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Chapter 5: The Latest Fashion and a Close Call

It was decided that they would leave to go after Barbossa tomorrow. Commodore Valentine's second in command, Lenmark, had arrived at their ship. He was going to accompany them on their journey to stop Barbossa.

That night, Celeste had bought a new nightgown that was supposed to be the latest fashion. It was white and covered in lace. The upper part of it was tight fitting, but not uncomfortable, laced up in the front, and pretty low-cut. The skirt of it had a slit in the front, which ran all the way up to the upper thigh. On her legs, she wore white-sheer stockings that came up to mid-thigh and were lined in lace at the top.

She emerged from the closet, awkwardly tugging on the skirt, hoping it looked alright. Jack was reading something and waited a moment to look up at her. He finished the paragraph on the page and looked up.

"Wow!" he exclaimed.

"What?" she asked, looking around the room.

He threw the book across the room and jumped up, going to her. "What is this? This is new maybe I should give you more money to buy new things!"

"Oh, yes." she replied. "Do you like it? Elizabeth told me it was the latest fashion in Paris… I don't know how I feel about it what do you think?"

"I think you should burn everythin' else you own and wear this from now on." he said. She laughed. "No, I'm completely serious." He put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea…" she told him, smiling.

"No, this was a great idea!" he objected.

"Haha, I'm a little worried about your behavior…" she laughed, turning to the closet to change.

"No, no, no!" Jack exclaimed. "You're not goin' anywhere!" He stepped in front of her, picked her up, and threw her over his shoulder.

"What on earth are you doing!" she laughed.

"Guess." he replied, tossing her down on the bed, and climbing on top of her.

"Jack, if you just take this right off, there's no point in me even putting it on, is there?" she laughed.

"Sweetheart, that's the fun part o' course there's a point!" he told her, yanking on the laces on the front of the gown. He pushed her sleeves off her shoulders and kissed her chest. "You're goin' out tomorrow to buy another one o' these outfits I've decided."

"Oh, you've decided, huh?" Celeste asked, laughing. "And what do you ever buy to entice me?"

"Do I really need to buy anythin' to achieve that?" he asked, pulling his shirt off.

"You really are far too arrogant, you scoundrel." she said, smiling.

"I know… but isn' it enticin'?"

She laughed and kissed him.

A few minutes later, the door opened and in walked Lenmark.

"I was wondering if someone could oh, gosh, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, turning away from them. Celeste sat up abruptly, pushing Jack away, and pulled the covers up to her neck. Jack looked up and glared at Lenmark.

"Er, it's alright." Celeste said, clearing her throat and flattening her mussed hair. "What did you want, Lister Menmark? I mean Mr. Lenmark…"

"I-I was just wondering if someone could direct me to the kitchen for some water…" Lenmark said shakily, keeping his back turned.

"Well, you could knock next time!" Jack snapped. "Or better, not disturb us at all!"

"Jack, don't be rude." Celeste scolded. "Of course, just a moment." She laced up the front of her gown and fixed whatever had been put out of place. She got up and put on her dressing gown. "Alright, I'll be glad to show you, sir."

"Wait a minute!" Jack objected. "You will not! Not dressed like that, anyway! You're not leavin' this room dressed like that!"

"Oh, Jack, stop being crazy." Celeste told him calmly, opening the door. "I'll go where I want to."

"Not without me you won'!" he exclaimed, standing up.

"Fine." she sighed. " Just a moment." she said to Lenmark. She picked up Jack's shirt and went to him. "At least put a shirt on." she told him, jerking the shirt over his head. "Crazy pirate…" she muttered. "Well, come on." She grabbed Jack's hand and walked out the door. "Pardon Jack, Mr. Lenmark he's completely insane."

"'ey!" Jack objected. She laughed and looked over at Lenmark, who looked concerned, and laughed again.

"No, no, I was just joking." she told Lenmark, laughing, as they headed to the galley.

"Well, I'm, er, sorry about the intrusion…" Lenmark said to Celeste.

"Don' look at 'er!" Jack exclaimed, pulling Celeste to the other side of him so Lenmark couldn't see her.

"Jack! What are you doing!" Celeste cried.

"'e looked at you!" Jack replied, eyeing Lenmark suspiciously.

"Well, yes, he was talking to me! Quit being paranoid!" she scolded.

"You can never be too careful." Jack said.

"Excuse Jack's behavior he always gets angry when we get interrupted, and then he says stupid things." Celeste told Lenmark. He didn't look at her, though, terrified of what Jack might do. "Don't be afraid of him if I tell him not to do something, he won't do it." she looked at Jack. "Don't kill him or hurt him in any way!" she ordered. "He does what I say, don't worry." she said to Lenmark.

"'ey! I can think for meself!" Jack objected.

"Yes, but you think a lot of stupid things." she told him, smiling.

"Ohh, I'm goin' to get you back for that one, darling." he warned, smacking her backside.

"Jack!" she scolded, laughing.

Lenmark loudly cleared his throat to remind them of his presence. Celeste and Jack looked at him and silenced, Celeste blushing. They arrived in the galley a little bit later.

"Alright, well, you can get water over there." Celeste told Lenmark, pointing to the corner of the galley. He turned to look at it. Jack slipped a hand around Celeste's hips and Celeste slapped it off just as Lenmark looked back at them.

"Thank you." he said. Celeste nodded, smiling as if nothing had happened. Jack kissed Celeste's neck, but she pushed him away just as Lenmark looked back at them again. Celeste again smiled as if nothing had happened.

"Do you happen to have any apples, by chance?" Lenmark asked.

"Oh, yes, of course, they're on the counter over there." she replied, pointing to another corner of the galley.

"Ah, I see." Lenmark said, starting towards the water. Jack placed a hand on her chest and kissed her cheek. She pushed him away just as Lenmark looked back at them again. Once more, she smiled like nothing had happened. "I must thank you for your hospitality it's very kind of you."

"Oh, anytime, sir, no need to thank us." Celeste told him. He nodded and started toward the water again.

"Let's get out o' 'ere 'e can get it 'imself." Jack whispered, his lips to Celeste's ear. "I'm goin' to explode!"

She laughed quietly. "Wait just a minute." she whispered back. "You waited for quite a while before we got married, you can wait a few minutes."

"I've suffered enough." he told her quietly. "Anyway, mate, 'elp yourself to whatever you like." he said, raising his voice so Lenmark could hear him. "If you 'ave any more questions, feel free to ask Gibbs." Lenmark nodded. Jack picked Celeste up and carried her out of the galley hurriedly.

"Jack!" Celeste scolded. "That wasn't very polite to leave him there! He's our guest! And it wasn't very polite to just pick me up like that!"

"Aye, but wasn' it enticin'?" Jack asked, smiling. She smiled and he carried her back to their room. They lied down once more. "If one more person interrupts us, I'm rippin' their 'ead off, savvy?"

"No, Jack, don't do that it's not very polite." she said, smiling. She pulled his shirt off and gazed up at him; she noticed something. "I wonder what this is…" She placed a hand on the X on his chest that had been caused by Barbossa's witchdoctor crony's paper.

"Aye, it's ugly I don' want it there." he told her.

"Well, no, I mean… I just hope it isn't harmful to you or anything…" she added. "I wonder what on earth it could be for…"

"Suppose we'll find out, won' we?" Jack replied, kissing her neck.

"I don't know if we should just ignore this…" Celeste said uneasily.

"Well, sweetheart, what are we supposed to do? Send a carrier pigeon to Barbossa an' ask 'im?" he asked sarcastically.

"Well, no, baby, I'm just worried." she told him. "You know what Barbossa's capable of… I just don't want anything bad happening… again…"

Jack sighed. "I would really love to tell you that nothin' bad is goin' to 'appen, Princess… but I can't… You know I can't. I can't say anythin' to eclipse the bad righ' now. So we're goin' to 'ave to do what we always do. Forget the world until tomorrowescape into each other until we really 'ave to deal with our problems. We'll get through it like we always do… so chin up, my love." he said, tweaking her chin. He pushed the hair out of her face and kissed her.

The next day, they set sail for Isla de Ensayas once more.

"It'll be about two hours before we arrive." Gibbs informed them.

"Thanks." Jack replied. Gibbs nodded and left them. The Sparrows had just sat down to breakfast in the dining room at the time. Jack was multitasking eating breakfast, planning an attack, and holding Jocelyn in his lap all at once. "So, we'll go in, swords at the ready, givin' Barbossa no time to react or call out any of his minions." Jack planned, placing a piece of ham in his mouth. "Savvy?"

"Well, that sounds good now, but it's not so easy to predict what they're going to do in the moment." Celeste replied. "They could be completely ready for us when we get there and the whole plan would be useless."

"Mummy." Christopher said, tugging on Celeste's dress. "Will you cut my meat for me?"

"Oh, of course, sweetheart." Celeste told him, pulling his plate over in front of her and cutting the meat.

"I realize that, Princess, tha's why we got to act fast." Jack continued, taking a drink of water.

"Why do you call Mummy Princess?" Christopher asked curiously. "I thought princesses were little girls."

"Mummy's not an old girl, however." Celeste injected quietly.

Jack laughed. "Because when I met 'er she always looked just as beautiful as a princess. An' then, I always treated 'er like a princess because she deserved nothing less than that." He looked at Celeste. "An' no matter 'ow old she gets bein' incredibly young righ' now an' lookin' even younger than she is she will always be a princess to me." He leaned over and gave her a short kiss; she smiled.

"Eahh!" Jocelyn cried.

"Oh, you're a princess, too, darling." Jack said comfortingly, patting Jocelyn on the head. She laughed happily, glad to finally get some recognition.

"What about us?" Christopher asked. "What are we?"

"Well, we're pirates." Jack replied. "Pirate captains sailin' the seven seas… or… jus' the Caribbean… an' keepin' princesses like Jocelyn and Mummy safe from terrible men like Barbossa."

"That's a good thing to be." Christopher stated as Celeste gave him his plate back. "I'm going to be a captain someday that's what I want."

"An' you'll get it, mate, jus' work 'ard enough for it an' be good." Jack told him. "Besides, if you do someday prove that you're captain material, you already got yourself a ship the Pearl is yours when you get old enough."

"Really!" Christopher cried excitedly.

"O' course." Jack replied.

"Wow!" Christopher exclaimed. "But… what about Jocelyn? Won't she get a ship?"

"Well, she's already as spoiled as your mother she'll probably want a brand new one if she wants to be a captain." Jack told him.

"It's good that you thought of her, though, darling that was very nice." Celeste said to Christopher, patting his head. Christopher smiled.

"I got it!" Jack exclaimed. "We'll 'ave the crew back us up. They'll follow us there an' then attack!"

"That won't work what if Barbossa has people hiding with guns to shoot at extra people?" Celeste asked. "I think it would work best if just you, Lenmark, Sierra, and I go."

"If only a few of you go, they probably won't see you." Christopher added. Jack and Celeste looked at him. Celeste dropped her fork and Jack almost choked on his ham. "They don't know when you're coming."

"Tha's a brilliant plan!" Jack exclaimed.

"How did you know that, Christopher?" Celeste asked, amazed. Christopher shrugged. "Did you hear the crew talking about it?"

"No, I just thought it." Christopher replied. "It's like the time you were made chief, Daddy."

"O' course!" Jack recalled, smacking himself in the forehead. "Why didn' I think o' that? Tha's it my son's goin' to be the cleverest pirate in the Caribbean!" Christopher and Celeste both smiled. Jack looked down, noticing that Jocelyn was attempting to pull a piece of meat from his plate. "'ey! You ate jus' a few minutes ago, sweetheart! Daddy's goin' to die if you keep stealin' me food!" Jocelyn did have the tendency to do that. When she got bored of just sitting there and no one was paying attention to her, she'd always want something entertaining to do. Apparently, food is always the answer. Jocelyn looked up at Jack and laughed in amusement. "Augh! You're jus' so cute! Tha's it the meat is yours. I can't refuse that face." They all laughed.

After a few minutes, Christopher sighed. "Can't someone else go?" he asked. "I don't want you to go… Barbossa is really mean… I'm scared…"

Celeste looked at him sympathetically. "Come here, sweetheart." She pulled him onto her lap and hugged him. "I know it's scary, darling, but we have to go. Daddy is the best pirate in the Caribbean. He's the only one who can stop Barbossa."

"Well, why are you going?" Christopher asked.

"Because even Daddy needs help sometimes." Celeste replied. "Don't worry about us. We'll be fine. We love you and Jocelyn too much to let anything happen to us."

"Promise you'll be okay?" Christopher asked.

"Promise." Celeste told him, and kissed his cheek.

"Aye, don' worry, mate we'll be fine." Jack said, patting Christopher's head.

They came ashore and set out to find Barbossa. The company consisted of Jack, Celeste, Lenmark, and Sierra. They walked down a dirt road that led into a forest and came upon a sign. They read it. "Follow the birdseed, Sparrows." the sign said. There was a trail of seeds leading up the road; they followed it until they came to a large house. The moment they entered, an awful smell hit them.

"Oh, someone needs to lay off the rum!" Sierra exclaimed. "Smells like they've got all the rum in the Caribbean stashed here!"

They crept further into the house and heard voices behind a door.

"Surely Mrs. Sparrow's trial won't be over so soon." someone said. "We can relax for a while."

"I don' know they seemed awfully angry… Maybe they got finished wif the trial early so they could rush back 'ere." someone suggested.

"It couldn't be over this fast." Barbossa stated coldly. "Besides, I was able to get into her head for a while several days ago. She was very worried. I doubt they had much chance in the case. They probably convicted her."

"But that's bad for us, isn't it?" someone asked. "I mean, what's Jack got to lose, then?"

"He's still got the Pearl." Barbossa explained. "That probably means just as much to him. And his whelps. Seemed pretty attached to them. …Though, I certainly hope Mrs. Sparrow isn't dead. I doubt she is… Jack would easily break the law for her they could've just left the town."

"What good is Mrs. Sparrow to us if she's not our bait for Jack?" someone asked.

"Are ye a eunuch, Twigg?" Barbossa asked. "Have ye seen the woman? Nothin' like that in Tortuga, I'll tell ye that."

"Eh, she's got nothin' upstairs that's where it counts." someone said.

Celeste scowled through the door at the stupid pigs.

"But look at her face." Barbossa replied. "She's easily the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Aside from the front, perfect form. If ye think I'm lettin' her go, ye got another think comin'."

"An' 'as she got a rump on her!" someone added. They all laughed and threw out agreements. Celeste glared through the door, disgusted. Jack stepped behind Celeste and put his arms around her waist.

"Aye, that woman is mine." Barbossa stated. "These are my orders: no one lays a hand on her. I want her alive and kickin'… and screamin'… and yellin'." he laughed sadistically and his crew joined in. "She and Jack have to stay alive until the time is right. Kill anyone who comes with them. It's such a bother that the magic won't work on Jack…"

"Why not?" someone asked.

"Do ye ever pay attention, ye idiot?" Barbossa asked angrily. "The paper! The X that's stuck on Jack's chest now! It means he's immune to the magic!"

"Why would you want him to be immune?"

"…Yer an idiot." Barbossa replied. "I'm goin' to say this one more time. Jack is the man I'm gettin' revenge on. That's the only way I could be resurrected. I need the blood and the life of Jack in order to receive immortality and invincibility. After I do that, I'll take over the Caribbean."

"Alone?"

"No, stupid!" Barbossa told them obviously. "After I become immortal, I'll summon the army of the underworld!" (Because that's so obvious) "I could take over the world with that kind of an army. We'll see what comes. Maybe I will. …Any more questions, ye dopes?" Not a sound. "Alright, well, let's get back to the ship! Doesn't look like the Sparrows are comin' today."

It sounded like they were they were all getting up and heading for the door.

"Hide!" Jack whispered. They all scattered into the surrounding rooms and hid. Celeste hid under a desk, Jack hid behind a suit of armor, and Lenmark and Sierra both hid in a closet.

Five of Barbossa's crewmembers entered the room that Lenmark and Sierra were hiding in. They were heading for the closet… They opened the door and yelled in surprise.

"Grab them!" a crewmember yelled, and the others obeyed. Lenmark and Sierra were struggling against their captors. "Who are you?" They didn't answer. "Friends of the Sparrows, I suppose. BARBOSSA!"

Barbossa entered the room a few moments later hurriedly. "What!" he asked, annoyed. "And I told you to call me Captain!"

"Friends of the Sparrows here." the crewmember told him.

"Oh, really?" Barbossa asked. "And are the Sparrows here?" No reply. Barbossa took out his sword and held it to Lenmark's neck. "Are the Sparrows here?" he repeated.

"No." Lenmark answered, pretending to be terrified. "They're still back at the ship. They sent us in to see how many crewmembers you had with you here."

"What a valiant person they sent." Barbossa sneered. He looked at Sierra. "The girl's alright, but… eh, let's kill her both of them."

"No!" Lenmark cried.

"Ye know what?" Barbossa asked. "I've got a great idea. We were just leavin' this place, anyway. We'll let ye go I'm such a wonderful person. Come on." They left the house and stood out in the front. Jack and Celeste still waited warily inside. "Alright, let them go." The crewmembers obeyed. "Let ye in on somethin'. I think I believe ye about the Sparrows bein' back at the ship. Though, I think there's more of ye than just ye two. We're done with this house might as well torch it."

"What!" Sierra cried.

"I knew there were more of you in there." Barbossa concluded. "Well, too bad for them. Go back and tell the Sparrows to send someone able next time. Unless it's the Sparrows who are in there. It'd be best to tell me now."

Lenmark and Sierra thought about what to say. If they spilled the beans about Jack and Celeste being inside, Barbossa could easily get his whole crew (who were waiting outside as well) to go in and capture them. But it seemed that if they told Barbossa about Jack and Celeste being inside, they wouldn't light the house on fire and Jack and Celeste would get out alive… This seemed like a no win situation.

"Send men around the back to light the fire. Two of ye light the front." Barbossa ordered.

"Of course!" Lenmark whispered to Sierra. "That's why the house smelled like rum! They'd poured it all over the house so it would be more flammable! That was their plan all along!" The fires were lit and the house was set ablaze.

"Now off with ye two! Tell the Sparrows to go to Lark an island about a mile away." Barbossa said to Lenmark and Sierra. "Back to yer Sparrows! Come, men!" They all marched off.

The doorways were all set in flames there was no way Lenmark and Sierra could get in. They decided to go back to the ship and get help since there was nothing they could do as of now.

Celeste came out of hiding and went to Jack. "What do you suppose happened? You think Lenmark and Sierra are alright?"

"Probably. Lenmark sounded like he fooled Barbossa." Jack replied. "I think they're gone. We can leave now, I think." Jack sniffed the air. "Smells like… somethin's burnin'!" The roof by this time had caught fire, but they didn't know because they weren't on the second floor… "Let's get out o' 'ere!" They couldn't remember where they came in since the rooms all looked the same, so they just hurried into random places until they reached what seemed to be the house's heart. "Well, from 'ere, we can probably jus' go that way." he said, pointing forward.

"Jack…" Celeste said quietly.

"What?" he asked. She pointed to the center of the room and his eyes widened. Four kegs of gunpowder were piled up. "LET'S GO!"

They rushed out of the room and realized that a flame was quickly shooting past them, headed for the gunpowder. "HOLY DAVY JONES! HURRY!" They ran at top speed down the halls and through rooms. Suddenly, a rafter fell and flames followed it from the ceiling, almost hitting Celeste. They continued through the house and realized they had gotten lost… They weren't at the front door, but the side of the house. "Jump through the window after me!"

Jack leapt through one of the windows, shattering the glass and getting cuts in the process. Celeste jumped through the window after him and they started to run at top speed for a small dell in the distance, but just after they escaped the house, it exploded, sending them flying. They flew into the dell, actually, but not so comfortably. They coughed and dusted themselves off.

"Are you alrigh'?" Jack asked Celeste.

"Not really but we can take care of it when we get back to the ship. You?"

"Not really we can also take care of this when we get back to the ship." he replied. They stood up and staggered back to the Pearl just as Lenmark, Sierra, and much of the crew had started to leave. Sierra ran to them.

"Are you alright!" she cried.

"Not really." they replied simultaneously.

"No serious damage we want to lie down, though." Jack said. He and Celeste went tiredly to their room where Anamaria was taking care of Jocelyn and Christopher.

"Oh, are you alright!" Anamaria exclaimed, seeing their worn state.

"…Not really." they replied simultaneously.

"Well, I'll leave you alone, then." Anamaria said. "Your children were angels as usual." They smiled and she left.

"'ey, Christopher." Jack greeted, kneeling next to him. "'ave fun with Anamaria?" Christopher nodded. "Good."

"See, sweetheart?" Celeste asked, kneeling next to him as well. "We told you we'd be fine." Christopher nodded and hugged her. She winced when he brushed by her arm, though. He hugged Jack as well, who kissed him on the cheek.

"Did you kill Barbossa?" Christohper asked.

"…No, he got away." Celeste told him. "But we'll get him next time. Your plan worked well, though, darling." Christopher smiled happily.

"Well, Mummy and Daddy are tired righ' now we're goin' to take a nap after all the commotion." Jack told Christopher. "So you go on back to your room an' we'll see you at dinner, savvy?"

"Okay, Daddy." Christopher replied. Celeste kissed his cheek and he left the room.

"Oh, OUCH! Ah, ohh!" they groaned just after Christopher left.

"Wha's wrong with you, love?" Jack asked, rubbing his hip, which was sure to be bruised in no time.

"I-I think I dislocated my shoulder…" she replied painfully.

"Oh, no..." Jack said. "Alrigh', darling, I've done this before, don' worry about it. You'll be fine, but it's goin' to 'urt I'll level with you." She nodded. "Hold on to the bedpost with your other hand." She obeyed. "Alrigh'…" He grabbed onto her arm, placing one hand on the front of her shoulder, and yanked it back into place. Celeste didn't want to scream in pain, so she clenched her teeth. She still yelped in pain, but didn't let it be so loud. It took her a minute to recover from that extreme pain, but she finally did.

"Thanks…" she said.

"Anytime." he replied.

"And what's wrong with you?" she asked.

"Got a really big chunk o' glass stuck in me arm." he told her.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Alright, here." She helped him remove his jacket, effects, vest, and shirt. "Ooh, ouch…" she mumbled, eyeing the wound. She placed a hand on his arm and made to pull out the glass.

"OUCH!" he exclaimed.

"I didn't touch it yet!" Celeste told him.

"Oh…"

She started to pull the glass out again and he flinched. "Sweetheart, stand still I can't help you if you keep moving around."

"Sorry…" he said. She started to pull the glass out once more, and he flinched again.

"Jack, stop moving!" she cried.

"I'm sorry! It's painful!" he retorted. "There's nothin' I can do!"

"Fine. Motivation: I'll wear the outfit again tonight if you stand still." she told him.

He paused. "Motivation enough. I won' move a muscle." This time, she was able to pull the glass out. She disposed of it and took some bandages from a drawer. She went back to him and bandaged his arm.

"There you go." she said, tying the bandage off. She flopped down on the bed tiredly and he flopped down next to her. She sighed. "Well, at least we know what that X is for and what Barbossa's plan is."

"Aye." Jack replied. Just then, Jocelyn started crying.

"Oh, Jocelyn, you pick the perfect times to cry…" Celeste groaned. She dragged herself out of bed. "Alright, sweetheart, I'm coming." She picked Jocelyn up and rocked her for a while until she stopped crying.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Celeste called, and Sierra entered.

"Hello, Sierra." Celeste greeted.

Sierra nodded in acknowledgement. "Hey, Jossy." she greeted, patting Jocelyn's head. Jocelyn laughed happily. "Well, Barbossa said that he would be at an island called Lark…" Sierra told them.

Jack sighed. "Can you tell Gibbs to set a course for it? …If anyone knows where it is…"

"Sure." Sierra replied. "Barbossa said it was about a mile away."

"Alright. Thanks, Sierra." Celeste said. Sierra nodded and left. Celeste put Jocelyn back in her crib and lied down next to Jack again. "Ugh… my shoulder hurts."

"I'm sorry, Princess." Jack told her. He pushed the sleeve off her shoulder and kissed it. "I'll tell you… I'd love to do more, but in no way do I have the energy…"

"Hahaha, it's alright same here, anyway." she replied. "Save it for later…"

"Oh, I will you can count on it."


Hope you enjoyed that chapter! Ouch to dislocated shoulders and glass in arms. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.

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