Short chapter today. Perhaps…maybe…possibly…probably…definitely if I get some reviews I may consider posting a longer one. If that isn't blackmail, I don't know what is. Seriously, just write a few words. It doesn't have to even be about the story. Just send me something; anything. Jibberish, Klingon (or whatever it's called); I'm really not fussed. That being said, where were we… ah yes… escaping…
At the exact moment footsteps echoed down from the top of the stone steps leading into the gaol. "Stop that blasted noise!" Came the shout.
Finally, Jack thought, some peace. That however, was not the case.
"Come down here and make me!" The lass cried back challengingly. Jack decided the girl had a death wish, and retracted his previous decision that she was not raving mad. It had most indubitably been proven that she was; very much so.
Deathly silence was the only reply, followed by quickened footfalls descending down the stairs. The owner of the voice revealed itself to be a squat, ugly man who stunk badly of rancid rum. Jack surreptitiously smelt himself to check he didn't emit such an offensive odour. Nay, he still smelt of the same Jack; the salt of the sea coupled with the faint trace of gunpowder. The smell of adventure, Jack thought.
"Ah, it's you." The prison guard stated, addressing the girl. He obviously was aware of the circumstances around her arrest. "Took five of us to hold the hellcat down." The man revealed to Jack, as if he were a companion. "She doesn't look like much, but blimey, three of 'em are still out cold and the other's nursing a broken jaw. Still, it was worth it for me troubles." He said, his eyes gleaming as he gazed over at the lass. Here's trouble, thought Jack.
The girl, for her part, looked unconcerned. She leaned nonchalantly against the wall, still throwing the ball against the wall.
"Oi, stop that!" cried the guard. "Or I'll have to use force." He leered suggestively.
The lass just shrugged. "Make me." She replied indifferently.
"I think I will – oi, lookit what you've done to the wall! Blimey are you going to get it now girl!" He threatened, drawing his baton and unlocking the cell. Jack visibly winced. This was possibly his least favourite part about being a pirate. To her credit, or to her downfall, the girl still bounced her ball, but Jack saw the tensing of her muscles and the slight shift of her weight. As soon as the guard stepped into her cell, she threw her ball with all her might at the wall.
"Like that'll save y-" the guard's sentence was abruptly finished as he crashed to the ground. It took Jack a second to work out what had happened. She'd thrown the hardened leather at the wall at an angle, so it rebounded straight into the man's skull.
"Ouch." Said Jack sympathetically.
"He had it coming." Stated the lass simply, bending down and giving the warden a quick punch to the temple to ensure his compliance as she retrieved the keys at the man's belt. She walked over to Jack's cell, taking careful care to tread none-to-lightly on the fallen man's groin. Jack winced in empathetical pain. "I thought he'd never stick his head in. Still, that's the reason I prefer to be seen as a lad. Much less trouble." She explained simply, ignoring Jack's reaction. "I s'pose I'll be letting you out of your pleasure chamber then?" She finished, spinning the iron keys around her finger.
So tune in next time (provided you've reviewed) to find out what Jack's answer is (I mean; he might say 'no'. He might want to stay in that comfy gaol cell for ever. It's possible; anything's possible, though highly unlikely). W