Yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirate's life for me...
"So, Miss. Smith, care to tell us anything worth knowing?" Lauren could feel his hot, fishy, breath in her face.
"No. I have nothing to share with you, Davy Jones!" she spat.
"Very, well, Smith. To the bottom of the ship!" he ordered the crew. The mutated dead tightened their grip on her chains. She blew a peice of red hair off her lips and walked on. They shoved her in bars and locked the door.
"Get outta that one, Smith." the man with the shark head mocked.
"You know I will, Flipper." she mocked him back. He spat on her.
"Bad luck to have a girl on the ship." he said.
"I aint no ordinary girl. You know that. I'm a pirate. Just like you." she said. He took another look of disgust and left. She chuckled.
Two hours later a live man came down. "Captain wants to see you." he said. SHe stood there looking at him. He did nothing.
"What, you going to unlock this or do you expect me to blow them off?" she asked expactantly. He got a dumb look on his face and fiddled with the keys.
"How old are you?" she asked him.
"F-fourteen." he said.
"Right, and what did you do to earn yourself a lovely ride on this lovely ship?" she asked him.
"Used to be in the army. Followed them, they lemme live, I have eternal service though." he said.
"Right, so you wouldn't mind if I did this?" and she put her chained hands over his head and hit theirs together. He dropped to the ground.
"You talk too much." she said, and she walked up to the deck.
"Oi! You wanted to talk to me?" she asked Davy Jones. He nodded. "Wha' for?" she asked.
"A bargain." he said.
"I'm listening." she said.
"I will let you go, if you promise to find one thing for me.." he said.
"What would that be?" she asked.
"The Black Pearl." he said.
