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"You crazy, Jack Sparrow!" Anamaria's voice rang over the deck as only a woman's could. The man at whom her remark was directed only glanced back at her and muttered, "That's Captain Sparrow. Captain! You wouldn't think that'd be so bloody difficult."
"Captain or no," Anamaria said angrily, "you crazy! Gibbs says you taking us back to that island for that gold! Is that true?" she demanded.
Now she had his full attention. He turned around quickly, gesturing for her to be quiet. "Anamaria, luv, could you keep it down about that? I'm trying to, ah-" he thought for a second. "trying to figure out how to break the news to the crew, right?"
"They won't support ye in this, Jack," Mr. Gibbs warned, having walked up behind Anamaria. "We've got ourselves enough from that treasure trove to live out the rest of our days in comfort an' style. Why do we need to go robbin' that merchant fleet?"
Jack sighed. "So, what would you have us do? Retire?" he snorted. "Not bloody likely!"
"But Jack," Gibbs pleaded. "Why go stealin' from the best-protected ships in the Caribbean? I've heard there'll be Navy along as well! It'd be death to any man who lived!"
"That's why we won't be alive for it," Jack said with a slight grin. "And as to why-well, the way I figure it, with the gold Barbossa and his crew so obligingly collected for us, we can well take care of ourselves and any children that come along. But," he added, grin growing wider, "our grandchildren deserve some kind of inheritance, too, savvy?"
"Aye," Gibbs said slowly. "Ye'll have a hard time convincin' the crew, though. Superstitious, the lot of 'em."
"So, you'll back me then?" Jack asked.
It was Gibbs' turn to sigh. "Aye, Jack," he said reluctantly. "I'd back ye if ye wanted to sail to the ends of the earth, ye old scalawag."
"Excellent," Jack said, looking back at his compass.
Anamaria scowled and started to storm off.
"Oh, by the way," the pirate captain said, all too casually. "I was thinking of keeping the best ships of the merchant fleet. I'll give them to members of the crew, promoting them, as it were, to captains. Only those who stay with me will have a chance at it, of course. What say you, Anamaria?"
She turned back, eyes hard and suspicious. "What kind of ships?"
"They're said," he told her, "to be some of the finest vessels at sea. Not so fine as the Pearl," he smiled, stroking the wheel lovingly with the hand that wasn't steering. "But then what ship is?"
"So I get a ship of my own," Anamaria shot at him. "Do you promise?"
"You don't trust me, then?" he asked, feigning hurt. "Wait, wait!" he added, warding her off with a hand as she seemed ready to fly at him. "Yes, luv, I promise," he said solemnly, one hand over his heart. "On my honor as a pirate and captain of the Pearl."
"You better," she replied threateningly. "If I don't get a ship, I'll save the Navy trouble and hang you myself!"
"I'd better make bloody well sure you get a ship, then, hadn't I?" Jack said.
Anamaria threw up her hands. "I still say you crazy! You and your gold!" She spat over the side before walking away.
"Ah, but gold's not the real treasure here, luv," Jack murmured to himself. "Not this time."
"Captain?" Gibbs asked. "What d'ye mean?"
"Oh, right, Gibbs," Jack said, remembering he was there. "Get on and do-uh-whatever you'd be doing now. The crew's getting curious, mate." Indeed, several crew members were pretending to be coiling rope or swabbing the deck, just so they could get close enough to hear.
Jack made shooing motions towards all of them, including his first mate. "Right, you dogs, get on with it! Work doesn't get done by itself!"
Gibbs frowned, and as he walked away could be heard muttering, "Real treasure, my boot. What is that merchant fleet carryin', rum?"
"You crazy, Jack Sparrow!" Anamaria's voice rang over the deck as only a woman's could. The man at whom her remark was directed only glanced back at her and muttered, "That's Captain Sparrow. Captain! You wouldn't think that'd be so bloody difficult."
"Captain or no," Anamaria said angrily, "you crazy! Gibbs says you taking us back to that island for that gold! Is that true?" she demanded.
Now she had his full attention. He turned around quickly, gesturing for her to be quiet. "Anamaria, luv, could you keep it down about that? I'm trying to, ah-" he thought for a second. "trying to figure out how to break the news to the crew, right?"
"They won't support ye in this, Jack," Mr. Gibbs warned, having walked up behind Anamaria. "We've got ourselves enough from that treasure trove to live out the rest of our days in comfort an' style. Why do we need to go robbin' that merchant fleet?"
Jack sighed. "So, what would you have us do? Retire?" he snorted. "Not bloody likely!"
"But Jack," Gibbs pleaded. "Why go stealin' from the best-protected ships in the Caribbean? I've heard there'll be Navy along as well! It'd be death to any man who lived!"
"That's why we won't be alive for it," Jack said with a slight grin. "And as to why-well, the way I figure it, with the gold Barbossa and his crew so obligingly collected for us, we can well take care of ourselves and any children that come along. But," he added, grin growing wider, "our grandchildren deserve some kind of inheritance, too, savvy?"
"Aye," Gibbs said slowly. "Ye'll have a hard time convincin' the crew, though. Superstitious, the lot of 'em."
"So, you'll back me then?" Jack asked.
It was Gibbs' turn to sigh. "Aye, Jack," he said reluctantly. "I'd back ye if ye wanted to sail to the ends of the earth, ye old scalawag."
"Excellent," Jack said, looking back at his compass.
Anamaria scowled and started to storm off.
"Oh, by the way," the pirate captain said, all too casually. "I was thinking of keeping the best ships of the merchant fleet. I'll give them to members of the crew, promoting them, as it were, to captains. Only those who stay with me will have a chance at it, of course. What say you, Anamaria?"
She turned back, eyes hard and suspicious. "What kind of ships?"
"They're said," he told her, "to be some of the finest vessels at sea. Not so fine as the Pearl," he smiled, stroking the wheel lovingly with the hand that wasn't steering. "But then what ship is?"
"So I get a ship of my own," Anamaria shot at him. "Do you promise?"
"You don't trust me, then?" he asked, feigning hurt. "Wait, wait!" he added, warding her off with a hand as she seemed ready to fly at him. "Yes, luv, I promise," he said solemnly, one hand over his heart. "On my honor as a pirate and captain of the Pearl."
"You better," she replied threateningly. "If I don't get a ship, I'll save the Navy trouble and hang you myself!"
"I'd better make bloody well sure you get a ship, then, hadn't I?" Jack said.
Anamaria threw up her hands. "I still say you crazy! You and your gold!" She spat over the side before walking away.
"Ah, but gold's not the real treasure here, luv," Jack murmured to himself. "Not this time."
"Captain?" Gibbs asked. "What d'ye mean?"
"Oh, right, Gibbs," Jack said, remembering he was there. "Get on and do-uh-whatever you'd be doing now. The crew's getting curious, mate." Indeed, several crew members were pretending to be coiling rope or swabbing the deck, just so they could get close enough to hear.
Jack made shooing motions towards all of them, including his first mate. "Right, you dogs, get on with it! Work doesn't get done by itself!"
Gibbs frowned, and as he walked away could be heard muttering, "Real treasure, my boot. What is that merchant fleet carryin', rum?"