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Chapter 4

Day I – Part I

"Are you sure you do not wish for me to accompany you, dear?"

"I'm quite sure, darling. I will be fine. You have business to attend to." She smiled at him.

"I'm worried about you."

"I know you are darling, but I have the protection of London's finest. Well, six of them at least. It is not too long a voyage."

He nodded slowly. "I will miss you, my love."

"I will return to you, I promise."

"Sir, Milady, we are ready."

Viscount Nithers nodded at the solider as he helped his wife into the longboat.

"Good bye, darling"

"Good bye, Rupert."

She kissed him quickly before she sat down in the boat.

"We already sent your trunks ahead Milady, they will be placed in your cabin. They were quite heavy you know, took two men to carry each and they required separate longboats. " Said the solider as he was rowing the little boat towards the Navy's Fearless.

"I am sorry sir, I'm afraid I have not yet learnt how to pack lightly. Thank you for taking care of them for me." She smiled charmingly at him.

"You're welcome, milady."

When they reached the boat, she was quickly ushered into her cabin.

"I hope it suits you."

"It is fine sir, thank you."

"You're welcome, we will set sail momentarily. Do you require anything?"

"No, I don't believe I do. Thank you."

The solider nodded and left. She quickly closed the door and barred it behind him. After she made sure the curtains were drawn she went to open the trunks.

"Thank ye, Miss, I don't know how much longer I could have breathed in there." Mr. Gibbs said as he slowly sat up and made his way out of the small trunk.

She smiled at him before opening the second trunk.

"Hello Jack." She said as she looked down into the now open trunk.

"'Ello, love." He said as he sat up in his confined space and stepped out.

"Have a good voyage, Gibbs?"

The old man shrugged and sat down on Maya's bed.

"The trunks were brilliant, Jack. Good thing I happened to bring them with me to London. And it was also a good thing everyone in that household is a sound sleeper."

"Aye." Gibbs said as he laid down.

"Comfortable?" Maya asked, somewhat amused.

He nodded as he curled up and went to sleep.

Maya reached into the trunk Jack was in and pulled out some clothes. Man's clothes.

"I thought I put these away when I put on my wedding ring."

"And yet you kept them." He smirked and looked at her.

"Yes, I did. I suppose I always wanted one last adventure. One last hurrah, if you will. But never did I think that you, Captain Sparrow, would be the man to give me the opportunity."

"But you hoped, didn't you love?"

"You know me far too well, Jack."

She walked over to Gibbs and clapped her hands loudly in front of his face. When he did not so much as even flinch, she walked back over to the trunk and began undressing.

She smiled because she could feel Jack's eyes on her.

When she finished she turned around. "What do you think?"

"You look like the pirate you always were."

"Thank you." She reached back into the trunk and pulled out two pistols, a sword, and a knife.

"Where'd you get those?"

"Around." She smiled playfully as she inserted them into her belt.

"And I was laying on them?"

"Yes."

"It is amazing that I didn't impale myself in some fashion. You could have told me they were in there you know."

"Would you have gotten in if you had known the chance of your spearing and or skinning yourself was incredibly high?"

"No."

"Ergo, I didn't tell you, and you're none the worse for wear."

"Do you still know how to use them, or do you need lessons?" He smirked and leaned back against the wall.

"Oh I think I can manage."

She went over to the trunk Gibbs was in and pulled out three black cloaks. She tossed one onto Gibbs, and one to Jack. She put the third one on.

"I really wish we did not have to kill them. They seem like such nice men, all in all."

"We could drop them off on some island."

"Risky, isn't it?"

"Nothing's worth doing if it isn't."

"But if they do somehow find their way off the island, then I could be killed."

"Not if you stayed with me, lass."

He dropped his cloak on the floor where he stood, swayed over to her and put his arms around her waist.

She smiled sadly and looked at his face. "You'd tire of me. I'd probably get tired of you too."

He pretended to look offended as he patted her rump, rather hard.

"Jack!"

He smirked and kissed her.

After a few seconds she pushed him away.

"Tonight, we will have this cabin all to ourselves. I plan to put it to good use. But before that we have to get rid of six trained navy men."

She balled her hands into fists and looked down at the floor. "Damn it! I don't enjoy killing."

"Think about how many pirates and good men they've hanged just because they were pirates, and they stole a few things, and did a little bit of pillaging and plundering. Think about how many men of your father's crew were sent to Davy Jones' locker because of the Navy men."

She nodded. "You're right, Jack. Guilty by association, ay?"

"Right, love."

Jack Sparrow didn't really enjoy killing all that much either. He knew it would be incredibly simple for him to lock up all the crew in the brig, and deposit them on some God-forsaken spit of land. That way, he would get to keep her. But he knew keeping her that way would only push her away, and make her hate him. So, he would kill them, for her, and his Pearl.

"Do you think you should wake up your friend?"

"Aye." Jack found a water pitcher and dumped its contents onto Mr. Gibbs.

"Mother of Pearl, Jack!" Gibbs said as he sat up shaking his head.

"Put your cloak on mate, we have a ship to commandeer."