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Chapter 8: Interrogations and Conversations

Ratner found Danielle later that night, asleep in her cell with a chicken leg next to her. He stared at her for a moment and pondered taking her out of the cell and to a nice room. He had second thoughts though when he realized that she might get a little violent if she was touched by anyone so he decided to just leave her where she was.

But suddenly he realized he needed her to take him... still... to the Isla de Muerte. That barred door opened up so fast...

"Get up. Get up." Ratner said as he shook Danielle's shoulders. "Get up, woman. Now!"

Danielle's eyes slowly opened. She looked around hoping that she would wake up somewhere that just wasn't there. But to her dismay, Ratner was right in her face. "Whadaya want? It doesn't even seem like morning yet." she mumbled as she rubbed her eyes.

"That's because it's not. Now stand up or else I'll drag ya all the way to the wheel--"

"No!"

"--by your hair."

"Ok."

And with that, Danielle slowly stood up and Ratner directed her to the main deck. Now he would finally get to the island and have that gold.

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Samantha was lounging around it her nice room. She found it shortly after her little 'thank you for everything, Jack' moment. She went exploring and found the galley, several other bedrooms, and then the brig. By the time she found that, Rolland was already there. The moment she saw him she quickly left.

But when she found her room, it was rather nice. The wood was a dark, almost red, color. There was a nice cot on one side of the room and a a large dresser on the other. Next to the bed was a bedstand was a new candle. Ok, the room wasn't the best, but it could've been worse. I mean, she could be Danielle. And that would just suck really bad.

So Samantha got really bored really fast. So she decided to find someone to talk to. She went up on deck and found Jack, but he was too busy doing his 'captain' thing, and besides, he seemed to be in a bit of a euphoric daze at the moment because he was now in charge of another ship after almost 2 years.

So she went walking around again. Suddenly she thought of her ring. She didn't know how the thought came to her, but it did, and now she was upset that her priceless ring was taken from her and now Jack was on this journey for it... and maybe something else, but that'll be brought up a little later in the story.

She went down to the brig to, in her words, interrogate Rolland.

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"We are in the Caribbean, and getting to that island is going to be a pain. It's like looking for a needle in a hay stack."

Ratner looked at her, confused.

"Dude, how am I supposed to find my way to the frickin' island if we're surrounded by water that all looks the SAME?!?!"

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the comment that got Danielle and really good smack on the face. Danielle stumbled back and then fell, holding her face. She looked up at Ratner, absolutely stunned.

Ratner got a very evil look in his eyes as he walked up to her and then knelt down beside her. "Yer not goin' to make a fool out of me in front of my crew. Do you understand? And you will show my the way to the island or I will kill ya. And as you know, I am a pirate, so you're death won't be at all pretty."

Danielle's eyes were wide. "Alrighty then. You got it, buddy. First just tell me where Port Royal is."

Ratner pointed to the south west.

"Ok, then it's that way." Danielle said as she nodded directly ahead of them.

Ratner smiled and stood up, holding his hand out for Danielle. Danielle took it. "You didn't have to hit me, ya know."

"You were getting too much of a stubborn attitude. And I'm still the captain." he said nonchalantly as they stood up.

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Rolland was sitting in the far corner of his cell. His knees were slightly bent and his hands were draped over them. He didn't know what he was going to do or how he was going to get out of this. This was real bad.

But suddenly things got a bit better.

Samantha walked into the brig and stood in front of Rolland's cell. She just stared at Rolland and Rolland just stared at her, both with immense interest, I might add.

Samantha plopped down on the floor and folded her legs. Roland then made his way over to her. All that was seperating them was the bars of the cell.

"Rolland, where's my ring?" Samantha asked quietly. There was no use yelling at a good-looking guy. Yes, that's right, he was a pirate but he wasn't ugly.

Rolland looked at her and smirked. "My nephew has it, 'member?"

"And where's your nephew?"

"On the Dark Knight, presumably."

Samantha sighed. "Will I ever see my ring again?"

"Hmm... probably not."

There was a silence between them for a moment before Rolland spoke. "Is there somethin' between you and Sparrow?" Rolland asked a little dishearteningly. He was expecting a 'yes' answer.

Samantha broke eye-contact with Rolland for a moment, embarrassed. "No, actually. He's just my friend."

Unknown to Samantha, Rolland smirked. "From the looks of it, he seems like more than that."

"Well, he's not." Samantha said, a little annoyed. She was getting uncomfortable now. "You know, you're nephew didn't have to take my ring. And since you were right there when it happened, I know you had something to do with it."

"Yes, I did."

"Bastard."

"I'm a pirate. It's only right that I'm a bastard."

"Jack's not a bastard and he's a pirate."

"Then you don't know Jack so well."

"Then enlighten me, Rolland." she said with a hint of saracasm in her voice as she folded her arms.

Rolland laughed. He enjoyed talking to this woman. But then again, he enjoyed talking to all the pretty ladies.

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Ratner took Danielle to a nice room on the Dark Knight. She helped, and so now she deserved a little more than the filthy brig.

As he pushed her into the room, she spoke, "Never found that Rolland guy, huh?"

Ratner stopped for a moment. "No, but I think he's still in Tortuga. We're going back for him later. He can take care of himself."

Danielle couldn't believe what she was hearing. "How can you do that to your crew member?! That's horrible!"

"You know nothing about being a pirate, do ya, lass?" Ratner said sarcastically. And with that he closed the door and left Daniele in the room by herlself.

"Bastard." Danielle mumbled as she walked to her cot, the same cot she woke up on earlier.

"G'night, Miss Jibowski!" Ratner said through the door in a rather annoyed voice. "And I know ya won't leave that room. You're not that stupid."

"Yeah, see you in the morning..." Danielle said as she made herself comfortable.

She closed her eyes and listened to Ratner's footsteps fade down the corridor. She finally fell asleep to the rocking of the ship.

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Samantha, on the other hand, was far from falling asleep. "Oh my God, you're kidding me, right? I know Jack wants his ship, but he's not THAT self-focused."

"I'm telling you, whatever yer name is, that he doesn't care about your ring. He wants his ship back and thats all he's focused on."

"So now where's he going to get his ship back?"

"At the Isla de Muerte, if I'm not mistaken."

"And the Black Pearl's there?"

"Yes. They're holding Will n' Elizabeth Turner hostage.

"Oh yeeaah. That's right..."

"...Then, of course, the Dark Knight, my ship's there."

"Why's that there?"

"Because--"

Someone then grabbed Samantha's shoulder. She turned around and looked up only too see Jack giving Rolland the evil eye. The super evil eye.

"Leaver 'er alone, Rolland."

Rolland gave his trademark smirk as he looked at Jack. "She was the one who came ta me, Sparrow."

"I don't care. Talk to her again, and I kill you." Jack muttered.

Samantha stood up and looked at Rolland one more time. Her brows furrowed. She wanted to say something, but was at a loss for words. So she simply sighed and then walked out of the room, leaving Jack and Rolland in there alone.

Rolland watched her leave.

As she walked down the corridor to her room, she thought that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave those two alone like that. Oh well, their problem. They can solve it like two adults. Haha.

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Jack knelt down so he was level with the now-smug Rolland.

"Didn't you say you were going to kill me anyway, Sparrow?" Rolland said.

"Of course I did, but I'd rather do it later and spare Sammi. I don't think she'd be too fond of watchin' you die... And stop lookin' at her like that."

Rolland smiled. "Like what?" he said innocently. He knew he was getting to Jack.

Jack reached through the bars of the cell and grabbed Rolland's collar, forcing him up against the cell. Rolland choked for a second. "I'm warning you, Thomas. Leave her ALONE."

Jack let go of Rolland and then the man backed away, holding his throat and breathing hard. "Sparrow, before this is over... it'll be jus' me n' you."

Jack then stood up and began to walk away and out of the brig.

"And we'll see who 'gets the girl' then..."

"Just go to sleep, Rolland. There's no use whinin' over a battle ya won't win." Jack said as he walked down the corridor.

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Author's Note: Ooo, that last one had double meaning. But yeah, this seemed long. Sorry, I just wanted some more Rolland/Samantha/Jack interaction. Ok, please review. I know Jack seems a bit out of character for this chapter, but I can explain. He just really hates Rolland. Really.