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Chapter 28....
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"I'll kill you, Muse," said Jack.
Then the fight began, with pirates from either side running towards each other, engaging in sword fighting. Jack tried to run through up to Muse, but Pickle blocked his way, and Jack began fighting with him.
"Yer past yer time, Sparrow," snarled Pickle, turning a full circle and clashing swords with Jack.
"Don't ye dare talk to me like that," Jack cried back, kicking Pickle's sword away.
Pickle cried out as he fell to the ground. Jack raised his sword above him.
"Nah, nah," begged Pickle.
Jack stabbed him in the chest, feeling relieved as Pickle's blood spurted out. He turned his eyes back on the lifeless and motionless Tara. Will had come around, and was kneeling over her. Sorrow filled Jack's head. He let out a low moan of grief.
"Jack... yer always were... too sentimental," sneered a voice from behind him.
Jack turned to see Muse, holding a pistol and pointing it at Jack.
"A-ha," he muttered.
"Jack, Jack," scoffed Muse.
"Ye going to kill me?" asked Jack, a small grim smile playing at the edges of his mouth. "Well, go ahead, take yer best shot, I'm dyin' inside anyhow."
Muse let out a low cackle. "Ye know, when I handed her o'er to ye, I thought I was handing her into weeks o' mental torture."
Jack let out a low hiss. She had gone through mental torture, and he knew it, and it hurt him deep inside.
"I knew she would fall for ye," Muse continued idly. "But I didn't know ye'd fall for her."
"I already had. Why else would I go after her?" asked Jack, feeling weak.
Muse grinned, revealing his brown teeth. "Where did we go wrong, Jack?"
Jack raised an eyebrow. "I always had a problem with first mates."
Muse cackled. "I didn't like sailing under yer command."
Jack grinned. "Nah."
Will was warm and disorientated. He had waken up beside a figure which had to be Tara, and was currently crouched over her slim body, trying to bring her around.
"Tara!" he whispered. "Tara!"
Nothing. He grabbed her neck, groping for a pulse.
"Tara!" he gasped.
"We could stand here fer hours, Jack," Muse said.
Jack shrugged. "Yer crew are being killed by me men."
"And yet not one o' them has come to the aide of their cap'n."
"That's because we're over 'ere," Jack replied coldly, gesturing to the fight which was quite a way away.
"Ye know, yer've become awfully borin'," Muse smiled. "No wisecracks, no ill-conceived escape attempts... not even that mad spark in yer eyes. Yer've lost it."
Jack closed his eyes. He wished for death, longed for it, pined for it. Tara had only been dead for five minutes and already it seemed like an age to him.
"Fine... any last quips?" asked Muse, cocking the gun.
Jack remained silent.
"Say goodbye then," said Muse.
"Goodbye," said a familiar voice.
Muse and Jack both turned to stare at the pistol pointed at Muse's head. Because holding the pistol... was Tara Waller.
Tara closed her eyes and fired. Jack watched as Muse's head exploded into a mass of dark gore, splattering the ground. Muse dropped to the floor.
Jack looked at Tara, who had her eyes closed and was very pale, yet very much alive. He pulled her close, and she buried her face in his shoulder.
"I killed him... I killed him..." she whispered madly.
"It's okay," said Jack, stroking her hair, feeling its warmth.
She looked up into his face, and saw that his eyes were sparkling with tears.
"Why are you crying?" she asked.
"You're dead," he replied simply.
A grin spread slowly across her face. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a gold medallion.
"Holy Jesus," whispered Jack, watching it glint in her hand. "But how did ye know...?"
"Everyone knows the story of the Black Pearl, and the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow," she smiled, slipping it back into her pocket.
"Ah, luv," he whispered, kissing her gently.
Will arrived, grubby and scratched and yet grinning broadly. He cleared his throat, and Tara and Jack sprang apart.
"We've won," said Will, eying the mess that was Muse.
Tara smiled, and gave Will a hug. "Oh, my friend."
"Hey- yer a taken woman now," said Jack with a smile.
Will and Tara smiled, and stepped apart.
"Come along," said Jack, taking Tara's right arm with his left and Will's left arm with his right, "I think we got a curse to lift."
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Chapter 28....
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"I'll kill you, Muse," said Jack.
Then the fight began, with pirates from either side running towards each other, engaging in sword fighting. Jack tried to run through up to Muse, but Pickle blocked his way, and Jack began fighting with him.
"Yer past yer time, Sparrow," snarled Pickle, turning a full circle and clashing swords with Jack.
"Don't ye dare talk to me like that," Jack cried back, kicking Pickle's sword away.
Pickle cried out as he fell to the ground. Jack raised his sword above him.
"Nah, nah," begged Pickle.
Jack stabbed him in the chest, feeling relieved as Pickle's blood spurted out. He turned his eyes back on the lifeless and motionless Tara. Will had come around, and was kneeling over her. Sorrow filled Jack's head. He let out a low moan of grief.
"Jack... yer always were... too sentimental," sneered a voice from behind him.
Jack turned to see Muse, holding a pistol and pointing it at Jack.
"A-ha," he muttered.
"Jack, Jack," scoffed Muse.
"Ye going to kill me?" asked Jack, a small grim smile playing at the edges of his mouth. "Well, go ahead, take yer best shot, I'm dyin' inside anyhow."
Muse let out a low cackle. "Ye know, when I handed her o'er to ye, I thought I was handing her into weeks o' mental torture."
Jack let out a low hiss. She had gone through mental torture, and he knew it, and it hurt him deep inside.
"I knew she would fall for ye," Muse continued idly. "But I didn't know ye'd fall for her."
"I already had. Why else would I go after her?" asked Jack, feeling weak.
Muse grinned, revealing his brown teeth. "Where did we go wrong, Jack?"
Jack raised an eyebrow. "I always had a problem with first mates."
Muse cackled. "I didn't like sailing under yer command."
Jack grinned. "Nah."
Will was warm and disorientated. He had waken up beside a figure which had to be Tara, and was currently crouched over her slim body, trying to bring her around.
"Tara!" he whispered. "Tara!"
Nothing. He grabbed her neck, groping for a pulse.
"Tara!" he gasped.
"We could stand here fer hours, Jack," Muse said.
Jack shrugged. "Yer crew are being killed by me men."
"And yet not one o' them has come to the aide of their cap'n."
"That's because we're over 'ere," Jack replied coldly, gesturing to the fight which was quite a way away.
"Ye know, yer've become awfully borin'," Muse smiled. "No wisecracks, no ill-conceived escape attempts... not even that mad spark in yer eyes. Yer've lost it."
Jack closed his eyes. He wished for death, longed for it, pined for it. Tara had only been dead for five minutes and already it seemed like an age to him.
"Fine... any last quips?" asked Muse, cocking the gun.
Jack remained silent.
"Say goodbye then," said Muse.
"Goodbye," said a familiar voice.
Muse and Jack both turned to stare at the pistol pointed at Muse's head. Because holding the pistol... was Tara Waller.
Tara closed her eyes and fired. Jack watched as Muse's head exploded into a mass of dark gore, splattering the ground. Muse dropped to the floor.
Jack looked at Tara, who had her eyes closed and was very pale, yet very much alive. He pulled her close, and she buried her face in his shoulder.
"I killed him... I killed him..." she whispered madly.
"It's okay," said Jack, stroking her hair, feeling its warmth.
She looked up into his face, and saw that his eyes were sparkling with tears.
"Why are you crying?" she asked.
"You're dead," he replied simply.
A grin spread slowly across her face. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a gold medallion.
"Holy Jesus," whispered Jack, watching it glint in her hand. "But how did ye know...?"
"Everyone knows the story of the Black Pearl, and the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow," she smiled, slipping it back into her pocket.
"Ah, luv," he whispered, kissing her gently.
Will arrived, grubby and scratched and yet grinning broadly. He cleared his throat, and Tara and Jack sprang apart.
"We've won," said Will, eying the mess that was Muse.
Tara smiled, and gave Will a hug. "Oh, my friend."
"Hey- yer a taken woman now," said Jack with a smile.
Will and Tara smiled, and stepped apart.
"Come along," said Jack, taking Tara's right arm with his left and Will's left arm with his right, "I think we got a curse to lift."
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