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The blast of the gunshot woke Jack immediately. He groaned at clutched his head. "Wasss goin on?" He slurred. Then he saw Mare holding a pistol, his pistol. Hollowness crept into Jack. His headache vanished.
"No." He whispered hoarsely. "NOOOOO!" I bolted forward and knocked Mare to the ground, snatching the pistol from her hand. But it was true small whips of smoke trailed from the barrel. His agony turned to anger, quickly. He wheeled on Mare and snatched her shirt collar. Mare stayed still, for she was petrified. She never knew that Jack could get this enraged. "Do-you-have-any-idea-what-you-have-done? DO YOU HAVE A BLOODY CLUE WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE? You RUINED me that is what you done you stupid whelp!" He released Mare and slumped to his knees, staring brokenly at the pistol. Mare was having difficulty breathing, her breath came is short ragged gasps. She wanted to run, but part of her wanted to stay, to try and fix what she committed, whatever she had done. She crawled quietly to Jack and lightly touched his arm. He looked up slowly and sighed, then shook his head. "You didn't know better, sorry love." He looked her squarely in the eye. "That shot which you fired was meant for one person, one person alone. And it sure was not for that git down there." He gestured with his head, to the man who Mare had shot. She looked closely and saw that he was not dead, and she had simply shot his thigh, and had been knocked unconscious with his fall. Jack was looking at the bleeding mess, and sighed. "We better go clean up that mess." The replaced the latter and descended to the ground floor. As they helped keep the man from bleeding to death, Jack told his story. "I was captain of the grandest ship in the Caribbean once. Yeah, I was captain of the Black Pearl." Mare snapped her head around, and looked at Jack wide-eyed. Jack held up his hands. "I know, no one thought that the Pearl existed, but it does and for a time, I was her captain. I was on a mission of my own, looking for the Isla de Muerta. Now, one night my first Mate came to me and said all's a fair share, so I foolishly gave 'em up, the barings. Next thing I know, theres 'bout 45 pistols in me face. Next morning, They left me on an island to die, the bastereds. I was there for days, then I escaped. Now, when a pirate is marooned they get one shot. When I saw my first mate sail away on my ship, I swore I'd kill 'em with that one shot." He finished savagely. But his face went blank when he looked at the man. "And now I have broken my own oath." Mare contemplated the problem for second, then an idea came to her. She whipped out her knife and gestured for his. Puzzled, he handed it over. The she motioned for him to sit on the man. He did so, again puzzled. Mare took a deep breath and began her work. The man was instantly awake and howling. Mare stuffed a stick between his teeth and continued her work. The man looked wildly around. Jack patted his face. "No worries mate, she's just...what the hell is you doing love? Mare rolled her shoulder back revealing the two knives embedded into the man's shoulder. Jack yelped. "What the-?" He turned slightly white and turned away, moments later Mare heard the swish of liquid inside a bottle. Mare hit him and he turned, not bothering to hide the bottle of rum in his fist. She held out her hand and he scoffed. "Now I was pretty young when I started drinking, mate, but your-" she snickered and snatched the bottle. She bit off the cap and spat it out. Then carefully she poured a little of the rum on the wound. The man wiggled furiously. She slapped him then continued to maneuver through tissue and muscle. Within a few minutes, she saw the dark, steel musket ball. With great concentration, she wedged her two knives around it and gingerly pulled the ball out. She dropped the bloody musket ball into her hand and offered it to Jack. He smiled and chuckled, taking the bullet, ignoring the blood. "That's gotta count for something."
The blast of the gunshot woke Jack immediately. He groaned at clutched his head. "Wasss goin on?" He slurred. Then he saw Mare holding a pistol, his pistol. Hollowness crept into Jack. His headache vanished.
"No." He whispered hoarsely. "NOOOOO!" I bolted forward and knocked Mare to the ground, snatching the pistol from her hand. But it was true small whips of smoke trailed from the barrel. His agony turned to anger, quickly. He wheeled on Mare and snatched her shirt collar. Mare stayed still, for she was petrified. She never knew that Jack could get this enraged. "Do-you-have-any-idea-what-you-have-done? DO YOU HAVE A BLOODY CLUE WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE? You RUINED me that is what you done you stupid whelp!" He released Mare and slumped to his knees, staring brokenly at the pistol. Mare was having difficulty breathing, her breath came is short ragged gasps. She wanted to run, but part of her wanted to stay, to try and fix what she committed, whatever she had done. She crawled quietly to Jack and lightly touched his arm. He looked up slowly and sighed, then shook his head. "You didn't know better, sorry love." He looked her squarely in the eye. "That shot which you fired was meant for one person, one person alone. And it sure was not for that git down there." He gestured with his head, to the man who Mare had shot. She looked closely and saw that he was not dead, and she had simply shot his thigh, and had been knocked unconscious with his fall. Jack was looking at the bleeding mess, and sighed. "We better go clean up that mess." The replaced the latter and descended to the ground floor. As they helped keep the man from bleeding to death, Jack told his story. "I was captain of the grandest ship in the Caribbean once. Yeah, I was captain of the Black Pearl." Mare snapped her head around, and looked at Jack wide-eyed. Jack held up his hands. "I know, no one thought that the Pearl existed, but it does and for a time, I was her captain. I was on a mission of my own, looking for the Isla de Muerta. Now, one night my first Mate came to me and said all's a fair share, so I foolishly gave 'em up, the barings. Next thing I know, theres 'bout 45 pistols in me face. Next morning, They left me on an island to die, the bastereds. I was there for days, then I escaped. Now, when a pirate is marooned they get one shot. When I saw my first mate sail away on my ship, I swore I'd kill 'em with that one shot." He finished savagely. But his face went blank when he looked at the man. "And now I have broken my own oath." Mare contemplated the problem for second, then an idea came to her. She whipped out her knife and gestured for his. Puzzled, he handed it over. The she motioned for him to sit on the man. He did so, again puzzled. Mare took a deep breath and began her work. The man was instantly awake and howling. Mare stuffed a stick between his teeth and continued her work. The man looked wildly around. Jack patted his face. "No worries mate, she's just...what the hell is you doing love? Mare rolled her shoulder back revealing the two knives embedded into the man's shoulder. Jack yelped. "What the-?" He turned slightly white and turned away, moments later Mare heard the swish of liquid inside a bottle. Mare hit him and he turned, not bothering to hide the bottle of rum in his fist. She held out her hand and he scoffed. "Now I was pretty young when I started drinking, mate, but your-" she snickered and snatched the bottle. She bit off the cap and spat it out. Then carefully she poured a little of the rum on the wound. The man wiggled furiously. She slapped him then continued to maneuver through tissue and muscle. Within a few minutes, she saw the dark, steel musket ball. With great concentration, she wedged her two knives around it and gingerly pulled the ball out. She dropped the bloody musket ball into her hand and offered it to Jack. He smiled and chuckled, taking the bullet, ignoring the blood. "That's gotta count for something."