Thieves of a feather: chapter 7
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Prime Minister Swann was sitting in his hotel room drink bourbon extremely worried over the safety of his daughter. To him it was only yesterday she had been taking her first steps. He took a large drink from his crystal glass and got up to refill. It had been a long day and the only news that had come up about his daughter was that she had been kid napped by a common Art Crook Jack Sparrow…
'Some crack Interpol team they had working.' Thought Minister Swann as he looked at the Pictures and info Interpol had sent of Sparrow. But the Prime minister knew this Jack Sparrow who barley looked as if he could chew gum and walk at the same time could not have been the one to steal his daughter. After all what would an art thief want with his little girl? But then again he knew that someone wanted her and he knew why to.
The phone rang, it's piercing jangle making the Prime minister drop the photo and run to answer it. He was desperately hoping to hear his daughter dulcet voice or to at least hear if she was okay.
"Yes." The prime minister said dispensing formalities. The voice on the other end was not what he wanted to hear. He lost control of his bottled up rage and worry.
"This is your entire fault had your government been less of a coward instead of having me and putting my daughter's life in danger then she would be here! I do not want to hear about government policy and national security I'll start worrying about the countries when I have my daughter back and you can let the other's involved in your project as well!" the Prime Minister slammed the phone four times on the marble coffee table before slamming it back into it's cradle.
He took his next drink into his room and proceeded to pace back and forth hoping that the next call he got would be about his daughter or from daughter, he sincerely also hoped he did not break the phone.
Will sat in his apartment gong over the list of things that Louie 'weasel' Docks had told him earlier that day. Norrington was already packed and was getting ready to leave to the United States to prepare a sting operation on Jack Sparrow. Will was left to take care of the case at Interpol.
Will was now contemplating doing a little undercover work, maybe pretending to be a buyer and getting contact information on Sparrow. Only problem was will had no idea where to get information on how to reach Jack Sparrow nor did he know anything about art.
Rereading the information he did have, Will threw the documents on the coffee table and let out a frustrated sigh.
'This is going nowhere!' he thought wearily as he ran his fingers though his neatly clipped hair. He looked at the picture he had taken with Elizabeth at the party only two days before. She was breathtakingly beautiful in her red dress and hair pinned up in elaborate curls.
Will needed to get her back, and with that resolve he got up from his sofa and put on a brown leather coat, messed up his hair and went out into the Paris night hoping by going to some art museums and special art dealers he might get information to track down the infamous Captain.
Boris Demitri was sitting in his office going over when things had gone wrong for him. This was the activity he had been doing for the last two days since the abduction of the girl his art and coin. He sighed so he would have to lose the value of the art, but with Interpol now working the case he could do less of the work and have them find Sparrow. Calling Interpol and involving was the only option he had.
The only things that really mattered were the girl and the coin, those he needed if he was going to survive. Plus with Barbossa after Sparrow the time he would have to wait would be minimal, after all one of them had to catch Sparrow. It was then the famous 'you got mail' voice popped up alerting him he had just been contacted.
Boris clicked on the little mail box. The message read: Ask for Mickey at the Red Clover midnight one week from today. Come alone.
Boris knew whop the note was from and smiled, if he was right then the person who contacted him had only the best of news. Boris then going to his privet line phone made a call to his Swiss bank. Whenever he got a message from this person he always had to pay very high prices.
Elizabeth woke up to the sound of screeching of tires against asphalt. One of the things she noticed was that she was now sitting in a seat then lying on the sofa where she had fallen asleep. Next Elizabeth noticed she was covered by Jack's leather coat. Lastly she noticed they had landed and Jack was sitting next to her, drinking coffee and smoking. Jack smiled as he realized she had woken up.
"Good morning Star shine the earth says hello…or more like most of Amsterdam says good night in the morning but you get the idea." He gave her a devilish smirk as she covered up a bit more.
"Good morning Mr. Sparrow, after we get off where are we going?" Elizabeth mumbled as he handed her, his cup she took a sip of his coffee. It had a touch of rum in it but tasty none the less. (It was only five in the morning to early for her taste.) Handing the drink back she got up and got herself a plain coffee.
"Always suspicious of my intentions aren't you luv and its Jack or Captain Sparrow if you please." Jack Said getting up from his seat and pulling down his bag and the canister with the remaining art inside from an overhead bin.
"I will call you by your title when you call me by my name." she snapped more from waking up then being mad at him.
"Alright then, Elizabeth." He remarked rolling her name off his tongue with a mocking bow.
"It's Miss Swann to you." She took another sip of the coffee the crankiness barely starting to receded.
"Very well Miss Swann, by the way is their bad blood between us because I don't believe that I am in disseverment of such treatment." Jack spoke in a mock offended tone.
To Elizabeth Jack just seemed too peppy for the early hour. She rolled her eyes at him, placed on the Glasses Ana-Maria had lent her to hide the healing bruise and went to the jet's hatch door; the stair case was already waiting for them.
Outside the Jet was something Elizabeth did not expect to see. She prayed she was dreaming. But no such luck on instinct she tightened Jack's coat around her a little more around her.
"A bike?" Elizabeth questioned looking at the mechanical marvel with distain. Jack smiled his trademark grin. Tying his small duffel bag to the back along with the canister he got on and handed her the helmet which had been hanging on the handle bar.
"Actually luv it is called a motorcycle and this will be our mode of transportation through out Amsterdam for a bit so hop on and let's get going." He turned the ignition and the machine roared to life.
Elizabeth sighed and took off her glasses and placed the helmet on. She got on the Motorcycle and held on to Jack tighter then what was necessary considering they were not moving.
"Easy on the goods darlin'" Jack Said in a playful tone. He then took off at full speed making Elizabeth grasp onto him tighter then before.
About two hours later, they were standing in front of a three story warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Or at least Elizabeth thought it was the middle of nowhere because she had kept her eyes shut the half of the ride, not to mention a death grip on Jack's torso. Upon getting off Jack had said with his ego flaring, "Not bad for your First ride with a bad man eh?" Elizabeth had pinched his arm in return for his comment.
On the front of the building, in graffiti paint style was a name: The Deepest Circle. Besides that it looked just like a normal storage place.
"Why are we here Jack?" Elizabeth inquired. Jack was about to answer when one of the huge storage doors open and out came two people. One was in a wheelchair.
One was a young man with dirty blond hair and ice blue eyes; he was wearing a blue shirt with the same name of the building, blue jeans, and black boots. Next to him was a young girl about Elizabeth's height wearing stiletto heels with a long laces tying around her ankles, a black plated mini skirt and a blue tinker bell shirt. She had the same eyes and hair as the man but she was walking out to meet them. Both looked no more than Twenty five.
"Captain Jack, Darling how are you?" the girl asked giving a grin. Jack grinned back and then shook the hand of the Young man in the wheel chair. The Young man turned his head to see Elizabeth and gave her a warm smile, Elizabeth could not help but smile back.
"Captain Sparrow naughty ol' guy stealing Government property will get you a long sentence in the nearest prison." The Young man said.
Jack nodded and then unexpectedly wrapping his arm around Elizabeth's shoulder introduced her to their host. "Miss Swann I am pleased to introduce the Archer twins Calypso and Drake." The two twins smiled and waved at her.
"Miss Swann it is a pleasure to meet you." Calypso said, taking notice of Elizabeth's face she noticed the bruises and the some what off fitting clothes.
"Miss Swann if you like I have several closets with things I never wore, your welcome to take what you like."
"Thank you that would be great." Elizabeth smiled and stood near Calypso.
Calypso turned to Jack. "My brother has some things to discuss with you Captain as do I so why don't you go up to the office and I will see to Miss Swann." With that the two ladies walked into the building and into an elevator.
"Before we begin mate I was hoping me and the girl could stay awhile?" Jack asked as the two went into a second elevator to the top floor into an office that was designed to be pleasing yet disturbing with images of all things hellish. Even the main office doors had a carving of St Michele fighting an angelic Satan.
"Well that is part of what me and my sister had to talk to you about Captain Sparrow." Drake wheeled himself to a wet bar and pour him self an imported beer and Jack some rum. Jack accepted his drink gratefully and took a seat on the large oak desk. Pulling the canister off his back he took out one of the paintings.
"Let me guess mate first thing is payment." Jack handed Drake the portrait of William Blake's Last Judgment.
"You guessed right." Drake said examining the painting his face full of awe as he held it.
"So what are the other things?" Jack asked taking a drink and rolling a cigarette; he had not had one since he and Elizabeth left the jet.
"Well your buyer in Spain dropped out or more like went to prison for the next nine to fifteen." Drake said this as if he was saying it was going to rain; Jack went to pour himself another drink.
"I assume you have a back up plan for me correct."
"Of course, the client in new Orleans wants to buy the other painting so that is all set." Drake was now put the painting next to Jack so his sister could see it later.
"So with that in mind you can stay here as long as you like. But the problem is that the news has been broadcasting you a lot. So I and my sister ask that you do not anything to ruin our good standing while you are here." Drake finished and was now waiting for Jack's answer.
"Well bad press is still good press." Jack raised his glass in a salute before gulping it down.
"Quite." Drake remarked.
"So me and Elizabeth get separate rooms and bunk here and be good not hard to do at all." Jack was getting up to get situated.
"That is the bad news Captain." Calypso had now entered the office and sat behind the large oak desk.
"We are an underground club, porn industry, hotel and full restaurant we only saved the one room, we did not expect your guest so you'll have to bunk with her." Calypso was delighted to be telling Jack this news because she loved to give him a hard time.
"You have to do something kick someone out or hell I'll go kill someone." Jack was getting ready to make good on his promise but Drake blocked him.
"She seems nice enough I am sure she won't take advantage of you while you sleep." Calypso went on a mocking smile on her dark red lips.
"Sorry Captain but you know our policy just stay with her after all how much trouble can a young women like her really be?" Drake said in a nonchalant tone.
Captain Jack looked as if some higher power had burned all the rum on the planet.