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Sorry for the wait, I was having troubles on how to write this chapter... I think theres some where around 5 chapters left. 5-8, I think. Someplace around that number.

But here(the bar thing isn't working at the moment...)

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Jonathen walked back and forth on the upper deck of the ship, staring at the sea behind them. "Come on." He muttered under his breath.

John knew that Sparrow and Norrington would be following on his heel. There was no doubt in his mind that they would. And then. Then he'd kill Jack for his sister, she'd always hated Jack ever since she was left behind on her wedding day... Jack was suppose to be her husband, but he'd left the port, changing his mind. Though John was young, he promised to get him back... and the sons of him. But... he only had a daughter. Was he willing to kill Camille, a girl?

Yes. Only if the time called for it though. He wouldn't hesitate about it... If she was posing a threat to his plan of killing Jack, he'd simply kill her. Without a second thought in his mind. Maybe even Thomas... Jonathen was already sick of Thomas.

"Captin." A voice said behind him, and John put the dark look on his face, turning sharply to his first mate. He didn't want to be bothered. "What is it?"

"The girl is requesting to see you."

"Tell the lass that if she wants to see me... She will be given permission to. But-" Jonathen put a smirk on his face, he had needs like any other man, and he was a pirate, "But it will be without Thomas. He'll stay in the brig... And Camille can talk to be in my quarters..."

The man smirked and gave a single nod, "Aye, sir." He turned around to leave but John stopped him.

"And tell her to make herself at home." He said with the smirk plastered onto his face.

The first mate also smirked and let out a low growl of a laugh. John watched him until he walked below deck before he turned bakc to the ocean.

His hands tightly gripped on to the railing, staring to the east, where it was already starting to grow dark. "Come on, Sparrow... Her life is counting on it." He said in an icy way, just above a whisper. What should he do with the Commodore? Hold him for ransom? Make him become one of his crew members? Kill him? Jonathen would decide what to do with him when the time came.

John stood there, staring out to the deep blue sea, far out into the distance.

For ten minutes he just silently stood there, his face in a slight scowl, his mind calmly going over things, over the plan. If Jack didn't show... Well, he could just hold Thomas for a good ransom, maroon him, make him became a member of the crew, or just kill him. So many choice. But for Camille... Well, yes she was a spirited girl. In the way that he hated. But he could break her of it. She'd make a fine wife.

Footsteps could be heard coming up the steps behind him and Jonathen looked over his shoulder, "Yes?"

"She's in your quarters, sir."

"Good." He said shortly, "Good." Jonathen walked down the steps, "Tell the crew not to bother me."

"Yes, sir."

John nodded. He already was sure that the crew knew not to bother him when he was in his quarters. Or hardly ever.

For a moment he stood outside of the door as he staightened out his gold colored vest. He pushed opened the door and saw Camille was sitting at his desk. "Hello there, love."

"Don't call me that." Camille said with a scowl.

His eyes narrowed. Who did she think she was? John walked up behind her,"When your on my ship I can call you whatever I damn well please." He said, tightly gripping his hands on her shoulders. "And you better not get that attitude with me, lassie... Your husband is in the brig remember? I just have to give the word, and he'll be dead."

Camille's scowl instantly disappeared at this.

"That's what I thought." He said as he took off his hat, putting in infront of her. "Now...love. What is it you need, want, or desire?"

"I need, want, and desire for you to let us off this ship."

"Is that all?" He asked her, leaning forward so he could see a side of her face. "Well the answer to that is simple enough. No. Atleast, not yet."

"But-"

"Camille, there is no exception."

"How long do we have to stay in the brig for?"

"Well... You and Thomas... For the rest of the sailing time."

"And how long is that for?"

"We can let your father decide that for you and Thomas. It's up to him, really."

"What do you want him for?"

He tilted his head to the side as he put his fingers under her ching softly. He lifted it so she was looking up to him. "Ah, that will be figured out soon enough."

"Isn't there anything that we can do though... Help?"

"You want to help the ship sail? Help the ship that your being kidnapped on? You are a beautiful but odd girl."

"But-"

He leaned down to her as he gripped her jaw tighter then needed. "You talk too much. Far too much. I'm willing to break you of the habit though." John told her softly. For a moment he stared intensely into her green eyes. There was a flicker of something. Fear. "No need to worry..." John leaned in, pressing his lips against hers tightly, as he put his other hand on her leg.

Camille jerked away so fast that she fell to the ground. In a hurry, she picked herself up though, staring at him.

Jonathen laughed a dark laugh as he opened the door. "Maybe you two can get out for a short while. I'll think about it." He said as he grabbed her arm. He knew she wouldn't fight back out of worry that he'd have Thomas killed.

John pushed her out of the door so quickly that she stepped on the skirt of the dress, falling onto the deck. A few of the crew members were now watching with much pleasure.

"You there!" He shouted to a man in his late twenties, with a red bandana on his head, "Take her below to her darling husband."

The man nodded as he harshly stood Camille up.

"What about-" Camille began but John cut her off.

"I'll think about it, I said!"

The man was pushing Camille below deck.

"Stand guard for an hour or so."

"And then?" He asked John, but John only smiled in a wicked way as he walked back into his quarters, slamming the door behind him.