Just got home from the dreaded Math final. I hate math. Soooooo much. Now it's science I gotta worry about, brilliant. I'm very tired but you guys have been absolutely amazing on the review front, so I will humor you and post the chapter known as Gula. Latin for gluttony obviously.

I be makin' a dedication this time around,

I hereby dedicate chapter the fifth titled 'Gula' to my friend Corey.

You're movin' away mate and for that I hate you. Just joking.

We've had some good times, off campus PE etc. I know we'll see each other again but I will still miss you a lot, hell I've got the memories right? I'm all set.

Till then I will always remember "Chii!" and the Thunder-run excursion wink wink

To be honest at this particular moment a line said by Will Turner to Elizabeth floats through my head…. Hm.. anyone who knows me and knows POTC will know exactly what line I'm thinking of.

Love Tori/Bella/Cherry/Chii 3

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Gula.

"Gula… gula, gula, gula…" Molly got up and paced around Jack's cabin, staring at the word etched into her flesh. She paused when she saw the empty glass bottles, trace amounts of their beverage sparkling in the sunlight. "Gluttony." She whispered as hazy memories of the previous night came flooding back. Rum, Laughing. Singing… a drinking game of some sort…

"Sparrow!"

Jack sat up suddenly to he sting of a cold metal blade against his neck. He frowned and looked around the Molly who was standing next to him, clearly enraged.

"Good morning." He said. Molly just glared. He looked down. "Or not."

"Gula, Sparrow. Know what it means?" Molly barked.

"Haven't the slightest. " Jack said innocently, smiling in a manner in which Molly did not seem obliged to return.

'Gluttony." Molly emphasized the three syllables of the word with such sanguine that Jack found himself a bit frightened of the angry woman. The worst he usually got was a back hand from Anamaria or a good smack from a whore on Tortuga. Molly Winters seemed poised to go much further, judging by the blade digging uncomfortably into his neck. "It's your fault." She spat.

Jack gave her a clueless look.

Molly reached with her free right arm and pulled back her sleeve. Jack's stomach dropped when he saw the word Gula emblazoned on Molly's tan flesh.

"Actually…" Jack began hesitantly, "I believe I did try and convince you to stop consuming all me rum at such an alarming rate."

"Forgive me if I don't believe you Sparrow."

"Your choice." Jack shrugged. "It's amazing how few people actually believe me when I tell the truth, which is really quite often."

Molly glowered.

"Another fine quality Miss Swann possessed eh?" Jack mumbled. His eyes grew wide and he glanced at Molly. "I just said that out loud… didn't I?"

"Who's Miss Swann and why do I remind you of her?"

Jack hesitated and looked nervously at the sword still pressing into his jugular vein. He opened his mouth to request it moved but the look he received from Molly told him it was a lousy idea.

Jack sighed and began relating the story to Molly. "Elizabeth Swann, or Miss Swann, as she constantly reminded me, is the daughter of one Weatherby Swann, governor of Port Royal. She was kidnapped by me mutinous first mate Barbossa more than four years ago because she possessed a piece of the cursed treasure of Isla de Muerta. Her future husband William Turner broke me from prison and dragged me on a quest to save the girl. Ever since I met her Miss Swann has been nothing but trouble. She got me marooned a second time by the same man and poured salt in the wound by burning all the rum. After we freed ourselves from that little predicament the minx tied me to the mast of me ship to allow me to be eaten by a large beastie." Jack pushed Molly's sword away with two fingers and looked up into her green eyes. "Purgatory is no fun Miss Winters, but it's even worse to be lead on like a girl like Miss Swann." Jack stood up, looking almost angry now. Molly kept her sword at the ready as Jack continued. "Birds of a feather." He said roughly, moving closer to Molly who had backed into the wall, leaving her no where to go. "Peas in a pod." He grabbed Molly's wrists, her sword clattered to the floor. "Know what she did before she left me to die Miss Winters? Jack whispered.

Molly shook her head, unsure of where this was going.

"She kissed me."

Before Molly could speak, Jacks lips were against hers in a rough yet somehow passionate kiss. He broke away and gazed into Molly's eyes.

"I hate Elizabeth Swann… because I loved her." He released his grip on Molly's wrists and sauntered to the door. "We'll be in Tortuga by nightfall." He turned on his heel and left.

Molly blinked a few times. That's right… I'm leaving. She glanced at the tattoos on her wrist, hoping they had miraculously gone away. Unfortunately they had not. They still burned, dark and ominous on Molly's arm. She sighed and pulled her voluminous white sleeve back down and sat against the wall.

Elizabeth Swann. The girl Jack spoke of. It was clear he possessed a soft spot for her at one time or another. But am I really that much like her? Molly pushed the naggy thought from her mind, forcing herself to worry about the more troubling issue at hand, or wrist as it were. What was happening? And more importantly; what could be done about it?

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Jack stomped about the deck, surlier than ever, shouting out orders without delay.

'If you don't mind me askin' dir… what's put you in such a right state?" Gibbs asked.

Jack just scowled and kept stomping around. His eyebrows knitted in either anger or thought.

"Sir?"

Jack stopped suddenly.

"Mister Gibbs, if you ask me again I shall throw you into the deeps savvy?"

"It's Winters ain't it?"

Jack held up a finger in protest but then reconsidered. "Yes."

"A bit odd ain't she? Came to me yesterday asking about the seven deadly sins… no ordinary wench that one."

"Seven deadly sins? You embezzling fool Gibbs! What did you tell her!"

"Well…"

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Captain Jack Sparrow threw open the doors to his cabin and strode inside. Molly lay on the bed, hat pulled low over her face. She started and took it off, propping herself on her elbows at the same time.

"Do you knock?"

"It's my cabin." Jack retorted, walking over to Molly and dragging her up by the wrists. "What if I told you Gibbs was a complete idiot?"

Molly shrugged, confused by Jack's sudden change of mood.

"I'd agree with you…"

"Aye. And what if I told you I can help get you out of the mess you're in?"

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The Black Pearl arrived at Tortuga late that night. Jack and Molly were still wide awake despite the late hour.

"Miss Winters and myself will be back before dawn. Anamaria will be in charge until then!" Jack's hand clamped around the back of Molly's neck and steered her towards the dock.

"Miss Winters you look nervous." He pointed out, as they walked along the wooden planks.

Molly looked up. "No no. I'm fine…" She looked towards the small town of Tortuga, gun shots rang out and lecherous laughter filled the humid sea air. Molly smiled. "I haven't been here for a very long time."

Jack looked shocked.

"My crew and I had been further south for the past few years… Tortuga's rum soaked air is an aroma I have not breathed for a long time… it's indeed good to be back" She smiled at Jack, sidestepping a pirate being chased by a whore.

"Sparrow!" A shill cry rang out and Jack stopped in his tracks, turning wearily.

"Scarlett…" He began.

Smack.

"'Oo's she?" The redhead pointed at Molly and stomped away before Molly could say anything.

"Giselle!"

Smack.

"Another one!" The blonde woman shrieked, motioning angrily to Molly before sauntering off.

Molly looked herself over and patted herself down before looking back up at Jack.

"That bad am I?"

Jack massaged his cheek.

"Or attractive… it depends on how you look at it…"

Molly crossed her arms and sat into her hip.

"So where's the bloke who knows what's really happening to me?

"Aye, let's get going shall we? It' late and being an old codger almost never has him in a good mood."

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Molly's stomach tightened considerably as Jack led her through Tortuga. It reminded her of why she left the town. Growing up there taught her street smarts and drinking games but it also showed her the shadier side of life. Rape, murder, kidnapping. All but the last Molly shied away from as a pirate. Shied meaning ran. Molly was afraid of getting hurt and all the time she was in Tortuga that's all she felt; unhealthy danger.

Jack knocked sharply on the door of a shabby wooden hut. Molly winced.

"You scared me." She shrugged.

The door swung open and a tall, lean old man scowled at the pair, his pockmarked features were exaggerated by the flame of the oil lamp he held in his hand.

His pale, bulgy eyes and overlong limbs gave him the appearance of an enormous stick insect.

His large watery eyes sized up Jack and then darted to Molly, who had been clenching her fists since the door opened. His eyes widened even more as they fell on Molly's angry face.

"Oh." She said coldly. "Hello Grandfather."

"Molly?" He stuttered, his voice was old and raspy. His demeanor became immediately colder.

"I'm sorry… you two have been acquainted?" Jack frowned.

"In a manner of speaking." They said in unison, glaring daggers at each other. Molly turned around and started walking away defiantly at the same moment the old man started closing the door.

Jack grimaced and stuck his foot in the door while grabbing Molly by the back of her bandana.

"Bryce mate… just hear me out savvy? Molly-"

"Captain Winters!" She snarled, tugging away from Jack, though she didn't make to leave.

The old man gave a barking laugh. Molly and Jack turned around, frowning.

"Captain?" He rasped, amusement filled his pale eyes.

"Yes." Molly said defiantly.

"Of wot? A row-boat?" The man sneered.

Before Jack could stop her, Molly had her pistol out and aimed at the old man.

"A pirate ship." She glared.

Bryce just laughed harder and Jack jumped between the pair. He pushed the barrel of Molly's gun aside gingerly before smiling innocently.

"One shot, right love? Wait for the opportune moment before using it."

"He's right lass! Carried his for near ten years!"

Molly shot her grandfather a hateful look and crammed the pistol back in her belt.

The three stood at the door, silent for a moment until Bryce finally spoke.

"Well I s'pose yeh best come in." He said less than enthusiastically. He winced when Molly's green eyes lingered dangerously on him as she crossed the thresh-hold after Jack.

Molly and Jack sat on a couch in the sitting room. Each on opposite ends, looking in different directions.

"I can't believe you brought me here." Molly muttered.

"So you're…related to Bryce then?" Jack ventured.

"Oh aye." Molly said bitterly. "I'm related to the bastard."

Jack nodded thoughtfully. "You two seem close."

Molly gave Jack a forbidding look that reminded him horribly of a certain ex-commodore.

She sighed and sat back into the couch.

"I used to live here. This is where I grew up, here in Tortuga, here in this house. All of us used to live here, mother, father, grandmother and grandfather." Molly dropped her voice to a whisper so that Jack had to move closer. "I hate this place Jack. It un-nerves me and always did… it's an unsafe place for the upbringing of a child." She paused. "One night, grandfather, being the fool that he is, sent me out to fetch some tea. On my way back from the store a gang of drunks approached me, they told me that I was to go with them. I refused and they tried to take me, I fought back and was given this…" She grabbed Jack's hand and ran it down the long scar on her back. He shuddered as his fingers skimmed the knotted flesh and his mind reconstructed the violent attack.

"And this too…" She pulled her belt low, revealing another scar at the top of her pelvic bone. She held his hand between her own as she gazed into his eyes. "My grandfather blamed me. He said it was my fault I was attacked, that I provoked the drunk men." Her face turned stony at the memory. "As soon as I was well enough to leave, I did so. Hoping never to return to this place."

"And abandoning your family!" Bryce boomed from the door. He crossed the room easily and placed the tea tray on the table, he sat in an armchair opposite of Jack and Molly and lit a pipe, he glowered at Molly who hastily released Jack's hand from her own.

"Aye grandfather! We were a close bunch when father wasn't drunk and beating me and mother!"

"Have some tea." Bruce grunted.

Molly hesitated. Tea wasn't high on her list of things she enjoyed drinking. Apparently Jack was thinking the same as he inspected the chipped china cup n the saucer.

"Got any rum to put in it?" He hazarded.

"I got lemon. It's that, or nuffin'" Bryce barked.

"Ah." Jack said, forcing a smile that only went as far as a twitch of the lips.

Molly took a hesitant sip of her tea, her pinky finger involuntarily springing into the air as it always had. 'a mark of sophistication' her father called it.

"So what have yeh been doing all these years poppet? After yeh left us to die."

Molly set her teacup back on the saucer.

"I didn't abandon you lot. I left hoping you'd be bright enough to follow suit."

"Yer mother went mad and yer father died searchin' for ye. How can yeh live with that on your mind yeh ingrate?" Bryce snapped.

"Easily." Molly drawled. "As I was the one who killed father."

"What?" Jack and Bryce chorused.

"Father was a vile man and his intentions were not good when he came to fetch me from the Cirrus twelve years ago."

"He loved you very much and he-"

"Came to find me so as to drag me home and beat me into submission, teaching me a lesson so I would never do it again? I wasn't going to let it happen again grandfather. I wasn't planning on returning ever."

There was an awkward silence following Molly's revelation. Jack was looking at Molly with a mixture of fear and admiration, Bryce was staring distantly into the fire.

"Grandmother died not too long ago…" He finally said. "She was taken after a long illness but even 'till her dyin' day she prayed for yeh to come back home."

Molly noticed the golden band still on Bryce's left finger and it made her feel sad. Grandmother was dead but grandfather still bore the mark of a married man. Proof that love went beyond death.

"Bryce mate…. Molly needs your help." Jack piped up, saying what he knew Molly would never.

"I will not help that ungrateful wench!" Bryce thundered, slamming his saucer on the table, slopping a great deal of tea. "She leaves her ailing family, drives her mother mad with grief and murders her father! Whatever her problem is let her suffer through it! She deserves nothing less!"

Molly was on her feet and next to her grandfather in a flash.

"Do I deserve to serve Lucifer himself for an eternity? Do you hate me that much grandfather?" She showed him the deadly sins marking her wrist. He gasped and his eyes widened as she stood in front of him, breathing hard.

"How did this happen?" Bryce breathed. Gazing hard at the black scrawl on his granddaughter.

"Jack dragged me here hoping you could tell me. So some help would be nice."

Bryce sighed angrily.

"Stupid girl." He spat, sitting back.

"What? Honestly I didn't consent to this!"

"Obviously!" Bryce snapped. "You're cursed Molly."

"Thanks for pointing that out! I never would have known!" Molly snapped back.

Moments later the two were on their feet, yelling.

Jack rolled his eyes and went over to the arguing family members.

"We're in a bit of a hurry, so if you'd be so inclined, I'd like to get out of here."

Molly sighed angrily. "You're right Jack. Grandfather, I need your help, I need to know what's going on and how I can stop it."

Bryce also calmed himself down.

"You are cursed my dear, but don't take the term lightly, aye, this curse was set in motion by the legendary pirate Blackbeard, a betrayed soul who has betrayed another 'till murder is marked in the manner of Blackbeard, marking you as foul as the cursed man himself. The only way you can free yourself from the curse is to obtain a single tear from Aquarius himself… he is your only hope… you must do this, lest Blackbeard himself take your soul to its grave."

Molly sat, her eyes wide, her heart pumping fast.

"Gibbs missed that part…" she whispered.

"If all seven of the deadly sins you commit, Blackbeard will come for you missy, and believe me, you won't be wanting that."

"Why?"

"Blackbeard died seven times over before his soul truly left him. That was when he was mortal, now he is the hunter for Lucifer, imagine how hard he'd be to kill now that he's dead." Bryce's eyes flicked up to Jack. "I've known you a long time Jack and I know you have expertise in this area… I ask you to accompany my granddaughter on her quest, help her and keep her safe."

"What's in it for me?"

"Ten bottles of rum."

"Twelve."

"Aye, a deal." Bryce said. "I'll have Seamus drop by the Pearl in the morning to drop them off." He looked sadly to Molly. "You've grown up poppet, I regret what happened in the past and I suppose there is nothing I can do to change it."

"No." Molly said. "There isn't, but so long as I forgive you my conscience will be clear. Thank you Grandfather, you have indeed proved your worth." Molly hugged her grandfather and turned to Jack. "Well, we best be going mate, we have an astrological… bloke to appeal to.

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"Grandfather said something about you having expertise… what did he mean?" Molly asked as she and Jack wandered through Tortuga, on the way back to the Pearl.

"Cursed pirates, Davy Jones… and just about everything else under sea and sun. Ol' Blackbeard ain't no trouble at all the way I see it."

"It's good to be with you then Jack." Molly smiled, linking arms with the pirate.

"Jack! Jack Sparrow!"

Molly turned around half expecting to see another angry whore but instead saw a handsome man and an elegant woman running towards them.

The woman's eyes lingered on Molly and Jacks linked arms and Molly separated quickly, knowing suddenly exactly who this girl was.

"Will! Elizabeth! What are two decent people like you wandering around a scum hole like Tortuga?" Jack grinned.

"Looking for you." Will said. "Elizabeth and I have some news we thought you might like to hear."

Molly stared at Elizabeth. Her brown wavy hair framed her sharply angled face and her brown eyes were gentle. So the fabled Eliabeth Swann is right in front of me….

"Well come on back to the Pearl and we can chat eh?" Jack boomed, he turned around right into Molly. "Ah yes! By the way, this is Miss Molly Winters, she be accompanying the crew for a while. Miss Winters, Elizabeth Swann."

Molly forced a smile and shook Elizabeth's clean hand.

"A pleasure Miss Swann."

"And here is her husband William Turner."

"Aye, the eunuch right?"

Will glared at Jack. Who shrugged innocently in return.

"Couldn't resist telling her mate." He shrugged.