Chapter Five: Humble? What an understatement!
I saw two mean looking men walk in. One black the other white.
"This ain't the armory." the white one said.
"Well, well, well. Look what we 'ave here, Twigg. Captain Jack Sparrow." the black one said.
"Last time I saw you, you were all alone on that godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much." Twigg said.
"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and…mutineers." Jack said with an icy tone that shook me to the bones.
The look in his eyes it self could scare anyone or kill only if looks could. The black man got very angry at this and grabbed Jack by the neck.
"So there is a curse. That's interesting." Jack said. I wondered and looked, not seeing what he was talking about.
"You know nothing of hell." the black man said and pushed Jack back, then I seen it. I gasped a little to loudly. Twigg came my way.
"Don't you touch her, she's mine." Jack said to the men. I just started backwards and soon my back met the wall.
"Get her, maybe Barbossa will let us keep the girl." The black man said. I gasped and shook my head…saying the only word that came to mind.
"Parley." I said. Twigg laughed.
"You'll get Parley alright." he said and grabbed me by the arm.
"Jack, help me." I yelled back. He sighed and slumped closer to the cell door.
"How can I when I'm in this blasted cage?" he asked. I just walked with the men, and then headed to their ship, but I heard Jack yell.
"Harm one hair on her, and I'll kill ye scallywags." he yelled. I smirked maybe I didn't have to hate him after all.
I saw my sister on the ship and she gasped when she saw me.
"Elizabeth, what are you doing on the ship?" I asked. She looked at me.
"Me! What are you doing here?" she asked full of worry. I sighed.
"I was talking to Sparrow, tellin him my mind, and then these things started to happen"
"I didn't know we was takin on captives." a large giant black man said with scars all over his body. I just stood there and looked at him.
I really didn't want to be on the ship…he was really, really scary looking. I started to bit the bottom of my lip, but stopped.
"They've invoked the right of Parley with Cap Barbossa." a short fat man said.
"I'm here to talk wi--" I started to say, but the black man slapped me across the face. I held my hand there, and Elizabeth looked at me.
"Are you alright?" she asked. I for once had tears in my eyes.
"I'm fine." I said fighting the tears back. I wouldn't cry in front of them.
"You'll speak when spoken to." he said. A man grabbed him by the wrist.
"And ye will not lay a hand on those under the protection of parley." a man said.
"Aye, sir." the man said and took back his hand from the older man.
I'm guessing he was who they called Barbossa. Old, somewhat taller then Jack and myself, sorta fat and skinny, had little scars on his face, ugly teeth…and a big nose. He had on a purple hat with a large black feather. He also had a monkey on his right shoulder.
I looked at him, and around me. There were a lot of dirty old men, looking at me and Elizabeth with an interest. I held my tongue for this was a thought, they were degusting looking men. They in my mind, needed to take a lot of baths to get clean.
"My apologies, Miss." he told me. I nodded and gave a small, small smile "Captain Barbossa, I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal." Elizabeth said. I looked at her, she had something planned.
"There were a lot of long words in there Miss. We're not but humble pirates. What is it that you want?" Barbossa asked her. I looked at him.
'Humble?' I asked myself…that was the understatement of the year.
"I want you to leave and never come back." she said. I raised my eyebrows, she did have something planned. The whole crew gave a small laugh, and then everyone stopped and looked at Barbossa. I bit my lip and waited.
"I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means, no." he said like we were stupid. I blinked, I wasn't that stupid…but he wasn't talking to me.
"Very well." she said taking the necklace off of her neck and walking to the railing holding it so that she could drop it at any given moment.
I smirked; we were so much like mother, but at our own ways.