"A talk? You dragged me up here for a talk?" Tiffany asked, irritation clear in her voice.
"Well there are other things I coulda dragged ye up 'ere for. But a talk'll do fer now." Tiffany eyed the man, coldly.
"Well, talk." She ordered.
"Don't forget, missy, tha' this is me ship not yers. I'll have ye flogg'd if I hear anymore lip from ye. And that'd be a mighty shame." Tiffany shut up. She knew she wouldn't be killed, as then the captain in front of her would have nothing to lure Jack with, yet she didn't fancy the idea of nine pieces of leather tearing into her soft skinned back. She fixed her eyes on the floor.
"Well, lass, what's yer name?" Tiffany looked up, and almost fell from the chair. The man was standing so close to her she could smell him. It was not a good smell, she decided.
"I'm Tiffany." The man nodded.
"Well, Tiffany, I suppose Edward told ye all about the events leading up to the kidnapping. He always was a sucker for a pretty face."
"Do you know what? I'm a sucker for roses, me." Tiffany said, trying to side step the discussion that was bound to present itself.
"Well pretty faces and roses are incredibly similar, ye see?" Tiffany looked at the man. And then it hit her.
He was crazy. Actually insane. The eyes. The manic grin…
"How are roses like pretty faces?" Tiffany asked the man. He smiled, revealing rotting yellow teeth.
"People like pretty faces. People like roses. Even if the roses have thorns, the appeal of them is the same. A pretty face, like yerself, my love, they look lovely yet they have hidden flaws. Thorns so it were." The man grinned.
"Uh, you do realise you haven't told me your name, sir?" Tiffany asked.
"Jest call me Grey, that'll do fer now." He put a hand on her face. He was cold and Tiffany pulled away.
"So, lass, I suppose ye wanna know wha' we wan' ye fer? Well, Sparrow has crossed me more than once and it seems he's finally found some one he may care for, other than 'imself, tha' is. Anyway now I need to get some one back and for that I need Sparrow. And what better way to get 'im than by finding a weakness. You. So tell me. Do ye love him?" Tiffany watched Grey walk back and forth.
"I…" He smirked at the stuttering woman.
"I'm getting married." She said. Grey grinned.
"Ah, married. I never got married, pirates don't settle down well."
"Really? I would never have guessed." Grey put a hand on her jaw. She was suddenly looking into grey eyes.
"It's not befittin' of a lady to 'ave such an outspoken nature. Or are ye not such a lady as ye were? I would suppose Sparrow has had his way with ye?" Tiffany turned away.
"So you're using me to lure Jack here, so you can…capture him? Am I right? What makes you think he'll come?" Grey grinned.
"Ah because just as yer a sucker fer roses, Jack is a sucker for innocence. 'E was never innocent. He's been a pirate all his life. And now ye, the innocent, little, rich girl, all naïve, has been kidnapped because of him. What do ye expect 'im to do? He'll come afta ye." Grey walked in circles around the chair Tiffany was sitting in. She saw him like his lips. He was like a vulture.
"And me? What's to become of me?" He walked up behind her and bent down so his mouth was by her ear.
"It depends if I like ye or no." He breathed in her scent. She shuddered.
"Ye can stay here with me or ye can go back t' the brig. What'll it be?" Tiffany frowned.
"The brig, if you please." Grey let out a low growl.
"Edward!" Grey's sudden shout startled Tiffany. Edward walked in, blood dripping from his nose. Edward made a lunge for Tiffany. Grey smirked.
"What happened to you?" Edward had Tiffany against the wall, his fingers making prints on her neck, her feet barely touching the floor.
"Bloody wench elbowed me." Tiffany was gasping for air, trying desperately to get Edward from her.
"Let 'er go, Edward. We need 'er alive. For now anyways." Tiffany plummeted to the floor, landing in a heap by Grey's feet. He pulled her up and handed her to Edward. Edward nodded at Grey and pulled Tiffany from the cabin.
"I can't help but wonder if Sparrow will come and get you. You seem more trouble than you're worth." Edward hissed as he pushed her into a damp, musty cell. She stumbled and fell to the floor.
"He will come…" She hoped anyway.
"Cap'n, the Navy are on our tail again." Jack spun around to Gibbs.
"I thought we agreed that we were to leave and they were to go to Port Royal. Bloody Navy never keep to their side of the deal." Gibbs shrugged.
"But, Cap'n, I believe they are tryin' to get us to stop. Seems they're in distress, maybe." Jack furrowed his brow.
"Lower anchor! Let them come up along side us. Then come get me." He sauntered off into his cabin, intending to find a bottle of rum. He saw one but he also saw a piece of blue ribbon. He picked it up and played with it. Tiffany always wore ribbon in her hair. And there was that song she would sing.
"Oh, bloody hell! Been tryin' to get that bloody girl outta my head for the last three days and she just keeps turning up!" He chucked the ribbon aside and reached for the rum. Rum normally did the trick but for some reason he didn't get that same feeling did when he got drunk with Tiffany that last time.
"Even the rum is against me…" He muttered and glared at it.
"Uh, Cap'n, Navy's alongside us." Jack turned to Gibbs.
"What do they want?" Gibbs shrugged. Jack sighed and stood up. He swaggered up from his cabin and was faced by a selection of people. First stood Will and Elizabeth looking worried and holding onto each other. Next stood James Norrington and a slightly shorter woman, who Jack had never seen. Finally stood the two fathers, Weatherby Swann and Sir Thomas Devrell. James stepped forward.
"Mr. Sparrow…"
"Captain, Captain Sparrow." Jack corrected. James sighed.
"Captain Sparrow, we need your help." James said, his eyes fixed on Jack. Jack smirked.
"You need my help? Well, well, what could you possibly need my help for?" Jack asked, flailing his arms and bottle of rum around. Elizabeth walked up to Jack and took the rum.
"This is no time to be drinking." Jack turned to Gibbs.
"Hide the rum…" Gibbs nodded. Jack then turned back to Elizabeth.
"Why do ye need my help, Elizabeth, Will? Who's been stolen this time?" Jack said, jokingly. She burst into tears. Will rushed to comfort her. The other woman stepped forward.
"I'm Maria, Tiffany's friend…" She was cut off by Elizabeth.
"You weren't her friend…you practically betrayed her." Maria blushed and hung her head, ashamed. Jack looked around as did the two fathers.
"Are we missing something?" He asked pointing a finger to the sky. Elizabeth nodded but didn't say anything else. Jack looked suspiciously at Maria.
"I should know. You need my help therefore I should get to know." Elizabeth glared at Jack.
"I'll take that as you'll tell me later. So what's going on? Why are ye on my ship? Especially you three…" He said to the Commodore and the high status men.
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