Author: Syphonus
Title: Truth be Told
E-mail: bakurasknife@yahoo.com
Claimer: Rosanna Marie "Deadly Ro" Williams/ Rosanna Marie "Deadly Ro" James (take your pick - same person, different names) is my own creation.
Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own Captian Jack Sparrow or any other character and whatever else from Pirates of the Carribean. Ooh, owning Jack, hmm, that's an idea...

CJS: *bangbangbang* Lemme outta here, or ye'll be kissin' the gunner's daughter, you scurvy dog!

S: Oops, how did he get in there? Why, Captain Jack Sparrow, you're not supposed to be locked in my closet shirtless and blindfolded... ^.^;;;;; Nothin' to see here! On with the chapter!


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"'You get to swab the decks'," Ro mocked, "I'll show ye swabbin' the decks, Captain Jack Sparrow! I'll swab yer deck! An' I 'ave Mr. Mop an' Mr. Bucket to help me!"

Ro smiled at the thought of her Captain running around with a bucket on his head, being beaten with a mop instead of a cat o' nine tails. She carried the mop and bucket up to the top deck, where she dumped the water out into the ocean. She spotted Jack at the helm of the ship. Suddenly, Ro had a wicked idea. She snuck up quietly until she was no more than 10 feet away from Jack, and she threw the bucket at him, hitting him on his upper back.

Jack spun around, drawing his pistol. It took him a second to realize that it was Ro who had hit him. He tried to decide whether to shoot her on the spot, or let her live. After a few moments of looking from the pistol, to Ro, and to the pistol again, he made his decision.

"Gah!" he cried, putting his pistol away, "What was that for!"

Ro shrugged. "I'm done."

He strode closer to her, until he was less than a foot away from her. "Yer... done? It's been but an hour."

Ro tilted her head to the side, smirking. "What can I say? I work fast."

"You went on th' account, love, an' that means yer to respect yer captain. Yer petty games aren't appreciated," he said, walking away from her. He spun back around to face her one last time. "You'll be sore tomorrow."

Ro rolled her eyes, heading down to her quarters. As soon as she was gone, Jack returned to the helm of the ship.

"Bloody bilge-sucking swab," he muttered under his breath.




A few hours later, after sundown, Ro returned to the top deck. She couldn't sleep because the pirates were causing such a racket. Ro spotted them on the quarterdeck, sitting around laughing, bottles of rum in their hands. She inched closer, trying to geet a look at what they were doing. Unfortunatly, Jack spotted her before she had even the slightest clue of what they were doing.

"'Me Bonny Ro, come join th' fun!" he drawled.

"Someone like 'er wouldn't be int'rested in drinkin' games, cap'n," Anamaria informed him.

Ro walked over to where they all sat, and she raised her eyebrows, smirking. She grabbed Jack's bottle of rum - half full, and chugged it. Once not a drop of grog was left, she tossed the bottle to Anamaria. "Count me in."

"I don't appreciate you takin' me rum," Jack stated. Ro shrugged.

Mr. Gibbs tossed Jack a full bottle of rum, then tossed one to Ro, as well. Ro smiled, taking a drink of the rum.

"I beleive this calls for a shanty," Ro began, "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me!"

"I love this song!" Jack shouted, flailing his arms about, "We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, an' loot, drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!"

"We kidnap an' ravage an' don' give a 'oot, drink up, me hearties, yo ho!" Mr. Gibbs added.

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!" all the crew members chorused.

Jack stood up, and pulled Ro to his feet with him. They twirled around and around, dancing circles around the other handsmen, shouting the shanty at the top of their lungs. They and they others drank their rum without haste, still singing. Although Jack and Ro danced and danced, they others remainded seated, some of them were passed out, others laying down, chugging their grog. But the majority of them were singing, no less.

"We're devils an' black sheep an' really bad eggs, drink up, me 'earties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me! We're beggars and bligh'ers, ne'er-do-well cads, drink up, me 'earties, yo ho! Aye, but we're loved by our mommies an' dads, drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!" they sang, the song coming to an end. Ro and Jack sat down, Ro chugging her rum, laying back while doing so.

"Aye, me bonny lass, I beleive ye've 'ad enough t' drink," Jack stated, starting to take Ro's bottle of rum away from her.

"Don' 'ake me grog!" Ro protested, clutching the bottle of rum to her chest. "It's mine, ye 'ear? Mine! Get yer own rum!" She chugged the rum, laughing as she did so.

"An' the', 'e sai', 'Yer th' bes' swabber I've e'er seen!' Bu' I sai', 'Dea' men 'ell no 'ales,' an' the' I 'icked Mis'er Bucke' off th' deck, straigh' t' Davy Jones' locker!" Ro proclaimed, as if she had been telling a tale for hours. Then she burst out laughing, as if it were the funniest thing she had ever heard. She began chugging the nonexistant rum in her bottle, seeing as to she had already drank it all.

"Yer bottle's empty," Jack said.

"No, i' isn', don' try an' trick me!" Ro scolded.

Jack sighed. "Deadly Ro James, I 'ave a surprise for you."

"A sur'rise? I love sur'rises," she paused, climbing on top of Jack's back, "Is i' more rum?"

"Ye'll see," he said, standing up. He took Ro, who was still clutched to his back and trying to drink out of an empty bottle of rum, down to her quarters. He opened her door, setting her down on the ground.

"See that there cove?" he pointed at her bed, "There's treasure buried in there. I'm counting on you to get."

"Ooh, treasure!" she exclaimed, dropping the empty bottle and jumping onto the bed. She clawed at it, as if she were digging. "I foun' i', I foun' i', I -" Ro didn't get to finish her sentence, because she has passed out on the spot. Jack pulled her blankets over her, heading up to his own quarters.


A/N: Alright, so this chapter isn't as long as the first one, but I figured this would be a good place to stop for now. Alrightio?