Hello everyone... I'm still here. That wasn't too long of a wait was it now?
I realized that I forgot to put a disclaimer in my last chapter, oops. Ah
well, here I'll make up for it.
Before I start, let me remind you I don't own any of the characters, settings, and so on in Pirates of the Caribbean, except for the ones I make up...sooner or later. I am not getting paid for this either, it's pure pleasure.
And now I get to add a new thing here! Thank you SO much to my new beta friend- pendragginink. She is the absolute best, and very, very helpful, might I add.
Enjoy! ((((((())))))))
Taking Your Chances
Whipping and Suffering
"Ah, don't ye worry, Mrs. Turner. It'll all be o'er," Zachary swiped a rum bottle off the table as he made his way towards Elizabeth, "Soon as Jack 'ere tells me wha' I wanna know."
With an effort, Jack forced his eyes away from Anamaria's and set them to glare at the other Captain. "Wha' is it ye want? I though' this was all 'bout yer parents."
"Aye, so ye thought." Zachary whispered, with his eyes still locked on Elizabeth's face. Taking a swig from the rum, he brought his calloused hand up to brush back a few strands of her wild hair, taking great care to avoid her mouth. He'd already been bit once tonight, and he saw no reason to be making it two. "Such a pretty little thing..."
"Keep your filthy hands off her, pirate!" Will struggled against the chains.
Captain Bailey shook his head, "Ye say pirate like it's a bad thin', boy."
"Do I?" Will fired back, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"I resent tha'." Jack, surprisingly, had not lost his humor in the heat of the things.
Will opened his mouth to argue with Jack when Elizabeth cut him off, "Both of you stop this before you start. This is not the time."
"The wench 's right, ya know?" Zachary chuckled at the two men.
"And you think that you're one to talk about right and wrong do you, Captain Bailey?" Elizabeth leaned forward against her chains. "You're crazier than Jack!"
Jack winced when the word 'crazy' flew from her lips, remembering the last time he'd called Zachary mad.
However, instead of smacking her across the face, like Jack had expected, Captain Zachary calmly held the rum bottle above her head and poured the rest of its contents on her. Elizabeth sputtered and Will growled, while Jack looked on in confusion, as to why anyone would waste a bottle of perfectly good rum.
"Ah, don't like rum, do ya missy?" Zachary asked.
Elizabeth didn't answer, but instead shook out the droplets that clung to her hair.
"I guessed as much, from yer time on the island wit ol' Jack. Burnt all his rum did ya?" Captain Bailey turned his back to her and went to grab another bottle of rum from the stash on the table.
"'Ow would ye know tha'?" Jack asked before Elizabeth could.
"I know lot's o' things, Sparrow. And one a them 'appens to be not tah drink yerself into a stupor. Ye tell secrets too easily." Zachary winked at him from his position leaning against the rum table.
Although Jack had no memory of it, he wouldn't doubt that at one time when he was very drunk, he must have told a complete stranger the tale of Elizabeth, the island, and the rum sacrifice. And as it turned out, the stranger must have been Zachary Bailey, either that or one of his crewmen.
"Me dear, ye seem tah be awfully quiet 'anging there. Reminiscing in the ol' days, eh?" Jack cleared his head to see that Zachary was speaking to Anamaria, who hadn't said a word since they'd reached 'The Torture Room'.
Anamaria lifted her head slightly to glare at Zachary out of the corner of her chocolate eye. "'Ow 'bout this? Bring back any memories?" As he spoke the pirate captain reached to the far side of the table and pulled open a wooden box. What lay inside made Jack's stomach turn, a cat o' nine tails, used for whipping slaves.
Anamaria shivered in spite of herself. How she remembered that whip cutting into her skin day after day back when... Suddenly Anamaria's face became livid and her voice cut as deeply as a cutlass. "'Ow did ye know?" She hissed.
"Lass, I've known fer a long time. In fact, since ya met Jack Sparrow, I've known." Zachary snarled at her, uncurling the cat o' nine tails.
"Wha' is bloody goin' on round 'ere? Wha's 'e talkin' bout Ana?" Jack's frustrated voice was heard.
"Didn't yer dear Anamaria tell ya bout 'er days in Port Marque, being a slave?" At Jack's surprised look, Zachary guessed he she hadn't. "By all means then, let me. An' feel free to add anythin' tha' I miss 'long the way, Ana darlin'."
"Bastard!"
Ignoring her comment, Zachary twirled the very tip of the cat o' nine tails around his finger as he began to inform Jack about his wench's old life. "Let's see it 'ad tah be 'bout twelve years 'go. And this one 'ere," He motioned to Anamaria, "was a slave fer the richest and most important man in Port Marque. Not just any slave, though, she was 'is favorite." Zachary smiled suggestively at her. "I can see why o' course, lots a spirit."
Jack growled menacingly at Zachary as he continued with Anamaria's past. "An' so things went fer a few years, till one day, this very 'portant man ends up dead at the hands of his favorite slave. As ye can guess tha' didn't go well wit any o' the people o' Port Marque, so the little slave 'ad to run, stowed 'way on a ship, and from there she ended in Tortuga." Finishing, Zachary pushed off the table and stalked towards Anamaria with the cat o' nine tails in his hands.
Squirming to look behind her, Anamaria demanded to know how he knew about her past, which she thought she had hidden so well.
"'Ow I know... that's where the real story begins." Zachary pondered aloud to himself.
"Then tell it tah us." Jack said quickly, hoping to buy Anamaria some time before he used the whip on her. He could tell from the way that her ankles were shackled to the floor and her wrist were pulled tight by chains stretching to the ceiling that if he did hit her, there was no place to swing around to take less of the blow.
"Do ya think I'm stupid, Sparrow?" Zachary knew Jack was wasting time on purpose, "But a'right, I see no 'arm in tellin' ya. Why don't I tell ya the story, while I let lovely Ana 'ere get 'er taste back for the cat."
Before anyone had time to reply, Zachary swung his arm forward and let the whip snap across Anamaria's back. Although she didn't call out, Jack, who could only see the front of her, saw her eyes fill with pain.
"Where tah start, where tah start?" Captain Bailey rubbed his chin. "Ah, that's right, wit the death of me parents." His face became deadly serious and he pulled back again, letting the whip fly at Anamaria.
Will turned his head from the sight of the cat connecting with her back for the second time. It made him sick to watch her bloody shirt sticking to where she'd just been hit. Elizabeth also had her head turned, and was repeating a silent prayer inside her head over and over again.
"Seventeen years 'go, was it Jack? Seventeen years 'go, ye murdered 'em in cold blood." Zachary nodded his head violently. "Ten years ol'... an' I'm told tha' Jack Sparrow o' the Black Pearl killed me parents." The anger swelled inside Captain Bailey, and once again he took it out on Anamaria with another flick of the wrist.
Jack could hardly see straight, pure rage clouded his vision, but he stayed as calm as possible to hear the rest of the tale.
"An' so I went, from the age o' ten, planning a way to get me revenge. And then it came, when I turned fifteen, I met a fellow by the name o' Hector Barbossa, who could 'elp me fit me plan together perfectly." Zachary could see confusion on Jack's face. "Now I was a very rich lad, considerin' what plunder me parents 'ad left behind, so it was no problem gettin' Barbossa to work fer me."
Jack couldn't believe what the other captain was saying, Barbossa working for Zachary? It didn't seem possible, that a man like Barbossa would take orders from a boy less than half his age.
"But tha' bilge-suckin' dog betrayed me!" Zachary interrupted Jack's reeling mind, "I gave 'em 'alf o' me fortune to bring back me parent's compass that 'eld the way tah Isla de Muerta, and instead, 'e takes it fer 'imself and maroons ya on some godforsaken spit o' land."
Jack rolled his eyes, at the mention of that island again. 'Lord 'ow I 'ate tha' bloody island!'
Zachary still seemed to be wrapped up in his story of the past, "So I waited, fer the same ten years tha' ye did, Sparrow. An' fortunately fer me, no one, not even ye, notice a young boy in Tortuga."
Zachary saw Jack's brow crease as he tried to understand what he'd just been told. "Tha's right, Cap'n," Zachary mocked, "I followed ye ten years an' ye ne'er noticed me once. I know e'erthing 'bout ya, and anyone ye talked tah o'er them years, I knew 'bout 'em too."
Behind her closed eyes, Anamaria was taking in the information like someone who'd been starved for days. 'So tha's 'ow the bastard knew.' She thought. ''E must a found out, when I met Jack fer the first time.' Anamaria remembered meeting Jack a few years after his mutiny. They'd become drinking partners at the Faithful Bride, before he'd stolen her boat, the Jolly Mon, one night.
"Then ye left Tortuga, an' without a boat o' me own, I couldn't follow. So I waited, an' not long after, I 'eard of yer return to cap'ning the Black Pearl. Which could only mean tha' Barbossa was dead, as was me plan I'd made so many years 'go." Zachary's anger returned and he remembered the cat still in his hands. Unexpectedly, he snapped it across Anamaria's back, twice in quick succession.
Anamaria felt the tip of the whip cut through her shirt then her skin, and she couldn't hold it in any longer. She cried out the second time the cat o' nine tails hit her from behind.
Jack struggled against his bindings harder than ever before when he heard her cry aloud. Will also pulled against his chains half-heartedly, knowing it was near to impossible to break them. And Elizabeth appeared to have fainted, although her lips moved slightly, as if she was trying to speak.
Captain Bailey, finally walked out from behind Anamaria and set the cat o' nine tails back in its wooden box. However, he pulled out a small beautifully carved dagger and headed towards Jack.
"Do ya think it has all been coincidences so far, Sparrow?" Zachary asked, coming to a stop in front of the man. "Everythin' tha's 'appened so far has been me."
Jack didn't understand what he was talking about, "Wha' do ye mean everythin' tha's 'appened so far?"
"Let's start wit Colom Brian, should we?" Zachary tapped his chin with the dagger.
Jack groaned silently at how stupid he'd been to forget 'The Giant'. He'd been so caught up with Del and the fact that he'd lost his hat, that it didn't ever occur to him that he'd failed to remember to wait for Colom to drop by with the information he'd requested.
"I assume from yer reaction ye remember our lovely giant. An' everythin' was goin' 'xactly as I planned. Ya saved Ana like ye were supposed tah, then ye beat Colom, an' 'e gave ya the story 'bout bein' paid through letters an' such."
Jack was only half listening because from the moment Captain Bailey had mentioned Colom Brian, he knew how daft he must have been not to notice all the connections.
Zachary continued gloating at his wonderful plan, while he fingered the dagger. "An' then I 'ad me lovely assistant, Delana..."
"Delana? I though' she was yer wife, Bailey." Anamaria asked, painfully lifting her head to glare at him.
"Aye, I guess we were married. No love in it, o' course." He turned to face Anamaria and grinned suggestively. "She was just there fer specific reasons. A marvelous seducer, I migh' add." Spinning around to stare at Jack again, "I told 'er tha' she was 'possed tah get onto the Pearl any way she could. An' don't ye think it's a bit odd now, tha' when ye fell through the ceiling of the inn, she just 'appened to be in the room under ya?"
Jack had already figured it out that she must have been listening to him and Anamaria. If you could fall through the ceiling, Del would not have had a problem hearing through it.
"Everythin' was going perfectly, till ye forgot 'bout Colom Brian and left the 'arbor before he could get a letter to ya. So instead o' getting' ye to come tah me, I 'ad to follow you."
Everyone in the room was silent for a few moments; there was no need for him to explain anymore because they all knew what had happened after that.
"So now..." Zachary approached Jack with a mad glint in his eyes, "I'll be needin' tah know the coordinates fer Isla de Muerta."
Jack stared, confused, at the man only a few inches from him, "Tha's it? Tha's all ye bloody needed this WHOLE BLOODY TIME?"
Zachary didn't answer, but placed the dagger along the base of Jack's throat.
Jack moved his eyes to the Turner's and sighed, "Ye didn't even need to bring 'em into it. I'll tell ye where the Island is." And so Jack let the secret, which had been locked inside his head since his mutiny, out. The coordinates to where Isla de Muerta lay.
Zachary imprinted the directions in his memory and lifted the dagger away from what he thought was a broken pirate. Laughing aloud he turned, set the dagger down, and left the room without another word.
Reaching the top deck, Captain Bailey made his way to the helmsman, who had control of the Betrayal's wheel at the moment. Giving the coordinates to the man, he was delighted to hear that they were no more than a day away from Isla de Muerta.
Milarri, who had just descended the rigging from the crow's nest, rushed to his Captain. "Cap'n Bailey, sir? Wha' should be done wit the prisoners?"
Zachary debated this for a minute before answering, "Leave 'em there tah 'ang fer a day. Check every few hours, tah make sure tha' Sparrow isn't planning anythin'."
Milarri nodded his head and went to carry out the orders.
"Oh, and Milarri... don't give 'em nothin' tah eat o' drink. Let 'em suffer a bit." Zachary said bitterly.
TBC
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Wow, that took me two days and I still can't tell if I like it or not. There was so much dialogue in it. Maybe too much, you tell me. Well I'm leaving for vacation at the end of the week, but I'm gonna try really hard to get another chapter up. It all depends on if my brain doesn't crash and burn on the way. Lol.
Thanks a lot reviewers!!!
LeeAna: Aww, you like it? I'm so happy now! I hope I didn't make you wait too long for this one. Thanks a bunchies!!!
kungfuchick: I'm writing, I'm writing. I'll hurry, I promise!! Just keep enjoying them as much as you do!
PiratePrincess91: Well, uh thank you sorta. I'm sorry you didn't like the way it ended (this ones ending isn't much better for our favorite characters is it) so very sorry, just don't hate me.
pendragginink: Look 00 I get to thank you down here too. You are the best!!! All ten reviews put me into a fit of giggles myself. I'm happy that you like a line from each of my chapters, so far. Hopefully, I can keep that going for you. But you get to see the chappys before they even come out, so lucky you. Lol. Well I hope to hear form you soon.
Did I forget anyone? Looks around No? Okay good. Like I already said before, I'm ganna try real hard to get out the next chapter before I have to go away. Okay thanks a bunch for reading (those who did), and please review. It makes me very happy, and people like me when I'm happy. I write faster too wink, wink. -Rachel
Before I start, let me remind you I don't own any of the characters, settings, and so on in Pirates of the Caribbean, except for the ones I make up...sooner or later. I am not getting paid for this either, it's pure pleasure.
And now I get to add a new thing here! Thank you SO much to my new beta friend- pendragginink. She is the absolute best, and very, very helpful, might I add.
Enjoy! ((((((())))))))
Taking Your Chances
Whipping and Suffering
"Ah, don't ye worry, Mrs. Turner. It'll all be o'er," Zachary swiped a rum bottle off the table as he made his way towards Elizabeth, "Soon as Jack 'ere tells me wha' I wanna know."
With an effort, Jack forced his eyes away from Anamaria's and set them to glare at the other Captain. "Wha' is it ye want? I though' this was all 'bout yer parents."
"Aye, so ye thought." Zachary whispered, with his eyes still locked on Elizabeth's face. Taking a swig from the rum, he brought his calloused hand up to brush back a few strands of her wild hair, taking great care to avoid her mouth. He'd already been bit once tonight, and he saw no reason to be making it two. "Such a pretty little thing..."
"Keep your filthy hands off her, pirate!" Will struggled against the chains.
Captain Bailey shook his head, "Ye say pirate like it's a bad thin', boy."
"Do I?" Will fired back, sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"I resent tha'." Jack, surprisingly, had not lost his humor in the heat of the things.
Will opened his mouth to argue with Jack when Elizabeth cut him off, "Both of you stop this before you start. This is not the time."
"The wench 's right, ya know?" Zachary chuckled at the two men.
"And you think that you're one to talk about right and wrong do you, Captain Bailey?" Elizabeth leaned forward against her chains. "You're crazier than Jack!"
Jack winced when the word 'crazy' flew from her lips, remembering the last time he'd called Zachary mad.
However, instead of smacking her across the face, like Jack had expected, Captain Zachary calmly held the rum bottle above her head and poured the rest of its contents on her. Elizabeth sputtered and Will growled, while Jack looked on in confusion, as to why anyone would waste a bottle of perfectly good rum.
"Ah, don't like rum, do ya missy?" Zachary asked.
Elizabeth didn't answer, but instead shook out the droplets that clung to her hair.
"I guessed as much, from yer time on the island wit ol' Jack. Burnt all his rum did ya?" Captain Bailey turned his back to her and went to grab another bottle of rum from the stash on the table.
"'Ow would ye know tha'?" Jack asked before Elizabeth could.
"I know lot's o' things, Sparrow. And one a them 'appens to be not tah drink yerself into a stupor. Ye tell secrets too easily." Zachary winked at him from his position leaning against the rum table.
Although Jack had no memory of it, he wouldn't doubt that at one time when he was very drunk, he must have told a complete stranger the tale of Elizabeth, the island, and the rum sacrifice. And as it turned out, the stranger must have been Zachary Bailey, either that or one of his crewmen.
"Me dear, ye seem tah be awfully quiet 'anging there. Reminiscing in the ol' days, eh?" Jack cleared his head to see that Zachary was speaking to Anamaria, who hadn't said a word since they'd reached 'The Torture Room'.
Anamaria lifted her head slightly to glare at Zachary out of the corner of her chocolate eye. "'Ow 'bout this? Bring back any memories?" As he spoke the pirate captain reached to the far side of the table and pulled open a wooden box. What lay inside made Jack's stomach turn, a cat o' nine tails, used for whipping slaves.
Anamaria shivered in spite of herself. How she remembered that whip cutting into her skin day after day back when... Suddenly Anamaria's face became livid and her voice cut as deeply as a cutlass. "'Ow did ye know?" She hissed.
"Lass, I've known fer a long time. In fact, since ya met Jack Sparrow, I've known." Zachary snarled at her, uncurling the cat o' nine tails.
"Wha' is bloody goin' on round 'ere? Wha's 'e talkin' bout Ana?" Jack's frustrated voice was heard.
"Didn't yer dear Anamaria tell ya bout 'er days in Port Marque, being a slave?" At Jack's surprised look, Zachary guessed he she hadn't. "By all means then, let me. An' feel free to add anythin' tha' I miss 'long the way, Ana darlin'."
"Bastard!"
Ignoring her comment, Zachary twirled the very tip of the cat o' nine tails around his finger as he began to inform Jack about his wench's old life. "Let's see it 'ad tah be 'bout twelve years 'go. And this one 'ere," He motioned to Anamaria, "was a slave fer the richest and most important man in Port Marque. Not just any slave, though, she was 'is favorite." Zachary smiled suggestively at her. "I can see why o' course, lots a spirit."
Jack growled menacingly at Zachary as he continued with Anamaria's past. "An' so things went fer a few years, till one day, this very 'portant man ends up dead at the hands of his favorite slave. As ye can guess tha' didn't go well wit any o' the people o' Port Marque, so the little slave 'ad to run, stowed 'way on a ship, and from there she ended in Tortuga." Finishing, Zachary pushed off the table and stalked towards Anamaria with the cat o' nine tails in his hands.
Squirming to look behind her, Anamaria demanded to know how he knew about her past, which she thought she had hidden so well.
"'Ow I know... that's where the real story begins." Zachary pondered aloud to himself.
"Then tell it tah us." Jack said quickly, hoping to buy Anamaria some time before he used the whip on her. He could tell from the way that her ankles were shackled to the floor and her wrist were pulled tight by chains stretching to the ceiling that if he did hit her, there was no place to swing around to take less of the blow.
"Do ya think I'm stupid, Sparrow?" Zachary knew Jack was wasting time on purpose, "But a'right, I see no 'arm in tellin' ya. Why don't I tell ya the story, while I let lovely Ana 'ere get 'er taste back for the cat."
Before anyone had time to reply, Zachary swung his arm forward and let the whip snap across Anamaria's back. Although she didn't call out, Jack, who could only see the front of her, saw her eyes fill with pain.
"Where tah start, where tah start?" Captain Bailey rubbed his chin. "Ah, that's right, wit the death of me parents." His face became deadly serious and he pulled back again, letting the whip fly at Anamaria.
Will turned his head from the sight of the cat connecting with her back for the second time. It made him sick to watch her bloody shirt sticking to where she'd just been hit. Elizabeth also had her head turned, and was repeating a silent prayer inside her head over and over again.
"Seventeen years 'go, was it Jack? Seventeen years 'go, ye murdered 'em in cold blood." Zachary nodded his head violently. "Ten years ol'... an' I'm told tha' Jack Sparrow o' the Black Pearl killed me parents." The anger swelled inside Captain Bailey, and once again he took it out on Anamaria with another flick of the wrist.
Jack could hardly see straight, pure rage clouded his vision, but he stayed as calm as possible to hear the rest of the tale.
"An' so I went, from the age o' ten, planning a way to get me revenge. And then it came, when I turned fifteen, I met a fellow by the name o' Hector Barbossa, who could 'elp me fit me plan together perfectly." Zachary could see confusion on Jack's face. "Now I was a very rich lad, considerin' what plunder me parents 'ad left behind, so it was no problem gettin' Barbossa to work fer me."
Jack couldn't believe what the other captain was saying, Barbossa working for Zachary? It didn't seem possible, that a man like Barbossa would take orders from a boy less than half his age.
"But tha' bilge-suckin' dog betrayed me!" Zachary interrupted Jack's reeling mind, "I gave 'em 'alf o' me fortune to bring back me parent's compass that 'eld the way tah Isla de Muerta, and instead, 'e takes it fer 'imself and maroons ya on some godforsaken spit o' land."
Jack rolled his eyes, at the mention of that island again. 'Lord 'ow I 'ate tha' bloody island!'
Zachary still seemed to be wrapped up in his story of the past, "So I waited, fer the same ten years tha' ye did, Sparrow. An' fortunately fer me, no one, not even ye, notice a young boy in Tortuga."
Zachary saw Jack's brow crease as he tried to understand what he'd just been told. "Tha's right, Cap'n," Zachary mocked, "I followed ye ten years an' ye ne'er noticed me once. I know e'erthing 'bout ya, and anyone ye talked tah o'er them years, I knew 'bout 'em too."
Behind her closed eyes, Anamaria was taking in the information like someone who'd been starved for days. 'So tha's 'ow the bastard knew.' She thought. ''E must a found out, when I met Jack fer the first time.' Anamaria remembered meeting Jack a few years after his mutiny. They'd become drinking partners at the Faithful Bride, before he'd stolen her boat, the Jolly Mon, one night.
"Then ye left Tortuga, an' without a boat o' me own, I couldn't follow. So I waited, an' not long after, I 'eard of yer return to cap'ning the Black Pearl. Which could only mean tha' Barbossa was dead, as was me plan I'd made so many years 'go." Zachary's anger returned and he remembered the cat still in his hands. Unexpectedly, he snapped it across Anamaria's back, twice in quick succession.
Anamaria felt the tip of the whip cut through her shirt then her skin, and she couldn't hold it in any longer. She cried out the second time the cat o' nine tails hit her from behind.
Jack struggled against his bindings harder than ever before when he heard her cry aloud. Will also pulled against his chains half-heartedly, knowing it was near to impossible to break them. And Elizabeth appeared to have fainted, although her lips moved slightly, as if she was trying to speak.
Captain Bailey, finally walked out from behind Anamaria and set the cat o' nine tails back in its wooden box. However, he pulled out a small beautifully carved dagger and headed towards Jack.
"Do ya think it has all been coincidences so far, Sparrow?" Zachary asked, coming to a stop in front of the man. "Everythin' tha's 'appened so far has been me."
Jack didn't understand what he was talking about, "Wha' do ye mean everythin' tha's 'appened so far?"
"Let's start wit Colom Brian, should we?" Zachary tapped his chin with the dagger.
Jack groaned silently at how stupid he'd been to forget 'The Giant'. He'd been so caught up with Del and the fact that he'd lost his hat, that it didn't ever occur to him that he'd failed to remember to wait for Colom to drop by with the information he'd requested.
"I assume from yer reaction ye remember our lovely giant. An' everythin' was goin' 'xactly as I planned. Ya saved Ana like ye were supposed tah, then ye beat Colom, an' 'e gave ya the story 'bout bein' paid through letters an' such."
Jack was only half listening because from the moment Captain Bailey had mentioned Colom Brian, he knew how daft he must have been not to notice all the connections.
Zachary continued gloating at his wonderful plan, while he fingered the dagger. "An' then I 'ad me lovely assistant, Delana..."
"Delana? I though' she was yer wife, Bailey." Anamaria asked, painfully lifting her head to glare at him.
"Aye, I guess we were married. No love in it, o' course." He turned to face Anamaria and grinned suggestively. "She was just there fer specific reasons. A marvelous seducer, I migh' add." Spinning around to stare at Jack again, "I told 'er tha' she was 'possed tah get onto the Pearl any way she could. An' don't ye think it's a bit odd now, tha' when ye fell through the ceiling of the inn, she just 'appened to be in the room under ya?"
Jack had already figured it out that she must have been listening to him and Anamaria. If you could fall through the ceiling, Del would not have had a problem hearing through it.
"Everythin' was going perfectly, till ye forgot 'bout Colom Brian and left the 'arbor before he could get a letter to ya. So instead o' getting' ye to come tah me, I 'ad to follow you."
Everyone in the room was silent for a few moments; there was no need for him to explain anymore because they all knew what had happened after that.
"So now..." Zachary approached Jack with a mad glint in his eyes, "I'll be needin' tah know the coordinates fer Isla de Muerta."
Jack stared, confused, at the man only a few inches from him, "Tha's it? Tha's all ye bloody needed this WHOLE BLOODY TIME?"
Zachary didn't answer, but placed the dagger along the base of Jack's throat.
Jack moved his eyes to the Turner's and sighed, "Ye didn't even need to bring 'em into it. I'll tell ye where the Island is." And so Jack let the secret, which had been locked inside his head since his mutiny, out. The coordinates to where Isla de Muerta lay.
Zachary imprinted the directions in his memory and lifted the dagger away from what he thought was a broken pirate. Laughing aloud he turned, set the dagger down, and left the room without another word.
Reaching the top deck, Captain Bailey made his way to the helmsman, who had control of the Betrayal's wheel at the moment. Giving the coordinates to the man, he was delighted to hear that they were no more than a day away from Isla de Muerta.
Milarri, who had just descended the rigging from the crow's nest, rushed to his Captain. "Cap'n Bailey, sir? Wha' should be done wit the prisoners?"
Zachary debated this for a minute before answering, "Leave 'em there tah 'ang fer a day. Check every few hours, tah make sure tha' Sparrow isn't planning anythin'."
Milarri nodded his head and went to carry out the orders.
"Oh, and Milarri... don't give 'em nothin' tah eat o' drink. Let 'em suffer a bit." Zachary said bitterly.
TBC
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Wow, that took me two days and I still can't tell if I like it or not. There was so much dialogue in it. Maybe too much, you tell me. Well I'm leaving for vacation at the end of the week, but I'm gonna try really hard to get another chapter up. It all depends on if my brain doesn't crash and burn on the way. Lol.
Thanks a lot reviewers!!!
LeeAna: Aww, you like it? I'm so happy now! I hope I didn't make you wait too long for this one. Thanks a bunchies!!!
kungfuchick: I'm writing, I'm writing. I'll hurry, I promise!! Just keep enjoying them as much as you do!
PiratePrincess91: Well, uh thank you sorta. I'm sorry you didn't like the way it ended (this ones ending isn't much better for our favorite characters is it) so very sorry, just don't hate me.
pendragginink: Look 00 I get to thank you down here too. You are the best!!! All ten reviews put me into a fit of giggles myself. I'm happy that you like a line from each of my chapters, so far. Hopefully, I can keep that going for you. But you get to see the chappys before they even come out, so lucky you. Lol. Well I hope to hear form you soon.
Did I forget anyone? Looks around No? Okay good. Like I already said before, I'm ganna try real hard to get out the next chapter before I have to go away. Okay thanks a bunch for reading (those who did), and please review. It makes me very happy, and people like me when I'm happy. I write faster too wink, wink. -Rachel