Alright ladies and gentle-sirs. I present to you the new chapter, Gluttony. Wooo

Was unsure for awhile whether or not to do Sloth first but I made up my mind as I sipped my tea in my freezing cold basement.

Gluttony it is!

This chapter I will hopefully be adding some background as to why Latin tattoos are spontaneously manifesting themselves on poor Molly.

Until later,

Ta.

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Gluttony.

Molly's eyes fluttered open when the bright sun hit her face; she sniffled and cleared her throat. Her sleep had been light to say the least. She couldn't keep her mind off of the previous night's happenings; she didn't understand what was happening… the horribly vivid dream, the Superbia tattoo. .. it stumped Molly. The only thing she was sure of was that whatever was happening wasn't good. A warning she called it last night. Pride was one of the most severe of the seven sins, if she could commit that so fast and not think twice about it, that was bad news…

Jack muttered in his sleep over her shoulder. Molly looked down to find his right arm still around her waist. That's right… he stayed. to keep me safe, though he'll never admit it.

He's an alright bloke really, and he's kinda cute in that always-drunk sort of way

Molly poked him in the arm, "Sparrow… wake up mate."

He groaned and sat up. "Molly?"

"Miss Winters." She said sharply.

"Apparently you're feeling better."

"Yes, I am. Thanks to you Sparrow. Thanks for being there last night." Molly smiled sincerely.

"Shiver me timbers! Was that a rare "thank you" from the grumpy pirate wench?" Jack said groggily.

"No." Molly said playfully. "This is a rare thank you from a pirate wench." She leant over and kissed him on the cheek before standing up and leaving her quarters.

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"Winters!"

Molly turned around from wiping the counter in the galley to see Anamaria standing at the door.

"Oh, hey Anamaria." She smiled and continued scrubbing. She and Anamaria had become fast friends the previous day, seeing as they were the only women on the ship it was natural they were drawn to each other.

"So…" Anamaria said slowly, coming closer to Molly. "You've been on the Pearl for all of four days and you've already seduced Jack."

Molly choked on the water she had been drinking. She turned around coughing and spluttering.

"W-what?"

"Everyone aboard could hear you last night." Anamaria grinned. "You sounded like you were having a right good time."

"Oh!" Molly laughed "That." She's right, how awful that must have sounded to the last of the crew…

"Yes. That. You must have set a new record Miss Winters."

"No, no. It was nothing like that… Jack was just… helping me…" Molly said, realizing it sounded just as provocative as the screams that issued from her cabin the previous night. She sighed and put down her rag. She rolled up her left sleeve and showed the Superbia marking to Anamaria.

"He gave you a tattoo?" Anamaria raised her eyebrow.

"Yes—No! Listen. Superbia is Latin for the deadly sin of Pride. I had a dream last night where I was being punished for being proud, unable to admit that there are those better than me. Anamaria, this tattoo is marking me as a sinner."

Anamaria didn't look convinced.

"Have you and Jack been drinking?"

"Yes but-"

"There be your problem lass! You 'n Jack had too much to drink and you being thick as you are allowed him to give you a tattoo!"

"No you don't-"

"I understand perfectly lass."

"No you don't!" Molly cried. "Bad things happen to those who commit the deadly sins!"

"Love, if a person got a tattoo every time they committed a sin then Captain Jack would be covered with them."

"Well… this is different! I'm not sure how, but it is…"

"Lass if you want some help you should go ask Gibbs. He's a bit odd in the head but he's really savvy at legends and the like." Anamaria patted Molly's shoulder before leaving the galley.

Molly sighed and picked up her rag again, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn spot of grease.

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"Jack, as if havin' one woman on the Pearl was bad enough luck now you've got two! And I don't fancy the look of that Winters…"

"I've told you before Mister Gibbs… it would be worse if I didn't bring her along." Jack said, walking about the deck and shouting out orders.

"Jack-"

"Captain. Gibbs have you ever heard the saying 'hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned'?"

Gibbs shook his round head.

"Let's just say a woman who has been scorned knows exactly where to kick the scorner where it hurts." Jack walked away, leaving Gibbs to stand by the mast.

"Gibbs!"

He jumped when he saw Molly Winters walking quickly towards him.

"Aye, what can I do for the young… lady this morning?" He managed as her green eyes pierced knowingly into his murky brown ones.

"I need you to tell me everything you know about the Seven Deadly Sins and any curses, legends, old wives tales etcetera surrounding them."

Gibbs looked perplexed by the strange request, he thought she had overheard him talking to Jack.

"You must know something about it…"

"You ever heard of Edward Teach young missy?"

Molly frowned and shook her head.

"Aye, you probably know him as Blackbeard." Gibbs said quietly, as if he was telling a secret.

"Who doesn't know Blackbeard? He was one of the most dreaded pirates-"

"Until he vanished without a trace." Gibbs said. "Edward Teach was his right name, everyone called him Blackbeard because of his big black beard… Often described as the devil he was. Feared even by his own crew. His devilish image was thought not to be just years of stories and bloodshed, it's said that he is of hell itself. He captained the Queen Anne's Revenge, he was said to be so evil hell itself spat him back out."

"Where have I heard that one before?" Molly smirked, recalling legends of the late Captain Barbossa.

"Aye, Barbossa and Teach grew up together, though they were never the best of friends, Teach's evil qualities rubbed off on Hector Barbossa, poisoning his mind."

"What does this have to do with the Seven Deadly Sins?"

Gibbs sighed and continued. "It's said that Blackbeard died seven times over because he was such an evil man."

"Once for each of the deadly sins…"

"Aye, and his death manifested a curse privy to each of the sins… if under the right circumstances those sins are committed, The victims soul is corrupted entirely, forcing them into an eternity of servitude to Lucifer himself."

"What are the right circumstances?" Molly's heart was beating fast.

"No one knows." Gibbs said dramatically.

"Right." Molly turned around and started to march back to her cabin. She pounded down the wooden stairs and swung around a corner where she crashed into Jack.

"Miss Winters? Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

Molly said nothing and kept walking at a brisk pace until she got to her quarters. She flung open the door and entered, slamming it before Jack could get in.

He pounded his fist against the door calling her name.

Molly sighed and flopped onto the bed.

"What am I going to do?" She said out loud.

"You're going to let me in savvy?" Jack said from the other side of the door.

I thought my problems went as far as my bloody crew… boy was I wrong. Now I'm facing eternal damnation.

"I'm a pirate." She muttered. "I don't get spooked and change my ways just because God is telling me to."

"You know Miss Winters, I could be so much more help if you'd just stop talking to yourself and open the bloody door."

"Go away Sparrow!"

"It's my bloody ship I'll go wherever I damn well please1" Jack roared. Molly rolled her eyes and opened the door.

Jack could tell by the look on her face she was not in the mood to be toyed with.

"Well are you coming in?" She said stonily before going and sitting back on the bed, her palms over her face as her elbows rested on her knees.

"You don't seem well Miss Winters."

"Apt observation Captain Sparrow." Molly said sarcastically.

"Did the rum not sit well with you last night?"

"Yes Jack. It was the rum." She spat. "Never mind that I truly went through hell and am just now figuring out what all of this means!"

"What does it mean then?"

Molly shook her head.

"It means I'm leaving Jack." She said quietly. "I'm dangerous, this is dangerous, I can't control myself, I'm a bloody pirate, I can't resist sinning! It's part of the territory!"

Jack looked thoughtful.

"Aye… well, I won't be stopping you from leaving then. My only request is that you join me for dinner tonight in my cabin."

Molly didn't like where this was going.

"Just for dinner." He said seriously.

Molly sighed "Alright."

"See you then Miss Winters." Jack flashed his metallic toothy grin and shuffled out of Molly's cabin.

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Dusk was falling, turning the horizon a pastel pink that reflected off the ocean. Molly fixed her hair in the cracked mirror in her room before pulling on her boots and heading next door.

She cleared her throat and tapped politely on Jacks door. It swung open and she entered.

"Captain Sparrow! This is amazing!" She said, marveling at the gourmet spread on the large table.

"And the best part…" He thrust a bottle of rum into Molly's long fingered hand. He grinned and opened his own. "Dig in love."

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Night had fallen completely on the Black Pearl, all was silent and dark except for the wavering lights and drunken laughter issuing from Jack Sparrows cabin.

"-And then they made me their chief!"

Molly laughed hysterically and hiccoughed.

"Really bad eggs!" She giggled, repeating the lyrics of the song Jack had taught her. "A pirates life for me! Ahhhh that's brilliant!" She stumbled over to the bed and sat heavily, careful not to spill the few drops of rum she had left. She patted the mattress lazily and Jack weaved over and sat down next to her, placing his arm around her neck and his hand on her shoulder.

Molly drained her bottle and looked at it, pouting when she could get no more from it.

"I think you've had enough luv." Jack said, plucking the bottle from her.

"You just think I cant hold my –hic- liquor 'coz I'm a laaaady." She said indignantly, crossing her arms.

"A drinking game?" Jack boomed. "Alright then!" He stood up and stumbled over to some kegs lining the wall.

"One each! Whoever passes out first loses!"

"And what –hic- does losing entail Captain?" Molly giggled.

"A good-night kiss to the winner."

"Game on!" Molly bellowed, surging into her first glass of rum that she downed in seconds.

Ten minutes and fourteen eight ounce glasses later, Molly lay on lay on her side, laughing hysterically, pounding her mug on the floor so rum slopped everywhere.

"Alright Jack –hic- Sparrow! I pour me another glass!"

"I think you've had enough –hic- Molly." Jack said, pulling Molly off the floor.

"CAPTAIN WINTERS DAMN YOU." She laughed loudly, aiming a punch for Jack that he easily side-stepped.

"So where's me goodnight kiss then?" He said huskily.

Molly giggled, taking in his slightly raspy voice.

"Do you know how popular I am? Heh heh, I am soooooo –hic- popular… everyone loves me." Her eyelids drooped.

"I ain't gonna leave you alone until I get me kiss. I won fair and square."

"Awww Shadup." Molly half groaned, she grabbed Jack by his shirt collar and pressed her lips to his. Jack lost his balance and toppled onto the bed, Molly's chest pressed against his own and she deepened the kiss. She nibbled his bottom lip softly and broke away. Still grinning broadly, she placed her head on Jacks chest and fell asleep instantly.

"Nip libbling…" He said quietly, shocked at Molly's behavior. "The first time she kisses me she libbles my nip..."

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Molly woke up the next morning, her head pounding, she was sure she had never drunk so much in her life.

She raised her hands to run her fingers through her hair when her sleeve fell down.

Etched in thick dark letters right under Superbia was the word Gula.