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Okay guys, I know it has taken me forever, but I just started my junior year in college and I don't have that much time to write right now. However, I should start posting more often again. Hope y'all enjoy this!
Chapter 9
Questions
"Bastard!" Gen said. "I thought he was just trying to get rid of me. Why the hell was he trying to kill me?"
Jack shrugged. "You must've found out something that you weren't supposed to."
"Oh please," she said, crossing her arms over her chest, "the man has a few issues that he obviously needs to resolve."
"Oh?" Jack asked, his interest piqued at her decision to share opinions.
"He spends so much time aboard that little bitty ship of his that he's forgotten that life exists outside of it too. Sounds like someone else I've recently become acquainted with. Plus," she said with a little wink, "I think he has a bit of an inferiority complex goin' on."
Jack smiled but said nothing as he began to wander around the room. Gen watched him carefully as she picked her brain for anything else she could use to nail Brigand.
"I don't trust you, Sparrow," she said finally.
Jack turned with a half-smirk on his face. "I'd think you were a little slow if you did," he said.
"So what are you going to do about me?" she crossed her legs in the dress she still wore from the night before. It was beginning to smell of rum and sweat. The men that frequented the Hurricane weren't the cleanest of fellows.
Jack's smirk turned into a grin, "what would like me to do, darling?"
She rolled her eyes, a gesture that she felt she did every other minute while in his presence. "I mean, are you going to drop me off somewhere, or just dump me overboard."
"Now dumping you overboard is rather appealing, but I think I'll keep you around for a while longer. You're such a sweet and lovable person." He broke eye contact and opened the door leading out into the corridor. "Xan, you can come in now. I'll be right back, while Xander here keeps you company."
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Genevieve watched the young man closely as he sauntered in and seated himself across from her.
He smiled easily at her, "how are you Gen?"
"I'd prefer Ms. Starr, if you don't mind, Xander, was it?" She maintained her haughty attitude and kept eye contact, her eyes never wavering.
"Ah, forgive me, Ms. Starr." He leaned back in the chair as he watched her reaction.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked.
"Well, you and I both know that you're hiding something from our friend Jack out there," he said, "but at this point I only have a few conjectures as to what that would be."
"And how would you know anything about me?"
"I know more than you think sweetheart," he said with a grin.
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Jack smiled down the corridor. Good old Xander would straighten her out, he thought. That girl was a headstrong, arrogant little snit who he had dearly been itching to dump off the side while they were on the open sea, but unfortunately he still needed her for a while longer.
Why in the hell would some girl want to live on board a ship with a bunch of disgusting smelly men at sea? He jumped slightly as Anamaria stomped down the corridor towards him.
Rolling his eyes at her he practically leaped out of her way as she stalked past him.
"Something wrong with you?" he called as she continued without even acknowledging him.
"As a matter of fact," she turned, anger evident on her face as her ebony hair swept over her shoulders. "You are acting like an idiot."
"Somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed this mornin'," he said, crossing his arms over his chest as she got into his face. She glared at Jack annoyed at his impatient grin.
"And why would that be, my love?" he asked solicitously.
"Because that girl isn't doing anything but holding us back. Why don't we go blow this moron Brigand straight to hell where he belongs and get on with our lives?"
"You know," Jack said, scratching his chin carefully as he watched the color rise in her sharply angled cheeks, "it just occurred to me that I am the captain of this ship. So we are going to do what I want to do, not just go blasting in and get ourselves caught."
"And how many times would that make, Jack?" Anamaria asked, her eyes large and round as she looked at him innocently.
"Don't start love," he said, "now is there any other mutinous statements you'd like to get on record so that I can finish what I was doing?"
She narrowed her eyes at him and swirled off, he laughed as he could hear her stomping up the stairs while she hurried above deck.
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Gen narrowed her eyes at Xander. "What exactly do you want from me?"
"Just the truth will suffice," he said with an easy grin, intended to make her edgy rather than put her at ease.
"You know, I don't want to be on board this ship and I don't see how spilling my guts to you is going to entice Jack into a bargaining mood. He certainly didn't feel like a discussion last night when I requested to be returned to Tortuga."
"Jack is an...interesting and complex man," Xander began. He was cut short by Gen's brittle laugh.
"Oh please. That man is a pain in the ass who just wants to make my life more difficult."
"Poor little you, Gen. Why don't you cry and moan and tell me all about it, because believe me, Sparrow would be thrilled to get rid of you. After all," he said quietly, "weren't you the one who was sent here to kill him?"
She stopped for a moment at the look in the man's eyes before she answered. They were a very pale blue, so light that they were almost gray, but they were not harsh.
"I wasn't supposed to kill him," Gen said, "I was only supposed to take him to Port Royal."
"Ah," Xander said, "a slight distinction." He chuckled under his breath while she frowned at him. "Do you know how many times that man has been captured?"
"Well, I have a general idea but--"
"Let's just suffice it to say that there is practically no way you could have apprehended him, or kept him long enough to put a noose around his neck," he smiled.
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Jack stared out at the water, his elbows braced on the railing. His little bout with Anamaria had put him in a sulky mood. Maybe she was right, he thought, maybe it was a bad idea to bring that girl aboard. However, if she remained on land, worse would've probably happened to her before the week was out. He cracked his knuckles and frowned at the horizon where darkening clouds were looming.
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"What do you want to know?" Gen asked.
"Why were you onboard the Ruby?" Xander fired at her.
"Do you really want to know? It has nothing to do with any of you."
"Trust me, it has more to do with us than you think darlin'."
"Fine," she said, taking a breath and whooshing it out again. "But first you have to tell me why Brigand wants Jack so badly."
Xander smiled again, his pale eyes lighting up. "You've got a deal."
