Sophie followed Jack to his cabin, smiling a little at how angrily he walked. Once inside, he shooed her in past him and slammed the door.
On the deck above, the boys were laughing. Aidan stood where Sophie had left him with a concerned look furrowing his brow.
Back in Jack's quarters, he said, "Little missy, I don't know what ye think yer doing, but nobody orders the Captain of the Black Pearl around. Nobody." His eyes glinted dangerously.
Sophie smirked. She was going to enjoy baffling the captain further. "Well, Captain, you overlooked a significant part of your conquest. In France, you cannot be where you are going in such appearances." She gestured to his clothing and his dirty face. In all truth, she had been toying with the concept of not telling him and letting the French citizens hand him over to the guard for insulting them with his presence.
"What's wrong with the way I look?" Jack said with incredulous pride.
"You're dirty."
"Gah!"
Sophie rolled her eyes.
"No matter. We go in the dead of night. You go now. Savvy?" Jack said, an annoyed glare now on his face.
"What?" Sophie asked; it was her turn to be incredulous. "What do you mean, I go now? What on earth am I supposed to do?"
"Well, ye shall find Ms. Fasset and bring her," He gestured with his fingers, pointing to the floor beneath him, "To the docks."
Sophie snorted. Jack's eyebrow raised at the action. "You expect a maid to leave her house to follow a woman she doesn't know to a place where sailors gather and get drunk and fight?"
"Ah, but she does know you."
"I never said that!"
"And pirates come to the docks, too, m'love." He took an instigating step towards her, puffing out his chest.
"Not in Calais." Sophie returned the challenge.
They were too close to each other. Sophie could smell the manly aroma of sweat and rum about Jack, and a slight scent remnant of cinnamon. Jack, meanwhile, had ignored her comment and couldn't take his eyes off of her rosy cheeks and pale skin; the girl had obviously never been to the Caribbean. He couldn't say he found her beautiful; instead she reminded him of a doll of sorts; a doll with omniscient eyes and a mischievous grin. Indeed, he found her alien to him and his past experiences, especially with her dark hair and blue-black eyes and white, white skin.
They surprised themselves when their lips smashed together. Jack pushed her against the door and ran his hands down her sides, grabbing her rear end and holding her up between him and the wall. Her legs wrapped around him, and she grinded against him, moaning a little when he bit her neck.
Seven minutes later, they made their way back on deck, where the crew grinned stupidly at Jack. Sophie rolled her eyes. Nothing had really happened. To stop Jack's insatiable libido (at least, that's the goal she claimed to be chasing), she had pointed out that it was very near night, and that if he wanted the deed he had begged to be done done, she had to leave now. Sophie straightened her clothing, bending over suggestively to instigate Jack further, and then turned tail on him, teasing him until they reached the bottom of the stairs, still out of view of the deck and all that may have been on it. There, she pushed him against the wall and bit his neck hard, leaving a little mark.
In response to his incredulous tone with her after that, she said, "Something to remember me by."
That was only followed with more questions, which Sophie gracefully ignored. Jack, meanwhile, felt an unstable lurch in his stomach. Her tone had made it easy to infer that she was not intending on coming back. Once on deck, she said a personal goodbye to Aidan and walked towards the wall of the ship. She then curtseyed a curt farewell to the rest of the crew and bounced down the gangplank.
Jack waved an overly-perky, fake goodbye to her, then pretended to head back to the heart of the ship. However, he span around after she turned the nearest corner, then motioned for Aidan and another crew hand. "Come on, boys."
The three sauntered down to the docks, and once they were on them, Jack turned and said to Gibbs, "You're in charge."
Gibbs nodded and watched the three men disappear into the shadows of the nearest building.
"Awful bad luck, this sneaking about. Won't bring nothing but trouble," He mumbled.
Already halfway to where Sophie had turned, Jack whispered, "Now we follow her, and make sure she doesn't try to make off, savvy?"
The other two nodded and said, "Aye, Captain."
"Good," said Jack, deviously.
The trio followed Sophie up and down several winding cobblestone streets, until she came to a rather large chateau of sorts. Aidan mumbled that it was about time, and something about how he wasn't sure he even knew the way back. On the lantern-lighted path, which ran along a brick wall around the house, Sophie talked in a hushed voice to a guard standing by the entrance gate. The guard nodded and opened the gate, and Sophie looked around quickly before shuffling inside.
Across the bumpy street, in the shadows, Jack smiled, his gold teeth illuminated in the dull light. "Let's go."
The boys crossed the road between street lanterns, then, flattened against the brick wall, went twenty feet further down the path before the third boy, a tall, intimidating specimen named Marcus, squatted down. He laced his fingers together for a boost for his Captain, who planted his foot firmly in Marcus's palms. The tall man pushed him right up the side onto the broad, decorative top. He did the same for Aidan immediately there after, then accepted Aidan's hand, extended in assistance, as he scampered his own way up the six feet of flat bricks. By the time Marcus had gotten on top, Jack was already on the other side.
Inside of the wall, the house was even more formidable, down to the highly ornamental griffes on the bottom of each arch that lined the front of the house. The lawn was short and neat, the broad marble steps pure white, and the balconies railed. There was even a moderately sized fountain on the far side of the property. Jack's eyes widened and his lips tightened.
"This is going to be a little more difficult than I thought."
"Captain?"
"Alright lads, scratch the plan."
"We aren't going to break in?"
Jack shook his head. "Then what do we do?"
"We wait."