"It's you!" Jack cried accusingly, a look of shock and disbelief on his
face as Will came up
behind him, lugging the sack.
"Yes, it's me," Andrea said casually, noting in amusement how Jack had reacted. "What's
he doing here? I said you come alone."
"You're that - that whore from Indonesia!" he continued, ignoring her question. Will
dropped the sack at his feet and glanced in Andrea's direction.
"That's not a very nice thing to say, Jack!" Will exclaimed. "Don't go stooping to her
level…"
"No, I'm being literal!" Jack said to Will. "She's a whore from Indonesia!"
"Correction: I am not a whore. I am thief who just happened to be a bit desperate for some
get away cash at the time," Andrea explained.
"Did she sleep with you?" Will asked Jack in a whisper.
"Yes she did!" Jack replied, defensively. There were collective gasps around the room as
Andrea beamed. "And then she robbed me while I was sleeping!" He turned back to the
lady pirate and said: "You stole all my money, my rum, my hair beads and a gold tooth!
How the deuce did you do that?"
"Did I disappoint you, Sparrow?" she asked, in turn ignoring his own question. "Oui, it was
very lucky of me to run into you while I was there. It was a frantic journey I was making,
but I did find some amusement that night… I guess we can both say it was full of… big…
surprises, wouldn't you agree?"
Jim gave a cough as if to say: "I'm still here; let's not change the subject."
"And you stole my kid," Jack added. "What are you, some kind of kleptomaniac?"
"Je suis," she admitted, innocently. "Now, down to business," she said more sternly. "Give
us the money and you may leave with your kid."
"Give us Jim first, then we'll give you your money," Jack said, suspiciously.
"Yukon!" Andrea shouted. He pointed his gun to the boy's head. "You were saying?"
In a flash, Jack had his pistol out, less than an inch away from Andrea's face, pointed right
between her eyes.
"I was saying," he replied, "that you will give me my boy first, savvy?"
Andrea stared calmly down the barrel of the gun, then flicked her eyes back to Jack.
"Interesting way of negotiation, Sparrow, but now, you see, that would work if there
weren't a gun pointed at your brat's head as well."
Will drew a gun and aimed it at Yukon's chest, but Yukon did not hesitate in drawing
another of his. Everyone merely stared at each other.
"If one if us shoots," Will realized, "we all die. Just let us take the child and leave!"
"Non, I can't do that," Andrea half-whined, sarcastically. "Because there's that insy-tiny
fact that Jack is a pirate. And pirates can't be trusted."
"And you can, Miss I'm-An-Indonesian-Whore?" Jack shot back.
"Ozzy," Andrea addressed the pirate. He froze in mid-step, as he had been headed toward
the cave entrance at a lame attempt to sidle out of the raucous.
"Aye?" he asked, faintly. "I left my pistol on the ship, if that's what you were gonna ask of
me."
Andrea internally slapped her forehead. "No, man, open the bag! See if the money is all
there."
"No need," Jack said. "You already know it's not."
Ozzy opened the bag, anyway, to reveal two swords among many rocks. He took one
out and waved it about in content.
"Looks to me like you're not getting your kid back," Andrea answered, smugly. There was
a "haha" air about her for a few seconds before an unfortunate thing happened in Jack's
favor.
For hundreds of years, a specific plant called Lythrum Salicaria, more commonly known as
purple loosestrife, had grown on the island of Martinique. While it was a rather pretty plant,
there were many side effects to it's growth, such as its attraction of bees and unwanted
pests, and caused people, at the worst times, to develop allergic reactions to them.
This is what happened.
Andrea sneezed suddenly, which caused everyone to jump an astonishing height in the air.
Jack, with his snakelike reflexes, let off his pistol with a bang at the sudden sound of her
sneeze, but after busying himself with jumping, his pistol had lost it's aim on Andrea's face
and so allowed the bullet to lodge itself into her side.
As Jack's pistol went off, Will dropped his gun and Yukon lunged for it, letting Jim pull
himself free of his restraints while the man was distracted and dive between Yukon's legs so
that he could reach the pistol first. While he successfully did this, in his excitement, he aimed
the gun wrongly and shot the rock wall instead. When he tried to shoot again, he realized
that the pistol was out of ammunition.
"Piece of junk," Jim muttered as Will yanked the sword from Ozzy's grasp - the pirate was
cowering in a corner near Will at the time - and used it to knock Yukon's gun out of his
hands. Yukon withdrew his sword in an instant, and he and Will began to duel fiercely.
Meanwhile, Andrea was rolling about on the ground in pain, shouting curses as Jack rushed
to the aid of his boy.
Bob, in a moment of heroic lookoutness, retracted his spyglass and clubbed Jack over the
head with it from behind, then ran for his life while Jack shouted in pain and grabbed the
second sword from the bag, chasing Bob around the cave.
"A little help!" Andrea called to Ozzy, who was still cowering in the corner. "Argh! You're
fired!" she spat. "Yukon! I need some assistance over here! I'm feeling kinda wounded!"
Yukon, although, was still busy sword fighting with Will. Just as Bob ran past him, Will
stopped the lookout with a skillful jab of his sword to the belt, causing it to snap and Bob's
pants to fall down and trip him. Yukon immediately blocked an attack from Jack while
Will decided it was time for him to grab the kid and make a break for the cave entrance.
Now Yukon was fighting Jack, and Jim watched in awe, realizing that after all this time, his
father had been going easy on him whenever they fought. He had never seen his dad swing
a sword so fast or block thrusts so quickly, at the same time noticing a familiar look of
excitement, thrill and concentration on his face.
"Let's go!" Will cried hurriedly, pulling Jim by the arm. Jim instantaneously tried to sock Will
in the face, but the man ducked. "I'm a friend of your father's, trust me! We have to get
out of here."
"I'm not leaving without the captain," Jim said, sternly. Will suddenly observed how much he
looked like Jack, especially when he was using the obviously genetic stubbornness.
"He'll be fine," Will said, but even as the words came out of his mouth, he knew it was no
use trying to convince the kid that his was the safest way to get out alive.
"Yukon!" Andrea shouted passionately, in all her drama. "I'm dying!"
Yukon bolted as fast as he could toward Andrea as soon as he pushed Jack's sword away
from him, then he picked her up, pulling a dagger from out of his belt and fishing the bullet
out of her side quickly as she gave a shout before he dropped her and the dagger back
to the ground while Jack retaliated and almost took Yukon's head off. Andrea landed on
the ground with an "Oof."
Yukon and Jack battled more intensely than ever, and Jim was still struck with awe,
watching the swordfight with obsessive interest, blocking everything else out. He felt ultimate
pride for his dad, and was near to fulfilling his impulse to run into Jack's arms, pirate honor
and toughness set aside. He was a child and missed his father, pirate or not. But he stood
where he was and continued to watch the fight respectively.
"Gotcha," Andrea hissed, grabbing Jim around the waist and pulling her gun out, aiming it at
the kid's temple. She shot her gun into the air once quickly with a sudden change of mind
and set it back against the boy's temple, quickly. "Everyone, STOP!" she ordered, shoving
her gun harder into Jim's head, warningly. "Drop your weapons." Jack and Will did as they
were told. Bob dropped his spyglass. "Not you, Bob!" she snapped.
"Sorry," Bob said, dancing in place and picking up his spyglass, hopping back up with it in his
clutches. Yukon strode up to Andrea.
"Mademoiselle, what are we going to do?" he muttered under his breath. "They don't
have the money. What will we do, just keep the kid hostage? How can we gain
anything from that?"
"Sparrow," Andrea spat, ignoring Yukon. "I gave you the chance to get your brat back
without a fight, but you decided you'd try to take the cheap way out. Is that really worth
your son's life?" she said, threateningly jabbing her gun against the boy's head again.
At that moment, the cave ceiling decided to fall away in the spot at which Andrea's bullet
interrupted it, causing assorted rocks to plummet toward her and Jim. With as much speed
as force, she shoved Jim out of the way of the rocks, and in her haste to escape from them
herself, she dropped her gun and dove away from the plunging stones. The first couple hit
the earth with dull thuds before a split second later, the rest of the rocks followed, making
large cracking noises against each other, with enough capacity to surely bash a person's
skull open and smother them.
Now Andrea's gun was buried among the rubble. She was on one side of the pile, and Jim
was on the other. Jack held his sword again in a fleeting moment and had it to Andrea's
throat in seconds.
"Going to kill me, Sparrow?" Andrea asked, tipping her head up with confidence.
"You stole my boy!" Jack growled. "Why shouldn't I?"
"Because you probably know by now that I would not kill him, and you should so give me
the privilege of… er… living." she replied.
"Who says I have to be fair about all this?" Jack asked. "Looks like the odds are in my
favor and I will do what I see fit." He lowered his sword. "And I see fit that you leave now,
sail away and never touch anything of mine again." Will nodded silently in approval.
"Or else?" Andrea snapped, not taking Jack's offer to her advantage.
"Or else I'll run my sword through your throat," he said, shrugging. "It's your choice. Not
a hard one, if you ask me."
"Fine," she sighed. "We'll leave. But mark my words, we'll meet again!"
"Andrea, just stop while you're ahead," Yukon called to her as she shook her fist,
menacingly.
"You shut up," Andrea shot in his direction. She turned to Ozzy and Bob. "C'mon you
guys, we're going." She brushed past Jack defiantly and made her way to the cave entrance.
"And by the way, Bob, you've been promoted. Ozzy's the new lookout."
"Rats!" Ozzy squealed, snapping his fingers as he followed behind the pirate captain.
Andrea approached Yukon and unexpectedly kissed him quickly on the lips before striding
away, much to everyone else's extreme confusion except for Yukon's. He followed as if
she did this every day, and was about to exit the cave when Jim ran up to him.
"Jim," Jack barked a warning, but the boy tugged on Yukon's coat sleeve and glared at
him.
"You went easy on me," the boy said, offensively.
"Aye, I did," Yukon replied as Ozzy trudged along ahead of him behind Andrea and Bob
skipped cheerily beside the new lookout.
"Thanks for fighting me, anyhow," Jim replied. "Am I ever going to get the chance to fight
you again?"
"No doubt our paths will cross," Yukon replied. "You just keep on practicing, and we shall
see how well you fight when you're older."
Instead of taking that statement like a child and saying something like "I wanna fight that well
now," he said; "Once I am experienced enough, I will find you, and we will duel. Promise?"
"Promise," Yukon said, grinning at the kid and waving to him in parting, hurrying to catch up
with Andrea. Jim waved, then turned to his father, who was collecting swords and pistols
from the ground.
"Captain," Jim addressed Jack.
"Aye?" Jack asked lightly, as if a moment hadn't passed from their last talk together on the
Pearl the week before.
"I'm glad you're here," Jim answered, trotting up to his father as Will stood by the cave
entrance, waiting patiently. Jack did not reply. "Captain?" he repeated.
"Aye," Jack repeated as well.
"If you don't tell anybody, can I say something?" Jim asked.
"Go ahead," he replied, brushing dust from a sword. The boy quickly shifted his eyes back
and forth as if waiting for a crew member of the Black Pearl to pop out from behind a rock,
then jumped into his father's arms, causing him to drop the sword.
"I love you," he whispered. "That's not bad, is it?"
Jack smiled with the strangest look on his face that neither Will nor Jim could interpret, then
gave his son a comforting squeeze and said; "Of course not, lad. Not at all."
A/N: And… I'm… NOT DONE! Aha! One more chapter, folks! This may seem like the
end… but it isn't! I may not be able to put the last chapter up for a while cuz of finals and all,
but I shall write it, I shall! I know this chapter was a lot of cute-ish stuff and not enough
funny-ish stuff, but it's all good, right? :-P THANKS FOR READING! :D :D :D :D :D :D
:D
behind him, lugging the sack.
"Yes, it's me," Andrea said casually, noting in amusement how Jack had reacted. "What's
he doing here? I said you come alone."
"You're that - that whore from Indonesia!" he continued, ignoring her question. Will
dropped the sack at his feet and glanced in Andrea's direction.
"That's not a very nice thing to say, Jack!" Will exclaimed. "Don't go stooping to her
level…"
"No, I'm being literal!" Jack said to Will. "She's a whore from Indonesia!"
"Correction: I am not a whore. I am thief who just happened to be a bit desperate for some
get away cash at the time," Andrea explained.
"Did she sleep with you?" Will asked Jack in a whisper.
"Yes she did!" Jack replied, defensively. There were collective gasps around the room as
Andrea beamed. "And then she robbed me while I was sleeping!" He turned back to the
lady pirate and said: "You stole all my money, my rum, my hair beads and a gold tooth!
How the deuce did you do that?"
"Did I disappoint you, Sparrow?" she asked, in turn ignoring his own question. "Oui, it was
very lucky of me to run into you while I was there. It was a frantic journey I was making,
but I did find some amusement that night… I guess we can both say it was full of… big…
surprises, wouldn't you agree?"
Jim gave a cough as if to say: "I'm still here; let's not change the subject."
"And you stole my kid," Jack added. "What are you, some kind of kleptomaniac?"
"Je suis," she admitted, innocently. "Now, down to business," she said more sternly. "Give
us the money and you may leave with your kid."
"Give us Jim first, then we'll give you your money," Jack said, suspiciously.
"Yukon!" Andrea shouted. He pointed his gun to the boy's head. "You were saying?"
In a flash, Jack had his pistol out, less than an inch away from Andrea's face, pointed right
between her eyes.
"I was saying," he replied, "that you will give me my boy first, savvy?"
Andrea stared calmly down the barrel of the gun, then flicked her eyes back to Jack.
"Interesting way of negotiation, Sparrow, but now, you see, that would work if there
weren't a gun pointed at your brat's head as well."
Will drew a gun and aimed it at Yukon's chest, but Yukon did not hesitate in drawing
another of his. Everyone merely stared at each other.
"If one if us shoots," Will realized, "we all die. Just let us take the child and leave!"
"Non, I can't do that," Andrea half-whined, sarcastically. "Because there's that insy-tiny
fact that Jack is a pirate. And pirates can't be trusted."
"And you can, Miss I'm-An-Indonesian-Whore?" Jack shot back.
"Ozzy," Andrea addressed the pirate. He froze in mid-step, as he had been headed toward
the cave entrance at a lame attempt to sidle out of the raucous.
"Aye?" he asked, faintly. "I left my pistol on the ship, if that's what you were gonna ask of
me."
Andrea internally slapped her forehead. "No, man, open the bag! See if the money is all
there."
"No need," Jack said. "You already know it's not."
Ozzy opened the bag, anyway, to reveal two swords among many rocks. He took one
out and waved it about in content.
"Looks to me like you're not getting your kid back," Andrea answered, smugly. There was
a "haha" air about her for a few seconds before an unfortunate thing happened in Jack's
favor.
For hundreds of years, a specific plant called Lythrum Salicaria, more commonly known as
purple loosestrife, had grown on the island of Martinique. While it was a rather pretty plant,
there were many side effects to it's growth, such as its attraction of bees and unwanted
pests, and caused people, at the worst times, to develop allergic reactions to them.
This is what happened.
Andrea sneezed suddenly, which caused everyone to jump an astonishing height in the air.
Jack, with his snakelike reflexes, let off his pistol with a bang at the sudden sound of her
sneeze, but after busying himself with jumping, his pistol had lost it's aim on Andrea's face
and so allowed the bullet to lodge itself into her side.
As Jack's pistol went off, Will dropped his gun and Yukon lunged for it, letting Jim pull
himself free of his restraints while the man was distracted and dive between Yukon's legs so
that he could reach the pistol first. While he successfully did this, in his excitement, he aimed
the gun wrongly and shot the rock wall instead. When he tried to shoot again, he realized
that the pistol was out of ammunition.
"Piece of junk," Jim muttered as Will yanked the sword from Ozzy's grasp - the pirate was
cowering in a corner near Will at the time - and used it to knock Yukon's gun out of his
hands. Yukon withdrew his sword in an instant, and he and Will began to duel fiercely.
Meanwhile, Andrea was rolling about on the ground in pain, shouting curses as Jack rushed
to the aid of his boy.
Bob, in a moment of heroic lookoutness, retracted his spyglass and clubbed Jack over the
head with it from behind, then ran for his life while Jack shouted in pain and grabbed the
second sword from the bag, chasing Bob around the cave.
"A little help!" Andrea called to Ozzy, who was still cowering in the corner. "Argh! You're
fired!" she spat. "Yukon! I need some assistance over here! I'm feeling kinda wounded!"
Yukon, although, was still busy sword fighting with Will. Just as Bob ran past him, Will
stopped the lookout with a skillful jab of his sword to the belt, causing it to snap and Bob's
pants to fall down and trip him. Yukon immediately blocked an attack from Jack while
Will decided it was time for him to grab the kid and make a break for the cave entrance.
Now Yukon was fighting Jack, and Jim watched in awe, realizing that after all this time, his
father had been going easy on him whenever they fought. He had never seen his dad swing
a sword so fast or block thrusts so quickly, at the same time noticing a familiar look of
excitement, thrill and concentration on his face.
"Let's go!" Will cried hurriedly, pulling Jim by the arm. Jim instantaneously tried to sock Will
in the face, but the man ducked. "I'm a friend of your father's, trust me! We have to get
out of here."
"I'm not leaving without the captain," Jim said, sternly. Will suddenly observed how much he
looked like Jack, especially when he was using the obviously genetic stubbornness.
"He'll be fine," Will said, but even as the words came out of his mouth, he knew it was no
use trying to convince the kid that his was the safest way to get out alive.
"Yukon!" Andrea shouted passionately, in all her drama. "I'm dying!"
Yukon bolted as fast as he could toward Andrea as soon as he pushed Jack's sword away
from him, then he picked her up, pulling a dagger from out of his belt and fishing the bullet
out of her side quickly as she gave a shout before he dropped her and the dagger back
to the ground while Jack retaliated and almost took Yukon's head off. Andrea landed on
the ground with an "Oof."
Yukon and Jack battled more intensely than ever, and Jim was still struck with awe,
watching the swordfight with obsessive interest, blocking everything else out. He felt ultimate
pride for his dad, and was near to fulfilling his impulse to run into Jack's arms, pirate honor
and toughness set aside. He was a child and missed his father, pirate or not. But he stood
where he was and continued to watch the fight respectively.
"Gotcha," Andrea hissed, grabbing Jim around the waist and pulling her gun out, aiming it at
the kid's temple. She shot her gun into the air once quickly with a sudden change of mind
and set it back against the boy's temple, quickly. "Everyone, STOP!" she ordered, shoving
her gun harder into Jim's head, warningly. "Drop your weapons." Jack and Will did as they
were told. Bob dropped his spyglass. "Not you, Bob!" she snapped.
"Sorry," Bob said, dancing in place and picking up his spyglass, hopping back up with it in his
clutches. Yukon strode up to Andrea.
"Mademoiselle, what are we going to do?" he muttered under his breath. "They don't
have the money. What will we do, just keep the kid hostage? How can we gain
anything from that?"
"Sparrow," Andrea spat, ignoring Yukon. "I gave you the chance to get your brat back
without a fight, but you decided you'd try to take the cheap way out. Is that really worth
your son's life?" she said, threateningly jabbing her gun against the boy's head again.
At that moment, the cave ceiling decided to fall away in the spot at which Andrea's bullet
interrupted it, causing assorted rocks to plummet toward her and Jim. With as much speed
as force, she shoved Jim out of the way of the rocks, and in her haste to escape from them
herself, she dropped her gun and dove away from the plunging stones. The first couple hit
the earth with dull thuds before a split second later, the rest of the rocks followed, making
large cracking noises against each other, with enough capacity to surely bash a person's
skull open and smother them.
Now Andrea's gun was buried among the rubble. She was on one side of the pile, and Jim
was on the other. Jack held his sword again in a fleeting moment and had it to Andrea's
throat in seconds.
"Going to kill me, Sparrow?" Andrea asked, tipping her head up with confidence.
"You stole my boy!" Jack growled. "Why shouldn't I?"
"Because you probably know by now that I would not kill him, and you should so give me
the privilege of… er… living." she replied.
"Who says I have to be fair about all this?" Jack asked. "Looks like the odds are in my
favor and I will do what I see fit." He lowered his sword. "And I see fit that you leave now,
sail away and never touch anything of mine again." Will nodded silently in approval.
"Or else?" Andrea snapped, not taking Jack's offer to her advantage.
"Or else I'll run my sword through your throat," he said, shrugging. "It's your choice. Not
a hard one, if you ask me."
"Fine," she sighed. "We'll leave. But mark my words, we'll meet again!"
"Andrea, just stop while you're ahead," Yukon called to her as she shook her fist,
menacingly.
"You shut up," Andrea shot in his direction. She turned to Ozzy and Bob. "C'mon you
guys, we're going." She brushed past Jack defiantly and made her way to the cave entrance.
"And by the way, Bob, you've been promoted. Ozzy's the new lookout."
"Rats!" Ozzy squealed, snapping his fingers as he followed behind the pirate captain.
Andrea approached Yukon and unexpectedly kissed him quickly on the lips before striding
away, much to everyone else's extreme confusion except for Yukon's. He followed as if
she did this every day, and was about to exit the cave when Jim ran up to him.
"Jim," Jack barked a warning, but the boy tugged on Yukon's coat sleeve and glared at
him.
"You went easy on me," the boy said, offensively.
"Aye, I did," Yukon replied as Ozzy trudged along ahead of him behind Andrea and Bob
skipped cheerily beside the new lookout.
"Thanks for fighting me, anyhow," Jim replied. "Am I ever going to get the chance to fight
you again?"
"No doubt our paths will cross," Yukon replied. "You just keep on practicing, and we shall
see how well you fight when you're older."
Instead of taking that statement like a child and saying something like "I wanna fight that well
now," he said; "Once I am experienced enough, I will find you, and we will duel. Promise?"
"Promise," Yukon said, grinning at the kid and waving to him in parting, hurrying to catch up
with Andrea. Jim waved, then turned to his father, who was collecting swords and pistols
from the ground.
"Captain," Jim addressed Jack.
"Aye?" Jack asked lightly, as if a moment hadn't passed from their last talk together on the
Pearl the week before.
"I'm glad you're here," Jim answered, trotting up to his father as Will stood by the cave
entrance, waiting patiently. Jack did not reply. "Captain?" he repeated.
"Aye," Jack repeated as well.
"If you don't tell anybody, can I say something?" Jim asked.
"Go ahead," he replied, brushing dust from a sword. The boy quickly shifted his eyes back
and forth as if waiting for a crew member of the Black Pearl to pop out from behind a rock,
then jumped into his father's arms, causing him to drop the sword.
"I love you," he whispered. "That's not bad, is it?"
Jack smiled with the strangest look on his face that neither Will nor Jim could interpret, then
gave his son a comforting squeeze and said; "Of course not, lad. Not at all."
A/N: And… I'm… NOT DONE! Aha! One more chapter, folks! This may seem like the
end… but it isn't! I may not be able to put the last chapter up for a while cuz of finals and all,
but I shall write it, I shall! I know this chapter was a lot of cute-ish stuff and not enough
funny-ish stuff, but it's all good, right? :-P THANKS FOR READING! :D :D :D :D :D :D
:D