Chapter Five: No Other Way

"I still don't see why I must do this."

She sat at one of the bar's tables and crossed her arms defiantly. With watchful eyes, she stared at Zachary as he walked to her table and returned her gaze.

"I told you," he said in a tone that obviously meant you-are-a-fool-and-you-should-know-what-I'm-talking-about. "Make him fall in love with you, and it'll make my job much easier."

She straightened her back and glared at him. "You can't just make someone fall in love with you. Love isn't achieved in that way. You must love them in return to be truly besotted."

"Nonsense," he protested, his eyes dangerously blazing. "You used to make men fall in love with you all the time. Back in our days in Tortuga, don't you remember? You must remember," he probed, a sour smirk curling the edges of his lips.

"How could I forget?" she asked rhetorically as she gave him a slight grimace. "It was all your fault, by the way. You dirty son of a bitch."

He bowed his head slightly, almost welcoming the insult. "It doesn't matter what you think I am. All that matters is that you are doing it, and I will have it no other way," he hissed, and ran his fingers over the hilt of his sword. Once he did this, the hatred in her eyes faded, and was at once replaced by fear. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but quickly closed it and stood up.

"I knew you'd understand," he whispered in her ear in a deadly tone as he got up to leave also. The front of his shoulder brushed the back of hers as he strolled by without another word.

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"Captain Sparrow," Zachary called, walking towards Jack.

"Aye?" he shouted back, motioning for him to come closer. There was a small, shadowy figure following him, and he wondered who it was. He began to walk faster and eventually came in front of him. The person was still behind him.

"Who's this?" he asked, peeking over Zachary's side to get a better look at whoever it was.

"She knows her way around the islands, and she also has an idea of who it was that committed the heinous deed," he said and stepped to the side, letting him get a good look at the person.

The figure came into a clearer view. Jack decided that she was, indeed, female. He intently looked her up and down, his eyebrows slightly raised.

She had lengthy and silky hair the color of honey, tied into a low ponytail that's end came to rest by the small of her back. It was crimped slightly, and the pieces that escaped the red ribbon used to tie her hair blew slightly in the soft wind. She had full and enticing cherry red lips, which were half open to expose her white, even teeth. Her hourglass figure was extremely alluring, and her tunic modestly complimented her large bust, small waist, and slender legs. She also had a slightly upturned nose and a prettily arched neck, and her smooth and spotless skin glowed with a beautiful, rare radiance. Her face and body alone was not the most remarkable thing about her, though. The greatest thing about this woman was her eyes.

They were green in color, swirled with a type of dark grey that Jack had never seen before. The color reminded him of a fierce yet beautiful sea at storm. Her eyes sparkled with life, even though they were on a dreary street in the middle of a crowded town named Old Brasepoint, which was supposedly one of Zachary's stops in order to find out who the killer was. Her already large, gorgeous eyes widened slightly as she saw him, and she held out her hand for him to shake.

"Hello, sir," she said with a painfully innocent smile. "I am Lena." When he shook her hand and stared at her, she corrected herself. "Lena Campbell," she said, her cheeks flushing.

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," he said, although he was sure that she already knew. She gave him a slight nod and took her hand away from his. Zachary then pressed a long piece of parchment into her hand and she carefully unrolled it. It turned out to be a map of the Caribbean, which arrows and circles scribbled around it. She began to tell Jack all about the places that they were going to go to, but he wasn't listening. He was still staring at her, amazed by her natural, exceptional beauty. Every so often he would nod or give her a simple "mm-hmm" to let her know that he was supposedly listening.

Although, he never noticed how Zachary was smirking at them in a triumphant way the whole time.