Tricking the Devil:Chapter One
Here it is chapters two please enjoy and review….I love a good rhyme

Joshamee Gibbs was an old man, not geriatrics old but, old because he hated anything complicated and loved a set routine. His own routine which had varied very little over the past 15 years went like so: Get up, drink, get to the office, drink, and help protégé set up for whatever con they were doing, drink, follow through on the plan, drink, con some punk college kids, drink and go to bed.

It was a set routine that had worked for him for years. So when his protégé/partner for the last nine years told him of the mother of all 'billions of things could go wrong' plans he practically choked on his rum.

"Absolutely bloody not Jack, no way in the seven hells!" Gibbs whispered harshly as he wiped the few drips of stray rum from his lips.

"Actually there are nine levels of hell and why bloody not?" Jack answered back as he took a drink of rum his favorite drink. Jack's dark brown eyes were alive with a mischievous gleam.

"Jack, I'm an old man." Gibbs began wearily "I got this way from not taking fool hardy chances." Gibbs said as he sat back in his chair and poured himself another shot of rum.

"Gibbs mate you said you were looking to retire, this job could mean that." Jack persisted sitting abruptly in his seat.

"Jack this is a fool's errand." Gibbs said shaking his head slightly, his own voice grave.

"Then it's a very good thing I'm not a fool then aye." Jack responded tartly he was a tiny bit insulted Gibbs did not think him capable of doing the job.

Captain Jack Sparrow had been stealing since he was he was old enough to crawl. He had been caught in his early years but never once convicted or sent to jail, lady luck as Jack thought seemed to favor him.

He had learned the art of the con on his own by the time he was sixteen by picking up the fact he could lie and act very well when an opportune moment presented itself. Thinking to take his act on the road Jack at the age of seventeen joined the British Navy and quickly bribed and blackmailed his way to captain before he was caught by special intelligence and dishonorably discharged.

It was Gibbs who had caught Jack and he too was a con artist; seeing the potential Jack had decided to take him under his wing and that was almost nine years ago. Gibbs looked at Jack, a wave of nostalgia came over him, Jack still looked young, he was only twenty-nine yet Gibbs was now an old man, funny how time seemed to fly, but back to the topic at hand.

"Hector Barbbosa is not a man to suffer fools or to strike a bargain with them." Gibbs said looking solemn.

"What, you don't think you can do this?" Jack asked taking out a cigarette case from his pocket and a lighter. He quickly lit one and took a deep drag.

Gibbs took a deep sigh; Jack was right he was looking to retire and settle down some place warm with ever flowing alcohol, the job could mean that. However, it could also mean their lives if any part of the job went wrong. Then again this job could be one for the history books: the pros out weighed the cons and Gibbs shrugged.

"All right I'll do it but it is my final job you hear?" Gibbs held up his arm to attract the attention of a passing waitress. Whisky is what he wanted now after all it was going to take a lot of nerve to pull this con off.

The two were about to discuss the details of the venture and Jack Sparrow former Captain of the special ops team of Great Britain, and one of them most dishonest men alive smiled charmingly.

Not far from where Gibbs and Jack were drinking there was a condominium complex about eight miles away. It was completely modern and contemporary which was a nice way of explaining it was very, very expensive. Of the fifty who lived their only one person owned their place. Her name was Elizabeth Swann and she was a waitress.

One might wonder how a simple waitress could buy a totally modern apartment short of being married to a rich man. Well the answer was very simple she was not the one paying for it, others were in two ways. One was Elizabeth could hack her way into any system and skims the accounts of major corporations. She only took enough to pay her smaller bills, say five thousand per account. She had made quite a name for herself in the computer world many hackers of various levels commended her on her fine skills.

The second way she paid for things was by credit cards that belong to other people. The government would call her an identity thief but Elizabeth hated that title because she did not become you in anyway she merely took your name long enough to use the card she had made with your account information on it.

Elizabeth at the moment was getting ready to go to work at a sports bar called Score it was the only place in London that played all American sports. It was a tourist place but it suited Elizabeth's needs perfectly. It was a cover job.

Elizabeth was currently in her home on one her livelihood: her computer. She was currently working on a new program to break codes on any account. It was very hard work.

A knock on her door snapped Elizabeth out of her motions and she stood up slightly grateful for a chance to rest and went to answer it. Making sure on her way to close and lock up the room which held her computers, hard drives, very expensive modems that led federal officers on wild goose chases and a card making machine.

Elizabeth opened her front door to find her ex-boyfriend William Turner standing outside with a bouquet of long stem red roses. Elizabeth sighed but plastered a smile on her face, she may have been a thief but she was a polite one.

"Hello Will, what can I help you with?" Elizabeth hoped if she kept things business like he might leave right away; no such luck he stayed put a puppy dog look in his eyes.

"Elizabeth." He half whispered her name in awe. Elizabeth wonder why she thought when he said it like that she thought it sweet and attractive but now it was just annoying.

"Elizabeth please marry me, if you did I would take such good care of you." Will asked holding out the roses to her.

Elizabeth looked away, "Will I don't need you to look after me." She turned back to him and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Elizabeth." Will said her name again in a shuddering breath. "I can take you away from a life of crime."

Elizabeth not wanting to marry Will but not wanting him to cause a scene and call the cops on her took a single red rose from the bouquet and meekly spoke in a low voice.

"I'll think about it Will." She smiled slightly and Will returned the smile he was happy with the answer for now.

"Alright I can wait a bit linger if you want to, I'll see you later." He pushed pass the door a kissed Elizabeth chastely on the lips. Elizabeth smiled as he pulled back and left.

Elizabeth went back inside her home and shut the door. She leaned against the door for a moment listening to Will's retreat and then examined the rose in her hand. Will, had once again forgot she hated red roses. Tossing the flower into the trash, Elizabeth went to her bedroom to change, she forgotten again she had to be at work but thankfully Will showing up had reminded her of responsibility.