Another post so soon....I couldn't resist ;)
Jack examined the map by holding it centemetres from his face and cocking his head to the side.
"And you say this leads to Morgans treasure? Savvy?"
Bonny nodded. "I ...borrowed it off a pirate called Player."
"Borrowed you say?" Unerving piercing look.
She gave a small smile. "He was stone drunk at the time. Out trying to recruit crew members." Good lie, even if she thought so herself.
Jack scowled. "Mangy cur that he is ,probobly tried press ganging." He sighed and leaned into her, elbows splayed on the table. "And what is it you want me to do, Darlin?"
"I want you to get the treasure!" She nibbled her nails. "I'm a little...down on my luck at the moment, this is what I need!"
He narrowed his eyes suddenly. "You wouldn't be trying to run a rig on me, would ya?"
"What?"
"Trying to hudwink me? Trick a pirate captain? T'wouldn't be the wisest thing to do, me darlin'." There was a definate tone of menace in his voice.
Suppressing a shiver, she gave a bright smile. "I wouldn't think for one moment that you could be mislead. And trust me, dealing with pirates was a last resort. I'd rather play with a python"
There was a tense moment as Jack scrutenised her face. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, staring at her down the length of his nose.
"Wass yer name anyway lass?"
"Bonny. Bonny Read." The commadore was very specific about her mentioning her name.
Not bothering to supress a grin, he said, "Oh, are ye. And what would be the names of yer shamed parents?"
Glancing away, she gave a slight shrug. "I dunno."
Still grinning his infuriating grin, he said nonchalantly, "You do know that you are named after the two most famous woman pirates. Don't ye?" Bonny scowled as he lightly tapped his finger on her cheek. "Bit...unusual, dontcha think."
Knocking his hand away, she snapped. "It really doesn't matter what I am named. Will you take the mission or not?"
Jack stroked his beard thoughtfully for a few moments, then nodded.
"I suppose. The pearls gettin' a bit lonely for the wind. "
"Good. So we'll split it fifty/fifty."
"I doubt it Darlin. Hows about 90/10. Ye see, you'll be lucky if ye get any back at all. Manys a pirate would take the loot and dissapear."
Bonny prepared herself for the best acting of her life; convince him she doesn't trust him a bit, that she wanted the treasure. That all of this wasn't just an idea cooked up by the commadore. That in one week she wouldn't be named as the lost heir of the O' Learys and living a life of luxury.
"Thats why I'm coming with you." She crossed her arms and looked as stubborn as possible. "I'm making sure I get my share."
The lamplight shone off his gold teeth as he cracked a smirk wide enough to split his skull.
"Oh really. And what makes you think yer cut out for life on a pirate ship?"
"Because I want treasure!" Bonny didn't realise it, but she sounded more believeable now. She fell back into her street brogue unnoticed. Jack tilted his head a little and noted her eyes flashing with every word.
"Pick-pocketing aint no way of life. It keeps you fed for one day, maybe two, but then ye gotta get back out. Every weather, every day. And ye don't get no rest, no day off. No cosy nights sleep.
"And every day the men here are tryin' it on, trying to get me to be one of them-" she jerked her head at some strumpets. She met his stare fiercely. "And I'm no whore! I'm getting off this damn island, even if it kills me."
Jack narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Who was she trying to convince?" he wondered.
"So basically," he said in a slow slur,"you 'n me are just the same. You do it yer way, and me mine, but in the end, we're both thieves."
Her eyes flashed, but she said nothing.
Jack sighed and stood up. "Be at the docks at dawn tommorrow. And bring the map. Do we 'ave an accord?" He held out his hand.
She hesitated then shook it. "See you at dawn."
Jack watched her thin form hurry out of the bar.
"Interesting."
Jack examined the map by holding it centemetres from his face and cocking his head to the side.
"And you say this leads to Morgans treasure? Savvy?"
Bonny nodded. "I ...borrowed it off a pirate called Player."
"Borrowed you say?" Unerving piercing look.
She gave a small smile. "He was stone drunk at the time. Out trying to recruit crew members." Good lie, even if she thought so herself.
Jack scowled. "Mangy cur that he is ,probobly tried press ganging." He sighed and leaned into her, elbows splayed on the table. "And what is it you want me to do, Darlin?"
"I want you to get the treasure!" She nibbled her nails. "I'm a little...down on my luck at the moment, this is what I need!"
He narrowed his eyes suddenly. "You wouldn't be trying to run a rig on me, would ya?"
"What?"
"Trying to hudwink me? Trick a pirate captain? T'wouldn't be the wisest thing to do, me darlin'." There was a definate tone of menace in his voice.
Suppressing a shiver, she gave a bright smile. "I wouldn't think for one moment that you could be mislead. And trust me, dealing with pirates was a last resort. I'd rather play with a python"
There was a tense moment as Jack scrutenised her face. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, staring at her down the length of his nose.
"Wass yer name anyway lass?"
"Bonny. Bonny Read." The commadore was very specific about her mentioning her name.
Not bothering to supress a grin, he said, "Oh, are ye. And what would be the names of yer shamed parents?"
Glancing away, she gave a slight shrug. "I dunno."
Still grinning his infuriating grin, he said nonchalantly, "You do know that you are named after the two most famous woman pirates. Don't ye?" Bonny scowled as he lightly tapped his finger on her cheek. "Bit...unusual, dontcha think."
Knocking his hand away, she snapped. "It really doesn't matter what I am named. Will you take the mission or not?"
Jack stroked his beard thoughtfully for a few moments, then nodded.
"I suppose. The pearls gettin' a bit lonely for the wind. "
"Good. So we'll split it fifty/fifty."
"I doubt it Darlin. Hows about 90/10. Ye see, you'll be lucky if ye get any back at all. Manys a pirate would take the loot and dissapear."
Bonny prepared herself for the best acting of her life; convince him she doesn't trust him a bit, that she wanted the treasure. That all of this wasn't just an idea cooked up by the commadore. That in one week she wouldn't be named as the lost heir of the O' Learys and living a life of luxury.
"Thats why I'm coming with you." She crossed her arms and looked as stubborn as possible. "I'm making sure I get my share."
The lamplight shone off his gold teeth as he cracked a smirk wide enough to split his skull.
"Oh really. And what makes you think yer cut out for life on a pirate ship?"
"Because I want treasure!" Bonny didn't realise it, but she sounded more believeable now. She fell back into her street brogue unnoticed. Jack tilted his head a little and noted her eyes flashing with every word.
"Pick-pocketing aint no way of life. It keeps you fed for one day, maybe two, but then ye gotta get back out. Every weather, every day. And ye don't get no rest, no day off. No cosy nights sleep.
"And every day the men here are tryin' it on, trying to get me to be one of them-" she jerked her head at some strumpets. She met his stare fiercely. "And I'm no whore! I'm getting off this damn island, even if it kills me."
Jack narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. "Who was she trying to convince?" he wondered.
"So basically," he said in a slow slur,"you 'n me are just the same. You do it yer way, and me mine, but in the end, we're both thieves."
Her eyes flashed, but she said nothing.
Jack sighed and stood up. "Be at the docks at dawn tommorrow. And bring the map. Do we 'ave an accord?" He held out his hand.
She hesitated then shook it. "See you at dawn."
Jack watched her thin form hurry out of the bar.
"Interesting."