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"Capitaine Villepin, nous avons besoin de votre aide," one of Marie's aides said calmly. The man had just walked into the room, looking perfectly serene despite the tense situation.
"And why, may I ask, do you need my help?" she asked him irritably.
"The soldiers have invaded Shipwreck Cove," the man announced. He then smoothed his hair, still looking completely unconcerned.
"Merci," she snapped at him. He left the room. "Beckett, you will be staying in here, until I say otherwise."
"And why would I do that?" he asked, clearly amused.
She pushed her pistol against his temple again. He managed to choke out, "I'll just be staying in here, then."
"Jack, you're with me," she commanded, re-holstering both her pistols and beginning to leave the room.
"You seem to have taken control of the situation," Jack said politely, "I'll just stay here, shall I? Wouldn't want to tamper your piratical streak."
She rolled her eyes and growled between her teeth, "Fine."
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Captain Richard Henry was an old hand at being a soldier. But it still took him by surprise when the young girl he had rescued from the clutches of a pirate aimed a pistol between his shoulder blades.
"Are you willing to call off your troops?" the girl whispered in his ear. Her long, curly hair brushed against the back of his neck and sent a shiver down his spine.
"Never," he answered flatly.
There was a loud bang and he fell to the ground. "Sorry Captain," she whispered.
"Now, where did Barbossa go?" she asked herself. "I need to catch another officer."
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"I'm watching you, mate," Jack informed Lord Beckett as he prowled the room. He pulled open a drawer and, upon seeing the contents, said, slightly taken aback, "Never would have thought I'd find that."
"Would you mind not going through her possessions?" Beckett asked between his teeth.
"What? Now you're going to treat her like a fiancée?" Jack chuckled. "I'm almost completely positive that no person of the female persuasion likes male mood swings."
"They're not mood swings," he said defensively. "They are products of the stress surrounding me."
Oh, I apologize so super duper much for not updating sooner! This is a sad excuse for a chapter, though.