Chapter Five: Because He's Captain Jack Sparrow
It was a good hour later when Jack next stirred. He looked up, seeing Ana Maria in the same position she was in when he'd fallen asleep, only now her eyes were closed, but her breathing did not have the rhythm of sleep. "'Allo, luv," he managed.
Her dark eyes cracked open and she looked at the man in her arms. "Hi there."
Jack struggled to sit up, ignoring her soft protests, and braced himself against the wall of the cell. Elizabeth was asleep on Will's shoulder, and the boy looked as if he were quickly follower his wife-to-be into oblivion and the Bruckworths sat next to each other, but no obvious closeness was apparent as was with the Turner-Swann couple. Marie Bruckworth did turn her eyes to her son. "Jack, how are you feeling?"
"Like someone tried to rip me to pieces," he answered at length. He looked down at himself and gave a half smirk. "Oh wait, they did."
"I'm sorry, Jack..." she managed.
"Why're you sorry? None of this is yer fault, 'cept maybe bringing 'im into the mess." He indicated toward Richard. "'e'll sell us all out by the end 'o this."
"Why you...." Richard began, but could not think of a retort, so he simply tried to sound threatening.
Jack's smirk broadened into his trademark grin. "Wha'? Hit the nail on the 'ead or somethin'?"
The door swung open before Richard had a chance to respond and Oliver Jameston stood in the doorway. "'ello, Jack. Had some time to regain yer wits 'bout ya?"
"For what point and purpose?" the pirate captain asked. "Another one of our lovely little chats?"
"You're catchin' on, Jack. I always knew you were bright. A bit on the crazy side, but bright never the less."
Jack grinned, neither his eyes nor his body language giving sign of any fear he might have felt. "It's amazing how often brilliance and insanity coincide, isn't it?"
"Ah yes," Oliver answered as he hauled the captain to his feet.
"What do you want from him?" Ana Maria demanded as she stood, eyes defiant.
Oliver shoved Jack out of the cell and into the rough hands of the two large men from earlier. "I want 'im to suffer more than I've suffered and I want to hear the unbreakable Captain Jack Sparrow scream for 'is bloody life. Or by the time I get done with 'im, his death." He grabbed Ana Maria's chin. "Yer a pretty thing, lass. Take 'er to me cabin."
Ana Maria's eyes widened as the meaning sank in and she struggled against the man that held her.
"NO!" Jack yelled. He'd been fairly still before, letting the men guide him in which way they wanted him, but when they touched Ana Maria his eyes lit up with an angry fire. "You leave 'er outa this, you 'ear me, Jameston? She's got nothing to do with it!"
His captor grinned. "She now has everything to do with it. She's your bonnie lass, Jack. That makes her have everything to do with it."
Ana Maria spit at his feet. "I'm no one's 'bonnie lass' got that?" she growled.
Oliver Jameston grinned. "Such spirit, I see why you like 'er, Jack." He grabbed Ana's chin again, pulling her close, yet his words were directed at her captain. "I'm going to take everything you care for, Jack," he said darkly. He leaned forward and kissed Ana, holding her down as she struggled against him. When he pulled away he licked his lips and turned toward a very angry Jack Sparrow. "And then, after I watch you wither and that spirit of yours dies, I'll kill you. Slowly, of course, but will break you, Jack, just like you tried to break me."
"I never did anythin' to you," Jack growled, trying to lunge at him, but the men that held him back were stronger.
Jameston's eyes lit up with anger. "I wanted the Pearl, Jack. That's all I ever wanted. I worked HARD on her, but then Bootstrap came along with a little lad that had run away from England. 'e wanted to become a pirate, 'e did, and by seventeen 'e'd taken over MY Pearl." By this time he was right in Jack's face, leaning in and tugging roughly at the other man's unkempt locks of black hair. "It's payback time, Jack, and it's come due long before now, and you've got interest to pay." He turned to the guard. "Take 'er to my cabin."
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Jack bit his tongue as the next blow hit. He was sure that one had broken a rib and he winced. That was the most Jameston would get out of him, though, was a wince at most. And anger. Jameston had been awarded a black eye and possibly a broken nose for trying to come at Jack. True, Jack had more injuries now from it, but it had felt strangely good to hear Jameston's own bones crack when he'd swung his foot out, using his chains to keep himself stead, and struck his captor across the face.
"Doesn't feel too nice, eh, Jack?" Jameston asked, snapping the whip that was in his hand. A lesser man would have shrank back at the sound of it cracking in the air, but Jack only looked at him with defiance.
"You 'ad just as much chance at 'er as I did, Oliver. Yer just sore I'm a better man." The blow hit, but Jack forced the pain back. "Tha's it, isn' it?" Another blow. "Yer jus'-"Another. "Sore-"Once more. "Because you loss fair, eh?"
Jameston dropped the whip and Jack smirked. The blow to the jaw wasn't expected. It sent Jack swinging back from where he hung, his wrists aching in protest.
"You need to learn the meaning of silence, Mr. Sparrow."
"Captain," Jack corrected through clenched teeth.
"Not for long." Jameston smirked. "And that girl, Ana Maria, wasn't it? Do you know how nice it'll be for me to know that you know that tonight I'll be sleeping with your lady?"
"She's not me lady," Jack answered. It was the truth in full. Sure, he'd flirted with Ana Maria, but he was Captain Jack Sparrow, he flirted with any pretty girl. That did make them lovers. Ana Maria and he were friends at best, and that was on a good day when she didn't try to break his jaw by slapping him over his comments or actions.
"I'll tell 'er you said that and maybe she'll be easier to tame, though I doubt it. Such fire in 'er, Jack, I'm sure that's why ya like 'er."
"She's part of me crew, nothin' more," Jack answered.
Jameston shook his head. "Somehow I don't believe you. That look in your eyes when I kissed her earlier. She may not be your lady, but you'd sure as hell want her to be." He waved his hand, as if dismissing the whole conversation. "Well, I'll be off to tame her. Have a good night here, Jack. I'm sure you'll be comfortable here." He smirked again. "Maybe tomorrow we can tie your friends up in here and let 'em watch. Would that be fun?"
"Sick bastard," Jack growled. He stopped, realizing that for that split second he'd lost his cool. That would never do. He let a cold smile cross his face. "Ana Maria'll teach ya about pain if ya try to touch 'er, mate. She's not one to be tamed."
"We'll see."
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Jameston entered his cabin with a smug look on his face. "Now where are you, lass?" he mumbled. He caught the vase that nearly came crashing into him before it did so. "Now that'll never work. Lovely dress."
Ana Maria tugged the vase from his grasp and threw it as hard as she could in his general direction. "Bastard," she growled.
"That's the second time today I've been called that. I'm not taking well to it."
"Good. Where's Jack?"
"Hanging in the room a ways from 'ere. 'e's got a date with Death 'erself tomorrow, dear, so I'd suggest you forget 'im."
"You won't kill 'im," Ana said defiantly.
"And why's that, missy?"
She smiled coldly. "Because he's Captain Jack Sparrow."
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It was a good hour later when Jack next stirred. He looked up, seeing Ana Maria in the same position she was in when he'd fallen asleep, only now her eyes were closed, but her breathing did not have the rhythm of sleep. "'Allo, luv," he managed.
Her dark eyes cracked open and she looked at the man in her arms. "Hi there."
Jack struggled to sit up, ignoring her soft protests, and braced himself against the wall of the cell. Elizabeth was asleep on Will's shoulder, and the boy looked as if he were quickly follower his wife-to-be into oblivion and the Bruckworths sat next to each other, but no obvious closeness was apparent as was with the Turner-Swann couple. Marie Bruckworth did turn her eyes to her son. "Jack, how are you feeling?"
"Like someone tried to rip me to pieces," he answered at length. He looked down at himself and gave a half smirk. "Oh wait, they did."
"I'm sorry, Jack..." she managed.
"Why're you sorry? None of this is yer fault, 'cept maybe bringing 'im into the mess." He indicated toward Richard. "'e'll sell us all out by the end 'o this."
"Why you...." Richard began, but could not think of a retort, so he simply tried to sound threatening.
Jack's smirk broadened into his trademark grin. "Wha'? Hit the nail on the 'ead or somethin'?"
The door swung open before Richard had a chance to respond and Oliver Jameston stood in the doorway. "'ello, Jack. Had some time to regain yer wits 'bout ya?"
"For what point and purpose?" the pirate captain asked. "Another one of our lovely little chats?"
"You're catchin' on, Jack. I always knew you were bright. A bit on the crazy side, but bright never the less."
Jack grinned, neither his eyes nor his body language giving sign of any fear he might have felt. "It's amazing how often brilliance and insanity coincide, isn't it?"
"Ah yes," Oliver answered as he hauled the captain to his feet.
"What do you want from him?" Ana Maria demanded as she stood, eyes defiant.
Oliver shoved Jack out of the cell and into the rough hands of the two large men from earlier. "I want 'im to suffer more than I've suffered and I want to hear the unbreakable Captain Jack Sparrow scream for 'is bloody life. Or by the time I get done with 'im, his death." He grabbed Ana Maria's chin. "Yer a pretty thing, lass. Take 'er to me cabin."
Ana Maria's eyes widened as the meaning sank in and she struggled against the man that held her.
"NO!" Jack yelled. He'd been fairly still before, letting the men guide him in which way they wanted him, but when they touched Ana Maria his eyes lit up with an angry fire. "You leave 'er outa this, you 'ear me, Jameston? She's got nothing to do with it!"
His captor grinned. "She now has everything to do with it. She's your bonnie lass, Jack. That makes her have everything to do with it."
Ana Maria spit at his feet. "I'm no one's 'bonnie lass' got that?" she growled.
Oliver Jameston grinned. "Such spirit, I see why you like 'er, Jack." He grabbed Ana's chin again, pulling her close, yet his words were directed at her captain. "I'm going to take everything you care for, Jack," he said darkly. He leaned forward and kissed Ana, holding her down as she struggled against him. When he pulled away he licked his lips and turned toward a very angry Jack Sparrow. "And then, after I watch you wither and that spirit of yours dies, I'll kill you. Slowly, of course, but will break you, Jack, just like you tried to break me."
"I never did anythin' to you," Jack growled, trying to lunge at him, but the men that held him back were stronger.
Jameston's eyes lit up with anger. "I wanted the Pearl, Jack. That's all I ever wanted. I worked HARD on her, but then Bootstrap came along with a little lad that had run away from England. 'e wanted to become a pirate, 'e did, and by seventeen 'e'd taken over MY Pearl." By this time he was right in Jack's face, leaning in and tugging roughly at the other man's unkempt locks of black hair. "It's payback time, Jack, and it's come due long before now, and you've got interest to pay." He turned to the guard. "Take 'er to my cabin."
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Jack bit his tongue as the next blow hit. He was sure that one had broken a rib and he winced. That was the most Jameston would get out of him, though, was a wince at most. And anger. Jameston had been awarded a black eye and possibly a broken nose for trying to come at Jack. True, Jack had more injuries now from it, but it had felt strangely good to hear Jameston's own bones crack when he'd swung his foot out, using his chains to keep himself stead, and struck his captor across the face.
"Doesn't feel too nice, eh, Jack?" Jameston asked, snapping the whip that was in his hand. A lesser man would have shrank back at the sound of it cracking in the air, but Jack only looked at him with defiance.
"You 'ad just as much chance at 'er as I did, Oliver. Yer just sore I'm a better man." The blow hit, but Jack forced the pain back. "Tha's it, isn' it?" Another blow. "Yer jus'-"Another. "Sore-"Once more. "Because you loss fair, eh?"
Jameston dropped the whip and Jack smirked. The blow to the jaw wasn't expected. It sent Jack swinging back from where he hung, his wrists aching in protest.
"You need to learn the meaning of silence, Mr. Sparrow."
"Captain," Jack corrected through clenched teeth.
"Not for long." Jameston smirked. "And that girl, Ana Maria, wasn't it? Do you know how nice it'll be for me to know that you know that tonight I'll be sleeping with your lady?"
"She's not me lady," Jack answered. It was the truth in full. Sure, he'd flirted with Ana Maria, but he was Captain Jack Sparrow, he flirted with any pretty girl. That did make them lovers. Ana Maria and he were friends at best, and that was on a good day when she didn't try to break his jaw by slapping him over his comments or actions.
"I'll tell 'er you said that and maybe she'll be easier to tame, though I doubt it. Such fire in 'er, Jack, I'm sure that's why ya like 'er."
"She's part of me crew, nothin' more," Jack answered.
Jameston shook his head. "Somehow I don't believe you. That look in your eyes when I kissed her earlier. She may not be your lady, but you'd sure as hell want her to be." He waved his hand, as if dismissing the whole conversation. "Well, I'll be off to tame her. Have a good night here, Jack. I'm sure you'll be comfortable here." He smirked again. "Maybe tomorrow we can tie your friends up in here and let 'em watch. Would that be fun?"
"Sick bastard," Jack growled. He stopped, realizing that for that split second he'd lost his cool. That would never do. He let a cold smile cross his face. "Ana Maria'll teach ya about pain if ya try to touch 'er, mate. She's not one to be tamed."
"We'll see."
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Jameston entered his cabin with a smug look on his face. "Now where are you, lass?" he mumbled. He caught the vase that nearly came crashing into him before it did so. "Now that'll never work. Lovely dress."
Ana Maria tugged the vase from his grasp and threw it as hard as she could in his general direction. "Bastard," she growled.
"That's the second time today I've been called that. I'm not taking well to it."
"Good. Where's Jack?"
"Hanging in the room a ways from 'ere. 'e's got a date with Death 'erself tomorrow, dear, so I'd suggest you forget 'im."
"You won't kill 'im," Ana said defiantly.
"And why's that, missy?"
She smiled coldly. "Because he's Captain Jack Sparrow."
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