Part Eleven
Six more men down, two cuts to the right arm that were deep enough to scar, and the lost of his beloved hat. Against all odds, Jack Sparrow was still standing.
"Ye can't kill us all Sparrow, and ye wench is gonna die today!"
"That's right. We wants to be rich. If she gotta be the price, so be it!"
Jack narrowed his eyes at their threats not trying to let his emotions play on his concentration. He had to protect her, and he couldn't make anymore mistakes now. He smirked that charmful smirk of his and decided he'd bargain with these bunch of idiots.
"What ye say boys, we settle this hmm?" He said making all action momentarily stop. The men looked each other over, and then looked back at Jack.
Cullens was their obvious leader and it was decided he was speaking for the rest of them. He dropped his weapon to his side smiling, but Jack kept his raised.
"What be this deal ye offer? Ye gonna run like a dog with his tail tucked and hand us the girl?"
Jack shook his head no wiping off sweat from his brow. He had to think of something and quick to change their minds.
"I know of another island and this one has gold. We can get some gold without Anamaria's corpse on our minds. So, if ye be good lads, we can just forget these silly sacrificing business. Aye?" He said smiling, but on the inside he was dying a little. Quickly approaching behind the group was none other then said corpse of Anamaria. Only she was very much alive...