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Attack of the Black Pearl

Robin and the odd Jack Sparrow sat in the dank prison cell for what seemed like hours. Robin entertained herself by humming and tapping different tunes on the stone floor, her yes closed, head beating in rhythmic motion. Jack sat there with his hat pulled low over his closed eyes.

"Lass…stop," he said suddenly.

"Hmm…hmmmmm…hmmmmmmmmmhmmm…hmmmmm…." hummed Robin.

"Lass…" said Jack again, his eyes opening.

Robin continued to hum.

"TURLO!" yelled Jack suddenly.

"Gah! What?" asked Robin, eyes shooting open.

"Stop that damn humming," said Jack.

"Fine…didn't have to FREAK OUT like that…" said Robin.

Right at that moment, a blast of cannon fire echoed throughout the city. Robin scrambled away from the wall hurriedly. Jack tensed, sitting up.

"I know those guns," he said to himself, shooting to his feet. He ran across the cell to the small barred window, looking out into the bay. Two cannonballs shot from a large ship harbored there and hit a nearby stone battlement.

A smirk crossed Jack's face, victorious and triumphant.

"It's the Pearl," he said satisfactorily.

The prisoners in the neighboring cell had long since given up on beckoning the dog with the keys over. For the past two hours they had just sat in depressed silence. But now one of the hopeless prisoners stepped up to the barred wall that separated the two cells, a look of fear upon his face.

"The Black Pearl? I've heard stories. She's been preying on ships an' settlements fer near ten years. Never leaves any survivors," he said, glancing at his cellmates in reassurance. Jack turned to him, smirking.

"No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?" he said in amusement. A look of confusion came across the prisoner's face and he turned to his equally confused cellmates for an answer. Robin stood up, stretching, and walked over to the barred window as well, stepping up on a bench next to the wall to be able to see out of it. She glanced at Jack, then back at the Pearl.

"That her?" asked Robin, nodding at the black ship now firing cannonballs all over Port Royal. Jack nodded.

"That's the one," he said. Robin looked back to the Black Pearl and squinted at the docks. "Looks like they're comin ashore. No doubt to terrorize the town even more."

"That is usually their custom," said Jack matter-of-factly.

Robin sighed and walked over to the cell door, sitting down and leaning up against it.

"If we're lucky maybe they'll blast a hole in the wall," she said sarcastically.

Jack laughed and turned back to the window.

A cannon shot boomed out again and an explosion could be heard nearby. One of the prisoners gave a gleeful shout and danced around with one of his cellmates.

"Yes yes yes! They've blown up the gallows! YYYEEESSSS!" he said happily.

They danced around, laughing with glee. Jack and Robin stared at them oddly, though Robin was secretly relieved that they wouldn't be hung the next day.

Jack shook his head exasperatedly and looked back out of the window, only to dive away from it a second later as a cannonball blasted a hole through the stone wall in between the two cells. But, unfortunately, it only hit Jack and Robin's cell a little, making a hole barely big enough for their heads to fit through. The prisoners in the neighboring cell however began jumping through the hole onto the pile of rubble outside and climbing to the ground. The prisoner from before paused for a last word.

"My sympathies friend. You've no matter o' luck at all." he said, pityingly. Then he moved on to jump out of the hole in the wall, cackling madly. Jack walked over to the hole slowly, leaning his head on it hopelessly.

"Figures…" muttered Robin from her corner. Jack turned to her.

"This really isn' the time to use sarcasm aroun' me. Ye might not be in me good graces if ye keep it up," he said warningly. Robin smirked.

A shaft of moonlight shone through the window as Jack reached into the neighboring cell, picking up the abandoned bone. He then resumed the pitiful task of beckoning the dog towards him with the keys. Jack whistled and shook the bone, muttering in a persuasive voice.

"Come on doggy. It's just you and me now. Its just you an' ole Jack."

"Oh, and I'm the wall then am I?" said Robin sarcastically. Jack shot her a look briefly.

"Come on. Come on that's it. Come'n get the bone. Come on. Bit closer; BIT CLOSER! That's it. That's it doggy. Come on you filthy slimy mangy cad."

The sudden sound of a door opening filled the hall. The mangy dog sped off in the opposite direction down the hallway in fear. Jack panicked.

"No no no, doggy. No no no no no no no I didn' mean it. I didn'…I," he finished in defeat

Robin laughed softly as Jack groaned. He glared at her.

At that moment, shouts could be heard from the lit staircase as two unconscious guards tumbled down it. Two dirty unkempt pirates entered. One was dark with dreadlocks. The other had a mustache and wore a greenish brown cap. They shall henceforth be referred to as Koehler and Twigg. Twigg looked around angrily.

"This ain't the armory!" he said, examining his surroundings. Koehler spotted Jack and stepped forward, sheathing his sword.

"Well well well, look what we 'ave 'ere Twiggy. Captain Jack Sparrow," he said, spitting at Jack. Twigg stepped forward as well. "Last time I saw you, you were all alone on a God-forsaken island, shrinkin' into the distance. His fortunes aren't improving much."

Jack gave the two an annoyed glance before countering.

"Worry about your own fortunes gentlemen." They stopped laughing and frowned. Jack continued. "The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers."

Koehler shot his hand out into the cell and grasped Jack's throat. Robin made a sudden movement as she saw his hand. It had turned skeletal, the sleeves ragged and ripped, but the part of Koehler out of moonlight remained normal. Jack looked at the skeletal hand curiously.

"So there is a curse. That's interesting."

"You know nothing of Hell," said Koehler. He turned to Robin. "Neither of you."

Koehler shoved Jack away and he and Twigg stalked off. Jack watched them go, lifting the bone to eye level, examining it.

"That's very interesting," he said quietly. Robin moved to the window and looked out once more.

"So…friends of yours?" she asked, glancing at Jack. Jack moved over to her as well. He had a fiery hateful look in his eyes although his voice was calm.

"Mutineers of mine is more what they are," he said. "It's a long story." Robin rolled her eyes.

"Well, out with it. Come on we've got the TIME!" she said exasperatedly. He stared at her as if sizing her up. Then he turned away.

"My business, not yours. Let's work on finding a way out right now. "

"The Pearl's leavin'," pointed out Robin, eyes on the bay.

"Tha's odd. Ah, well. I suppose they decided ta leave some survivors this time 'round," said Jack from the other side of the cell.

He picked up the bone once more, looking from it to the floor. Suddenly he smashed it into the floor, breaking it. Robin stared at him. He looked at her, holding up the broken piece of bone, pointing at the sharp tip it now had.

"Lockpick. That one you have won' work on this lock. Tis too small," he said, moving to the door and inserting the bone into it, moving it around forcefully.

Robin shrugged and returned to her corner.

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There. The story may not reach the romantic places yet, for tis not near the opportune moment, in the words of our Cap-i-tano.

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