Hey, here's the seventh chapter! Wrote it fast, lol, I hope you all enjoy it. A lot of interesting things happen, several clashes, jealousy, and... yeah. I'm going to be busy with school this week unfortunately, so I don't know when I can update. But I'll try to as soon as possible. And if I don't, Happy St. Patricks day!

Chapter Seven: Bloody Eunuch

Will tapped on Nicky's shoulder as she was looking over the railing. She raised her eyebrow and turned around swiftly to see an old friend. "Will!" She shouted with joy, throwing her arms around him like they hadn't seen each other in years. Will chuckled awkwardly hugging back, he could feel Jack's glare burning holes into his back from behind. Nic retreated and looked her how Will had changed, but he really did look the same. Brown hair tied in a ponytail, penetrating brown eyes, and a dark brown goatee. "You haven't changed a bit!" Will wished he could say the same, but if he did, it would surely be a lie.

Pirate life definitely treated Nic very well, golden tanned skin, sun-kissed brown hair, even her hazel eyes had a spunk held in them that he hadn't seen before. "I wish I can say the same for you. Look at you, I see this choice you made is treating you well." She smiled and then he asked, "How are you?"

Nic went to answer the question, but then she heard someone clearing their throat behind them. She felt a hand on her waist leading her away from Will and to the helm. Nicky didn't even have to look to know that it was Jack. She looked over at him and glared anyway. Before she could comment she heard Gibbs' voice calm her down a bit, "Let's put as much distance between us and this island, and head out to open sea." Nic didn't have to look at Jack to know that idea wasn't as good as it might sound to others. What he had told her before they had arrived to the island of the Pelegostos, was so alarming that it even made her afraid of the open sea.

"The what is coming after us?" Her body tensed on the bed and her eyes became wide by just hearing those words. Nicky was practically speechless, how could he be so foolish? Jack just put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, but she smacked it away. "Jack Sparrow, you're a fool! Why in the bloody hell would you do that?" She exclaimed getting up from their bed abruptly. Jack seethed, he somehow knew that he was going to get this sort of reaction instead of 'Oh, Jack, I'll stay by you' but he had a pit in his gut that he followed that that reaction was going to happen.

"Shh! Be quiet people will hear you!" Jack tried hushing her in loud whispers. Nicolette gritted her teeth as Jack continued to console her. "Now, love—."

"Don't you sweet talk me! That doesn't work anymore!" She exclaimed throwing her hands up in the air in aggravation. "You put all of our lives at risk for a ship!"

"Love, it ain't like that—!"

"Then how is it like? Enlighten me, please, you obviously knew that this was going to happen some point in these thirteen years." Nicky stated, placing her hands on her hips. She was waiting for an answer, but she only received silence. Nic should have never had that out burst. It was the past, even she had a past that she didn't want to bring out. Skeletons in her closet that she didn't want to look upon.

Jack came forward and grabbed Nicolette by the shoulders, she was looking into his deep brown eyes, they had much more depth than of the deep waters of the sea. "Love, what did I say before?" He asked, she looked down at the floor of their cabin, shuffling her feet nervously. Trust. She needed to trust him no matter what the circumstance. He apparently knew what he was doing. "You need to trust me, I know what I'm doing."

Nicky gulped and looked back up into Jack's enchanting eyes, "And what might that be?" Jack stayed quiet. He didn't even have a heading from his compass to direct him to what he knew he was doing, or was he refraining to be doing what he thought he needed to be done? No, no, no, none of that, it was only... improbable to explain to her, to the crew, and even himself. Nicky just shook her head and put a hand on where she felt her head pounding already. Headaches were going to be the death of her.

"Love, will you please just sit back down?" Jack asked calmly, out of the two of them, he was somewhat the most patient. But this time his patience was running out. She went to walk away, but then Jack grabbed her arm tightly to make her yield. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to look at him. "Nicolette, I have a couple of things. That's all."

She learned the truth of the chest and the compass last night, Nicky didn't know why Jack hadn't trust her with this before. It made her question everything in her relationship with him. Now, she didn't know, although she was trying to gain trust in him like he had said. She seethed to Gibbs before Jack could answer to his request, "Not a good idea at all, mate."

Gibbs looked over at her with his eyebrow raised and Jack answered, "Yes, to the first, yes to the second." Nicky looked up at him in disbelief as he led her up to the helm. He continued, "But, only insofar we keep to the shallows as much as possible." She stopped looking at him and sighed with relief.

Gibbs contradicted with them, "That seems a bit contradictory, Captain."

"I have every faith in your reconciliatory, navigational skills, Mr. Gibbs," Jack's arm retreated from Nicolette's waist as she was looking around the deck for someone. He didn't seem to be around, maybe he was only an imagination, her mind playing tricks on her like they sometimes did. She ignored Jack and as she was heading for the helm she heard a gunshot and a monkey screeching, now, how did she predict that would happen? She then heard a wooden eye fall onto the deck by her foot, wooden eye. She bent down picked it up and felt the wood in between her fingers.

"Miss?" Her eyes went from the eye to the man she knew it belonged to, she glared at him hatefully. Ragetti; unfortunately he wasn't at all a part of her imagination. God damn it, she should keep the wooden eye for a bit just to peeve him off, her personal supply of revenge for that one time on the Interceptor... she enjoyed holding a grudge still on that. He requested of her, "Can I 'ave me eye back?"

She hummed, considering it for a moment and smirked, "Now, why should I do that? That won't be fun, really. But if you entertain me on how you got here I might—." She was bumped out of the way as the passing people who were also on their way to the helm. The wooden eye in her hand flew out and she staggered into the railing. Ragetti caught the eye easily and placed it in his eye. He now developed a triumphant smirk. Nicky glared at him and then continued going up the stairs, suddenly hearing Will's rant.

"She is locked up in a prison bound to hang by you!" Nic's eyebrows furrowed, who was locked up in a cell? Bound to hang? Oh God, Elizabeth. Who else would he care about that was bound to hang?

She asked anyway, "Who's bound to hang?"

The man that was neither Will or Jack replied, "Elizabeth." That voice. It wasn't her imagination... He was really here like the belligerent pirate with the wooden eye.

Jack retorted to Will grabbing a rope to help him up onto the helm, "There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes."

Will wasn't taking that though. He noticed the compass dangling on him and he went with his first instinct. Nicky heard a cutlass unsheathe from the top of the helm and she widened her eyes, "Will!" She shrieked, seeing that it was at the crook of Jack's neck.

He ignored her as Christopher looked at him like he was crazy. Will stated to Jack, "I need that compass of yours, Jack." Jack glanced down at the compass that was dangling on his belt. Now, why would he need that? Will added, a fire glowing in his eyes, "I must trade it for her freedom." Christopher rolled his eyes, this man was an idiot. He hated Beckett even more now that he was stuck with him.

Jack put the sword on his other shoulder and looked toward Mr. Gibbs who was steering the ship to who knows where. "Mr. Gibbs!"

"Captain?"

Jack hurried over to him and stated to him in a hushed tone, "We have a need to go up river." Gibbs' eyes grew wide. What was up river? Nicky glared at Jack confused.

Gibbs suggested nervously, "By need, d'you mean a... trifling need, uh, a... fleeting need say as in a passing fancy?" Passing fancy? And who exactly was this passing fancy that they were going to visit? Or, rather, would she have to kill Jack for even having a passing fancy? The glare that was confused turned into a hateful, but yet, still confused glare.

Jack corrected, not only because he was under the wrath of Nicolette who barely even knew who they were talking about, but it was also that he couldn't even bring himself to even quench that need at the moment, "No, a... resolute and unyeilding need." Gibbs' face fell, now that need was worse than the need he had requested. What did they need from her that was so... 'resolute and unyielding'? It was definitely a frightening thought to think that they even had to go there to see her.

Will stated, continuing his rant, "What we need to do is make sail for Port Royal with all haste!" Nicolette rolled her eyes, although Will was always a good friend to her, even a brother of some sort, he was maddeningly annoying when it came to his damsel in distress.

Christopher stepped forward snapping, "And I second that notion!" Everyone's eyes went straight to him for his sudden outburst. Jack looked to his left then right and then back at the man with his dark hair tied behind him and a slight stubble developing on his upper lip and chin.

"William..." Jack started, ignoring the mysterious man's input. Will snapped his attention toward him. "I shall trade you the compass, if you would help me... find this." He went into his waist coat and took out what Nicolette knew to be the piece of cloth he had recovered from the prison. Her face dropped seeing the illustration of the key that was held by Jack's rough hand. She looked up at Jack and glared at him, they were not getting Will into this. This was his problem. Not her's. Not Gibbs'. Not her brother's. And definitely not Will's.

Will looked upon the drawn key. What would Jack want with this? He asked him annoyed, "You want me to find this?"

"No." Jack stated rather shortly and put his charm and wits to work. "You want you to find this. Because the finding of this finds you incapacitorially finding and/or locating and your discovering the detecting of a way to save your dolly belle... oh, what's her face." He received blank stares as his answer. He flashed a smirk revealing his gold teeth to them. Nicolette rolled her eyes. Jack added to make sure he got his point across to them, "Savvy?"

Will snapped out of his confused expression, somewhat getting it to his head, even though the only clear words were 'to save you dolly belle.' He had to make sure though, "This," He grabbed the cloth in his hand in disbelief that this would actually save her, "is going to save Elizabeth."

Jack countered, "How much do you know about Davy Jones?" Nicky looked at him carefully and noticed that Will would do anything in order to retrieve that compass and free Elizabeth.

Will admitted to him after contemplating what Davy Jones had anything to do with this, "Not much."

"Yeah," Jack took the cloth back and safely tucked it back into his waist coat, "it's going to save Elizabeth." He looked forward grazing his hands on the railing.

Nicolette rushed to the other side of him, ignoring the fact that her brother was next to her. Jack looked over at her as she grabbed his arm so he couldn't get away and so that he could come closer. "I don't think that this is a good idea." She stated to him, her tone concerned.

"And why not, deary?" He asked her and she just glared at him. Jack added with his tone hushed, "Nothing wrong with a bit of outside help from him, eh?" Christopher looked at them noticing how they were whispering to each other. Their voices were too hushed for him to even hear.

"I don't want him involved. It's your problem. It's not anyone else's."

"Don't forget though, love," Jack started with a slight smirk, "it's your problem too since you promised to me the night before that you were going to share in my consequences. Changing your mind now, aren't you?" Nicolette sighed, she had forgotten that she had stated that last night.

"So, if we find the key and the chest, then we can use that as leverage to get your debt settled." She looked at him in disbelief. It was hard to take in all she had just heard from him. Too much information all at once. This couldn't possibly work at all. But it never hurt to try.

"That's the plan." Jack stated and Nicolette only looked down piecing the puzzle together for herself. "Improbable, it sounds, don't it?" She slowly nodded and looked into Jack's eyes compassionately. He added, "It would work, trust me, I'm not about to give up on her just yet. Me and the Pearl had been through too much to just give up the freedom it had presented to me just yet."

She smiled solemnly and took Jack's hand in with hers and overlaid her other hand on top. "The Black Pearl is freedom. And I'm not prepared to lose said freedom either." Jack smirked at her it was notorious and charming like usual in the worst of situations. "Jack, I promise that whatever happens, I'll share the consequence with you. If he takes you, he takes me. And we're not going to go down without a fight either."

Jack chuckled, "Don't promise things that have potential to be broken, love."

Nicolette smirked at him and stated, "Where's the potential for that, I wonder?"

"You say that now, love. But when the time comes I could put all my money on you just changing your mind right away." She shook her head denying that would happen. He knew her better than that to know that she wouldn't even think of doing that. She also had that look in her eye that told him it was going to be impossible to convince her otherwise. Jack cringed, he definitely hated that look, "But you have that look in your eye that seems to tell me that you wouldn't take it back."

She removed one of her hands off his and went to caress his cheek. She stated, "Jack, I love you too much to say otherwise. And there's nothing in the world that would change my mind. I promise."

Damn her and her big mouth.

He added, "You know what, I promise, that whatever he," Nicky looked up at him curiously. He cleared his throat, "I mean, we, have to do in order to get the key that he would not get hurt in the process. In fact, he would just stay in one piece by the end of this."

She rolled her eyes not believing any of that and repeated what he had told her when she made the promise to him, "I don't think that you should promise what has potential to be broken."

Jack cocked a brow and was about to contradict, but someone's voice came back to their hearing, "What has potential to be broken?" Christopher was listening into some of their conversation, he only caught bits and pieces of it, not all of it.

Jack looked over at the eavesdropper and retorted, "Not very nice to listen to other people's conversation, mate." Nicky gave Jack his arm back roughly and took a step back. Jack looked the man up and down, he actually looked a bit too much like Nicky. He knew that this was her supposed brother, why hadn't Nicky introduced him to him yet? "I'm sorry, but I feel as though that I have not yet had the pleasure in meeting you." Jack commented, still looking at Christopher up and down. If he could call it a pleasure. Nicky looked away, not saying a word about her brother to Jack or anyone else, since believe it or not... she was just as shocked as them.

But she decided to speak up anyway, waving him off and looking back toward Jack, "That, Jack, is absolutely no one. No one at all. He's a distant cousin of my aunt's nephew who is a eunuch with a terrific soprano tone that would make anyone on this ship weep because it is just so good." Jack was too quick on his feet to actually believe that so soon. He smirked at her, she knew all the tricks and sayings, Jack taught her way too well.

"You sure about that, darling?" He asked like he already knew that she was lying.

Gibbs decided to correct her, "That, sir, is Christopher, Nic's brother." Nicolette looked at Gibbs and glared at him for revealing such information to him. How did he know anyway? Oh, right, they were in the bone cages together.

"Uh-huh." Jack nodded toward Nicolette interested in why was she trying to hide the fact that he was there beside her at the moment. "Pleasure to be in your presence, son." He extended his hand toward Christopher who awkwardly shook it. "Heard a lot about you." Liar. Yes, he lied. Of course he lied, why would he tell Christian, or Christopher whatever his name was, that his sister never even spoke a word of him.

Christopher flashed a fake smile at him as he retreated his hand. He stated with his voice smug and yet cold at the same time. "Well, I could say the same to you, Captain Jack Smith." Nicky looked over at him in disbelief and Christopher looked over at her smugly. Jack cocked a brow, Smith? That was not his name. It was Captain Jack Sparrow. Sparrow. Smith? Now, where the hell did that come from? Nicky glared at him as he continued, "How's the merchant business going by the way? I see that the Black Tide is definitely holding up very well in these—."

"Beg your pardon, but I need to talk with my brother for a moment, so sorry." Nicolette took her brother's arm and felt the glare that Jack was already sending her. Jack was trying to get it through his head, Smith, Black Tide, and worst of all... merchant... The puzzle was quietly being pieced together into his supposed identity. Nicky lied through her teeth to him. Why? Was she ashamed? Jack shook that idea out of his head, she would never be ashamed... about that. And why would she? Look at him, he was a handsome, charming, rogue. Any woman would be happy to spend the night with him, but, as unfortunate for them, he had his own woman to tend to for some nightly duties.

She gritted her teeth as she led him off the helm and onto the bustling deck. "What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing? Why aren't you on your ship?"

Christopher faked his offense, "Oh, is it so wrong that I want to see my sister that I hadn't seen at all or heard from at all?" She pursed her lips losing patience for him.

"Not if that sister isn't at all quite fond of the idea of her brother coming to see her." She spat at him.

He mocked a hurt tone, "What a slap to the face that is. Here I am, thinking that my welcome would be much appreciated and me meeting the merchant that you told me so much about that day on the beach, and now, I find out that you lied to me about him since he's a... a... a pirate and you thought that you would never see me again because you haven't mentioned at all to anyone that you even have a brother."

She retorted, "Well, I had a right to not tell them about you. Being that you absolutely are committed to your..." Nicolette trailed off, this was worst than she thought. He was a part of the East India Trading Company... her face fell, why was he really here? Her tone went quiet in nothing but a whisper, "Why are you here?" Christopher was shocked by the amount of concern that was shaded in her voice, it was almost trembling. He didn't answer her. Her suspicion of something far worse came to it's full height, "Chris, why would an East India Trading Company worker come on this ship with an absolute hatred of pirates?"

He lied, "I don't work for them anymore."

"I somehow doubt that very much."

"I'm not, though." He continued. Nicolette looked at him confused and looked around her cautiously to see if no one was around her on deck. "My ship's gone. Along with my title and name. I have nothing anymore since I was mutinied." Nicolette gaped, partly in shock and a little bit confused, she thought that he was a loyal Captain and a good one at that. Who would mutiny him? Then, she remembered the man with fiery red hair, his first mate. He seemed so untrustworthy the moment she met him. Now it was proven.

Could Christopher even call it a mutiny? He would for now. Nic's eyes became apologetic and she stated, "By O'Connor, I'm guessing." He raised his eyebrow and slowly nodded. She smiled gently, "Now, I know how I'm a good judge of character. I don't know how you ever trusted that bastard."

"Quiet!" He snapped at her. She smirked and he had the nerve to defend him right now, too. "He was a great friend of mine during our line of work."

"And you have the nerve to defend him now?" Nic asked curiously. "Interesting."

Christopher looked at her warningly. Nicolette kept her smirk and she even had the nerve to cross her arms over her chest. He stated to her softly, "Shut up."

"And what might I ask would you do about it if I don't?" Nicolette's tone was mocking and it taunted him almost. Christopher looked at her annoyed, seeing what she was doing. She waved it off and stated to him, "But that still doesn't explain the reason of why you're here."

"I said it before, haven't I?" He had the lie all lined up, on the why to the island where the shrimper had brought them to he had to get it all together. He couldn't just go up to her, say 'I'm going to kidnap you if your friend fails (which is probable) to get my ship back from my first mate who is going to be killed for being the bastard that had took it in the first place.' No, that would leave him with a bullet in his heart for that not exactly subtle greeting. He explained, "When I came to Port Royal, I went to find you at Jeremiah's shop, but Will had said that you were on the Black Pearl and he was going there to ask for Sparrow's help. And I came with him."

Nicolette pursed her lips, not believing a word of it, "Still, you prove yourself to me as a disbelieving fool. What's the reason on why you're here? I'm not a aunt, am I?"

Christopher looked at her in disbelief, "No, why do you ask that every time I come unexpectedly?" She shrugged and Christopher sighed defeated, "Do you want to know the reason why I'm here?"

"That's what I'm asking you, am I not?"

He stated something that seemed to be more believable and closer to the truth, "Fine, you're coming with me to Port Royal. No sister of mine is going to ruin her life by committing to piracy any further."

Nicolette looked at him with her jaw dropping, that was why? She felt the anger boiling in her veins, her blood starting to rush around her body, she couldn't believe that. She liked the other unbelievable reason of why he was here. She couldn't go to Port Royal, she would be condemned, set to hang. Was he insane? Naïve? He must be. It would explain a lot. "I will not!" She exclaimed, backing away from him. "Are you insane? I'd be condemned for my acts of crime if I go with you... you... you oaf! That's just so... absurd."

"Well, would you rather your conscience beckoning on you during your further acts of crime or get the punishment of a hanging that you'd be deserving to clear it?" He countered and she just continued looking at him like this man was insane and he must had been.

"The conscience beckoning choice!" She shouted at him. Jack's head snapped to them from the helm and he saw the angry look that was crossing Nicky's face. "You're ridiculous for thinking that I would just go with you!"

"You will! I know someone that will grant you clemency if you come with me!"

"I will not go anyway!"

"You will so!"

"No, I will not!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Now, Nicky," they snapped their heads to see Jack standing there trying to calm Nicolette down, "whatever this man said to upset you I suggest that you should listen before yelling out and disturbing everyone's work on my deck." She gritted her teeth and glared at him annoyed.

Christopher pressed on in a mocking tone, "Yeah, Nicky, listen to the Captain." She cringed and Jack seethed, that wasn't a good idea. Especially since she was angry. It was just a bad move. She didn't like anyone other than himself to call her that. Nic tried not to turn around and strangle him, she flashed a fake innocent smile and turned around facing her brother. And then she did something completely unexpected by anyone. Her fake smile fell and her hand flying to the side of Christopher's cheek, sending his head in the other direction. Everyone in the crew looked over at the scene, the slap was so loud that it could probably be heard in Tortuga. Jack cringed, that even hurt him.

He pulled Nicolette away from her brother while he was nursing his cheek. Jack apologized for her, "I'm sure Nicolette would want to apo—."

"I'm not sorry." She stated in a serious tone while trying to get out of his hold. He had a tight grip on her arm, though. "He deserved it."

Christopher yelled at her offended, "Well, I don't see why I did, so care to enlighten me?"

She struggled under Jack's hold and exclaimed, "Let go of me, I can take him!"

Jack shook his head, "Yes, I know, that's what I'm worried about." He dragged her away and Will came down from the helm debating who should he go to, Nicolette or Christopher. He decided to go to the one who got slapped. Jack took Nicky who was still struggling to get out of his grip into the Captain's cabin, but before he went into it he shouted to the blank stares that he felt were burning holes in the back of his head. He ordered, "Nothing to see here, get back to work!"

"Let go of me!" Jack ignored her and took her into the cabin, although it was getting harder and harder to take her in. He let go of her and quickly locked the door so she wouldn't get smart and leave just yet, and to make sure of that Jack stood in front of the door with his hands on his hips. She gritted her teeth, "Jack, throw that man in the brig! Now!"

"I'll consider." He stated simply. "But who are you requesting said request to? Jack Smith or Jack Sparrow? Hmm?" She rolled her eyes, she didn't feel like getting into that stupid fib she had told Christopher a year ago. It had nothing to do with the current situation that included an idiot such as her brother.

"Well, aren't they two of the same person?"

"You can say that. But something like that is something that you should've told me so I could prepare mentally on how to present that lie to your brother. And you need to find something more original, darling. Jack Smith? Black Tide? What idiot is gullible enough to not even piece him and I together."

Nicky stated, "Don't flatter yourself." Jack glared at her and she added ignoring it, "And obviously he's the idiot since he's that gullible to even believe such things. And I didn't think that he would come! I thought that I would never see him again after leaving his ship to save you!"

"He was a Captain?" She nodded. "Why isn't he on there doing Captain duties at the moment?"

She shrugged, "Said he was mutinied by his first mate."

Jack seethed from his own experience with that, "Rough. Can't say that I haven't been through it meself."

"Yeah, well, he practically lives under a rock. So that's probably another reason that he didn't hear of you and didn't know that I was with you."

Jack sighed, "Well, what are we going to do with him?"

She stated it like she had thought hard about it for the last couple of minutes, "Make him swab the deck until we can see our own reflections. And if we don't by the time it's done, throw him in the brig and keep him in there until either he rots or we go into shark infested waters and throw his body in there and watch him be eaten by them. He's not to be trusted. At all." Sometimes Jack thought that he was less of a pirate than she. She definitely knew the true definition of torture. Jack pursed his lips, contemplating that suggestion.

He shook his head no, he had a far better idea. That would probably amount to the same amount of torture, but not as deadly. Dealt with the undead. It was perfect. "I have a better idea. Not as deadly, but just as tortuous." He smirked at her and she smiled knowingly.

"What did you tell her?" Will asked Christopher, who was still nursing his cheek, it was starting to bruise.

"I can't believe she slapped me." He stated in disbelief. "I don't believe that I deserved that." Will's eyes narrowed at him and Christopher finally stopped nursing his red cheek. "I didn't tell her anything that she shouldn't know, don't worry. Might have unnerved her a little—."

"Oh, really?" Will interrupted with sarcasm.

He rolled his eyes and continued, "But she has no idea about who we're working for and she doesn't need to know. It would just be our little secret, don't worry." Christopher remembered the Letters of Marque that were given to Will to give to Jack, "Why didn't you say you had the Letters of Marque to bargain with?"

Will's face dropped and he shrugged, "I know Jack, that wouldn't be enough."

"It's full pardon, how would that not be enough?"

"Freedom and employment are two different things." Will stated. Christopher was about to reply, but Jack and Nicolette once again made an appearance. Nicolette seemed like she had calmed down by a lot and she was smiling mischievously.

"How's that cheek of yours, mate?" Jack asked Christopher, making Will and him turned their attention to him. He had his arm around Nicolette's shoulder and he was smirking partly showing his teeth.

"Rather fine." He lied, it was starting to swell and become bruised. Nicolette couldn't have been more proud of herself, he was lucky that he hadn't been punched. Her hands were bound by binding and hid her large rings so when the pain came wherever she hit, it would hurt faster and a lot more than it usually would. He was lucky. That bruise would be bigger than it was now.

"Nicolette here, would like to seriously apologize this time and use her own personal punishment for saying whatever you said to her and let bygones be bygones."

She assured him, "Sticks and stones, of course."

Jack added after her, "So, when we visit a good friend of mine, we'd be needing some payment for her, savvy? And what I think might be grand for her and what is a rather annoying pest of mine and everyone else aboard this vessel is the right thing to give her. Your job for now, is to capture the inconspicuous little blighter that used to belong to me past traitorous first mate and when you are done with that you can swab the deck for every day you had been aboard this vessel until we could both see our reflections in this wood. Savvy?"

Christopher only looked at him in disbelief, but slowly nodded. He inquired, "What is this 'little blighter' am I to catch?"

"A monkey to be precise. About ye high," he moved his hand to demonstrate the height of Jack the monkey. "His name's Jack. Likes green apples, surprisingly. Brown hair. Dark like Nicky's here." He took a strand of Nicky's hair to show it to Christopher. Nicky only looked at him disgusted. Now, why did Jack get to call Nic, Nicky and never got slapped for it? Jack had let go of Nicky's hair and put his arm back around her shoulder. "And it screeches... a lot. That would give way of its location. Oh, and let us not forget," he reached for his pistol that was under his sash and handed it to him, "you will need this. Just use it to scare him. If you shoot at him, don't shoot directly at him, we want him alive not dead. Am I or am I not clear with this?"

"Very." Christopher took Jack's pistol out of his hand cautiously and examined it in his hand. It was a flintlock like his. He handed it back, "I have my own, thank you."

Jack nodded taking it out of the man's grasp, "Fair enough. Now," he placed the pistol back safely under his sash and then started to shoo him, "on your way." With a glare, Christopher slowly walked away from him, Nic, and Will. Nicolette smirked, the man had no idea what he was getting into.

She chuckled, "You forgot to mention that he was undead."

Jack smirked, "Now, where's the fun in that to even mention it?"

She admitted, "True enough." Nicolette looked over at Will with a smile, "Come on, Will, we need to catch up I think." Jack's smirk fell into a frown and Will developed a gentle smile of his own. Whelp better not say yes.

"I think so, too." Will stated to her, Nicolette slipped out from under Jack's arm before he could protest. She gestured to Will to go follow her below deck and he did so. Leaving Jack who despite his better judgment, found himself feeling that familiar feeling once Nicky walked off to talk to another guy that he didn't like. Especially a guy that she had once had feelings for in the past.

He assured himself calmly, "Just friends. They are just friends." But then he heard the familiar giggle of Nicolette descending below deck, he heard a 'no, seriously, it happened' that was the familiar voice of the voice of the man that for now he despised. Jack growled, he turned around to see the latch to below deck close before him. Should he follow them below deck? To make sure they won't do anything that contradicts Nicky's honor? She wouldn't do anything... no, she wouldn't at all. She was too much like... Nicolette to be doing anything. And Will was too much whipped by Elizabeth to even think of doing anything. He shook his head to be rid of the nonsense going through his head.

"Bloody eunuch." Jack muttered under his breath, then made his way to the helm.

Jack's getting a little jealous, eh? Do you think it's harmless? Probably. Like I said, interesting things that happened in this chapter. Hope you all enjoyed it and I'll try to update as soon as possible. School's a pain, I can't wait for summer. Just a few more months :)

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