It was Jack Sparrow.
Muse looked angrily up. Pickle drew his sword.
"Pickle, go up and greet Sparrow," said Muse. "Let him know that we are holding Miss Waller down here and if he wants her he will have to pay... 5000 gold coins."
Pickle nodded and walked off.
"You will sell me?" asked Tara. "What about your revenge?"
"Believe me, by handing you over to that drunken lunatic, I am exacting a much more terrible revenge on you," Muse smiled evilly.
Tara thought she would faint with fear. She had heard things about Sparrow... he was a terrible man... who knew what he would do to her?
She heard footsteps coming down, and then the door flew open. Jack Sparrow stood there, holding a huge bag.
"Sparrow," said Muse slowly.
"It's Captain Sparrow," said Sparrow.
He dropped the bag on the floor. Gold coins fell out.
"There," he said. "Hand over the girl."
Muse grinned wickedly. He grabbed the money and walked off, calling over his shoulder, "She's all yours, Sparrow."
Tara stared at Jack Sparrow.
"Er... what?" asked Sparrow. "Do I have food on my face or something?"
Tara forced herself to speak, "No," she whispered.
He took a step towards her. She screamed.
"I get that a lot," he said thoughtfully.
Then he grabbed her and tied her hands together with a piece of rope. She screamed again. Sparrow sighed.
"You might as well shut up, no one round here's going to save you, savvy?"
Tara fell silent. Sparrow picked her up and carried her up onto the deck. Beside, a large, grand ship floated. Sparrow took her onto this ship and into a small cabin. He dumped her on the bed.
"This is my cabin, savvy?" said Sparrow. "Ye can stay in here. Probably safer than sleeping in the crew's room."
Tara blushed. Sparrow grinned wickedly.
"What do you want with me?" asked Tara.
He scratched his goatee thoughtfully. "I'm a pirate. Stupid question, really."
"No it isn't," replied Tara. "You might want money, you might want to murder, you might want to..."
She blushed again.
"Money," said Sparrow quickly. "I'm holding ye to ransom, savvy?"
Then he walked out.
Muse looked angrily up. Pickle drew his sword.
"Pickle, go up and greet Sparrow," said Muse. "Let him know that we are holding Miss Waller down here and if he wants her he will have to pay... 5000 gold coins."
Pickle nodded and walked off.
"You will sell me?" asked Tara. "What about your revenge?"
"Believe me, by handing you over to that drunken lunatic, I am exacting a much more terrible revenge on you," Muse smiled evilly.
Tara thought she would faint with fear. She had heard things about Sparrow... he was a terrible man... who knew what he would do to her?
She heard footsteps coming down, and then the door flew open. Jack Sparrow stood there, holding a huge bag.
"Sparrow," said Muse slowly.
"It's Captain Sparrow," said Sparrow.
He dropped the bag on the floor. Gold coins fell out.
"There," he said. "Hand over the girl."
Muse grinned wickedly. He grabbed the money and walked off, calling over his shoulder, "She's all yours, Sparrow."
Tara stared at Jack Sparrow.
"Er... what?" asked Sparrow. "Do I have food on my face or something?"
Tara forced herself to speak, "No," she whispered.
He took a step towards her. She screamed.
"I get that a lot," he said thoughtfully.
Then he grabbed her and tied her hands together with a piece of rope. She screamed again. Sparrow sighed.
"You might as well shut up, no one round here's going to save you, savvy?"
Tara fell silent. Sparrow picked her up and carried her up onto the deck. Beside, a large, grand ship floated. Sparrow took her onto this ship and into a small cabin. He dumped her on the bed.
"This is my cabin, savvy?" said Sparrow. "Ye can stay in here. Probably safer than sleeping in the crew's room."
Tara blushed. Sparrow grinned wickedly.
"What do you want with me?" asked Tara.
He scratched his goatee thoughtfully. "I'm a pirate. Stupid question, really."
"No it isn't," replied Tara. "You might want money, you might want to murder, you might want to..."
She blushed again.
"Money," said Sparrow quickly. "I'm holding ye to ransom, savvy?"
Then he walked out.