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Chapter Six

The Plan

A full twelve hours later, Jack was once again staring out the little hole in the wall of the brig. It was dark now, and much harder to distinguish water from sky. This didn't really bother Jack at all, He just knew he needed to formulate a plan, which was proving to be difficult since he had almost zero resources. Jack's swords, pistol and hat had all been removed from him right before they were thrown in the brig, and Mikella didn't have any, seeing as she was in her fancy pants lady outfit at the moment. Jack sighed gruffly at the impossibility of it all.

"Okay, I have a plan. Wanna hear it?" Mikella said, breaking the silence. Jack cocked an indignant eyebrow at her, how was it that little nymph thought of a plan before he did? Mikella interpreted the eyebrow as inquisitive though, and went on with her plan.

"Here's what happens. The next time Guin comes to check on us –he doesn't trust anyone on the ship besides himself with us- then I'll sweet talk him into letting me out. Then, I'll work very slowly, the first night; I'll cut off a toe. The second night, I'll cut off another toe. You know what I'll do on the third night?"

"Cut off another toe?"

"NO! I'll do nothing. Lull him into a state of false security, then, when a month has passed you know what I'll do?"

"Er.. cut off another toe?"

"NO!! I'll cut off his whole foot! Then I-"

"Anyways Lass, get to my part in all this."

"You're part? You don't have a part. Not until I get my ship back, and properly done, it could take up to two years."

"In that case, this plan simply isn't workin' fer me lassie."

"Well isn't that too bad for you. Frankly I don't think you deserve to ever leave this room."

"Well, we already heard you're opinions on me, even though we both know I'm not guilty of what ye' believe I am. Ignoring that, here's my plan. There was never a real change in the course of the ship, we would've felt it if there 'ad been, which means dear ole Guin means to take yer plan and use it against ye. I say we let 'im take us to Norry, who happens to be a dear adversary of mine and I will work things out from there."

"The thing about that Mr. Sparrow- "

"Ah, ah, ah, Captain Sparrow."

Mikella spat fire from her eyes and indignantly corrected herself "Captain Sparrow, the thing about you're plan is that it involves me trusting you."

"Well you're plan won't even work lass, have you realized that yet?" Jack fired back at her.

"What makes you think that?" She inquired.

"Well first of all, although you said you 'had that man wrapped around your little finger' he now believes that you and I are involved luv and generally intelligent men will not let the same woman two time them twice."

"What would make him think we were involved?" Mikella blithely asked.

"Lass, he caught you in my lap, being quiet and secretive, who wouldn't think that?"

"That's ridiculous Sparrow, and my plan will work, you just wait and see." Mikella said with astonishment visible in every line of her face. Jack also noticed that she seemed to be blushing, turning her face a delicious shade of red. When Jack realized he was noticing this however, he mentally chastened himself for getting off topic and returned to the subject at hand.

"Fine, here's the deal luv. The next time he comes to check on us, you try your plan, once and once only, if it don't work, my plan it is. Do we have an accord?" Jack stuck out his hand to shake on it.

Mikella surveyed his hand for a moment, contemplating the offer. How much worse could it get? She thought and firmly grasped and shook Jack's hand. After a maximum wait of about ten minutes – all in silence – Guin appeared in the doorway with a stern look on his face, a couple of scraps of bread and a single mug of rum.

Mikella stood and approached him and opened her mouth to speak to him. Guin saw her and stopped her.

"I ain't in the mood to talk te' ye lass." Guin said deliberately and with an air of finality that meant there were to be no questions asked. Mikella however did not take this hint.

"But Guin-" She started, but that's as far as she got, for in that exact instant Guin swept up a heavy hand, locked it around her jaw and lifted her up to his face.

"I said I didn't want to talk." Guin spat, one word at a time to her.

If one had been paying mighty close attention, they might have noticed just a flicker of emotion in the depths of Sparrow's coal colored eyes. What it meant no one may ever know, but that it appeared is certain. With this emotion the ex-Captain spoke up,

"Captain, old Norry won't have a use for spoiled goods ye' know." Guin looked at Sparrow, spat in his direction and tossed Mikella in the cell. There was enough power in his arm that Mikella's flight path took her directly into a wall. There was a loud noise as her head hit the wall and she slid downwards. Guin cast a dirty look at Jack as if to say if you question me that is how you'll end up too. As soon as Guin shut the door Jack dropped his nonchalant façade and went to check on Mikella. He lifted her head up off the floor and she spoke up.

"You're plan then?" Jack just stared at her abit and her eyes rolled up and she passed out.