Disclaimer: POTC is not mine. But it should be.
A/N: Cliffhangers are so much fun.
Smith swears. Trust Sparrow to hide like a rat. He may act drunk and sun-crazed, but Sparrow is no fool. Though many of Smith's comrades would like to think otherwise.
And that girl, 'Squirrel' Grey. She let him down. She should've hurt Sparrow. Smith fed her enough harsh truths to choke her on. Squirrel must be tougher than her cousin let on.
Smith leaps down from the rooftops once the coast is clear and saunters towards the docks. Squirrel was only a long shot after all. There was always Plan B. Smith places a tin whistle to his mouth and gives two quick blasts.
"You called, Captain?" A voice mumbles. Smith turns and greets the newcomer with a grin.
"You have the knife, right?"
The newcomer nods.
"You know what to do?"
The newcomer nods and cracks his knuckles.
"Good." Smith's smile turns cold. "Get to it."
"Aye, Captain." The newcomer turns and leaps into the cold waters of Port Royal bay. Only a trail of bubbles shows his passage underwater. Smith smiles, then saunters back to his ship, whistling merrily through his teeth as he goes.