I do not own potc, you know the rest.
Moulin Rouge Pirate, your back babe! Was missing you loads, don't worry Tarrogyn is not Jack's da. I'm really sorry there is no sequel to Change In The Wind but I had no idea what to write. PLEASE forgive me! Everybody is going to be screwing everybody over in this story cant wait to give you guys the rest!
Untouchable what the hell I'm I going to do without you? Well I'll look forward to a mountain of reviews when you get back. Camping? I did that once in Perth, we were in some woods in the middle of deer hunting season. Clever or what? Anyway have a great time luv, I'll be thinking about you when your wiping your ass with leaves.
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Jack stayed silent for a long while waiting as his words sunk into Tarrogyn, in the background he was well away of the bar wench watching him, eyeing him and giving him a seductive smile. Another day perhaps he would have paid more heed but for now his misery trapped him as he sunk deeper into the chair.
"She's been cursed." he said finally and Tarrogyn raised his eyebrows. Jack was not in any mood really to be talking to the Captain, for starters he felt like a swine for even striking a bargain with the bastered and to sour him further his chance of getting a hold of the treasure had been foiled by the sod's wife before she passed on. Quite right though he thought swilling the rum inside the bottle, any mother would want to protect their daughter from scoundrels such as himself and the rat sitting across from him. James Tarrogyn tapped his finger nails on the table increasing Jack's irritation.
"Cursed you say?" he encouraged Jack to go on.
"Aye, Devon's the only person who can use that key, it would appear Sierra's dying wish was not for you to have any part in the treasure she left." he paused to lift his legs onto the table, "The trinket isn't the only key to it, Devon is one too. She need to have the scroll read from her back in order to open the door to her fortune." he glanced over James making sure he was following,
"That's not that hard," James piped stroking his beard, "Either one of us can do that." Jack laughed shaking his head.
"Sierra's gift to your daughter was a gift of love at her finding love,"
"Stop talking in riddles son and give me it." Tarrogyn said suddenly confused at where Jack was going with the conversation. Jack only raised his eyebrows and contemplated leaving there and then. He had no use for Devon or Tarrogyn if he wasn't getting any treasure. His weariness kept him put and he sighed.
"The person that reads the scroll from her back must be the same person that gives her complete happiness, love in other words," he waved his hand over the word as if it disgusted him, Tarrogyn laughed suddenly.
"That's it? That's all, phaw!" he threw his hand in the air smiling wildly. A finger pointed its way towards Jack who eyed it uncomfortable.
"You get right on that then." the knarled pirate bellowed still waving his finger at Jack, "Woo her and we'll have that treasure after all." Jack could only gape at Tarrogyn.
"You better be kidding mate," he eyed James and cursed as he saw that he was indeed serious, "When hell freezes over, that wench had a blade to my throat not but a week ago, savvy?" Tarrogyn laughed draining his remaining ale and wiping the froth from his beard.
"Ha! Never thought she had it in her." he turned more serious, "Look Jack, she doesn't need to know that you have not a care in the world for her, as long as she loves you then we can get that treasure and part our separate ways."
"I'd rather not," Jack muttered finishing his own drink and lifting the empty bottle to the wench at the bar so she would bring him another. "If you knew your daughter at all you would see that not a prince in gold armour would woo her. She's made of bloody stone."
"Then you'll have to be more that a prince for her then." Tarrogyn replied grinning. Jack sighed, he hated more and more at being a part of this, who in their right mind would flog their own daughter for some gold anyway, he studied James. The man was persistent he gave him that.
"How much is in the cave?" he asked accepting the fresh rum bottle the wench brought and dismissing her without a look. Tarrogyn shrugged,
"Sierra only said that her greatest gift was in it, she wanted Devon to have only the best in life without having to be a pirate all her life. I'm guessing that when Devon found herself a man that the treasure was to be he retirement fund. Sierra didn't want Devon being a pirate all her life and she trusted me with the amulet to give to Devon when she 'found her place in life'" he shrugged, "must be a fair amount though, her father was a wealthy man."
Jack nodded his mind distracted by his own morals. He didn't think it was right going after the treasure after everything he'd learned, Devon maybe a sharp tongued little wench but it was unfair of her not to know her mother's true gift to her. It shamed him to think that he was a part of it. Suddenly as if he'd been slapped in the face reality hit him.
"Bloody hell." he snapped at himself and Tarrogn looked up sharply. Jack scowled, he was becoming soft like pig shit every minute. He would end up loosing the reputation he had worked on for so long if he kept up this sort of behaviour.
"Aye," he said at the other confused pirate who was looking at him as if he were mad,
"Give me one maybe two weeks, I'll have her wiping my buttocks," he said standing flicking two shillings on the table for the wench at the bar, "what say you for that?" Tarrogyn grinned and thrust out his hand.
"One week Jack, I'll give you that long." Jack stared at his outstretched hand with disgust.
"You'll give me as long as I need mate, she's not exactly falling all over me as it is let alone actually being in love." he snorted at the disgusting thought of having to do this sort of thing, if it got out it would ruin his name.
"We have an accord." James Tarrogyn shook Jack hand heavily grinning at his looming fortune.
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Hope everything is a bit clearer now for you now if not let me know and I'll explain all. Thanks for reading!
