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Chapter 7: Plans

Bailey

I knew Jack would let me join; we go way back. But why he didn't trust me enough to come alone, I'll never know. I had placed my men strategically around the pub and made sure they were in view for my signal. Like I said, I meant for him to come alone.

Another entered the pub at Jack's side; I immediately recognized them as a woman. No amount of layers could have hidden that well defined sway and figure as she followed in Jack's steps. My men tensed and I ordered them to stand down.

As we discussed the "treasure" I found my attention constantly being drawn to this woman who claimed to be Brian. There were a few times I thought she had me figured out, but I knew my eyes were deceiving me. How could anyone be clever enough to figure out such an ingenious plan?

But I still held some doubts. So when they left I had Nicholas follow them.

He reported back at the pub about an hour and a half later. From what he saw, Jack and the lady did nothing but walk for a time. But when they came to the wood by the outskirts of town, some personal words were spoken.

"What happened next?" I asked a twitchy Nicholas. His height and lanky gait made it near to impossible for him to manage to sit still.

"They became hidden in willow branches, Captain." He said, "But their actions were well defined by the sounds they failed to stifle." A toothless grin lit up his unnaturally deformed face; he was thinking the same thing I was.

Whoever this young lady was, she would play a vital role in my plans. For one thing was incredibly clear: Captain Jack Sparrow had a weakness for her.


Katie:

Jack and I separated before the Pearl came into view. We walked in a comfortable silence, letting the sounds of the riled up town wash over us. While being nothing but a place to call home for the vile and desolate crews of the vast pirate captains, Tortuga was a sight for sore eyes every time we docked. The town was the complete opposite of the town I grew up in. Kingston, Jamaica, was a fairly large town protected by the King of England. The people were probably the snottiest people I had ever met, often turning down any and all opportunities to help out the poor to increase living standards. It was a harbor town, quite like Tortuga, separated from the Caribbean Sea by a very large sand spit. Being just west of Port Royal the town was constantly covered with British naval men, giving the town a false sense of security. Those soldiers were the reason I turned to piracy instead of taking what most call the more respectable route for young men.

The British soldiers would often comb the streets of Kingston at night, picking up the homeless and throwing them into the dungeons for nothing more than not having enough money to eat. Once, when I was a little girl, my brother, Christopher, took me to the market where I saw a young boy who was looking hungrily at a stand of bread. I bought a loaf, and then handed it off to the boy. A nearby soldier saw this and cried out that the boy was a thief and had him cuffed and of to the Fort before I could comprehend what had happened. The small boy was sentenced to hang, because I had bought him a loaf of bread.

"A penny for them." Jack said, jumping me out of my reverie.

"Beg your pardon?" I turned to him.

"Your thoughts," he explained. "Where were you just now? I know it wasn't here, because you would have floored that man back there for what he just asked you for."

I turned towards where we had been walking. Seeing nothing but a few drunks and a rather tall, dark haired man, I turned back toward the harbor. I shrugged.

"I was just thinking about how this place is fairer than where I grew up." I stated. "Law wise, pirates have more honour than British soldiers. At least from what I have seen of them."

Jack laughed at my words. "You haven't seen some of the more rowdy ports. Ever been to the East?"

"You're going to have to elaborate." I said, "East doesn't really specify anything. I can say that I have been east, but my east and your east could be entirely different."

"I once saw a man in Singapore reach across a table and rip out a man's eyes for looking at his whore." Jack explained.

"That seems a little harsh." I replied, "But I've seen a British naval officer kill a woman for losing his second child."

Jack cringed. "Alright, you win. That's just wrong."

We had come, by this point, to the docks and were making our way towards the Pearl's gangplank. Ana, Gibbs, and Will were waiting on the Quarterdeck; Elizabeth sat on the steps to the helm.

"Gibbs, go find the crew and inform them that we leave in two days' time, one the morning tide." Jack called, heading towards his cabin. "Make a cabin ready, for we shall have a guest with us when we leave."

"Aye, captain," Gibbs said as he ran into town.

Ana made her way towards me. "So?"

I leaned against the rail, folding my arms across my chest. "This could go two ways: swimmingly, or terribly wrong."

"Oh, great." Ana said brightly. "It's nice to know we at least have a chance of retiring early."

I laughed as we both headed to our positions for the night watch.