Captain Jack Sparrow looked at the woman sitting across from him. He had a
fine eye for women when it came down to it. The woman sitting across from
him was not something that would catch his eye in any circumstance. She was
a little too pale, her nose a little too pugged in, her hair a bit
lackluster, and her facial features a bit too severe. Jack wasn't even
about to consider the thin scar that slashed over her left eye. No, this
woman wasn't pretty at all, maybe with the right effects she could be a
handsome woman, but there was nothing about her now that made him hope for
much.
Nova, for her part, didn't really care what Jack thought. She'd known him for forever it felt like. As long as she'd been a smuggler, she'd known she had an ally in Captain Jack Sparrow. When he deigned to show up, that was. Those times were few and far between, though now that he had the Black Pearl again, he had a tendency to pop up more often.
"So what did he do now?" Nova questioned as she drank another glass of rum.
Jack smiled at the young woman and rubbed his face thoughtfully.
"What makes you so certain that he did anything?"
Nova smiled conspiratorially.
"You know that our dear William does nothing with much thought or planning except for his romantic notions," she said with a smile.
Jack chuckled into his glass.
"He didn't really mean to do it this time," Jack said blandly.
"Does he ever?"
"It seems lovely Elizabeth caught the eye of some less than desirable gentlemen and to defend her honor, Will managed to kill one."
Nova's eyes widened and then she dropped her head into her hands.
"Ye gods," she muttered.
"Unfortunately our dear Will killed a man who was very affluent. Lord Pennington's family not terrible thrilled to lose one of their favorite sons. Daniel Pennington was the second oldest son. As we speak, Will is languishing in the very same Port Royal jail I did."
"What do we do?" Nova said, her dark gray eyes flashing with more determination than Jack had seen out of her since their meeting.
"We get him out," Jack said with a devilish smile.
"And then what, send him and Elizabeth out to a life on the run?" Nova snorted.
"No, there's a story about that one little trinket you're wearing that might change our fortunes as it were," Jack said, looking over the top of his glass evilly.
Nova, for her part, didn't really care what Jack thought. She'd known him for forever it felt like. As long as she'd been a smuggler, she'd known she had an ally in Captain Jack Sparrow. When he deigned to show up, that was. Those times were few and far between, though now that he had the Black Pearl again, he had a tendency to pop up more often.
"So what did he do now?" Nova questioned as she drank another glass of rum.
Jack smiled at the young woman and rubbed his face thoughtfully.
"What makes you so certain that he did anything?"
Nova smiled conspiratorially.
"You know that our dear William does nothing with much thought or planning except for his romantic notions," she said with a smile.
Jack chuckled into his glass.
"He didn't really mean to do it this time," Jack said blandly.
"Does he ever?"
"It seems lovely Elizabeth caught the eye of some less than desirable gentlemen and to defend her honor, Will managed to kill one."
Nova's eyes widened and then she dropped her head into her hands.
"Ye gods," she muttered.
"Unfortunately our dear Will killed a man who was very affluent. Lord Pennington's family not terrible thrilled to lose one of their favorite sons. Daniel Pennington was the second oldest son. As we speak, Will is languishing in the very same Port Royal jail I did."
"What do we do?" Nova said, her dark gray eyes flashing with more determination than Jack had seen out of her since their meeting.
"We get him out," Jack said with a devilish smile.
"And then what, send him and Elizabeth out to a life on the run?" Nova snorted.
"No, there's a story about that one little trinket you're wearing that might change our fortunes as it were," Jack said, looking over the top of his glass evilly.