I Do Not Own Any Pirates of the Caribbean Movies


Mr. Gibbs was worried for Luxora. It was nighttime, and Jack had a plan for Luxora whether she showed or not. Everyone was in the Black Pearl waiting for the right time. Jack had found a disguise for himself and had put it on. It was a cheap looking suit with a dirty wig covering his real hair. Everyone else was dressed normal.

"Do you think she'll be here?" Mr. Gibbs finally had to say it.

Jack was the least concerned about her. He slouched where he sat and was messing with his coat.

"Either way I don't care. If the girl shows up, that will be great. If she doesn't, we'll still be okay."

"You're right Jack. Most people would be furious at you for leaving them marooned on a desert isle," Luxora agreed, slowly making her way down the stairs. "But I'm not angry anymore. Glad to see me?"

Jack looked her up and down, as if she were almost a ghost. But then he put on a happy face.

"Luxora. You made it back. Well gentlemen," Jack stood up and addressed the crew. "It's time to get the job done."

Everyone but Luxora knew what to do and where they were going. Everyone went their separate ways. Jack and Luxora were on their own mission. Jack threw a dress at her and briskly walked along the wharf. Luxora tried to keep up.

"We are going to be stealing this Frenchie's booty right out from under his nose. Please pay attention as this is part of your training. You and I are going to be working inside the mansion. They'll be securing the grappling hooks that are going to be tossed up. We're the ones to make sure my plan succeeds."

"Why are we doing this?"

"In order to get the Pearl fixed, we need to do this job."

"Can I put this dress on now?"

Jack slowed to a stop and let out a sigh.

"Go ahead. But hurry. I'm on a tight schedule."

As soon as she changed they hurried to the location Jack was telling about. It was a nice three story mansion with lots of balconies. Every window was lit, and Luxora could faintly hear orchestra music playing. Jack and Luxora came into the mansion through a back door.

Somehow, Jack scooted along unseen by the servants. Luxora watched intently. They got to the ballroom. It was bright and cheery. Ladies were dancing to the cheery music with their partners.

Their skirts rustled like a faint waterfall barely audible over the orchestra. The dancing got Luxora distracted. Jack had to elbow her in the ribs to draw her attention back to the task. Luxora strolled alongside Jack. He looked slightly out of place here.

It was his poor disguise. Thankfully if people didn't stare at them for too long they wouldn't know Jack and Luxora weren't supposed to be there. Jack pointed to some doors.

"I'll keep an eye out here while you take care of the crew in there."

She nodded and nonchalantly walked over to the door and entered. It was a small library. Unlike the rest of the mansion it was dark except for the light of a fire. Luxora went to the windows and opened them. Then she stuck her head out.

Faintly, she could make out the shapes of people in the shadows. Luxora decided it would be wise to step back. Several minutes later a grappling hook appeared at each window. Five men poured in through the two windows.

"Where's the Roux du Marseille's sleeping quarters?"Mr. Gibbs whispered.

"I didn't know I had to find out."

"Go scout for us," he suggested. "Then tell us how to get there."

Luxora nodded and stepped back out into the ballroom. The mansion had three floors. She figured the Frenchman's room was on another floor. To get a clue, Luxora eavesdropped on conversations.

As she listened in on conversations it dawned on her that the conversations were in French! She didn't know any French. But then she picked up on another lead. She saw a servant walking briskly up the stairs to the second floor. With no other lead, Luxora decided to follow her.