Another chapter installment of TOTCHH! Long acronym I know...
Also this is a short chapter, a little jail breaking, a little humor, just a little prelude for the next chapter...
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Six years later 16 years old
"Oh bugger. Why oh why did we have ta port in Royal?" Jack said irritated as he banged his head against the grungy stone wall of the cell.
"Someone probably peed on that wall." Alastia muttered next to him, habitually picking under her nails.
Jack recoiled his face from the wall with a sour look upon his face.
"That would explain the smell…"
Jack swept his long wavy locks out of his face as he sat beside Alastia in boredom.
"How long do ye think we be staying in here til Dad can convince that retched sailor to let us loose."
Alastia still seeming uninterested looked at Jack, who she'd been thrown into a cell with.
His long wavy hair was swept back, his dirtied tunic and white flared shirt stained by the running, escaping, and traveling the two teenagers did before being the last ones being caught from the entire crew. His red sash layed torn and dirty, somewhat in the same fashion as everything else.
"Well the sailor, I'd reckon still wants his shipment of good ol rum, I'd doubt he'd let the crew of The Misty Lady, along with the Keeper Of The Code be hanged. Wouldn't be to go fer his fixation yea? So maybe a day, or tonight. When it be dark, and the lousy guards are away, napping at their homes."
Jack looked at Alastia. Her long wavy beautiful locks reached down to the end of her shoulder blades, which were covered in a tan blouse, her brown belted breeches showing off her curves unintentionally, as her leather tri tipped hat halfway covered her face.
Wait, she never had a tri-tipped hat.
"Aye, where did you get the hat?" Jack said looking at it curiously.
"Stole it while we were running through that pub. I liked it." Alastia said smiling.
"… That was mad fun, aye. I swore those bloody coats couldn't catch us."
"But they did."
Alastia pondered for a moment. What did she want to do with the rest of her life? Sail under Captain Teague for the rest of her life?
No.
She wanted to be the one to command a crew, sail the seas at her call, and to let the Navy and Marines fear her and her ship.
She wanted to be a Captain.
"Jack?" Alastia said softly.
"What?" Jack said, not as rude but just in a tired voice.
"What do you want to do?" Alastia asked.
"Get out of here." Jack said with a sly grin.
"No not that, like, wit the rest o' yer life?" Alastia tried to act serious but failed miserably.
"I think it's too soon to tell. I don't plan, I… just…do." Jack snickered stealing Alastia's hat from her and placing it on his head.
"Hey! That was mine!"
"Nay! On the contrary, it was neva really yours now was it?" Jack said smirking.
"I just borrowed without planning ta give it back…" Alastia muttered, still a grin that Jack caused plastered on her tanned olive skin.
"Aye, take what you can…" Jack started.
"And give nothin' back." Alastia finished.
"And that means your hat." Jack said, fitting the hat snugly on his head.
"I was born a thief Jack, I'll get it back before you realize its even off yer own head." Alastia said sighing.
"I... I want ta be a Captain, Jack. Captain Alastia Delante! Captain of a fiercelike ship, scouring the seas!-"
"It be bad luck to-" Jack was muttering to himself
"Don't you dare say what I think you were going to say, Jack Sparrow." Alastia said murderously. She was sick of predjudices.
Jack's eyes went wide. Oh bugger.
"Er, what I meant was, that you are plenty woman Alastia."
"That's not cutting it Jack."
"… and, oh bugger, and we all know how fierce ye are, no doubt bout that, yer enough woman for an entire ship!" Jack said trying to go off topic to save his arse from getting slapped.
"Is that so?" Alastia said unbelieving.
Jack hesistated, as for some odd reason , bubbles formed in his stomach as he inadvertently spoke words that his mind had thought.
"Well , no that's not what I be meanin' ta say. Oh bloody hell. You're going to make a fine captain. Not fine as in like you look good, uh i mean not that you don't look good, your beautiful, beautifully beautiful, the-"
The cell door clanked softly with the keys undoing its hinges, and a sailor with brown sideburns opened the door softly.
"Hurry up you no good pirates!" He said in a hurried whisper, as Jack promptly stood up, the shaddow of the hat hiding his slightly flustered face. Thank Gibbs for saving him from utter embarrassment.
"Finally ol Gibbs! Made the deal wit me Dad I see? Can't seem ta let the good ol rum go eh? No matter, I'm glad I'm out of this bloody cell. Now, where to Gibby ol pal?" Jack said cheekily.
"That's Mr. Gibbs ta you ya little no good thief."
Alastia followed behind Jack out the cell ,giving Jack a peculiar look that he couldn't see as she passed by Jack and Gibbs, but proceeded to unhook her and Jack effects off the wall, tossing his to him.
What was Jack trying to say before being interrupted by ol man Gibbs?
"Ah, good ta be free. An he ain't the thief Mista Gibbs, I am." Alastia said holding up Gibb's coin pouch tauntingly, which she had pickpocketed when she glided past him to get her effects.
Alastia tossed him back his coin pouch to an irritated Mr. Gibbs, smiling at her great accomplishment to irritate the man.
"Bloody pirates, even more bad luck to be around a woman pirate…" Gibbs said.
"Spare me Mista Gibbs! Now, can we please get out of this prison?" Alastia said, her sword, dagger, and pistol ( which she had been itching to use) buckled upon her belt.
"Now where's me Dad?" Jack asked as they cut across a corner, moving silently in shadows.
"Already on the ship bout a mile off port behind the Isle. You'll have ta swim to not get caught by the Marines on watch." Gibbs said as he led the pirate children to freedom.
Gibbs couldn't believe he was doing this. Helping pirates that is. Of course Teague and him always had a friendly past, including if there was rum involved. So if the rum trade was still in effect he would risk breaking out the pirate children.
"Aye" Gibbs says while walking toward the door and hiding off to the side, signaling the two of them to come over quietly.
"There be one guard left on duty tonight. I gots in just fine on my own, but with you both, there might be questions and nothin but trouble."
"I'll handle this." Jack says, adjusting his tri tip hat downward before confidently making his way through the door.
"What are you doing!? Ah hell..." Gibbs goes while trying to reach out and stop him, only failing and getting ready for the worst.
Jack casually struts while he passes the guard by the entrance.
"Top of the evening, good gent." He says in a deep voice, continuing his walk without even looking at the guard.
"Hold it" Jack hears before the sound of a rifle click behind his head.
"Bugger." Jack said smiling as he turned to see the short, pudgy redcoat holding the rifle promptly at the back of his head.
"What are ye doing out of your cell!"
"Well gent, and mighty fine gent. I believe I can go free."
" And how you suppose that?" The not so bright man said with a sneer.
"Cause I done no wrong, Ya see... Can I call you Marvin? Ya see Marvin, I'm not a pirate, or the sort of those motely crew! And neither was me friend."
Jack said smiling, using his silver tongue to worm his way out of this situation.
"Wait a minute! Where did you get that there hat?" He eyed the boy suspiciously.
Now he wasn't so sure that Jack's story of not being a pirate cleared out... especially since his hat was stolen.
"Ah, quite a fancy lookin hat aint it? It cost me more than a few arms and legs."
The gun is pushed closer towards Jack's head.
"I should know, i had a hat just like that not too long ago."
"Oh bugger..."
"I'll be taking that back, once I shoo-"
The voice of the guard is suddenly cut off with a loud thwack. Jack turns around to see the guard knocked out on the ground, and Alastia holding her flintlock pistol, obviously pistol whipping the man with the butt of the handle.
"Bloody good hit, you know." Jack grinned wider.
"Thanks." Alastia said, putting her pistol back into her holster, at least the gun was good for something.
"You will continue what you were saying to me and anymore grovelling when we get back to the ship." Alastia says in a serious manner but with a grin on her face.
Jack did a weary smile after hearing that before the group hurried off to the port.
Again this was just a little prelude to things to come! Remember to review!