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Victoria sat listening to Gibbs explain what had happened and the more he told her, the more she felt confused, upset and sick.
"So, what Jack told me was true?" she said.
"Aye" Gibbs replied
"I don't know what to do anymore, my head's a mess"
"When did Jack tell you this?" Gibbs asked.
"Today, he's waiting on his ship in the port"
"What? He's here?" said Gibbs "we should go and see him"
He stood up, but Tiger pushed him back down into his seat.
"If we go out there, Lewis will see and he'll know something's going on, so sit down"
"Look, I have to go, but if you want to meet Jack, he'll be waiting outside here at midday"
Victoria left the tavern and Tiger brushed a hand over his head.
"He's got a death with 'as Jack, comin' here with Lewis and the navy on him"
"He'll find a way to get rid of them, he always does" said Gibbs.
"Are we going to meet him?" Jenson piped up.
"Aye, if we can get enough men together" replied Gibbs.
Victoria turned right outside the tavern, in the opposite direction to Jack's ship. Jack saw her and ran after her.
"Hey, what happened to meeting me? I had the rum ready an' all"
"There's something I need to do first" she replied.
"What d'you need to do?"
"Listen, its nearly 12, you better go meet whoever it was you were talking to"
"How did you know about that?" he said "oh never mind…meet you in a bit"
He walked off in the other direction and Victoria walked up to the manor.
"Where's the Commodore?" she asked one of the guards.
"In his study miss" he replied.
Victoria threw open the door and walked in.
"Victoria, I was getting wor…"
"Just cut the crap ok?" she said.
"Excuse me?" the Commodore replied.
"You lied to me. I knew you couldn't be trusted"
The Commodore got up and walked over to Victoria.
"I'm not following"
"I found out about your little plan. Jack didn't have a choice, you were going to kill me if he didn't hand me over weren't you?"
The Commodore sighed, "I'm not going to deny it" the Commodore replied, "The guilt was eating away at me. I was going to tell you"
Victoria went to slap him, but he grabbed hold of her wrist and his grip got tighter and tighter.
"You're hurting me!" she cried.
"Believe me, I'm hurting a lot more inside" he mocked.
"Why are you doing this?" Victoria sobbed.
"I needed someone to help me, you see, I'm not as young as I was, so I need someone to continue the position of Commodore when I'm gone, preferably my own bloodline"
"You used me?"
"'Used' is such a harsh word, I prefer to think that you helped me"
"How do you know it's your baby?" she asked.
"What kind of question is that?" he sneered "of course its mine"
"How do you know?" she asked "how do you know its not Jacks?"
The Commodore threw Victoria against the wall and she fell to the floor crying.
"And here was me thinking you rode in the best of circles"
"You bastard" she whispered, tears streaming down her face.
"You know, I think your right" he said "your not like the girls I know, they have a lot more class. You, on the other hand, are a whore"
Victoria laughed. "How did you figure that one out?"
"Well, I got you knocked up didn't I?" he replied.
"You are unbelievable," she said.
Suddenly, a guard came in. "Commodore, we've just heard Sparrows back"
"Ok, assemble your men and meet me outside" he replied.
The guard nodded and left.
"You can't go," replied Victoria holding her stomach.
"And why not?" the Commodore asked.
"Because I won't let you"
"What a shame, because you can't stop me. Anyway, you're coming with me"
The Commodore grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her up. Victoria tried to pull away but his grip was too tight.
"Let me go, I don't feel too well"
The Commodore ignored her and dragged her out of the manor and down to the gates.
"My stomach's really hurting, please, let me go," she said.
"We're ready to go Commodore," said a guard.
"Let's go and rain on Jack's parade shall we?" the Commodore replied.