Oh Sweet Revenge
Chpt 4.
Sunny's entire face was beaded with sweat as the cling of blades echoed on the deck of the Black Pearl. Captain Jack Sparrow was admittedly good, but she was admittedly better at countering everything he threw at her, having practiced with every man who wielded a blade, and asked to learn from them each time she lost. She had picked up the ability to learn from a sailor with every swing they swung and in turn used it against them. Jack was learning too, he learned quickly her weaknesses and worked hard for her to strengthen them. No doubt her lovely captain would also know them, so that when the time came he would beat her. And that couldn't happen, for the sake of the plan, for the sake of his title.
There was an art to wielding a blade that only a true swordsman could appreciate; someone couldn't just pick up a sword and fence with it. Every move that the girl made was made with precise anticipation of what Jack was going to do. Captain Sparrow was known for his "Me, I'm dishonest," rant and so therefore he thought that he was unpredictable. Damn it, he thought as Sunny countered his attack once again.
"Where'd you learn all this?" he asked Sunny as they rested for a few seconds. Then the cling was heard once more as she swung her blade at his head. Jack blocked it and held her away with some difficulty with their crossed blades, their faces so close to one another that they could smell each other's sweat. That's when Jack noticed the cold hollow glare in her eyes.
"You're not practicing," he accused as he disarmed her, suddenly aware of his enemy. Sunny's weapon flew away from her and stuck in the deck next to the foot of Ana-Maria.
Sunny smiled evilly as Jack pointed his trusty sword at her neck. With nothing left to do Sunny flipped backward, doing a backhand spring to kick the weapon out of Jack's hands. She stood; ready to go hand to hand with her evil deceiving captain.
"You haven't won yet Joseph. I'll kill you," she said calmly as she stared at Jack.
"Joseph? Joseph Cunningham," Jack realized, "Come back to reality luv, you're trying to kill poor old Jack," he laughed nervously at the possibility that this girl could be crazier with revenge then he was.
Sunny's eyes went from cold and hollow, to soft and bright within seconds. In her mind she was fighting her ex-captain, and it was like waking from a trance to see Sparrow's face beaded with sweat, a look of calm alarm in his eyes staring at her with slight concern. She dropped her fists from fighting stance and looked about the crew, all had swords or pistols drawn and pointing at her. She swallowed hard and blinked tears away from her stinging eyes. She was so close to killing the captain, the wrong captain, she couldn't make that mistake again.
"I'm sorry Jack," she panted trying to smile her way out of trouble.
"Do I need to make you walk the plank?" he asked already knowing that he wouldn't. She hadn't cut him, and she hadn't hurt him. She was vaguely aware that she was not fighting Cunningham, or at least her hoped, and that was why she had not tried harder to slice him open.
Sunny shook her headed, not daring to answer him for fear of the coming punishment. She averted her eyes so well that Jack thought she was closing them.
"Right then," he said and went to pick up his effects.
Sunny looked up at him startled, any sane pirate would throw her overboard and let her drown. Sparrow's back was turned from her so he couldn't see her weakness for kindness. Sunny smiled wide as she approached Jack and kissed him gently on the cheek, then was out of sight again.
Gibbs watched as Jack's face turned from solemn to a confused smile. "You like her Jack?" he asked with a smile on his face.
"It's the oddest thing," Jack said.
"Eh?"
"It was like being kissed by you. Nothing at all," he shook his head and went to the helm of the ship.
