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Chapter 3
Sam sighed and looked over at Jack. Jack leaned against the wall of the cell they were sharing. The morons in the cell next to them were trying to coax the dog with the keys to come close so they could get out. They whistled and called to the raggedy looking dock. Sam pushed her black hair of her shoulder and moved over to the cell door. "That dog is never going to move, mates."
"Well excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet, Princess." Sam cringed and glared at the man who said that. Sam looked up at Jack.
"Any ideas yet, mate?" Jack shook his head and pulled his hat lower, over his eyes. Sam sighed and sat back. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a guard entered. He looked angry. His face was red, and sweat beads stuck to his forehead. Sam sighed again, and hoped nothing bad would happen. The guard walked along the cells, and stopped in front of Jack and Sam's cell.
"You. The pirate woman. On your feet." Sam slid as she got up and held on to the bars.
"Aye?" The guard glared at her.
"Commodore Norrington wants a word with you." The guard pulled a key from his pocket, and opened the door just enough so Sam could side out. The guard quickly slammed the door, making Jack jump back. The guard slid the key into his pocket, and led Sam up the stairs. Sam glanced at his pocket where the key was, and tried to think of how she might get the key. The guard opened the door in front of her and waited for her to enter. Sam walked into the room slowly and looked around. The door closed behind her. There was a desk, some book shelves, a chair, and some other things just in the room, looking as if they were just thrown around.
"Madam, welcome." The Commodore stood up from his chair, and walked over to her. Sam looked up at him, smiling a little. It was the same man she had seen earlier when he was arrested. He still was wearing that stupid wig, but still had that handsome sense to him. Sam liked his eyes. They were hard and cold, but there was sensitivity behind them. It was hidden behind the cold blue eyes, but Sam was sure it was still there somewhere. "Please sit down."
The Commodore motioned to a chair close to the desk. Sam sat down, still looking at him. The Commodore smiled at her, which was strange for her, since she hadn't expected him to do so. "What business do you have calling me here, Commodore?"
"Well, Madam…" The Commodore sat down on his desk, sitting in front of her. "I have a proposition for you." Sam raised an eyebrow and looked up at him.
"A proposition for me? What good would it do for me?" Sam was suspicious. Usually men who did stuff like this wanted some kind of pay in return.
"Well…for starters…" The Commodore played with his uniform jacket for a moment and then removed it. "I can get you out of jail scott-free."
Sam chewed on her lip as she thought. "What is it you want in return, Commodore?"
"I would like you to agree to be my servant in my household and a regular citizen in society." Sam was steamed now. How dare he suggest that!
"The answer is no! NO NO NO NO NO! I WILL NEVER STOOP TO THAT LEVEL OF LIFE! NEVER!" Sam got up from and chair and headed to the door. The Commodore looked at her, scared of that temper. Sam slammed the door and left.
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Commodore Norrington sat on his desk and sighed. He had hoped she would have gone for that idea. She could have escaped her hanging at the gallows. She could finally explain to him why she looked at him the way she did. She could finally finish being a pirate and settle down with a rich man in with the Royal Navy. But she said no.
Tomorrow was the hanging. Commodore Norrington could not grant her clemency…even if he did, she would only sail away on a boat with Jack Sparrow if he got away, and he would never have his chance with the lady pirate.
Commodore Norrington got up from his desk and headed out the door. It was time for his rounds.
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Sam opened her eyes slowly. It was the middle of the night. Cannons were firing all around. Sam looked to see Jack already at the cell window. "I know those guns! Luv, it's the pearl!"
Sam jumped up and hurried over to Jack, and looked out the window with him. It was indeed the pearl. The men in the cell next to them, looked through bars, trying to get a glance of the ship. "The Black Pearl? I've heard stories…They go port to port and leave no survivors."
"Mate…if they leave no survivors, where do the stories come from then?" Sam asked. The man opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped and thought about it. Sam sighed, and then looked up again. "Hit the deck!"
Sam pulled Jack down with her just as a cannonball hit the wall. Jack looked up to see a hole now formed in the cell next to him. The men slowly climbed out of hole. "My sympathies friends. It seems you have no matter of luck at all."
Sam groaned, and cursed. "No shit, Sherlock." Sam turned to Jack to see him stooping down to the level of the other pirates, begging the dog for the key. He picked up the bone the guys had been using to coax the dog closer. The dog came out from under the bench and looked at Jack.
"Here doggie, doggie, doggie. Its just you, me and aunt Sammie. That's right, just you, old Jack and aunt Sammie. Come on doggie." Sam groaned in reply. Jack glanced back at her, and then back at the dog. "Come here, you stupid, slimy good for nothing-"
Jack stopped mid-sentence as the dog heard a door slam close and walked off with the keys in its mouth. "I didn't mean it! Get back here!"
Sam giggled. Jack looked up at Sam, partly speechless. "What's wrong, Jack? Dog got your tongue, along with the keys?" Jack glared at her, and laid back in the cell. Another bang erupted from another door and two pirates walked in.
"This ain't the armory!" One yelled at his companion. The companion winced and looked away, making him spot Jack and Sam in the cell. The pirate grinned at them.
"Well, well, well…look what we have here. It's Captain Sparrow and Blasted Bastard Bryne." Sam growled at him, and ran to the door of the cell. Jack touched her shoulder, and she moved over for Jack.
"Last time we saw you two, you were all alone on that godforsaken spit of land. You fortunes haven't improved much. But maybe, Sparrow, you can screw Bryne and make her a real pirate. That might help your fortunes a bit." Sam kicked at the cell door and growled again. How dare he poke fun at the fact she was still a virgin!
"Let me kill him, Jack! Let me kill him!" Sam reached arms out through the cell bars, aiming for the pirate's neck. But he moved, and she missed.
"Might want to worry about your own fortunes, lad. The deepest circle of hell is for betrayers, mutineers and arse holes who don't appreciate women who can whip you and sit you on your sorry ass anytime." Jack snarled. One of the pirates reached through the grabbed Jack by the neck, making Jack choke a little.
"You know nothing of Hell." Jack looked down at the arm of the pirate, and saw as the moonlight hit his arm, the cloth of his sleeve went ragged, and his arm turned into a skeleton bone. Sam gasped, looking at it.
"So there is a curse…" The pirate nodded at Sam. "And the stories? They're true too?"
The pirate nodded and let go of Jack. Jack gave a cough and picked up the bone off the cell floor. The pirates left the cells in a huff. Sam looked at Jack as he examined the bone. "What are you thinking, mate? You have another plan?"
"Sorry, luv…How about you get some rest? I'll watch to make sure we don't get killed in our sleep with all those cannons and such." Sam nodded, and laid her hat over her eyes, laying her head against the cell.
"Jack…" Sam closed her eye, breathing slower. "What's our next plan of action after we get out of here?"
"Get a ship I suppose and find someone stupid enough to give us one." Sam snickered.
"That will be interesting…" Jack nodded and still examined the bone in his hand.
"Yes, luv. It will be interesting. Very interesting."