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Chapter Nine; Apple?
"What's this about?" Jack asked as he and Barbosa sat down to talk.
"The treasure," he answered.
"Well, yes, I guessed that. What about the treasure?" Jack said, getting an apple out of the fruit bowl that sat in the middle of the table. He swung his legs up on the ebony wood of the table and leaned back casually eating the apple.
"Well, me an' the crew have been talkin'," Jack didn't like the sound of this. "And we think that everythin' should be an equal share," Jack nodded and let Barbosa continue. "Includin' the location o' the treasure,"
Barbosa leaned forward expectantly, waiting for Jack's answer.
"Yes, I agree," Barbosa nodded, trying to contain his amusement. "The treasure will be an equal share. But I wont tell yer where it is,"
Barbosa's face fell considerably. What would he tell the crew now? They trusted him to be able to get the location of the treasure so that they could commit mutiny tonight.
"I mean- who knows what could happen if I told yer? Yer could commit mutiny," Jack suggested, looking for Barbosa's reaction.
"Well, no," Barbosa laughed nervously. Just the reaction that Jack had been looking for; Jack pretended not to notice. "Why would we do that?"
"I don't know. You tell me," Jack smiled; happy at the annoyance he was causing Barbosa. He couldn't just tell Jack what was going to happen.
"Come on Jack," Barbosa offered a smile and he barked a laugh. "Could yer imagine this ol' crew 'avin a mutiny against yer? They can barely tie their own shoe laces- ne'er mind organise a mutiny. What makes you think that we're gonna do that? Yer crew admires yer. Who wouldn't?"
Jack tried not to retch at his mutinous first mate. He didn't know what to say. His fist mate was planning of leaving him to starve on an island. He decided to have the last word on the matter.
"No Barbosa. I won't tell yer the location," and he go up and left the room, still eating the apple.
Barbosa growled and got an apple for himself. He wondered what was going to happen now.
But then he smiled evilly. The Pearl could still be his.
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Jack opened his door to his cabin and slammed it behind him. The wood almost splintered.
"Bad morning?" Monice asked. Jack was surprised that she was still here.
"No, just not good either," he said, putting on a grin.
"Don't try that false grin with me, Captain. What's the matter?" she stood up from the bed (a little wobbly, Jack noticed). She walked over to him.
"Nothin'," he lied. "Nothin' Jack can't handle," he reassured her.
"Jack . . ." she warned. The smell of alcohol on her breath was washing over him.
"Have you been at me rum?" he asked, frowning at her.
"Naw," she giggled.
He looked behind her and saw the open cabinet where he kept his rum. He groaned. How much had she had? Stepping around her he walked over to the cabinet and looked inside. He frowned again and then laughed.
"Half a bottle of rum and-" he turned around in time to see her fall unconscious on the floor.
"Poor girl. Not used to it," me muttered as he strained to put her on the bed.
He dropped her on the bed and rolled his eyes. It was a good job that she still had her nightgown on and not her dress- other wise she would've weighed a ton. Monice stirred slightly and opened her eyes to look at Jack, who seemed to be annoyed over something.
"What?" she asked.
"So . . . you decide to wake up by bloody ACCIDENT and not even move more than an inch. But oh no, when I wake yer up you break me nose!" he exclaimed.
He sat down on the bed next to Monice and looked down over her. Monice laughed at the bruise on Jack's nose and Jack smiled.
"What's the matter?" she asked him again.
He just gazed at her for a while, not answering. Should he tell her? Monice propped herself up on her elbows and frowned at him.
"Tell me what's wrong!" she demanded.
He sighed.
"Well, 'luv. I should've known it would happen. Avin' Barbosa on board was risky enough. But I never knew it would happen . . . " Jack mumbled; working it out for himself.
"What would happen?" Monice asked.
"Well, the mutiny 'an all. I don't know if even this captain can get out o' that," he resigned.
"But they can't. You're such an inspiration to your crew. Surely they wouldn't do that to you?" she asked.
For the first time in a while, tears stung his eyes. He sighed again, his voice croaking. He smiled sadly at Monice.
"Yer daft, yer know that?" he told her.
She reached up and hugged him tenderly. Jack was surprised for a minute, but the he regained the usage of his arms and wrapped them around her waist. She was whispering comforting words in his ear.
"I wonder if . . . " she trailed of and broke from their hug.
"What?" he asked.
"I have a plan!" she said happily. "I'll be right back!" she almost ran out of the room, but in a slight bee-line.
"Door's that way luv," he said when she couldn't find it.
"Thank you," she said and briskly walked out the room.
He shook his head.
"Women," he muttered and he lay down on the bed, his hat covering his eyes.
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"William! William!" Monice shouted, and ignored the whistles that she received from the crew. She was in her nightgown after all.
"What?" a voice from behind her said, and she jumped, spinning around to see who it was.
"There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" she said.
He grimaced. "I heard," he said.
"I need to talk to you- alone," she told him, and once again the crew started to shout.
He shook his head at the gathering audience and they walked away disappointedly.
"What?" he asked.
Monice looked at him and was once again reminded of his handsome looks. Ooh, those eyes-
"What?" he asked her again.
"Oh, erm . . . Hoo hoo har har," she laughed in a high pitch, making a fool of herself once again. "Come on," she said, grabbing his hand and leading him below deck so that they could talk in private.
They reached the kitchens and there was a small table with two chairs. They each sat down, facing each other.
"I'm sure you know why you're here," she asked quietly.
"No actually, I don't," Bill answered truthfully.
Monice rolled her eyes.
"Mutiny," she offered.
"Oh," he said, his face darkening a lot.
"I know that you are . . . a little unusual than any other pirate. By that I mean that you are kind hearted," she said quickly, seeing the look on Bootstrap's face. He smiled at her compliment. "But . . . I just wanted to know . . . how many actually want to commit the mutiny," she asked.
He paused before answering.
"All but one," he said.
"Who doesn't?" she asked.
"Me," he answered.
Monice nodded. "As I thought. Why do they want to do this?" she asked.
"You see, they want all of the treasure, and of course, Barbosa want the Pearl. Who doesn't?" he said truthfully, a gleam in his eyes. "The most feared ship on the Caribbean waters . . . It's every pirate's dream!" he said talking enthusiastically about the ship he was on. Monice could tell that he was totally devoted to it. But she wasn't impressed.
"What kind of a person kills somebody for a ship?" she asked.
"A pirate," he said.
"But we can do something- right? I mean . . ." she trailed off weakly.
"No. Even if Jack didn't tell Barbosa where the treasure is hidden Jack would still be killed on the way back. They might not even wait that long. They might just kill him on the island that has the treasure on it," Bootstrap said.
Monice gasped. What kind of a ship was she on?
"But Jack has more time if Barbosa doesn't know where it is- right?" she asked.
"Aye, but it's just a matter of time now," Bootstrap said.
"Does- does anybody else know where the location of the treasure is other than Jack?"
"Yes, there is one," Bootstrap said.
"Who?" Monice asked.
He smiled and leaned back in his chair.
"Me again."
Monice gasped again.
"But . . . how? Does Jack know?"
"No, he doesn't. You see I sometimes watch him steer the ship. He has a compass that he always uses to steer us towards the island that we are heading for. I noticed once that it didn't point north. All I did was put two and two together. Nobody else noticed of course. They can't tie up their own shoe laces!" said Bill; not knowing that the person listening in on their conversation had just said the same thing moments before to Jack . . .
Yay! A longer chapter! Now everything is coming together. You see how an OC can change anything? Lol. Stupid Mr. Gibbs, getting the story wrong! Te hee hee!
Leave a review and tell me what you think! Good or bad? Let me know!
XxDragon Princess NikkixX: go on, tell me how much you love the story#! I have a lot of time on my hands . . . lol. Monice uses her brains in this chapter! *Gasp*. Well. . . in the end it isn't a good idea. . . read and find out! Mwahahaha! *gives out any PotC goodies that I can find* Thanx babes!
Wulfybaby: ^_~ I never kbew you had it in you- you little vandal you! Lol. Here is the next chapter and thanx for the review hunni!
Crescent-illusion: I'm glad you liked it! ^_^
Amy85: I'm very happy to hear that you are finding this funny! Thank-ies!
Dark Maiden Reiya: Hey abaes! Than you so much- you never fail to give me a review! Lol. Right, you know why I put pineapple? Because of his hair! Do you get it now? Lol. And yes, you're right! Jack is hot. I understand you point of view. ^_~
Enjoy!
Chapter Nine; Apple?
"What's this about?" Jack asked as he and Barbosa sat down to talk.
"The treasure," he answered.
"Well, yes, I guessed that. What about the treasure?" Jack said, getting an apple out of the fruit bowl that sat in the middle of the table. He swung his legs up on the ebony wood of the table and leaned back casually eating the apple.
"Well, me an' the crew have been talkin'," Jack didn't like the sound of this. "And we think that everythin' should be an equal share," Jack nodded and let Barbosa continue. "Includin' the location o' the treasure,"
Barbosa leaned forward expectantly, waiting for Jack's answer.
"Yes, I agree," Barbosa nodded, trying to contain his amusement. "The treasure will be an equal share. But I wont tell yer where it is,"
Barbosa's face fell considerably. What would he tell the crew now? They trusted him to be able to get the location of the treasure so that they could commit mutiny tonight.
"I mean- who knows what could happen if I told yer? Yer could commit mutiny," Jack suggested, looking for Barbosa's reaction.
"Well, no," Barbosa laughed nervously. Just the reaction that Jack had been looking for; Jack pretended not to notice. "Why would we do that?"
"I don't know. You tell me," Jack smiled; happy at the annoyance he was causing Barbosa. He couldn't just tell Jack what was going to happen.
"Come on Jack," Barbosa offered a smile and he barked a laugh. "Could yer imagine this ol' crew 'avin a mutiny against yer? They can barely tie their own shoe laces- ne'er mind organise a mutiny. What makes you think that we're gonna do that? Yer crew admires yer. Who wouldn't?"
Jack tried not to retch at his mutinous first mate. He didn't know what to say. His fist mate was planning of leaving him to starve on an island. He decided to have the last word on the matter.
"No Barbosa. I won't tell yer the location," and he go up and left the room, still eating the apple.
Barbosa growled and got an apple for himself. He wondered what was going to happen now.
But then he smiled evilly. The Pearl could still be his.
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Jack opened his door to his cabin and slammed it behind him. The wood almost splintered.
"Bad morning?" Monice asked. Jack was surprised that she was still here.
"No, just not good either," he said, putting on a grin.
"Don't try that false grin with me, Captain. What's the matter?" she stood up from the bed (a little wobbly, Jack noticed). She walked over to him.
"Nothin'," he lied. "Nothin' Jack can't handle," he reassured her.
"Jack . . ." she warned. The smell of alcohol on her breath was washing over him.
"Have you been at me rum?" he asked, frowning at her.
"Naw," she giggled.
He looked behind her and saw the open cabinet where he kept his rum. He groaned. How much had she had? Stepping around her he walked over to the cabinet and looked inside. He frowned again and then laughed.
"Half a bottle of rum and-" he turned around in time to see her fall unconscious on the floor.
"Poor girl. Not used to it," me muttered as he strained to put her on the bed.
He dropped her on the bed and rolled his eyes. It was a good job that she still had her nightgown on and not her dress- other wise she would've weighed a ton. Monice stirred slightly and opened her eyes to look at Jack, who seemed to be annoyed over something.
"What?" she asked.
"So . . . you decide to wake up by bloody ACCIDENT and not even move more than an inch. But oh no, when I wake yer up you break me nose!" he exclaimed.
He sat down on the bed next to Monice and looked down over her. Monice laughed at the bruise on Jack's nose and Jack smiled.
"What's the matter?" she asked him again.
He just gazed at her for a while, not answering. Should he tell her? Monice propped herself up on her elbows and frowned at him.
"Tell me what's wrong!" she demanded.
He sighed.
"Well, 'luv. I should've known it would happen. Avin' Barbosa on board was risky enough. But I never knew it would happen . . . " Jack mumbled; working it out for himself.
"What would happen?" Monice asked.
"Well, the mutiny 'an all. I don't know if even this captain can get out o' that," he resigned.
"But they can't. You're such an inspiration to your crew. Surely they wouldn't do that to you?" she asked.
For the first time in a while, tears stung his eyes. He sighed again, his voice croaking. He smiled sadly at Monice.
"Yer daft, yer know that?" he told her.
She reached up and hugged him tenderly. Jack was surprised for a minute, but the he regained the usage of his arms and wrapped them around her waist. She was whispering comforting words in his ear.
"I wonder if . . . " she trailed of and broke from their hug.
"What?" he asked.
"I have a plan!" she said happily. "I'll be right back!" she almost ran out of the room, but in a slight bee-line.
"Door's that way luv," he said when she couldn't find it.
"Thank you," she said and briskly walked out the room.
He shook his head.
"Women," he muttered and he lay down on the bed, his hat covering his eyes.
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"William! William!" Monice shouted, and ignored the whistles that she received from the crew. She was in her nightgown after all.
"What?" a voice from behind her said, and she jumped, spinning around to see who it was.
"There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" she said.
He grimaced. "I heard," he said.
"I need to talk to you- alone," she told him, and once again the crew started to shout.
He shook his head at the gathering audience and they walked away disappointedly.
"What?" he asked.
Monice looked at him and was once again reminded of his handsome looks. Ooh, those eyes-
"What?" he asked her again.
"Oh, erm . . . Hoo hoo har har," she laughed in a high pitch, making a fool of herself once again. "Come on," she said, grabbing his hand and leading him below deck so that they could talk in private.
They reached the kitchens and there was a small table with two chairs. They each sat down, facing each other.
"I'm sure you know why you're here," she asked quietly.
"No actually, I don't," Bill answered truthfully.
Monice rolled her eyes.
"Mutiny," she offered.
"Oh," he said, his face darkening a lot.
"I know that you are . . . a little unusual than any other pirate. By that I mean that you are kind hearted," she said quickly, seeing the look on Bootstrap's face. He smiled at her compliment. "But . . . I just wanted to know . . . how many actually want to commit the mutiny," she asked.
He paused before answering.
"All but one," he said.
"Who doesn't?" she asked.
"Me," he answered.
Monice nodded. "As I thought. Why do they want to do this?" she asked.
"You see, they want all of the treasure, and of course, Barbosa want the Pearl. Who doesn't?" he said truthfully, a gleam in his eyes. "The most feared ship on the Caribbean waters . . . It's every pirate's dream!" he said talking enthusiastically about the ship he was on. Monice could tell that he was totally devoted to it. But she wasn't impressed.
"What kind of a person kills somebody for a ship?" she asked.
"A pirate," he said.
"But we can do something- right? I mean . . ." she trailed off weakly.
"No. Even if Jack didn't tell Barbosa where the treasure is hidden Jack would still be killed on the way back. They might not even wait that long. They might just kill him on the island that has the treasure on it," Bootstrap said.
Monice gasped. What kind of a ship was she on?
"But Jack has more time if Barbosa doesn't know where it is- right?" she asked.
"Aye, but it's just a matter of time now," Bootstrap said.
"Does- does anybody else know where the location of the treasure is other than Jack?"
"Yes, there is one," Bootstrap said.
"Who?" Monice asked.
He smiled and leaned back in his chair.
"Me again."
Monice gasped again.
"But . . . how? Does Jack know?"
"No, he doesn't. You see I sometimes watch him steer the ship. He has a compass that he always uses to steer us towards the island that we are heading for. I noticed once that it didn't point north. All I did was put two and two together. Nobody else noticed of course. They can't tie up their own shoe laces!" said Bill; not knowing that the person listening in on their conversation had just said the same thing moments before to Jack . . .
Yay! A longer chapter! Now everything is coming together. You see how an OC can change anything? Lol. Stupid Mr. Gibbs, getting the story wrong! Te hee hee!
Leave a review and tell me what you think! Good or bad? Let me know!