"Grace Black." Captain Jack Sparrows hand gripped her shoulder, and he talked straight into her ear. His breath was hot on the back of her neck, and his grip tightened with every word he said. She smirked. "Took you long enough." She yanked her shoulder from his grip and turned around. Her black curls fell loosely over her shoulders as she pulled her hat off. She shook out her hair.
"I should've known." Jack mumbled. Grace stood before the men. In front of her, Gibbs, Ragetti, and Pintel held mugs of beer. Grace laughed and walked over to Jack, running her hand down his front. "You never thought this is where we'd be standing. Did you?" Jack grabbed her wrist and threw it down.
"I-" Jack opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a gun shot piercing the room. Mugs dropped, bottles were smashed, and every drunken pirate stood still.
"Tortuga is not a place you should be, Ms. Black." Grace paused, and the smirk that played on her lips was wiped away in the matter of seconds. A man clumped down the stairs behind her.
"Hector!" Jack's voice rang, causing the drunken chaos to resume. "Grace Black. Fancy seeing you here. After you played a role in almost getting me and a dozen other pirates killed, I'm surprised you can show your face in such a place." Grace smiled, "Well Barbossa. I wasn't exactly playing the role of Grace Black the past few months." Barbossa laughed, "Of course. You honestly think you could've passed under my radar? You're in a hell of a situation Grace Black. And don't think that daddy can get you out of this one." Grace lunged forward and grabbed at Barbossa's top. Gibbs pulled her back. "Watch yourself, miss." "Do NOT speak of my father." She growled through clenched teeth.
Barbossa smiled. "Ms. Black. You want to get out of here alive, I presume." Grace glared at him. "Yes." Barbossa picked up her torn up hat and set it on her head. "Then I believe you owe me something." "What do you want, Barbossa." Grace said backing up.
Barbossa purred, "I want you. And that includes your ship."