Usual disclaimers. humph!
A short chapter, as I am not feeling that evil. yet! A little bit of Jack for my mate Jenny22611. although not much as not much is happening to him!
*** It was not until late that night, when all was dark, that the sack over Jack's head was removed and his hands untied. Jean Claude Lact had apparently not been joking that he would never see daylight again - the area surrounding the brig was lit only by a single small lantern. A bowl of greasy looking stew was handed to him through the bars by an ugly, squat man with a scar across his cheek.
"Eat!" he ordered as Jack carefully took the bowl. The claims of the French to be the best chefs in the world had somehow passed this ship by and he longed for Catherine's cooking. As soon as he had finished his hands were tied and the sack was replaced, the pistol aimed at his head ensuring his compliance.
***
"Captain?" Luc Narbonne frowned. "Captain? Why are we keeping Sparrow? Why not just kill him and be done with it?"
Jean Claude sighed. "Because I want him to suffer! We will never get that gold now - but we can make him pay! A miserable Sparrow makes me happy - and I intend to make him very miserable indeed!"
"But keeping him on the ship is dangerous! The Black Pearl is faster and out-guns us!"
"Ah, but we won't be keeping him onboard and the Black Pearl won't dare attack us if she ever wants to locate her Captain!" He sighed - sometimes his Quartermaster could be really dense.
"So what are we doing with him?"
"I'm going to leave him with my little brother."
"Not the."
Jean Claude Lact just smiled.
A short chapter, as I am not feeling that evil. yet! A little bit of Jack for my mate Jenny22611. although not much as not much is happening to him!
*** It was not until late that night, when all was dark, that the sack over Jack's head was removed and his hands untied. Jean Claude Lact had apparently not been joking that he would never see daylight again - the area surrounding the brig was lit only by a single small lantern. A bowl of greasy looking stew was handed to him through the bars by an ugly, squat man with a scar across his cheek.
"Eat!" he ordered as Jack carefully took the bowl. The claims of the French to be the best chefs in the world had somehow passed this ship by and he longed for Catherine's cooking. As soon as he had finished his hands were tied and the sack was replaced, the pistol aimed at his head ensuring his compliance.
***
"Captain?" Luc Narbonne frowned. "Captain? Why are we keeping Sparrow? Why not just kill him and be done with it?"
Jean Claude sighed. "Because I want him to suffer! We will never get that gold now - but we can make him pay! A miserable Sparrow makes me happy - and I intend to make him very miserable indeed!"
"But keeping him on the ship is dangerous! The Black Pearl is faster and out-guns us!"
"Ah, but we won't be keeping him onboard and the Black Pearl won't dare attack us if she ever wants to locate her Captain!" He sighed - sometimes his Quartermaster could be really dense.
"So what are we doing with him?"
"I'm going to leave him with my little brother."
"Not the."
Jean Claude Lact just smiled.