Author's Notes
All righty. I am so happy when I get these reviews. Let me just say I stared at the screen in open mouthed shock when I read that some of you liked this as your fave pirate story. I'm glad you think so! (Pulls everyone into a big group hug) And I've gotten various death threats, and I'm sorry I risked my life for not updating so soon. Loony- who you calling a dying illiterate cow? Haha Avast, ye! Well let's see..............I have some news as well.
-After I complete this story (which isn't done yet. Still have many chappies to go!) I already have some new story ideas. Don't worry, mates! It shall still portray a strong female character challenging the likes of Sparrow, but let's just say there is going to be interesting new.........situations. Hee, sounds ominous, doesn't it? I hope it shall be as successful as this one has been.
Now where did we leave off? Ah, yes. On the forbidden island, Will, Jack, and Gallagher have realized that the treasure is gone. While Gallagher is checking out the situation, Jack and Will disappear. Shortly after, Gallagher gets knocked out! Sorry for the cliffhanger. I know how you hate those. ;) Well here we go, mates! Enjoy!
I feel a change in the wind, says I.
-PineAppleLint-
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My tan feet were scrunched in the warm, flawless white sand, my toes digging into it contently. The salty sea wind caressed my face and my black, unruly, curly locks danced in the breeze. My cheekbones flexed as I bit the inside of my cheek as a nervous habit, and my gray eyes scanned the abandoned beach. The palm trees fluttered and the clear blue waves crashed gently onto the shore.
A paradise, I thought, a beautiful island all to myself. But the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Something wasn't right. Where was everyone else? Jack? The crew? Had they left me behind? The Black Pearl was not found on the horizon, for the ocean was just as abandoned as the island. That is, until I heard an unearthly howl.
I crossed my arms, my fingernails forming small crescent moons in my skin. I began to walk down the shoreline, trudging across the sand dunes, watching a small crab scuttle to the water, raising its claws menacingly up at me. I glanced up as I came to a large palm tree, its palms gray and dead-like, the large trunk twisted like a broken bone. That was not what intrigued me. What intrigued me was what was hanging from the sickly palm.
It was a skeleton. By the tattered worn clothes and effects, it looked old, and it had clearly been a pirate. A small wooden board swung near the noose, and it said, "Pirates, Ye Be Warned." The skeleton rattled, the yellow mangy faded bones clinking together as a strong gust of wind picked up. The sky was dark, almost black from an oncoming storm. I looked at the skeleton once more but it was no longer just bones. It was a dead man, hanging there. But it wasn't just any man. It was Jack Sparrow.
He was even wearing his triangular hat as his boots swung in the air, his coat flapping in the wind, his slack fingers hanging loosely at his sides. His beautiful brown eyes were glazed over, unseeing, his mouth set in a firm line. I didn't scream. I didn't wail. A single crimson tear slid down my cheek as I watched my dead beloved hang from his noose in a form of silent dignity, in unearthly pride.
I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, it was a skeleton once more. ***********
Gruff, male voices filled my head and I wondered if I was going mad. I groaned, my skull throbbing like hell, and my eyes slowly opened as I stretched my sore limbs on the hard floor. I had been dreaming, the details of my nightmare whirling around in my mind. But I shouldn't be worrying about stupid, unrealistic dreams. Where was I?
It all came back to me. The treasure...........took Will and Jack............knocked unconscious. By whom?
Shadows. He had to be there somewhere. I suddenly grew frantic as I sat up in my dank cell, the floor littered with bones and rats scurried about, looking up at me with their red demonic eyes. There were no windows, and I didn't know what time of day it was. The small flicker of a candle outside of the cell was the only source of light. I was alone, and felt the loneliness to the depths of my soul. I stood, my fingers grabbing a hold of the bars, and I grunted as I tried to break them. Was I too late? Was I the last one alive of the Black Pearl? I desperately wanted to hear Jack's voice, his low laughter, to see his idiotic grin. I had to get out.
"'EY!" I shouted, "I'm awake! Now if yeh would be so kind as to turn me loose, it would be much appreciated!"
A door opened and I heard big footsteps, the thud, thud, thud as someone made their way down the stairs. I caught sight of a huge, tall man, his skin like the darkest of chocolate, his eyes narrowed with distaste as he stared at me. Our eyes met and held. He was shirtless, his muscles gleaming in the light, all that strength was enough to make me a little nervous. But I didn't show it.
"Ah, Terrence Gallagher. I thought I would never live to see the day when we finally caught the infamous captain and locked her up in one of our cells."
"Happy to help yeh accomplish one of yer goals in life, mate," I replied, "But looking at the situation, yeh aren't treatin' me with the respect an' hospitality a captain deserves."
"Yeh are no captain, Gallagher," he answered with a low chuckle, "Yeh have no ship or crew. Yeh are useless."
"I like to look at the mug as half full," I said with a sarcastic smile, "Now let me talk to Shadows."
"I was supposed to take yeh to see him when yeh woke up."
"Well, I am bloody awake now! So why don't yeh move yer arse and get me out of here?"
"Yeh forget yer place, Gallagher," the pirate growled, "If the captain hadn't ordered us to keep yeh alive, I would be slittin' yer throat right now."
"How sweet."
The man grumbled as he grabbed the keys from his belt and shoved one of them into the lock, and with a loud clang, opened the door. Right as I stepped out, he grabbed me by the hair, one huge hand fisting itself in my curls and he yanked me close to him.
"If yeh try to escape, we will not hesitate to teach yeh a lesson or two about disobeying orders."
I wiggled my foot around in my boot a little, trying to find the place of my dagger, but it wasn't there. Damn them to blazes, they had taken all of my effects.
"If yeh would be so kind as to give me back my effects, I will not cause ye any trouble," I said and grunted as he pulled at my hair harder.
"No trouble, eh? Givin' Gallagher a sharp knife is not what I would expect to be no trouble."
"Ah.............." I murmured, grinning, "I guess yer right. Take me to Shadows."
He grabbed my arm, still keeping one hand in my hair, and pulled me roughly up the stairs, ripping my white shirt and exposing one tanned shoulder.
"Hey! Easy on the goods!" I winced, my head still throbbing from being hit there.
"Shut up, Gallagher."
I desperately wanted to say something and annoy the hell out of him, but what good would I be to Jack and Will if I were dead? I set my mouth in a tight firm line, saying no more as he led me above deck.
The ship itself had seen better days. The wood was cracked and clearly worn. The white sails had turned a gray color and hung tattered. The ropes were frayed.
The crew stopped bustling about and ceased working when I was led out from below and on deck. They were old and grisly looking, their cracked lips forming evil smiles, as if they knew my fate whereas I had no idea and was just being led along like a blind man.
'Ello, gentleman," I called and did a big sweeping bow, "The name's Terrence Gallagher, at yer service. Now where is Shadows?"
"Right here," a gruff voice said behind me and I closed my eyes for a second, took a step forward, and then turned around to stare Sean Shadows straight into his scarred face, one black eye milky and unseeing. I stared at the damage Jack had done all those years ago.
"Hello, Miss Gallagher," he said, smiling, showing his rotted teeth. I resisted the urge to grimace and flashed him a charming smile.
"Ah, Shadows. We meet at last. It's a pleasure to meet yeh."
"The pleasure's all mine, I'm sure. Cut out the damn manners. Even if yeh are polite to the likes of me, we won't be lettin' ye go anytime soon."
"And why am I so important to yeh and yer crew? I have done nothin' to offend yeh."
"Ye were aboard the Black Pearl, aye?"
"Yes.......but........"
"Sailin' under the command of Captain Jack Sparrow is enough of a crime."
"See, Shadows," I began, "That is where yeh are wrong. Sparrow is a fair man and a bloody good pirate. Yeh are none of these things."
Shadows let out an animalistic growl and raised his hand, smacking me across the face so hard I fell to the ground. I held the side of my hand to my cheek and scowled at him.
"I'd hold my tongue, lassie, if I were yeh," Shadows warned.
I sat up and asked, "Where is Jack and Will?"
"Ah," Shadows said, obviously pleased with himself, "So that IS the son of Bootstrap Bill. He is the spittin' image of him."
"Where are they?" I said angrily.
Shadows replied with a twisted smile, "Will is locked up at the moment. Jack is getting what he deserves."
"A short drop and a sudden stop?" I whispered with fear, my dream coming back to haunt me.
"No!" Shadows laughed, "Where would the fun be in that if we killed 'im off right away?"
"Take me to him," I ordered shakily.
Shadows studied me for a moment, his black eye finally meeting my gray ones. The wild look in my own caused his to shimmer with amusement. "Has Sparrow found himself a strumpet?"
"I am no one's strumpet," I said softly.
"Ah, tis a shame, that is. Sparrow could never keep his pants up."
The crew laughed at his remark and I felt murderous.
"Don't look so angry, Terrence. It is but the truth, aye? Different women in every port. It's a wonder yeh even put up with 'im and his loose ways."
"Why should that bother me, Shadows?" I asked, "What Sparrow does in his free time is none of me business."
Shadows examined my face and my reaction, and then leaned in close to me. "Yeh would like to make it yer business, lass. That disgustin' look in yer eyes every time I mention the whelp's name is enough to make me want to heave."
"Well I'm glad I could be some amusement to yeh, Shadows," I snarled.
"Men!" Shadows called, "Bring Sparrow! NOW!"
Three men rushed below deck and the bloke that had unlocked me from my cell was back, and he held my arms behind my back so tightly I could barely move an inch.
"Hey, give me some personal space," I said, trying to make myself feel better because frankly, I was scared to death to see what they had planned for the three of us. I didn't want Will and Jack hurt. Suddenly I had an idea. An idea only a captain could pull off.
I heard some grunts and snarls from down below, and suddenly four men appeared. Two men had Sparrow by the arms, and he was lashing around wildly. He had a black eye and a split lip. His clothes were tattered, and his hair was matted and wild, his bandanna gone. He was barefoot as he made his way across the deck. He was cursing wildly at them.
"Get off 'a me, dammit!" Sparrow spat, "And what about the rum yeh promised me? A man's gotta have a drink!" They threw him to the ground in front of me and Shadows. When he looked up and found me staring at him, his eyes widened.
"Gallagher! What are yeh doin' here, luv?"
"Oh, they just invited me over for a spot o' tea," I replied sarcastically and the huge pirate's grip on me tightened, my shirt sliding out of place and exposing my shoulder once more.
"Gallagher," Sparrow said and stood up, swaggering over to me and examining me, "Did they hurt yeh?"
I replied with a sigh, "I am all right. How about ye?"
"I............."
Shadows sighed loudly and said, "Are yeh quite done?"
"Hold yer horses, Shadows," I growled and stared at his face. His one eye stared at me devilishly and then cut to Jack.
"Jack, the lass has quite the sharp tongue, doesn't she?"
"Aye, the sharpest of the Caribbean," Sparrow said and grinned at me. I, on the other hand, scowled, for I did not like to be talked about like I wasn't even there.
"Have yeh made her one of yer loose women, Sparrow?" Shadows asked, one eyebrow raised.
I opened my mouth to curse at him but the pirate holding me shook me a little to get me to keep quiet.
"Why ask these questions, Shadows?" Jack said, "For this is just takin' away some time ye could be using to torture me."
"I just find it oddly amusing that a woman would actually want to give her heart to a bastard like yerself."
I opened my mouth and then shut it, turning scarlet. Shadows grinned, loving the way he was making me squirm as he scrutinized me.
Sparrow stared me in the eyes and looked a bit bewildered, but regained his composure and said, "Gentlemen, let Gallagher and Will go. It is me yeh want."
"Yeh care about the two, Sparrow. It would be quite fun to watch the look on yer face as the two are tortured right in front of yer very eyes."
Jack looked as angry as hell, and suddenly lunged himself at Shadows. The crew wasn't expecting it, so Jack already had punched Shadows multiple times in the face by the time the crew could yank him off.
Shadows touched his bloody nose and cried, "Give 'em twenty lashes! Don't go easy on the bastard!"
They ripped open the back of his shirt and Jack hung there, looking defeated.
"Yeh can't do this!" I cried and struggled to escape from their grasps.
"I can, lassie. Just watch and see," Shadows said and they got out the cat o nine tails.
"I've changed me mind," Shadows said evilly, "Give 'im thirty."
The cat o nine tails gleamed in the sun as they were raised high in the air.
"WAIT!" I shouted, "SHADOWS! I have a preposition for yeh!"
"Hold it, men," Shadows sighed and turned to me, "What do yeh want now, Gallagher?"
"I can make a deal with ye."
"And what would ye want from me?"
"Let the Black Pearl go, as well as Jack and Will. I never want to see ye near Port Royale or within a mile's range of their ship again."
"And what would be the exchange?" Shadows asked, clearly amused at my sudden act of desperation.
"Me."
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Uh oh. Terrence Gallagher is going to trade herself for the crew? Will Shadows accept her offer? You are just going to have to wait and see, mates! Ye know, I'm still sharin' the bottle with all of ye. So be really bad eggs! Pillage and plunder!
Until next time,
PineAppleLint
All righty. I am so happy when I get these reviews. Let me just say I stared at the screen in open mouthed shock when I read that some of you liked this as your fave pirate story. I'm glad you think so! (Pulls everyone into a big group hug) And I've gotten various death threats, and I'm sorry I risked my life for not updating so soon. Loony- who you calling a dying illiterate cow? Haha Avast, ye! Well let's see..............I have some news as well.
-After I complete this story (which isn't done yet. Still have many chappies to go!) I already have some new story ideas. Don't worry, mates! It shall still portray a strong female character challenging the likes of Sparrow, but let's just say there is going to be interesting new.........situations. Hee, sounds ominous, doesn't it? I hope it shall be as successful as this one has been.
Now where did we leave off? Ah, yes. On the forbidden island, Will, Jack, and Gallagher have realized that the treasure is gone. While Gallagher is checking out the situation, Jack and Will disappear. Shortly after, Gallagher gets knocked out! Sorry for the cliffhanger. I know how you hate those. ;) Well here we go, mates! Enjoy!
I feel a change in the wind, says I.
-PineAppleLint-
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My tan feet were scrunched in the warm, flawless white sand, my toes digging into it contently. The salty sea wind caressed my face and my black, unruly, curly locks danced in the breeze. My cheekbones flexed as I bit the inside of my cheek as a nervous habit, and my gray eyes scanned the abandoned beach. The palm trees fluttered and the clear blue waves crashed gently onto the shore.
A paradise, I thought, a beautiful island all to myself. But the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Something wasn't right. Where was everyone else? Jack? The crew? Had they left me behind? The Black Pearl was not found on the horizon, for the ocean was just as abandoned as the island. That is, until I heard an unearthly howl.
I crossed my arms, my fingernails forming small crescent moons in my skin. I began to walk down the shoreline, trudging across the sand dunes, watching a small crab scuttle to the water, raising its claws menacingly up at me. I glanced up as I came to a large palm tree, its palms gray and dead-like, the large trunk twisted like a broken bone. That was not what intrigued me. What intrigued me was what was hanging from the sickly palm.
It was a skeleton. By the tattered worn clothes and effects, it looked old, and it had clearly been a pirate. A small wooden board swung near the noose, and it said, "Pirates, Ye Be Warned." The skeleton rattled, the yellow mangy faded bones clinking together as a strong gust of wind picked up. The sky was dark, almost black from an oncoming storm. I looked at the skeleton once more but it was no longer just bones. It was a dead man, hanging there. But it wasn't just any man. It was Jack Sparrow.
He was even wearing his triangular hat as his boots swung in the air, his coat flapping in the wind, his slack fingers hanging loosely at his sides. His beautiful brown eyes were glazed over, unseeing, his mouth set in a firm line. I didn't scream. I didn't wail. A single crimson tear slid down my cheek as I watched my dead beloved hang from his noose in a form of silent dignity, in unearthly pride.
I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, it was a skeleton once more. ***********
Gruff, male voices filled my head and I wondered if I was going mad. I groaned, my skull throbbing like hell, and my eyes slowly opened as I stretched my sore limbs on the hard floor. I had been dreaming, the details of my nightmare whirling around in my mind. But I shouldn't be worrying about stupid, unrealistic dreams. Where was I?
It all came back to me. The treasure...........took Will and Jack............knocked unconscious. By whom?
Shadows. He had to be there somewhere. I suddenly grew frantic as I sat up in my dank cell, the floor littered with bones and rats scurried about, looking up at me with their red demonic eyes. There were no windows, and I didn't know what time of day it was. The small flicker of a candle outside of the cell was the only source of light. I was alone, and felt the loneliness to the depths of my soul. I stood, my fingers grabbing a hold of the bars, and I grunted as I tried to break them. Was I too late? Was I the last one alive of the Black Pearl? I desperately wanted to hear Jack's voice, his low laughter, to see his idiotic grin. I had to get out.
"'EY!" I shouted, "I'm awake! Now if yeh would be so kind as to turn me loose, it would be much appreciated!"
A door opened and I heard big footsteps, the thud, thud, thud as someone made their way down the stairs. I caught sight of a huge, tall man, his skin like the darkest of chocolate, his eyes narrowed with distaste as he stared at me. Our eyes met and held. He was shirtless, his muscles gleaming in the light, all that strength was enough to make me a little nervous. But I didn't show it.
"Ah, Terrence Gallagher. I thought I would never live to see the day when we finally caught the infamous captain and locked her up in one of our cells."
"Happy to help yeh accomplish one of yer goals in life, mate," I replied, "But looking at the situation, yeh aren't treatin' me with the respect an' hospitality a captain deserves."
"Yeh are no captain, Gallagher," he answered with a low chuckle, "Yeh have no ship or crew. Yeh are useless."
"I like to look at the mug as half full," I said with a sarcastic smile, "Now let me talk to Shadows."
"I was supposed to take yeh to see him when yeh woke up."
"Well, I am bloody awake now! So why don't yeh move yer arse and get me out of here?"
"Yeh forget yer place, Gallagher," the pirate growled, "If the captain hadn't ordered us to keep yeh alive, I would be slittin' yer throat right now."
"How sweet."
The man grumbled as he grabbed the keys from his belt and shoved one of them into the lock, and with a loud clang, opened the door. Right as I stepped out, he grabbed me by the hair, one huge hand fisting itself in my curls and he yanked me close to him.
"If yeh try to escape, we will not hesitate to teach yeh a lesson or two about disobeying orders."
I wiggled my foot around in my boot a little, trying to find the place of my dagger, but it wasn't there. Damn them to blazes, they had taken all of my effects.
"If yeh would be so kind as to give me back my effects, I will not cause ye any trouble," I said and grunted as he pulled at my hair harder.
"No trouble, eh? Givin' Gallagher a sharp knife is not what I would expect to be no trouble."
"Ah.............." I murmured, grinning, "I guess yer right. Take me to Shadows."
He grabbed my arm, still keeping one hand in my hair, and pulled me roughly up the stairs, ripping my white shirt and exposing one tanned shoulder.
"Hey! Easy on the goods!" I winced, my head still throbbing from being hit there.
"Shut up, Gallagher."
I desperately wanted to say something and annoy the hell out of him, but what good would I be to Jack and Will if I were dead? I set my mouth in a tight firm line, saying no more as he led me above deck.
The ship itself had seen better days. The wood was cracked and clearly worn. The white sails had turned a gray color and hung tattered. The ropes were frayed.
The crew stopped bustling about and ceased working when I was led out from below and on deck. They were old and grisly looking, their cracked lips forming evil smiles, as if they knew my fate whereas I had no idea and was just being led along like a blind man.
'Ello, gentleman," I called and did a big sweeping bow, "The name's Terrence Gallagher, at yer service. Now where is Shadows?"
"Right here," a gruff voice said behind me and I closed my eyes for a second, took a step forward, and then turned around to stare Sean Shadows straight into his scarred face, one black eye milky and unseeing. I stared at the damage Jack had done all those years ago.
"Hello, Miss Gallagher," he said, smiling, showing his rotted teeth. I resisted the urge to grimace and flashed him a charming smile.
"Ah, Shadows. We meet at last. It's a pleasure to meet yeh."
"The pleasure's all mine, I'm sure. Cut out the damn manners. Even if yeh are polite to the likes of me, we won't be lettin' ye go anytime soon."
"And why am I so important to yeh and yer crew? I have done nothin' to offend yeh."
"Ye were aboard the Black Pearl, aye?"
"Yes.......but........"
"Sailin' under the command of Captain Jack Sparrow is enough of a crime."
"See, Shadows," I began, "That is where yeh are wrong. Sparrow is a fair man and a bloody good pirate. Yeh are none of these things."
Shadows let out an animalistic growl and raised his hand, smacking me across the face so hard I fell to the ground. I held the side of my hand to my cheek and scowled at him.
"I'd hold my tongue, lassie, if I were yeh," Shadows warned.
I sat up and asked, "Where is Jack and Will?"
"Ah," Shadows said, obviously pleased with himself, "So that IS the son of Bootstrap Bill. He is the spittin' image of him."
"Where are they?" I said angrily.
Shadows replied with a twisted smile, "Will is locked up at the moment. Jack is getting what he deserves."
"A short drop and a sudden stop?" I whispered with fear, my dream coming back to haunt me.
"No!" Shadows laughed, "Where would the fun be in that if we killed 'im off right away?"
"Take me to him," I ordered shakily.
Shadows studied me for a moment, his black eye finally meeting my gray ones. The wild look in my own caused his to shimmer with amusement. "Has Sparrow found himself a strumpet?"
"I am no one's strumpet," I said softly.
"Ah, tis a shame, that is. Sparrow could never keep his pants up."
The crew laughed at his remark and I felt murderous.
"Don't look so angry, Terrence. It is but the truth, aye? Different women in every port. It's a wonder yeh even put up with 'im and his loose ways."
"Why should that bother me, Shadows?" I asked, "What Sparrow does in his free time is none of me business."
Shadows examined my face and my reaction, and then leaned in close to me. "Yeh would like to make it yer business, lass. That disgustin' look in yer eyes every time I mention the whelp's name is enough to make me want to heave."
"Well I'm glad I could be some amusement to yeh, Shadows," I snarled.
"Men!" Shadows called, "Bring Sparrow! NOW!"
Three men rushed below deck and the bloke that had unlocked me from my cell was back, and he held my arms behind my back so tightly I could barely move an inch.
"Hey, give me some personal space," I said, trying to make myself feel better because frankly, I was scared to death to see what they had planned for the three of us. I didn't want Will and Jack hurt. Suddenly I had an idea. An idea only a captain could pull off.
I heard some grunts and snarls from down below, and suddenly four men appeared. Two men had Sparrow by the arms, and he was lashing around wildly. He had a black eye and a split lip. His clothes were tattered, and his hair was matted and wild, his bandanna gone. He was barefoot as he made his way across the deck. He was cursing wildly at them.
"Get off 'a me, dammit!" Sparrow spat, "And what about the rum yeh promised me? A man's gotta have a drink!" They threw him to the ground in front of me and Shadows. When he looked up and found me staring at him, his eyes widened.
"Gallagher! What are yeh doin' here, luv?"
"Oh, they just invited me over for a spot o' tea," I replied sarcastically and the huge pirate's grip on me tightened, my shirt sliding out of place and exposing my shoulder once more.
"Gallagher," Sparrow said and stood up, swaggering over to me and examining me, "Did they hurt yeh?"
I replied with a sigh, "I am all right. How about ye?"
"I............."
Shadows sighed loudly and said, "Are yeh quite done?"
"Hold yer horses, Shadows," I growled and stared at his face. His one eye stared at me devilishly and then cut to Jack.
"Jack, the lass has quite the sharp tongue, doesn't she?"
"Aye, the sharpest of the Caribbean," Sparrow said and grinned at me. I, on the other hand, scowled, for I did not like to be talked about like I wasn't even there.
"Have yeh made her one of yer loose women, Sparrow?" Shadows asked, one eyebrow raised.
I opened my mouth to curse at him but the pirate holding me shook me a little to get me to keep quiet.
"Why ask these questions, Shadows?" Jack said, "For this is just takin' away some time ye could be using to torture me."
"I just find it oddly amusing that a woman would actually want to give her heart to a bastard like yerself."
I opened my mouth and then shut it, turning scarlet. Shadows grinned, loving the way he was making me squirm as he scrutinized me.
Sparrow stared me in the eyes and looked a bit bewildered, but regained his composure and said, "Gentlemen, let Gallagher and Will go. It is me yeh want."
"Yeh care about the two, Sparrow. It would be quite fun to watch the look on yer face as the two are tortured right in front of yer very eyes."
Jack looked as angry as hell, and suddenly lunged himself at Shadows. The crew wasn't expecting it, so Jack already had punched Shadows multiple times in the face by the time the crew could yank him off.
Shadows touched his bloody nose and cried, "Give 'em twenty lashes! Don't go easy on the bastard!"
They ripped open the back of his shirt and Jack hung there, looking defeated.
"Yeh can't do this!" I cried and struggled to escape from their grasps.
"I can, lassie. Just watch and see," Shadows said and they got out the cat o nine tails.
"I've changed me mind," Shadows said evilly, "Give 'im thirty."
The cat o nine tails gleamed in the sun as they were raised high in the air.
"WAIT!" I shouted, "SHADOWS! I have a preposition for yeh!"
"Hold it, men," Shadows sighed and turned to me, "What do yeh want now, Gallagher?"
"I can make a deal with ye."
"And what would ye want from me?"
"Let the Black Pearl go, as well as Jack and Will. I never want to see ye near Port Royale or within a mile's range of their ship again."
"And what would be the exchange?" Shadows asked, clearly amused at my sudden act of desperation.
"Me."
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Uh oh. Terrence Gallagher is going to trade herself for the crew? Will Shadows accept her offer? You are just going to have to wait and see, mates! Ye know, I'm still sharin' the bottle with all of ye. So be really bad eggs! Pillage and plunder!
Until next time,
PineAppleLint