Okay, guess what... It's the last chapter! This turned out to be a long story, but now it's come to an end, and I hope everybody's pleased... If not, I'll just have to continue the bloody story! (Which I have done...! It's called "Pirates Of The Caribbean: The Goldee Children"... If you liked this one, check it out too!)
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THE FINAL CONFRONTATION AND GOLDEE CLOSER
The duke grinned at me, then at Jack. "I should have suspected two of such bad heritage would join together," he said. Behind him came two more men, both dressed in the familiar outfit the Tinys wore. I quickly spotted that one of them was Hermann Hearst.
"You never manage to surprise me, Sparrow," Watson smiled.
"I don't intend to, actually," Jack commented.
"Now then, Sally," the duke said, smiling at me with a raised pistol. "Where have you been hiding George Goldee? Where is he?"
I slowly pointed towards my father's dead body on the ground.
For time duke, time seemed to stop for a second or so. Then he burst out in rage and madness. "Are you insane, girl?!" he cried, waving his arms frantically, partly at father's body and partly at me. "Have you killed him?! He has clearly been shot, has he not! This is insanity! And I shall have none of it," he threatened, poiting a finger towards me. "None at all! You carry this dead beast's name, and so therefore you must also carry his secrets. What are they? Where is his child!"
Jack couldn't help giggling, and I had to give him a harsh stare to make him shut up. I didn't want him revealing anything more than neccesary.
"I don't know," I answered the duke angrily. "I don't know where the child is. George would never tell me anything about it. So you might as well give up."
"No chance in hell," the duke whispered, shivering with anger. Then it seemed as though an idea struck him, because he suddenly threw away his pistol and fell to his knees over my father's body, searching frantically through his clothes. Then it hit me: Obviously he was looking for some evidence or clue as to where my brother Esteban could be. It seemed to be all that occupied his mind.
"Search this cave!" he beamed to his two friends, Hearst and the other Tiny. They quickly obeyed orders, and started looking through all of daddy's belongings.
I realized there and then that it was my once chance of revenge. Obviously the three Tinys thought they had Jack and me under control, and they were too eager now that they'd found George Goldee - even if he was dead - to put off any of Jack's weapons. Before the pirate himself managed even to seem surprised, I had thrown myself at him and grabbed his pistol from it's socket. Within seconds I had it pointing at the duke.
For a few seconds, nobody but Jack noticed, and he said nothing. Then it all happened at once, and the duke and his fellow Tinys stood up realizing the tense situation.
"Stand still, Watson," I warned. "Or you might gain another hole in that body of yers."
"Do not act out of stupidity, Goldee," the duke said. "You cannot kill a member of the Law, they will hunt you down and avenge you."
"I feel I'm doin' the avenging," I replied. "For Lily."
The duke hesitated for a moment, looking curiously at me. "Who?" he finally said. Only to trigger even more anger that'd been building up inside me.
"My dear friend Lily," I said, "who you killed. I found her body."
Then I remembered something. What Hermann Hearst had done to me. And I decided, I wanted Watson to see it all. I wanted him to be afraid, and to die screaming and begging. I wanted to humilate him.
And so I started by showing him what I was capable of. Quickly, I turned the pistol towards Hearst, who froze immediately. "N-not me!" he beamed.
"I owe you," I smiled. Then I pulled the trigger, and without a warning Hermann Hearst fell to the ground. It felt good.
Of course, the last remaining Tiny reacted spontaneously to this. He leaped forward and was ready to pull his sword, but Jack took him by surprise and struck him down on the stone floor. As the Tiny went down into unconsciousness, Jack found it - apparently - a bit amusing to take the opportunity to use this man as a chair. He sat down on the Tiny, as if to observe the show.
I took care of Jack's pistol and pointed it back to Watson, who had through all this just been standing there, as if paralyzed. Clearly he was not so brave when he himself was in danger. That didn't surprise me.
I smiled at him. "I don't like you, Watson," I said, just for the fun of it. I wanted him to beg.
"I know," he simply replied, and gave me no pleasures what so ever. He was standing stiff cold, as if already dead but still in some way breathing, not begging for mercy or life. Maybe he believed in his heart that I would spare him if he acted bravely about it.
He was wrong.
"Give my best to Lily," I said to him, and fired the pistol again. It went straight through the duke's head, killing him on the spot.
"Wow," Jack said after a few seconds, standing up. "That was a lot of killings on one day, ey? What do you say we get the hell out of here?"
I looked at him.
Sure, he'd taken care of me, that was the first thought that leaped to my mind. He'd saved me, but only because he believed the secret to the Goldee family was a treasure, not a child who could very well end up being the heir to the British Throne. Nevertheless, Jack had taken care of me. I knew this.
Yet, looking at him at this point, I saw no pleasure or satisfaction. I saw insanity, and I felt disgusted. It had its reasons, and I knew them. Although I myself had asked for it, because I knew I wouldn't manage to do it myself, Jack had still killed my father. He was the one who'd killed the insane old man known as George Goldee, and there was nothing no one could do about it.
I know it sounds crazy, because after all, I'd killed more people in that cave than he had. But he'd killed my father, and I realized he'd been right to hesitate in doing it: I couldn't forgive him, even if I wanted to. He'd feared exactly this, that I'd never get over the fact that he shot daddy.
"Where will you go now?" I asked, not looking directly at him.
"Oh, I don't know," he smiled. "Back to my ship, I suppose. The Pearl's waitin' for me, love. Is there somewhere you wish me to drop you off?"
I hesitated, then replied: "No. No, I don't want to leave daddy. I want to stay."
"What, here?" Jack asked, laughing. "Now that's just stupid, Sal. The Tinys' ship is still at bay, and they're bound to go looking once their beloved chief doesn't return. You don't want them findin' ya here, darlin'."
"You're in bigger trouble than I am," I said. "I'll just hide in one of them sidetunnels or somethin', I'll be fine. But if they come here findin' all these dead Tinys, and seeing your ship down there, they'll be even more eager to get to ya."
"I can handle them," Jack smiled.
"Well, go off then," I said, still keeping my look focused on anything but him.
I didn't look up for another few seconds, and when I finally did, all I saw of him was his shadow heading through the cave's exit. And then he was gone.
* * *
A few months later, or maybe even years, Jack Sparrow found himself stopping at an island in the Caribbean called Isla Orchila, not too far away from Warren island, the very island where Jack and Sally had started their little escape from the Tinys.
Jack and his crew only stopped on Isla Orchila for supplies, and didn't intend to stay long. Nor did they. But Jack found, as always, an unstoppable need to drop by a pub before he went back to his Black Pearl. The desire for alcohol was inevitable.
He spent all the last hours of the day in this pub, and found himself as last so drunk he fell asleep by the counter. To him, it was all casual routine. There was no fear of meeting anybody Royal Navy or Tinys in this pub, that was for sure. He could relax. And so he did.
Jack awoke about seventeen hours later, his head still aching. He was no longer in the pub. No he found himself sleeping in a stable, sharing a booth with a rather small, smelly horse. Hay was everywhere, and he was more than a little annoyed when he got up and had a look around to see where on Earth he'd got to.
As he stood up, he spotted what had to be a stable boy a few booths down. "Hey!" he called. "Hey, stable boy!"
"Ya talkin' to me, sir?" the boy said, leaving the horse he was attending and approaching Jack. "Wha' can I do fer ya?"
"May I ask where the bloody hell I am?" Jack said, and as he asked, he felt there was something familiar about this boy...
"O', yer on Isla Orchila, sir, bu' I s'pose ya already know tha'," the boy grinned. "Yer in the stable of Mr. 'arry 'earst. 'e's the uncle of tha' member of the Law, ya know! Oh, what's 'is name again?"
"Hermann Hearst," Jack confirmed. "I've met him, actually."
"O', 'ave ya, now?" the stable boy grinned. "Seems like fun, bein' a member of the Law, don't ya think? Although I've gotta say, I've 'eard about some bad thin's happenin' to tha' 'ermann 'earst. They say 'e never returned 'ome!"
"Oh really?" Jack grinned, still swaying a bit, trying to deal with his headache, and trying to sort out his spinning mind. "Well they were right, weren't they. I've also 'eard he's dead."
"So i's true, then!" the boy laughed. "See, tha's why I'm 'appy I'm just 'ere tendin' the 'orses, ya know? I's a lot safer, I'll tell ya! What might yer profession be, sir?"
"I'm a sailor," Jack quickly replied.
"Ah, the ocean, ey?" said the boy. "Tha' too sounds like fun, but I 'aven't got the will. I think I'd get seasick if I was to go on one of 'em ships. No, stable's the place fer me, sir, tha's for sure! I'm tellin' ya, i's mighty fine workin' fer this 'earst lad, 'e pays fine!"
"Really?" Jack said. "He must be doing better than his nephew did then."
"No question there. This is a fine place to be workin', Mr. 'arry 'earst never took too strongly to bein' a Law member and stuff like tha', although 'e did actually get the offer once. An' tha's more than you can say for his nephew!" he laughed.
"Indeed," Jack smiled.
"Mind you, 'e's faithful enough though," the boy continued, "Mr. 'earst loves 'is 'orses, but 'e loves 'is country even more, an' 'e's loyal to the King. If 'e ever found somethin' the Law was after, 'e'd sure tell 'is nephew all about it. If 'is nephew is still alive, o' course!" he laughed.
He was about to open his mouth again, but then a voice down the stable cried out: "Hey boy! Boy! Esteban, get over 'ere, I need a 'and with this bloody stallion!"
"Comin'!" the boy cried back, and then turned quickly to Jack: "I've gotta go, sir, bu' it was mighty fine meetin' ya an' all, hope ya'll enjoy yer stay 'ere on Isla Orchila, ey?" And the he took off away in the stable and was gone.
Jack thought about it for a second, then realised that this stable boy had looked a lot like the man he'd shot back on Dustman island all that time back. It was a funny coincidence too, that this particular boy, who seemed brought up far away from anything called political conflict and in a safe and distant home, also should be named Esteban. But who would investigate such a thing? Who would ever know that this young boy, whose last name was probably something quite different from Goldee, could indeed be some sort of heir to a throne far, far away from the Caribbean?
And the fact that this boy was workin in the stable of Hermann Hearst's own uncle, put a pleased smile upon Jack's face as he strolled out of the stable and made his way back to the harbour and his beloved ship, the Black Pearl.
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THE FINAL CONFRONTATION AND GOLDEE CLOSER
The duke grinned at me, then at Jack. "I should have suspected two of such bad heritage would join together," he said. Behind him came two more men, both dressed in the familiar outfit the Tinys wore. I quickly spotted that one of them was Hermann Hearst.
"You never manage to surprise me, Sparrow," Watson smiled.
"I don't intend to, actually," Jack commented.
"Now then, Sally," the duke said, smiling at me with a raised pistol. "Where have you been hiding George Goldee? Where is he?"
I slowly pointed towards my father's dead body on the ground.
For time duke, time seemed to stop for a second or so. Then he burst out in rage and madness. "Are you insane, girl?!" he cried, waving his arms frantically, partly at father's body and partly at me. "Have you killed him?! He has clearly been shot, has he not! This is insanity! And I shall have none of it," he threatened, poiting a finger towards me. "None at all! You carry this dead beast's name, and so therefore you must also carry his secrets. What are they? Where is his child!"
Jack couldn't help giggling, and I had to give him a harsh stare to make him shut up. I didn't want him revealing anything more than neccesary.
"I don't know," I answered the duke angrily. "I don't know where the child is. George would never tell me anything about it. So you might as well give up."
"No chance in hell," the duke whispered, shivering with anger. Then it seemed as though an idea struck him, because he suddenly threw away his pistol and fell to his knees over my father's body, searching frantically through his clothes. Then it hit me: Obviously he was looking for some evidence or clue as to where my brother Esteban could be. It seemed to be all that occupied his mind.
"Search this cave!" he beamed to his two friends, Hearst and the other Tiny. They quickly obeyed orders, and started looking through all of daddy's belongings.
I realized there and then that it was my once chance of revenge. Obviously the three Tinys thought they had Jack and me under control, and they were too eager now that they'd found George Goldee - even if he was dead - to put off any of Jack's weapons. Before the pirate himself managed even to seem surprised, I had thrown myself at him and grabbed his pistol from it's socket. Within seconds I had it pointing at the duke.
For a few seconds, nobody but Jack noticed, and he said nothing. Then it all happened at once, and the duke and his fellow Tinys stood up realizing the tense situation.
"Stand still, Watson," I warned. "Or you might gain another hole in that body of yers."
"Do not act out of stupidity, Goldee," the duke said. "You cannot kill a member of the Law, they will hunt you down and avenge you."
"I feel I'm doin' the avenging," I replied. "For Lily."
The duke hesitated for a moment, looking curiously at me. "Who?" he finally said. Only to trigger even more anger that'd been building up inside me.
"My dear friend Lily," I said, "who you killed. I found her body."
Then I remembered something. What Hermann Hearst had done to me. And I decided, I wanted Watson to see it all. I wanted him to be afraid, and to die screaming and begging. I wanted to humilate him.
And so I started by showing him what I was capable of. Quickly, I turned the pistol towards Hearst, who froze immediately. "N-not me!" he beamed.
"I owe you," I smiled. Then I pulled the trigger, and without a warning Hermann Hearst fell to the ground. It felt good.
Of course, the last remaining Tiny reacted spontaneously to this. He leaped forward and was ready to pull his sword, but Jack took him by surprise and struck him down on the stone floor. As the Tiny went down into unconsciousness, Jack found it - apparently - a bit amusing to take the opportunity to use this man as a chair. He sat down on the Tiny, as if to observe the show.
I took care of Jack's pistol and pointed it back to Watson, who had through all this just been standing there, as if paralyzed. Clearly he was not so brave when he himself was in danger. That didn't surprise me.
I smiled at him. "I don't like you, Watson," I said, just for the fun of it. I wanted him to beg.
"I know," he simply replied, and gave me no pleasures what so ever. He was standing stiff cold, as if already dead but still in some way breathing, not begging for mercy or life. Maybe he believed in his heart that I would spare him if he acted bravely about it.
He was wrong.
"Give my best to Lily," I said to him, and fired the pistol again. It went straight through the duke's head, killing him on the spot.
"Wow," Jack said after a few seconds, standing up. "That was a lot of killings on one day, ey? What do you say we get the hell out of here?"
I looked at him.
Sure, he'd taken care of me, that was the first thought that leaped to my mind. He'd saved me, but only because he believed the secret to the Goldee family was a treasure, not a child who could very well end up being the heir to the British Throne. Nevertheless, Jack had taken care of me. I knew this.
Yet, looking at him at this point, I saw no pleasure or satisfaction. I saw insanity, and I felt disgusted. It had its reasons, and I knew them. Although I myself had asked for it, because I knew I wouldn't manage to do it myself, Jack had still killed my father. He was the one who'd killed the insane old man known as George Goldee, and there was nothing no one could do about it.
I know it sounds crazy, because after all, I'd killed more people in that cave than he had. But he'd killed my father, and I realized he'd been right to hesitate in doing it: I couldn't forgive him, even if I wanted to. He'd feared exactly this, that I'd never get over the fact that he shot daddy.
"Where will you go now?" I asked, not looking directly at him.
"Oh, I don't know," he smiled. "Back to my ship, I suppose. The Pearl's waitin' for me, love. Is there somewhere you wish me to drop you off?"
I hesitated, then replied: "No. No, I don't want to leave daddy. I want to stay."
"What, here?" Jack asked, laughing. "Now that's just stupid, Sal. The Tinys' ship is still at bay, and they're bound to go looking once their beloved chief doesn't return. You don't want them findin' ya here, darlin'."
"You're in bigger trouble than I am," I said. "I'll just hide in one of them sidetunnels or somethin', I'll be fine. But if they come here findin' all these dead Tinys, and seeing your ship down there, they'll be even more eager to get to ya."
"I can handle them," Jack smiled.
"Well, go off then," I said, still keeping my look focused on anything but him.
I didn't look up for another few seconds, and when I finally did, all I saw of him was his shadow heading through the cave's exit. And then he was gone.
* * *
A few months later, or maybe even years, Jack Sparrow found himself stopping at an island in the Caribbean called Isla Orchila, not too far away from Warren island, the very island where Jack and Sally had started their little escape from the Tinys.
Jack and his crew only stopped on Isla Orchila for supplies, and didn't intend to stay long. Nor did they. But Jack found, as always, an unstoppable need to drop by a pub before he went back to his Black Pearl. The desire for alcohol was inevitable.
He spent all the last hours of the day in this pub, and found himself as last so drunk he fell asleep by the counter. To him, it was all casual routine. There was no fear of meeting anybody Royal Navy or Tinys in this pub, that was for sure. He could relax. And so he did.
Jack awoke about seventeen hours later, his head still aching. He was no longer in the pub. No he found himself sleeping in a stable, sharing a booth with a rather small, smelly horse. Hay was everywhere, and he was more than a little annoyed when he got up and had a look around to see where on Earth he'd got to.
As he stood up, he spotted what had to be a stable boy a few booths down. "Hey!" he called. "Hey, stable boy!"
"Ya talkin' to me, sir?" the boy said, leaving the horse he was attending and approaching Jack. "Wha' can I do fer ya?"
"May I ask where the bloody hell I am?" Jack said, and as he asked, he felt there was something familiar about this boy...
"O', yer on Isla Orchila, sir, bu' I s'pose ya already know tha'," the boy grinned. "Yer in the stable of Mr. 'arry 'earst. 'e's the uncle of tha' member of the Law, ya know! Oh, what's 'is name again?"
"Hermann Hearst," Jack confirmed. "I've met him, actually."
"O', 'ave ya, now?" the stable boy grinned. "Seems like fun, bein' a member of the Law, don't ya think? Although I've gotta say, I've 'eard about some bad thin's happenin' to tha' 'ermann 'earst. They say 'e never returned 'ome!"
"Oh really?" Jack grinned, still swaying a bit, trying to deal with his headache, and trying to sort out his spinning mind. "Well they were right, weren't they. I've also 'eard he's dead."
"So i's true, then!" the boy laughed. "See, tha's why I'm 'appy I'm just 'ere tendin' the 'orses, ya know? I's a lot safer, I'll tell ya! What might yer profession be, sir?"
"I'm a sailor," Jack quickly replied.
"Ah, the ocean, ey?" said the boy. "Tha' too sounds like fun, but I 'aven't got the will. I think I'd get seasick if I was to go on one of 'em ships. No, stable's the place fer me, sir, tha's for sure! I'm tellin' ya, i's mighty fine workin' fer this 'earst lad, 'e pays fine!"
"Really?" Jack said. "He must be doing better than his nephew did then."
"No question there. This is a fine place to be workin', Mr. 'arry 'earst never took too strongly to bein' a Law member and stuff like tha', although 'e did actually get the offer once. An' tha's more than you can say for his nephew!" he laughed.
"Indeed," Jack smiled.
"Mind you, 'e's faithful enough though," the boy continued, "Mr. 'earst loves 'is 'orses, but 'e loves 'is country even more, an' 'e's loyal to the King. If 'e ever found somethin' the Law was after, 'e'd sure tell 'is nephew all about it. If 'is nephew is still alive, o' course!" he laughed.
He was about to open his mouth again, but then a voice down the stable cried out: "Hey boy! Boy! Esteban, get over 'ere, I need a 'and with this bloody stallion!"
"Comin'!" the boy cried back, and then turned quickly to Jack: "I've gotta go, sir, bu' it was mighty fine meetin' ya an' all, hope ya'll enjoy yer stay 'ere on Isla Orchila, ey?" And the he took off away in the stable and was gone.
Jack thought about it for a second, then realised that this stable boy had looked a lot like the man he'd shot back on Dustman island all that time back. It was a funny coincidence too, that this particular boy, who seemed brought up far away from anything called political conflict and in a safe and distant home, also should be named Esteban. But who would investigate such a thing? Who would ever know that this young boy, whose last name was probably something quite different from Goldee, could indeed be some sort of heir to a throne far, far away from the Caribbean?
And the fact that this boy was workin in the stable of Hermann Hearst's own uncle, put a pleased smile upon Jack's face as he strolled out of the stable and made his way back to the harbour and his beloved ship, the Black Pearl.