Tricking the Devil: Chapter Two

Hope you enjoy: Shill is the helper of a conman, and a Mark is the person being conned…great stories behind the names but to long to get into. Next chapter will be centered on Liz, Will and some Jack but mostly Liz and why Will drives her crazy. So please review and enjoy!

Three days and several short cons later, Gibbs was sitting in what he called his home but honestly looked more like a junkyard with all the broken knickknacks and trash that littered the place, he was relaxing in his old lazy boy recliner watching a rugby game drinking a six pack.

As he sat drinking and his eyes staring blankly at the game he was actually thinking that Jack Sparrow was indeed daft.

Gibbs could understand conning Barbossa; he could understand trying to take him for a million, but, to ask for eight million in cash…was just a daft thing to do. But Gibbs said he would do this con as his last, and plus he made a side bet with Jack if they pulled it off he'd eat his old slippers and Gibbs never turned down a bet.

So letting the worry drain from his mind he relaxed into his chair, popped open a beer and watched as the players bashed into each other.

Former Captain Jack Sparrow, who kept the title because he felt it suited him, was sitting in his kitchen of his stylish flat in central London putting the finishing touches on the officially forged bank document. It was a simple note that would hopefully lure Babosaa to spend some money to make money.
It stated:

Good day Mr. Hector Barbossa,

I am president of Marytime Bank in South London, England and have a most opportune venture for you. The venture I speak off would require little of your time yet would make you millions of dollars for that time.

The venture is this; millions of dollars have been procreated from certain activates regarding government control of other nations wealth during war times. The money cannot be moved; however it can be moved into foreign currency. If you will help me and a few others invested, it can be done with out alerting the Officials.

In this envelope is a first class ticket to London if you decided to come. Call the number on the next page and we shall set up a meeting. Remember the opportune moment waits for no one.

Sincerely,

President Zukerkorn

Jack quickly signing the fake name and making sure to place the plane ticket inside the envelope sealed it and smiled in pride at his excellent work.

The first step to the con was done now all he needed was to get himself and Gibbs ready. Plus he had to do a bit more research on Barbossa before he arrived, Jack hoped it would not be difficult research, the book work was more of Gibbs' forte but since this was Jack's idea Gibbs was merely a shill in the con.

With the work finished Jack dropped the letter on the kitchen table and went to take care of the job he really did not want to do.

Going to his bathroom he took one last look at his trade mark facial hair and shoulder length long hair. Taking out the necessary tools he began to cut it and shave. He always cut his hair himself because Jack believed those schooled in beauty knew nothing about it.

After cleaning up the mess and admiring his new younger twenty-five looking face he grabbed his black leather coat from the couch, along with his keys and the letter and went out to get what he and Gibbs needed for the con.

After mailing the letter Jack went to an upper town men's suit store and bought two new suits for the con for Gibbs and himself. He paid cash, which had surprised the young woman working the resister as the suits rang up thirty-five hundred dollars American, still she gave him a smile along with her number and Jack gave her a grin and left the small paper. Jack knew she was only after his hard-earned stolen cash.

Jack then went to drop the suits off at Gibbs' place. Gibbs took one look at the brown and a size to small suit and made an annoyed face.

"I hate brown…and it's too small." Gibbs whined while going to open his last beer. Jack took the beer from Gibbs and drank. Gibbs wished he could have shot Jack just then.

"High-time you went on a diet mate." said Jack and after he finished the beer left Gibbs' place and went to a local pub to have another drink and to find an easy mark to tie him over for a while.

Jack sat in a corner booth facing the door so he could read the marks that came in and out. He was on his third beer of the day when an easy mark came walking in behind three of his pals.

The mark was fairly around Jack's height and had short curly brown hair, brown puppy dog eyes and a goofy smile. Jack could tell this guy tried to see everything through a pair of rose colored glasses.

Unlucky for you mate…

The mark was also the only one still wearing his name tag from work. Jack was trying to decide with short term con would be best when the Will Turner pulled out an ATM card. Jack silently thanked Will in his head; the bloke had chosen for him.

Knowing that the particular pub did not accept checks or cards of any kind, Will Turner would have to go to the bank only a two minute walk from the pub. Jack slipped on his sun glasses, paid for his drink, and discreetly followed Will out of the establishment.

Jack saw Will enter the local bank, this showed Will preferred to talk to people then to get the cash from a machine which was faster…that meant Will was a people person. So when Will came out a few minutes later and Jack called to him, Jack could only smile on how easy it was to bait Will.

"'Scuse me, sir." Jack stopped in front of Will. Will smiled warily at Jack.

"Yes how can I help you sir."

Jack took out his wallet and gave it a very fast flip. "Special agent Roux is the name and I have a favor to ask of you."

Will puffed out his chest slightly; guys like Will always wanted to help people. "How can I be of service?" Will asked.

"The teller that just helped you has been under investigation for counterfeiting money for sometime. I need you to help me catch him." Jack paused to allow his words to sink into Will's head.

"Erik, are you sure? I have known him for years." Will said shock through out his voice.

"Yes often times it is those who you least expect…but are you willing to help you government put a criminal behind bars?" Jack asked putting the right note of solemn understanding in his voice.

Will looked uncertain but nodded yes, Jack smiled inwardly…it was too easy.

"You are a good man sir, now here is what you do. You take out half of your savings; make sure you get the same teller. Then you have him put the money in an envelope and do not touch it at all, bring me the money, I bag it." Jack pulled out a plastic bag from his coat pocket. (Jack usually had butterscotch candies in the bag but he forgot to empty out his pockets and refill).

"Then I give you a note to take to the manager he will return the money you took out as he knows about this operation. Are we clear sir?" Jack asked and Will nodded in understanding and went back inside the bank.

A few minutes later Will came back out holding an envelope. Jack took out a pen and paper, (he was slightly amazed at what he found in his pockets at times.)

"Nine thousand dollars Agent Roux." Will informed Jack and put the money in the plastic bag and sealed it. Jack wrote down the price and something else and folded the paper. Will handed over the money and Jack handed over the note.

"Thank you very much and your country thanks you." Jack said placing the money in his pocket and watched Will head back inside.

When Will managed to get a hold of a bank manager and then find out that he had been conned when the manager denied anything about government investigations, Jack was already driving home in his Pontiac GTO nine thousand dollars richer.