A/n - This chapter was bloody hard to write and I'm still not happy with it but it's been so long since I updated I thought that I better put it up. Also my computer is limping through anything that I try do so I apologise for any delay.
Thanks to all my reviewers your reviews keep me typing/fighting with the characters.
AndromadaStar - you should soo see OUAiM its really good and Sands is amazing in it , its just when he gets here he becomes annoying, well your review made him smug he kept on goin on about his "adorin fan" and he says that "you can HAVE him any day" but as he is currently inside my head I'll have to vote against that as I don't think I could take the head trauma. As for Jack, trust me he got his at that table but you know Pg 13 so they'll be none o' that. Most likely he'll get his at the room to. Oh well I'm off to wrestle a computer hope you enjoy.
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"I'm going to the bar does anyone want anything?" they all shake their heads in negative which is good as I'm already moving to intercept Miss Wood.
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As I make my way across to her, a plan begins to take form in my head.
Now it's not necessarily one of my better plans (like going to Tortuga with Sands to find Buck) but non the less it is a plan. It mainly consists of me, bluffing my way through the next few minutes of our exchange and telling her to go back to Harris, cause he wants to see her.
I'll be the first to admit that it's a bit half assed, but what the hell eh? No harm ever came from a little improvisation. Yeh right, I roll my eyes, famous last words.
I notice the similarities between the two of us as I near her. We both are blonde with blue eyes and we both have the same height and build... well we actually don't have that much in common, but we kinda look similar but she has a bigger nose though (not that I'm not petty).
She has stopped to watch Jack who's counting all of poor Phillip's gold before adding it to his pile. Phillips now leaves the table, poor guy never really had a chance, I have to wonder if he normally wins poker games. She hasn't noticed me, yet. Which is nice.
I walk up to her and put my fabulous plan into action,
"Well, well, well. What 'ave we got 'ere. If it 'aint lill' miss Janey Wood. An' what would ye be doin' in the Ten Bells luv?"
My voice sounds really piratey. Go me.
Her attention snaps from the table to me, she sets my spider sense tingling. Her hand hovers above her right hip, there has to be a weapon around that area, not that I'm too concerned as my hand is in my pocket aiming my own pistol at her body, I have very large pockets.
"Wha'sit te you?" her eyes narrow with suspicion and anger. Apparently, I've made quite an impression on her already. Good.
"Tsk, tsk. I woulda thought tha' someone as clever and bright as you lass, would know te be courteous, at least to yer elders," She's getting frustrated not quite knowing how to cope with a complete stranger talking down to her.
"But yer no older than me," She all but shouts this across the room at me, throwing her arms in the air as she does.
She's right we are about the same age, I can't tell her that though, I need to wind her up, keep her off guard what I need is something really annoying, what would Sands say.
"Aye, so it would seem, luv." Rule number one when trying to annoy someone noncommittal answers, I know they really piss me off.
"What's tha' supposed to mean?" She's getting frustrated now. I smile, shrug and say, "Anythin' ye want it to luv." Ooh I'm enjoying this way too much.
She look's about ready to kill me, but much to my disappointment she doesn't try instead, visibly controling her rage she asks,
"Who are ye? an' what do ye want? I'm kind of doing something 'ere," I decide to give her a small break (though not the broken neck I would love to give her)
"Me names Linz, an Capin Harris sends ye a message lass. Ye've te go back te the Pot and get more orders while me and Sands o'er there take good care of ol'e Jack Sparrah." I nod over to where Jack and Sands are sitting at the table.
She puts her hands on her hips and rocks back on her heels, looking at me speculatively.
"Alright then wha's the code," I pause for a moment slightly put off by this comment, she smiles thinking that she's got me, smarmy bitch.
Code, code I need a fucking code.
I've had enough and can't be arsed thinking of a code. I pull out one of my knifes with my right hand (she doesn't even see it) let my gun go in my pocket. Getting up close to her, invading the hell out of her personal space, I grab the front of her shirt and head butt her square on her abnormally large nose, again she never saw it coming.
I push her against the wall and hold the knife against her throat a little higher than her actual skin so that she has to put some effort into not getting cut.
She looks at me a little dazed, blood running out of her nose, I think it might be broken. Secretly I hope she has concussion because my head hurts like hell.
"Listen you mangy cad, I've no fuckin time to be worrin 'bout codes. But if ye like I can blow me cover in front o' Jack an we can go to down the Pot and ye can explain yer'sel to Harris, tell 'im why ye be disobeyin 'is orders," I pretend to think about it for a second keeping a good grip on the knife.
"In fact tha's something that I would really like to see. What do you think he'll do to ye? Wait right 'ere an I'll go an get Sands, then we'll be off." I have one hell of a grin on my face.
She starts to freak out her attitude completely gone.
"No, no, no, there's no need. I'll go an see 'im myself. You and Sands just carry on from where you were. I'll just be going now... unless you need something else? (I shake my head) okay I'll be off then bye."
She scampers (no, really she scampered) out the door like a cockroach that's just seen the light. Is it just me or is that two people who have done that tonight? It looks like the confrontation fairy is smiling down on me tonight.
Hopefully that's the last I'll see of her, if Cat and Cash can do their jobs right. Though I must say that I'm slightly disappointed, Buck made her sound like a big heap pirate but she was just a scared little girl. Thinking of Buck brings tears to my eyes, I push them back and head back over to where the boys are still playing poker, oblivious to the scene that just went down.
As I sit down at the table I notice that the location of the piles of gold has changed drastically, Sands is now obviously winning and it looks like Jack is going to be out in this hand if he doesn't win.
He loses.
"Well tha's me I'm out," He throws his cards down on the table.
"Y'know, mister Sands for someone who has no real talent for the game ye play an awfully strong hand," He has a hint of a smile on his face which makes me think that maybe he's not entirely talking about Sands poker skills.
Sands just lifts his hands up innocently,
"Good luck, all of it. No skill at all, just pure dumb luck," He's got his "I'm so much better that you" smirk firmly in place.
For a pirate Jack seems to take losing a lot of gold quite well, maybe it's the thought of the whore or maybe he's drunk. It could be that he can't prove that Sands was cheating and so by some sort of cheaters code Sands wins.
I don't know or really care I think if I sit here and try to figure out what goes on in Jack's head I'd end up more crazy than I already am.
"Well, I'll be off then tis no good luck te keep a whore waitin fer too long," he walks over to me,
"It was nice te meet ye lass," He gives me a hug before I can protest, how much has he drunk. Sands raises an eyebrow behind his back.
His hand slides lower on my back till its cupping my ass, not an altogether bad feeling. He whispers in my ear,
"If ye ever want te have some real fun ye just find me, savvy?" with that he gives my ass a little squeeze, well more of a slow, thorough squeeze.
I didn't know that you could cause such a reaction with just a squeeze, cause damm it feels good I lean into him for just a second before I realise what I'm doing. Jumping back from him I see his grin but before I've come to the decision of whether to slap him or not, he tips his hat and gives Sands a little bow, grins/ leers one last time at me then leaves hopping away with his usual drunken swagger.
"Well, that was fun." I say picking up my empty rum jug and leaving the table and the thoroughly inebriated Mr Gibbs. Sands follows me, we get to the bar and order our drinks from Steven who serves us our drinks without repeating his previous warnings. We pay for them with Sands winnings and go and sit at the table that we were sitting at when we first came to the bar.
As I sit down I notice Sands grinning at me like I've done something real funny,
"What?" I demand he's not in my good books tonight, not that he's ever been in any other books but he has definitely pissed me off. He keeps on smiling and answers me.
"What would you have done if the pirate didn't grab you, y'know when you had the gun under the table?" The grin is still there but it widens somewhat as my face flushes with embarrassment.
"I don't... know, I didn't have a plan." I lie, the grin leaves his face.
"Don't lie, I can tell when you're lying. Seriously what would you have done?" He smiles politely, trying to coax the answer from me. He already knows what I would have done or a least must have some idea, why get me to admit it? This must be some guy thing, I hate men.
The embarrassment leaves and my cheeks go back to their normal colour.
"Whatever it took, that's what I would have done. Whatever it takes to get Buck back, to restore the balance in my head," He smiles, it's the first genuine smile I've seen from him, he seems pleased with my answer smiling and nodding his head as if agreeing with something or someone he sits back on his chair and takes a drink of rum.
"So did you get that Jane girl?" He lights up another roll-up, he's going to run out if he doesn't ration them unless that is he some how managed to get a magical never-ending supply of tobacco.
"Sort of, I sent her to the Chamber Pot so it's up to Cash and Cat now." Sands shakes his head and takes a deep draw letting it out slowly.
"We'll be seeing her again then?" His dark eyes look at me intently as he voices my fears, try as I might to shake it I can't get rid of the feeling that we haven't seen the last of her.
"Most likely, though their not totally incompetent. I have the utmost faith that Cash will do everything in his power to get the job done,"
"Oh yes I'll give him that, I'm sure he's quite the terrier once he's been set on something, but its your other little fuckbuddy that's going to be the problem she 'aint the sanest, far from it, she not exactly playing with a full deck. Still, that doesn't bother me what does however worry me slightly is the little thing that the two of them have for each other,"
"You picked up on that too," Of course he picked up on it he's not blind...well not any more.
"Yeah it's pretty obvious, besides he spends time with her and trust me only someone who wants in her panties would spend any time with her unless they were chained together and even then trust me I'd rather gnaw my arm off. "
"Or if you asked her nicely she'd prolly cut it off for you and I don't think she wears panties,"
He takes a long draw and slouches back on the chair looking at his rum his hair falling into his eyes as he does. I don't think he heard me, he looks to be holding some sort of internal debate with himself. Which is never good... at least not for me it isn't?
Whatever he'd been silently debating he seems to have come because he picks up his rum and downs it in one stands up and looks to me.
"Well we can't do anything more tonight. Let's get a room and get some sleep I know just the place and Your Captain just made us richer than we were to start."
I eye him suspiciously not quite trusting the conversation that I think he just had.
"Alright, but separate beds and he's not my Captain."
"He will be soon." He answers sneakily with a very smug smile to go with it.
"So you have a plan?" To this he keeps on smiling and walks away muttering something that sounds like "The enemy of your enemy"
I have no real choice but to follow him wondering what he's up to.
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A/n - So that's it next time we should start with Cash and Cat's pov which I'm not looking forward to.
I'm also trying to fix some spelling mistakes in the first couple of chapters but my computer aint at its best, and my boyfriends computer and mine don't get along as I have just found out.
Please read and review and if you think the next chapter is late don't hesitate to e-mail me and give me a kick up the arse (sometimes I need it). Also let me know if anything is wrong with this chapter I don't have a lot of time to check it.
Thanks to all my reviewers your reviews keep me typing/fighting with the characters.
AndromadaStar - you should soo see OUAiM its really good and Sands is amazing in it , its just when he gets here he becomes annoying, well your review made him smug he kept on goin on about his "adorin fan" and he says that "you can HAVE him any day" but as he is currently inside my head I'll have to vote against that as I don't think I could take the head trauma. As for Jack, trust me he got his at that table but you know Pg 13 so they'll be none o' that. Most likely he'll get his at the room to. Oh well I'm off to wrestle a computer hope you enjoy.
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"I'm going to the bar does anyone want anything?" they all shake their heads in negative which is good as I'm already moving to intercept Miss Wood.
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As I make my way across to her, a plan begins to take form in my head.
Now it's not necessarily one of my better plans (like going to Tortuga with Sands to find Buck) but non the less it is a plan. It mainly consists of me, bluffing my way through the next few minutes of our exchange and telling her to go back to Harris, cause he wants to see her.
I'll be the first to admit that it's a bit half assed, but what the hell eh? No harm ever came from a little improvisation. Yeh right, I roll my eyes, famous last words.
I notice the similarities between the two of us as I near her. We both are blonde with blue eyes and we both have the same height and build... well we actually don't have that much in common, but we kinda look similar but she has a bigger nose though (not that I'm not petty).
She has stopped to watch Jack who's counting all of poor Phillip's gold before adding it to his pile. Phillips now leaves the table, poor guy never really had a chance, I have to wonder if he normally wins poker games. She hasn't noticed me, yet. Which is nice.
I walk up to her and put my fabulous plan into action,
"Well, well, well. What 'ave we got 'ere. If it 'aint lill' miss Janey Wood. An' what would ye be doin' in the Ten Bells luv?"
My voice sounds really piratey. Go me.
Her attention snaps from the table to me, she sets my spider sense tingling. Her hand hovers above her right hip, there has to be a weapon around that area, not that I'm too concerned as my hand is in my pocket aiming my own pistol at her body, I have very large pockets.
"Wha'sit te you?" her eyes narrow with suspicion and anger. Apparently, I've made quite an impression on her already. Good.
"Tsk, tsk. I woulda thought tha' someone as clever and bright as you lass, would know te be courteous, at least to yer elders," She's getting frustrated not quite knowing how to cope with a complete stranger talking down to her.
"But yer no older than me," She all but shouts this across the room at me, throwing her arms in the air as she does.
She's right we are about the same age, I can't tell her that though, I need to wind her up, keep her off guard what I need is something really annoying, what would Sands say.
"Aye, so it would seem, luv." Rule number one when trying to annoy someone noncommittal answers, I know they really piss me off.
"What's tha' supposed to mean?" She's getting frustrated now. I smile, shrug and say, "Anythin' ye want it to luv." Ooh I'm enjoying this way too much.
She look's about ready to kill me, but much to my disappointment she doesn't try instead, visibly controling her rage she asks,
"Who are ye? an' what do ye want? I'm kind of doing something 'ere," I decide to give her a small break (though not the broken neck I would love to give her)
"Me names Linz, an Capin Harris sends ye a message lass. Ye've te go back te the Pot and get more orders while me and Sands o'er there take good care of ol'e Jack Sparrah." I nod over to where Jack and Sands are sitting at the table.
She puts her hands on her hips and rocks back on her heels, looking at me speculatively.
"Alright then wha's the code," I pause for a moment slightly put off by this comment, she smiles thinking that she's got me, smarmy bitch.
Code, code I need a fucking code.
I've had enough and can't be arsed thinking of a code. I pull out one of my knifes with my right hand (she doesn't even see it) let my gun go in my pocket. Getting up close to her, invading the hell out of her personal space, I grab the front of her shirt and head butt her square on her abnormally large nose, again she never saw it coming.
I push her against the wall and hold the knife against her throat a little higher than her actual skin so that she has to put some effort into not getting cut.
She looks at me a little dazed, blood running out of her nose, I think it might be broken. Secretly I hope she has concussion because my head hurts like hell.
"Listen you mangy cad, I've no fuckin time to be worrin 'bout codes. But if ye like I can blow me cover in front o' Jack an we can go to down the Pot and ye can explain yer'sel to Harris, tell 'im why ye be disobeyin 'is orders," I pretend to think about it for a second keeping a good grip on the knife.
"In fact tha's something that I would really like to see. What do you think he'll do to ye? Wait right 'ere an I'll go an get Sands, then we'll be off." I have one hell of a grin on my face.
She starts to freak out her attitude completely gone.
"No, no, no, there's no need. I'll go an see 'im myself. You and Sands just carry on from where you were. I'll just be going now... unless you need something else? (I shake my head) okay I'll be off then bye."
She scampers (no, really she scampered) out the door like a cockroach that's just seen the light. Is it just me or is that two people who have done that tonight? It looks like the confrontation fairy is smiling down on me tonight.
Hopefully that's the last I'll see of her, if Cat and Cash can do their jobs right. Though I must say that I'm slightly disappointed, Buck made her sound like a big heap pirate but she was just a scared little girl. Thinking of Buck brings tears to my eyes, I push them back and head back over to where the boys are still playing poker, oblivious to the scene that just went down.
As I sit down at the table I notice that the location of the piles of gold has changed drastically, Sands is now obviously winning and it looks like Jack is going to be out in this hand if he doesn't win.
He loses.
"Well tha's me I'm out," He throws his cards down on the table.
"Y'know, mister Sands for someone who has no real talent for the game ye play an awfully strong hand," He has a hint of a smile on his face which makes me think that maybe he's not entirely talking about Sands poker skills.
Sands just lifts his hands up innocently,
"Good luck, all of it. No skill at all, just pure dumb luck," He's got his "I'm so much better that you" smirk firmly in place.
For a pirate Jack seems to take losing a lot of gold quite well, maybe it's the thought of the whore or maybe he's drunk. It could be that he can't prove that Sands was cheating and so by some sort of cheaters code Sands wins.
I don't know or really care I think if I sit here and try to figure out what goes on in Jack's head I'd end up more crazy than I already am.
"Well, I'll be off then tis no good luck te keep a whore waitin fer too long," he walks over to me,
"It was nice te meet ye lass," He gives me a hug before I can protest, how much has he drunk. Sands raises an eyebrow behind his back.
His hand slides lower on my back till its cupping my ass, not an altogether bad feeling. He whispers in my ear,
"If ye ever want te have some real fun ye just find me, savvy?" with that he gives my ass a little squeeze, well more of a slow, thorough squeeze.
I didn't know that you could cause such a reaction with just a squeeze, cause damm it feels good I lean into him for just a second before I realise what I'm doing. Jumping back from him I see his grin but before I've come to the decision of whether to slap him or not, he tips his hat and gives Sands a little bow, grins/ leers one last time at me then leaves hopping away with his usual drunken swagger.
"Well, that was fun." I say picking up my empty rum jug and leaving the table and the thoroughly inebriated Mr Gibbs. Sands follows me, we get to the bar and order our drinks from Steven who serves us our drinks without repeating his previous warnings. We pay for them with Sands winnings and go and sit at the table that we were sitting at when we first came to the bar.
As I sit down I notice Sands grinning at me like I've done something real funny,
"What?" I demand he's not in my good books tonight, not that he's ever been in any other books but he has definitely pissed me off. He keeps on smiling and answers me.
"What would you have done if the pirate didn't grab you, y'know when you had the gun under the table?" The grin is still there but it widens somewhat as my face flushes with embarrassment.
"I don't... know, I didn't have a plan." I lie, the grin leaves his face.
"Don't lie, I can tell when you're lying. Seriously what would you have done?" He smiles politely, trying to coax the answer from me. He already knows what I would have done or a least must have some idea, why get me to admit it? This must be some guy thing, I hate men.
The embarrassment leaves and my cheeks go back to their normal colour.
"Whatever it took, that's what I would have done. Whatever it takes to get Buck back, to restore the balance in my head," He smiles, it's the first genuine smile I've seen from him, he seems pleased with my answer smiling and nodding his head as if agreeing with something or someone he sits back on his chair and takes a drink of rum.
"So did you get that Jane girl?" He lights up another roll-up, he's going to run out if he doesn't ration them unless that is he some how managed to get a magical never-ending supply of tobacco.
"Sort of, I sent her to the Chamber Pot so it's up to Cash and Cat now." Sands shakes his head and takes a deep draw letting it out slowly.
"We'll be seeing her again then?" His dark eyes look at me intently as he voices my fears, try as I might to shake it I can't get rid of the feeling that we haven't seen the last of her.
"Most likely, though their not totally incompetent. I have the utmost faith that Cash will do everything in his power to get the job done,"
"Oh yes I'll give him that, I'm sure he's quite the terrier once he's been set on something, but its your other little fuckbuddy that's going to be the problem she 'aint the sanest, far from it, she not exactly playing with a full deck. Still, that doesn't bother me what does however worry me slightly is the little thing that the two of them have for each other,"
"You picked up on that too," Of course he picked up on it he's not blind...well not any more.
"Yeah it's pretty obvious, besides he spends time with her and trust me only someone who wants in her panties would spend any time with her unless they were chained together and even then trust me I'd rather gnaw my arm off. "
"Or if you asked her nicely she'd prolly cut it off for you and I don't think she wears panties,"
He takes a long draw and slouches back on the chair looking at his rum his hair falling into his eyes as he does. I don't think he heard me, he looks to be holding some sort of internal debate with himself. Which is never good... at least not for me it isn't?
Whatever he'd been silently debating he seems to have come because he picks up his rum and downs it in one stands up and looks to me.
"Well we can't do anything more tonight. Let's get a room and get some sleep I know just the place and Your Captain just made us richer than we were to start."
I eye him suspiciously not quite trusting the conversation that I think he just had.
"Alright, but separate beds and he's not my Captain."
"He will be soon." He answers sneakily with a very smug smile to go with it.
"So you have a plan?" To this he keeps on smiling and walks away muttering something that sounds like "The enemy of your enemy"
I have no real choice but to follow him wondering what he's up to.
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A/n - So that's it next time we should start with Cash and Cat's pov which I'm not looking forward to.
I'm also trying to fix some spelling mistakes in the first couple of chapters but my computer aint at its best, and my boyfriends computer and mine don't get along as I have just found out.
Please read and review and if you think the next chapter is late don't hesitate to e-mail me and give me a kick up the arse (sometimes I need it). Also let me know if anything is wrong with this chapter I don't have a lot of time to check it.