His Will Be Done

"I can't wait for this to end,
And leave tonight behind us.
I'm unsettled letting go of you,
And sleeping the night in silence."

***

            Jack sat in his cabin all afternoon and early into the evening brooding over the day's events.  He was unhappy, to say the least.  It was a rare occurrence that Jack Sparrow did not get exactly what he wanted, especially where women were concerned, and this obvious transgression from the norm irked him beyond belief.  But there was something else too, Sophia, she was not every other woman.  Jack was determined to sort things out and would not be thwarted by her reckless abandon of him.

            After thinking on it for several hours, he finally decided on a course of action.  If he could not accomplish his intended objective through traditional means, he would just have to take a more aggressive approach.  Throwing open the door to his cabin, he stepped out onto the deck and scanned those present on the ship.  Spotting his first and second mates reviewing some provisions issues with a few younger crew members, he called over and interrupted their business.

            "Gibbs.  Can ye come 'ere for a minute" he asked, indicating that Anamaria could continue on with her business.

            "Aye, what is it Cap'n", the older man asked.

            "I need ye to do me a fava.  We're gonna be leavin first thing in the morning.  Tonight, I need ye to take one o' the younger guys, head into town, and retrieve the woman I purchased at the auction today.  Savvy?"

            "Aye Cap'n.  Any idea where she might be?"

            "I haven't a clue.  Yer gonna have to do a bit o' searchin.  Likely she'll be in one o' the bars in which case, perhaps it might be betta for ye to take two with ye instead o' one."

            "Aye Cap'n."

            That evening, while the rest of the crew were out enjoying themselves in the town, Gibbs and his two chosen companions, made their way through the port's various bars searching for Sophia.  Ironically enough, they found her in the same one Jack had encountered her in earlier.  Going inside and taking a seat, they each ordered a drink and waited for the right moment to take action.  Judging by the company she kept, and the advice Jack had given him earlier, Gibbs decided it would be best to wait until she was on her way out to make their move.  Should they take action any earlier, they were sure to encounter one heck of a problem. 

            They drank slowly, not wanting to be too un-sober to handle the situation properly.  Finally, in the early hours of the morning, Sophia stood up from her table, somewhat uneasily, said her goodbyes, and swaggered out of the bar.  Immediately after, the three crewmen from the Pearl followed her.  Stepping out into the dark street, Sophia fingered the hilt of her sword, ready to pull it out should the need arise.  Unfortunately for her however, her three followers were quick to split up and surrounded her from three sides.  Before she had any time to react, she was grabbed by the arms from both sides.  Her struggles were all for naught though because she was dragged through the town nonetheless, and taken aboard the Black Pearl. 

            Once on board, Gibbs ordered another of the crew to go for Jack.  Momentarily the captain appeared on deck and strode cockily over to where the two men still held her. 

            "Lock her in the brig", Jack commanded them, flashing her a grin.  Sophia did not respond, but if looks could kill, he surely would have been dead at that moment.

            "Ye can't be serious Cap'n", Gibbs exclaimed in disbelief next to him.  "The brig?"

            "Do I look like I'm joking", Jack asked him in reply.  "S'far as I'm concerned I bought her and she belongs to me", he continued.  Pulling his hands out from behind his back he produced the sack she had given him just after the auction.  "I neva agreed to no freedom of yers", he remarked as he handed the bag to one of his sailors to throw into the cell with her. 

            Jack watched indifferently as they led Sophia across the deck to take her below.  Just before they reached the hatch he called to them to stop and ran over.  Looking her over he was satisfied to see that his men had successfully taken her sword and pistol, but was not content to stop with just that.  Putting his hands to her sides, he ran them down the length of her body and back up until they stopped at her waist.  After fiddling around with something for a minute or two he pulled a small leather pouch off of her and opened it.  Scanning the lock picking contents of the pouch, he smiled to himself, then to Sophia, and put it into his own pocket. 

            "Wouldn't want ye runnin off now would we", he grinned.

            In response, she only stared at him with contempt.

            "Alright, off with ye then", he motioned for his two men to continue on their way then walked back towards the helm.  "SHOW'S OVER MATES, BE READY TO SAIL AT DAWN" he called out to the rest of the crew who stood and watched him in wonder.

            Behind him, Anamaria and Gibbs exchanged a look of confusion then carried on with their duties.


***

            Down in the brig, Sophia sat alone in the dark for several hours.  She was still fairly intoxicated, which contributed significantly to her rage.  Eventually this rage manifested itself as she attempted to break open the door by ramming herself into it full force.  After almost forty-five minutes of this, and no success, Sophia threw herself back down on the ground dejected.  Her body now covered in a mess of black and blue bruises.  She was exhausted, but under the circumstances refused to allow sleep to take her.  She fought hard to stay awake but in the end lost that battle as well.  It was late into the morning when she was reawaken by the rocking of the Pearl as it moved through the Caribbean waters.

            Looking out a small hole present in the side of the ship, her fears were confirmed as she watched the outside scene slide passed.  Groaning to herself, she punched the floorboards hard, causing blood to spill from her hand, and threw herself back against the wall to wait.  Her head pounded with the headache of a hangover.  It was rare that she ever got so drunk, it took more liquor than it did for most to achieve such a goal, but in light of the previous day's events she truly felt she had deserved it last night.  Now more than anything she wished she hadn't done so.  As she sat there cursing herself and Jack for her current situation, she soon heard the sound of approaching footstep of someone descending below.  Looking up, hopeful that someone had thought enough to bring her something to eat, she scowled at the sight of the captain looming over her with a cheeky grin.

            "Ye've got two options", he began after taking in the pathetic sight of her for a moment.  "Either ye can stay 'ere on the Pearl as part o' me crew, or we can drop you off at our earliest convenience on some uninhabitable little spit of land somewhere.  What'll it be?"

            "Drop me off", Sophia answered in a cold voice.

            "Aw, come on lass, ye know ye weren't supposed to pick that one", Jack replied lightly, a little disappointment seeping through his façade.

            "What do ye want?  An apology?  Well 'eres one for ye.  I'm sorry that I hate you and would rather rot to death on an island than spend another minute in yer presence."

            "Ouch luv, very ouch.  But if that's the way ye want it who am I to argue?"  With that, Jack turned on his heel and stomped out of the brig and back up onto the deck.  All around him, everyone glanced in his direction taking notice of his obvious annoyance but thought better than to ask him about it. 


***

            Three days passed, during all of which Sophia remained locked below.  As far as hospitality was concerned, she could not complain.  After the first miserable night, which apparently served to teach her some kind of lesson, Jack saw to it that she was well provided for; sending her pillows, blankets, and making sure she was well fed.  He was even kind enough to see to it that she had some company, sending Anamaria down frequently to see how she was doing.  At first, Sophia would have nothing to do with the other woman, but after enough visits had passed she seemed to open up and the two chatted about this and that, but nothing of too much importance.

            Finally, on the afternoon of the third day, Sophia was surprised to find that the footsteps that approached did not belong to Ana.  Instead she found herself being taken from her cell up on deck by two young men whom she recognized as her original attackers.  They led her over to where it appeared most or all of the crew was gathered, apparently awaiting some event to take place.  It wasn't long before she found out what that event was. 

            She was pushed forward, only to come face to face with Jack.  Who shot her one of his trademark grins and nodded towards the port side of the ship.  Turning to look, she saw what he was indicating to.  There in front of her. the plank stood outstretched towards the island that the Pearl now floated off shore of. 

            After pausing a moment to reconsider her decision, she turned around to survey the crew who were gathered behind her.  She looked them all over, one by one staring into their eyes, and purposefully avoiding Jack's gaze. 

            "My effects please", she said finally to the young man whom she spotting holding her sword, pistol, and daggers. 

            Stepping forward he handed them to her and she threw the belt diagonally over her shoulder, and strapped everything else into its proper position. 

            "Well then,ta all", she bid them farewell and stepped up onto the plank.  Walking toward the edge slowly, she smiled to herself at the murmur that ran through the crew.  When there was no further to walk, she took a deep breath and prepared to jump.

            "WAIT", a voice called from behind.  Turning around, Sophia saw Jack step up to the edge of the plank, and walked back a few steps to see what he wanted. 

              "You'd honestly deliver yerself over to death just to spite me", he asked incredulously.

            "Aye", she answered with a smile and a nod. 

            Jack pondered this for a minute, then an equally large grin appeared on his face.  "Fine then, I've changed me mind.  Ye no longer 'ave the choice.  Yer stayin on the Pearl whether ye like it or not", he concluded, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her back onto the ship.  "How's that for spite?"

            "How's this for sod off", Sophia asked back as she drew her sword and in a flash had it to Jack's neck.

            "You think this wise woman?  Ye kill me and the whole crew'll 'ave yer neck for sure", Jack taunted.

            "What's yer point?  If I was willing to starve to death to piss ye off, why not kill ye and die quickly for it?"
            "You wouldn't", Jack uttered in disbelief.

            "Try me", Sophia dared him coldly.

            For a minute no one moved as Jack considered his options and Sophia waited for his decision.  "Fine", he said finally through clenched teeth.  "Go then."

            With a smirk Sophia lowered her sword and made to turn back to the plank.  She stopped suddenly however at the sound of a pistol cocking.  Rolling her eyes with a sigh, she spun around again to face Jack.  Sheathing her sword she shrugged.  "Aye, aye Cap'n", she conceded at last.

            "That's more like it", Jack approved.  "Ana'll show y to yer new cabin", he added before walking away.

            Sophia was half tempted to chuck her dagger at his receding figure but held back as Anamaria stepped up to her.

            "Come on", the other woman ordered, and she obeyed with another sigh.

***

Author's Note: 

            Ok, so I promise I'm going to try to get better with my updating because lately I've been slacking horribly.  But like I said, it's been one hell of a week and I think that may continue at least until after Christmas.  So please bear with me. 
           
            And just a little note to jackfan2, agreed- great movie.  Watch Donnie Brasco, it's an awesome mix of our favorite captain and Al Pacino!