A Few Good Years to Be Alive

Chapter 11: The Bad Guy Never Dies

Megan looked up in a panic slowly reaching her free hand to her sword. She saw the ghost she thought she would never be forced to deal with again. Brandon was standing above her on the other end of the sword.

"How have you been, darling?" Brandon glared at her, It tortured her to see him be this way. She tilted her head "I admit I've been better." Brandon chuckled as he pushed the blade a little further to her throat. He began to slide it sideways lightly,

"I admit, I thought you were a gonner. That's why I left you there. And now you've come back," He paused for a second as he looked at the small dots of blood that were popping up along the line where his sword had just gone from. He leaned in and kissed her cheek "And I am really going to enjoy killing you all over again with your sweet little friends." He whispered in her ear. Megan couldn't believe it. He had the audacity to tell her in advance what he was going to do to her friends. A familiar rage came from her heart to pay an almost-forgotten visit. She swung the blade at Brandon as hard as she could taking her other hand and pushing his sword away from her sideways. Megan found herself getting kicked from the back of her knees and getting pushed down onto the deck flat on her stomach as Brandon held her hand pressed onto the deck. Megan clutched her sword tighter. Brandon moved his face by her ear as he said almost inaudioubly "Ready to die yet?" Brandon thought he knew her answered would surely be yes. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"I don't think so." She hit her head against his as hard as she could force it. When he stumbled backwards, Megan took the oppertunity to roll over crouched with her sword. "If you feel like dying anytime soon, feel free to step forward."

Brandon picked up his own as he got into a stance. He opened his mouth. But before anything could come out, a loud whistle was heard coming from the other ship. He quickly placed it back into it's holder as he made his way to the edge of the ship and grabbed a rope from the other ship. "Until next time, Love." He laughed as he swung to the other ship and dissappeared from her sight. She sighed and looked around. The skeleton creatures had suddenly dissappeared.

Jack looked around himself and Jaden and analyzed the situation. "What in God's name are you doing here?!" He yelled in a hushed tone at Jaden. She shushed him. Jack looked around as they noticed the corpse-crew making it's way back onto the ship. Jaden began to run off the boat before Jack grabbed her "Not good! What are we supposed to do?" Jaden looked dumbfounded at him. She wasn't sure if he was playing stupid or if he was serious "Well Jack, I'm leaving before we both get killed." Jack continued holding her by her forearm "But what about their loot? The map?! Their rum?!" Jaden sighed. It figured. "I've got an idea. You wait here! I'll be right back!" She ran to one of the ropes hanging on the side of the ship and began to make her way swinging back onto their ship.

Jack looked around the ship. Jaden wasn't to be found anywhere. He noticed a bunch of the corpses gathering near him as they all began to unsheath their swords. Jack finally realized Jaden wasn't coming back. He winced as he felt a lash go to his pride and ran for all he was worth. He took out a pistol from the left side of his belt and grabbed a bottle of rum from one of the swash buckling corpsemen. He turned around seeing the zombiefied crew a little ways behind him. He tore a piece of his shirt and placed it hanging off the bottle and lit the cloth. He looked at one of the men with a gleam in his eye as he yelled "Catch!" One of them caught it and began to rejoice "Thought you could outsmart us again, ey' Sparrow?" Thomas called out admiring as the flame on the cloth grew shorter and shorter to the contents in the bottle. Jack dived off the ship into the water as it seemed the fire made a small explosion on the deck and the fire quickly spread with the wind. Jack raised his head above the water only to hear Demeta's frantic cry for help as she drowned - not being able to swim.

"Help! Help!" Demeta cried as she flailed about in the water. Jack began to swim closer to the ship, but his conscience got to him. He turned around and swam back to Demeta and put his arm around her as he began to move back to the ship. "Ahoy!" He yelled up to the ship. A rope began to be lowered down to him. He looked at Demeta as she sat awestricken at Jack. He felt he could kill her and let her drown as the memories flooded his mind. "I know I'm gonna regret this." He muttered to himself as they were hoisted up. Demeta looked at the flaming ship in the distance as it seemed to go farther and farther away, once they were on deck. She shook her head "Imbeciles..." she muttered as she turned toward Jack as he held his sword at her. "Ladies and gents, we got ourselves a hostage!" Jack stated as Mr. Gibbs walked up behind Jack. "It's not good to have so many women onboard, Jack. I swear you've gone more daft than ever before." Jack looked at him and looked back at Demeta, then to Jacinda, Jaden, Megan, and Shavai. "You've just now noticed?" Mr. Gibbs walked to Demeta and tied her hands together with some rope. "Kill me if you want to. You know you do, Jack." Demeta looked at Jack smirking. Jack looked back towards her. "Why must you tempt me?" He winced as he picked his gun up then put it back in its place. "In any case, I'm of no use. Roberts threw me off the ship and left me to drown." Jaden, Shavai, and Megan all looked suspiciously at Demeta. Something wasn't right. "I don't trust this....this...woman." Shavai said as she made a sharp turn to walk off to find Will. Megan looked at Shavai and saw Will in the distance. She snickered "Oh Shavai..." Her voice trailed off as she ran to Shavai's side to taunt her. Jaden looked back, then focussed her attention on Demeta. Something was going on. She just didn't know what yet. But she had a suspiscion that if she waited around to find out, it would be too late.

"So, what you're saying is- you've changed?" Demeta shook her head.

"You mean to say that I can't persecute you for the past things you've done?" Demeta shook her head.

"You mean to say," Jack walked around her in a small circle "You're good now?" Demeta shook her head.

"Well, that's good enough for me." He stated as he motioned for Mr. Gibbs to escort her to a holding cell. "Lets go, Missy." He said as he took Demeta by the arm and the crew around them dispersed. Demeta looked back at the shrinking flame that remained of the ship and smirked. When Mr. Gibbs left her alone she began to laugh.

"I always knew your heart would be your demise, Jack Sparrow. I knew it all along..."

To Be Continued....