, was not my mother. My mother died when I was young. The woman now married to my father is my stepmother, and she did not care for me at all. Before my father married my stepmother, he and I were very close. However, when he married her, he completely ignored me. And then when she had of child, my father made it like I never exstited. So when the first suitor came when I was seventeen years old, my parents had me married." I explained further. Jack didn't say anything, he merely stared at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but I could see that he was preoccupied, thinking of something.
"Jack, please say something." I asked, because his quietness was starting to worry me. Why? Everyone has to sleep sometime, and this is as good an opportunity as any.

"Oh, I'm sorry, love." Jack aplogized.

"It's alright Jack." I told him with a smile.

"Love, I have a surprise for you." Jack said getting up from his chair.

"Oh, what?" I asked, curious.

"Come with me, love." Jack said as he picked me up and shook me. All of the missing words from Jack’s vocabulary began dropping out of my corset and onto the deck.

Jack walked towards the arch way that had little wooden beads hanging from the top of it. “Extreme Makeover: Black Pearl Edition.” He pushed them aside and the door that was there and led us into wash room. Which pirates frequently use. The room was small, but still big enough for a porcelain tub to fit in it, and it was fill with warm water. There were bars of soap wrapped individually, tiny bottles of shampoo and lotion, and a hair dryer built into the wall. Jack set me down and handed me a clean towl, some clothes and a scented soap I was JOKING!, that smelled of lavender and lilacs. Jack set me down and gave me a short smile.

"I thought you'd might enjoy a relaxing bath." Jack said softly to me. I’m not sure why he’s been sleeping in a chair in his cabin when this obviously well-stocked bathroom with a porcelain tub is so readily available on the pirate ship.

"Yes, thank you." I thanked Jack, with a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.

"When you're done, I want to wrap you sides again." Jack said informing me as he walked out of the room, closing the door behide him.

I got undressed and careful unwrapped the bandages from my sides. Once done, I got into the tub that was filled with warm water. I lathered the soap that Jack given me into a wash cloth I want to know what that washcloth is made of. A patch from the sail? Cast-off pirate clothing? Jack’s second-best bandanna? and began to wash myself. I then lathered the soap into my hair and washed it.

I was now done, and now I was just enjoying the bath. I put my hand to my lips when I realized that I had kissed Jack. It had felt so natural to me, like it was a habit almost. I wondered how it felt for Jack, was it the same natural feeling. I wanted to know, but I wasn't just going to ask him plain as day either. I'm afraid that if we were to have a tryst of some sorts that I would be nothing more than just a conquest, another number to be bragged about. I shook the thoughts ’til they rattled around inside my head and finished soaking and dried off. I put on the clothes that Jack had given me and that hadn’t ever been washed, thus defeating the entire point of the bath, and walked back into Jack's cabin.

I looked around and I found Jack, sleeping in his bed. He must of been tired of sleeping in his chair for the past few weeks. I let out a small laugh and I sit on the edge of the bed and watched Jack sleep. He seemed so peaceful as he slept, I couldn't stand myself if I woke him right now. I sat there for awhile, still watching him. Jack stirred, he sat up and gave me a sleepy smile.

"Oh, ello love." Jack greeted me sleepily. He got up and walked over to his table and picked up the bandages to wrap my sides.

Jack came back to the bed and climbed on to the bed and sat behide me. *snort* He told me to roll my shirt up and hold it up. Jack began to wrap my sides, he finished a few minutes later. I pulled my shirt down and turned to face Jack. I give him a smile, thanking him.

"You're welcome love." He told me with a smirk. Please, Suethor. “Love” is not end punctuation.