~Sorry for the delay, I got busy then lazy! Here is the next chp!~

Alyssium

Ch6: Family

"Dead? What do you mean dead?" Jack asked, unable to comprehend.

"I mean dead, gone, etcetera." Nia cried, her voice barely above a whisper. It was then that he realized it, his father was dead.

"How?" he asked, unable to stop the tears that came.

"I don't know… I-"

"No, just come here." he told her, as he gathered her into his arms. There they cried on each other's shoulders. It was a moment of sorrow, it was a moment of truth. Once that moment was over, it was time for revenge.

"I need to go and gather some supplies." he said, slipping into a shirt and pants.

"No, don't" Nia begged, knowing that he wasn't going for supplies, he was going for revenge.

"We don't need any more deaths…"

"I won't kill anyone, love, I just want answers." he reassured her, as he walked out the door. There, Nia waited, pacing and wondering what in the bloody hell Jack was doing.

Jack walked onto the beach, and seeing the dead bodies, began to cry all over again. He slowly pulled the bodies into the ocean, and watched them sail off into the sea.

"So long, old friend!" he called before heading into town.

He walked into the main bar in town, and ordered a drink.

If anyone were to know how they died, someone in here would… He told himself. He soon began to observe the people around him as he nursed his drink. It was not long before he found who he was looking for.

She was a young woman, probably younger than him, and attractive.

Damn attractive! Jack thought. If he had not been engaged, he might have pursued the ideas forming in his mind. He called her over, and smiled as she took her sweet time getting to him.

"Well, well, well don't we look 'andsome today?" she asked in that sultry voice of hers. The accent quickly reminded him of Nia, but he bit back all thoughts and went with it.

"Yeah, and you are just about the most sexiest thing on two legs that has ever entered this bar." he returned, giving her a slow, easy smile. He saw the light in her eyes, and knew that it was working.

"May I sit down, monsieur?" she asked, surprising him with her French.

"Uhh, sure," he said, then regaining his confidence,

"Why don't you?" She complied by sitting on his lap, her head facing his. It was not long before her lips and tongue were toying with his ear.

Lord help me! He cried, thinking of Nia. When her hands began to wander, she forced her lips to his. The kiss had little passion, but the whore didn't seem to notice.

"Why you so sweet!" she exclaimed,

"What can I do for you?"

"You can answer a question. One of my friends was murdered last night, do you know anything about it?" he asked, and watched her eyes change from playful to dark.

"I don't know anything about it." she retorted.

"Yes, I think you do." he answered, then cupping her breast in his hands, he said,

"If you tell me, I'll make it worth your time." At that, she let out a loud laugh, rich and full of delight.

"Oh 'oney, I can get any man I want in this bloody bar, why would I care about you?"

"Because," he whispered into her ear,

"I know moves, you haven't even heard of." He waited a minute, then heard her sigh.

"All right, I'll tell you." she shifted, obviously uncomfortable.

"It all started when those damn bloody pirates invaded the governor's 'ouse. One of them, I'm not exactly sure which one, crashed into a lantern, waking the governor 'imself. 'E followed them to the beach with ten of 'is men. It did not take long before things to get out of 'and. The next thing I know is that my sister, the personal maid to the governor, is tellin' me not to say a word, and that a pirate was killed."

At this news, Jack's heart froze, governor?

"And what would the name of that governor be?" he asked, brushing his lips across hers and running his hands down her hips.

"Well…" she paused, biting her lips and sighing. At this, Jack knew she would need some convincing. His hands rode further down her hips and began to move them in small circles, making her smile.

"I think his name was James Sparrow. Yeah James Sparrow, religious guy…" she said and sent him her sweetest smile.

James Sparrow!? My father!? Jack cried, as his thoughts raced.

"Now, why don't we go back to me 'ouse…" her voice interrupted his thoughts. Shaken, he shook his head,

"No I have to go." he said. As he started to stand up, but felt a painful sting as she slapped his face.

"You son of a bitch! I may be a whore, but I'm not a -"

Catching her drift, he let her rave on while he dropped a bag of money on the desk and walked out. He never looked back, he knew she wasn't following him. And he was at the door when he heard her laughter float through the air.

Doesn't matter, he mused, Better she forget I ever existed. He made his way towards the governor's house, his house…

No, not any more, he told himself, not anymore….

When he got to the house, his mind was only set upon one thing and one thing only, revenge.

"Yes, I was capable of killing him then, as well as I am now, mate. His death, however, was not as important to me as what happened next. I don't have any regrets about what happened, love, nor will I ever. I did what needed to be done, what I had to do as a man and as a pirate, savvy?"