Chapter six: The inventor of Clue

It was that night that we encountered yet another storm. Sparrow advised me to stay in my cabin, or I would reach the same ends as Emilio. Those were his exact words. I took head and decided if I was confined to my room, I might as well do something constructive.

Firstly, I took out all of the garments in the trunk, examining them to see if there were any patching needed. A few pairs of pants and a shirt were in dire need if stitching, and the one magnificant gown in there was losing a bit of the beading on the bodice. Using what I had, I quickly mended those ailments, and went on to other things.

I sharpened the swords, and polished the pistols, making sure there were a bullet and powder in each. After that I decided to be a bit superficial. I took down my hair from it's snood, and brushed it with a silver brush until it shone. I then tried a few hairstyles, and the iovry combs that Dan had given me looked striking in contrast to my black hair. I pulled my hair back up and put my hat back on.

I found a book of newly published fairy tales, and hunkered down to read.

I was in the middle of a story called "The Sleeping Beauty" when Sparrow came in.

"You could knock, you know," I said nastily, my nose still in the book.

"Then there would be no surprise," He said in the exact same tone. I put the book down at looked at him, contempt writen all over my face.

"What do you want?" I asked finally.

"Merely to ask you a favor, or perhaps, more than that."

"I am NOT sleeping with you! I am not that desperate. Heck, Im not even desperate."

"Ho ho." Sparrow said, faking a laugh. "Nah, I jest came ta see if ya wanted to have a friendly rematch on deck when the wheather clears up."

"Huh? Rematch? For what?" I asked confused.

"Ya know...That one day. I was slightly drunk and had a hangover, you just woke up..." He trailed off, and I busted out laughing.

"A REMATCH?" I cried, tears streaming down my eyes. Thats how hard I was laughing. "Besides. Your always drunk. Look, your swaying now." And it was true. "Plus. I beat you fair and square. Face it, Jack Sparrow, someone...a woman in fact, is better than you. It is possible." Sparrow's face contorted into one of rage.

"Hey! I was drunk and/or had a hangover. I bet you next time, I beat you to a bloody plup!" I snorted.

"I know, lets play the murder mystery game. If you win, we will have a rematch. If I win, then I won the sword fight, end of discussion." He looked thoughtful for a moment.

"How do you play the murder mystery game?" He asked.

I went on to explain it, and how you needed to find out who killed who with what, and where. We picked the rules, and started.

It was who killed Dan(Me, Jack, Mr. Gibbs, Anamaria, Cotton, or Charles(another crew member)). And where(galley, captains quarters, deck, brig, bilges, or Dans bunk), with what(a pistol, a sword, a candle stick, a rope, a piece of glass, or a cannon ball). We wrote everything down on slips of paper, and Dan drew one of each at random. He didnt show us, but then played dead. The game began.

We made our way through each "crime scene" looking for clues. After two hours, I finally took a guess.

"I say it was me, in the galley, with the sword." I said, laughing. My hat had flown off at one point, and my hair was coming down in whisps, curling almost becomingly around my face.

"Well, how did you do it?" Sparrow asked, stalling so we couldnt ask Dan.

"Well, I was in my cabin, and I went to the deck, went below," I started to run to the galley, Sparrow and the other players trailing after me. "I then RAN DOWN THE HALL, AND STABBED DAN!" We skidded to a halt in the galley.

"Dan?" Sparrow asked, sourly.

"She's right!" Dan called back. I let out a triumphant 'HA!'.

"What is the real name for this game?" Dan asked, coming out from the galley.

"I dunno. I would always play it back home with the maids. It is easier in a house. We called it Clue." Sparrow sulked off.

"Whats wrong wif 'im?" Charles asked, coming to stand next to me.

"He now has to admitt that I beat him swordfighting, and we will never do a rematch, and he can never bring it up again," The two men next to me laughed hearitly, and I went back into my room to finish reading "The Sleeping Beauty".

Sparrow hardly talked to me after that, proving that he was in deed, a sore loser. He would only look in my direction if he needed to bark an order at me, or ask me something. He never looked me in the eye, and it got annoying after a while. As time went on, I started to feel more comfortable around the crew, and abondoned my hat to let my hair flow loose in the wild sea wind.
Dan's eyes lit up when he saw me in the galley one morning, my hair up in those beautiful combs he had given me. That day, my hair curled almost in ringlets due to the humitity, and I pulled the sides up and left the very back loose, cascading in waves down my back.

"Hello there, miss." Dan said, sitting down in one of the many chairs. "What are you doing?"

"I told you a million times, Dan. Call me Jezebel, or Jez, or Bell for that matter. I hate being called 'Miss'. I feel like primped up stuck up snob when you do, and Im not. Anyways. Im making a pie." I was trying to figure out how to bake an apple pie without a stove, or a fire.

"How are you going to cook it?" Dan asked, voicing my internal question.

"Dunno." I admitted. I already had it made up, and believe me, making a pir with minimal flour, sugar, and apples was quite hard, but I had managed.

"I know! You can cook it in a cannon. build a fire up in the base, and then put it right inside. Turn it every now and then. It should work." I looked at Dan for a moment, a grin forming on my face.

"Dan...your a genius!" I exclaimed, and grabbed up the in-baked pie, runing to the deck with Dan following suit.