Pirates of the Caribbean: The Devil Deals in Threes

Chapter 7: Did We?

She awoke to the jarring movement of the bed and slowly turned my head. Jack was awake and looking somewhat confused. His dark eyes suddenly shifted to her. Quickly he stood and pulled the covers with him as his free hand gestured in the air.

"Did we?" his eyes narrowed as he looked down at her.

With a smile she rolled over propping her elbows on the bed and her chin in her hands.

"Isn't it obvious?" she said as she tugged at the blanket around his waist, but he quickly drew away, "Now if you don't mind...we made a deal and I would like my map."

"Aye...that I remember..." he said as he flailed his hand around the room, "This I do not!"

"That...my dear Captain Jack Sparrow...is not my problem," she replied as she reached over a picked up her shirt from the floor and slid it on, "Although I would offer this suggestion. Lay off the rum...it seems to be having adverse affects on your memory."

Standing up she grabbed her pants and put them on, tying them at the waist. Dressed in everything but her boots she walked over and stood, arms crossed, in front of him.

"Now...as I said before, I want my map."

Watching her his confused face suddenly shifted mischievously as he ventured to answer, "Last night I said I want...but you never exactly inquired as to what."

"You obviously wanted sex," she said trying to hold back her worry because, after all, he was right.

"I'm a pirate, love," he said with a grin, "It's what I always want."

His eyes suddenly looked pensive, as if he was thinking. She watched him and tried to stay calm. Was he trying to think of a way out of this deal or had she made a bad deal to begin with? Either scenario left her angry.

"Then what? More sex?"

He let out a laugh as he watched her temper flare, "No."

Letting out a deep breath she leaned close to his face, "Then what?"

"You."

He suddenly moved around her, passing glances around the room. She stood for a moment with her mouth ajar. Few moments left her speechless. This was not a good sign.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said coming to as she turned and hit the side of his arm, "You don't want me..."

He'd obviously gone mad.

"No...I defiantly do," he said as he started to shuffle around the room picking up his clothes as he held the blanket securely in place.

"Why?" she said suddenly pressing her hands on her hips.

He suddenly stumbled as he stepped on the edge of the sheet. It was severely impeding his movement. Looking down at the fabric and then up at her he tossed it aside. Walking around the room he, now more easily, gathered up his clothing.

"What you said," he replied waving his hand at her, "Last night...seems like reason enough for me."

"You don't even remember what I said last night do you?"

After getting on his pants he tossed the rest of his clothes on the bed. Walking over he strained his hands in front of her, making it look like he was struggling to keep from wringing her neck. Teeth locked he raised both his pointer fingers and directed them at her face.

"You wanted the map...you wanted the deal...I set the terms of the deal," he lowered his hands a grinned, "Now, love, you either agree to it...or you don't."

"Fine," she replied with a bitter tinge to my voice.

She was frustrated that everything she had done and planned came down to this. Jack slowly extended one of his hands and she shook it. The deal was made...at least she finally got the map.

"What about my ship?" she suddenly asked, realizing she was now an addition to Captain Jack Sparrow's crew.

"Your ship?" he asked, apparently taken off guard, but somewhat amused.

"Yes. What did you think I was going to do...swim to the Fountain of Youth?"

"The thought had crossed my mind," he grinned, "Now rum...must have me rum..."

Narrowing her eyes she watched as he waltzed to the door. She stood to move with him, but he paused quickly moving towards her. Planting his hands on her shoulders he pushed her to sit on the bed.

"You stay right there..." he turned towards the door and as he opened it he glanced towards her, "I'll be right back..."

Before he shut the door he poked his head back in, "Don't move now, love, right there like you are!"

As it finally closed she glanced around the room, but slowly her eyes trained towards the door again. Loud footsteps echoed from beyond, slowly fading. Shooting up from her seat she ran towards the door and out into the hall. Jack was no where to be seen. Quickly making her way out of the second floor inn she reached the balcony overlooking the tavern below. Given the hour few patrons graced the tables and those that did were sleeping, passed out from booze. A movement caught her eye as she noted Jack scurrying towards the exit.

"Get back here!" she called down from the balcony as she ran towards the stairs.

Jack looked back for a moment with a panicked expression as he darted out of the tavern. Cursing to herself for being so dense she gave chase. This was her own doing...nice never got her anywhere. There were reasons why no one, save her crew, had 'really' heard of her. She made it a point to leave no one who could later tell the tale. It was always easier to get her way if the opposition was dead. Captain Jack Sparrow was about to meet the real Black Donna. That is...if he didn't get away...