"All bets in for tonight?" Gibbs called out over the chatter of the crew members. There was a general murmur of assent before Anamaria said, "I'll bet fifty shillings on both."
"That's against the rules," Gibbs said, but she interjected, "I'll make it specific, then."
The men leaned in to listen, knowing that there was no way she could predict what would happen.
"Turner first, then the Captain," she stated confidently. "And Turner will go twice."
"Very well," Gibbs said. "Anyone else?"
After a few moments, when nobody had made any more bets, he said, "Alright, gents! Good luck!"
Later that night, after the Captain had gone below decks for the night, soon followed by Mr. Turner, the crew went silent and prayed that they had enough money to pay if they lost.
A few minutes more passed in silence before they heard the unmistakable sounds of a bed creaking and banging against the wood of the cabin wall. The crew waited expectantly; they didn't have time to ponder what would happen if the Captain knew what they were doing.
At long last, they heard the young blacksmith cry out, "Oh, god! Yes! Oh, Jack… Jack, Jack, Jack!!!"
Half the crew burst into cheer, and the other half groaned, muttering murderously as they dug into their pockets to hand out their shillings.
A few minutes passed, and, as the fates would have it, their heard their Captain yell out, "William! Yes, yes… ohh, harder!"
A loud cheer went up from the other half of the crew now, but they heard a distinct voice from below shout out, "Keep it down, ye mangy curs, or I'll keelhaul the lot o' you!"
Gibbs laughed and shook his head, holding out his hands to collect his coins.
But again, a hush fell over the crew as the heard Will moan, "Oh, Jack! Don't stop!"
Anamaria immediately let out a triumphant laugh, receiving rather loathsome looks from the men as they handed their money over to her. Gibbs sighed as he approached her, looking confused. "How did ye know?"
She smiled charmingly. "Woman's intuition never fails. You were all fools to bet against me."
As she piled the many shillings she won into a leather satchel, Gibbs took his hip flask and brought it up to his lips, taking a few long swallows before turning his eyes heavenward and muttering, "Always knew it was frightful bad luck to have a woman on board…"