I don't own any of these characters…but I DO wish I owned Orlando Bloom…or Will Turner…or Johnny Depp…or Captain Jack Sparrow… *-* Ha….me and Jack Sparrow…I can just imagine the looks I'd get from all my friends…and it'd be worth every second….
A/N: This is an alternate ending to the movie- I'm sure that if you read the preceding chapters, you'll know what's been going on and whatnot….Savvy?*-*
A/N #2: This is the chapter you wanted…and I'm giving it to you…Savvy?
A/N #3: School is STILL a fucking killer (sorry for the language…)… I really think that they make us go to torture us, just cuz they had to go….. *-* But yeah, anyways…. I hope you like this chapter…. And yeah…. This chapter is LONG!!!! Ya hear that? LONG, LONG, LONG, LONG!!!! And to quote dear Sean Biggerstaff… It's "Longer and harder…" *-* I love that… But yeah….
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A/N #5: Hey, this chapter is mostly about dear Jack…. Sorry if you're not a Jack fan (shame, shame if you aren't!!!) but it just had to be like that… *-* But hey, I happen to think this chapter is fucking good… so yeah…
Summary: This is like an alternate ending to the movie…I'm at the spot where…well…read the "previously" thing….
Previously on Defeat:
Yes, he thought, this would be much better than that girl, because Jack and Will would be here to watch, and they wouldn't be able to do a damned thing about it… And he wouldn't kill them… not right away at least. Barbossa threw his head back and laughed mercilessly at how much fun he would have torturing them.
Jack awoke in the late afternoon of the next day. For being such an outgoing person during the day, and night, as some of his girls might say…. He wasn't one to relish the thought of waking up to a brand new day. Today was certainly no exception, and he opened his beautiful kohl-smudged eyes with the same exuberance one would have when being made to watch grass grow.
It was dark. Jack shifted his head a little to try and get a better view, but no light came to his eyes. It only occurred to him, after sitting up properly, that he still had his hat over his face. He lifted his arm and brought the hat down, and put it on the wooden floor. He blinked few times getting used to the dim light that the single lantern cast into the brig. His head hurt, as did his body, and for a moment, he couldn't recollect why. He also couldn't recollect where he was, but then again, that was normal for him… Captain Jack Sparrow – waking up in foreign places with foreign women by his side, not knowing anything about either his location or companion, and sometimes… companions…. But only for a moment did he wonder now, because after his eyes fully adjusted, his brain did as well; or as much as it could without any rum.
The night before had not been a pleasant one, and he could tell that tonight would not be one either, or any other night of his life - at least while he was a captive of that damn Barbossa.
Jack shifted his eyes over towards Will, in the cell opposite his. The boy was sitting there, in the middle of his cell with his back against the wall, staring into space. He looked terrible. Jack opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it, knowing what he knew of Will, he wouldn't want to be bothered right now. And, sticking to his plan of not bothering anyone for the benefit of all of them, he turned around to look and have a look-see what Elizabeth was doing. It wasn't much. Like Will; it looked as if she wanted to be isolated in he own thoughts as well. She was lying on the floor, tracing patterns into the floor with her delicate fingers. And oddly enough, the patterns actually were visible on the floor, until she wiped it and started a new pattern; the grime on the floor, that was mostly caked on and pushed around by Pintel and Raghetti, was thick enough for Elizabeth's little drawings to keep shape.
Jack tried to see what it was that she was drawing, but she was facing the other way and blocked his view entirely. He sighed inwardly…. This was going to be a long ride… However long it lasted for them.
Barbossa sat aboard the Dauntless in the dining hall. What wasn't eaten last night, which was very little, was re-cooked and sitting on the table before him, arranged neatly by his crew. The food was vanishing quickly, for it seemed he had the appetite of four starving tigers. No matter, he thought, this hunger would be sated as well as his other hunger… Yes, soon enough….
When he had finished his lunch, Barbossa took a ripe, green apple from a bowl on the table. Pure bliss… he took bite after bite from the apple and took another apple. But not all was sunshine and daisies… no; he had three rebellious captives to worry about.
Barbossa knew that Jack would somehow try to, or want to, strike a deal with him, mistaking him for some feeble minded idiot. Well, Jack would have another thing coming, yes, he would. Finally after thinking and pondering much, and polishing off three apples, Barbossa decided to dine with Jack Sparrow that evening.
Jack spent the day like his companions did, just sitting and staring off into the distance, or, every once in a while, drawing some random picture on the floor. He actually came up with a few good ones of Barbossa dying in various ways: hanging, drowning, him shooting him with his pistol… et cetera… But behind his mask of boredom, the cogs in Jack's mind were working overtime as they did only too often. Jack knew that Barbossa would want to 'talk' to him – be it to strike a deal, torture him, or perhaps kill him; Jack had not the slightest idea. He hoped for the best, and since it was only he who was doing the bargaining, instead of Mr. Very-Rash-Let's-Hasten-To-And-Not-Wait-Until-The-Opportune-Moment Turner, he figured it might work out in his favor – but it was only a hunch.
A couple of minutes later, Jack heard noise coming from above. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind it was someone coming down… but for what reason, he had no idea. He soon found out…
Pintel and Raghetti came thumping down the now rickety stairs to the brig, bearing small tin plates. There were only two.
Jack turned to see the two of them lumbering down and when he saw the two plates, he tried to think of some way to give something to Elizabeth. If she gave in, well… he didn't want to think about it. He quickly thought of something, however it was lame, and sounded unplanned. When the two came up to the cells, each carrying a tin plate, they set them down in front of both Will and Jack's cell. " 'ere ye go boys, eat up!" Ragheti laughed. "Eat up…" Pintel parroted dumbly.
Jack decided to try his shoddy plan now. There were so many holes in it that it would have sunk to the bottom of the ocean, had it not been held up by the single sail of Jack's hope… but not for long… " 'ey mate, where's her plate?" he asked indignantly, as if he didn't know any of the goings on of last night.
Across the aisle, Will looked up immediately. What was Jack saying? Had he really been asleep all that time? He knew that Jack couldn't have been asleep that long, so he frowned at Jack for reminding Elizabeth of her not-so-fortunate situation.
Jack could sense Will's uneasiness, and it amused him slightly, as all of Will's feelings did for Jack. But it also worried him, he didn't want Will to give him away, so he sent Will a sign.
Still frowning, but not so overtly, Will could have sworn that Jack had winked at him. A moment later, he caught on to Jack's plan, just barely, and said, "Yes, you cannot deprive a lady such as Elizabeth of food."
Pintel and Raghetti looked dumfounded - surely they had not heard the orders wrong… Or had they? They both exchanged confused looks. Raghetti could have sworn that Barbossa had said to not give anything to the girl, and now, after thinking about it for a moment, he was certain. But that meant that… the whelp and the bastard were lying… Those little…. "Shut up…. We know yer lyin', so cut it," Raghetti spat.
Pintel looked at Raghetti for a moment before catching on and agreeing.
"Listen mate…" Jack started impatiently, yet in the back of his mind thinking about what Will had just said… "A lady eh? Well, that would mean you too… you know, what with being a eunuch and all…" Inwardly he was chuckling like mad, but outwardly, he showed the exact opposite.
"No - shut up!" Raghetti roared, "Or I'll take this away from ye too!"
"Well, it's jus' that none of us got the little message about 'er going without food," Jack said. "And why on earth would ye let a pretty littl' thing like that," he gestured towards Elizabeth, who was still lying on the ground, motionless at the moment, like an angel, "starve? Just look at 'er," he said smoothly, trying to coax the two with his voice.
It didn't work. Raghetti picked up Jack's plate and threatened to throw it against the wall.
"All righ'… fine," Jack snapped at Raghetti, planning to just give some to Elizabeth when the two idiots left. But no such luck was to be had.
"Eat it already ye gobs!" spat Raghetti.
"Can't we eat alone, in peace?" inquired Jack irritably.
"Nah - cuz then ye'll give it ter 'er! Come on… we're not stupid…" said Pintel testily. Raghetti nodded in agreement.
"Ye'll eat it now!" said Raghetti, and he sneered at Jack.
Jack returned the look, and took the plate, but went one step further and stuck his middle finger out at Raghetti.
Raghetti looked like a rabid cat about to claw its prey's eyes out as he lunged at the cell.
Jack didn't even flinch as he looked down at the food before him. Bread… stale bread and some stew-like mixture. "Oh joy," he thought to himself sarcastically as he tore the piece of bread in two and started putting the stew-like substance in the middle.
Will had his plate in his hands and he was looking at it with disgust. Sure, he had eaten stuff like this before, but he didn't want to be degraded like this… being made to eat whatever they gave him…. First it would be this, then who knew what they'd want to control next.
Jack saw Will, and said, "Eat it Will, you're gonna need that."
Will looked up again and saw Jack looking at him so gravely, that he felt he had no choice but to eat. Jack would know - wouldn't he? Jack knew Barbossa better than he did, and if this was all they'd get to last for god-knew-how-long, he felt he'd better try to stomach it. He took a bite of the bread; stale, just as he thought. And the other stuff - the stew… well, there was not describing that it was gross, not the worst he had ever eaten, but somehow nourishing at the same time. Bite by bite, Will ate the remainder of what was left on the plate. He thought he was going to gag, but he didn't want to in front of Pintel or Raghetti… Or Jack for that matter.
Jack meanwhile, was finished stuffing stew between the bread halves and had the whole mess in his mouth. He chewed for a while, swallowed, chewed some more, and swallowed again, making a bit of a sour face at the end.
Satisfied, Raghetti and Pintel left them, empty tin-plates in hand, and went up the stairs.
Jack listened to the footsteps of his former crewmates fade away, and once he was sure they were gone, Jack opened his mouth and spat out the entire hunk of bread, stew and all.
Jack had actually saved and conserved the stew by putting it inside the bread and saving both of those by pretending to eat it. Pintel and Raghetti, being the simpletons they were, had no idea he was acting and the sour face at the end was purely for effect. But no matter, for there was now a hunk of bread, with stew inside, in Jack's hand.
Will, seeing what Jack had done, but not fully understanding why, said, quite piqued, "You said I'd need it!" he was feeling rather miffed at the moment.
Jack once again amused at Will's miffiness, smiled and said nonchalantly, "You will." Then he turned to Elizabeth and said, "Hello darling, I've got something for you if you want…"
She didn't stir.
Jack got up… she hadn't moved for hours… what was she doing, especially when Pintel and Raghetti were there? He looked over at her and saw that she was catching up on sleep as well. He chuckled and pondered whether or not just to wake her… He decided to wake her, since he didn't particularly want to hold a piece of bread all night long, or get caught holding that bread...
"Elizabeth, luv, wake up!" he said loudly in her general direction.
She rolled around and looked at Jack groggily. "What is it Sparrow?" she slurred, not exactly happy at the thought of having been woken up.
"Good day to you too - listen – I've got somethin' for ye – it's food… if ye'll have it… It's stew… in between this bread, but the thing is – is that in order to get it, I 'ad ter put it in me mouth, savvy? There's nothing wrong with the stew - the bread was… well, protectin' it – in a manner of speakin.' So – anyways, I've got food 'ere… what say you?" Jack asked. He said it all very quickly and unevenly, and was hovering near the edge of his cell, feeling very antsy at the moment.
Elizabeth soaked all the facts I for a moment, and decided that it was worth her while to eat it. After all, he had gone through the trouble of saving it, and it wasn't everyday that you got Jack Sparrow to do such a deed. Plus, Elizabeth also knew that she had better eat as much as she could, since there was no more food for her from here on out.
She stood up. "Thanks Jack, really I'd be glad," she said to him.
He held the bread out for her to take and she reached through the criss-crossed bars on her cell to grab it. Jack smiled limply at her and sat down. He sighed. There was too much to think about and not enough rum to help it all along. Jack needed something to barter with… anything… If Barbossa was to meet with him soon, and he was almost certain of that fact… then he had to be able to give an offer for their lives.
Thinking of such an offer was not an awfully easy thing to do, especially when you really weren't that rich of a pirate.
He did have a small stash of treasure off of an island chain not far from where the rumrunner's cache was, but it wouldn't even begin to pay for one of them… let alone all three of them…
Will was still sitting in his cell – not that there was much else he could do… All he wanted was for all this to go away… if only… But he knew all too well that it wouldn't. He'd be lucky if they even stepped off of the Black Pearl again.
So there he sat, berating himself yet again for being such an idiot. There was nothing he could do now…. Or was there?
Jack was still thinking… and it depressed him… It had occurred to him, while thinking, that he really didn't have all that much. Placing things closer to the vest was taking a toll on him. A sort of paranoia had set in on Jack. It was mainly just major distrust of anyone near him. After the mutiny, Jack realized that even those incredibly close to him could and would betray him for a "bit o' shine and swag." Well, he'd not make that mistake again, would he? To put trust in someone was to become dependent meant you were weak and needed the support. He didn't need that. No, he was Captain Jack Sparrow; the stuff legends were made out of. And he was a legend all right…
In bed, on the seas, and throughout every port in the world, Jack Sparrow was a legend, in some cases, so incredible, he was regarded as a myth. But how, how could he turn from legend, myth, to being reduced to bargaining for his life with his former first mate? Somehow, it didn't seem possible, the key just didn't seem to fit, and he closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to come and wash away his shame.
It didn't help much.
After he had faded off into slumber, Jack had begun to dream. He dreamt he was sitting on a chaise lunge in some random brothel. There was a girl before him, wearing a whore's dress; a low-cut neckline, missing buttons, and extremely visible cleavage. "Wha's yer name?" she asked, slurring and drunk.
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow at your service luv," he felt himself reply.
"Hmpf…Cap'n Jack Sparrow?! Aren't ye the one 'oo tried to haggle yer life from yer old mate, but couldn't, even afta' bein' a legend an' all? Christ, yer pathetic… an utter failure, I wouldn't do ye even if ye 'ad any money now. You're a bloody disgrace," she said to him, degrading him with every word, grinding salt into his every wound.
He broke out in a sweat, this couldn't be happening… No, a whore demeaning him like this? Surely he couldn't sink any lower.
"Get out ye fuckin' piss," she spat at him.
Jack was confused beyond all possibility. What was going on? Why was the world backwards, inside out, and upside down? He used to be able to get any girl….
"Oh… wait…" the whore told him silkily. Jack stopped in his tracks… maybe it was all just a big mistake… a mistake… yes….
"Ye can take these two dogs ou' with ye," the whore said, laughing in his face.
Then, two women came from behind a curtain and rushed at him, saying vulgar things to him, begging him for a shag, saying that he could own them and asking if they could own him as well. Then, one reached for his belt buckle as they got outside the brothel and…
He woke up. Sweating, panting, flushed, and confused, he sat up. Not longer than twenty minutes had he been asleep, but he felt as if it had been days. What did it mean? Was his dream trying to tell him something? Or was it shame and lack of rum playing with his poor head?
Jack didn't have time to dwell on these thought, for Bo'sun had just stepped in front of his cell.
"The cap'n wants ye in 'is cabin," Bo'sun said to Jack gruffly.
Jack looked up at Bo'sun and frowned. He looked down again, and got to his feet as Bo'sun attended to the lock. He stepped out of the dank cell the moment the cell door swung open. It wasn't much, but being out of that godforsaken cage helped his spirits a little – but only a little.
Bo'sun grabbed one of Jack's arms in a death grip. Jack would have made a smart remark, but he really wasn't able to put forth more effort than he was to being able to maintain his composure.
Jack was forced up the stairs and on deck. The moment he set foot on deck, all the crewmen stopped and stared. One by one, they started to chuckle and laugh at him – mocking him – as their old captain was forced towards a boat on the other side of the ship.
Jack was hurt. But not long, hatred and contempt quickly spread through his body. "Shut the hell up," he spat at them, not holding it in any longer.
This remark earned Jack a backhand from Bo'sun, who put a tremendous amount of force into it.
The blow had rattled Jack's brain and jaw, shutting him up for that moment. The pain was intense and now his jaw was throbbing wildly, the pain escalating with each beat.
Bo'sun pushed Jack onto the ladder right after slapping him, giving Jack no time to recover. A couple ties, he almost lost his balance, but he always regained it again. For a brief moment, he thought about jumping, but that hope was cut short by the sound of a pistol, clicking into place, ready to fire at him at any given moment.
When he got in the boat, he saw that the person who had locked the gun on him was Twigg, and he still had the gun cocked at Jack's head.
Then, Bo'sun climbed in, making the boast sway a bit. He picked up the oars and started to row to the Interceptor, anchored only a couple hundred meters away.
The boat trip was silent all the way to the Dauntless, the only noises where of the oars splashing and the water slapping the boat.
Jack took the time to gaze into the dark seawater of the Isla de Muerta. No other water like it, it was cold as death, yet beautiful as ebony. He couldn't think now, no, he had neither the time, not the energy to actually do anything productive. No… his spirit was down, very low, and he had no remedy for it…. Except maybe a spot o' rum…. But it wasn't like Barbossa would give him any; Jack still hoped he might nonetheless though.
When they got to the Dauntless, Twigg stayed aboard the little boat, keeping the pistol on Jack's wiry frame, as Jack and Bo'sun climbed the ladder to the deck.
When both Jack and Bo'sun had reached the deck of the Dauntless, Bo'sun tooke his hand and grasped jack's arm once again. And yet again, his former crewmen laughed at the sight of him as he walked by. He held his tongue this time.
They reached the stairs leading below deck, and walked down briskly, with Bo'sun pushing Jack painfully in front of him. They walked along for a bit longer and came to a door. The door was white, with blue patterns gracing the middle, to match the inside of the room.
Bo'sun rapped his knuckles on the doorway a few times. "Cap'n, I've got the prisoner 'ere, do ye want me ter bring 'im in?" he asked brusquely.
A voice, Barbossa's voice, replied from inside the room, "Bring 'im in."
Jack listened to his exchange of words attentively; he was so nervous. Inwardly, he took a deep breath to calm his shaking body. He had the very distinct feeling by the sound of Barbossa's voice that the meeting and the evening was not going to turn out in his favor.
Bo'sun opened the door quietly, still with his grasp on jack's arm, and revealed the dining hall of the Dauntless to Jack Sparrow.
Just at the night before, food was laid out upon the table in heaps and mounds, enough to feed an army.
Jack stepping and his jaw dropped slightly. He blinked a couple of times at the table before turning his focus towards Barbossa. Barbossa was smiling wickedly at him.
"Ahhh… So nice ter see ya again Jack," Barbossa lulled, drawing out Jack's name. "Do – sit down…"
Bo'sun shoved him over towards a chair at one end of the table. Jack hadn't seen it before, for he was so mesmerized by the food, but now he couldn't take his eyes away. It wasn't a normal chair… no; it was one of Barbossa's, probably made just for him, since Barbossa almost never took on prisoners… The chair was wooden, and not terribly comfortable, and it had straps attached to it; only around the wrists, but straps nonetheless.
Jack stalled, he tried to stall, but he couldn't, Bosun was too strong, even for him. So, he was forced and strapped into the chair, reawakening memories not easily forgotten. But he hid them – he hid them away, at least for now. "So, what's all this for?" he asked, shaking the straps playfully, not letting Barbossa know how rattled he was inside.
"Ye can go on deck now," Barbossa told Bo'sun. Then he turned to Jack, "Wha's all this fer? Why it's fer ye, Jack. I can't go on trustin' ye, cuz the las' time I did tha', I got burned didn't I?"
"Ahhhh - but 'ow do ya know I'll do it again?" Jack inquired.
"Ye do it once Jack, ye'll do it again," Barbossa retorted as he sat down and started eating.
Jack was longing for something to eat. He hadn't eaten anything in a long time, since before his night on the island with Elizabeth. How much he wished he could eat something now… the last time he was aboard this ship, two days before, they hadn't offered him a scrap of food. "Damn Norrington," he thought to himself bitterly.
"Ya don't know that though, now do ya?" Jack said.
He was dying… all the food looked so good…. He needed something to eat… but no, wouldn't ask…but, just maybe, well… The rich smell of the table's contents were wafting up into his nose and driving him mad… "It might do well ta ask for just a little…" he thought to himself, "No! I can't think like that… no…. not good… let's change the subject…"
"So, what'd ya bring me down 'ere for? I was just getting' comfy an' all down in my cell..." Jack said sardonically.
"Oh… jus' a chat between ol' friends Jack," Barbossa said through a mouthful of chicken.
Jack looked at Barbossa distastefully, "Stop with the shit Hector, what do ya want?"
"Ooooo…. Sounds like someone's a tad upset, eh?" Barbossa mocked.
Jack rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the table.
He waited there, for what seemed like hours on end, until Barbossa had had his fill, which happened to be quite a lot of what was on the table.
"So?" Jack asked after Barbossa was done.
"Well… Ter be honest, I called ye 'ere to see what kind of feeble bargain ye 'ad fer me," Barbossa told Jack.
Jack swallowed, "What made ya think that I was going to bargain with you?"
"Come now Jack," Barbossa drew out Jack's name again, "Ye always 'ave som'in' planned… So, what is it?"
"All right, I'll give you credit for that… but what makes ya think that I'd 'ave one already planned out?" He didn't want to give in too quickly.
"Jack, it's ye 'oo needs ter stop the shit… if ye want me to listen ter it, then ye'd best start talkin' cuz I won't be seein' ye again," Barbossa threatened.
Jack was agonizing over whether or not to just go and get it over with or to keep the act going.
"Did'ja get this chair on purpose?" Jack asked, changing the subject for the moment, trying to stall.
"Why Jack, I thought ye'd never guess… How does it feel, ter be back in a chair like that again?" Barbossa asked, smiling again.
Jack hated it, he wanted to get out right away – this instant – but he kept his cool and said, "It feels better actually," he was becoming sardonic again, "It doesn't 'ave as many straps – did ya run out o' time? I know ye wouldn't forget 'ow many there were.."
"No, I… I wouldn't, would I?" Barbossa replied.
"Of course not."
"Yer scared Jack, aren't' ye? Ye think I'll be doin' the same as las' time?" he walked over to Jack and shoved up the left sleeve of Jack's flowing shirt. "Didn't 'eal too nicely, did it?" he joked.
Beneath that sleeve was pain and torment from long ago. Lifting the sleeve revealed a scar, and a vicious looking one at that. It ran all down his left forearm, like a tree limb, branching off in different directions. It was pinkish- red and was raised above the rest of the skin, giving it a bit of a shadow in the candlelight of the dining hall.
"Not in the least, Hector," replied Jack nonchalantly, "What would give ya that impression?" The second he said that, he knew he should have taken it back.
"Yer eyes, Jack."
"My eyes? What in the hell do you know about my eyes?"
"I know the look in them when James brought out the oil," replied Barbossa coolly. "What if I did that again tonight? Would you look the same? Wha' if I did it to the girl and the boy as well? 'E almost looks jus' like 'is father – why not complete the look?" Barbossa teased.
Jack was worried now, he had no doubt that Barbossa would do as he did all those years ago…
But the thing was, Barbossa probably wouldn't do it, or it was just unlikely that it would happen tonight. Rather unbelievably, Hector Barbossa had softened over the years. He didn't go rampaging about towns for "stolen" lockets or shoot random people. He was more civilized these days; being cursed had thrown him into a different perspective. An onlooker might say that the curse was punishment for his sins, but it was not so to him. It was merely another point of view… From the vantages of people he had tortured, watched being tortured, hurt, killed or was just mean to. He didn't like how that felt, or it's lack of feeling moreover… If he couldn't feel, other people shouldn't be able to experience to pleasure of feeling anything be it pain or caress. The curse was lifted and all his senses were in order; he had nothing on him – a completely clean slate to start anew, but something held him back… A memory of that feeling… that lack of feeling brought him back. But not all was so, at least not in his mind – he felt maybe, just maybe that lack of feeling might be forgotten and his senses would take over and he would revert to his old-self, but not now, not tonight. He would be civil…
But there was no way that Jack could know that. Frightened about Barbossa's mood, he changed the subject yet again. "Listen Hector, I've got a stash of treasure on an island. In fact it's all me treasure from over the last ten years," he paused to take a breath. "I'll give ya half of it for me and the two kids." He didn't want to seem like he had nothing and just give Barbossa all of it…. No, he hoped that this trick up his sleeve would work… apparently it didn't.
"Half o' it?!" Barbossa scoffed. "Believe me Jack, I know ye 'avent't got much, and the entire treasure wouldn't even cover the girll… and remember – she's the one I really could care less abou.'"
"You don' know how much I've got. 'Ow can ya turn it down without even seein' it first?" Jack rejoined.
Barbossa picked up a knife from the table and played with it, standing between the table and Jack's chair. "Believe me – I know," he said.
Then, he flipped the knife in the air and it landed, right on Jack's chair, almost at Jack's crotch, right between his legs.
Jack balked backwards reflexively, and his normally steady breathing quickened immensely. "Oh… sorry Jack… I wouldn't want ter go ruinin' yer livelihood – now would I?" Barbossa cooed condescendingly.
Jack flushed with rage; he wouldn't take such an insult from Barbossa. "You fucking bastard! I hope you burn in hell. Or better yet… I hope the first whore you lay when you get into port castrates you so badly ye'll never get up again. But wait, I've forgot me marbles… Ya don't 'ave much ta castrate, do ya?" Jack spat. If he hadn't been strapped to the chair, he'd have already been on top of Barbossa, beating the life out of him.
Instead, Barbossa took the knife from the chair and put it to Jack's throat, hard. It drew blood instantly, and Jack looked into Barbossa's eyes coldly. "Ye say som'in' like tha' again an' ye'll wish ye'd never been born… an' so will the whelp and the girl, so shut up," Barbossa growled into Jack's face, his breath putrid and foul, like a vulture's breath after feasting on old, stinking carrion from the desert. Then, he took the knife away, went over to the door, turned around and said, "Don't ye go anywhere."
"Like I can! You ass," Jack thought furiously to himself.
Barbossa came back soon, Bo'sun tailing behind him. "Listen Bo'sun, Jack 'asn't been a very… respectable gentl'man 'ere, I want ye ter teach 'im a lesson," Barbossa told Bo'sun. He had a bit of trouble torturing people, but beating them, he had not the slightest problem.
"Yes, captain," Bo'sun said and he stalked over to where Jack sat.
Jack watched as he stalked toward him, trying to ready himself for a hit, but he couldn't have prepared himself for the blows that came.
The first his left eye, giving him an instant black eye it was so forceful. The next was to his other eye, again, an instant black eye. Another blow went to his jaw and many others went to his stomach. Finally, Barbossa called Bo'sun off, telling him to un-strap Jack and cuff him in irons again.
Bo'sun took out a key and unlocked the empty cuff on the set of irons attached to Jack's one arm, and put it over Jack's other wrist. Then, he picked Jack up by his neck and started for the door.
Barbossa, who was standing near the door, pulled out his sword and stuck it sideways, blocking the doorway. Bo'sun didn't stop, and pushed Jack into the flat edge of the blade, which was deftly positioned at the height of where his crotch was.
Jack winced and tried to keep going, but Barbossa had other plans. He kept the blade there, and reached out to grasp Jack by the jaw. It made Jack wince again as pain shot up his face like firecrackers. "Sorry Jack, didn' mean ter do that… Blockin' yer way like that… an' look at where it hit ye… Tha's not gonna be bad fer business is it?" he teased. Barbossa felt Jack tense up immensely at that remark, and he laughed heartily. "Don't go shotin' yer mouth off again jack, ye wouldn't want ter be punished again would ye?" he derided yet again. Jack was silent as Barbossa took the sword away and let Bo'sun push him through the doorway by hold of his neck.
A/N: Ok, so I hope you liked this AMAZINGLY LONG chapter… I wrote it especially for you Mistress of Mordor…. So I hope this a fit enough birthday present for your sweet 16… *-* Ok, well, this has taken long enough to type up as it is, I don't want to keep you waiting anymore…so I won't do replies to reviews in this chapter… but next chapter I'll do the replies for any chapters that I haven't already done (which I think will just be this one…. If I'm not mistaken…..*-*). So until then, have fun, and review….
Cheers!
Tati Bloom aka Elf Girl 4
PS: I love Orlando Bloom!
PPS: The Return of the King rocked my world… how 'bout yours? *-*
HOLD UP…. WAIT A MOMENT…. Out of the goodness of my heart (and the fact that it's 8:30 right now…) I'll do replies…. Savvy?
SO…. Without further ado: A WONDEROUS AND MAGNIFICENT THANKS TO:
*NovemberGrl: Thanks for reviewing, I've been so worried at the effect that this chapter might have on you guys….and girls! Lol…. *-* You know what I mean? I've had it basically bright and bubbly….w-eeeeeee-lllll…. Not "exactly"….. up til now and I was kinda worried that you guys might desert me or something…. But yeah, thanks, I'm glad you're still here… keep reading and keep reviewing….I'd say "keep on trucking" but I really don't like that saying…. But oops….looks like I've already said it…. *-*
*The Serious Padfoot: Thank you once again for your complements!!! I think that it's incredibly unfair that Johnny got to be Jack every day as well….. as I'm sure I've expressed…. But hey, at least we get Halloween…. *-* *Sigh* Alas…. I've called my Walmart and I went there and there was no sign of that beloved "WT" sword….. oh well…. "Such is life"….(ahem… as Ned Kelly said….*-*) Good job!!! I'm glad you've finally managed the arm thing…. It's very good for tricky situations…. Like the one that Will was in…. *-* So yeah, I've tried the link you sent me and it didn't work…. Did you possibly type the link wrong? Well, if ya've got the time, could you send me the link agin please? Thanks, and thanks for reviewing…. It was great! And I'm glad that we've got an accord….In fact I'm really glad… because having him all the time would give me a sensory overload and I'm afraid it might kill me…. *-* tee hee… So, good thing, eh?
*Leap of Fate: Ahhh…. I love that word… splendiferous… *-* ok, anyways…. Yeah, school bites…. And I had so many exams and crap last week (well actually the week before…last week was break…) But yeah…. Yes, that Barbossa, bit of a horrid fellow. But yeah, I hope you liked it…. I didn't want it to be TOO graphic because I've read other stuff…. And my god…. It's horrid…… But yeah, thank you! I'm glad my tension and suspense is good right now…. I hope that this chapter was good too!!! I worked so hard on it!!!! So a very spiffing thanks to you, Leap of Fate!!!
* =_= : Hello there…. Don't believe I've seen you here before…. Tee hee…. Hey man, Thanks for the review… too bad you didn't get me a gift for x mas…. That's why your card is going to be late!!! Nah!!! Just kidding…. I had to think of something catchy and it didn't pop into my head until today…. I'll talk to you later this week! *-*
*Maikafuiniel: Nice name! I'm not sure I've seen you here before either (although the guy above you-look up!- is my friend from school, so he naturally wouldn't be here…. In fact I was talking on the phone with him while he wrote it….*-*) But yeah, Design class…. What do you do in that? Is it for like architecture or art or computer stuff? Oh… and about posting on your site…. Email me about it…. Kay? Email me your site url and then I'll go check it out…savvy? Me email's: TatiBloom@att.net Thanks for reviewing… I hope that you like this chappy too…
*Anaticulapraecantrix: Woah…. You've got a lovely name too…. Mean anything? It's amazingly hard to type though… whew…. I had to check it a couple of times…. So yes, I'm back…. And yes, Barbossa is EVIL!!!! And here's the next chappy, it's extra long, so I hope it holds ya over for a little while… *-* Thanks for reviewing!!! Luv ya!
*AznKitty 11: Wow, thank you very much! I'm super glad that you like this story!!! I hope that you liked this chapter…. There's a lot of Jack, so I figured, what's not to like…. But hey…. *-* Thanks for taking time out to review! I'm really happy you did! :)
*Spirit-Fire: 'Ello! I'll keep it going as long as I can…. And believe me…. That'll be a LONG, LONG time, since I originally thought that this chapter would be really super short….. but hey, now we know that miracles can happen, right? So yeah, I'm really hapy you liked it! Oh, but btw…. I actually did know you said ur props… but I wasn't sure what props meant….you know what I mean? Yeah, that's me…. A bit on the dyslexic and slow side…. No… not really, but with abbreviated language….yes…. *-* So yeah! And oh yes… we'll find out what happens to Will soon enough m'dearie…. Either this next chapter or the chapter after that…. Not sure yet cuz I haven't written them…. So, keep a weathered eye out…. *-*
*Supa Nova: Woah….righteous…. (I've just watched Finding Nemo….I love Crush…) and I love your review….. That was very flattering….. I'm glad you think it's so good…. I always hope for it to be, and especially after that rather dodgy chapter!!! I'm happy you've reviewed and I hope you write another one right away….savvy? *-*
*Irene: Lovely…. Just lovely…. I really love your reviews…. I was just on my email account... (while watching Finding Nemo….) and I got your review for Clandestine Lovers…. Thank you!!!! I'm so pleased that I'm actually able to maintain my little tightrope act on the borders of sappy and ooc…. That's pretty amazing, considering what a klutz I am in real life… And to tell the truth… that line (in the HP review…) reminded me of the 1st Lord of the Rings (The Fellowship of the Ring) when Galadriel was talking about how the quest was on the edge of a knife and stray but a little you will fall…. Yeah…. I just got a little bit carried away there…. Oops…. But yeah, thanks very much (as Jack would say) and I hope you keep reading this and my other stories…. But don't forget to review!!!! *-*
*Mistress of Mordor: Hello…. Hmmmm…. Where to start…. Well, let me just say that after I finished writing and posting the last chapter, I was very apprehensive to what you might think of it…. And actually I'm still not sure what exactly you think of it…. I'm kind of worried actually, now that I've just read your review again…. I mean, I've not been wanting to change the entire nuance of the story for you…. It's just that I felt I had to express some of Hector Barbossa's past (in my mind…), and I wasn't completely sure how to convey it…. In fact, right after I read your review, I knew that this story had I maintained that dark and eerie and very scary aura…would be very dark indeed… And it's supposed to be a little dark and angsty, but by no means is it supposed to be horrific with rape and murder and torture strewn about the place…no, I've never meant for that to happen. I simply felt that well, it needed a bit of angst on Barbossa's part, and I'm still not sure that I completely explained myself or my ulterior motives (but I don't mean that in a bad way!!! Eek!!!) … What I mean is that I wanted there to be a bit of an explanation of why he won't torture Jack… or at least not yet… (but I really, truly don't think that Barbossa's gonna go torturing Jack or anyone…) so yeah…. I don't mean to be too hard on you (actually I'm not quite sure if this is being hard on you or not….???? Eek again!!!) So yeah, what I'm trying to say (after reading your review and analyzing it to the best of my knowledge…or tolerance, since I've not had any caffeine in like 7 hours….tee hee…) is this: I don't want this story to go into that realm of "oh my god! Dark angst everywhere….there's no light at the end of the tunnel, torture, pain, hurt, and killing everywhere!" sort of story. In fact, I'd like quite the opposite. *-* But to get to a happier place, and lemme assure you, happier times do come, but not without trials and tribulations…. Ya know what I mean? The title of the story's "Defeat," so I have to figure that there's some sad stuff that goes on (and believe me, there's that too…. Everything in good measure, I say! Like a nutritionist…*-* Except I'm anything but a nutritionist… Give me chocolate, and I'll forget everything about good measure…*-* But that's besides the point!!!) and eventually stuff happens, and it's kinda like life… but that's really it. I just wanted to explain a bit about how I saw or see (whichever works in this instance…) and I think that the young Barbossa. And believe me, the young Barbossa is NOWHERE NEAR what the old Barbossa is. Old Barbossa is much nicer… not the maniac from his youth…. So…. w/o further ado… the rest of my elongated reply!!! Yes, 15 times, and now it's over the 30 time mark…. Since I've had so much vacation time…. It's sweet it tell ya! All day, just watching POTC…. It's like chocolate… mmmm…. So yeah… This was your birthday present…. And now that I'm reading your review YET AGAIN!!!!…… I feel kinda bad for harping on you…. I wrote this chapter especially for you…. Nice and long…. In fact, I think it's the LONGEST chapter yet…. So I hope you enjoy and that it's good enough for your sweet 16. Nope, I didn't see ROTK on opening night… I saw it on the 1st Saturday…. Which was the… um…. Not sure what day… but yeah, it was amazing, and I've seen it 4 times since then… so yeah! And Moulin Rouge… wonderful movie, that…. Well, I'd better go post this story…. It's getting to be 14 pages in this word document (which is before I convert it over to a webpage…). So…. Cheers me darling and I hope you like this one! *-*
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED… YOU'RE ALL THE BOMB!!!! (WOAH… HAVENT' SAID THAT IN A WHILE….) SO KEEP REVIEWING! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!! XOXO