The air was heavy. The only sound that could be heard was the quiet breathing of men. They all looked over at the Spaniard ship warily, their hands ready on the cannons.
"Orders, sir?" Groves asked quietly at the man looking through a spyglass. "Sir? Orders?" he asked, a bit louder, and not getting a response, he repeated the question, his voice going an octave higher.
"We do nothin'," the man snarled, closing his spyglass as he turned around angrily. He had a light brown beard that was thinning away and his hair matched the color of his beard, dangling by his shoulders. He had a big black hat on top of his head, one of which the top Navy men wore. He wore one black boot, but his other leg was a peg. His eyes were blue, as blue as the sea. He started to walk away, toward the helm, and he limped as he did so, for he used a cane to walk around.
"Nothing?" Groves asked, turning around to face his Captain with a confused look, his crew mates turning around as well.
"Ne'er did they spare a glance at us. This be a race, gents, and the prize be the Fountain of Youth. Now I want ye all to listen carefully," he said as he put a hand to the handrail, looking down at his crew. "This be our mission, to find the Fountain. This not be an easy task. This may be the cruelest adventure of yer miserable lives. Now ask yerself this: what are ye willin' to die for?"
"Sir, shouldn't we be trying to beat the Spanish—" Gillette started, but Barbossa cut him off.
"That not be important right now, Lieutenant Gillette. I be askin' ye gents this question because there is a chance of ye dyin'. Ye might ne'er see yer wife or yer child ever again. So what be it? What are ye willing to die for?"
"Sir, I realize how important this task is, but why are you asking this question to us now?" a young man by the name of Samuels spoke up. Everyone stared at him. Only true curiosity lingered in his eyes and younthful face, causing Barbossa to smile.
"'Cause we be headin' to White Cap Bay, where the mermaids lay."
A man screamed. He pushed his way passed his comrades and dived into the sea.
"Man overboard!" Groves shouted as he ran toward the railing, glancing around his shoulder. "Get a—"
"Nay, about, about!" Barbossa ordered and the men hesitantly walked away from the railing, looking up at their Captain. "That man be a coward and let 'im be. Now, is anybody else plannin' to jump off?" Nobody moved. "Ah, that's good. Now White Cap Bay be a scary place, but it be the only way. Are we not King's men?"
"Yes..." a few men mumbled.
"I didn't see no fear in the Spanish as they passed us by. Are we not King's men?"
Cheers erupted throughout the ship as men shouted "Yes!"
"Then make way toward White Cap Bay!" Barbossa shouted over the deafening roars.
"My, that were an inspirin' speech."
The cheers ended immediately. Everyone looked up at the sails to see a woman sitting on a spar, her legs dangling as she kicked them gently. She was grinning widely, seeming quite amused at the situation. The men glanced over at each other, confused and bewildered.
"What's going on?" they whispered.
"Isn't that a pirate?"
"What should we do?"
"May I help ye?" Barbossa asked, making quite an obvious fake smile as he looked up at her, his entire face scrunching up.
"Aye," Gwen said, looking thoughtful as she nodded. "I do need some help, actually. This be a Navy ship I be on, no?"
"Aye, it be a Navy ship."
"Then why is you Captain?" she said, sounding really quite curious, tilting her head slightly to the right, continuing to casually swing her legs. "Ye be a pirate, no?"
"Nay," he said, flashing a grin at her. "I be a privateer, lass."
She pursed her lips. "Privateer? I can tell that ye be born to be a pirate, mate, ye shoulda stayed as one!"
"Life moves on, as did I. Now, ye never answered me question, lass."
"What question?" she asked, a bit teasingly and in amusement. The corner of his fake smile slipped.
"Hah, ye be a funny one. What is ye doin' on me ship?"
She sighed dramatically. "Take a look to your left."
Every man turned his head to his left as Gwen started to climb down from the mast. Johnny was standing up on the railing, grinning widely, grabbing a hold of a rope and a pistol that was directed at the men.
"What be this?" Barbossa hissed, glancing up at the spar that Gwen had been on, to see that she was gone.
"Nothin' much, Captain," she purred as she walked past the Navy men, who were all frozen in their spots, unsure of what to do. "We just need yer ship for a bit," she said as she casually walked up the stairs, walking toward Barbossa, who found her and faced her, his eyes narrowing.
"I ain't just gonna let ye take me ship away."
She grinned widely. "As far as I can tell, I should able to easily beat down a former pirate that abandoned his nice life fer such a dull life like this."
He unsheathed his sword in a fluid moment. Gwen fingers strummed against the handle of hers.
"Ye know nothin' bout me, lass, so ye best stop sayin' that," Barbossa hissed.
"I bet ye had a great life," she continued despite his threat. "I mean, just look at that leg!" She gestured to the wooden one. "Ye musta done some fun things to get that, eh?"
"I ain't 'ere to play games, lass, so let's 'urry this up. Ye either get off this ship now or somethin' bad is gonna happen," he snarled and she continued to grin.
"I need this ship."
"I ain't goin' down without a fight!"
He slashed his sword down toward her. She unsheathed hers and it collided with Barbossa's with a loud crash. He took a step to his left and she took a step to her right at the exact same moment. Raising an eyebrow, he took a step to his right, and her response was to take a step to her left. They shuffled around for a few moments in a small circle, their swords hungry for a few blood stains. He took a step forth, causing her to take a step back and another step to her left. He paused for a moment, throwing down his cane, for it was restricting his movements. She was grinning in amusement all the while and Barbossa was slowly starting to get agitated.
"We should do something," Groves said to Gillette, glancing over at him.
"Like what?" Gillette mumbled out the corner of his mouth. "He has a gun pointed at us."
"There are thirty five of us. There are two of them, one of which is fighting the Captain. I think that we can take him on."
"But he's so…" He looked back at Johnny, who seemed to be getting rather bored, before back at Groves. "Big."
"What do ye all think yer doin'? ATTACK!" Barbossa shouted as he blocked a strike from Gwen. Groves looked at Gillette with an 'I told you so' look. Gillette rolled his eyes.
"Men, attack!" Groves shouted, unsheathing his sword and lifting his arm. The sound of the metal slipping out of its sheath was heard all at once, by thirty four other men.
"Damn," Johnny mumbled, looking down at the swords pointed at him.
"Surrender," Gillette demanded, walking up toward Johnny as close as he could, raising his sword at him defiantly. The sandy blonde grinned widely in response and before Gillette could say anything else, he jumped off the railing, bending his knees so that his legs wouldn't touch the Navy soldiers.
"Hah! Suck it!" Johnny shouted, grinning in triumph. The grin quickly slipped off when he started to swing back the other way.
"'Tis too small to suck!" Gwen laughed as she took a step back, dodging the strike.
"Shut the hell u-AHHP!" he said, his deep voice going up an octave higher, perhaps to the point where it got up to the average female voice. Distracted, Gwen glanced over at Johnny. Barbossa seized the moment, slugging her in the stomach. She let out a short breath of air in surprise and he quickly pointed the tip of his sword at her neck. She froze, looking down at the sword with her eyes. She smirked slightly. Barbossa raised an eyebrow; she had no reason to smirk.
"I won, lass."
"Oh, I think ye need ta take that back," she said and before he could comprehend what she exactly meant by that, she had put her foot behind his wooden leg, and she pulled suddenly, causing him to yelp and fall onto his back. She quickly kicked his sword out of his hand, which clattered as it fell down the stairs, stopping midway. He groaned and as he sat up only to to find the tip of her sword a mere few centimeters away from his neck. He chuckled.
"Ye cheated."
"Nah, I think of it more as…improvisin'," she said, smirking widely, and a small smirk fluttered across his face as well.
"Ye be a smart lass."
"I know."
"Go on now…kill me," he said smoothly, not seeming to really care.
"If ye say so," she shrugged and made a move to slit his throat, but stopped, a deep frown covering her features. She lowered the high neck fabric that covered his neck with the tip of her sword and she fished out a necklace. She eyed it carefully and he was quiet, looking at the necklace and then at her.
"Where did ye get that?" she asked quietly, eying the necklace intently. It was a short metal black necklace, wrapping right around his neck with the pendant hooked to the thick black chains. The pendant itself was an ovular shape, a few weaves and lines curving its way around the pendant. In the center was a big orange gem, sparkling as the sun hit it.
"A friend gave it to me," he answered, carefully watching her reaction.
"A friend?" she asked quietly, frowning slightly.
"Aye, lass, I actually 'ave those," he said and she laughed, seeming to forget that she was just about to kill the man sitting down in front of her. A gun shot fired and the two jumped, looking over to see that Johnny's pistol tip was smoking and that he had somehow managed to make his way up to the rigging.
Gwen looked Barbossa straight in his eyes, his sea blue eyes. Barbossa stared right back into her dark eyes, and his eyebrows furrowed. Those eyes…they were so familiar… "Captain Barbossa?" she asked quietly and his eyes widened.
"How do ye know me?" he asked, more surprised than suspicious.
"Yer necklace and well…yer face…ye probably don't remember me, 'tis been so many years. I be-"
"CAP'N!" Johnny shrieked and Gwen quickly twirled around, blocking the strike from Gillette, whose eyes widened in surprise. She smirked maliciously.
"That were not a good idea, darlin'."
She swung her sword roughly, and Gillette barely blocked it with his own, falling back a few steps. And with another swing, Gillette fell to the floor on his bottom. He looked up at Gwen with wide, frightened eyes. "Such a shame," she sighed with a shake of her head. "Yer so cute." With a smirk, she plunged her sword right toward Gillette's neck—
Her attack was blocked by another sword, which weaved its way around hers, bringing it back up, their swords forming an 'x'. Gwen looked up from the freckled Gillette to see another man in his mid-thirties. He wore the typical outfit of the Navy man except that he appeared to be higher up the food chain; he probably had a special title. And despite the wig, he was quite attractive.
"My, yer a handsome one, ye got a name?" she purred, a flirtatious smile fluttering across her lips.
"Theodore Groves," he answered immediately, lifting his chin slightly. She continued to smile flirtatiously, moving her sword toward the base of his sword before drawing it back to the tip, causing some noise of the metal smoothly rubbing against each other.
"Theodore…that are a cute name."
"…Thank you," he said quietly, not sure of how else to respond.
"Such a shame, though," she said, pursing her lips and shaking her head. "I was 'bout to kill this man 'ere and ye intervened. That were not a good idea."
"I'm…I'm not going to let you kill him!" he said, trying to sound fearless, causing her to raise an eyebrow.
"Why are that?"
"He's my friend!"
"Ah, friendship," she mused, drawing her sword again from the top of his to the bottom, going back up. Groves fidgeted again, glancing at the swords warily. She grinned widely. "Let's see 'ow well the Royal Navy trained ye."
She swung her sword around, separating it from his, and quickly slashed it toward his chest. He took a quick step back, bringing his sword up to block her strike. Raising her eyebrows but smirking, she slashed her sword toward his leg, which he barely blocked this time, but brought their swords back up, away from his legs.
"Good," she said, nodding approvingly. "That be a surprise. That fat King must've 'ired some good teachers, eh? 'E could use the exercise 'imself."
Barbossa actually chuckled behind them.
Now, let's see 'ow yer footwork is." She took a step to the right and he took a step to the left. They walked around in a circle before she horizontally tried to slice him, but he quickly blocked it.
As the two were fighting, Gillette crawled toward Barbossa as quietly as possible. Barbossa was looking at Gwen curiously and thoughtfully, eyebrows knotted. There was something about her...something about those eyes...those choice of words. Something about her was definitely familiar.
"Sir," Gilette whispered, snapping Barbossa out of his thoughts. "What do you recommend we should do?"
It took him a moment to respond. "We won't kill 'em, but we'll get 'em off this ship."
"How do we—" Gillette stopped talking, for Barbossa was already making his way toward Gwen and Groves. "Oh, okay, ignore me," he grumbled.
Groves barely avoided the sword aimed toward his face, but it did cut off a piece of his white wig, which fluttered down to the ground. Twirling her sword around in her hand several times, throwing it up in the air and catching it, much like a circus act (she did it to intimidate Groves, and it sure worked) Gwen put the tip of her sword at his neck. He froze and gulped nervously.
She smirked widely. "Any last words, Mr. Theodore Groves?"
"I think ye be the one who needs to think of 'em last few words."
Gwen turned around to see a pistol pointed straight in between her eyes. She looked up to see Barbossa grinning, and she narrowed her eyes.
"Hah," she huffed, lowering her sword from Groves's neck. He let out a grateful breath of air. "Yer a smart man," she said, bending down and putting her sword down. The diamond studded handle was pointed at her right foot, the tip facing off toward the sea.
"Why thank ye," he smiled. She smirked roguishly.
"We got the man, sir!" a voice shouted from below, cheers following.
"Good job, men! Now all we've got ta do is—"
"Hector Barbossa, one of the most feared pirates in the world. Remind me again why ye be on this ship?" Gwen interrupted.
"Fer reasons ye needn't know of."
"Like findin' the Fountain of Youth?" she asked, sounding like she already knew the answer to her own question. He narrowed his eyes at her.
"'Ow do ye know 'bout the Fountain?"
She shrugged, grinning widely. "That be none of yer business, mate."
He put the gun against her forehead. "Tell me," he hissed and she rolled her eyes.
"Ye were just shoutin' 'bout it! Did ye already ferget?" she said, her voice slightly teasing, despite the fact that a mere pull of the trigger would end her life.
"Course I didn't ferget!" he snarled. "Now tell me why ye are 'ere."
"I already told ye," she said impatiently. "I need this ship to get me own back, so I need this ship to find it."
"Amuse me, lass," he said sarcasticly. "Who in this entire Caribbean would even think 'bout commandeerin' an already taken ship, with the Captain aboard?"
"Jack Sparrow," she spat hatefully. The name caused him to stiffen up, his face taking on another complexion, one of disgust and hate.
"Jack Sparrow?" he repeated, not sounding like he quite believed it.
"Aye, Jack Sparrow."
His eyebrows furrowed. "What the—how in the blazes—I—argh!" He let out an angry snarl, looking up toward the sky. "SPARROW!"
The moment he looked up, Gwen slammed her foot down onto the handle of her sword. It flew up in the air and she grabbed it, quickly twirling it so that it hit Barbossa's pistol and made it go flying through the air. Barbossa turned just in time to see the pistol fall into Gwen's open hand. Before he could react, she put the blade of her sword against his chin. He stiffened, carefully looking back down to see her smirking widely.
"Ye be a smart lass."
"I know," she said, grinning as she jumbled around with the pistol to make it fit in her hand. She pointed it behind her without turning around, causing Groves, who had been starting to slowly walk toward her, to freeze. "That's right, love, ye best stop." She then looked at Gillette, who was past Barbossa, by the stairs and the handrail. "I 'aven't forgotten 'bout ye either, darlin'."
"It seems like ye fergot about me, Cap'n!" a deep voice shouted from below and she chuckled, glancing over, past the handrail that wove around the bulge in the helm.
"I 'ave ta admit, I did ferget 'bout ye fer a second, Johnny me boy!"
"Gee, thanks," he shouted back, rolling his eyes. She laughed.
"Sorry darlin', yer just too darn easy ta ferget!"
"Ye go tell that to all the women I slept with!" he said, grinning widely. Many of the Navy men looked at him, raising their eyebrows.
"Don't ye mean men?" she teased back and he groaned.
"Don't start with this again!"
"I've already started."
"CAP'N!"
"JOHNNY!" she shouted back, grinning, and he let out another loud groan, putting his hands to his face.
"Are ye two just gonna stand 'ere and argue all day or are ye gonna kill me?" Barbossa said impatiently and she looked back at him.
"Ah, right, sorry!"
"Do ye 'ave the nerves to kill me, a man that ye claim to know?"
She snorted and rolled her eyes. She paused for a moment, supposedly thinking. Her face lit up as an idea struck her.
"Don't take this too personally, Captain," she said very quietly, leaning in a bit toward Barbossa so only he could hear. She grabbed his arm, walking him toward the handrail that circled around the helm.
"Now if ye gents please," she called out loudly, her gun still pointed at Groves behind her. He looked over at Gillette, who was looking at Gwen, distracted.
"Gillette!" he hissed quietly, looking over at Gwen warily before back at Gillette. "Gillette!" he hissed again and this time Gillette looked toward him, a bit surprised. He motioned toward Gwen with his head, pointing at his sheathed sword. Gillette seemed confused for a moment but a second later he realized what his friend meant, and he looked horrified. He quickly shook his head, glancing over at Barbossa and back at Groves, putting his index finger up to his throat and pretending to slice his neck. Groves frowned deeply, looking back at the two.
"So firstly, I want ye to let me boy Johnny go," Gwen continued to talk, not hearing nor watching any part of the conversation between Groves and Gillette. They were not listening to a single word she was saying either.
The Navy soldiers glanced over at each other warily before letting go of Johnny, who was being held down by more than a dozen men. He glared at them all, shaking his shoulders as if their hands were still there. He marched up to Samuels, snatching his pistol back.
"Bloody Navy," he spat hatefully at him. Samuels blinked, slowly wiping the spit off his face. Johnny made his way up to the helm and pointed his pistol at Groves. He raised his eyebrows.
"I got 'im, Johnny, point it at Freckle face," Gwen said, motioning with her head at Gillette, who seemed caught off guard with the nickname. Johnny shrugged, moving his arm so his pistol pointed at Gillette instead.
"Now, as I were sayin'," she said, looking back at the soldiers below. "Unless ye want yer Captain dead, I recommend oa get on the longboats and leave." The men looked at each other in confusion, not sure of what to do. "C'mon now, I will kill 'im," she sneered loudly, pressing the flat side of her sword harder against his chin. His head was force to rise. This caused some fidgeting below and they all quietly started to file toward the long boats.
"BELAY THAT!" Barbossa shouted and Gwen's eyes widened. "It be thirty five against two! TWO!"
"But sir, she'll kill you!" Samuels called out worriedly, his voice slightly shaking.
"Nay, she won't! She be just sayin' that ta trick ye all!" he shouted and everyone stopped moving, looking up at the two Captains curiously.
Gwen stiffened and tiptoed. "What is ye doin', Captain Barbossa?" she hissed in his ear, and he smirked.
"What makes ye think that I'm just gonna let ye commandeer me ship?" he sneered back and her eyes narrowed at him before looking back at the crew.
"I will kill 'im if ye don't go into those bloody long boats," she said threateningly.
"But what if you're just saying that?" Samuels called out and she looked down at him.
"My, ye be a curious one, eh? There aren't many Navy men like ye anymore. I applaud ye," she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, though she seemed to be teasing him more than anything. "But ye wanna test? I can slit 'is throat, then stab 'is heart, then shoot 'im fer good measures. I can do all of that in a few seconds. Ye won't have a Captain to lead ye anywhere. Shall we try now?" she said, grinning widely as she drew her arm in, causing the sword to get closer to his neck.
"NO!" Samuels, along with Gillette, Groves, and a few others shouted. She stopped, playfully confused.
"No?" she said sadly, pursing her lips. "I thought ye wanted to see if I were lyin' or not."
"N-never mind," Samuels managed to stutter in response, his face pale. Gwen smirked.
"If ye say so. Now, get in the bloody longboats."
"NO! RETREAT! THAT BE AN ORDER!" Barbossa shouted as the men made their way to the boats, but everyone ignored him, though a few hesitated.
"Sorry Captain, but this is the best thing to do for you," Samuels said kindly and slightly apologetically, flipping a longboat over with some help. Barbossa let out a wordless snarl, looking to the left so he could see Gwen's face. Her dark green eyes twinkled playfully, giggling along with that large smirk on her face. Ignoring those eyes of hers that were so unbelievably and almost aggravatingly familiar, he spoke.
"Ye be a cruel lass."
She laughed and shrugged. "Come now, Captain, I be a pirate. What else did ye expect?"
"OI!" Johnny shouted as Groves, his sword raised, ran toward Gwen. The blonde pulled the trigger of his rifle, aimed straight for Groves's head, but nothing came out. He looked down at the pistol and opened the hatch to see no gun powder inside. Letting out an angry snarl, he ran after Groves, who was now being accompanied by Gillette. "CA—"
She was faster than that, kicking Barbossa hard in the back, causing him to fall over, and she brought her sword up, blocking the swing from Groves. She raised her left hand, Barbossa's pistol in her hand, and pointed it at Gillette. He had only just been unsheathing his sword, but froze as soon as he saw the pistol.
She chuckled. "Ah, I actually half-expected that. Ye be a brave one," she said, nodding at Groves. "But I bit too predictable," she smirked. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Grinning, she took a few steps back, toward the railing. Then she jumped off. Gillette and Groves quickly ran up to the handrail, looking over it.
"What—" Gillette started. He was cut off by a blow in the back from Johnny. He shrieked and started to fall over the railing.
"GILLETTE!" Groves shouted, quickly reaching out toward his friend, managing to grab a hold of his boot. He groaned, using his other hand to grab the other foot. Gillette dangled down the handrail, gulping as he saw the deck floor. Gwen, now on the main deck, threw the pistol she had taken from Barbossa, at Johnny, who quickly caught it. He quickly ran toward Barbossa, who had been quietly crawling his way toward his sword, and pressed the pistol against the back of his neck. Barbossa froze.
"Bloody pirates," he grumbled quietly but Johnny seemed quite star struck. Once again. He'd been seeing too many famous pirates as of late.
"I can't believe that I be pointin' a pistol at Cap'n Barbossa, one of the most famous pirate lords!" he squealed quietly, causing Barbossa to raise an eyebrow. "This may be one of the most important days of me life."
"If ye admire me so much, why not let me go?" Barbossa asked, smiling charmingly. Johnny raised an eyebrow. Barbossa frowned after a moment. "I thought the lass said that ye be a sodomite."
Johnny groaned loudly. "I ain't!" he huffed angrily. "I like women!"
"If ye say so, mate, but how 'bout ye just let me go anyway?"
"Sorry Cap'n Barbsossa, but we be needin' this ship. It be me Cap'n's orders."
"Ah, then 'ow 'bout ye join me crew instead? Leave that bloody wench," he said, shooing his hand in her general direction.
"I don't think so," Johnny said, grinning widely. "I already promised me loyalty to 'er a while back."
"Psssh," Barbossa said, rolling his eyes. "I be a much better Captain than 'er. Anyways, 'ow do ye plan to commandeer a ship with only two people?"
"Ye best not be tryin' to take me quartermaster from me, Captain Barbossa," Gwen said and the two looked to the right to see standing beside Groves, her sword pointed at his neck. She had already forced Gillette to go to the main deck and onto a longboat with the others.
"Ah, and if I were?" he asked, smirking slightly.
"Ye best be sayin' goodbye to yer goods," she said, sounding slightly playful. "They're gonna be harder to get rid of than Johnny's, that I be sure of."
"Ye'll never know till ye check, Cap'n," he grinned. She rolled her eyes, shoving him with her empty hand.
"Yer nasty."
"Yer the one that were talkin' about Cap'n Barbs's goods," he huffed, "and I know that ye ain't talkin' 'bout 'is effects."
Groves frowned. "You're not? Then what are you talking about?" he asked, trying to look at Gwen, but stopped once seeing the sword get closer to his neck. Johnny snickered and Barbossa rolled his eyes.
"Bloody Navy," was the only response that Gwen gave Groves, rolling her eyes. "Ye all know nothing. Johnny?" He nodded and pointed his pistol at Groves instead of Barbossa. "C'mon Captain Barbossa," she said, bending down as she looped her arm around his, gently pulling him up. "Let's go visit yer crew." She kept their arms looped together, as a gentleman would to a lady.
"I need me cane, lass," he said and she paused for a moment, glancing over her shoulder. "Get 'is cane, Johnny me boy, but take dear Theodore with ye." Johnny nodded and made his way toward the fallen cane, dragging Groves with him. "No worries, Captain Barbossa," she reassured as they went down the stairs, "I got ye."
"My, what a polite lass," he said, a hint of sarcasm and amusement in his voice as they continued to walk down the stairs.
She giggled. "Yer a funny one."
"Why thank ye, lass."
"Too bad," she said, shaking her head as they reached the main deck floor. "It would've been nice ta 'ave ye 'round," she said, smiling genuinely. "Ah! 'ere we are!" she said before Barbossa could repsond, gesturing toward the longboats floating down at in the waters, the crew sitting patiently.
"Captain, you're unharmed!" Samuels said in relief and Gwen grinned widely.
"Of course 'e are! I took good care of 'im." She patted his hat and he rolled his eyes.
"Can I go now, lass?"
"O' course! Bye, Captain Barbossa, 'till we meet again."
"Ye plan ta meet me again?" he called out as he went down the ropes that led down to the longboats. He sounded amused.
"Aye. Ooh! I almost fergot!" She dashed back up to the helm, grabbing Barbossa's fallen sword. She looked over the railing, extending the sword out.
"'Ere ye go!" she said, tossing his sword at him. He caught it, the sword fitting perfectly into his hand.
"What about me gun?" he shouted back but she smiled, shaking her head.
"Sorry, but I be needin' that!"
"Lass—"
"What about Groves?" Gillette quickly intervened, standing up, shaking the boat. Gwen grinned widely before turning around to face Johnny and Groves.
"I keep 'im." Her grin was wide and mischievous. Both Johnny and Groves's eyes widened.
"WHAT?" Johnny, Gillette, and Groves all shouted simultaneously. She smirked, turning back around to look down at the men down in the boat.
"Sorry darlin', but I've taken in interest in 'im. Now bon voyage!" she said cheerfully, blowing a kiss before pulling her face away from the handrail.
"Wait just a second!" Gillette shouted but she didn't look over again, running toward the helm. She quickly grabbed a hold of the wheel and she turned it around rapidly, making the ship head toward the west.
"Hey!" Groves shouted, chasing her up to the helm, Johnny following. "I demand that you let me go!"
She paused in her work to look at him. She smirked widely.
"Sorry, darlin', but yer too cute ta let go," she purred, placing her finger under his chin, raising it slightly. He didn't do anything, his face solemn.
"Please let go of me," he said and she sighed, dropping her finger and putting her back onto the wheel.
"Is ye crazy, Cap'n? 'E's from the bloody Navy!" Johnny snarled, glaring at Groves.
"Aye, what be yer point?"
"Ye 'ate the Navy; why the bloody hell be 'e 'ere?"
"Tis simple, my dear Johnny," Gwen said as she turned the wheel to the right. "'E threatened me life…twice. That caught me attention. And ye know 'ow 'ard it are to impress me. Besides," she said and shrugged, "it'd be too hard to commandeer a ship with just two people. Another person can make all the difference."
"But—"
"No buts!" she snapped and he stopped talking, though he pursed his lips. She looked back at Groves, grinning widely at him. "Welcome to me crew, Mr. Theodore Groves!"
Gillette finally sat back down the boat, angrily slamming his fist against his thigh. "Pirates," he snarled to himself. He looked at Barobossa. "What do we do now, Captain?" Barbossa didn't respond, blankly looking out at the sea. "Captain?"
"…Charts…"
"What?" Gillette asked, leaning in a bit closer, for he couldn't hear him well.
"THE CHARTS! I left the charts on the ship!" he shouted suddenly, standing up, causing the boat to rock. His eyebrows furrowed as he let out an angry wordless snarl, stomping his left foot, unable to do so with his peg one. "DAMN PIRATES!" he shouted angrily, glaring at the taken ship as it sailed away. He looked down at the sword in his hand before angrily throwing it down and it clattered as it fell. He sat back down after a few moments, his eyebrows still furrowed.
"…What now, Captain?" Gillette asked slowly and hesitantly. Barbossa sighed deeply, putting a hand to his temple. He was silent for a few moments, but before long, his face lit up.
"Gents, we're gonna go visit an old friend of mine."
I hope you enjoyed! :)
I think I'll be updating a lot now because...well..SCHOOL'S OVER!