Thieves of a feather: Chapter 6
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It was two in the morning when Bo' sun drove up to Barbossa's home. He lived in the hills, thirty miles from the nearest town and twenty-five from the nearest neighbors. Bo' sun hated going there. Normally there was only one reason Barbossa ever told members of his crew to come to the house, and that was to kill them. But tonight Bo' sun was in luck, because he had revealed two locations in which Jack was to appear, and managed to only ruin one Armani suit in the process. Putting his Jaguar in park, he got out of the car and made his way to the front door.
Bo' sun rang the bell, and not five seconds later the door opened to reveal a gun pointing right at his forehead. "Sir, I have news." Bo' sun said quickly and Barbossa lowered his gun.
"It had better be good." Barbossa said and let Bo' sun follow him to the dining room, where he poured himself some whisky and ignored Bo' sun's unasked plea for some of the alcohol.
"It is adequate sir, one location is New Orleans, in the United States, and another is in Spain. I have found that one of the two will be his last drop off point. But to whom he is delivering is still not known. He is a very crafty man, sir." Bo' sun said, his voice monotone and his movements the same. He put his hand discreetly on his pistol, in case Barbossa was unpleased with the news he brought.
Barbossa swallowed the rest of his drink and refilled his glass only to drink it down twice as fast.
"Get men in both locations and look around for any dealers who are expecting shipments of rare art." Barbossa finished his third drink. Bo'sun got up from his seat and turned to leave. Barbossa called to him.
"The next time you come armed to my home will be your last, understood?" the tone Barbossa used was quite clear in his meaning. Bo 'sun just left the house, his steps more hurried then before.
Barbossa went to his room after locking up his house and changed for bed, the problem he was facing still turning in his mind. The problem he had was that he had no idea how long Jack would wait between drop-offs. He had a month to get the possessions back and trade off the girl, but by the looks of things, it was going to be one hell of a race against the clock. As soon as Barbossa's head hit the pillow he was fast asleep, though his hand never left his 9mm hand gun.
"I am Terry Bracks and this is the evening news." Reported anchor woman of about twenty-three, with blond hair and her face a mask of seriousness.
"In today's news the prime minister's daughter was abducted from the Interpol promotion party." A picture of Elizabeth appeared on the screen.
"She was last seen at the promotion ceremony." Another picture of Elizabeth was shown to the viewers, this one of her taken right after she arrived at the party with her father holding her arm.
"An anonymous tip that Interpol received early last night states that she may have taken by this man," Jack Sparrow's mug shot (the one that is not flattering to him at all) was shown.
"A former Naval Captain, Jack Sparrow, has been convicted of numerous crimes, both during his service, and after. He has been featured on the Friday night comedy, Worst Criminal Ever. If you have any information regarding Jack Sparrow, please contact you local law enforcement. Do not try to approach this man." A number flashed at the bottom of television screens around Europe.
"And in other news, talks of war are brewing in North America."
Will Turner and James Norrington were sitting in a small interrogation room, playing the roles of good cop and bad cop to some poor moron who dared trust the Interpol task force.
"I want to know where Sparrow is going! And I want to know now or you will be the one I throw in prison for life." Norrington spoke, his voice cold and his eyes narrowed angerously. Will sat back pretending to not care what Norrington was doing but giving the helpless sap a sympathetic look.
The man was a small, fat man, with a pig nose and beady green eyes known as Louie 'Weasel' Docks. He was a man who dealt with fraudulent art and occasional prostitution rings. But old Louis (who looked 40 but was really 27) was small time; he only dealt with the lowest scum. But he did have his ear to the ground as it were, and he thought he could trust the police and claim the reward for the safe return of the Prime Minister's daughter. He was wrong and really regretting his decision to come to the station. Norrington was starting to scare him.
In the blink of an eye, Norrington was up on his feet knocking back his chair as he grabbed Docks by the front of his cheap jacket. He gave him a hard shake before shouting, "Tell me what you know or I swear you will not walk out of this room again!"
Will pulled Norrington off Docks and, in a performance worthy of an Oscar, proceeded to calm Norrington down and ask him to leave. Will sat down in front of the nerve frazzled Docks. He silently went through an opened file that Norrington had brought with him when they entered the interrogation room. In the file was the history of crimes that Docks had committed over the years. Will sighed and Docks threw up his hands.
"Look, I know how this works, I have been in and out most of my life, and I may pretend to be a man of weakness and screw up a lot but I just want the money. You give me that, and I'll tell you what I know about Sparrow's doings." Docks said, playing tough and pulled the file folder from Will and threw it aside, the papers scattering.
Will was completely stunned by this reaction to Norrington leaving the room; this was definitely not covered in training. Agreeing to give some reward money for the info, Will learned that Sparrow had to tend to some business in New Orleans by the end of the month. The only other thing Docks could tell was that Jack Sparrow was only to be referred to as Captain unless you knew him well, and he liked rum- a lot.
After the discussion, (which was really a shouting match between Ana and Gibbs) of what was going to happen, Jack decided (or ordered) it would be best if he took the girl and made the three drops alone. Jack would then drop off Miss Swann in England on his way and they would meet up in New Orleans by the end of the month for the final drop off. Then they would take their annual post-heist trip to the Caribbean, where they would spend all their money and then plan their next move.
Ana-Maria, taking pity on Elizabeth, loaned her some of her clothes and dark glasses to hide her bruised face. Elizabeth fixed her hair to conceal it even more.
"Ten minutes, Cap'n, and we'll be in Rome." Gibbs reported to Jack, "Are you sure about this Cap'n?" Gibbs questioned him, and his boss answered with a roll of his eyes.
"Course I am, as soon as we land you refill this bird and head to America, and I will see you in a month savvy? Besides what could possibly go wrong?" Jack moved his hands about in flourish movements.
"You mean besides what has already gone wrong?" Gibbs shot back, moving his head in Elizabeth's direction.
"I heard that!" Elizabeth shouted from her position on the sofa. "'s not my fault I'm here!"
Both men turned away from her and looked toward the landing site.
After landing, Jack took four paintings out of the seven he had stolen and led Elizabeth out of the jet by her arm.
"Sorry luv, don't trust you at the moment." Jack explained with a roguish smile. Elizabeth felt like slapping him.
Waiting just outside the jet was a limo. A tall, dark haired man, with cocoa colored skin and light green eyes, dressed in an expensive tailored Armani suit stepped toward them and shook Jack's hand.
"Good to see you again, my client is anxiously awaiting your arrival at his Villa" He spotted Elizabeth and smiled.
"Well I see you must have bigger plans to have stolen such a beauty. My name is Xander." He took Elizabeth's hand and kissed the top. She pulled her hand away and stood a little closer to Jack in case she needed a shield. Jack just ignored the comment.
Taking no offence from Elizabeth, he led them to the waiting limo where all three climbed into the back and sat.
"So I take it you have my client's merchandise." It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes I do, and I know he has my money." Jack smiled taking a small amount of whisky from the inset bar. He never liked the stuff, but dealing with Xander always left him needing something stronger than rum. Jack looked at Elizabeth; so far she had been good throughout the whole thing. She had yet to make a sound and was staring out the window.
"I need a little ride to Amsterdam surely your boss would not deny me the use of his jet for a while." Jack stated more than asked, and reclined in his chair. Elizabeth looked at him, and he could tell she was just begging to ask why the hell where they going to Amsterdam. Jack could tell she had never been to the little piece of heaven before, and he was going to have some fun once he was done with Xander and his boss.
"Of course, my boss is always willing to help you out, I will see to the arrangements but first, business." Xander said not taking his eyes from Elizabeth.
"Might I ask what you are doing with her, she is the Prime Minister's daughter. She is too high-profile, even for you Captain Sparrow." Xander questioned.
"Well, let's say my business with her is my own and not continue any discussion for the rest of the trip." Jack's face might have been happy but his voice was on edge giving a clear warning. Xander nodded and said no more for the entire trip.
Once at the villa, Xander's client, who never talked to Jack directly, gave him permission to use his jet and the money for the paintings of Bouguereau, Nymphs and Satyr.
"So, I take it this is your first trip to Amsterdam." Jack said, handing Elizabeth a drink. She eyed him warily but accepted it; it was coffee with chocolate mixed in. She put the drink down.
"No, I have been there before." She said as she got herself some water instead, she sat across from Jack and frowned as she took a drink.
"Oh yes I am sure, but let me guess you were stuck inside a hotel all day with two guys watching over you, and I bet you never even left the room." Jack smirked as he saw Elizabeth frown even more.
"So, it does not matter? It's just one city, there are plenty around the world like it." she said haughtily.
"And I am sure you have been to those to, but never experienced them first hand." Jack was busy rolling a Cigarette before lighting it, not even asking if it bothered her.
"Well we're going to have to stay a while there; maybe, if you can be a very good girl like you were today we'll go exploring a bit, savvy?" Elizabeth heard the underlining threat of 'Be good and I won't kill you.'
Elizabeth ignored Jack and went back to starring out one of the jet's window. 'This is going to be a long trip. I hope Father is alright'
By the time she turned around to ask Jack something, he was already asleep.
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