Chapter 4: Who are you? Part 2

She is on her way down to the brig with her 'guard' when she feels a twinge in her gut telling her to make another attempt to be free. So, she crouches down near the ground and swings her leg out and around, catching his legs and bringing him down on his back and out of consciousness, since he hit his head on the steps. She crawls over and cuts herself loose, she takes back her daggers and she takes his cutlass before leaving. When she reaches the door, she hears him start to stir, so she goes back, hits him down and out once more and walks out of there. She has the keys in her hands, she locks him in and throws them over board. When the sound of a little splash hits her ears she relieses that she should have gone down with them, because now everybody was starring at her and slowly creeping forward.

She takes a look around and sees that they are still docked, and that the crew are getting closer every second.

A man just jumps out at her and she just swings out one of the many daggers and stabs him in the gut, marks him, and throws him over. Suddenly more men charge at once, but she kills them as well as if she does this every day (actually, she does) and as if she could do this with her eyes closed and asleep. Every time they would charge at her, their number would get bigger and bigger. She just relieses, then, just how many there are. When she least expects it, they all get the same idea and charge all at once. She had little time to prepare herself for this, so she gets her dagger and cutlass ready for whatever may happen. She knocks down, kills, and signs, quite a few of them. She doesn't relies that half of 'em are behind her, with more coming. The ones behind her jump on her and pin her down. They take her down to the brig, only just finding out what she did, so they took her to the captains cabin and lock her in. Waiting for the captain, she decides to amuse herself. She wants to really get under his skin, so she rearranges nearly all his furniture, but in the middle she found his rum stash and just stops the rearranging. She sits down at the table and drinks like mad. There's only five bottles left when Jack gets back in his cabin after being filled in 'bout what happened.

He sees the woman, and then he sees the bottles. He looks at her in amazement. Not even he has consumed so much in one day. And she's not even totally drunk yet. Ten bottles of the strongest rum in the Caribbean. He just looked at her in total awe.

"Y- You drank all of these?" He asked, completely astonished.

"Yup. I expected it to be stronger, considering its yours." She walks a bit, kinda swaggering a bout. He finally looks away from her and is about to collapse on his desk, when he relieses what she did to his room.

"Bloody hell, woman! You can't just toy with a mans things 'til your little hearts satisfied you know! I belong to them! I mean… they belong to me!" She giggles a bit.

"First off, I don't have a heart, incase you haven't noticed. I just killed a bit more than half your bloody crew and I don't feel the slightest twinge of guilt or emotion. Second… are you sure you're a man? I mean, look at your room!" She swings her arms wildly as she speaks. "Whoa, I haven't been drunk in two days, and I'm almost there this time! Want to join me?" She starts for the rum again, but Jack stops her, a bit worried what she'll do if she drinks the other five.

"No more for tonight, luv. Now, to get down to business." He sits her down on his bed and he pulls up a chair in front of her.

"Normally, I don't let people go around killin' me crew. But! You can pay for it in a way." He smirks a bit and looks at her, deviously. But she punches that smirk off his face before he sees the fist coming.

"OW! Now pet, that's the second thing, you can't go around hitting me like that. Or doing this to me room." He points aimlessly around the cabin.

"You started it." She says, but he just ignores it, in a deep thinking moment.

"I know you're a very good pirate… but I don't exactly remember who you are and what ship your from. So, tell me everything. I can't exactly remember things when I'm in this state." You are about to ask 'what state. The state of idiocy?' but you shut your mouth and start to think 'bout how to start your story.

"Ummm… alright. I'm Captain Kat, mostly known as Demon. I captain the ship that goes by the name of Devils Three. It's called that because I'm in me own little sisterhood. There are two others, Captain Nat, aka: Lil' Devil, and Captain Vicky, aka: Death; or the Grim, as she's known in some other parts of the world. So, I came up with almost everything. Names, crew, ship, everything. We call ourselves Satans Sisters." She stops, trying to figure out what to say next.

"Then why are you in Tortuga? Away from your ship?" Jack asks.

"Well, I was visiting an old relative, they have grown very ill and so, being the one most in charge of the ship, I ordered them to go in search of just one treasure and come back as soon as they've got it. That'll give me time to take care of me relative and help out. I was in the middle of doing that until ye came along… great going Jack!" She yells out the last part. Feeling a strong urge to attack him right at that moment.

"That's CAPTAIN, luv. Captain Jack Sparrow. And after what you've just done I think it'll do you good to remember that."

"I say again… YOU started it. I did nothing. It was all you, you mangy beast." Her hand, slowly edging towards a dagger hidden on her leg. He pulls the hand away. He then sees her start for one behind her shoulder and he grabs her shoulder right on its side. She flinches at the touch. He starts to pull up the sleeve…

Hello Hello everyone! It's me, Capn't Kat, and I be back! I have to change more of the chapters, because it keeps getting deleted (all because it used to be a Jack/You fic!) so it may take some time. But, please, even if you have already read it, I would appreciate it greatly if you reviewed, even if it's highly flammable.

Capn't Kat