Wow, an update. I apologize for the cliffhanger at the end of the last chapter…
"What agreement?" Jack said loudly, attempting to back out of the room. "Who said anything about an agreement?"
He was stopped by one of the soldiers when the soldier in question put his sword tip in the back of the pirate in question.
"Jack, tell me what you're talking about," Marie commanded, her hand flitting to her pistol.
"You wouldn't shoot me, now would you?" he asked patronizingly. "Because then you would never know what we were talking about."
"Cutler?" she prompted. "What was your agreement?"
"Wives are meant to be seen, not h-" he was cut off when Marie pressed her gun to his temple.
"I'll just be leaving now," Jack said, making to exit the room.
"I don't think so," Marie said shortly, and pulled out a second pistol from her voluminous skirts. She pointed it at Jack, who stopped short.
The soldiers looked hesitant to make a move. They were probably right in their assumption that if they went towards the twenty year-old, she would shoot Lord Beckett.
"Now," she said slowly. The loud click of the hammer being cocked echoed around the now silent room. "What agreement?"
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"Jocard!" Barbossa yelled over the roar of the fight surrounding them.
"What?" the Lord roared back, ducking under a soldier's sword.
"Behind you!" Barbossa answered.
Jocard whirled around a plunged his sword into the stomach of the soldier behind him. The man's eyes rolled back in his head.
"Thank you, my friend," Jocard said gravely.
"Child's play," he said graciously.
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"So," Marie growled in her usually sweet voice. "Jack, you agreed to sell out all the pirates besides yourself for a ship?"
"You should have known better than to trust a pirate, dear," Cutler sneered.
"Andyou," she whirled on her fiancé, nostrils flared in anger. "You were the mastermind in this whole, double-crossing operation."
"What else could you expect from the East India Company?" Jack said daintily. He was, once again, drinking tea.
"Put the tea down, Jack," Marie said, exasperation evident in her voice. She was massaging her temples with one hand and holding her gun with the other.
"No," Jack whined. "It's my tea."
He looked slightly put off when the cup shattered into pieces, having been shot by Marie.
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