I know! I've been evil, and my updates have been on and of, and I've
started writing a whole other story about Jack, which I know, evil. I'm
sorry. I promise to update more regularly. Thank you to all my reviewers
who've stuck with me through this bizarre twisted working of my mind. I saw
POTC last night, again, and added a few more bits and pieces in, and does
anyone have any idea why he had that stupid bit of wood in his hair? It's
really not cool. Anyway, please read and review, this is the chapter I had
to sit down and think about for ages. Evil, evil ff, taking me away from my
study.
jackfan2: Thank you for your review, I'm glad that you were able to forgive Jack, I thought maybe people would turn on him for that, but I still love him. And hello? He's a Pirate. Thank you for adding me to your authors list! (does an excited dance.) Thank you all other reviewers too, you know who are. xoxoxo
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"Is he awake yet?" Jack heard through the blackness of unconsciousness. Someone was shaking him. The woman sounded angry, her voice curt. Oh well, that's not unusual when it came to Jack. His mouth felt dry, like he'd been eating cotton wool.
"I really need a drink." He moaned. He blinked open his eyes, taking in his surroundings. He was lying on his back on one of the stepping-stones in the cavern. Ice water trickled on either side of him. A man with a blonde beard and a small unpleasant mouth stood over him with an expression of disgust. Jack made a face and attempted to sit up.
"Julia, you're here." He said blearily. Julia placed her hands on her hips irritably. "And you not kidnapped." He said, rubbing his head.
"Ah, good John. At least you're proving that you do have a brain." She said aggressively. "Where's my compass?" She asked.
"In my pocket." He said dazedly. The man with the blonde beard reached over, digging into his pocket and retrieving the black box. "Oye!" Jack yelled.
The other three men stood around grimly, one leaning on the edge of his gun. The blonde man tossed it to Julia.
She flipped it open, checking its needle, and then closed it, sliding it into a pocket in her coat. Jack felt breathing behind him, and turned his head to gaze into Tom's panicked eyes. The blood wound on his head was giving of a sickly sent, congealed black blood dripping slowly down his forehead.
"I see you've noticed Tom's currant state. It's most unfortunate really, the whole thing." Julia said, stepping daintily onto the rock with Jack and Tom on it. She grabbed Tom's chin ungently, turning his face up to look at her. She shrugged pulling of the gag and thrusting his head back towards the rock.
"You bitch." Tom spluttered. "You calculating, manipulative bitch." Julia tutted reproachfully.
"Now, Tom, you know this is really your fault, don't you?" She wound the piece of material that had been gagging Tom around her hands as she spoke. "You see Jackie, can I call you Jackie? That's what that nice black pirate wench called you." She said, braking of her train of thought. "Ah the things that must have happened to you little Johnny. A pirate captain." She said, tilting her head thoughtfully. "How barbaric."
Jack shrugged, his head still heavy, trying to take in what was going on. It seemed better, for the moment, to remain quiet. But he was starting to have the sickening feeling that he'd been played here.
"Well, Jackie, a lot's changed at home since you left too." She said, concentrating on the gag in our hands. "You see, Daddy's decided that you'd make a better heir then me or Tom, being his 'one true love child.'" She said mockingly with inverted brackets around it. "And he's renounced our inheritance, claiming that everything's to go to you, if you were still alive. No, wait, correction, he's renounced MY inheritance. Tom still gets his, once your dead." She said pleasantly, her voice not raising a decibel. Except Jack's ears were starting to pound.
"Dead...." He said unsurely. Tom next to him coughed, splattering blood on the rock. He laughed rolling over.
"Why don't you tell him the truth, Julia? Dad worked out that you were just another whore and decided that he didn't want a thing to do with you." "Quite." Julia said tartly. "So Tommy here came up with a great idea, for us to go after this treasure, because he had this compass that and this map and everything was going to be peachy, cause Dad'll be so thankful when we bring home all this gold." She said, sarcastically stressing some words.
"So Tom here tells Dad that I've gotten kidnapped by pirates, and that he's going to chase after them on daddy's ship, the Pearl, to rescue me." She said, her face loosing some of its sweetness, a rigidity passing over her pleasant features. "Except Tom here, half way through the Caribbean, decides that he likes sailing and that, what was it you said Tom?" She said, giving him a kick to the ribs. Tom replied by coughing blood on her boots.
Julia pulled a face, frowning down at her ruined shoes. She sighed and continued.
"Tom decides that he wants to be a pirate. Doesn't ever want to go home." She sniffed, and turned back to Jack, who had just realised that his arms weren't just bruised, they were bound behind his back. He blinked, trying to remain conscious.
"That didn't suit me at all." She said and then smiled, looking at the four other men in the cavern, beaming at them. "So me and my boys here came up with a different plan. Where I kill Tom here, and we divide the gold up between us." She paused, letting the full impact of the words hit home. Then she waved her hands, filling in the rest of the details as though they bored her.
"Then the boys drop me at the nearest town, the gold divvied up, and sail of into the sunset together to become swashbuckling pirates themselves. I catch a boat home, and I get Tom's inheritance, and have all this nice gold to live in England with, rather then that hole of a town in Mexico. And I'll become a real lady." She said wistfully, a glint of madness in her voice.
"Everyone's happy. Well, except for Tom who we kill, and the other pirates on the Pearl that we've already poisoned." She added.
Jack grinned uneasily.
"Yeah. Go team." He said, wriggling slightly against his bonds. He could feel the rope on his hands untying slightly.
"See John, I could always rely on you for your optimism and your unconditional support." She smiled, running her hand over the gold. She didn't pick one up though, just smiled coldly at the glinting medallions. Jack looked at the box, which he'd thought way plain grey marble, actually had inlayed gold dancing figures. He shivered. So this was a real pirates treasure. "Seeing you John was actually just a bonus." Julia continued, oblivious. "When I take your body home to father, saying you were the pirate that kidnapped me, and that you killed darling Tommy and sunk his ship, he'll have no chose but to give me everything. Especially with Tom here dead and everything." She walked over to Tom, kneeling down beside him.
"Julia..." Jack started, as she pulled out a blade. Tom, who had passed out again, opened his eyes when he felt his sister's hand on his forehead.
"Ah, dear Tom, my dear old chum." She said, stroking his hair.
"You bitch Julia, how could you do this.." She drove the blade across his throat neatly, his eyes widening with pain and shock. He rasped for breath for a moment, and bubble of blood foaming from his mouth. His chest arched back and Julia stood unmoved. Then his eyes glazed over. Jack watched; horror, like a bucket of cold water, flooding his senses.
"Hmm." She said, tilting her head. "You know, I was wondering, are you actually Sir Daniel's son?" She asked.
"Yeah, out of wedlock." Jack said.
"Wow. We're lucky to have missed out on incest then." She mused, wiping the blood on her hands onto Tom's shirt.
"Yeah." Jack agreed sadly.
"Huh." She shook her head and continued her grand scheme, now playing with the knife between her fingers. "Anyway, now that your captain, it works even better. I kill you, row out to your ship in your boat, and tell your crew that Tom killed you. By the pirate code, see I've done my homework," She interjected proudly, "they'll have to take their captain's body to wherever he wants to be buried, which luckily for me, is in your sweet little home town in Mexico. And I'll about two hundred Aztec gold trinkets under my bodice." She grinned.
"I don't want to be buried in Mexico." Jack said affronted. Julia rolled her eyes.
"After that whole story, that's the thing you pick out to question? What about all the other details that could have gone wrong, like what if you'd brought your whole crew in here? Where did Tom get the map and compass? How did I plan to get all the gold home?" She said violently, kicking Jack in the ribs. Jack gasped with pain. "Does no one realise how bloody hard I worked to get this plan perfect?" She yelled, her voice echoing up around the cavern like a banshee's wail. The other men shifted uncomfortably.
She sheathed her knife.
"Tis a grand plan to be sure," Jack panted, gasping for air and rolling onto his side. "But there's one little flaw in it."
"What?" She said, pulling him up by his hair. He looked into her eyes, and saw madness in them. She wasn't driven by mere greed, the very foundations of her personality were unstable.
"I didn't bring the ship with me. You see," Jack leered. "I'm not really a captain." He smiled briefly.
"What?" She repeated, her voice small. She dropped Jack angrily. "You're the captain of the Portella. You told me so." She said disbelievingly.
"No, see," Jack, said raising himself up to sitting. "It was more, Ana- Maria that told you so, and she's the actual captain. There's no ship in the bay." He paused, hoping at least if he could dislodge her plans momentarily, he wouldn't end up like Tom there. He didn't want to mention that in fact, the ship was coming in the morning.
He prayed Turner wouldn't turn up early.
"I can't carry your dead body back on a passenger liner." She said defensively. "You have to have bought your ship."
"Well," Jack said. "I didn't." He raised his eyebrows with the inflection of 'duh.'
"You have to have." She said, kicking him and hitting his head, until it felt like his ribs were breaking. Then she stopped, flicking her blonde hair off her face and straightening it over her shoulder.
"Okay, new plan. The Pearl takes me and Jack's body here back to Mexico, and everyone's happy." She said, twitching her neck slightly.
"Uh, we can't go back to Mexico. Then we won't be able to keep the ship." One of the men said. He turned to the other three. "I say we take all the gold, take the ship.." He didn't finish his sentence, a shot sounding loud in the cavern. The man opened and closed his mouth once or twice, the bullet whole between his eyes opening and starting to trickle blood.
"Any one else not like my plan?" Julia asked coolly. One of the other men dashed to the fallen mans side.
"You shot my brother, you bitch." The man placed his hand on his sword. Another shot wrung out, and that man fell to the ground, shuddering with pain. Julia glared at the other two.
"Divide the gold into three, how bout it boys?" They glanced at each other, estimating the amount of time it would take them to draw their guns, and whether they trusted the lady more then each other.
They nodded.
Jack looked from the two fallen men, to Tom's unmoving body beside him.
"You're mad. You poisoned the entire crew on the ship. That's why it was so quiet. Then you killed your brother, and then you killed two of the men that were mutinying with you! That's insane." He yelled, realising he'd gotten his hands free. But he couldn't move, his arms felt like they were broken, and he was winded.
"I like to call it genius, thank you." She said, turning her back on him. "You two, grab the chest, and take it to the row boat." They shuffled off. Jack wanted to move his arms, but he couldn't, his body wasn't responding.
Julia smiled down at Jack sadly. She saddled his chest heavily. This would have been fun, Jack mused, if she hadn't been pointing the gun at his temple.
"I'm sorry to involve you in this snookums. We had fun while it lasted." She said coldly. * * * * * * * * * * * *
jackfan2: Thank you for your review, I'm glad that you were able to forgive Jack, I thought maybe people would turn on him for that, but I still love him. And hello? He's a Pirate. Thank you for adding me to your authors list! (does an excited dance.) Thank you all other reviewers too, you know who are. xoxoxo
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"Is he awake yet?" Jack heard through the blackness of unconsciousness. Someone was shaking him. The woman sounded angry, her voice curt. Oh well, that's not unusual when it came to Jack. His mouth felt dry, like he'd been eating cotton wool.
"I really need a drink." He moaned. He blinked open his eyes, taking in his surroundings. He was lying on his back on one of the stepping-stones in the cavern. Ice water trickled on either side of him. A man with a blonde beard and a small unpleasant mouth stood over him with an expression of disgust. Jack made a face and attempted to sit up.
"Julia, you're here." He said blearily. Julia placed her hands on her hips irritably. "And you not kidnapped." He said, rubbing his head.
"Ah, good John. At least you're proving that you do have a brain." She said aggressively. "Where's my compass?" She asked.
"In my pocket." He said dazedly. The man with the blonde beard reached over, digging into his pocket and retrieving the black box. "Oye!" Jack yelled.
The other three men stood around grimly, one leaning on the edge of his gun. The blonde man tossed it to Julia.
She flipped it open, checking its needle, and then closed it, sliding it into a pocket in her coat. Jack felt breathing behind him, and turned his head to gaze into Tom's panicked eyes. The blood wound on his head was giving of a sickly sent, congealed black blood dripping slowly down his forehead.
"I see you've noticed Tom's currant state. It's most unfortunate really, the whole thing." Julia said, stepping daintily onto the rock with Jack and Tom on it. She grabbed Tom's chin ungently, turning his face up to look at her. She shrugged pulling of the gag and thrusting his head back towards the rock.
"You bitch." Tom spluttered. "You calculating, manipulative bitch." Julia tutted reproachfully.
"Now, Tom, you know this is really your fault, don't you?" She wound the piece of material that had been gagging Tom around her hands as she spoke. "You see Jackie, can I call you Jackie? That's what that nice black pirate wench called you." She said, braking of her train of thought. "Ah the things that must have happened to you little Johnny. A pirate captain." She said, tilting her head thoughtfully. "How barbaric."
Jack shrugged, his head still heavy, trying to take in what was going on. It seemed better, for the moment, to remain quiet. But he was starting to have the sickening feeling that he'd been played here.
"Well, Jackie, a lot's changed at home since you left too." She said, concentrating on the gag in our hands. "You see, Daddy's decided that you'd make a better heir then me or Tom, being his 'one true love child.'" She said mockingly with inverted brackets around it. "And he's renounced our inheritance, claiming that everything's to go to you, if you were still alive. No, wait, correction, he's renounced MY inheritance. Tom still gets his, once your dead." She said pleasantly, her voice not raising a decibel. Except Jack's ears were starting to pound.
"Dead...." He said unsurely. Tom next to him coughed, splattering blood on the rock. He laughed rolling over.
"Why don't you tell him the truth, Julia? Dad worked out that you were just another whore and decided that he didn't want a thing to do with you." "Quite." Julia said tartly. "So Tommy here came up with a great idea, for us to go after this treasure, because he had this compass that and this map and everything was going to be peachy, cause Dad'll be so thankful when we bring home all this gold." She said, sarcastically stressing some words.
"So Tom here tells Dad that I've gotten kidnapped by pirates, and that he's going to chase after them on daddy's ship, the Pearl, to rescue me." She said, her face loosing some of its sweetness, a rigidity passing over her pleasant features. "Except Tom here, half way through the Caribbean, decides that he likes sailing and that, what was it you said Tom?" She said, giving him a kick to the ribs. Tom replied by coughing blood on her boots.
Julia pulled a face, frowning down at her ruined shoes. She sighed and continued.
"Tom decides that he wants to be a pirate. Doesn't ever want to go home." She sniffed, and turned back to Jack, who had just realised that his arms weren't just bruised, they were bound behind his back. He blinked, trying to remain conscious.
"That didn't suit me at all." She said and then smiled, looking at the four other men in the cavern, beaming at them. "So me and my boys here came up with a different plan. Where I kill Tom here, and we divide the gold up between us." She paused, letting the full impact of the words hit home. Then she waved her hands, filling in the rest of the details as though they bored her.
"Then the boys drop me at the nearest town, the gold divvied up, and sail of into the sunset together to become swashbuckling pirates themselves. I catch a boat home, and I get Tom's inheritance, and have all this nice gold to live in England with, rather then that hole of a town in Mexico. And I'll become a real lady." She said wistfully, a glint of madness in her voice.
"Everyone's happy. Well, except for Tom who we kill, and the other pirates on the Pearl that we've already poisoned." She added.
Jack grinned uneasily.
"Yeah. Go team." He said, wriggling slightly against his bonds. He could feel the rope on his hands untying slightly.
"See John, I could always rely on you for your optimism and your unconditional support." She smiled, running her hand over the gold. She didn't pick one up though, just smiled coldly at the glinting medallions. Jack looked at the box, which he'd thought way plain grey marble, actually had inlayed gold dancing figures. He shivered. So this was a real pirates treasure. "Seeing you John was actually just a bonus." Julia continued, oblivious. "When I take your body home to father, saying you were the pirate that kidnapped me, and that you killed darling Tommy and sunk his ship, he'll have no chose but to give me everything. Especially with Tom here dead and everything." She walked over to Tom, kneeling down beside him.
"Julia..." Jack started, as she pulled out a blade. Tom, who had passed out again, opened his eyes when he felt his sister's hand on his forehead.
"Ah, dear Tom, my dear old chum." She said, stroking his hair.
"You bitch Julia, how could you do this.." She drove the blade across his throat neatly, his eyes widening with pain and shock. He rasped for breath for a moment, and bubble of blood foaming from his mouth. His chest arched back and Julia stood unmoved. Then his eyes glazed over. Jack watched; horror, like a bucket of cold water, flooding his senses.
"Hmm." She said, tilting her head. "You know, I was wondering, are you actually Sir Daniel's son?" She asked.
"Yeah, out of wedlock." Jack said.
"Wow. We're lucky to have missed out on incest then." She mused, wiping the blood on her hands onto Tom's shirt.
"Yeah." Jack agreed sadly.
"Huh." She shook her head and continued her grand scheme, now playing with the knife between her fingers. "Anyway, now that your captain, it works even better. I kill you, row out to your ship in your boat, and tell your crew that Tom killed you. By the pirate code, see I've done my homework," She interjected proudly, "they'll have to take their captain's body to wherever he wants to be buried, which luckily for me, is in your sweet little home town in Mexico. And I'll about two hundred Aztec gold trinkets under my bodice." She grinned.
"I don't want to be buried in Mexico." Jack said affronted. Julia rolled her eyes.
"After that whole story, that's the thing you pick out to question? What about all the other details that could have gone wrong, like what if you'd brought your whole crew in here? Where did Tom get the map and compass? How did I plan to get all the gold home?" She said violently, kicking Jack in the ribs. Jack gasped with pain. "Does no one realise how bloody hard I worked to get this plan perfect?" She yelled, her voice echoing up around the cavern like a banshee's wail. The other men shifted uncomfortably.
She sheathed her knife.
"Tis a grand plan to be sure," Jack panted, gasping for air and rolling onto his side. "But there's one little flaw in it."
"What?" She said, pulling him up by his hair. He looked into her eyes, and saw madness in them. She wasn't driven by mere greed, the very foundations of her personality were unstable.
"I didn't bring the ship with me. You see," Jack leered. "I'm not really a captain." He smiled briefly.
"What?" She repeated, her voice small. She dropped Jack angrily. "You're the captain of the Portella. You told me so." She said disbelievingly.
"No, see," Jack, said raising himself up to sitting. "It was more, Ana- Maria that told you so, and she's the actual captain. There's no ship in the bay." He paused, hoping at least if he could dislodge her plans momentarily, he wouldn't end up like Tom there. He didn't want to mention that in fact, the ship was coming in the morning.
He prayed Turner wouldn't turn up early.
"I can't carry your dead body back on a passenger liner." She said defensively. "You have to have bought your ship."
"Well," Jack said. "I didn't." He raised his eyebrows with the inflection of 'duh.'
"You have to have." She said, kicking him and hitting his head, until it felt like his ribs were breaking. Then she stopped, flicking her blonde hair off her face and straightening it over her shoulder.
"Okay, new plan. The Pearl takes me and Jack's body here back to Mexico, and everyone's happy." She said, twitching her neck slightly.
"Uh, we can't go back to Mexico. Then we won't be able to keep the ship." One of the men said. He turned to the other three. "I say we take all the gold, take the ship.." He didn't finish his sentence, a shot sounding loud in the cavern. The man opened and closed his mouth once or twice, the bullet whole between his eyes opening and starting to trickle blood.
"Any one else not like my plan?" Julia asked coolly. One of the other men dashed to the fallen mans side.
"You shot my brother, you bitch." The man placed his hand on his sword. Another shot wrung out, and that man fell to the ground, shuddering with pain. Julia glared at the other two.
"Divide the gold into three, how bout it boys?" They glanced at each other, estimating the amount of time it would take them to draw their guns, and whether they trusted the lady more then each other.
They nodded.
Jack looked from the two fallen men, to Tom's unmoving body beside him.
"You're mad. You poisoned the entire crew on the ship. That's why it was so quiet. Then you killed your brother, and then you killed two of the men that were mutinying with you! That's insane." He yelled, realising he'd gotten his hands free. But he couldn't move, his arms felt like they were broken, and he was winded.
"I like to call it genius, thank you." She said, turning her back on him. "You two, grab the chest, and take it to the row boat." They shuffled off. Jack wanted to move his arms, but he couldn't, his body wasn't responding.
Julia smiled down at Jack sadly. She saddled his chest heavily. This would have been fun, Jack mused, if she hadn't been pointing the gun at his temple.
"I'm sorry to involve you in this snookums. We had fun while it lasted." She said coldly. * * * * * * * * * * * *