Pirates of the Caribbean:
Chapter 8: Left alone
By: Vipera berus
Disclaimer: I have a feeling this isn't necessary anymore, but I'm still putting it up 'cause I really want to tell y'all that that I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, alright?!?!?!
Author's Note: Yep, I'm updating again!!! I can't keep my mind off this… Good thing or bad thing?... ) I hope you'll get to know some new people in this chapter who are, by the way, evil…laughs evilly and now, I'm keeping my promise, the Treasure is about to be revealed!!!!
OK, thanks to reviewers!
(Oh, don't curse me, lil-blonde-pirate, I know I'm evil with those cliffies…but I can't help it! heh heh! Thanks for the review!)
(Thanks for the review elsie! :) Glad u like my story!!!)
(Thanks goes to dagzer as well!)
(You'll get to know why she ran off, smartie-teri! Thanks for the review!!!)
(Thank you for the review, Rummy!!! That was advanced Spanish and I have no idea what that means, mate…I should search my old books and check that out…!)
The eighth chapter!
Enjoy! ;)
Happened in previous chapter:
Tony stared down at herself and it really looked like she had pissed on herself…Truly embarrassing…
"Bloody hell…" she muttered and knocked over her chair as she rushed away from the table and out of the door to the night.
Jack and the others stared after her.
"What? She's made of sugar or something? Can't stand the sight of rum on her – sorry, Jack's pants?" Anamaria said with a chuckle as the door slammed shut behind Tony.
"I don't think that was it, love…" Jack said quietly as he stood up and rushed after Tony into the night street…
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Eighth chapter! Yay!
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Tony rushed through the crowd, pushing them aside with force. She was cursing wildly as she grabbed something from her pocket, a pocket which was soaked with rum now. A few men catcalled after her, she stuck her hand up in the air and stretched her middle finger up, showing them the rude gesture over her shoulder. (A/N: I have no idea if that was used on the pirates time, but work with me here, alright?)
Finally the crowd cleared out and she turned into a dark, narrow close and stopped with her back to the opening.
"Ooohh…Stupid arse…" she muttered as the thing she had taken out of her pocket was drenched with strong smelling rum. She held it in the air over her head as she looked down on herself and the soaked breeches. Damn that Anamaria girl! She said it looked like I pissed on meself and now it really looks like it…I'll give her that punch some day soon… Tony thought, fuming.
"Hope it's not ruined…rum's strong and it can do hell o' things to it…shit!" she cursed and held her eyes to her pants.
Suddenly the object she was holding over her head was snatched away from her grip and she turned around to face –
"Sparrow!" Tony yelled in surprise.
"Good evening, Evans." Jack replied smoothly with that famous smirk. "Had to come an' check tha' ye didn't escape out o' the little agreement we made, eh?" Jack said with a smirk.
"I wasn't going to escape that deal of ours…honestly…I just needed a bit…err…fresh air?" she lied with a innocent look on her face.
Jack glanced at her in disbelief and looked at the thing in his hand. It was an old piece of parchment, rum was dropping from it.
"Wha's this, love?" Jack asked as he started to roll the parchment scroll open, glancing at Tony's panic-stricken face.
"It's nothing! Nothing really!" she watched him roll it further then; "No!" she yelled and pounced at him with her hands outstretched to grab the paper. "Give it back, Shit-bucket!" she yelled, forgetting that she had no weapons in her hands and unfortunately, for the hundredth time, Jack had his pistol pointing at her face, again…
"Hold it right there, Evans." Jack said, looking from the paper to Tony. She was breathing heavily and looking at him in anger, or was it anger? Fear?
"Just give that back right now and I won't make ye shoot me." she warned and extended her hand. Jack gave her an evil smirk.
"This thing seems quite important to ye, lass, but I'm still curious what it is…" Jack said and proceeded in rolling the parchment scroll open. Tony gulped and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Oh, please don't let him know what it is…please, please, please…Damn, of course he'll know…Oh bloody Davey Jones…hang me… Tony thought desperately and opened her mouth to speak just as Jack's eyes lit up when the parchment in front of him was in its normal size, showing a fine picture with thin lines upon it. Now his whole face seemed to beam with happiness.
"The Legend of Captain Redd's Lost Treasure…"he whispered hoarsely as he stared at the map in awe with a wide open mouth, forgetting all about Tony who looked at him, biting her lip. "How the hell didja get this, Tony? This should be only be a legend... Isn't the old man dead hundred years ago?" he asked. He was so engrossed of map but snapped out of it when it was snatched out of his hands.
"Sorry, Sparrow. But I can't let you take it." Tony replied carefully, her cutlass pointing at him as she rolled the parchment and stuffed it into her left boot. (A/N: Doesn't that sound familiar? Check chapter one!)
Jack glared at her, Tony glared at him, his pistol pointing at her, her cutlass pointing at him. When had she managed to get her weapon out? He had been so into the map of the Lost Treasure that he hadn't been careful enough with Evans. Hell…
"It's mine and…and it's mine. I'm not letting you take it, savvy?" she said, still biting her lip, her
vision was spinning from the drink she had consumed earlier. Jack's eyes flashed.
"The Treasure is not only a complicated legend then? It really exists?" Jack asked with a nod. Tony nodded as well and kept quiet. "Ye know, ye could at least say how much it's worth? Ye're being a little too fussy, love." Said Jack with a smirk.
"So what if I am! It's mine and I'm not giving it to ya!" she hissed shifting her weight again from one foot to the other.
"Captain Redd…hmm…that sounds oddly familiar…" Jack mused with a glint in his eye. I've heard o' tha' man before, he was a famous pirate, aye, died a long time ago… Jack thought to himself. "But now I want to know how ye got this fine little Treasure map, lass?" Jack asked, glancing at her left boot where he knew the map was hiding. Tony's was expressionless as she stared coldly at Jack.
"It's my business. I warn you not to stick your nose into my business, alright? If I told ye, I'd have to kill ye, savvy?" Tony said dangerously. "I'm sure ye don't want teh die…?"
"You aren't in the position to make threats, Evans." Jack said with a smirk and a glance at his pistol. "I'm the one holding a gun, love."
Tony knew he had a point. If she tried anything with her cutlass, Jack could shoot her. But she wasn't sure if he had the courage to shoot her…He was a coward after all…
"Maybe you're the one with a gun, Sparrow, but you're not capable of using it, savvy?" Tony drawled with a smirk. She saw him looking intently at her heavy leather boot, the parchment was quite in a awful position, making it hard for her to walk. But it had been in there for a long time, before she took those breeches from Jack and switched its place to a pocket, instead of her boot.
"I'm having a thought 'ere, Evans," Jack begun, glancing at her. His pistol was still pointing at her and her cutlass was still pointing at him. "What say, ye give me tha' Treasure map an' we forget all about the 80 000 shillings, savvy?" he asked her with a smirk. Tony's blue eyes flashed.
"The Treasure is worth at least twice as much as those stupid shillings you're after!" Tony spat angrily. The moment the sentence left her lips, she knew she made a mistake, but Jack didn't seem to mind at all.
"Twice as much?" he repeated with a hoarse voice and his eyebrows raised. "Interesting…very interesting indeed…" he mused, bringing a finger to stroke his goatee, making it look like he was deep in thought, which he was but not deep enough to forget that he was dealing with Tony Evans.
Tony gulped once again, noticing what mistake she made telling him that the Lost Treasure was worth pretty much…
OK, think of a lie…a lie, just a simple lie he will buy, alright… Tony thought panicked, as she gripped her cutlass tighter in her hand.
"I – I didn't mean…I…that was a lie! There's no Treasure and…and that map's all fake! There has never been someone called Captain Redd and he is certainly just an old wives tale. No truth in that story, nope!" Tony babbled nervously. There was no way she was going to let Jack get it. The map meant a lot to her.
"The Legend is not an old wives tale, it's true because now I've seen evidence of its existence. That map is for real, don't try denying it, Evans. I'm pretty sure ye were on yer way to get it, aye?" Jack asked, his patience was soon over…
"I was." She replied shortly, knowing he had guessed it already. "Shall I tell you the rest of me plan as well? You were anyway going to ruin it!" she hissed. "I were going to kill you, commandeer yer ship and leave yer sorry crew on this ruddy island and go after my Treasure with your ship all by myself, but no! You have to come in my way all the time! You even had to kidnap me from the Lady Jane and ruin my plan of commandeering that ship too!!!" Tony yelled in rage with gritted teeth. Her face was red in anger as her eyes flashed at Jack. "And no, I didn't even think twice about returning those stupid 80 000 shillings to you, do you savvy now, bastard?!?" she continued as Jack was too boiling in anger.
"Glad I got to know tha', Tony 'Sharp-Tongue' Evans, 'cause now I'm going to make sure ye aren't going after that Treasure, for I am going to take it!" Jack said calmly, but Tony knew he was furious.
"I'd like to see you try, Captain Jack Sparrow…" she whispered dangerously, her eyebrows lowered. She was now gripping the cutlass so strongly that her knuckles were white.
Jack cocked his pistol and took a step forward at her. She made no attempt of moving out of the way, as her cutlass came nearer his throat. She was breathing heavily as always when she was angry. Without warning, Jack took out his sharp sword and pressed it hard on her shoulder, almost making a cut on her soft tanned skin.
"Look who has the upper hand now, lass." He whispered as well in a dangerous tone. Tony didn't move. She didn't blink an eye.
The moon was shining down upon them, illuminating two figures with their shining swords pressed against each other. Neither of them seemed to notice a third figure in the shadows at the corner of the close. It was watching them, hearing every word they said as it peeked from behind the corner with wide eyes, two white eyeballs glowering in the darkness, before it disappeared in a hurry…
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"What's taking them so long?" Elizabeth asked the drunken pirates in the table. Unfortunately, she was the only sober one around the table. Even Will was drunk, well, not as much as the others but he was not sober as he had been taking secret chugs of Tony's rum bottle. "You don't think Tony tried to escape, do you? I mean, Jack could kill her!" she continued as no one listened to her.
"…and really bad eggs!" Will sung happily with the other pirates who had not yet passed out or went away with whores. Cotton's Parrot was singing: 'A Parrot's Life For Me' with his own perverse words. Wonder who had thought him that? Could it be Jack? The Parrot seemed drunk as well, but Elizabeth doubted it could be able to drink rum.
"Will! Stop being silly! I don't like the way you're behaving." Elizabeth complained and tugged Will's shirt. He turned around to look at his beloved with a grin.
"You're too uptight, Elizabeth, take a sip!" Will said amused. Anamaria laughed at this.
"I can say with full confidence that I've had enoughrum for a lifetime. And I'm not uptight!" said Elizabeth fuming and kept quiet for the rest of the night…
(A/N: I have no idea why I wrote that little bit? Just to get your mind off Jack and Tony…heh heh…but I doubt it worked, right? OK, I'm shutting up now. Let's go back to the two famous pirates…)
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"For the tenth time, I'm not giving it to ye! You have to kill me if you want it!" Tony yelled in anger. Jack smirked as the blade pressed at her shoulder.
"Now that brings us to a little problem, love," Jack answered. "Ye see, you give that map to me an' I won't kill ye, or ye don't, an' I will kill ye." He said but was surprised to see Tony with a grin on her face as she looked at him. She started to laugh. "What's so funny?"
"You!" Tony laughed heartily as Jack raised his eyebrows in confusion. "You, ye mangy cur!" she continued to laugh. "Oh Jack, I'm hundred percent sure ya wouldn't kill me, y'know why?"
"Why?"
"'Cause ye're a bloody chicken, that's why!" she retorted with a nod and a smirk. "and you think I'm pretty!" she added with a shrug, batting her eyelashes innocently. Jack's face reddened from anger as he held on to his pistol and sword tightly.
"Arrrrrrr……" the blade that was pressed against her shoulder with force and suddenly it slashed her skin open.
"Ouch!" Tony shrieked and dropped her cutlass, bringing her hands to her shoulder as Jack made cut on it. Thick, crimson blood oozed out onto her hands and she brought her gaze up to Jack. "Look what ye did, you slimy twit!" she hissed in pain. Jack picked up her cutlass from the ground and looked from her painful expression to the sword he held in his hand. Now he had three weapons and she had none! He placed his own sword in its hold and pointed her cutlass and his pistol at her.
Tony backed to the wall, still holding her hands to her new cut wound on her shoulder. She collided with the wooden wall of the tavern house behind her as she glared at Jack with pure hatred. Again he had more luck that she had… Damn that man to hell and back, even if he has the most adorable body I've ever seen… Tony thought sourly.
"Maybe I won't kill ye, Evans, bu' hurting is one thing I am capable of, as demonstrated." Jack said with a chuckle as he walked up to her in his characteristic sway. Tony gritted her teeth but said nothing as she pressed herself to the wall.
"#%&#¤&%#…" Tony muttered a long line of strange curses. Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Now keep it to English, love. I won't understand what you want if ye're using such strange language." Jack said amused. Tony clenched her hands into fists.
"I want you to drop dead, alright!?" she spat.
"I'm making this easy fer ye, lass." Jack began and glanced at her boot. "Give me the map and I swear I won't hurt ye anymore." he ordered firmly as Tony glanced at her boot as well.
How am I going to get out of this? I know he will cut my bloody throat if I don't give it to him…But if I do as he says, I won't get it back…unless…hmmm…hmmm… Tony thought as she stared at him and he stared at her.
"Are ye going to do as I say or do I have to get bloody and rough with ya?" he asked again. Tony was still breathing heavily and hated the man in front of her more than anything!
"I hate you so much…" she muttered as she to Jack's and her own surprise bent down and took the map out of her boot and extended it to him. "Here. I hope you die while you're searching for it." she said calmly as Jack took the map and beamed like a little child who had just got a new toy, but he had got a very valuable Treasure map.
"Thanks very much, love. I promise ye won't regret this – "
"Well I already do! So go on and hang me before I'm doing something very, very stupid and take it back!" she hissed, starting to feel a bit dizzy as she lost blood.
"Now the only thing that remains for me to do is this…" Jack trailed off. Tony was about to ask 'Do what?' but she didn't manage before Jack grabbed her by her wounded shoulder (she let out a yell of pain) and pushed her up the wall as two daggers were rammed into her shirt under her arms and her own cutlass was dug deep into the wood between her legs. Tony was pinned to the wooden wall on that dark close and she had no idea how she would get down. Jack stepped back, smiling as he watched Tony struggle to be let down again. Of course the clothes would tear…eventually. Jack's smile turned into an evil grin.
"Let me down, you stupid git!!! This is so unfair!!!" she yelled in anger.
"Shut up, Evans." He drawled. "I did that tha' to prevent ye from following me back to the tavern an' taking yer lovely map back, savvy?" Jack said with an amused tone while looking at the girl who looked very much like a rag doll. He was twirling his pistol in his fingers and looking very pleased with himself.
"Oh, I hate you so much right now! Grrrrr…." Tony hissed with gritted teeth as she glared daggers at Jack.
"Don't hate me because o' this," he said. "hate me because I'm takin' a Treasure from right under yer snotty nose." He sneered maliciously. Tony frowned.
"I don't have a snotty nose, you fat git! And I promise I'll get it back, no matter what!" she warned with flashing eyes. Jack chuckled.
"Aye, in the state ye are, I reckon ye'll get it back pretty fast." He said and gave her one last glance before he started walking away from her. "Good bye, Tony Evans! Have a nice rest of yer life! I think this means that ye're no longer owing me 80 000 shillings!" he shouted over his shoulder before laughing evilly and disappearing around the corner to the street that lead back to 'The Faithful Bride'.
"I promise that this wasn't the last time you saw Tony Evans, you lousy Sparrow…" Tony said to herself in the dark close and struggled to get down, blood flowing from the cut in her shoulder…
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"Captain! Captain!" a voice shouted as running footsteps sounded in the dark Tortuga night. They continued down to the harbour, big dark sails were fluttering in the wind as the moon and stars illuminated a large ship which was docked in the farthest end of the harbour, obscured by trees, where no other ship was anchored . "Captain! Come here, quick! Urgent news!!!" the rough, manly voice shouted again, sounding panicked as he jumped aboard the deck.
"Who the hell dares to disturb me in the middle of the bloody night?!" another male voice said, the tone was strong and demanding and footsteps echoed over the deck of the ship after a while. A shadowed figure stopped in front of the first. "Well? What can be so urgent ye 'ave to disturb me from giving the bloody whore what she wants in there? Well?" the voice was angry and low, glancing in the direction of the Captain's quarters.
"I – I saw s - something, Captain." The other said in a quiet voice, as if he was afraid of the other man who stood in front of him. He understood that he must've interrupted the Captain and his girl. "Tony Evans is in Tortuga with the map." He informed the Captain quickly.
"What?"
"She's here! Right now! Evans was arguing with someone called Jack in a dark close!" he said in a hurry. The white eyeballs of the Captain were suddenly alight with confusion.
"It…it can't be…I saw her die…" the Captain said hoarsely. "It can't be true…"
"It's true, Captain. I saw her with me own deadlights! And she had the map!"
"Guess this means only one thing," the Captain said to the other man. He looked up in confusion.
"What does this mean?"
"That she's back…"
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Author's Note: Muhaaahahhaaaaaaaaa! The end of chapter eight, folks! Now I'm patiently waiting for you to review, please!?
I hope you understood what this chapter was about. Quite much new things came up, right? I held my promise! The Treasure and Evil people, although you still don't know who it is…muhahhaaa…gets evil glint in eye and tries to poke it out …ouch…
Too bad Jack and Tony hate each other once again…sniff…but it'll change to the better! I have to say that Jack did quite evilly when he hurt her with that bloody sword and left her hanging there all alone…(Jack answers: "Pirate!" with a grin)("I'll kill ye, Sparrow!!! ARRRR!!!" Tony yells and struggles to be let down from the wall).
Don't kill me because Will was drunk, or sort of drunk. All I can say that Tony is a really bad influence…;)
Hugs!