Chapter 5

"Yo ho, yo ho a pirates life for me!," they all sang while sitting in the Port Royal tavern.

They all raised there glasses up and clinked them together, taking a long sip.

Ivy had never had alcohol before and it had a strange effect on her. She was extremely drunk after having only 4 glasses.

Ivy bobbed her head to the music that the fiddlers were playing at the back of the Tavern and got up and walked away, over to the bar to get another rum. But as she was there a young man, with blonde hair and blue eyes came up to her. He started talking as Jack watched them both.

Ivy and the young man were out back by the docks, talking about life. She was telling this man secrets when she only met him a while ago. He was only about a year younger than her, but she found him really insightful.

As Ivy looked away, he slowly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at her face. She turned back to him and gasped. "I know your secret," he whispered as her mouth hung open. 'Note to self: stop being so trusting of people,' Ivy told herself.

Ivy stuttered and her brow furrowed, as she didn't know what to say, "Wh--what do you mean?"

"Your from the future," he snarled. Ivy stared at him and didn't answer because it was true. "You will take me back there."

"What if I don't?," Ivy said loudly. The young man shoved the gun more in her face, making it straight at her nose. Eye's crossed, she watched him pull the cock.

"You will take me to the future," he growled and leaned in close to her, moving the gun down to her gut. The only thing between Ivy and him was the gun. His breath reeked of dead fish as his eyes showed of pure happiness.

"Can I ask you something?," Ivy asked as she stared into those happy blue eyes. His brow furrowed and made his eyes look meaner.

"You just did."

"But I mean another one?"

"Fine"

"What's your name?"

The blonde man hesitated and coughed, "Thomas."

"Thomas!?," Ivy nearly spat in his face as she yelled the name. "Thomas Paine?!"

Thomas smirked and said in a rough voice that didn't sound like his at all, "Precisely, Ivy."

Ivy wasn't used to Thomas not being so shy and being able to not stutter on his words, which shocked her. "But--but how did you get here?"

"Same way you did," still, his breath smelled horrid. He was to close to Ivy's face, it made her uncomfortable. Another grin spread on Thomas's face that made Ivy have to turn away to hide her disgust.

"Jackie helped you?," Ivy asked as she felt the pistol move a bit away from her gut.

"No…"

"Who did?"

"Alex"

Ivy sat there, frozen at the docks, not being able to move a muscle. It felt as if she was paralyzed. How did Alex know about this? She thought to herself.

She blinked a couple of times and shook her head, as if trying to shake up her brain to make it work again. "So, why exactly do you need me to take you to the future again?"

"Because you know the person I need," Thomas said that evilly which made Ivy shiver.

"And who is this person?"

The water below them both splashed as a fish jumped out and back in again. The wind howled making Ivy think and footsteps were heard on the dock behind them. Ivy was to deep in thought to look behind her and Thomas was staring longingly at Ivy. Her green eyes darted up to meet his blue eyes as he said one word, "Jack"

"You need Jack?!," Ivy exclaimed and got up to her feet. Now Thomas purposely directed the pistol at Ivy as he too stood up and reached her height. "What are you talking about? I don't know Jack! That's bogus!"

"You've met him and you were with him in that Tavern," Thomas said sternly and furrowed his brow once again.

"But I also have met Elizabeth and Will. Why don't you need them? Hmm? Tell me, why?," Ivy was angry now and didn't like being used. She didn't take being toyed with as easily as others would have. Her anger only made him more happy.

Thomas didn't answer Ivy's question which pissed her off even more, she took her arm and raised it high into the air, then brought her fist down hard into his face. His head snapped to the side as his mouth hung open with shock and a bit of blood hanging from the lips.

"You bitch," he growled.

"That's 'Mrs. Bitch' to you," she smiled but saw his hand raise into the are and try to backhand her. Ivy flinched. The blow never came.

Lifting her dark eyelids to reveal her scared green eyes, she saw Jack's hand holding onto Thomas's wrist. Thomas looked as scared as she did. But Jack shook his finger drunkenly in his face and said, "Now that's not very nice."

"What's nice, is you letting go of me, you jerk," Thomas spat at Jack's feet as Jack's brow furrowed with pity.

"Ah, are you sure I'm the jerk, when you happen to be harassing this young woman? I'd say yer not a jerk, but a eunuch," a grin spread across Jack's smooth lips as Ivy noticed that Thomas was confused.

"A eunuch?," Thomas asked.

Ivy decided to slip away.

"A man with no testicles."

Ivy got behind Jack and crept behind Thomas.

"Testicles?," Thomas said confusedly.

"Balls," Ivy said loudly from behind him. Thomas spun around and so did Jack. Right in front of Thomas's face was Jack's pistol held by Ivy's hand. "you dumb-fuck"

Thomas's eyes got big and Ivy cocked the gun. She smacked him on the head with so much force that the gun went off and shot the bullet high into the air. Thomas fell unconscious and Ivy shoved him in the water.

Ivy stared down into the water and could see the reflection of her and Jack both gazing into the silky blue. She looked up back at him as he asked, "Can I have my pistol back?"

Ivy twitched and placed the flintlock in his grungy hand, "Sorry."

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"The future, aye?," asked Jack as he rested his elbows on the table in the Faithful Bride. It was morning now and the tavern had settled down a bit.

"I couldn't keep it from you, I'm sorry," Ivy pleaded as she paced the room, glancing over at Jack. She was now wearing a satin nightgown and it was blood red. It was only at least, 3 quarters before midmorning.

Elizabeth was sitting in a chair, reading a small brown book. She looked so old, what with her white cotton nightgown and old tattered book. Who would have thought that Tortuga had books.

She looked up from the yellow pages and said to Ivy, "Why would you be afraid of telling us this, darling?"

"Maybe because she thought that we would think her crazy, but it's not what we thought, but what we think is not what she was wrong to think what we thought," Jack shrugged. Ivy, Elizabeth and Will all stared at him. He added, "Savvy?"

"No compendia," Ivy blinked a couple of times and continued to pace. Elizabeth went back to her book.

Will sat on a barrel, his hands resting on his knees. "I think what Jack means" Ivy's eye twitched and she glared. "is that you shouldn't think of the negativities when it could be the positives."

"So basically, never take anything for granted?," Ivy's mouth went all rigid and she looked kind of disgusted. Elizabeth nodded and movement made Ivy's eyes travel to her. "hmm. That was very deep Jack."

His eyebrows raised a bit and a smiled a Mona Lisa smile. No teeth showing, but yet of a crooked smile.

"Question is, how do we get you back to the future?," Will stroked his chin with his thumb and index finger. Ivy's eyes darted from one spot on the floor to another as she could hear the flip of pages as Elizabeth read.