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They caught up with the rest of the crew in a tavern called the Modest Muse, which was anything but modest, and the only inspiration it was likely to be doing was inspiring a life of crime. Bonny stared around, her nose wrinkling at the grungy sawdust on the floor, the unmatched furniture and the dodgy charactors seated around the flickering candles.
"Not up to yer usual standards love?"
"No. No one worth robbin' in this place."
Leading her to a table he whispered, "There's more than one way to rob someone."
He took a weather beaten pack of cards out of his coat and sat at the table with a flourish.
"Anyone up for a game of cards?"


An hour and a half later, Bonny and Jack faced each other with an equal share of gold. Everyone else had folded and were betting on the winner. Gibbs, suprisingly, had bet on Bonny. He sat beside her egging her on.
"Come on lass, beat Jack and ye can have that pleasure cruise ye wanted."
Bonny met Jacks gaze from across the table and took a swig of rum. Supressing a cough, she tried to look confidant.
Jack had the ultimate poker face, his dark eyes were unreadable, his mouth in a continuous lopsided smirk. He tapped the cards against his teeth and watched Bonny with a glint in his eyes.
"Well love, do you fold?"
Bonny laughed loudly and gave a bright smile.
"Hardly. I raise you-" she flicked her last coins on the pile. "Everything i've got."
"Interesting." Jack did the same, then fixed her with a piercing look. "What do ye got?"
There was a tremulous silence as the crew held their breath.
"Three tens."
Everyone gasped, then stared at Jack. Gibbs was gripping Bonnys arm quite painfully.
Jack placed his cards on the table with more than a trace of smugness.
"Four fours."
The table uproared. There were a few curses aimed at Bonny.
"Don' worry lass." Gibbs sympathised."He's never been beaten."
Bonny narrowed her eyes at Jack as the table emptied. "How did you know I was bluffing?"
A lazy smile lit Jacks features and he tapped his nose. Or near his nose anyway.
"That would give it away Darlin'."
"Euch!" She pushed away from the table and stomped to the bar.
Gibbs bought her a drink of Nelson's folly, or rum, he translated.
He gave her a reluctant smile. "Yer not all bad. Anyone that can give Jack a run for his money is arright by me."
"Thanks."
"Jus' jus'." Gibbs donned a look of drunken seriousness and raised a warning finger. "Jus' be careful lassie. I hope ye know what yer doin'"
A cold feeling swamped Bonnys stomach.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm jus' sayin' that there more than one side to Captain Jack Sparrow. If ye cross him, he won't forget it."
She paled slightly and glanced at Jack. He looked his usual self; quite intoxicated with a smug, self-satisfied expression, and his eyes following some women on the other side of the tavern.
"Hmmmf." She looked sceptical.
"Jus' remember firs' and foremost he's a pirate. And he don't let no one stand in his way."
Bonny watched Jack swagger towards the women and suddenly felt quite thirsty. She knocked her drink back and gasped. Then ordered another.


Jack was feeling pleasantly tipsy. He had found a new friend called...Emma? Elaine? Anyway she was quite the buxom wench and very...friendly.
But there was too much noise. It was interrupting his...conversation. He frowned across the room, trying to glare away the laughter. Until he heard his name. Without the captain part. And more laughter.
Rolling into a stance, accidentally spilling the woman off his knee, he peered at the crowd. That was when he noticed her. Wearing his hat, and his coat and walking in a way that was quite familiar to him.
"Be back in a minute Edele," he slurred and strode (staggered) towards the crowd.
"Its Susan!" Someone yelled behind him. She sounded angry. Glad it wasn't at him.
His crew were in hysterics, laughing their arses off at Bonny.
He glared daggers at the back of her head, willing her to shut up. Her curls had come undone and were rolling down the back of his coat, which was miles to long for her and his coat. His hat, his favorite hat, his only hat, was perched at a jaunty angle on her head and she sashayed up and down in front of the crew.
"Don't worry Darlin'," she slurred, her voice as deep and gravelly as she could make it, which wasn't much. "She don't mean nothing to me. Nothin'."
Another round of laughter from the crew.
"Easy on the goods Darlin', savvy?"
More laughter.
A suspicion was beginning to form in Jacks mind, and he didn't like it one bit.
"Its Captain," Bonny said, throwing in as much head tilting, hair swinging and hand waving as possible. "Captain Jack Sparrow." That did it.
The laughter was enormous. Until they saw him. With much elbow nudging and head slapping the crew hushed by degrees and stared at him slackjawed.
Bonny continued obliviously. She turned with a twirl and a grin.
"Thats inter-" She froze, stumbling a little.
Jack stared down at her, fists on his hips, saying nothing.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips full and parted. Her curls fell about her eyes which were animated and sparkling like jewels.
Jack blinked, and all anger died away. But he wasn't about to tell her that.
"A word Read. If you please."
The crew slunk away, their mutinous metaphorical tails between their legs.
Bonny paled a little, but tilted her head in defiance. She had guts, he had to give her that. He grabbed her elbow and led her to a quiet corner where he faced her with as ferocious a frown as he could make, in present circumstances.
She stepped back and into the wall.
He lessened the frown.
She folded her arms across her chest and glared up at him.
"I don'- I don't care if you're angry." She said. "The crew found it verrry funny."
"That is the point, Savvy? I can't have them laughing at their Captain."
She snorted loudly. "Their Captain was busy elsewhere."
"And so would they be if ye weren't distractin' them."
"Hah!" She jabbed a finger at him-missing wildly. "And what kind of esha-sha - eshample is that to be showin' them, huh? Off with a diff- diff, a new flooshy every night of the week!"
It dawned on Jack that the girl was drunk. Very drunk. He didn't bother to hide his grin.
"And that bothers ye, does it?"
"Hah!" she said again, even louder. A few heads turned in their direction.
"If you think I care about who falls for your 'charms'" she gave an approximation of a disdainful stare," you must be more mad than ya look!"
"Ah." His grin widened. "So ye noticed my charms then."
"Wha'?" She gaped at him, then shook her head wildly. The hat fell over her eyes in the process, so she glared at him from under the brim.
"I want you to get this perfectlyly shtraight, I will never never never find you anything other than sizz- fizz- physicalaly reppellant!"
Jack caught her finger as she waved it at him.
"But you forget one thing Darlin'." He leaned dangerously close. "I can tell when you're lying."
Bonny blushed, went pale, then blushed again. For once she seemed at a loss for words. Then she kicked him. Hard. In his special area. In his favorite area. He groaned and bent over double.
"Never never damage the goods Darlin'," he puffed, his voice slightly higher than normal.
She stood defiantly, holding a wooden pillar for balance. "Thats how much I care about yer goods." She smirked. "Try getting some 'pleasurable comp'ny tonight."
She strode off, hitting tables on the way, and weaving like a whirlimijig. He would have shot her, if he could just catch his breath.