"You sick twisted bastard," I spat with as much venom as I could, given the circumstances.
"As old Barbossa would have said, 'That be the code, laddy.'"
Jack could act as nonchalant as he'd like, but I knew the manipulative prick was bending the rules in his favor. Not that that's unusual. The only unusual thing about this situation was that I wasn't altogether opposed to these new 'guidelines' either.
Elizabeth's face paled, but she held her composure, readying herself for what she is sure I will decide. But she's about to be as surprised as the rest of them.
"I have made my choice. Take me. Not Elizabeth. To pay our way onto the ship."
"You will pay for the both of you?" Asks Jack. His raised eyebrow might have indicated curiosity, if it weren't for the maniacal glint in his eye, which gave him more the appearance of a shark zeroing in on it's prey.
"I believe that's what I said," I grind out.
"Splendid! Now you and your lady love will be required to sign this here contract binding you to me for 3 hours every Saturday night, to do with as I please. Oh, and speaking of lady love, will someone please shut her up?"
Elizabeth had been making a ruckus in the background, and the silence was extremely pointed as a beefy hand clapped over her mouth. She glared daggers at Jack, and if I were him, I would've feared putting a quill and ink in her hands, for she would've killed him with any projectile.
"Erm, a lady's signature is hardly binding. Why don't you sign for the both of you, Master Turner?"
Jack needed no work done. His quarters were cleaned, his crew handled the ship. What he wanted was some entertainment.
So I was signing off my body to that cause.