Chapter 14-Jack's Fate
Jack opened his eyes groggily. He had taken a quick nap to save his energy. Suddenly he realized that he was sitting in darkness. Jack pulled out his compass. It was glowing and spinning very fast and bright. Why was it doing that? "Because yer dead, Jack." Ragetti's voice sounded inside his ears, making him jump at the sound. "I wish you'd stop that." Jack said aloud to no one. But Ragetti heard him. "Aye. Now, did yeh hear me?" "Yes, yes." Jack grumbled. "And yer bloody mad, by the way." Jack felt Ragetti smile. "Am I, Jack? Or are yeh the one tha's goin' mad?" Jack shrugged. "It's very possible. . ." Jack felt Ragetti scowl. He grinned. This was what he loved doing best. Annoying the bloody hell out of people, especially his enemies.
Most of them got so annoyed that they just left him alone. But not without a good sword fight first. Ragetti and Jack had already done that plenty of times, and it was no use anyway, because Ragetti couldn't die even if he tried. Now all that was left to do was annoy the hell out of Ragetti, and then his work would be complete.
"Ah, the old 'annoy yer enemies' trick. Supposedly yeh are quite good at tha', am I right captain Sparrow?" Jack nodded, and laughed silently. "Yeah, I s'pose I am." He felt Ragetti smile again. "Well, It won't work." Jack raised his eyebrows subconsciously. "I don't know about tha', mate. I seemed to be doing pretty well from how I'm seein' it." Ragetti snarled. "Well, then yeh must be blind." Jack nodded. "That's entirely possible as well. . ." then he grinned. Despite what Ragetti might say, Jack knew that he was getting on his nerves.
Suddenly Jack felt a strong arm grab him from his jacket and pull him away from his spot. All at once he was standing in front of Ragetti, Compass no longer spinning or glowing. Jack stared down at it. "So is this to say that I'm not dead no more, am I?" He pondered to Ragetti, who tried to snatch the compass away. "Yes, Jack, yeh bloomin' idiot. Yeh crossed to the other side o' the barrier, savvy?" Jack made a gesture with his hands. "Whoa. Let's make one thing clear, mate. Savvy is MY word, savvy? I'd greatly appreciate it if yeh didn't start usin' me habits, mate. They is mine, after all." He smirked as he saw Ragetti turn red.
"Shut up." Ragetti snarled, pointing his sword at Jack. "Whoa, let's not go there mate." Jack said, pushing down the sword with the edge of his hand. "Jack. I'll say it one last time afore I kill yeh. Hand. Over. The. Compass." Jack shook his head and tut- tuted Ragetti. "Fine." Ragetti growled. "Then open it for me." Jack looked puzzled, but opened the compass. It was the same as always, broken and water-filled.
"All yeh wanted t' see was the inside of me bloody compass? Well why didn't yeh say so mate? I could've let yeh do that no trouble at al!" Ragetti rolled his eyes. Unscrew the bottom, Jack. And please stop yer gibbering." Jack finally and begrudgingly obliged. He slowly turned the bottom of the compass toward him three times, and the bottom fell off and shattered onto the stone floor. Jack turned it over and stared. He looked from his compass to Ragetti, then back to his compass. "How did you find out about tha'?" He asked, astonished. Ragetti just smirked.
"What does the paper in the bottom say, Jack. Or can you even read?" Ragetti sniggered at his joke. "Aye. I can, yeh know." Jack pulled out the papers and unfolded them. As he read, his eyes grew wide in astonishment. "Bloody hell." He whispered. "What?" Ragetti was growing impatient. "Mary mother of god." "WHAT?!" Jack looked up from the parchment. "I'm not alone." Jack said plainly. "Now what in god's name is THAT supposed to mean?" Ragetti said, making another attempt to grab the compass.
"Listen, Mate. Afore we get all violent about this, let's say we strike up a bargain? If yeh give me back Rowena, I'll give yeh me compass. No swords or pistols aloud. Yeh'll get what yeh wanted, and yeh can do what yeh want with us." Jack finished shortly. Ragetti thought about this. "No swords, daggers, pistols, revolvers, nothin'?" Jack shook his head. "Not unless yeh want it t' be bloody." Ragetti smiled. "Do yeh think me mad?" He asked. "No more than usual." Jack replied.
Ragetti thought again about what he would be doing. Getting the compass, returning the treasure, being rich until his dying day. It all sounded fantastic. AND, as a bonus, he'd get to kill Jack and Rowena. What luck. But why was Jack freely offering himself, AND the girl? Did he know something that Ragetti didn't? Impossible, he could read Jack's mind. No one could hide anything form Ragetti. Or could they? "Deal." Ragetti said without wanting to ponder any further.
Jack smirked. He had a plan. But he wouldn't think about it, no. Ragetti would find out quicker than you can say 'savvy'.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Rowena suddenly felt a tug at her jacket. She was being pulled out of the pit, and being flown through the air to god knows where. She landed with a thud next to Jack, in a well-lit section of the cave. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the light, and when they did she saw Ragetti standing over her, grinning widely. "Ragetti, you idiot." Jacked mimicked Ragetti's way of speech. Then he ducked down into a smaller portion of the cave and pulled out the chest of cursed Aztec treasure. "What the-" Ragetti started, but he had no time. Jack quickly drew his sword and cut Ragetti's wrist. He dropped the last piece in the chest and plunged his sword into Ragetti's stomach.
It only took, seconds, but the curse was over and Ragetti was dying. Jack pocketed his compass and Rowena did the same, noticing that it no longer spun or glowed. "Come on, love. Lets go." He took her hand. He wasn't going to tell her the secret yet. He was going to wait until the opportune moment. . .
Jack opened his eyes groggily. He had taken a quick nap to save his energy. Suddenly he realized that he was sitting in darkness. Jack pulled out his compass. It was glowing and spinning very fast and bright. Why was it doing that? "Because yer dead, Jack." Ragetti's voice sounded inside his ears, making him jump at the sound. "I wish you'd stop that." Jack said aloud to no one. But Ragetti heard him. "Aye. Now, did yeh hear me?" "Yes, yes." Jack grumbled. "And yer bloody mad, by the way." Jack felt Ragetti smile. "Am I, Jack? Or are yeh the one tha's goin' mad?" Jack shrugged. "It's very possible. . ." Jack felt Ragetti scowl. He grinned. This was what he loved doing best. Annoying the bloody hell out of people, especially his enemies.
Most of them got so annoyed that they just left him alone. But not without a good sword fight first. Ragetti and Jack had already done that plenty of times, and it was no use anyway, because Ragetti couldn't die even if he tried. Now all that was left to do was annoy the hell out of Ragetti, and then his work would be complete.
"Ah, the old 'annoy yer enemies' trick. Supposedly yeh are quite good at tha', am I right captain Sparrow?" Jack nodded, and laughed silently. "Yeah, I s'pose I am." He felt Ragetti smile again. "Well, It won't work." Jack raised his eyebrows subconsciously. "I don't know about tha', mate. I seemed to be doing pretty well from how I'm seein' it." Ragetti snarled. "Well, then yeh must be blind." Jack nodded. "That's entirely possible as well. . ." then he grinned. Despite what Ragetti might say, Jack knew that he was getting on his nerves.
Suddenly Jack felt a strong arm grab him from his jacket and pull him away from his spot. All at once he was standing in front of Ragetti, Compass no longer spinning or glowing. Jack stared down at it. "So is this to say that I'm not dead no more, am I?" He pondered to Ragetti, who tried to snatch the compass away. "Yes, Jack, yeh bloomin' idiot. Yeh crossed to the other side o' the barrier, savvy?" Jack made a gesture with his hands. "Whoa. Let's make one thing clear, mate. Savvy is MY word, savvy? I'd greatly appreciate it if yeh didn't start usin' me habits, mate. They is mine, after all." He smirked as he saw Ragetti turn red.
"Shut up." Ragetti snarled, pointing his sword at Jack. "Whoa, let's not go there mate." Jack said, pushing down the sword with the edge of his hand. "Jack. I'll say it one last time afore I kill yeh. Hand. Over. The. Compass." Jack shook his head and tut- tuted Ragetti. "Fine." Ragetti growled. "Then open it for me." Jack looked puzzled, but opened the compass. It was the same as always, broken and water-filled.
"All yeh wanted t' see was the inside of me bloody compass? Well why didn't yeh say so mate? I could've let yeh do that no trouble at al!" Ragetti rolled his eyes. Unscrew the bottom, Jack. And please stop yer gibbering." Jack finally and begrudgingly obliged. He slowly turned the bottom of the compass toward him three times, and the bottom fell off and shattered onto the stone floor. Jack turned it over and stared. He looked from his compass to Ragetti, then back to his compass. "How did you find out about tha'?" He asked, astonished. Ragetti just smirked.
"What does the paper in the bottom say, Jack. Or can you even read?" Ragetti sniggered at his joke. "Aye. I can, yeh know." Jack pulled out the papers and unfolded them. As he read, his eyes grew wide in astonishment. "Bloody hell." He whispered. "What?" Ragetti was growing impatient. "Mary mother of god." "WHAT?!" Jack looked up from the parchment. "I'm not alone." Jack said plainly. "Now what in god's name is THAT supposed to mean?" Ragetti said, making another attempt to grab the compass.
"Listen, Mate. Afore we get all violent about this, let's say we strike up a bargain? If yeh give me back Rowena, I'll give yeh me compass. No swords or pistols aloud. Yeh'll get what yeh wanted, and yeh can do what yeh want with us." Jack finished shortly. Ragetti thought about this. "No swords, daggers, pistols, revolvers, nothin'?" Jack shook his head. "Not unless yeh want it t' be bloody." Ragetti smiled. "Do yeh think me mad?" He asked. "No more than usual." Jack replied.
Ragetti thought again about what he would be doing. Getting the compass, returning the treasure, being rich until his dying day. It all sounded fantastic. AND, as a bonus, he'd get to kill Jack and Rowena. What luck. But why was Jack freely offering himself, AND the girl? Did he know something that Ragetti didn't? Impossible, he could read Jack's mind. No one could hide anything form Ragetti. Or could they? "Deal." Ragetti said without wanting to ponder any further.
Jack smirked. He had a plan. But he wouldn't think about it, no. Ragetti would find out quicker than you can say 'savvy'.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Rowena suddenly felt a tug at her jacket. She was being pulled out of the pit, and being flown through the air to god knows where. She landed with a thud next to Jack, in a well-lit section of the cave. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust to the light, and when they did she saw Ragetti standing over her, grinning widely. "Ragetti, you idiot." Jacked mimicked Ragetti's way of speech. Then he ducked down into a smaller portion of the cave and pulled out the chest of cursed Aztec treasure. "What the-" Ragetti started, but he had no time. Jack quickly drew his sword and cut Ragetti's wrist. He dropped the last piece in the chest and plunged his sword into Ragetti's stomach.
It only took, seconds, but the curse was over and Ragetti was dying. Jack pocketed his compass and Rowena did the same, noticing that it no longer spun or glowed. "Come on, love. Lets go." He took her hand. He wasn't going to tell her the secret yet. He was going to wait until the opportune moment. . .