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"Now ya tell me 'ow ya got to know our dearest friend Cutler."

"Well, me story's simple, luv. I decided to be a pirate. I was young and stupid and mutinied upon and caught by the East Indian Company and that's how I met our dear friend. That's just it."

Chris had a feeling Jack wasn't telling her everything. He loved telling stories, especially about himself, exaggerating a lot, but now he didn't. But she decided it didn't matter. The journey to Port Royal would take about four five days she estimated. And then…

She decided to get some sleep and shifted to lean against the wall. Jack was once again jerked by the chain.

"Yer know, luv, after all, it ain't that bad, yer see. We have this cozy little cell all for ourselves, and about five days of complete privacy. Might as well take advantage of this opportune moment, aye?"

During speaking Jack leaned so close to Chris that their noses were almost touching.

"Aye."

Chris answered and leaned even closer, so now their lips were almost touching. Jack grinned and leaned in for a kiss. Chris brushed her lips against his quickly and jerked back.

"I'm takin' this opportune moment to get some sleep."

She said, leaned back and shut her eyes.

Why didn't I just kill her?!

Those five days were passing very slowly for Jack and Chris. Cutler didn't show his ugly face even once and there even were no guards to talk to. They were getting water and some meal that looked like scraps from Cutler's dinner table only once a day. And Chris admitted to herself that she wouldn't be at all surprised if they really were. Plus there was no rum. All this started getting on the nerves of both of them. They spent the whole second day arguing and blaming each other for everything that happened between them in the past, that was happening now and even whose fault the future events will be. By the third day Chris had just enough.

"I 'ave a plan."

"A plan? Yer know that when yer have a plan and plan to do everything according to plan that things will never go according to said plan? That's why it's better to have no plan, 'cause than there's no things that couldn't go according to plan. Savvy?"

Chris rolled her eyes.

"Just listen. I know Cutler and-"

"Oh, so yer know Cutler." Jack said mockingly.

"Yes, I know Cutler, but not-"

"And just how well yer know him, luv?"

"Bloody 'ell, Jack, stop startin' an argument again, shut up and listen!"

Now it was Jack's time to roll his eyes. He liked angering Chris, the time passed quicker if they quarreled.

"As I said, I know Cutler," at this Jack opened his mouth but then closed it again, "so if we pretend we wanna kill each other right 'ere, 'e'd come to check, 'cause 'e'd 'ate to 'ave nobody to 'ang. And we can use that opportune moment and try to escape, free the rest of the crew and take this bloody ship by surprise. It's night, most people'll be sleepin'."

Jack though for a while.

What the hell. Ain't nothing better to do here anyways. And we could succeed.

"Alright, luv."

They lunged for each other, which was quite hard because of the chain binding them together. It would probably look even funny to an observer if there was any. But they succeeded in making enough noise by screaming and shouting obscenities at each other and crashing into the bars that finally they heard rushing footsteps on the stairs which lead to the brig.

By the time Cutler and five other men got to the cell to open the doors, Chris was pretending to throttle Jack who was putting on quite a performance of choking noises and popping eyes and he also managed to hoarsely call for help. When the five men crammed themselves into the cell to yank them apart, Chris and Jack shifted their attention from each other and threw themselves on them. Cutler's soldiers didn't expect it, so two were taken care of by the first blows. The remaining three tried to pull out their swords but that proved to be impossible in the small space the cell was providing. Then one of the soldiers succeeded in punching Jack so hard in the face that he was taken back a few inches by the power of the blow, jerking Chris back with him. That was the crucial moment. The next moment Chris and Jack found themselves pinned to the wall by the three soldiers. The fight was over. Cutler stepped into the cell with a victorious smile.

"Under any other circumstances I would gladly just watch you two kill each other, but as my duties are to hang you in Port Royal... "

He nodded to his men and left. The men unshackled Chris and Jack from each other and because there were no cells left to separate them into, they chained them separately at each end of the bars instead, so they couldn't reach each other and then left as well.

"Nice plan."

Jack muttered as he felt his face for the black eye that would form itself tomorrow.

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