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Jack closed his eyes, trying to think of something worthwhile in his life, some happy last thoughts. He didn't want his last thoughts to be damn I wish I'd had time to grow a beard.
"What are you thinking John?" Julia asked, pausing for one last look at her lover.
"That I promise I'll plait my beard if I get out of here." He said, opening one eye hopefully. She laughed, and tilted her head.
"Say good by my little Captain Sparrow." She said.
But the bullet never came. Behind them, out on the ocean, the sound of a cannon boomed. The two men, who had just managed to raise the chest of the ground, dropped it again. They spun around, gazing out to the entrance to the cavern.
"What the hell was that?" Julia asked them angrily, jumping up off Jack. "You, Ricardo, go find out what it was." She yelled, pointing to the man with the blonde beard. He darted away on the rocks She swung back around, her hair trailing after her like a sheath of gold.
"You said you didn't bring your ship!" She said angrily. "You lying piece of scum."
"I didn't." Jack declared, bringing his hands out to his chest defensively. He looked down at them shocked. "Hey, I got my hands free." He said, before swinging his leg and knocking Julia of her feet. She tripped backwards, falling into the rushing water with a sickening crack.
Jack leap to his feet, grabbing for her fallen gun, when the other man came up behind him. He grabbed Jack's shoulder, spinning him round and knocking him to the floor, so that Jack lay on his back beneath him. Jack's arm darted backwards, scrabbling for the gun, and brought it up into the man's face.
The man made a sort of "OH" face, before Jack fired. He stumbled backwards, his face now a patchwork of things that should be on the inside, tripped over Tom's body, and falling face down into the water. The water turned a dull black, and in the moon light, it was shown for what it really was.
Blood.
Jack paused, momentarily horrified at the gruesome death, and then got to his feet again, dusting off his pants. He turned and scowled to see Julia rising out of the water with the expression of a wet cat.
"You know, I think everyone's right, you are a bitch." Jack said.
"Oh, and your just catching on?" Julia said sulkily. She wrung out the sleeve of her clock primly, sighing. She touched her hair cautiously, and frowned.
"John, you ruined everything." She whined. She moved as though to pick up the compass, which had fallen onto the rock but Jack darted forward, pointing the gun in her face.
"I think that's mine, lassie. Call it payment for services rendered." He said, grabbing the compass. She raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, don't act like a spurned lover John. Doesn't suit you." She said scathingly. "Come on, me and Ricardo can't sail the Pearl all by ourselves. Give you half the gold, okay?" She said indifferently, making to step out of the waters onto the rocks.
"No. Julia, you can't buy me. And that's the Portella out there and I've gutta return her." He said, grinning. "But you, maybe I'll leave you here, and you can see if you can eat gold." He said with dead seriousness.
The blonde haired man appeared, out of breathe, glancing at the turn of events with a kind of despair. Jack pointed the gun at him, and then at Julia again. Julia growled, her well-manicured hair sticking to her clothing.
"It's the Navy. The navy's out there battling another boat. They're both going to sink." Julia and Jack both turned around, their eyes wide.
"The Navy?" Julia whispered.
"Oh, bloody hell, the Portella. She'll kill me if it sinks." Jack said, once again managing to grasp the least relevant fact.
"Come on, let's grab the gold and get the hell out of here." Ricardo yelled. Jack paused, thoughtfully eying the gold. He jumped at the sound of yet another shot. He spun back round, pointing his gun at Julia, and her pointing another one right back at him.
Ricardo fell wordlessly to the floor.
"If I'm not taking the gold out of here, no one is." She said. Jack looked at her incredulously.
"Oh my god, could you be any more of a bitch?" He yelled, keeping his gun steady.
"John or Jack or whatever the hell your name is, lets take the row boat, and sail back to the Pearl." She said evenly.
"Not when you're bloody going to shoot me in the back." He yelled, buckling under the stress. "Could you shoot anymore of your own men?"
"It was double or nothing, and I lost. Now lets get back to the Pearl," She said.
"Fine. But we're leaving the gold." He said. Her eyes moved from the chest and the medallions inside back to Jack again.
"Fine. Whoever survives the night, can come back for it. I'll put down my gun first, as a sign of good faith." She said, lowering her gun. Jack didn't move, though the sounds of the cannons in the background were getting louder. "Lower your gun Jack."
"No fucking way." He said smoothing. He kicked hers into the water. "Get in the boat Julia." He followed behind her as she made her way to the boat; careful not to get distracted by the way she walked. She did so wordlessly, her perfect mouth forming an O and a pout. Jack followed her, careful to keep her in guns sight at all times. "Now row." He ordered. She glared at him.
"You row."
"Julia, whose got the gun?" He asked patiently.
"I'm not rowing." He closed his eyes for a moment, and then thought the better of it, thinning them at her.
"Julia. Just. Row."
"I'll rock paper scissor you for it?" She said grinning. Jack nodded as if to agree and then shook his head in disgust.
"No, that would be me putting down the gun. You row, I point the gun, okay?" He said, proud he hadn't got tricked.
"Fine." She said sulkily.
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Jack closed his eyes, trying to think of something worthwhile in his life, some happy last thoughts. He didn't want his last thoughts to be damn I wish I'd had time to grow a beard.
"What are you thinking John?" Julia asked, pausing for one last look at her lover.
"That I promise I'll plait my beard if I get out of here." He said, opening one eye hopefully. She laughed, and tilted her head.
"Say good by my little Captain Sparrow." She said.
But the bullet never came. Behind them, out on the ocean, the sound of a cannon boomed. The two men, who had just managed to raise the chest of the ground, dropped it again. They spun around, gazing out to the entrance to the cavern.
"What the hell was that?" Julia asked them angrily, jumping up off Jack. "You, Ricardo, go find out what it was." She yelled, pointing to the man with the blonde beard. He darted away on the rocks She swung back around, her hair trailing after her like a sheath of gold.
"You said you didn't bring your ship!" She said angrily. "You lying piece of scum."
"I didn't." Jack declared, bringing his hands out to his chest defensively. He looked down at them shocked. "Hey, I got my hands free." He said, before swinging his leg and knocking Julia of her feet. She tripped backwards, falling into the rushing water with a sickening crack.
Jack leap to his feet, grabbing for her fallen gun, when the other man came up behind him. He grabbed Jack's shoulder, spinning him round and knocking him to the floor, so that Jack lay on his back beneath him. Jack's arm darted backwards, scrabbling for the gun, and brought it up into the man's face.
The man made a sort of "OH" face, before Jack fired. He stumbled backwards, his face now a patchwork of things that should be on the inside, tripped over Tom's body, and falling face down into the water. The water turned a dull black, and in the moon light, it was shown for what it really was.
Blood.
Jack paused, momentarily horrified at the gruesome death, and then got to his feet again, dusting off his pants. He turned and scowled to see Julia rising out of the water with the expression of a wet cat.
"You know, I think everyone's right, you are a bitch." Jack said.
"Oh, and your just catching on?" Julia said sulkily. She wrung out the sleeve of her clock primly, sighing. She touched her hair cautiously, and frowned.
"John, you ruined everything." She whined. She moved as though to pick up the compass, which had fallen onto the rock but Jack darted forward, pointing the gun in her face.
"I think that's mine, lassie. Call it payment for services rendered." He said, grabbing the compass. She raised her eyebrows.
"Oh, don't act like a spurned lover John. Doesn't suit you." She said scathingly. "Come on, me and Ricardo can't sail the Pearl all by ourselves. Give you half the gold, okay?" She said indifferently, making to step out of the waters onto the rocks.
"No. Julia, you can't buy me. And that's the Portella out there and I've gutta return her." He said, grinning. "But you, maybe I'll leave you here, and you can see if you can eat gold." He said with dead seriousness.
The blonde haired man appeared, out of breathe, glancing at the turn of events with a kind of despair. Jack pointed the gun at him, and then at Julia again. Julia growled, her well-manicured hair sticking to her clothing.
"It's the Navy. The navy's out there battling another boat. They're both going to sink." Julia and Jack both turned around, their eyes wide.
"The Navy?" Julia whispered.
"Oh, bloody hell, the Portella. She'll kill me if it sinks." Jack said, once again managing to grasp the least relevant fact.
"Come on, let's grab the gold and get the hell out of here." Ricardo yelled. Jack paused, thoughtfully eying the gold. He jumped at the sound of yet another shot. He spun back round, pointing his gun at Julia, and her pointing another one right back at him.
Ricardo fell wordlessly to the floor.
"If I'm not taking the gold out of here, no one is." She said. Jack looked at her incredulously.
"Oh my god, could you be any more of a bitch?" He yelled, keeping his gun steady.
"John or Jack or whatever the hell your name is, lets take the row boat, and sail back to the Pearl." She said evenly.
"Not when you're bloody going to shoot me in the back." He yelled, buckling under the stress. "Could you shoot anymore of your own men?"
"It was double or nothing, and I lost. Now lets get back to the Pearl," She said.
"Fine. But we're leaving the gold." He said. Her eyes moved from the chest and the medallions inside back to Jack again.
"Fine. Whoever survives the night, can come back for it. I'll put down my gun first, as a sign of good faith." She said, lowering her gun. Jack didn't move, though the sounds of the cannons in the background were getting louder. "Lower your gun Jack."
"No fucking way." He said smoothing. He kicked hers into the water. "Get in the boat Julia." He followed behind her as she made her way to the boat; careful not to get distracted by the way she walked. She did so wordlessly, her perfect mouth forming an O and a pout. Jack followed her, careful to keep her in guns sight at all times. "Now row." He ordered. She glared at him.
"You row."
"Julia, whose got the gun?" He asked patiently.
"I'm not rowing." He closed his eyes for a moment, and then thought the better of it, thinning them at her.
"Julia. Just. Row."
"I'll rock paper scissor you for it?" She said grinning. Jack nodded as if to agree and then shook his head in disgust.
"No, that would be me putting down the gun. You row, I point the gun, okay?" He said, proud he hadn't got tricked.
"Fine." She said sulkily.
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