Chapter 2

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Christina and Heather, or Eris and Marina, sat and talked with Captain Jack Sparrow, while the men in the other cell continued to try and get the keys from the dog.

"So, where ye from?" he asked causally.

Christina and Heather looked at each other. "Uh." Christina started.

"We from Georgia." Heather said in her best Scarlett O'Hara voice. Christina glared at her and Jack gave her a weird look.

"Desolé." She mumbled. She got up, walked to the other side of the cell, sat down and started watching the men in the other cell.

"Heath.Marina, what did that mean?" Christina asked, annoyed. Jack was still confused. "She speaks French and there are some words I still don't know." When Heather didn't answer she added in a whisper. "She also tends to get pissed off easily."

"Oohh."

"It means 'sorry'" Heather mumbled. After a few minutes Jack stood from where he sat next to Christina. He swaggered to the other side of the cell where she sat and sank down beside her.

"Where's Georgia?" he slurred, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

"It's in America." She answered cautiously.

"Oh, the British colonies?"

"Yep."

"What ship ye from, Marina?" he asked in her ear. She shivered.

"Um.um.um." she looked back at Christina.

"Which one?" Christina asked. "The most recent? Or do you want the entire list?"

"Recent." He said still looking at Heather. He moved closer until she was almost sitting in his lap.

"Hey, Sparrow! Not fair that you get the girls!" said on of the men in the other cell.

"Just lucky I guess." Jack laughed, nuzzling Heather's ear. "You didn't answer my question."

"The.Twilight Morning." She answered.

"Twilight Morning?"

"Kind of an Oxy Moron, but she was a nice ship." Christina laughed, feeling a little jealous of the attention her friend was getting.

Who knows what Jack was going to say for a sudden cannon blast sounded through the night. Then another. Jack jumped to his feet and raced to the small window that faced the harbor.

"I know those cannons!" he exclaimed. The men in the other cell also went to there windows. "It's the Black Pearl!" he breathed.

"I've heard tales.It's been plundering ships and settlements for nigh on ten years...never leaves any survivors." One man cried.

"No survivors, huh? Where do the stories come from, ya think?" Jack laughed.

Just then there was another blast and a cannonball blasted through the cell wall. The opening was just big enough in the other cell so the men could get out. Unfortunately, the opening was only big enough in their cell to let maybe a mouse through.

"I guess you don't have any luck at all, mate." One man said as he slipped out of the cell. Jack and Christina gave the men a death glare before racing to the cell door. The dog lay with the keys in his mouth about a yard and a half away from the door. They started making cooing noises at the dog, and waving a bone around in front of it, making complete fools out of themselves. Heather just laughed.

"What are you laughing about?" Christina demanded.

"Nothing, Eris. Just keep trying." Heather laughed. Christina just glared before turning back to her task. Slowly with the encouragement of Christina the dog stood up and took a couple of steps closer. Then it dropped the keys and walked up to Christina. Heather burst out laughing when the dog leaned into Christina's hand.

"Good one, Eris." She kept laughing.

"Shut up, Marina! At least I got the dog!"

Just then there was a bang from upstairs. The dog picked up the keys and ran downstairs. The three of them looked at each other. Then two ugly pirates came down the stairs.

"This isn't the armory!" one cried.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" the other smiled as he walked up to their cell. "Two beautiful women and." he took a closer look at Jack then spat at his feet. "And Captain Jack Sparrow!"

Jack gave his best smile as the other said, "Last time I saw you, you were on a god-forsaken island shrieking into the distance. From the looks of things your fortunes haven't improved much. Though the company looks better." He eyed Heather and Christina.

"I'd worry about my own fortunes, mate. The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers." Jack taunted. Suddenly the darker of the two pirates reached through the bars and grabbed Jack by the throat, his arm turning into that of a skeleton in the moonlight. Heather wrinkled her nose at the sight.

"So there is a curse. That's interesting." Jack mumbled.

"You know nothing of hell!" the pirate said as he flung Jack away and left the jail with the other pirate.

"That's very interesting."