Chapter 25
"Commodore and a Bloody Leg"

I sat at the small table in my cabin. I had finally decided to get out of bed for the day. It was about noon, the sun was high in the sky. I shuffled through paper work and contemplated on what to do with the Commodore. Jack had left not to long ago, he decided to go to his cabin, a little to much rum and I had tired him out. I heard a knock at the door, my eyes shifted to the door. "Aye, What is it?" I questioned.

"May I come in?" the voice questioned

"Aye, come in."

I watched Ana Maria slowly walk in. I eyed her wondering what she wanted.

"What do ye need?" I questioned.

She stood just inside the door. Her arms resting casually at her side.

"The Commodore would like to speak with ye or Jack, Jack is.. Indisposed at the moment, as ye probably know. So my only other option is to ask ye."

I sighed quickly. I should wait for Jack to wake up. I shrugged to myself, after all this was my ship. If I was so inclined to speak with the Commodore I could bloody well do so.

"Bring him to me."

"Are ye sure..."

I cut her off. "Look, Ana Maria, lets get something perfectly clear. I am the Captain of this ship. Don't question me, when I say to do it just do it. Then we will have no problems. Ye don't like it, and then ye can stay on The Pearl. Ye may get away wit-questioning Jack, but I'm not going to stand for it. Got it?"

She nodded quickly, intimidated by me. "Aye Captain."

I watched her fidget with her shirt slightly. She turned on her heel and began to walk toward the door but stopped.

"Permission to speak freely, Captain."

"Granted go ahead."

She turned toward me; she walked over and sat across from me at the table. "Are ye and Jack.. Together?"

I raised a brow. "And how would that be any of yer business?"

"It's not Captain, I'm just curious."

"Well depends, how would ye define "together?" as ye so put it." I questioned, leaning back in my chair.

"Ye know, relationship together."

"I'm not sure, nor would I enclose that information to ye if I was. If I noticed anything about ye, ye have what I would call a "Thing" for Jack, do ye not?" I asked

Her eyes shifted from the table to the floor, obviously embarrassed as a color red flowed through her cheeks.

"Maybe..." she trailed off

"Well, let me make something clear to ye. I'm not in this to hurt yer feelings; I'll be straight with ye. Jack doesn't see ye as anything but a pirate, nothing less nothing more."

Her face fell slightly. "I understand, I'm not woman enough for him, but quite frankly neither are ye."

"That maybe so, but who Jack decides he wants to be with only happens to be his decision. Now go get the commodore, I think we've talked enough about this right now."

She nodded slowly. "Aye Captain."

I watched her stand and walk toward the door, staring at the floor. She opened the door, exiting, and closing it quietly behind her. I shook my head slightly if anything she did have some nerve. With in a few moments, the door opened.

The Commodore, being accompanied by Ana Maria and Lefty made their way in. They sat the Commodore across from me. I looked up at him.

"What is it Commodore?" I questioned.

He eyed Ana Maria and Lefty who had decided to stand around and be nosy.

"Call off the dogs." He said

"I don't take well to demands, Commodore." I said, setting down the ink pen I had in my right hand.

"Can we please have a private conversation?" he questioned

"Ana Maria, Lefty, go wait outside. I'll call to ye both when I'm finished."

They nodded slowly. I knew Ana Maria wanted to protest by the look that ran over her face. I sent a glare at her; she then nodded her head and instantly obeyed.

"So, what is it Commodore? I don't have time for games."

"I was wondering what you plan on doing with all of us."

"Where would be the surprise if I told ye?" I questioned, looking at him.

"I want to make a deal with you."

"A deal? Oh ye will have to excuse me if I don't jump for joy, I happen to know ye wouldn't make a deal with a pirate captain if ye didn't have an alternative plan. I'm not dumb nor am I blind. Get to yer point."

I watched the Commodore stand. I quickly did the same. No one was going to get the best of me. I eyed the commodore, trying to depict what his next move would be. I wasn't worried, I did better in the course of action.

"Well, Commodore?" I questioned again

"How about a duel?"

I scoffed. "A duel, I'll kill ye in a moment. I see no real value if I kill ye. Id rather leave ye and yer men on an island to rot."

"So you think you can't beat me?"

"I can beat ye, with one hand tied behind me back. Ye must have a death wish."

"To the contrary I don't have a death wish at all. I just know I'm better than you."

Suddenly his wrists became free from the ropes that had been tied to them. I was going to kill Ana Maria and Lefty for not putting shackles on him. I watched him swiftly lift the sword that I had placed next to the window for sharpening.

"So, Ravenica, you have one choice. Take us to Port Royal and let us free."

"I'm not that stupid Commodore. I'll have ye back in the brig in no time." I grinned.

I watched him charge at me, I quickly stepped out of the way. I hit the floor, rolled over to the left and grabbed the sword I had under my bed. I quickly stood, holding it for the Commodore to see.

"I have weapons stashed all over this cabin, ye have no idea where they are.. And that bein the case id say yer screwed." I grinned evilly, licking my lips.

The Commodore slowly walked toward me, taking a swing. I swiftly blocked it, pushing his sword aside. I then tried to stab him in the stomach, which he blocked.

"Your not as good as you claim."

"Less talk more action." I said, charging at him once again.

He blocked it, just barely. I heard his clothes tear at the impact. I grinned again, knowing this was going to be easier than I thought. We charged at each other, back and forth for a few minutes. I heard someone walking toward the door, I knew it was Jack. The slight distraction of knowing Jack would be entering at any damn moment gave The Commodore the open opportunity to slice my leg half open. I winced at the pain but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream with pain. Blood gushed out of my open would. I took another swing at Norrington, my leg ready to give out at any moment. Ever swing he blocked, I was getting irritated now.

"So much for bein easy." I muttered to myself keeping ground.

The door swung open, Jack walked in casually. Obviously he didn't know the Commodore was in here.

"Wha the bloody 'ell?!?!" Jack questioned.

"Jack kinda busy.." I said, watching for Norrington's next move

"Ana Maria, Lefty get yer asses in here now!" Jack demanded.

Ana Maria and Lefty quickly got a hold of the Commodore.

"Take him below. I've decided what to do with him." My features going too pure hate. "Don't worry Commodore, you'll be out of the brig by the end of the day."

"Take him now!" Jack demanded

"What the bloody 'ell was that? What was he doing up here?" Jack questioned furiously.

I dropped my sword on the table. I walked over and grabbed a rag, I sat on the chair by the table, throwing my right leg on the table, winching from the pain of the gash.

"It's not important." I said, cleaning up the blood that flowed out.

"Obviously it is, yer hurt. Now, What was he doing up here?"

"Ye were sleeping, I was looking for a good time." I laughed at my little joke.

Jack didn't seem to find it very funny though. "Tell me." "He wanted to speak wit me, it's my ship so fine."

"Why didn't ye go down to speak wit him and how did he get loose?"

"Details, just little details.. I was too lazy to walk downstairs. Wait.. Are ye jealous?" I questioned, my eyes trailing up to Jack who now stood next to me.

"Why would I be jealous?" he questioned

"Well let's see, ye leave, ye come back and find me. Shacking up with the commodore." I laughed slightly. I really was a smart ass.

"Ye weren't shacking up, ye were fighting."

"Maybe we were fighting cause he wouldn't give it to me." I grinned slightly

He shook his head, obviously not believing me.

"Yer crazy."

"I know, remember it keeps me sane." I smiled brightly. "No need to worry Gullible, I wouldn't Shack up with a Commodore, to tell ye the truth he's an ass. Not that cute either.. Not my type."

Jack shook his head with a smile. "Definitely crazy."

Jack pulled the chair next to mine; he took the rag from my hand. He ran it over my cut with such care. I winced slightly as pain shot up my leg. I'd never give anyone the pleasure of seeing me cry. I suffered through it. I also suffered through his method of cleaning said wound, with Rum. Go figure, has many uses rum does.