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Chapter One The Plan
Captain Jack Sparrow staggered up the deck. His gaze, rather fogged by the amount of rum he'd drunk, was lingered on Anamaria.
She was at the helm, and he reckoned she stood there for three hours now.
Jack thought she could use some relaxation by now.
'What would ye say of some rum, luv?'
Anamaria looked at him suspiciously.
'Ye never give yer precious rum away without a reason, Jack.'
'Nah, but I figured ye could use some relaxation. Hey, Gibbs!'
Gibbs, who was cleaning the deck and drinking rum from his own flask, came to them.
'What is it, Captain?'
'Would ye mind taking over the helm from Anamaria? She's gettin' tired, ye see.'
Anamaria felt rather tired indeed, so she released the helm without objection. When she was about to walk to her cabin, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
Before she could slap it away, Jack spoke.
'What would ye say of some rum, luv? And we could be havin' some fun in me cabin -'
*SMACK*
Anamaria had used all the power she could muster to slap Jack, once again, in his face.
Because he was so drunk, he spun around for a moment and then fell with a loud 'Oomf' on the wooden floor.
Smirking, she pulled the bottle of rum out of his hands.
'Thanks, Captain Jack, fer the rum. Alas, I've to say I'm too tired fer funny li'l games in yer cabin.'
Whistling a pirate song, she walked over to Gibbs and handed him the liquor.
'Not a word to Jack,' she murmered. Gibbs, looking happy, nodded and hid the bottle in his wide pants.
Jack, meanwhile, got to his feet feeling dazed. He stared at his hands, confused. What had been there, again?
'ME RUM!'
Anamaria smiled when she heard Jack's scream.
A couple of moments later, he almost smashed her cabin door in knocking on it. She opened it, seeing a fuming Jack.
'Somethin' wrong, Captain?'
'WHERE'S ME RUM? YOU STOLE IT, YOU FILTHY.DIRTY.EVIL.'
He lacked the word for what Anamaria really was. She smirked.
'Ye told me I could take some of yer rum. So I didn't steal anythin'. He stood a few moments with his hands in the air, mouth open, thinking about this.
Finally, he lowered his hands and spoke with a cool voice.
'Fine. Since I'm here already, I wanna discuss me plan with ye.'
She quirked an eyebrow.
'Plan? I thought we were headin' fer Tortuga?'
'Er. Yes. But I changed me mind.'
Seeing Anamaria's glare, Jack added hastily:
'Don' worry luv, we still be goin' to Tortuga. But not fer a couple of days. I was thinkin' of only one day. Savvy?'
She raised both her eyebrows now.
'No. I don't get it. What are we be doin' the next three days we had planned to go to Tortuga?'
Jack smiled captivating, showing his golden teeth.
'We be goin' to Port Royale.'
Everyone on the deck could hear Anamaria's shriek.
'PORT ROYALE? JACK SPARROW, ARE YE OUT OF YER MIND?! WHAT DO YE THINK THE COMMADORE BE DOIN' WHEN WE ARRIVE THERE? ORGANISIN' SOME "WELCOME HOME" PARTY?'
'Well,' Jack started to mumble ,There's a bay, behin' some large rocks, so nobody will find out us moorin' there.'
'And WHAT,' Anamaria answered ,Ye be plannin' to do there? 'Cos I'm NOT goin' to plunder ANYTHING there, Jack! If they see so much as a hand of ye or me we be dead! They know us too well in Port Royale!'
Jack nodded.
'Course we're not goin' to plunder anything, luv. And we be only there fer three days. But I just wanted to see Will an' his bonnie lass, Liz.'
She glared at him, with a disgusting look in her eyes.
'We be plunderin' some big settlement after that, luv,' Jack promised.
'Don't call me 'luv' ' she said crossly.
'If ye agree with me plan and call me 'Captain' ' Jack smirked.
A few minutes silence. Then -
'All right. Yer the Captain.'
Chapter One The Plan
Captain Jack Sparrow staggered up the deck. His gaze, rather fogged by the amount of rum he'd drunk, was lingered on Anamaria.
She was at the helm, and he reckoned she stood there for three hours now.
Jack thought she could use some relaxation by now.
'What would ye say of some rum, luv?'
Anamaria looked at him suspiciously.
'Ye never give yer precious rum away without a reason, Jack.'
'Nah, but I figured ye could use some relaxation. Hey, Gibbs!'
Gibbs, who was cleaning the deck and drinking rum from his own flask, came to them.
'What is it, Captain?'
'Would ye mind taking over the helm from Anamaria? She's gettin' tired, ye see.'
Anamaria felt rather tired indeed, so she released the helm without objection. When she was about to walk to her cabin, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
Before she could slap it away, Jack spoke.
'What would ye say of some rum, luv? And we could be havin' some fun in me cabin -'
*SMACK*
Anamaria had used all the power she could muster to slap Jack, once again, in his face.
Because he was so drunk, he spun around for a moment and then fell with a loud 'Oomf' on the wooden floor.
Smirking, she pulled the bottle of rum out of his hands.
'Thanks, Captain Jack, fer the rum. Alas, I've to say I'm too tired fer funny li'l games in yer cabin.'
Whistling a pirate song, she walked over to Gibbs and handed him the liquor.
'Not a word to Jack,' she murmered. Gibbs, looking happy, nodded and hid the bottle in his wide pants.
Jack, meanwhile, got to his feet feeling dazed. He stared at his hands, confused. What had been there, again?
'ME RUM!'
Anamaria smiled when she heard Jack's scream.
A couple of moments later, he almost smashed her cabin door in knocking on it. She opened it, seeing a fuming Jack.
'Somethin' wrong, Captain?'
'WHERE'S ME RUM? YOU STOLE IT, YOU FILTHY.DIRTY.EVIL.'
He lacked the word for what Anamaria really was. She smirked.
'Ye told me I could take some of yer rum. So I didn't steal anythin'. He stood a few moments with his hands in the air, mouth open, thinking about this.
Finally, he lowered his hands and spoke with a cool voice.
'Fine. Since I'm here already, I wanna discuss me plan with ye.'
She quirked an eyebrow.
'Plan? I thought we were headin' fer Tortuga?'
'Er. Yes. But I changed me mind.'
Seeing Anamaria's glare, Jack added hastily:
'Don' worry luv, we still be goin' to Tortuga. But not fer a couple of days. I was thinkin' of only one day. Savvy?'
She raised both her eyebrows now.
'No. I don't get it. What are we be doin' the next three days we had planned to go to Tortuga?'
Jack smiled captivating, showing his golden teeth.
'We be goin' to Port Royale.'
Everyone on the deck could hear Anamaria's shriek.
'PORT ROYALE? JACK SPARROW, ARE YE OUT OF YER MIND?! WHAT DO YE THINK THE COMMADORE BE DOIN' WHEN WE ARRIVE THERE? ORGANISIN' SOME "WELCOME HOME" PARTY?'
'Well,' Jack started to mumble ,There's a bay, behin' some large rocks, so nobody will find out us moorin' there.'
'And WHAT,' Anamaria answered ,Ye be plannin' to do there? 'Cos I'm NOT goin' to plunder ANYTHING there, Jack! If they see so much as a hand of ye or me we be dead! They know us too well in Port Royale!'
Jack nodded.
'Course we're not goin' to plunder anything, luv. And we be only there fer three days. But I just wanted to see Will an' his bonnie lass, Liz.'
She glared at him, with a disgusting look in her eyes.
'We be plunderin' some big settlement after that, luv,' Jack promised.
'Don't call me 'luv' ' she said crossly.
'If ye agree with me plan and call me 'Captain' ' Jack smirked.
A few minutes silence. Then -
'All right. Yer the Captain.'