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I sighed to myself as I walked to Jonah's Tavern. What had Jack gotten himself into now?
"Ah, Pia. The woman I wanted to see," I heard him say. The blonde woman was in front of him. "What's wrong?" I asked as he snaked his arm around my waist. "Help me," he muttered in my ear. "I was just telling Giselle that we're together now. But she won't believe me." he said sighing dramatically. "Oh and why is that?" I asked feigning surprise.
"Because Jack Sparrow never settles down with a woman, especially with someone like you," she said sneering the whole time. "And what would you know about me?" I asked. "You're Pia Sterlin, enough said," Giselle said. "In that case, I'll show you," I replied as I wound my index-finger around Jack's chin braids and brought his face close to mine.
"Work with me," I whispered against his lips as I kissed him. At first he was shocked, but when he felt me smirk, he kissed back, smirking one of his famous smirks. His tongue ran lightly on my bottom lip, asking for entrance. However, I denied it and stopped kissing him. I turned to Giselle.
"If you know me as well as you claim you do, you know that I don't randomly kiss men. That should be proof enough for you," I said. A smirk made its way up my face as I saw her seething with anger.
She raised her hand and I knew what was coming, she was about to slap Jack. However, I easily caught her wrist before her palm made contact with his face. "I'd appreciate it if you keep your hands off my man and keep them to yourself," I said, before releasing her wrist. I didn't need to look sideways to realize that Jack was smirking. Her hand flew towards us again, this time aiming at my face. I caught her wrist again, and sighed.
"You know you'll have to do better than that if you want to defeat me, which I doubt you'll be able to, anyway," I said. "What makes you think I'm not strong enough?" she hissed. I put my hand to my chin, in mock concentration. "Well the fact that I work on a ship, tending the sails and climbing ropes and you don't. Oh, and the fact that I'm a pirate and you're just a street-walker or harlot, whichever you like," I said waving my hand about.
"I challenge you to a match of arm wrestling," she hissed. "Now this is getting interesting. What will I get if I win?" I asked. She pulled a small leather bag of money from the folds of her dress (as big as a clenched fist). "This," she said jingling it. "And if I win?" she asked. I thought for a moment, I didn't have any idea what to put up against her seeing as I had no money left.
I grinned, "Captain Jack Sparrow," I replied. "What?" he asked shocked. "Done," she said pushing her hand forwards for me to shake it. "Done," I said shaking her hand. "Undone," Jack said as he tore my hand from her grasp. "Trust me on this," I whispered in his ear as we made our way to the nearest pub where the rest of the crew was carousing.
Giselle walked up to the barman and after whispering something in his greasy ear, he came out from behind the bar and in a loud obnoxious voice shouted "All right lads, clear it up. We have some serious business here." The customers were the crew of the Black Pearl and they immediately started grumbling and arguing. "Come on, we don't want to upset the ladies, do we?" he shouted. At the word 'ladies' they started jeering, catcalling and wolf whistling.
I was surprised to see that Giselle was feeling uncomfortable. So I removed Jack's arm from my waist and turned to face the crew, my hand resting casually on my pistol. I didn't say anything, just stepped forward and glared at them, cold and hard. The noise died down in less than ten seconds when they realized who they were jeering at.
"Does anyone want to tell me something?" I said quietly, my eyes narrowed at them. I spoke silently but every one of them recognized the threat that lined my tone of voice. (If you haven't noticed Pia loves to threaten with her white pistol). No one answered and I muttered a silent "Good." "What are you all staring at? Go on, back to your rum and bets," Jack said as everyone hustled back and started carousing like they were doing before we came in.
The barman cleared a table and Jack, Giselle and I walked over to it. The money was placed on the table and Jack sat down on a stool. Giselle sat on another stool near the corner of the table and I sat on the remaining stool with the corner between us. She rolled up her lacey sleeves as opposed to my plain cotton ones.
"Hey! It's an arm wrestling match!" Ragetti shouted as we placed our right elbow on the table and gripped each other's hand. There was a total uproar as soon as his shout hit the pirates' ears while they piled around us to watch the outcome. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jack twisting one of his chin braids in nervousness so I decided to toy around with him for some time. "On the count of three," the barman announced.
"One, two, THREE!" he bellowed. There was a lot of shouting from the pirates, the crew was, obviously, supporting me and the other drinkers were supporting Giselle. I realized that several bets were being made on who was going to win. Giselle immediately started pushing her arm, trying to pin mine on the table's rough wooden surface. I held her hand straight and it looked as if there was no movement. "Oy you, bring me a mug of rum," I ordered Pintel. He went over to the bar and brought me my mug from another barman, grumbling all the way. It was quite small in size and I immediately drained it. Jack was still in his nervous state.
This time I let Giselle push my hand down slowly, so it looked as if she was winning. When the back of my hand was only about half an inch from the wooden table, I sighed and shook my head. I gripped her hand and pushed her arm to the other side, immediately pinning it and winning the match. The boisterous small crowd cheered loudly and there were several grumbles from those who lost the gamble.
I extended my hand towards her and she slammed the leather bag of money in my hand before stomping out. I laughed as I went outside as well, putting the small bag in my pocket. Once outside, I felt someone grip my shoulder, and knowing how unsafe it was for a woman in Tortuga at night, I whirled around and gripped the man's throat. "Whoa, girl. Calm down, it's me, Jack," he spluttered. I released him as I said, "Sorry 'bout that. You surprised me for a moment," I said.
He grumbled for a moment and after walking around for a couple of minutes he said "Wanna go take a drop of rum?" "Sure thing," I replied as we made our way to yet another tavern.
We ordered a bottle of rum each and after drinking half of it I said "What do you want this time Jack?" he feigned surprise at my question and I rolled my eyes. "Oh come on, I know you like the back of my hand. What do you want this time?" "I wanted to thank you for helping me out back there," he said and I nodded my head for him to continue. "But I'm sure you'd agree with me that without my help you wouldn't have won that nice little pouch of money," he said. "In a manner of speaking, yes. But without my help, you would have been slapped silly by her," I replied. "True," he said nodding his head. I took out the money and placed it on the table. "You want half the money, right?" I asked. He shook his head.
"I want three quarters since I was your, how do I say it, the stakes on your behalf. You know for the risk," he replied motioning with his hands as usual. I shook my head. "Half or less or nothing," I said as I seized the little pouch. His hand clasped mine; obviously he had tried to snatch the money as well, however he was a fraction of a second late. "Slowpoke," I smirked.
He scowled and said "Very well, we split to take 50-50." See, I told I was fair. I got the money because of him, he got out of the mess because of me and it was only fair to take half.
There were 75 coins so I took 38 leaving him with 37. "That's your and this is mine. And this coin," I said taking the extra one I had, "Will go for our rum." After paying the barman and gulping down the remaining of my rum I strode outside, making my way slowly to the Pearl.
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