A/N: Hey peeps! Thanks for waiting so long for me to
update; homework and crap, you
understand. Hope you like this chappie! :D
"All right, now hand over the rum and nobody gets hurt, savvy?" Jack threatened a
bartender, wiggling his sword towards a rack of assorted alcoholic beverages.
"Just the rum? Or everything?" the man asked quickly, eyeing the sword.
"Don't get smart with me," Jack said, jabbing his sword towards the guy, who flinched
and handed Jack three bottles. "More," Jack instructed. The man added a couple.
By the time Jack was yelling "Thank you!" back to the bartender, he had his sword in it's
sheath and his arms were full of a ridiculous amount of rum bottles. He dashed down the
street, his pockets heavy with gold.
"We're going back, mates!" Jack bellowed among the raucous. A native girl, who had
been running away from a pursuing pirate, nearly smacked right into Jack, stopping only
inches away from his heavy loot. "G'day, love." Jack grinned. The girl, instead of
giving what Jack would have hoped to be either a flattered or terrified performance,
looked behind him, pointed, and screamed.
"Another one!" she shrieked, and fainted. Jack turned around to see what she had been
pointing at, and inconveniently dropped all his rum. There in the harbor, was an
unfamiliar pirate ship aside his own; it was now retreating away from the island.
"Oh, no," Jack muttered, stepping carefully over the mess of broken glass. He squinted
towards his ship. "Back to the Pearl! Now!" he shouted to his crew, taking no time to
look around to see if they were following his orders. Jack ran to one of the rowboats and
viciously rowed it back to the Black Pearl. In no time at all, he was up the gangway and
charging across the deck for any sign of being messed with. Although he had hurried, the
enemy ship was then just a dot in the distance.
Jack spotted a piece of parchment on the ground, dove upon it, and began to read,
murmuring what it said, aloud. " 'We've taken the boy' - damn! - 'to the island of
Martinique, in a cave to the northeast corner from the route you're taking. Come alone
with bags containing gold in the exact amount of 20,000... francs?' " Jack paused in
mid-sentence to carefully look over what had been written to make sure he wasn't
mistaken. " 'If armed or followed by anyone, you will be killed on the spot and you will
never see your boy again. Kindest regards, Blackbeard.' " Jack whipped around and
called for his boy to make sure it wasn't just a game Jim was playing on him.
"Jim! Jim, if you're still here, answer me!" Jack shouted. Nobody responded. "What
kind of a joke is this?" he asked himself. "Alias Blackbeard, eh? I'll kill him," he
growled.
*
"Captain, you have to go find Jim!" Anamaria shouted at him. After the other crew
members returned to the Pearl, they all heard the news that Jim was missing. Now they
were debating over whether or not they'd go and fetch him back.
"Anamaria, love; I must do what's best for the crew," Jack said, shrugging.
"So you're just going to leave your son, then? That boy that looks up to you and follows
you everywhere! How long has he been here? Hasn't he ever made you the slightest bit
proud?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"Where am I going to come up with 20,000 francs worth of gold?" Jack shot back.
"You have twice that much onboard this ship," Anamaria said. "And you know it!"
"Hm," he responded.
"Are you saying that you'd rather have your money than Jim? Is treasure really that
important to you?" Anamaria scorned.
"It's worth that much to YOU!" Jack retorted.
"Jim's not MY kid," she snapped. "And that's why I never let any little children follow
me onboard; because that's exactly what happens! You have a problem in which the kid
comes between you and your gold. How are you going to fix it?"
"I'm not sure," Jack replied.
"Well, you should be," Anamaria growled. "Because the instant you took the kid aboard
the Pearl, you bound yourself to him; and now you have to get him back."
"Twenty-thousand-!"
"It doesn't matter!"
"I'm not going to give him the bloody-" Jack paused, mid-snapping eyes lighting up.
"-Money! That's it! I'll fill the idiot's bags full of stones and conceal my sword in one of
them! Can't be too bright; doesn't even know his pirates! Blackbeard... Franc...
Ridiculous." Anamaria rolled her eyes.
"Now you're talking," she said.
"I've decided after all," Jack announced, the crew starting to attention. "We're going to
Martinique!" He strode up the stairs to the deck, grabbing his gun on the way. "And I'm
not taking any chances," he muttered, slipping the pistol inside his jacket.
*
"Eat something, garcon," Andrea demanded, trying to coax the boy to have some dinner.
"Hmm-mmh!" Jim protested, his lips tightly shut stubbornly.
"Do I have to put the gag back on you?" Andrea threatened. Jim didn't reply. "Drink
something then, mon DIEU, you're annoying!"
"HMM-MMH!" Jim shook his head, furiously.
"I give up," Andrea sighed, throwing her hands up. "I cant work with him! Yukon, put
the gag back on him." She glared at the boy. "That was your only chance to eat, boy.
It's already after sunset! You must be starving. Now you'll have to wait until morning to
try again."
"HM!" Jim snorted. He lurched forward in his seat to try and bite off one of Yukon's
advancing fingers.
"Let him put the gag on you, espece garcon," Andrea ordered. This only made Jim
struggle harder. "What's wrong with you, kid? Don't you know we would have unbound
you hours ago if you had just cooperated with us? Admit you're captured, it's not that
bad," she said. "You'd be much worse off if captured by anyone else; say, those pesky
Navy ships... Or any other pirate ship." After a few more moments of hard glaring,
Andrea pushed aside the food and water.
Jim kept struggling until the gag was back on him, then he sat straight and unmoving,
staring with the utmost loathing at Andrea.
"Hey, kid, quit with the look," Blanche said. His face didn't change. "Don't get me
wrong, I'm a great person! I'm just a little desperate for money, is all!" The boy didn't
even blink. "All right, all right! Take the gag off."
"Do you really think that wise, Mademoiselle?" Yukon asked, skeptically.
"No, but what can I say; kids are my soft point." She grinned. "Especially cute, little
pirates!"
"And that's what I get for being a woman's first mate," Yukon grumbled.
"What was that?" she shot.
"Nothing," Yukon replied.
"Ungag the unhappy kid," Blanche ordered. Yukon snatched the piece of cloth from
around Jim's mouth.
"Let's have a conversation, shall we?" Andrea suggested, intertwining her fingers and
setting her elbows on the table in a gesture of truce.
"You're insane," Jim spat.
"Okay, that's it," Andrea said with a low tone of voice. "Gag the kid back up." She
abruptly stood and stalked away, leaving Yukon to cute, little unhappy Jim.
A/N: Heehee! Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! :D :D :D
understand. Hope you like this chappie! :D
"All right, now hand over the rum and nobody gets hurt, savvy?" Jack threatened a
bartender, wiggling his sword towards a rack of assorted alcoholic beverages.
"Just the rum? Or everything?" the man asked quickly, eyeing the sword.
"Don't get smart with me," Jack said, jabbing his sword towards the guy, who flinched
and handed Jack three bottles. "More," Jack instructed. The man added a couple.
By the time Jack was yelling "Thank you!" back to the bartender, he had his sword in it's
sheath and his arms were full of a ridiculous amount of rum bottles. He dashed down the
street, his pockets heavy with gold.
"We're going back, mates!" Jack bellowed among the raucous. A native girl, who had
been running away from a pursuing pirate, nearly smacked right into Jack, stopping only
inches away from his heavy loot. "G'day, love." Jack grinned. The girl, instead of
giving what Jack would have hoped to be either a flattered or terrified performance,
looked behind him, pointed, and screamed.
"Another one!" she shrieked, and fainted. Jack turned around to see what she had been
pointing at, and inconveniently dropped all his rum. There in the harbor, was an
unfamiliar pirate ship aside his own; it was now retreating away from the island.
"Oh, no," Jack muttered, stepping carefully over the mess of broken glass. He squinted
towards his ship. "Back to the Pearl! Now!" he shouted to his crew, taking no time to
look around to see if they were following his orders. Jack ran to one of the rowboats and
viciously rowed it back to the Black Pearl. In no time at all, he was up the gangway and
charging across the deck for any sign of being messed with. Although he had hurried, the
enemy ship was then just a dot in the distance.
Jack spotted a piece of parchment on the ground, dove upon it, and began to read,
murmuring what it said, aloud. " 'We've taken the boy' - damn! - 'to the island of
Martinique, in a cave to the northeast corner from the route you're taking. Come alone
with bags containing gold in the exact amount of 20,000... francs?' " Jack paused in
mid-sentence to carefully look over what had been written to make sure he wasn't
mistaken. " 'If armed or followed by anyone, you will be killed on the spot and you will
never see your boy again. Kindest regards, Blackbeard.' " Jack whipped around and
called for his boy to make sure it wasn't just a game Jim was playing on him.
"Jim! Jim, if you're still here, answer me!" Jack shouted. Nobody responded. "What
kind of a joke is this?" he asked himself. "Alias Blackbeard, eh? I'll kill him," he
growled.
*
"Captain, you have to go find Jim!" Anamaria shouted at him. After the other crew
members returned to the Pearl, they all heard the news that Jim was missing. Now they
were debating over whether or not they'd go and fetch him back.
"Anamaria, love; I must do what's best for the crew," Jack said, shrugging.
"So you're just going to leave your son, then? That boy that looks up to you and follows
you everywhere! How long has he been here? Hasn't he ever made you the slightest bit
proud?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"Where am I going to come up with 20,000 francs worth of gold?" Jack shot back.
"You have twice that much onboard this ship," Anamaria said. "And you know it!"
"Hm," he responded.
"Are you saying that you'd rather have your money than Jim? Is treasure really that
important to you?" Anamaria scorned.
"It's worth that much to YOU!" Jack retorted.
"Jim's not MY kid," she snapped. "And that's why I never let any little children follow
me onboard; because that's exactly what happens! You have a problem in which the kid
comes between you and your gold. How are you going to fix it?"
"I'm not sure," Jack replied.
"Well, you should be," Anamaria growled. "Because the instant you took the kid aboard
the Pearl, you bound yourself to him; and now you have to get him back."
"Twenty-thousand-!"
"It doesn't matter!"
"I'm not going to give him the bloody-" Jack paused, mid-snapping eyes lighting up.
"-Money! That's it! I'll fill the idiot's bags full of stones and conceal my sword in one of
them! Can't be too bright; doesn't even know his pirates! Blackbeard... Franc...
Ridiculous." Anamaria rolled her eyes.
"Now you're talking," she said.
"I've decided after all," Jack announced, the crew starting to attention. "We're going to
Martinique!" He strode up the stairs to the deck, grabbing his gun on the way. "And I'm
not taking any chances," he muttered, slipping the pistol inside his jacket.
*
"Eat something, garcon," Andrea demanded, trying to coax the boy to have some dinner.
"Hmm-mmh!" Jim protested, his lips tightly shut stubbornly.
"Do I have to put the gag back on you?" Andrea threatened. Jim didn't reply. "Drink
something then, mon DIEU, you're annoying!"
"HMM-MMH!" Jim shook his head, furiously.
"I give up," Andrea sighed, throwing her hands up. "I cant work with him! Yukon, put
the gag back on him." She glared at the boy. "That was your only chance to eat, boy.
It's already after sunset! You must be starving. Now you'll have to wait until morning to
try again."
"HM!" Jim snorted. He lurched forward in his seat to try and bite off one of Yukon's
advancing fingers.
"Let him put the gag on you, espece garcon," Andrea ordered. This only made Jim
struggle harder. "What's wrong with you, kid? Don't you know we would have unbound
you hours ago if you had just cooperated with us? Admit you're captured, it's not that
bad," she said. "You'd be much worse off if captured by anyone else; say, those pesky
Navy ships... Or any other pirate ship." After a few more moments of hard glaring,
Andrea pushed aside the food and water.
Jim kept struggling until the gag was back on him, then he sat straight and unmoving,
staring with the utmost loathing at Andrea.
"Hey, kid, quit with the look," Blanche said. His face didn't change. "Don't get me
wrong, I'm a great person! I'm just a little desperate for money, is all!" The boy didn't
even blink. "All right, all right! Take the gag off."
"Do you really think that wise, Mademoiselle?" Yukon asked, skeptically.
"No, but what can I say; kids are my soft point." She grinned. "Especially cute, little
pirates!"
"And that's what I get for being a woman's first mate," Yukon grumbled.
"What was that?" she shot.
"Nothing," Yukon replied.
"Ungag the unhappy kid," Blanche ordered. Yukon snatched the piece of cloth from
around Jim's mouth.
"Let's have a conversation, shall we?" Andrea suggested, intertwining her fingers and
setting her elbows on the table in a gesture of truce.
"You're insane," Jim spat.
"Okay, that's it," Andrea said with a low tone of voice. "Gag the kid back up." She
abruptly stood and stalked away, leaving Yukon to cute, little unhappy Jim.
A/N: Heehee! Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! :D :D :D