Thieves of a feather: chapter 4
"I don't believe that you two screwed up THIS bad!" yelled Barbossa at Pintel and Ragetti. Both men cringed in their chairs, silently looking at the monitor as Barbossa used the remote to rewind to when things had gone all wrong. The point where Pintel was shot and the point where Ragetti was hit in the head with a priceless Greek vase were playing over and over again. In all honesty the two were amazed they were still alive, but the way Barbossa was looking at the monitor, they did not know how much longer they would be.
"You two," Barbossa was so mad that he could not even finish his sentence. Pintel was holding his wounded arm. According to the on-call doctor it was a flesh wound which only needed a few stitches. But still it hurt.
At this point Bo 'sun came in caring a red file folder under his arm. "Sir, I have the information on the thief." He handed Barbossa the file. In it were stills from the security camera in the art room, ones that looked to be from prison and one in civilian clothes. One in particular was a mug shot in San Francisco.
"Jack Sparrow, former Captain." Read Barbossa. "Dishonorably discharge from the Navy for pirating, selling goods on the black market, impersonating a general, and misconduct. The man spent a year in San Quentin for assault and robbery." Barbossa said. He pulled out an eight-by-ten picture of Sparrow and handed it to Bo 'sun and then gave duplicates Pentel and Ragetti..
"Okay gents this is what is going to happen. We are going to find this man, get back the girl, and then kill him. Bo' Sun!" Babossa turned to face him. "Find out what this man does and where does he does it. I want such through knowledge he'll think I was his father." Barbossa ordered, Bo' sun nodded stiffly and left the office.
He turned to Pintel and Ragetti. "You two are going get to work getting everything ready, the jets and the guns. NOW!" The two jumped up and ran for the door, thankful to have another chance at life.
Barbossa sat in his gray Italian leather chair
wanting for Demitri's call
about him and his crew screwing up.
Yes, life was very hard and unfair at the
moment.
Will Turner sat in his new office (which really was Norrington's old one) contemplating how could they lose the lovely Miss Swann when they were in the same lobby with her. So far none of the security cameras had caught anything and they were left stumped. Norrington was out shouting orders at anyone who passed him and making everyone in the immediate vicinity irritable.
Will made sure no was near his office door before he took out from his desk drawer an old news clipping with a picture of Miss Swann. It was taken when she turned 18 and her father had just been elected Prime minister of England.
Although he had never seen her up close until that night he knew he was in love. Will was really a hopeless romantic. Looking at the faded black and white picture, he vowed that he would get her back no matter what. After all, Will knew in his heart he would die for her. Placing the news clipping back in it's safe hiding place in the desk drawer, he stood up rubbed the back of his neck to relieve the stress that was building and went to find Norrington.
Boris Demitri was furious as he watched from his personal computer the security disk where his priceless vases were destroyed, his package stolen, and his one of a kind doubloon taken. And worst of all he could no go to the police an tell them of his missing valuables because that would lead to questions such as what was the Prime minister's daughter doing on his bed unconscious when she should have been at the party. That was something that Demitri could not afford to answer. Nor would he complain to Barbossa about his problems but he would call later to find out what was being done about
the current situation.
His private phone line rang loudly, jarring him out of his thoughts of what to do. He hesitated to pick the phone up, but by the tenth ring he could no longer stand the annoying sound, so he reached for the hands-free button.
"Yez." Boris spoke his voice very small and light as if he might trick the person on the other line no one was there.
"Boris, how are operations going?" the voice on the other line was hard and rough just from the sound you knew you did not want to mess with this person. "We are expecting an on-time delivery."
Boris shook with slightly with fear a cold sweat had broken out on his broad forehead. He wiped the drops away with the back of his hand.
"We have Zlight problem but it zhould not effect za delivery date." Boris lied through his teeth, he gulped down his fear. The voice on the other line laughed.
"Boris why lie we know how you made a mockery of this whole affair. I have half a mind to come over and kill you right now." The voice chuckled coldly.
"Your in luck though, my clients are having some international trouble," the voice's tone quirked, "and well, will be delayed a month or so. I think that gives you more then enough time to solve the problem and make delivery." The voice finished lazily as if board with the whole affair.
Boris did not speak but let out a big breath that he did not even realized that he held.
"At times like these you should thank the fates- and one more thing. You fail to deliver and I'll kill you." there was a click on the line and then silence.
Demitri sat back in his chair and stared at the phone in mixed relief and fear. He had time and that was a good thing. Now, how to fix the problem at hand? Boris looked back at his computer screen, still wiping the sweat from his forehead.
While he was watching this thief make off with his paintings coin and kidnapped girl the proverbial light bulb turned on in his head, he knew what he had to do and picked up the phone.
"JACK YOU SON OF A-"Ana-Maria threw a shot glass at Jack's head. It missed and the glass smacked against the leather chair dropping into cushioned safety. Jack hid behind the bar while Ana-Maria grabbed up a mini bottle of J&B whiskey.
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!" she screamed and Gibbs seeing that this might take a while, invited Cotton and his parrot inside the cockpit and shut the door.
Jack made a begging motion with his hands and emerged slowly from behind the bar.
"Ana they would have done horrible things to her had I left her behind." Jack explained while pointing to the subject who was the topic of the argument.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO THE HELL SHE IS!" Yelled Ana as she pointed at the young unconscious girl lying on the sofa.
Jack looked to the girl for a moment then back to Ana- then to the girl again. "No," he said with a shrug.
Ana let out a sigh of frustration before getting up and hitting Jack on the back of his head. "Moron!" she hissed and went to the bar.
"Ouch! I don't think I deserve that!" Jack pouted indigently and sat down. He was just itching to have a smoke. "I don't see what the problem is." Jack said, Ana glared and he promptly shut up.
"That girl you have now is the Prime Minister of England's daughter. Once she wakes up, she'll be wanting to go back home, then she call the cops, and then we go to prison for having her AND for the art we just happened to steal." Ana explained to him, talking as she would to a small child.
"Well we can't just drop her off at home because that would cause trouble, too. Not to mention put us behind our deadlines." Ana went on explaining.
Jack sat back and scratched his goatee in thought of the problem at hand. He had no intention of hurting the girl- but then said girl did not know that. Captain Jack Sparrow smiled. Ana- Maria, having seen that smile before, commented on it.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Don't worry about a thing, Ana, I have a plan. Alert Gibbs and Cotton that we are to have a few changes made with our dealings." He stated, then got up and proceeded to pour himself some Caribbean Rum with an easy air about him. Ana merely sighed and went to see how much longer they had before their first stop.
AN: I notice people look at the story yet hardly ever review and it makes me wonder does the story suck or people just don't like it? In any case I hope you enjoyed.
Thank you to my good pal GADAGO for beta reading could not have done it with out you…and thank you to all those that review you make this worth writing.