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In the main dining room, Marie ripped a chunk off of a large loaf of bread and ate it voraciously. Her elbows were splayed out on the table, giving her the appearance of one who hadn't eaten in years.
"Do they feed you?" Barbossa asked. His face displayed a strange mix of disgust and irritation.
"This coming from the man with the apple fixation," she teased, not entirely light-heartedly.
He put down the offending fruit and casually hid it behind a mug. "Why'd you vote for me?"
"I don't think we should go to war," she said pointedly, then returned to eating.
"Have you ever even fought another ship?" he asked patronizingly.
She didn't answer. She did, however, in one fluid movement, pull out a pistol, cock it, and put it against from Barbossa's temple.
"I'll take that as a yes."
She removed the pistol from his head and reholstered it.
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"I've decided my method of persuasion," Jack announced later that day, completely out of nowhere.
"Have you?" she asked, devoid of enthusiasm.
"Yes, I have."
They were silent for a moment. "Get on with it then," she finally prodded impatiently.
"I shall shower you with compliments and gifts until you're head over heels wiv me, and then I'll discreetly entreat that you give up your position on the voting," he announced proudly.
"And it's a good idea to tell me this beforehand?" she asked politely.
"Damn," he muttered.
"Nice try," she said encouragingly, then grabbed his hands in hers. When she pulled away, his hands felt suspiciously light, the reason being that the only ring left on his finger was the large black-and-gold one he'd stolen from a Spanish housewife.
"Gimme my rings!" he called after her.
"What rings?" she said innocently, and continued walking.
"The rings you just stole off my fingers, that's what rings!" he bellowed, running after her.
She ducked into a doorway and he followed. It was pitch-black inside the room until a match flared up. They were revealed to be in broom closet, their faces inches apart.
"I will not give up my position for one reason," Marie whispered fiercely, "That reason being completely my own and not something you or any other lord can weasel out of me. Got it?"
"Got it," he whispered meekly. There was a faint jingling, then Marie threw open the door and walked away. Jack looked down at his feet to see a pile of all his rings. All but one.
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