"Alright then, would you like me to kill you now, or later?" Jack asked, his wind-burned lips curled into a half smile.
"Go away, Jack," she said savagely, glaring at him from under long, kohl black eyelashes.
"Why, exactly," he mused, "Would you want me to go away? We were getting along rather well last night."
Ignoring his last comment, she repeated loudly, "Go away, Jack."
"Who're you writing to this time?" he wheedled. He was leaning against the doorway in a way that Scarlet had told him was extremely attractive. It didn't seem to be swaying Marie.
"You have two guesses left," she said flatly.
"A second ship of merry French rascals?" Jack guessed.
"Try again," she replied. Her slim hand was moving furiously across the parchment.
"A lucky lad back home," he guessed after a moment's deliberation.
She was silent.
"Oh ho ho," he chuckled darkly. "So that's why you weren't swayed by my mastery at wooing. You could always write to him about me at the same time you tell him about that strapping lad whose been visiting your room for hours on end."
"I could, but I won't," she said shortly. She stood up and put the parchment down. "Now why aren't you leaving?"
"Because you haven't answered my question," Jack explained innocently.
"Fine," she sighed dramatically. "I would rather you kill me later. Nowwill you go away?"
"Of course, darling."
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"Are there no other ways to end this pointless tie?" yelled Captain Villanueva angrily.
"Possibly," Captain Teague responded. His tone was maddeningly calm.
"Would you like to share with the group?" Jack probed.
"Quiet, Jackie," his father ordered. Jack was silent. The Captain went on, "The parties who have been voted for could just give up."
"Now you tell us," Barbossa yelled. "I give up."
In the corner of the meeting room, Cotton handed Gibbs a small pouch of coins. "And that," the first mate whispered, "Is why you never bet against Joshamee Gibbs."
"Ferme-la," Marie said moodily.