"Please Jack, I ask so little." Will whined as he followed Jack around the deck of the Pearl.
"Ye ask so little, but ye beg so much." He mimicked.
Will took a moment to realise that he was offended, but by the time he realised that he was, Jack was half-way across the deck. Instead of being offended he continued he continued to wheedle. "Jack, nothing could be easier." He insisted. Then he thought of something sure to work. "Think of the fame – Governor's daughter kidnapped by legendary pirate CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW." He said coaxingly.
"I wonder if we should come in from a different angle. Gibbs, how's she handling?" Jack completely ignored Will's pleading, yelling to be heard over the wind.
Will, refusing to be ignored continued on. "It wouldn't even be kidnapping. I'm sure she'd come willingly if you gave her the circumstances."
He focused on a far off point on the horizon. "Elizabeth coming to me willingly, eh?" He asked with a sly smile.
Will's jaw dropped. "Don't talk about Elizabeth like that! Don't even think about her like that! I'll kill you if you even think about her that way!"
"Oh, yes since ye've won every time prior to this instance in particular." He said with a deceptively serious air.
"Well I would win if you'd fight fair." Jack just rolled his eyes having had this conversation before, and walked off again to ignore him. Will decided to make a last ditch effort. "Consider it my payment instead of my equal share." He called after his captain.
Jack halted, paused, and continued on, throwing back over his shoulder. "It's your gold mate, I can't stop you from doing whatever you want with it."
"So you'll do it?" Will asked hesitantly and excited.
"Eh, it'd be a pleasure."
Will smiled, then remembered Jack's earlier insinuations. "Jack . . ."

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Jack strolled back and forth along the same stretch of street over and over again, nodding to a pair walking his way. "Good-day ladies." He said, grinning and tipping his hat. One woman huffed and bustled off, hauling her younger companion, who was smiling coquettishly, along behind her.
The sun had started setting into the western sea, casting orange rays over the splashing surf. The Governor's mansion loomed over Jack, and Tudor, finding herself alone, Elizabeth having gone to bed early, strolled in the garden.
The streets were generally deserted by this point and no one noticed when Jack scurried down a side alley and popped into a service door.
As he ducked out from the kitchen, into a main hallway, all seemed to be asleep. He started to tip toe his way down the hall, in search of a staircase, when light footsteps were heard further down the hall. Jack quickly ducked into the shadows, just as a girl sophisticated in bearing and garb seemed to walk blithely down the hall.
He silently drew his sword from its sheath. Elizabeth was the only woman of standing within this household, that he knew. So unless the governor had taken a wife, which was not likely, chances were this would be Elizabeth. In one quick move he withdrew from the shadows and pointed his weapon at her throat.
She wasn't Elizabeth though. "Who are you? What do you want?" It was the correct response, but it wasn't said in the right tone – completely unafraid.
He squinted his eyes looking at her intently. "Pardon me Miss, but if ye could just point me in the direction of Miss Swann's chambers, I'll take me leave of ye." He said with a grin.
"It's this way." She said calmly as she turned, supposedly to show him the way. But before he could make a move, he hand found it's way to her pocket slit and Jack found a pocket pistol pointed at him.
He glanced at the gun barrel levelled at his chest, then addressed it's owner. "If I'm not mistaken, that is only holds one shot." He seemed remarkably pleased with himself, despite the situation.
She raised a perfectly shaped red eyebrow. "It's a good thing I never miss then, isn't it." Her voice remained chill.
Still seeming unruffled from this unforeseen development, he stared at her even more intensely then before. "You look familiar, have I been threatened by you before?" he queried.
"Possible, in fact – more than likely. What do you want with Miss Swann, Sparrow?" She said, her tone remaining cool and clipped.
"Oh, so it's the winning Miss Smith, is it? Again you have disarmed me with your charm. So sorry we didn't have an opportunity to chat on our last meeting, but we certainly seem to be making up for it now. But ye must accept my apologies, I really must be about my business." He pushed the pistol away from its target on him and made an attempt to pass her.
With a quick skill she held him in a headlock, a dagger, seemingly pulled from no where, pressed painfully against his jugular. "And your business is?" She asked insistently, then amended, "And don't say 'independent business' this time."
"I just wanted to see Elizabeth. She and I are I are old friends. Let's find her and ye'll see I'm not lying." He stated calmly, keeping an eye on the small white hand pressing the dagger to his throat.
"Or, 'ow 'bout I tell her you stopped in to see her, hm?" She suggested, humouring him a little. She twitched the blade slightly to make him more nervous.
"Actually, I prefer my plan. I just came to give dear Elizabeth a message from darling Will." His breathing was beginning to come a bit more heavily.
Tudor nodded. "You would of course like your own plan better. Who wouldn't? It's only logical – but that's just the thing. I like my idea better and as I'm the one with the dagger, I think it's my plan we'll follow." She said in a singsong voice. "What's the message from Will?"
"How do I know she'll receive the message? I've begun to seriously doubt your possession of manners." He stalled.
"Well, you'll just have to trust me, won't you? And if you were really concerned with manners, you wouldn't be lurking around the Governor's house at night, now would you?" She said then sighed. "I'm getting tired of this Sparrow, what do you want?" She was starting to get annoyed.
"I was to bring Elizabeth to Will so they could have a little chat . . . or lover's quarrel . . . depending on how it went. But of her own volition, of course."
Tudor nodded, considering the options and seeing some logic in the possibilities. "Well, I'll take your little 'message' to Elizabeth and I'll bring you her response on the docks tomorrow, yes?"
"Is that the only option ye're giving me?"
She pretended to be pensive for a moment then nodded. "Aye, pretty much."
"Oh, well, then my answer is yes."
"Right." And with that she started pushing him to the door.
Jack found himself again in the dark alleyway outside the governor's home. Shrugging, he headed in the direction of the docks and in search of a mug of rum.