Pirates of the Caribbean: The Devil Deals in Threes

Chapter 6: Deal

Moving through the city she began to peek into buildings as she passed. Finally she stopped at the door of another tavern, spotting the familiar stagger of Jack Sparrow. Making her way inside she came up behind him. Two women flanked his arms, giggling as he drank.

"Captain Jack Sparrow," she said simply, waiting for him to turn around.

His eyes were wide as he came about, his lip twitching slightly before it flashed into a grin. She smiled back.

"Yes, love?"

"We need to talk," she quickly said.

After she finished she only raised a brow as the two whores went into possessive mode, grabbing onto his arms and whispering for him to stay. If the moment were different she would have punched the two of them...yes definitely a different moment...

"Don't worry you'll be able to earn your night's pay," she stated, rolling her eyes as she walked over to a table and took a seat, swinging her legs onto a nearby chair.

Jack raised his hands to the women as he stepped away from them.

"I will be right back, my lovelies, this will only take a moment," he said as he made his way over to the table.

Taking a seat he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back so his chair was only on its two back legs.

"What might I be able to do for you, love?" he asked, as he took a swig from his jug of rum.

Staring at him for a moment her smile faded. Leaning forward she took her pointer finger and pushed up his hat so she could see him better.

"You...Captain Jack Sparrow, have something I want," she said slowly smiling again, "And I could be your worst enemy until I get it...So I decided before it came to that we could have a talk, pirate to pirate."

Jack's brow furrowed slightly.

"I don't think you have anything I want, love," he said and then moved to stand.

Pausing he stopped himself and sat right back down. She grinned at his resistance to leave.

"But just for my amusement, go ahead," he said as he took another swig of his rum.

"I've plenty to offer Captain Jack Sparrow," she replied as he put his bottle of rum back on the table, "I know the devil quite personally...gives me an interesting hand."

Reaching over she tapped on the base of his gun.

"And on another point...I'm particularly hard to kill. Comes in handy on occasion..."

Narrowing her eyes she leaned across the table.

"I guess the real question is; what does Captain Jack Sparrow want?" she crossed her arms, "I want that map...what will it take to get it?"

Shaking his head he stood, wavering slightly with the jug of rum in his hand and started back towards the bar. Frustrated she watched as Jack walked away, not bothering to answer her question.

"Bloody women...so much trouble..." he mumbled as he rested against the bar.

Tapping her fingers on the table she quickly stood and followed after him. She never offered anything to anyone. This was a once in a lifetime event and she was annoyed that he was brushing her off. Moving swiftly through the tavern she came to the bar and stood for a moment. Finally wrapping her fingers around the front of his shirt she turned him and pulled him towards her.

"You didn't answer my question," she stated with narrowed eyes, "What do you want for the map?"

"Come now, love," Jack mumbled.

His breath smelled strongly of alcohol now and he seemed to be growing rather drunk. He stumbled slightly into her and slid his arm around her back, letting his hand rest so low on her back it was partially on her ass.

"As I said before, I don't think you could give me what I want," he said with a wicked smiled as he let his hand move the rest of the way down to give her ass a nice, hard squeeze.

Reacting to his grip she shifted into him. She should have predicted this. For a moment she stood. It wasn't like she'd never had a one night stand and some of her company hadn't been quite this favorable. With an unnoticeable shrug she decided to run with it. Slowly loosening her grip on the front of his shirt she smoothed out the fabric. Reaching over she pulled the bottle of rum he had gripped in his hand towards her mouth and took a drink. Swallowing the cool liquid she let go of his hand and brushed her lips across his as she moved to whisper in his ear.

"You want..." she paused letting her thigh rub between his legs, "For the map?"

"Aye, love...I want..." he whispered back, his words slurring slightly.

She could feel him hardening as she let her thigh rub between his legs. He pulled her into a deep kiss then let her go as quickly. Grabbing her arm he headed through the bar to the stairs that lead up to the rooms above. Falling in behind him she willingly followed. From this vantage point she let her eyes wander up and down his back. She was defiantly getting the better end of this deal.

Pulled into the room she pushed the door closed behind her with a simple swing of her leg. Letting go of her hand Jack spun around to look at her. She simply stared back. There's always an awkward moment before starting...and they had just reached it.

Shall we get this started, she teased in her head. Walking forward she grabbed his bottle of rum and took the final swig before placing it on a nearby table. Without a word she shoved him back onto the bed. Crawling over him she smiled slightly at his raised brow.

"What?" she asked with a tiny smile as she moved in closer, "You think you're the only one who enjoys this?"

Leaning forward she drew his lips into a kiss. Slowly his arms slid around her back, pulling her body down against his. His hands traced up her back, bringing her shirt up.

"This needs to come off, love," he mumbled as he pulled back from the kiss and flashed a lopsided grin, "All of this needs to come off."

Raising her arms she let Jack finish pulling off her shirt, her hair falling into her face as it came off. Brushing the strands away she smiled slightly.

"Don't worry. It will 'all' come off..." she said as she moved down, quietly adding, "...eventually."

Now sitting on his legs she pushed off her boots, shoving his off soon after. Cocking her head slightly she slid her way back up, letting her hands un-tuck his shirt she pushed it up as she went. Her fingers danced over his smooth chest, nails scrapping dangerously against his skin. Her arms moved up to pull his shirt away. It twirled midair, for a moment, before falling to the floor.

"But if you like...we can do it your way and take them off right now," she said as she moved her hands along his waist to 'quickly' remove his pants.

Sitting up he grabbed her hands before she could push the fabric down.

"Let's do it your way, love..." he said, his voice trailing away.

Suddenly he teetered back and fell onto the bed. Staring down at him she rolled her eyes. Men...always picked the worst moments to pass out...Crossing her arms she sat on the side of the bed and let out a sigh. Reaching over she pushed on his leg.

"Got me all worked up too," she mumbled before turning to look at him again, "Well, might as well make this look good..."

Crawling over Jack she quickly started pulling off his clothes. Every so often he faded back into consciousness and he let a smile cross his face.

"Yes...now your turn..." he mumbled with a grin before he fell back on the bed, out for the count again.

Somewhere in the world beyond...

Slowly Lucifer came forward with a shrug.

"There's a soul you've always failed to collect. It should have come my way long ago, but as fate would have it..." Lucifer stopped quickly and began with another line of conversation, "I'm here to get your help in collection."

Will narrowed his eyes as he watched Lucifer. He knew the man wasn't telling him something.

"First, tell me more," Will replied as he suspiciously watched his visitor.

"I merely ask you to aide me in collecting a soul that should have passed," he stated again, "So what do you say?"

"Ah...no."

"I see. May I ask why?"

Will crossed his arms as he looked Lucifer over.

"I collect them...I don't kill them..." he replied.

"Oh...that?" Lucifer said with a laugh, "No need to worry. Everything's already been taken care of. This soul will 'naturally' be coming your way..."

"Then why are you asking me to collect?" Will frown, "I'll be doing the deed anyway...it is my job..."

Lucifer interrupted him, "Because this soul I want specially delivered to me...the moment it crosses over."

"And how do I know this particular soul actually belongs in hell?"

"Oh trust me...this soul will be so black and tarnished, you'll have no doubt it belongs to me."

"If it's yours already then fine," Will finally stated, "On one condition..."

"Name it..." Lucifer said with narrowed eyes.

"The next and last time I see you I'm giving you this soul."

"Oh...that hurts," Lucifer replied with a pout as he placed his hand against his chest, "Deal."