"Aw bloody hell, I can't believe I just thought of it," Gwen said, slapping herself on her forehead with a sigh as she shook her head. Johnny and Groves looked at her in confusion.
"What?" Johnny asked with a confused frown, but it turned into a sly grin moments later. "Ye finally realized that ye want ta bed wif me, eh?" he asked, still grinning widely as Groves looked at him incredulously. Gwen rolled her eyes as she faced him.
"We is at Tortuga, so if ye want ta let out yer sexual feelings, let 'em out on the whores there. Anyways, I 'ave better taste than that," she said, looking Johnny from head to toe in disgust. He rolled his eyes.
"Oh c'mon now, everyone wants a piece o' this," he said, gesturing down at himself with a cocky grin.
"I'd rather die," she said with a teasing grin and he pursed his lips. Before he could say anything else, she continued. "Anyways, this be serious, Johnny, we is gonna dock soon…and everyone's gonna be thinkin' that this be a Navy ship!"
"It are," Johnny said, pausing for a moment before grinning playfully down at her. "Are ye stupid, Cap'n? Of course this be a Navy ship, look at the colors!" he said, pointing up at the flag that blew in the wind. Gwen rolled her eyes.
"That are the problem, ye twit! They is gonna think that Tortuga be under attack! Get that bloody color off!" she snapped and he frowned.
"Why do I gotta do it? Why can't-"
"Johnny!" she snapped and he quickly dashed off toward the ropes that led to the main mast. Gwen sighed and turned back toward Tortuga, seeing it even closer. Groves cleared his throat, causing Gwen to glance over at him with a raised eyebrow. "Aye, handsome?"
"You could just drop me off here, as Johnny suggested," he said with a hopeful smile. She shook her head, smiling dryly.
"Yer a persistent one, aren't ye? Hopefully yer that persistent in bed," she purred, leaning in toward him and he took a small step back, looking a bit uncomfortable. As he opened his mouth to say something, it was a deeper voice that came out.
"All done, Cap'n," Johnny said as his boots hit the main deck floor and he tossed the flag aside, making a face at it. "Ye know, I think pirate colors be much more creative than Navy ones."
Gwen gasped dramatically, walking past Groves, toward Johnny. "Johnny me boy, ye used the word creative! I be so proud of ye!" she cooed with a teasing tone and he glared down at her.
"I ain't stupid."
"Yes ye is."
"No I ain't!"
"Yes ye is!" she huffed and he glared down at her, crossing his arms across his chest as Groves turned around to face them, speaking after hesitantly waiting a few moments.
"Shouldn't you be controlling the wheel?" he asked and the two pirates looked over at him, then back at each other, Johnny grinning down at Gwen, who rolled her eyes and dashed up the stairs leading to the helm, taking a hold of the wheel.
"Aye, Mr. Theodore Groves," she said with a teasing smile, bowing slightly before turning the wheel, looking up toward the other docked ships, which they were slowly getting closer to. He didn't respond, turning back toward the waters and the dock that got closer to them.
"I can't wait," Johnny said, licking his lips before grinning widely, clasping his hands together. Gwen laughed loudly, turning the wheel slightly to the left.
"Hopefully ye can find some men that is interested in ye," she said with a grin and he groaned loudly as he looked up at her tiredly.
"Not this again."
"Oh come now, Johnny me boy, I are gonna keep on sayin' it 'till ye finally admit it!"
"Admit what, that I've bed wif more women than ya 'ave wif men?" he asked with a grin and she snapped her head down toward him, narrowing her eyes.
"Don't ye mean that ye've slept wif men, not women?"
"Ha, yer avoidin' the answer!" he said quickly, pointing a finger at her accusingly and she didn't respond, looking off toward the dock. "So it be true!"
"Oh shut the hell up, Johnny," she snapped angrily, turning back toward him for a moment before back toward the dock, which they were extremely close to now. "I ain't a whore, unlike some people," she snarled, glaring down at Johnny, obviously hinting something. He looked confused, frowning slightly.
"Who?" he asked and she merely rolled her eyes, turning back toward the waters. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped as she let go of the wheel, running toward the railing. "What?" Johnny asked with a frown, running toward the railing beside Groves, and his mouth dropped as well.
"'Tis Burnin' Dawn!" Gwen shouted in excitement, a full out grin flashing across her face as she looked over at Johnny for a quick second before back at the ship that was now floating in front of them. Johnny was grinning widely as well and he turned to look up at Gwen, who was now running down the stairs that led to the main deck. Laughing, she jumped into Johnny's arms and he twirled her around, laughing, before putting her down after a few moments. Groves looked utterly confused and out of place as he looked at the two before at the ship that floated in front of him.
"She be safe, Cap'n, let's get on 'er right now!" Johnny said excitedly and she nodded vigorously, quickly running over to get some ropes. Groves frowned deeply as she handed one to him and Johnny, she and Johnny quickly getting up onto the railing.
"What's going to happen to this ship?" he inquired and the two pirates looked down at him, looking like they could really care less.
"Oh who cares?" Johnny said with a roll of his eyes. He swung off the railing and landed on Gwen's ship. Gwen, however, paused for a moment as she looked down at the wigged man.
"Guess we is just gonna 'ave ta leave 'er 'ere, maybe somebody else will take 'er."
His frown only deepened. "We can't just leave a ship like that!"
"We is," she said with a grin, ignoring the shouts from Johnny as he frantically waved his arms at her, indicating her to come over. "What, ye gonna take control of an entire ship on yer own?" she asked and he didn't respond, sighing quietly and shaking his head. "Then, c'mon now, let's go on me ship!" she said with a grin and he hesitantly attempted to get up on the railing, only to fall back down. Giggling, Gwen extended her hand out to her, which he hesitantly and embarrassingly took. "Ready?" she asked as she looked over at him, letting go of his hand once he finally managed to balance on the thin railing. He gulped nervously, looking down at the murky waters, but nodded nonetheless.
"Then ye go first!" He looked over at her with wide, frightened eyes, and she pushed him off. Gwen followed, laughing, and landed on the balls of her feet rather gracefully, quickly straightening up. Groves, however, wasn't quite as experienced at flying through the air on a rope, and had stumbled down on his feet. He picked himself up as Gwen giggled and Johnny was running around the ship like a maniac, obviously overjoyed. Gwen was quiet as she turned around, walking toward the railing and gently placing her hand on it.
"Johnny!" she snapped suddenly, twirling around to face her quartermaster, who paused in his little dance, looking over at her. "Check ta see if anything are stolen or broken," she said and Johnny nodded, quickly dashing down the stairs that led below deck. She paused for a moment, looking at Groves. "Do ye think that we can 'ave one of them bathtubs from yer ship?" she asked, jabbing her thumb toward the Navy ship that floated behind them.
"Err…well it's not necessarily my ship, it belongs-"
"Oh who gives a damn, just gimme a bathtub!" she interrupted impatiently with a roll of her eyes and he pursed his lips slightly.
"Why don't you just go buy one?" he asked and she laughed, shaking her head.
"Ye can't just go and BUY a bathtub!"
"Why not, we've docked and they must sell some," he said with a confused frown and she shook her head again with a smile.
"Ye've never been ta Tortuga, 'ave ye." It was a statement, not a question, and he nodded, causing her to smirk slightly. "Maybe I should give ye a tour of the town, then…but in the mean while, I gotta go check if that bastard stole anythin'!" she said and ran past him, into her cabin. She walked out a few moments later, looking satisfied, and Johnny arrived to the main deck, frowning.
"Cap'n…" Johnny started nervously and she looked at him, groaning.
"Damn, what'd they take?"
"Half our stock of gold, shillings, jewelry…the lots!" he said, looking quite frustrated himself. Gwen swore many foul words underneath her breath, causing Groves to raise his eyebrows, surprised that she, a woman, knew such words, words that he himself didn't know. She angrily stomped the floor. Her expression became deadly.
"We're findin' Sparrow, and maybe if we is lucky, find the rest of that blasted crew and finish 'em all off!" she snarled and Johnny pursed his lips slightly.
"Why?" he whined childishly, earning a raised eyebrow from Gwen. "Can't we just get some rum, which, by the way, be all gone?"
"'E stole me ship, Johnny, me ship! Hah, 'e ain't gettin' away this damn easily. It ain't even 'bout the gold right now," she said and he sighed quietly, nodding. He grinned after a few moments.
"Ye be right, Cap'n, we ain't gonna let the bloody bastard get away wif this! Let's go get 'im now!" he said, raising his right fist in the air with a grin as he looked down at his Captain, who giggled and nodded.
"Aye, but somebody best stay on me ship ta make sure nobody steals it again, or if Sparrow comes back…" she trailed off, looking at Groves with a smile. "What 'bout ye, Theodore Groves?"
He looked taken aback, his eyes widening slightly. "What? ME?"
"Aye! Aw, too bad, I guess I can't give ya a tour of the town now," she said with a sad shake of her head.
"But Cap'n!" Johnny hissed, glaring over at Groves before looking down at her. "'E might steal yer ship, or maybe he is gonna run off…which, I guess I won't mind."
"Yes, what makes you think that I won't do that?" Groves huffed bravely and Gwen turned to look at him, smirking.
"Well, ta be quite honest, I don't exactly consider ye part of me crew, so I can't 'ave ye promise me yer loyalty…" she tapped her index finger against her chin thoughtfully as Groves looked at her, slightly perplexed. "That are true, right?"
He nodded. "I serve the Royal Navy and the King himself."
"That 'urts, Groves darlin', it 'urts," she said, placing a hand on her chest, feigning hurt, causing Johnny to snicker. "Well even if ye ain't necessarily a true member of me crew, yer traveling wif us, whether ye like it or not. Ye is just gonna 'ave ta deal wif that…ye too, Johnny me boy," she said, glancing over at him sternly and he pursed his lips, crossing his arms across his chest.
"I still don't get WHY we gotta-"
"'ow many times do I gotta tell ye?" she paused for a moment before continuing. "I'll tell ye a bit more later. As fer ye," she said, facing Groves once again. "Just stay 'ere and guard the ship," she pleaded, seeming too tired to argue. He was quiet for a few moments before responding.
"I have no reason to do that," he said, gathering up his courage as she raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Johnny me boy, ye go on ahead ta town. Get many barrels of rum," she ordered, and he obeyed without arguing, which was rather rare, quickly getting off the ship. Gwen took steps toward Groves, closing the distance between them as she looked up at him. "Yer a courageous one, ye know that? I applaud ye." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. He didn't respond, only looking back at her, not breaking the eye contact. "Look, I know ye serve the Navy, and I don't expect ye ta easily give in ta becomin' a member of me crew."
"Then why do you bother?" he paused for a moment, correcting himself. "Well, actually, you've already told me a number of times-"
"That I 'ave. Now, yer somethin' of a high rank, no? Are ye…a Commodore, perhaps?"
"I'm a Lieutenant," he said proudly and she smiled, nodding.
"Ah, Lieutenant it are then. Well, as a Lieutenant, shouldn't ye follow orders without any arguing?" she purred, fixing his jacket collar and he didn't do anything, too polite to tell her to stop. She smiled once she fixed it and looked back up at him.
"Yes, I suppose, but you're not my Captain."
"Ah, true, very true indeed," she said, nodding. "Ye know, ye was quite lucky ta 'ave Captain Barbossa as yer Captain. 'E's one of the best pirates 'round."
"Yes, he was a very well known pirate," Groves agreed with a nod of his head.
"Ye mean are, love, he are a very well known pirate," she said and being the gentleman he was, he didn't correct her grammar. "Just like me!" she said with a grin and he couldn't help but crack a smile.
"Yes, that's very true."
"Aye!" she said happily, smiling. "Ye know, yer quite the cutie when ye smile," she said and he blushed, looking away, only causing her to smirk. "Yer wife must be quite the lucky one," she said and he looked back at her, obviously appalled and taken aback, which only caused Gwen to be confused. "What?"
"I'm not married," he said, blinking a few times, wondering why she would come to such a conclusion. Gwen answered, as if reading his mind.
"Oh, oops, ye is such a handsome man that I thought that ye be married. I mean, 'ow can anybody resist?" she asked with a wink and he decided to take that as a compliment, though he didn't respond, blushing and looking away. "Well, it were fun talkin' ta ya, Lieutenant Groves, but I gotta get goin' and get me some Sparrow," she said, turning around and starting to walk off, but Groves frowned and walked after her.
"What am I supposed to do?"
She twirled around to face him, smiling. "Guard me ship, hun."
"I refuse to. I will get off this ship right now and go back to the Navy," he declared, walking past her, only to have her grab onto his wrist and twirl him around. She looked annoyed and out of patience.
"Listen, Groves, I don't 'ave time fer this, and we've already talked 'bout this more than enough. Yer stayin' on this ship whether ye like it or not, and ta be quite honest, I could care less if you'd rather be wif yer Navy buddies," she hissed and before he could say or do anything less, she clamped an iron onto the wrist she had a hold of and clamped the other one to the railing. He looked down at the irons with wide eyes, appalled at how quickly she had gotten it on him. "Sorry, darlin', but 'tis the only way ta ensure yer safety," she purred, poking him on the nose before laughing and walking past him, down into Tortuga.
The town was loud as it usually was, with drunks and whores running around the streets. Gwen kept her eyes peeled for Jack, her hand hovering over the hilt of her sword. She paused for a moment, narrowing her eyes at the back of a man's head, dreadlocks swinging down. He was walking casually. She unsheathed her sword and started to chase after him, shouting "Sparrow!"
The man paused in his walk. He turned around with a smile on his face. She froze completely, her grip on her sword slackening.
This man was not Jack Sparrow, but held some resemblance to him. He was tan and wrinkles ran across his face, showing his age. Despite his age, that didn't make anyone fear him less, if not make them fear him more. He had deep, dark brown eyes, just like his son, so dark that they were almost black. He had a mustache and beard with long black dreadlocks, consisting of many trinkets and some crosses. He wore a brown vest over a white frilly shirt, both covered by a long, unbuttoned red coat. Black boots were worn over grey pants and a big brown buckle came across his shoulder to hips, where his sword was sheathed. A big brown hat sat on the top of his head, hiding the black bandana underneath.
"Captain Teague," Gwen breathed, looking dumbfounded, but a few moments later her lips reached an all out grin. "Captain Teague!" she repeated, sheathing her sword. She ran up to him and embraced him. He laughed and hugged her back, patting her back. She let go of him a moment later and they grinned at each other.
"Gwennie, it's been awhile," he said with a grin, nodding. "'Ow've ye been, darlin'?"
"I been better," she answered honestly, "but I is just doin' what I do best." She grinned widely. "'Ow 'bout yerself? I 'aven't seen ye in a while."
"I've been doing fine, thanks fer asking." A silence followed and Gwen quickly broke it.
"'ave ye seen me dad lately?"
He had to think about it for a moment before responding. "Aye, I saw 'im a month or two ago. You should see 'is room," he said and laughed. "You'd probably go crazy," he said and she groaned.
"'Tis that bad?"
"Aye, and the stench." he shivered. "You should go visit soon and clean it up. 'E can't do much without you, Gwennie," he said, earning another laugh from her.
"I think I be too scared now."
"So 'ow's that quartermaster of yours?"
"'E's doin' fine, still stupid as before," she said, grinning, and he chuckled.
"It's amazing to think 'ow long you two 'ave been working together."
She shrugged. "Aye, I guess, but sometimes I wish I could pick up that fat arse of 'is and throw 'im off the ship!"
"Any new crew members?" he asked conversationally. She shrugged.
"Not really, other than a bloody Navy man I picked up. Quite an attractive one, though, I gotta say."
"Navy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Navy?"
She nodded. "Aye."
"The only person I know that 'ates the Navy more than you is yer dad," he said and she laughed, nodding in agreement. "So why the bloody hell do ye 'ave a Navy man aboard yer ship? You plan on burnin' him on a stake?"
She laughed and shook his head. "Nay, Captain, nothin' like that!" She paused. "'Tis a bit hard ta explain…but, I see potential in 'im."
"Potential?" Teague asked curiously, slightly raising an eyebrow.
"Aye, I can see 'im as a pirate, strange as that sounds. 'E don't do exactly as ordered, and 'e's got a bit of an adventurous side of 'im. 'E just needs ta let it out," she said thoughtfully, nodding to herself, sounding quite intrigued herself. Teague laughed in amusement and she looked up at him curiously, slightly tilting her head to the right.
"Ah, Gwennie, it'd be funny to see a Navy man turn into a pirate. Let me know if it works out."
She laughed as well. "Okay, I will, but that best mean that we be seein' each other real soon."
"It does mean that," he said with a smile and she smiled back, giving him a little side hug, which he returned. "Anyways, darlin', what are you doing 'ere in Tortuga?" he asked as he let go of her and she turned to face him.
"Well, originally, I came 'ere ta get some rum. There ain't any rum on a Navy ship," she said and Teague raised a hand to stop her.
"Wait a second, why were you on a Navy ship?" he questioned. Anger suddenly flashed across her face, and although she tried to appear calm for his sake, she couldn't mask her anger.
"Ask yer son." Her voice had become a venomous hiss. Teague raised an eyebrow.
"Ah, I see," he said softly. "So that was the ship Jackie was a-talkin' 'bout."
Her eyebrows shot up. "Ye saw 'im? Where be the bloody eunuch?" Her hand went to the hilt of her sword but Teague raised his index finger and she froze, letting her hand drop back to her side.
"Fine," she huffed, avoiding his eyes as she crossed her arms across her chest. "The only reason I ain't gonna kill 'im is because 'e be yer son," she grumbled.
He chortled. "Thankee fer being so considerate of this ol' man, darlin'."
"Yeah yeah," she mumbled and he sighed quietly.
"Come now, darlin', let's 'ave a seat and a drink. We 'ave loads to talk about," he said and gestured her to follow him into a bar, which she did with some hesitation. They got a small table off in the corner and the barmaid, who was showing too much flesh, but perhaps the perfect amount in Tortuga, gave them each a mug of beer. They both sipped on their drinks before speaking.
"So what is it that ye wanna talk 'bout?" Gwen asked and Teague leaned in closer to her from across the small table.
"Surely you've 'eard about the Fountain of Youth."
"Aye, of course, I even 'ave directions ta it, and I plan ta go," she said casually and he was taken aback, his eyebrows rising.
"What?"
"There were the charts in Captain Barbossa's cabin."
"Whoa, hold on a second," Teague said, raising his hands. "Barbossa?"
"Aye, 'e became part of the Navy, did ye know that?" she asked and he nodded. "Well, I suppose 'e 'ad the charts. Ye know that Navy ship I were a-talkin' 'bout?" she asked and he nodded again. "Well, I took it from Captain Barbossa. I saw the charts rolled up in 'is cabin."
"And you actually plan on goin'?" He had an eyebrow raised in doubt. She frowned.
"Aye, o' course, why the bloody hell not?"
His eyebrow rose higher and he gave her a look. "Ye've ne'er been one to cheat death, darlin'. Unlike Jackie, I know that ye ain't scared of it."
At this, she raised her eyebrows. "Jack Sparrow is afraid of death?"
"Ne'er mind that," he said with a wave of his hand. "This is ye we're talkin' 'bout. I know yer always about livin' yer life to the fullest; I don't think you want to live forever, love."
"I'm goin' regardless o' what ye say," she huffed, folding her arms across her chest moodily. "'Tis fer the adventure o' it."
"Surely ye could go anywhere else fer a silly li'l adventure?"
Her eyes narrowed. "It ain't just a 'silly li'l adventure' to me, Captain Teague." Her tone became irritated and snappy. He put his hands up in a sign of peace.
"Alright, darlin'. Yer a grown woman, and bein' as stubborn as ye are, I know I can't change yer mind. It's yer choice." She drank her drink grumpily. "I just hope 'tis the right choice."
"It are."
"Well then, I suppose I best warn you ahead of time," he said and she looked at him curiously. "Jackie be goin' too."
Her eyes widened. "What?"
"Jackie's going to the Fountain of Youth, 'e wants to live forever."
"Great, just what I need," she grumbled angrily, taking a long sip of her beer.
"Silly, you two used to get along so well," he said with a sad smile and she snorted.
"Aye, we got along when we was, what, five? 'E became a bloody jerk when 'e became a teen," she huffed and Teague chuckled.
"You weren't the happiest girl in the world either, if I remember correctly," he said and she didn't respond, looking away. He chuckled, taking a sip of his beer before placing it back on the table. "I'm surprised that you didn't recognize 'im if 'e stole yer ship."
"Well, 'tis been nearly twenty years," she laughed. "People change both physically and mentally."
"Aye, that be true, I sure as hell didn't look this old twenty years ago," he said, gesturing down at himself and the two laughed.
"Nay, Captain Teague, yer even handsomer now," she replied with a grin.
"Ah, thankee lass, I see that you still haven't lost your charm."
She laughed. "Neither 'ave ye." He smiled back at her.
A moment of silence passed between them as the rambunctious laughter in the tavern grew louder.
"Well," she said as she stood up, "'tis been great talkin' to ye again, but I must get a-goin'."
Teague smiled and nodded. "See you soon, Gwennie."
She offered him one last smile before turning around and walking away. She paused as she made it to the door and looked over to see that Teague was gone.
Johnny loaded the last barrel of rum onto the ship and he walked up the stairs to the main deck, for he was below deck. He was about to get off the ship but he paused for a moment, grinning over at Groves, who was still helplessly stuck to the irons.
"Cap'n got ye good," the sandy haired blond said with a grin and Groves looked over at him, still standing up straight despite the annoying and harmful manacles.
"May I help you?" He sounded tired and perhaps more than a tad annoyed. Johnny snickered, raising his hands.
"Ooh, I'm scared, what is ye gonna do? Is ye gonna hit me wif that wig of yers?" he laughed at his own joke.
"No."
"Ooh, I are even more scared," he said, snickering as he started to walk down the ramp that led down to the dock.
"W-wait!" Groves called out and Johnny paused for a moment, glancing over his shoulder. "Can you please take these irons off me?" he asked politely and a bit pleadingly. Johnny turned back around, grinning as he walked up to Groves, who looked up at him gratefully. "Oh thank you!"
"Hold on a second, I'll take 'em off under one condition," Johnny said, raising an index finger and Groves looked at him attentively. "Ye take yer breeches off," he said and Groves's eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows.
"What?" he asked, as if he had misheard the order and Johnny grinned widely.
"C'mon now, if ye take 'em off, I'll take the irons off," he said, pointing to the manacles that held onto him.
Groves looked at him uncomfortably. "So, it is true, is it, that you're into...?"
Johnny looked as if he would barf. "Nay, nay, it ain't like that! 'Tis just that I wanna embarrass ye is all."
Groves sighed in defeat and shook his head. "Fine, but you better take the manacles off."
"O' course."
Groves looked down at his breeches, and after a few tries of taking them off, he managed to and they lay on the floor beside him. Johnny burst out laughing at the sight of the exposed Navy soldier, who looked embarrassed but looked up at Johnny nonetheless.
"Now can you take off my irons?" he asked as Johnny continued to laugh and he waited patiently for him to stop.
"Hold on a sec," he said as he bent down and took Grove's breeches, snickering as he ran up the ratlines. He tied it up on the topmast and it lay there, for there was no wind and therefore didn't flutter. Nonetheless, Johnny laughed and went back down to the main deck. Grinning widely to himself, he walked down onto the ramp and Groves's mouth dropped.
"Hey! What about our deal?" Groves called out and Johnny paused for a moment, grinning as he glanced over his shoulder.
"I ain't got the keys," he said and laughed as he walked off to the town, ignoring Groves's shouts.
"What may I get ye, lass?" the bald bartender asked as Gwen took a seat at the long table, full of laughing drunks.
"I'll 'ave some scotch," she said and he nodded, walking over to fill a mug. He returned moments later, handing it to her.
"That'd be three shillings," he said and she took some from her pocket, putting it down on the table and slid it toward him. Grinning, he took it and stuffed it down his trouser pockets. She sighed before taking a long sip of her powerful drink and the bartender looked down at her curiously.
"Is something the matter, lass?"
"Aye, I is lookin' fer someone but can't find the bloody bastard," she said, frowning before taking another long sip of her drink.
"Maybe I can help ye. What does he look like?"
"'E 'as dreadlocks, a hat, a coat…" she said tiredly. "'E's a Captain…or so 'e claims," she snarled, drinking some more scotch as the bartender thoughtfully put his hand to his chin.
"Is that 'im?" he asked, gesturing with his head toward someone across the bar and she turned around to see a man that fit her description, his trinkets touching his face as he leaned in closer toward the redheaded whore. She didn't care anymore; she didn't care how handsome he looked right then and there, the light from the lantern dancing across his face. She didn't care about his deep, dark, oh so dark brown eyes that twinkled as he laughed along with the whore.
She blinked a few times, realizing how much he had changed over twenty years. Sure, she had seen him that month or so ago, when he had stolen her ship, when he had pretended to be her crew member. But there, where she sat, she looked like she had just been slapped across the face, twenty years worth of slaps.
"Lass?" the bartender croaked from behind and she twirled back around, putting the drink down onto the table and she put her hand in her pocket, taking out a few more shillings and she put it his hand. He looked delighted and grinned over at her.
"Thanks," she said as she stood up, unsheathing her sword, remembering that Jack had stolen her ship, that he had tricked her, and that she hated him. Oh, how much she hated him.
"Come back anytime!" the bartender said happily and she smiled to herself as she quietly walked past the drunks, ignoring them, for her eyes were focused on Jack, and Jack alone.
"I got ye now, Sparrow."
So, in this chapter you discover that Gwen actually knew Jack since they were quite young, and that she is also very close with Captain Teague. How? How does Gwen Bloodrayne know these two infamous pirates as intimately as she does? You'll just have to keep reading! :))