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Jack's laugh came after a short pause; it started out as a slight cough before he let loose and howled with great thundering spurts of sound. His shoulders shook violently, and tears were pouring down his face. But despite his outward facade of being amused and somewhat incredulous of Zoya's claim, inside he was thinking, wondering if there was even a slightest possibility that she could be telling the truth.
"Look. I never said ye had to believe me; remember ye asked as to who I was. Ye asked me," Zoya emphasized angrily. "Now, I don't have to subject myself to this drunken display of outrageousness-"
"This is outrageous for you?" Jack questioned, his mirth barely being contained, "Obviously ye can't be Bootstrap's daughter, one because ye ain't got his certain something. Ye know, that stability, ye crazy ,love. But don't be too hurt because ye've proven yerself a liar."
Zoya attempted to interject, to defend herself to this attack on her character, but Jack raised his hand to silence her. When she continued to try to speak, Jack clamped his palm down across her mouth to physically end the torrent of words that were threatening to spill over. His eyes darkened ominously as his mirth dissolved instantly, and he became the full, cold-blooded pirate that many men had cowered in fear of.
"Now listen, love," Jack's voice became frighteningly soft and silky, so much so that it was obvious that he was angry, and only restraining it, "There's another reason why ye can't possibly be who ye are claiming to be. Before ye protest, ye better listen, or better yet just admit ye've lied because me punishment for ye may be a little less. . . harsh."
Zoya's eyes narrowed and her brow arched, daring him to continue.
"I knew Bootstrap; good man he was- and he had a son, Will Turner. Will was his only child. How do I know this? Well I happen to be friends with Will, and he would have told me if he had a sister. So, what do ye have ta say now?" Jack leaned back, believing victory was his, ready to relish in her being entangled in a lie.
"Did it ever occur to ye, Sparrow," Zoya began in a scathing tone, "that maybe, just maybe, Bootstrap had another child other than me brother? Perhaps ye don't understand how children are made; perhaps ye need a quick summary. Allow me to recapitulate it for ye-" Zoya snidely said, her eyes glowing derisively, "First the man and the woman have a little romp and sometimes she gets pregnant. Then if they romp again, she might get pregnant again . . . ye see, that's how people get siblings! But don't worry overmuch; I won't laugh at ye for yer lack of knowledge about these matters. I mean, it is known far and wide that Sparrow couldn't please a wench if his precious ship depended on it. Ye do prefer men, don't ye?"
Jack listened to this all silently, while taking in all her subtle movements and gestures. She had spunk that was for sure; but that wasn't proof that she was Bootstraps daughter, Will's sister. Then it hit him, like a rock in the back of the head. Will . . . Zoya . . .
"So, if ye are who ye say, then why don't ye show any emotion when it comes to mentioning yer would be dearly beloved brother?" Jack smirked, once again believing he had her trapped, but like a cat, she managed to escape the trap.
"Will and I aren't exactly on speaking terms these days. If ye actually started to believe who I was, maybe I'd tell ye the little story that goes along with why I've come to detest my brother," Zoya said the last part with such distaste and scorn, that Jack looked at her with surprise. Either she was a damn good actress, or she really did hold a grudge against Will. That was hard to comprehend though since Will was too much of a pansy to get himself in any trouble- with anyone.
"I think I know what this is about, love," Jack began, deciding for once and all that she couldn't possibly be Will's sister, "and I must say, that while ye had me goin' at first, the covers have been removed, and I can se ye plot now. Yep, although I like a good conquest, I'm rather tired tonight from this conversation. So, what do ye say we go take a little romp of our own, and I'll show ye how much I don't like men."
Zoya's disgust was boiling up inside her, threatening to spill over,but she carefully kept her face a mask of cool indifference. "I think not, Sparrow-"
"Captain Jack Sparrow to ye, love,"
Ignoring him, she continued, this time her voice coming mellifluously, a drawling silk, "Sorry, love. I meant, Captain Jack Sparrow because I cannot resist ye manly charm-" Zoya's hand drew discreetly to her blade in her sleeve, but still purposely allowing Jack to see her do it.
Jack saw this, believing that she had thought he didn't notice. Quick as lightening his hand flew to her arm to thwart her attack, but he fell straight into her trap- with him distracted she had grabbed the nearest wooden barstool and with a swing, hit him in the back of the head. Immediately he slumped over and was still.
Jack's laugh came after a short pause; it started out as a slight cough before he let loose and howled with great thundering spurts of sound. His shoulders shook violently, and tears were pouring down his face. But despite his outward facade of being amused and somewhat incredulous of Zoya's claim, inside he was thinking, wondering if there was even a slightest possibility that she could be telling the truth.
"Look. I never said ye had to believe me; remember ye asked as to who I was. Ye asked me," Zoya emphasized angrily. "Now, I don't have to subject myself to this drunken display of outrageousness-"
"This is outrageous for you?" Jack questioned, his mirth barely being contained, "Obviously ye can't be Bootstrap's daughter, one because ye ain't got his certain something. Ye know, that stability, ye crazy ,love. But don't be too hurt because ye've proven yerself a liar."
Zoya attempted to interject, to defend herself to this attack on her character, but Jack raised his hand to silence her. When she continued to try to speak, Jack clamped his palm down across her mouth to physically end the torrent of words that were threatening to spill over. His eyes darkened ominously as his mirth dissolved instantly, and he became the full, cold-blooded pirate that many men had cowered in fear of.
"Now listen, love," Jack's voice became frighteningly soft and silky, so much so that it was obvious that he was angry, and only restraining it, "There's another reason why ye can't possibly be who ye are claiming to be. Before ye protest, ye better listen, or better yet just admit ye've lied because me punishment for ye may be a little less. . . harsh."
Zoya's eyes narrowed and her brow arched, daring him to continue.
"I knew Bootstrap; good man he was- and he had a son, Will Turner. Will was his only child. How do I know this? Well I happen to be friends with Will, and he would have told me if he had a sister. So, what do ye have ta say now?" Jack leaned back, believing victory was his, ready to relish in her being entangled in a lie.
"Did it ever occur to ye, Sparrow," Zoya began in a scathing tone, "that maybe, just maybe, Bootstrap had another child other than me brother? Perhaps ye don't understand how children are made; perhaps ye need a quick summary. Allow me to recapitulate it for ye-" Zoya snidely said, her eyes glowing derisively, "First the man and the woman have a little romp and sometimes she gets pregnant. Then if they romp again, she might get pregnant again . . . ye see, that's how people get siblings! But don't worry overmuch; I won't laugh at ye for yer lack of knowledge about these matters. I mean, it is known far and wide that Sparrow couldn't please a wench if his precious ship depended on it. Ye do prefer men, don't ye?"
Jack listened to this all silently, while taking in all her subtle movements and gestures. She had spunk that was for sure; but that wasn't proof that she was Bootstraps daughter, Will's sister. Then it hit him, like a rock in the back of the head. Will . . . Zoya . . .
"So, if ye are who ye say, then why don't ye show any emotion when it comes to mentioning yer would be dearly beloved brother?" Jack smirked, once again believing he had her trapped, but like a cat, she managed to escape the trap.
"Will and I aren't exactly on speaking terms these days. If ye actually started to believe who I was, maybe I'd tell ye the little story that goes along with why I've come to detest my brother," Zoya said the last part with such distaste and scorn, that Jack looked at her with surprise. Either she was a damn good actress, or she really did hold a grudge against Will. That was hard to comprehend though since Will was too much of a pansy to get himself in any trouble- with anyone.
"I think I know what this is about, love," Jack began, deciding for once and all that she couldn't possibly be Will's sister, "and I must say, that while ye had me goin' at first, the covers have been removed, and I can se ye plot now. Yep, although I like a good conquest, I'm rather tired tonight from this conversation. So, what do ye say we go take a little romp of our own, and I'll show ye how much I don't like men."
Zoya's disgust was boiling up inside her, threatening to spill over,but she carefully kept her face a mask of cool indifference. "I think not, Sparrow-"
"Captain Jack Sparrow to ye, love,"
Ignoring him, she continued, this time her voice coming mellifluously, a drawling silk, "Sorry, love. I meant, Captain Jack Sparrow because I cannot resist ye manly charm-" Zoya's hand drew discreetly to her blade in her sleeve, but still purposely allowing Jack to see her do it.
Jack saw this, believing that she had thought he didn't notice. Quick as lightening his hand flew to her arm to thwart her attack, but he fell straight into her trap- with him distracted she had grabbed the nearest wooden barstool and with a swing, hit him in the back of the head. Immediately he slumped over and was still.