A/N: Warning! Spueemish, be warned. "There will be blood tonight!" (took that quote from a movie)
Chapter 10: Sweet Revenge
"Captain?" Gibbs called to Jack as they sat at a table in the Faithful Bride tavern, Jack staring at his rum bottle with a forlorn expression. "You alright?"
"Does it look like I'm alright, Mr. Gibbs?" Jack wondered, irritably.
"Thinking about Captain Robyn, sir?" Gibbs guessed, making Jack glare at him and take a swig of rum. "If you don't mind me saying so, sir, she made her choice. She had the opportunity to escape and for whatever reason, she didn't take it. There was nothing you could do."
She had a good reason, Jack thought, still staring at his bottle as Gibbs took a drink from his own bottle. But I'm still going to miss her.
"Captain!" a man with an Irish accent shouted as he and another person ran into the tavern, swords drawn, as they faced the door.
"I know!" a woman shouted. "Not the best place for a duel, eh, Mr. Stewart?!"
"Not at all, Captain," the man replied, nonchalantly. He looked around the tavern, his sky blue eyes catching a glimpse of Jack sitting at the table staring in disbelief at the woman who had barged in. Though the woman was facing away from him, Jack knew exactly who she was.
"It can't be," Jack breathed standing to start walking toward her but stopped when another man ran through the door, his sword brandished as well.
"Be prepared, Robyn!" the man smirked at Krystal. "You're going to die today!"
"Dying isn't so bad," she retorted. "I've gotten close enough to kiss it!"
The man lunged at her and the people in the tavern scattered to escape the fight. The woman parried his attack and spun around his blade, making him stumble forward and crash into a table. The table collapsed beneath his weight and he fell to the floor.
"Nicely done, Captain," the Irishman nodded.
"Thank you, Mr. Stewart," Krystal smiled.
The man on the floor scrambled to his feet and faced her, gritting is half golden half white teeth in rage.
"Stay still so I can kill you!" he roared, making her look at him in with wide eyes.
"Well, that's not much incentive for me to stay still, is it?" she retorted.
The man growled and lunged at her again, his sword clanging against hers when she lifted it to defend herself. She twirled her sword, making his slide off of hers and as their swords parted, the woman pushed him down with her foot on his chest and back to the floor.
"That's it!" Jack shouted, running up next to Krystal to glare at her. "You were supposed to be hung!"
She looked to Jack in shock as the Irishman pointed his sword at the man on the ground to stall for his captain.
"Well, that's a fine 'hello,' Jack," she smirked.
"Krystal Robyn, you lied to me!" Jack snapped.
"No, I didn't!" Krystal argued. "I was going to be hung and then he decided to play Hero Pirate!"
"You're welcome!" John shouted sarcastically, his sword still pointed at the man on the ground, who now started to get up slowly.
"And who is he?!" Jack growled, pointing at the man on the floor.
"The idiot captain who stole my ship!" Krystal replied.
"I'm no idiot!" the man shouted. "My name is Captain Daniel Conrad—!"
"Don't use a title you're not worthy of!" Krystal interrupted, turning to Daniel. "Step aside, Mr. Stewart! Let me kill the man who killed my ship!"
"She was dead before I touched her!" Daniel smirked as John stepped away.
Krystal's eyes flashed at him in anger and this time, she lunged at him. Swords clanged and Daniel parried Krystal's attacks.
"Captain!" John shouted as they fought. "He wants to make you angry!"
"Well, he's succeeded!" Krystal growled, lunging at Daniel again.
The fighting pair traveled around the tavern, throwing chairs in the way of the other, dodging the flashing blades. Daniel spun Krystal's blade off of his but she brought her blade up and slashed it through the air at shoulder height.
"Bloody hell!" Daniel shouted in pain as he gripped his right arm and backed away from Krystal.
"Oh, dear," she smirked through a breath as she panted from exertion. "Do you want to continue?"
"You'll pay for that, Robyn!" Daniel growled.
"Perhaps," Krystal replied. "But not much."
Daniel tossed his sword from his right hand to his left and lunged at Krystal again. She stepped slightly to her left and pointed her sword at him. He couldn't stop himself and suddenly her emotionless face was only a few inches from his, which was wide-eyed, pained and turning pale. Jack and John saw the handle of Krystal's sword in her hand and its hilt pressed against Daniel's belly. The point of her sword jutted out of his back and through his leather coat.
Krystal slowly began to smirk as Daniel made small choking sounds from the pain in his stomach. She placed a hand on his shoulder and with her armed hand, rolled her wrist, twisting the blade with it, making Daniel cringe in pain and Krystal let out a breathy scoff, flashing a small triumphant smile.
"You know something, Daniel? They say 'Revenge is sweet'…" she whispered in a seductive tone, inching her face closer to his then ran her tongue over his lips before continuing, "They were right."
She pushed him away, jerking her sword from his body as he fell back. Daniel fell onto his back with a dead thud as Krystal lifted the tail of her red sash wrapped around her waist to wipe the blood off of her sword.
"Captain?" John called cautiously and Krystal turned, walking toward John and Jack, still cleaning her sword and stood in front of the other captain with a blank stare, but her eyes had guilt written in their turquoise depths.
"Now you know why this sash is red," she murmured, then walked past them toward the exit with John following her. "Come along, mate. We've got an island to find."
"Wait!" Jack shouted, making the pair stop and Krystal turned to him with an irritated expression. "What the bloody hell just happened here?! And how did you escape Port Royal?! What Island are you looking for?! Who the bloody hell is he?!"
Jack pointed at John who only stood next to Krystal like a loyal dog.
"This is my first mate, John Stewart," Krystal began, gesturing to John. "He rescued me from Port Royal and was good enough to steal a ship for me. Conrad, over there, followed us here like the fool he was and we fought. You just caught the tail end of it. Now, Mr. Stewart and I are going to board the Cruel Mistress and sail away from this rock to find the island Conrad marooned me on. Savvy?"
"Why?" was all Jack could muster to ask.
"To lift the C-U-R-S-E," she smirked then stepped closer to Jack and whispered, "Fortunately, my first mate can't spell. I haven't told him I'm cursed, but even so, he'll follow me to the end. It's most admirable of him, eh?"
"That mean you've found your match, love?" Jack wondered, not bothering to be discreet and making Krystal stare at him in wide-eyed wonder before she realized what he meant.
"I told you," she replied in a low voice. "I don't have time for attachments."
Their gazes locked and she felt her heart pound in her chest as she was sure he could see her true feelings for him in her eyes.
"We leaving, Captain?" John called.
"Aye," Krystal nodded, her gaze still on Jack who was looking back at her in evaluation.
"I'm coming with you," he told her.
"No, Jack," Krystal replied with a shake of her head. "I told you already, no one can be close to me too long. I have to keep moving. As it is I'm putting John in enough danger."
"As I recall, you said you couldn't stay in one place too long, love," Jack smirked. "So, we'll be sailing. As long as you're moving, nothing will happen to those around you."
"Jack, you know full well that's not what it means!"
"So it's settled! I'm going with you!" Jack insisted and walked toward the door.
Krystal spun around to watch him in rage before she marched after him and lifted her sword to hit him over the head with the handle, sending him to the floor, unconscious. She sheathed her sword, looking at Jack in agitation.
"I said 'no,' Jack," she sighed. "I'm sorry, but I can't lose you."
She knelt down and stared at him in sadness as she rolled him over onto his back then smiled slightly.
"Captain?" John called as Krystal leaned down and lay her head on Jack's chest.
"Good," she murmured. "He's still breathing."
I used to love this, she thought to herself. It's the same as it was back then. It feels the same. Perfect.
She kissed his cheek and stood up, walking toward the doors, calling, "To Isla de la Maldecido, Mr. Stewart."
A/N: For those of you who are too lazy to look up what that means: "Island of the Cursed" I couldn't think of anything better. HA! Review please!