A loud rap came at the door, Jack looking towards it and dropping the empty rum bottle, "Who is i'? he asked in an annoyed and drunken tone.
"Jack! We're headed into a storm..." the voice from the outside came.
The captain stood, the front legs of his wooden chair slamming to the ground. He walked to the door and opened it.
"What're your orders?"
"Control the ship.." Jack snapped, looking past the pirate, "You know what to do in a bloody storm."
The man nodded, turning and telling the rest of the crew what to do, Jack following waveringly and relaying orders.
Noticing a something out of the corner of his eye, Jack turned, looking out. A ship.
"Josheme..." Jack muttered.
"Aye?"
"What ship is that?"
The man came over, taking a spyglass from his pocket, "They have no flag," he said, squinting, "It looks like... the Voyage somethin'"
"Voyage Trade." Jack said under his breath, "I was afraid of that.." he looked up suddenly, "I want full canvas!
"Jack're you mad?" Josheme asked, "We're headed into a storm!"
"I said to raise the sails." Jack restated, walking... erhm, staggering back to his cabin and slamming the door behind him.
...o.O.0.O.o...Rachel fell into a cell, the door slammed behind her as she crawled to the back, pulling her legs close, hugging her knees to her chest in a sense of security. She huffed a piece of red hair from her face, "Well... this is a nice touch."
Adrian sat on a box near the cell, looking at her in curiosity, "Why didn't you tell the captain any incentive?"
"There's nothing to tell." she looked the other way.
"Uh, huh."
"Fine!" Rachel laned closer to the bars, "You really want to know?"
Adrian nodded, smiling and leaned closer.
Rachel smirked, "Too bad. 'cause I ain't gonna tell ya." she laughed at the look on his face, leaning back in contentment for the moment.
Gaze shifting slowly back to Adrian, she noted that his eyes had not moved, "How long are you going to sit there and stare at me?" she asked in annoyance.
"How long will ya give me?"
"Ugh.." Rachel rolled her eyes.
Adrian shrugged, "Hey, I'm just keeping watch."
Rachel looked around the room, a sudden picture of the Pearl coming to her mind, "I.. if I tell you... will you go away?"
"Might." Adrian said, leaning closer again.
"Ehm, well..." she started, not a good start, really, "Well, I kind of.. have you heard of the Black Pearl?"
"Only in stories." he laughed, "Why?"
"I..."
Adrian smiled, his icy eyes not so annoying or threatening anymore, "It's okay. Go on."
"I was just on that ship."
"The Pearl?" he laughed again, then saw the serious look on her face, his growing so.
She rolled her eyes, "I know.. but the Black Pearl is not a legend. She's real.. and.. I was kidnapped by them in a raid three years ago. They killed my mother... and my uncle just ran away."
"I'm sorry." Adrian's eyes softened.
"Stop apologizing, I'm not a threat." she said in annoyance, "Besides.. I was better off with Sparrow than on my own."
"Or... that's what I thought." she said, eyebrows furrowing, "But really, the whole reason I was on the island.. was that stupid gem.. and your captain."
Adrian looked at her, raising an eyebrow, "Captain Brusone?"
"Sure.. whatever that defrauder's name is." Rachel rolled her eyes.
"I don't see how..."
"I know. At gunpoint I was threatened to hand over the map Jack had given me for safekeeping, thinking no one would suspect the little pirate captive to be holding something of such value... he was wrong. And when I refused to give it to him, the next thing I knew, I was walking the plank.."
She laughed, "So, at first meeting, I suppose I can hate Captain Burntscone or.. whatever his name is."
...o.O.0.O.o...Jack squinted into the wind, attempting to get a better look at the ship that sailed closer by the moment, still, the raised sails of the Pearl putting more distance between them.
Sighing, he paced back and forth in his cabin, glancing out the window every second or so, "Come storm.. Come storm..."
...o.O.0.O.o..."Adrian?" a man appeared about halfway down the stairs, eyeing the two.
"Mhhmm?" Adrian responded without looking up.
The pirate shifted, "You may want to come up here. And bring the girl."
"The girl has a name..." Rachel muttered.
"Oh, I'm sorry." he laughed evilly, "Miss Barbossa."
"What about her?" Adrian asked.
A loud, harsh voice could be heard yelling commands from above deck, the man looking up, then back at them," Just bring 'er." he growled, then walked back up the stairs.
"Come on." Adrian took a key from his pocket, unlocking the cell, "We'd better get up there.."
Rachel nodded, pushing the door open and stumbling as she got out, Adrian catching her arm to help her regain balance, "Careful."
"Thanks." she smiled, brushing herself off and following him up the stairs and above deck where Captain Brusone and a couple other crewmembers stood.
The captain confronted her, "Turn around." he said, pointing out over the Caribbean sea, to a sip with black sails.
She did so, then quickly looked down, "That's nice."
"Have you seen that ship?" he asked, moving around to face her.
"I don't recall."
He laughed, "Don't recall, eh? Would this refresh your memory?" pushing Rachel closer to the edge of the ship and holding a knife to her throat, she sucked in a breath of air, a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"What are you doing?" she asked, not daring to look his way.
Brusone nodded at the cannons that aligned his ship, smirking, "These cannons would destroy the whole of that ship there. Shall we go for a test run?"
Rachel bit her lip, a pained look on her face, "I... I.."
"Or can we not destroy your lovely Captain Sparrow?" he tightened his grip on her, the knife seeming to press harder as he held her farther over the water
Tears welled in her eyes as Rachel opened her mouth, "I.. don't care. Shoot. Kill him. Kill them all."