I took a hiatus from writing, but I'm back. Disclaimer: I only own the Frenchwoman, her aides, and bits of the plot.
"We are going nowhere!" Jocard yelled. He had stabbed the table with a dagger in a kind of dangerous exclamation point. "If it weren't for these two thickheads, we'd already have a plan of action!"
"I'm sure you would have," Marie answered calmly. "However, would it be the right plan?"
"Of course," he snarled.
"Mmm," she said dismissively. She was dressed unconventionally as always, in a deep turquoise corset and skirts. Her hair had been tamed into a bun, making her look a few years older. On her finger was a jade ring with a silver dragon. Jack's ring.
"There is one way to decide," Captain Teague mumbled, putting down his guitar. "A fight to the death. Whoever dies gives up their position."
()O0o o0O()
Deep in the shadows of a wooden overhang, Captain Jack Sparrow stood, watching Mademoiselle Villepin. She was writing on a scrap of parchment with a gold pen. Once finished, she rolled the message up and affixed it to the leg of a dove. She then released the dove and looked out over Shipwreck Cove.
"Hello, love," Jack said casually.
"Hello, Jack," she answered without turning around.
"Who're you writing to?" he asked, moving closer to her.
"Who do you think?" she asked, finally turning around. "I'll give you three guesses."
"Your mother," he guessed promptly.
"Not even close," she replied.
"Good," he whispered seductively, moving ever closer to her. "Because I wouldn't want her to know about this."
He grabbed her in a kiss, then lifted her off her feet. He cradled her face and kissed her forehead before putting her down.
"Goodnight, love."
"Goodnight, Jack."