Chapter Twenty-one
Jack stood on the railing, balancing precariously, as the Pearl made its way out of the harbor and passed the Witch where upon he leaped onto the deck of the Witch. It was at that moment that Faith exited the sleeping quarters, and he could tell from the expression on her face that she was already angry. Then again, he thought, when isn't she angry?
Faith had been about to make her way over to the Pearl when she saw Jack standing just inside the railing. She began to head towards him the very instant she saw him, and her glaring eyes cut through him even from that distance. "I've gotta talk to you!"
"I need to talk to you too, Faith. I need a favor," Jack replied. "I know you don't do anything for free, so name your price."
"Don't know or care what it is," she answered without hesitation, her eyes looking up into his even as she folded her arms in front of her chest. "There's only one way I'm doing it."
"And what is that?" Jack asked.
"You get that damn kid out of our crew."
"Done," Jack said. "I need you to play a woman."
She quirked a brow at him. "What the Hell do I look like?"
"I mean, a woman of the street," he said, grasping for words. "I need you to pretend to be all fired up for the Governor and unable to wait. Get him to come to his room, dismissing his guards. That's why I said to wait until you heard what it is to name your price. Is that all you want?"
"Jack, you know me enough to know that I don't have any problem luring his fat butt to his bedroom to get slaughtered. It'll be kind of fun actually," she admitted with a shrug of her shoulders. "But I want that kid gone. I don't care how you do it as long as you don't hurt him. Just do it."
"He won't be here when you get back. Are you ready?" Jack asked even as he heard Cole come up behind them.
"Captain?" Cole asked.
Jack continued looking at Faith. "Faith?"
"Ready whenever you boys are."
Jack, looking at her face, suggested, "Maybe you should freshen up a little before we go?"
Cole remained quiet. He knew better than to say anything to Faith and feared that Jack had bitten off more than he could chew at that comment.
She again quirked an eyebrow at him. "You sayin' I'm not hot enough now?"
"No. I'm saying you've got blood on your face, and it might turn the Governor off. It might look like he had beat you up." He quirked an eyebrow back at her. "Then again it might turn him on, but it'll still draw the guards' suspicions."
She made a scoffing noise in the back of her throat. "You know damn well that I could turn him on, blood or no blood, but give me a minute and I'll get it off." Without waiting for a response, she turned and headed off for the sleeping quarters.
Jack turned to look at Cole. "Don't hang around after you've taken us. I don't know how long it's going to take, and you don't need to be a witness. Thank you for everything, Cole. I know I don't get around to thanking everybody for their contributions, but without each and every one of us, we'd all be at a loss. If something should happen and I don't make it back by dark, get everybody out of here. I don't know what evil is coming. It keeps getting stronger all the time. Even I can feel it. I want my family out of here."
"You're welcome, Captain," Cole said. "You know Angel and I will protect them, but I don't like the ideal of sailing without you."
"If I'm not there with you, it'll be because I can't be," Jack said, "but you've got to keep them safe, even the kid that Faith wants gotten rid of. She's not going to find it so easy to get rid of him." He broke off talking as he heard Faith coming back.
As Jack had talked with Cole, Faith had returned to the sleeping quarters. She took the stairs two at a time, thinking that she was alone and that Dawson had moved off somewhere, until she reached the beginning of the cots. It was only then that her eyes adjusted enough that she was able to see that he was indeed still there, stretched out on a cot that he had placed next to hers. "Great," she muttered with a roll of her eyes. "Just what I would've needed to wake up to in the morning: a lovesick pup."
She moved to her cot and quickly washed her face with the pot of water and cloths he'd brought down from the galley. As she stood, she glanced back at him and was surprised to find that her breath stilled in her throat. He seemed so innocent, laying there, and she knew that, despite everything he'd been through that day, he still was. He needed to get out of there. She knew it was the best thing for both of them even if she would not allow herself to admit the tinglings of emotion that stirred within her at times like then when she looked at him.
Shaking off her thoughts, she headed quickly back up into the daylight. As she exited the sleeping quarters again, however, she found that no sunlight hit her. Looking up at the sky, she saw that the dark clouds and snow had completely blotted out the sun. She shrugged and, without another thought to the weather, headed back to where she had left Jack and Cole.
"Ready," she called to them the moment she could see them again. As she reached them, however, she looked up at Cole. "Take it you're shimmering us in, Demon boy?"
"Yes, ma'am, and right away," he said as he reached out and touched her and Jack simultaneously. Seconds later, he had them in the hallway outside the Governor's bedroom. He had been there before, but he wasn't sure which bedroom belonged to the Governor. "Be safe," he whispered to both of them as he shimmered away and back to the ship.
He was at a loss as to what to do with himself while he waited for their return to the ship. Only then did he remember that they had not completely taken on provisions and set about to do just that for both ships. Half of it would have to wait to be delivered until they had rejoined their sister ship. He shimmered from shop to shop, appearing only long enough to grab what was needed and disappearing before any one could even try to stop him. He continued the process, returning to the Witch after each shop and leaving what he had taken on her deck.
Xena and Gabrielle had been lost in each other for some time, their tears intermingling with the sweet tastes of their lips, when Xena finally ended their kiss. Her blue eyes continued gazing deeply into Gabrielle's green ones as she spoke, "We are long overdue for a talk, Gabby. I didn't mean for it to go on for as long as it did, but I was scared. I didn't want anything to happen to you, and I knew that if any one attacked the ship, they'd go for my second-in-command after me. Wolverine was a tough, old bird like I am and agreed to be my second-in-command. In fact, he welcomed the challenge."
"I am not ashamed to say that my love for you clouded my judgment, but I am ashamed to say that I didn't talk to you about it and kept it a secret for so long. You know me. I'm not good with words, but the chance of almost losing you scared me to death. I barely made it to you! Please promise me you won't try anything like that again! I don't want any more secrets between us."
"There never should have been any secrets between us, Xena. I still don't understand why you couldn't just tell me," Gabrielle answered, shaking her head. "You should be able to trust me, but you didn't. I can't promise you that I'll never try that again, because we don't know what lays ahead of us and if I were to lose you, I wouldn't want to live."
"As I would not want to live if I lost you. I swear to you that is the only thing I have ever kept from you. I wanted to protect you, and I never realized until today that you don't need protecting any longer. You're as strong as I am, and that scares the Hell out of me. I was proud of you in everything you've ever done, but I never accepted the fact that you had grown up to be such a strong woman."
"How could I not?" she asked her. "Xena, you taught me, and you're so much more to me than just the woman I love. You've always been my role model, but even that and being my soul mate doesn't even begin to cover it. You're everything to me, and I learned from the best."
Laying on her back and gazing up into her beloved's eyes, Xena said, "I promise I will never keep any more secrets from you and that I will never, ever try to keep you from reaching your full potential. You are my love, my life, my reason for being . . . and I will love you and be here for you forever."
"As long as we're together, Xena, I promise I'll never try that again, but you," she continued, lovingly stroking Xena's face and hair, "have got to stop being so afraid for me. I know it's hard. You're the strongest woman there is, but I still fear for you every time we're in battle. We always will be afraid for each other. We can't help it, because we love each other and it's only natural to be afraid for the one you love. But think about this: Even if I wasn't your second-in-command, we're still together. If any one attacked us, they'd see that if they stopped to watch for just a moment, and if they did, they'd go for me over Wolverine any way."
Xena shook her head. "Never thought about it that way, Gabby. Like I said, we need to talk more, but not now. Now I want to make love to you," she continued, caressing Gabrielle's cheek and her touch sending tingles shooting through her lover's body and soul. "I want to show you with my every action just how much I do love you and that you are everything to me." She reached up and pulled her down to her, and the breath of her last words brushed across Gabrielle's lips before she touched them with her own.
Their kiss began gently, but its passion quickly grew. Although Xena did want to show Gabrielle just how true the words she had sought so hard and long to find and tell her were, she also couldn't wait any longer. There was just something about fear that ignited her blood. When she slayed, she had to get laid, and when they fought like this, she could never wait to make up. She rolled Gabrielle over on her back and buried her tongue in her mouth.
They took turns opening the doors and peeking inside to see what was in each of the rooms that lined the hallway. At last, Jack opened a door to a room that looked masculine in its furnishings. He figured that it was the Governor's room, and motioning to Faith, he let her know he'd be waiting in there.
Faith nodded to Jack, and even as he went into the room and closed the door behind him, turned and began to walk in search of the Governor. The halls were long and suspiciously devoid of activity. She had no ideal that the Governor had given most of his men the afternoon off so that they might make sure that the auction was a success and kept her guard up at all times. As she walked, she made note of the portraits that hung on the walls and the suits of armor that lined the corridors, thus creating a mental map of her path so that she could find her way back when the time came.
Finally, after what seemed like forever to her, she heard voices. Turning another corner, she spotted two guards standing in front of a tall set of double doors. She did not try to hide but instead walked closer, swaying her hips seductively from side to side as she did so. The guard on the right noticed her first and called out sharply, "Halt!" She gasped, pressing a hand to her arched bosom and stopping still in her tracks.
The left guard had now turned his attention to her, and she could feel their eyes feasting on her figure. "I haven't seen you around the mansion before. Who are you?" the first guard asked.
"I'm just a present for the Governor," she told them innocently. Drawing her lips down into a pout, she added, "They told me that I was supposed to be a surprise for him. They so wanted to cheer him up," she breathed, still pouting seductively at the guards, "after what happened with his daughter's wedding this morning. That's why they wanted me to be a surprise, but they told me that the guards would be expecting me."
The guards glanced at each other suspiciously. They hadn't heard anything about a woman being sent to the Governor. Had the morning guards simply forgotten to tell them, or was she a trap of some kind? "I'm sorry, ma'am," the first guard spoke again, looking back at the raven-haired beauty, "but we can't let you in."
"Oh no!" Faith cried out in distraught, a hand flying to her mouth and her dark eyes shimmering as if she was about to cry. "And I so needed the money! I was even hoping to get in a little overtime with some of the guards like yourselves."
Again, the guards exchanged a glance, and again, it was the one on the right who spoke. "How much do you cost?" he asked her, eyeing her openly.
"I'm usually two hundred pounds, but I'll cut my rate in half and give you two boys my best at the same time for only fifty each if you'll just let me complete my job with the Governor first. I'd really hate to have to go back to Bob and tell him that I couldn't get in because somebody else didn't do their job." She shuddered and shivered, and fear clouded her eyes as she whispered, seemingly to herself but keeping her voice just loud enough that she knew they'd be able to hear her, "Why, there's no telling what he'd do!"
The two guards exchanged a final glance, and then, with a shared nod, they turned back to her. "All right," the leader of the two finally relented. "We'll let you pass."
"Really?" Faith asked hopefully, her eyes looking pleadingly up at them even as her breasts drew taut against the tight fabric of her black leather bodice.
He nodded again. "Long as you stay true to your offer."
"Oh, I will!" she exclaimed, sashaying up to them and quickly closing the distance between them. "Why, with two such handsome and strong," she purred the words as her hands reached out and stroked their armored chests in promise of things to come, "men like you, it'll be my pleasure!"
The first guard reached out his free hand and stroked the small of her back. "You know, we could leave our posts for a few minutes."
"Ooo," Faith moaned, wiggling under his touch and running her fingers up to stroke his lips, "that sure would be great! Buuut," she trailed out the word reluctantly, "I'd better do my job first."
He nodded in understanding, released her, and opened the door. Several voices had been talking at once, but all stopped the very second the door opened. "What is the meaning of this interruption!" the Governor bellowed. His thunder died in his throat, however, as he looked up to see the woman standing in the doorway.
She leaned in the doorway, one hand pressed to either side of the frame and her breasts arching so that they seemed to be aching to jump out of her bodice. Her lips curled up into a slow but wide smile as the other men's gazes followed the Governor's and each sat staring at her, seemingly transfixed. Men! she thought. They're all the same. It's all business until a hot woman shows up, and then every thought but their dicks goes jumping out of the window! Her face showed no sign of her thoughts as she moved into the room, walking with the same seductive sway that was so natural to her and made every head turn.
Their eyes followed her body as she strode slowly around the room before coming to a stop in front of the Governor. His eyes, huge with lust, looked up at her, and the way his lips moved told her that he was trying to talk but could not quite get the words to come out. "Governor," she purred to him, reaching out a hand to cup his face, "I know you're in a meeting, and I am so sorry to interrupt something as important as it must be to hold the attention of a man such as yourself." Her hand had trailed slowly down the side of his face and neck as she had been talking and continued running down his torso. "But I've been ordered to report here. You see, I'm here as a present," she concluded, feeling him twitching under her touch and then jerking straight up as her fingertips caressed the top of the bulge in his pants, "for you."
The Governor did not stop to wonder who had sent her. In fact, he did not stop to think about anything except for the fact that there was a gorgeous woman standing in front of him, willing and waiting to be taken by him alone. Even now, as her fingertips rubbed the tip of his sword through his pants for everybody in the room to see, his eyes were not settled upon her face but rather upon the two luscious breasts that hung down in front of him, just inches from his mouth, begging him to take a bite. His mouth watered at the sight, and his hands itched to grab her. He could feel the others' eyes upon him and, for just a moment, considered declining her offer. It was then that her fingers pressed down harder on his member.
Reaching up, the Governor started to pull Faith into his lap. She did not struggle against him and even let him press her body against his. In fact, she leaned into his embrace, pressing her breasts tightly against his chest and letting his mouth linger against her bare shoulder. "Not here," she whispered so close to his ear that her hot breath tickled his skin and her tongue licked his lobe. "I can't do half the things I can to you without a bed, and I don't work as good with an audience as I do one on one." She could feel the Governor shoot up at her whispered statement and was glad for the clothes that kept him from succeeding in embedding in her at that very moment.
"To my bedroom, then!" the Governor excitedly commanded. He slapped her on the rear, and she arched her breasts against him before sliding slowly off of his body.
He watched her rear twisting from side to side as she walked to the doorway. Standing there, she looked longingly over her shoulder at him. "Don't be long," she purred to him, her lips turning back to the same seductive pout she had used on the guards.
"I'm right behind you!" the Governor exclaimed, jumping from his chair and quickly running after her. He did not give a single second's worth of attention to the complaints that rose up in the room all around him but continued after his present. Faith stayed just ahead of him, luring him steadily closer to his room and disappearing around each corner just as he turned onto the hallway.
She was at the door to his room when the Governor finally turned onto the hallway where his bedroom was. She winked and blew a kiss at him before slipping into the room and quickly shutting the door behind her. Glancing to the bed, she saw the lump she expected and knew was Jack. Without hesitation, she ran silently across the room and climbed out of the window. Her hands had barely disappeared from the ledge when she heard the door open again. She grinned, knowing that the Governor was about to get exactly what he deserved. She would have liked to have hung around and watched it happen but had her own heartless bastard to take care of. Dropping to the ground, she hurried off in the direction she figured she would find Dawson's father's store.
Angel was watching over the new woman, but his mind was on Cordelia. He thought he had never seen a more beautiful woman and wondered just how to go about courting her. After all, she was a Princess and was used to all kinds of Knights in shining armor, but he was about the furthest thing one could get from a Knight. He knew that. He also knew that he was poor and had nothing to offer her except a heart that didn't beat but was full of love. He wondered how she'd take it when he told her that he was a Vampire. If she ran screaming into the night, he'd have to follow her and make sure she didn't hurt herself, but then he'd have to step back away from her and not make her feel that she was threatened.
The woman seemed to be quiet. She was pacing angrily up and down in the cell, but he knew the cell would hold her. After all, it had held him, Brendan, Wolf, and even the cats during some of their worst moments, and although they had all tried desperately to get out, it had always been in vain. Doctor Doom had made the cell. Angel figured it would probably last until the end of the world and whoever's unworthy hide was inside of it would not be able to get out even then.
"Crys, are you hungry?" Angel asked.
She turned at the sound of his voice and raised her head to look up at him. The dark look that shot from her ice blue eyes was so fierce that it could have killed a lesser man. "Why should you be concerned over that?" she questioned him. "You have me locked in this cell, and for what! Healing your Captain's friend!"
"No, ma'am, you're locked in there for your own protection. I've been locked in there before, and it was for my own protection."
"I do not need to be protected!" she snapped, her tone even making Elvira cringe. "What I need is to get away from this ship full of ungrateful wretches!"
"Ma'am, we are extremely grateful for what you did for Will, but we just can't let you go running back in to that town. It's not going to be here in a little while."
"I am fully aware of that," she returned. "What you and the others do not know, however, is that my healing that man may well have been for naught! You think you are protecting me, but what you are doing, in truth, is endangering everybody aboard this vessel!"
"Ma'am, we're always in danger. It's just a fact of life we live with. We're Pirates, and every one wants us."
"You may think that to be so and it may even be to a certain level," she replied, trying to force calmness into her voice, "but you have never drawn the wrath of what will come after you if you do not release me!"
He looked at her eyes. "What makes you think that you have the power to destroy us? We're not some helpless old people, and we're not what we seem to be."
"I know," she cut him off, looking him dead in the eyes. "You're a Vampire."
That surprised him. How could she know he was a Vampire as he had not made that common knowledge? "Well, since you seem to know that," he said, "you should also be aware that there are Werewolves and Witches aboard. We're all good at protecting ourselves."
"But not against a force of this magnitude."
"We've been against evil beings many times. The Pearl even had ghosts with living skeletons aboard it. They almost did us in, but we fought and finally defeated them. What is this force you keep talking about, and why do you think it's coming after you?"
"I do not think," she answered him. "I know, but I can not tell you why nor what he," she did not realize her slip until the word was already out of her mouth, "is. However, you must release me! You may have gone against the Devil himself, but you've never fought anything anywhere near this magnitude. He can kill you and all those you hold dear with a single thought!"
"But he hasn't managed to kill you yet. How is that?" Angel asked.
"Because I've been lucky," she spoke the word with great disgust on her tongue, nearly spitting it. "He has killed others before, though, to get to me, and he will not hesitate to do so again!"
"Ma'am, you're in a good place. He will have a hard time finding you. We have already left the port and are anchored now, waiting for the Captain to return. We are far enough out that the town cannons can not hit us. It will not be long, and we will be even further out. Anything trying to get to you will have a Hell of a time locating you. You will be safe, but I can't let you out of there until the Captain returns. He has given us an order to keep you safe in there, and only he can countermand his own order."
She glared at him, and her voice came out almost in a hiss. "You are not listening to me!" she cried. "The ship is not safe! I am not safe! You are not safe! Nobody here is nor will they be as long as you have me aboard!" She paused, looking at him thoughtfully and then asked in a quieter, calmer voice, "Isn't there any one here you care about? Any one you love who you do not wish to be hurt, not to mention killed!"
"There are many here I care about, ma'am, but I can't let you go. I happen to agree with the Captain. I think you're safe in there."
She folded her arms before her chest even as she announced, "Then you are a fool and condemn all those you claim to care about to death!"
"Ma'am, you're giving me a headache, and your arguing's not going to get you anything. I'm going up. I will send another guard down. I have to make sure everything's okay on the ship." Without another word, he headed upstairs. The minute he reached the doorway, he looked out to see if he could see either Joxer or Carl. Surely they could handle this one job without screwing up?
He spied both of them at the same time. "Joxer! Carl!" he called. "I need you for guard duty. Go down in there," he said when they came up to him, "watch her, and don't let her out. Be careful. She's smarter than both of you together. Watch each other and make sure the other one doesn't make a mistake and let her out."
"Yes, sir," they replied in unison. Then Joxer added, "I'll make sure she doesn't get out of there, Angel."
"Joxer, don't pull your sword out," Angel told him exasperatedly. "You could fall down and hurt yourself on it." He did not approve of Jack letting Joxer even carry a sword, let alone actually pull it out and try to fight with it. Joxer would be more apt to hurt himself than anybody else.
"Okay, but if she tries to come out of there, I'll have to get my sword."
"You're really going to hit a woman with a sword?" Carl asked. "Tell another one, Joxer!" He walked ahead of Joxer, hating the fact that he had been assigned to duty with him.
"Lead on, shortie!"
"I might be short," Carl said, "but I'm not an idiot and I don't bumble every job they give me! They just pick on me 'cause I'm little."
"Maybe," Joxer agreed, "but I don't know who the idiot you're talking about is. It can't be me. They want me to work for them, because they all hope that some of Joxer the Mighty might rub off on them!"
"Dream on," Carl said just as they came to the place where the cell was and saw the beautiful woman within.
Then they saw the animals. "What the Hell is that!" Joxer demanded, his eyes bulging out at the sight of the one who was perched atop his mistress' shoulder.
"A dragon," Carl said, his own face showing his disbelief.
"You mean those things really exist?" Joxer asked.
"Guess so," Carl replied. "I believe I'm looking at one. And I've heard they love to eat Gnomes," he glanced at Joxer, "and bumbling idiots."
Joxer started to answer him, but Crys, having listened to their conversation, smiled at her opportunity. "That's right," she told them, "and he is hungry. We haven't had any real food in Gods know when." She stretched a hand out toward them even as Blue, already having realized how deeply upset he had made Crys and having been the first of the trio to realize his mistake in trusting the wolfman, shifted his wings. "Wouldn't you boys please come closer?"
"No, thank you, ma'am. We're close enough," Carl said. "Angel said to watch and not to let you out."
Her smile grew as she continued to play her role. "What a smart man he is." She frowned at them as she added, "There's only one problem."
"And what's that, ma'am?" Joxer asked.
"He doesn't know what he's dealing with when it comes to us." Her eyes had already been narrowed as she had began to concentrate. She watched as the men before her shivered. The taller one wrapped his arms around himself. The Gnome's mouth opened to speak, but no sound other than chattering teeth came out. "Sorry, guys," Crys told them truthfully, "but I'm afraid your friend hasn't left me with much choice." It was then that they hit the floor.
Her smile vanished, her mask dropping completely as she was left alone with her animal friends. She glanced at the wolf and lioness as she spoke to them, "I'll deal with you two later. Right now we're getting out of here." She gripped two of the bars, and ice spread swiftly from her fingertips. As soon as the metal had turned completely to ice, she stepped back. A single flex of her fingers sent the ice shattering, and she stepped calmly through the hole that was left in its wake.
When Jack had first entered the Governor's room, he had walked around searching for hidden weapons or anything that the Governor might be able to use as one. He had found several swords and a couple of dueling pistols with white pearl handles. He thought they might be worth a pretty doubloon or two, so he wrapped them up in a blanket that he found in one of the closets and laid them to the side. Any one not expecting them would not see them.
He opened an armoire and rifled through its contents. Hidden under the underwear, which he flicked away with his sword, he found two leather bags filled with gold coins. He added them to his treasure. They would be a nice surprise for Elizabeth. He feared she did not have any money at all and, being alone, would be grateful for anything. He did not want her to be beholding to any one.
His mind kept flashing back on their brief conversation. What man aboard the Pearl could Will be interested in? He shook his head. It couldn't be a man, but perhaps the ship herself had intrigued his friend? After all, was he not hooked on her, as well? Was she not his mistress, his home, his freedom? He would check it out when he returned, and he knew just the Gnome to look into it. If he found such a man, he would certainly walk the plank, because no man who could entice Will would remain aboard the Pearl as long as he was the Captain! If Elizabeth didn't want him any more, perhaps Will would join his crew and he would be close so that he could watch him even if he couldn't touch him.
He heard noises in the hall and made a mad dash for the bed. Sliding under the cover, he lay perfectly still. He heard the door open and peeked out just enough to see Faith hauling it for the window. Then he heard the Governor enter. He glanced at him and saw that he was looking around the room.
Spying the lump in his bed, the Governor rushed over to it. "There you are, my little chickadee!" he said as he pounced upon the lump. As quick as a flash, Jack rolled out from under the covers.
Standing and facing the Governor, Jack raised his sword to the Governor's throat. "What in the Hell is going on!" the Governor demanded furiously, his bloodshot eyes staring at Jack in disbelief. Jack allowed him to get to his feet, and as soon as the Governor was on his feet, he ran for one of the swords that he thought was hanging on the wall. "What do you think you're doing in here," he demanded, "and where is that whore who led me here!"
"Long gone," Jack said. "She did what I paid her to do: lure you in here."
The Governor had gone quite ashen in the face. "If you're here to rob me, best be done with it and get out of here!" His mouth opened to yell for the guards.
"I wouldn't do that, Governor, if I was you." He was hoping Faith had taken care of the guards, but if she had not, he still did not want the Governor's mouth yelling. "I am here for payment of a different kind," Jack stated. "You have tortured and enslaved many and got away with it, but when you dared to lay your filthy paws upon Will Turner, that's when I come in!"
"Oh, that's rich!" the Governor said. "You're protecting the little blacksmithy? Why? You couldn't stand that he was going to marry my daughter? That makes two of us, because I just couldn't stand him," the Governor said through gritted teeth. "That filthy no-good son-of-a-pirate thought to lay his unworthy hands upon my Elizabeth! I have better plans for her! Therefore he had to be gotten out of the picture.
"Now come, Captain Sparrow, I know you're a reasonable man. I will offer you the contents of a certain chest I have full of gold and rubies to keep this matter quiet. Will Turner is long gone and will not be returning. Besides, you're a Pirate. I know you care for no one save yourself."
"You know very little, Governor. I am not interested in Elizabeth. I could care less about Elizabeth, but Will is a different matter. You had no right to do what you did, and I'm here to make you pay for it. Gold and rubies do not interest me."
He watched the Governor with a slightly amused look as the Governor's wild eyes roamed to the hidden places that Jack had already gotten the weapons from. "You won't find any of them, Governor. You don't deserve any of them. I will give you a minute to prepare yourself, and then I will execute you. I will do to you what you had done to Will: I will show no mercy." He stood at the ready, wondering just how to begin to slice this huge turkey.
"But -- But I have no weapon!" the Governor stuttered out.
"Neither did Will, and what you did to him should not have been done to even a traitor."
The Governor fell on his knees and began to beg for mercy, but he could tell from the look on Jack's face that there would be none.
To Be Continued . . .
