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Jack awoke the next morning to see Costantina kneeling in front of the door to the cell. She was fumbling with something, her arms stuck through the open sections in the iron. He quietly got up and walked over until he was standing behind her, crouched down to whisper into her ear.
"Morning love." Costantina jumped and fell back onto Jack from the rock of the ship and the shock of his voice. He steadied them both and turned her around, to find lock picks in her hand.
"Aren't you the crafty one?" He plucked the picks from her hands, not bothering to question where she got them and turned his attention to the door.
"You are not allowed to speak to me you rat." Costantina turned her eyes and body away from Jack, but he purposely stepped on the bottom of her dress, not allowing her to go anyway,
"I'll do what I wish darling, no one can stop that." He threw her a smile over his shoulder and went back to work while she tried to remove her dress from under his foot.
"And who gives you such authority." She gave up trying to move her dress and pushed him, although he did not budge. He turned and grabbed both of her wrists and pulled her in closely.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." He leaned down again to kiss her but she turned her head to the side, having his kiss fall upon her cheek.
"Pirate." She spat and he smiled, releasing her again.
"Principessa." He turned back to the door and within moments, the lock clicked and the gate swung open. Jack peered outside before stepping out and holding the door for Costantina who eyed him wearily.
"We haven't got all day dear." He took her hand and pulled her from the brig, shutting the door behind him. Walking up the first set of stairs he pulled her into the storage room and looked at her clothing.
"Your dress will do us no good, here change into this." He threw a pile of clothing at her and she stared at him in disgust.
"This is my wedding dress." Her eyes angry at the thought of removing it.
"Well, look at it this way, your not married, your not getting married to anyone present, why bother wearing it?" Jack shrugged and walked behind her, removing his dagger and cutting the strings to the back. The dress fell from her body instantly and she stood there in front of him in her undergarments.
"How dare-!" Jack smirked at her and shook his head.
"Shush love, don't want the boys to hear you and wake up. I suggest you get dressed." Costantina's bangs fell into her face again as she grew red from embarrassment but did what Jack said. Soon she was dressed in a pair of men's brown paints, a red shirt and a brown vest over it.
"You look spiffy." His eyes raked over the clothes on her fitted body which he was finally noticing. She was a petite girl, not large on top but quite voluptuous on bottom as most Italian women were. She eyed him guardedly and looked at the clothes with disgust.
"What?" She asked still noticing his gaze lingering on her.
"They suit you." Costan was about to protest when they heard men's grunts outside the door. Jack pressed himself close to her and held his hand over her mouth as her eyes widened. He placed a finger to his lips, indicting her need to stay silent and she nodded, knowing the trouble that awaited them outside.
"Dock for the night! Gather the supplies." Barbossa's commands could be heard as his men started to dock the ship and gather money.
"Enjoy the night men, it may be ye last." Jack heard him exiting the ship and pulled his body away from Costantina's.
"Can you run a ship?" He whispered quietly knowing sailing was a trait Sicilians prided themselves on. When she nodded her head Jack smiled and pulled away from her body.
"Do as I say and we'll be gone in no time. Savvy?" The two exited the store room, both grabbing swords on the way that some pirates had left next to their beds. The last few of the men slept and all others had exited the boat. They came to the upper deck and Jack began whispering orders to Costantina, who effortlessly fulfilled them.
Pull the plank up and we'll be gone." Jack glanced over the ships edge and saw Barbossa exiting a tavern with two women under his arm. His eyes darkened when he saw Jack at the wheel and saw Costan pull the board up. Jack smiled and waved as steered the ship from the docks. Some of the men awoke, but had no care to whether it was Jack or Barbossa who claimed Captainship as both were one of the nine pirate lords. Costantina came up behind Jack and pressed her dagger into his neck, just enough to scare him and not cut him.
"We sail for home." She said, and Jack raised his hands in defeat. She began to lower the dagger and Jack took the moment to seize her and press her hard against the wheel.
"Now love, this can be a peaceful trip or a stormy one, you either do as I say." He leaned forward again like the first day in the alley. "Or I can throw you back in the brig. We all have things to gain here. You get your sister, I get my immortality." Costantina looked thoughtful a moment and stared back at Jack.
"With conditions I'll help you." She said with arrogance that Jack found appealing.
"What makes you think I need your help? I just don't want you bothering me." Costantina smirked at that and Jack realized he had underestimated her.
"I have information my sister doesn't, what do you think opens the second door to where it lays?" Jack thought for a moment and released her and walked backwards a few paces.
"Your terms then Principessa?" He asked, calling her by her title.
"Captain Jack, you are to guarantee my sisters and my own safe return to Sicily." She said her first proposition which Jack carelessly agreed to.
"Done. Now-"But he was interrupted by her.
"You are to return said item to my family, where it belongs." Jack smiled at the loophole she left open and nodded again.
"And you are to never again set forth on the island of Sicily." He again nodded his head at her final term and when she spoke no more again he lifted a hand.
"Now that we're settled on that, what is it you know?" Jacks eyes were alight with curiosity and Costantina watched him carefully.
"When we reach Scylla you'll know, until then I say nothing. Good night Captain." Costantina walked down the stairs and entered the captain's quarters, occupying it for the night. Jack smiled at the girls wits, and returned to the wheel, humming a tune to himself.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me." Jack continued to hum the tune while the other men awoke and went to their duties to help man the ship.
Illyria watched the young girl as she finally ate since she refused the previous days meals.
"Where are we going?" Her innocent brown eyes looked up while her curly black hair was pulled back with a beautiful clip Illyria had lent to her.
"You should know that answer, don't play childish, your appearance may be so but your beyond your years." Illyria cut into the slab of pork she had on her plate and placed the piece into her mouth, analyzing the girl as she ate. Margaret smiled and her fingers clasped around her necklace.
"Your adventure is dangerous." She commented, taking a long sip of her drink.
"I know." The captain simply answered but she stood and walked over to Margaret who turned and looked at her.
"My sister will find me." Illyria laughed and pat the girl upon the head.
"The whore you call a sister is still back on your precious land." Margaret laughed at the comment towards her sister and Illyria looked on in confusion.
"Then you will not move forward." Illyria took the girls face in her hand, a storm brewing in her eyes.
"Watch your tongue child, what do you speak of?" Margaret placed her hand over Illyria and she lowered it.
"There are two dangers you must brave, as there are two keys, and there are two sisters." Illyria's eyes widened and she pulled Margaret to her feet.
"Are you trying to convey to me, your sister has a key herself?" Margaret smiled a mysterious smile and shook her head.
"I said nothing of the sort, simply that there are two, everything must come in a pair. Sun and moon, love and hate, life or death." Illyria walked away from the girl and exited her quarters allowing the shining moon to calm her.
"Lo' captain, an eagle delivered ye' letter." Her first mate, Salvotory, handed to her a letter with familiar script with her name. She took the letter to the wheel and opened it, discarding the envelope into the ocean and opening the seal.
Dearest Sister,
As you know, my wedding has been interrupted and my future wife was taken. Word has it, you were there that day and took her younger sister Margaret. Keep her safe, I know you'll do her no harm.
Father still wishes the family to be joined, and is now looking to our brother to marry Margaret, as I have been promised to a fine lady of Spain, our family doubting Costantina will be returned to us. Marcus and I miss you dreadfully, your smile was always our sunrise.
Do not bear ill thoughts towards Costantina or her family after all that has happened, I will miss her dearly.
With love,
Alexandros.
Illyria grew angry at the love she detected in the letter. Costantina might have been kidnapped but those of Sicilian blood were cunning, and the wrench was surely cunning enough to escape Sparrow and Barbossa. Hatred filled Illyria's heart as she thought of her brother's despair over losing a woman he loved. She would never forgive the whore, nor her family.
Illyria tore the letter to shreds, as usual, knowing an answer was not needed from her. The eagle flew into the night's sky and she watched it go until she could see it no more. Sighing, she walked to the boats rail and rested her elbows upon it. Her first mate Salvotory approached her and touched her hand.
"What troubles ye captain?" His bright blue eyes shined with amusement and concern, a trait that always had made him appealing and dangerous. Illyria evaluated his rugged looks again, wavy black hair pulled back at the nap of his neck and a few days worth of stubble growing on his tan face. She turned away and glanced into the oceans depths, watching the wave's splash against the Tigers Eye.
"The sea and her treasures." Salvotory smiled and walked behind Illyria, placing a kiss upon her neck.
"I see only one treasure she could offer." Illyria blushed, a reaction only Salvotory and one other could make her do. Thinking this, her mood began to darken. Though she felt strongly for Salvotory, even he had trouble filing the blank space that had been left where her heart once existed. He turned her around and went to kiss her lips but she moved her head to the side.
"Salv." She whispered but he cut her off, understanding and patient with her feelings.
"The sea shall never be tamed." The question was in his eyes but Illyria knew what he truly asked, she respond and he pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes.
"Then that's how it shall be, only the King can tame her." Salvotory placed a kiss upon her forehead and walked downstairs to the crews quarters. Illyria looked up into the sky and then back into the water, seeing her reflection. All she saw was nothingness.
Barbossa and his men had detained another ship and sailed to the one person whom could help them. Speaking with this person had helped to open their eyes to what was going on in the pirate world. Inevitably they agreed to help and amassed a small fleet of ships to meet Jack and the crew of the Pearl when they would escape from the strait that held the sea monsters. All they had to do was wait.
Barbossa starred out from his ship and watched the other ships sail around him as they headed toward their destination. Barbossa smiled to himself because he knew, he knew that they had all the time in the world to wait and Jack, Jack would be sorry for what he had done. Barbossa would throw him back down into Davy Jones's locker, or Will Turners, whomever it belonged to now and he would spend eternity beached upon land with no ship, and no person, and most importantly no rum.