Disclaimer: I don't own Disney's PotC and I couldn't own actually pirates from the Caribbean since they were real and I don't own real people.
A/N: Go back and read Chapter 7 if you haven't read it lately!
Chapter 8
It wasn't a voice behind Jack Sparrow that spoke. It was the voice that held Annamaria prisoner which had spoken those words. Jack looked towards it with recognition. It was the voice of a woman that had been hardened by years of work and male influence upon her life. He had known a woman such as that and he wondered if she was the one.
"I wouldn't try anything," she said as Jack felt himself being quickly unarmed by the man behind him. He still couldn't see the face of the woman yet he felt he knew who she was now.
"You wouldn't mind introducing yerself now that we've met, would you?" Jack asked the figure who stood in the darkness.
"All in good time, Sparrow. All in good time. Lars, take this little pirate out of my way," she told her associate as she knocked out Annamaria with the butt of her gun and released her onto the floor in an unconscious heap. "Captain Sparrow has something to tell his crew."
Morgan stepped over the limp body of the female pirate with little interest and stood in front of the man she had known years before. She now stood facing Sparrow eye to eye and he could now study her face in the dimness of her quarters. She was tanned by the sun with cold gray eyes that stared at coldly at him. She was a bit shorter than him and was dressed just like a man in a white shirt, dark pants and high boots. Nothing about her seemed feminine but perhaps she could have been beautiful if the fates had allowed it.
They studied each other carefully, sizing each other up and trying to figure out their weaknesses. Jack couldn't think of any way to escape and he was certain the Morgan wouldn't let him go now that she had trapped her prey. He was beginning to place the face with a name from his past when he noticed a pistol being cocked into his belly. He cursed himself silently for getting into this situation as he remembered who he was facing.
Footsteps could be heard approaching and yet no one in the room moved. "Jack, I think this is..," Gibbs trailed off as he entered the room, his eyes adjusting to the darkness as he realized that a gun was pointed at his captain.
The silence of the room had been briefly interrupted but it grew once again as the pirate behind Jack disarmed Gibbs as well. Morgan continued to look at Jack, a cold hate burning in her eyes for him with no interest in anyone else in the room.
"I think it's time you gave a few orders, Mr. Sparrow," Morgan said, motioning him to the door with her gun.
He did as she asked, not wanting a bullet in his chest. "What do you want?" he asked in a whisper as he made his way towards the door.
"Tell your men to throw down their weapons and let my men go," she hoarsely whispered back, her pistol pushed into his back as she began to prod him out onto the deck.
"And if they don't?" Jack asked, pausing
for a moment before he stepped out into the sunlight.
"Lars will
take care of your friends and I will take care of you," Morgan
replied, moving her pistol to the back of his neck.
Jack swallowed, feeling the muzzle of the gun pressing deeply into the back of his neck. This wasn't much of an improvement.
"Alright," he replied quietly as they reached the deck of the ship. "I'll do it."
In a slight moment of time, Morgan White's men had retaken their ship, along with the Black Pearl. The crew had been separated so that half of the crew was in the brig of each ship. Most had been obeyed silently except for Annamaria who nearly took out two of Morgan's men before Lars knocked her out again and dropped her in a cell with Jack. With the ships on their way back to Jonathan, Morgan was back into her quarters, after her crew had moved their supplies from it. She had sent for Jack when the last of the provisions had been moved, the skull of Henry White still sitting on her desk. It was there that Jack found her, silently cursing both men in her lives.
Jack had been shoved in her room and she looked up at his awkward arrival. "Ah, Jack. I've been expecting you," she said rising from her desk. "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
Without acknowledging her presence, he sidestepped her and picked up the skull that lay on her desk. Looking it over with half-interest, he said finally, "I suppose this is all that's left of your father?"
She glared at him for daring to touch her father's head. "Henry the skull, are you proud of what your daughter has become?" he asked it seriously before putting it up to his ear to listen.
Morgan glared at him fiercely before snatching the skull away from him. "Don't ye dare impugn my father's memory," she scowled back at him, her eyes becoming black with hate.
Sparrow put his hands up in protection against her hate to him. "I should have killed you for that," she threatened, placing the skull back on the table.
"And why don't you? Go ahead. Ye got me and me crew locked in the brigs. Providing that the tales I've heard of you are true, we would have been dead long before this."
"I have more interest in you and yer crew than just a daily killing," Morgan replied as she walked over to the window that overlooked into the sea.
"And why is that?"
She looked over at him with eyes cold as glass. Jack caught on pretty quickly. She wasn't going to tell him even if it was the last thing she ever did.
"Tuck!" Morgan shouted, cutting their conversation short.
The dark haired pirated barged into her quarters, without uttering a word. "Get him out of here," she told him, turning back towards the window.
Tuck dragged Jack out of the room by his arm and began leading him back to his cell while Morgan turned back to look at the closed door to her room. "Bastard," she spit under her breath.
Her eyes fell back onto the skull on her table and her eyes flashed with anger. "It's all your fault. You know that, don't you?" she snarled at the skull before heaving it across the room in anger.
It hit the wall with a thud before bouncing off and landing the right way on the ground. The skull had not shattered nor did it do any damage to the wall it had stuck.
A moment later, Morgan fell down slowly on her knees next to it. "I'm sorry," she whispered quietly as she picked it up and grasped it tightly to her chest. "I didn't mean it. I'm sorry."
