A/N Wow!! Chapter twenty two!! Er.yeah anyway please read and review!! Many
Thanks!! JessieRose.
Chapter Twenty Two.
Will sat shocked, not believing the story Gibbs had just told him. Jack stood in the door way, a look of disapproval on his face. Jo stood behind him.
"Exactly Jack, so when Tuleus learns you're here, you're as good as dead."
"He didn't kill me then, so he won't kill me know." Jack said, more confident then he felt.
"Hmmm, I'd call that wishful thinking." She muttered.
"Hey, one question though Jack, if you left Jo without saying goodbye, how'd you know where she lived?" Will asked.
"I didn't, but this is the abandoned hotel." Jack explained.
She shrugged, sarcastically. "I'm sentimental." She said with a look a cross between evil and annoyed, plastered across her face. "So like I was saying, who will barter wit' Jack? Last time he was 'ere he started a full fledged rebellion and killed the Garter."
"Er.technically you started the rebellion." Jack pointed out.
She scowled.
"I started it." He said, as she frowned at him.
"Good, I'm glad we sorted that one out. Now you can just leave now, before we're all caught and."
"You know your dead uptight for a prostitute." Jack remarked.
She sighed. "I wouldn't be a very good prostitute if I didn't have my head, now would I?"
"Look Tuleus isn't going to kill us? We'll just repair the Pearl and go, savvy?"
She nodded with a smile. "Alright then, oh and Jack?"
"Aye?"
"Next time, don't come back."
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It was a week later, Jo had organised all dealings with the local merchants. Jack had hardly had to do anything, he had the crew to fix up his ship, and Jo to make the deals. He did have to pay for everything, of course. So those necklaces he had swiped from the various market stalls suddenly came in handy.
His ship was almost in complete working order, but his jubilation was short lived. He was strutting through the market, swiping as per usual. He had started up a good business now, and most of his supplies, including the rum, he had bartered for with the jewellery. It seemed a better currency on Rhydon then money. His bronzed hand withdrew from the stall, containing a gold necklace. He made to walk off but was grabbed from behind.
"I think you've forgotten somethin', sir." The guard said, grinning, showing his yellowing teeth.
Jack smiled. "And what would that be?" "To pay." "Thief!" The stall holder shouted out.
The cry rang out in the market. "Thief! Thief!"
"Oh where, Bessie?"
"Over there dear!"
"Thief, thief."
Once more the market came to standstill, only this time it was Jack's hand resting under the knife.
The guard grinned, as he held Jack's hand down with one dirty big hand, and lifted up the rusty blade with the other. The blade was coated in a layer of dry blood. Jack looked at in, slightly shocked. He'd been caught! He'd been caught! He'd never been caught before! He shook his head to snap himself out of it, there would be time enough later to reflect on where he'd gone wrong, but right now he had to concentrate on saving his hand, and most probably his life, judging on the rusty blade and the grinning guard.
"You don't want to be doing that mate." Jack said, forcing a grin on to his face.
"Oh really, you know what, that's what they all say, but believe me I do." The stall holder said. "Thieves pay for their crimes."
"But your over charged prices is thieving from the people!" Jack shouted. Jack could of kicked himself over the last remark. The last thing he wanted to do was start another bloody rebellion, again!
The people of the market began to talk in hushed whispers comparing prices with raised eyebrows.
"You paid how much?" One woman exclaimed as she stared dumb founded at the piece of tattered cloth her friend had just bought.
"Lies! Lies!" The stall holder shouted out, a worried expression on his greedy thin face. He nodded to the guard. "Cut his hand off." He said, bitterly.
Jack tried to pull away but the guard held him tightly. Once more he lifted the blade and once more Jack stopped him in his tracks.
"Tuleus will have your heads for this." He was taking a major risk now, bringing the Garter of Rhydon into it, but he had no choice.
"You what?" The guard demanded pulling his shirt.
Jack hit his hand, forcing the guard to release him. "Tuleus, the Garter, is a good friend o' mine."
Jack didn't know it, but he was pulling the rope tighter around his neck.
"And you are?"
Jack paused. If he gave his own name that might know his as the man, who had seventeen years ago, put all their lives at risk and killed their Garter.
"I don't know." Jack said.
"You what?" The guard said, shaking him.
"Get your filthy hands off me, or you'll pay wit' your life, savvy?" Jack said the words slowly as though he was speaking to a particularly stubborn child.
The guard released him, but reluctantly.
"We shall see how friendly you are with the Garter." The guard said with a grin, as the trumpets sounded. Jack remembered from last time, he groaned inwardly as the royal carriage was spotted coming down the cobbled market street.
He looked around, maybe he could lose himself in the crowd, but the crowd had dispersed, flattening themselves against the walls, there was no way through.
The carriage appeared, almost before he had time to think. The stall holder ran out in front to stop it.
A figure emerged from the carriage. It was a young woman, about nineteen years of age.
"The meaning of this interruption?" She demanded.
The stall holder bowed low. "This man claims to be a friend of the Garter, your dear father, but he is nothing more then a miserable thief."
Jack was pushed forward. He stood in front of the woman. Her white blond hair, flowed down her back, waving in and out, her blue eyes shone with mischief in the sunlight, as they ran over the form of Jack Sparrow.
She held her hand out, he took it and kissed it.
"Well, any friend of my father's is a friend of mine. Pray tell me stranger, what is your name?" She asked, as he released her hand, it dropped back down to her side.
Jack smiled at her. "Jack, Jack Sparrow."
"Jack Sparrow? I believe my father has mentioned you." She turned to the stall holder. "This man does not lie." She told him. He grumbled as he returned to the stall. "Perhaps you would like to ride in the carriage with me, and come meet with my father."
"No, I should really be getting back."
"Unless of course, you are no friend of his, and should be surrendered to the mercy of the stall holder." She said, pointedly.
"On second thoughts, I would love to see old Tuleus again."
Chapter Twenty Two.
Will sat shocked, not believing the story Gibbs had just told him. Jack stood in the door way, a look of disapproval on his face. Jo stood behind him.
"Exactly Jack, so when Tuleus learns you're here, you're as good as dead."
"He didn't kill me then, so he won't kill me know." Jack said, more confident then he felt.
"Hmmm, I'd call that wishful thinking." She muttered.
"Hey, one question though Jack, if you left Jo without saying goodbye, how'd you know where she lived?" Will asked.
"I didn't, but this is the abandoned hotel." Jack explained.
She shrugged, sarcastically. "I'm sentimental." She said with a look a cross between evil and annoyed, plastered across her face. "So like I was saying, who will barter wit' Jack? Last time he was 'ere he started a full fledged rebellion and killed the Garter."
"Er.technically you started the rebellion." Jack pointed out.
She scowled.
"I started it." He said, as she frowned at him.
"Good, I'm glad we sorted that one out. Now you can just leave now, before we're all caught and."
"You know your dead uptight for a prostitute." Jack remarked.
She sighed. "I wouldn't be a very good prostitute if I didn't have my head, now would I?"
"Look Tuleus isn't going to kill us? We'll just repair the Pearl and go, savvy?"
She nodded with a smile. "Alright then, oh and Jack?"
"Aye?"
"Next time, don't come back."
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It was a week later, Jo had organised all dealings with the local merchants. Jack had hardly had to do anything, he had the crew to fix up his ship, and Jo to make the deals. He did have to pay for everything, of course. So those necklaces he had swiped from the various market stalls suddenly came in handy.
His ship was almost in complete working order, but his jubilation was short lived. He was strutting through the market, swiping as per usual. He had started up a good business now, and most of his supplies, including the rum, he had bartered for with the jewellery. It seemed a better currency on Rhydon then money. His bronzed hand withdrew from the stall, containing a gold necklace. He made to walk off but was grabbed from behind.
"I think you've forgotten somethin', sir." The guard said, grinning, showing his yellowing teeth.
Jack smiled. "And what would that be?" "To pay." "Thief!" The stall holder shouted out.
The cry rang out in the market. "Thief! Thief!"
"Oh where, Bessie?"
"Over there dear!"
"Thief, thief."
Once more the market came to standstill, only this time it was Jack's hand resting under the knife.
The guard grinned, as he held Jack's hand down with one dirty big hand, and lifted up the rusty blade with the other. The blade was coated in a layer of dry blood. Jack looked at in, slightly shocked. He'd been caught! He'd been caught! He'd never been caught before! He shook his head to snap himself out of it, there would be time enough later to reflect on where he'd gone wrong, but right now he had to concentrate on saving his hand, and most probably his life, judging on the rusty blade and the grinning guard.
"You don't want to be doing that mate." Jack said, forcing a grin on to his face.
"Oh really, you know what, that's what they all say, but believe me I do." The stall holder said. "Thieves pay for their crimes."
"But your over charged prices is thieving from the people!" Jack shouted. Jack could of kicked himself over the last remark. The last thing he wanted to do was start another bloody rebellion, again!
The people of the market began to talk in hushed whispers comparing prices with raised eyebrows.
"You paid how much?" One woman exclaimed as she stared dumb founded at the piece of tattered cloth her friend had just bought.
"Lies! Lies!" The stall holder shouted out, a worried expression on his greedy thin face. He nodded to the guard. "Cut his hand off." He said, bitterly.
Jack tried to pull away but the guard held him tightly. Once more he lifted the blade and once more Jack stopped him in his tracks.
"Tuleus will have your heads for this." He was taking a major risk now, bringing the Garter of Rhydon into it, but he had no choice.
"You what?" The guard demanded pulling his shirt.
Jack hit his hand, forcing the guard to release him. "Tuleus, the Garter, is a good friend o' mine."
Jack didn't know it, but he was pulling the rope tighter around his neck.
"And you are?"
Jack paused. If he gave his own name that might know his as the man, who had seventeen years ago, put all their lives at risk and killed their Garter.
"I don't know." Jack said.
"You what?" The guard said, shaking him.
"Get your filthy hands off me, or you'll pay wit' your life, savvy?" Jack said the words slowly as though he was speaking to a particularly stubborn child.
The guard released him, but reluctantly.
"We shall see how friendly you are with the Garter." The guard said with a grin, as the trumpets sounded. Jack remembered from last time, he groaned inwardly as the royal carriage was spotted coming down the cobbled market street.
He looked around, maybe he could lose himself in the crowd, but the crowd had dispersed, flattening themselves against the walls, there was no way through.
The carriage appeared, almost before he had time to think. The stall holder ran out in front to stop it.
A figure emerged from the carriage. It was a young woman, about nineteen years of age.
"The meaning of this interruption?" She demanded.
The stall holder bowed low. "This man claims to be a friend of the Garter, your dear father, but he is nothing more then a miserable thief."
Jack was pushed forward. He stood in front of the woman. Her white blond hair, flowed down her back, waving in and out, her blue eyes shone with mischief in the sunlight, as they ran over the form of Jack Sparrow.
She held her hand out, he took it and kissed it.
"Well, any friend of my father's is a friend of mine. Pray tell me stranger, what is your name?" She asked, as he released her hand, it dropped back down to her side.
Jack smiled at her. "Jack, Jack Sparrow."
"Jack Sparrow? I believe my father has mentioned you." She turned to the stall holder. "This man does not lie." She told him. He grumbled as he returned to the stall. "Perhaps you would like to ride in the carriage with me, and come meet with my father."
"No, I should really be getting back."
"Unless of course, you are no friend of his, and should be surrendered to the mercy of the stall holder." She said, pointedly.
"On second thoughts, I would love to see old Tuleus again."