Chapter 9-The heart and the cannon
Hey Happy New Year people! I hope you all had a great Christmas, I'm back at school and have exams on the 25th and the 28th so that is taking over my life at the moment so my next publish won't be until after that, but I hope this chapter makes up for it. Please read, enjoy and review I don't own POTC but Scarlet is my character.
We got dragged onto the ship and into Beckett's office. Being aboard a navy ship was enough to give me the shivers.
"Miss Jones," Beckett said, nodding his head toward me. You could see even though I was a pirate, he still gave me respect.
"Cap'n!" Jack said loudly, drawing attention to himself, as he walked around the cabin and looked over it.
"Thank you Jack," I said smiling slightly at the fact he got almost as annoyed as I did that people couldn't say 'Cap'n' at the beginning of my name.
I moved to sit quietly into the chair looking around the room for any possible way of escape.
"It's curious. Your friends appear to be quite desperate, Jack," Beckett began, as Jack looked into all the different boxes, "Perhaps they no longer believe that a gathering of squabbling pirates is enough to take down the Flying Dutchman. And so despair leads to betrayal. But you and I are no strangers to betrayal, are we, Jack?" Jack looked down at his arm where I knew there was the 'P' sign burn into his arm.
"It isn't here, Jack," I sighed, realising that he was searching for the heart, as if even a navy officers would be stupid enough to leave it where a pirate could find it.
"What? What isn't?" Jack asked pretending to be innocent, the act with both me and Beckett saw through.
"Captain Jones is right, the heart of Davy Jones," Beckett said smiling slightly obviously enjoying the suffering we have, "It's safely aboard the Dutchman, and so unavailable for use as leverage to satisfy your debt to the good Captain."
"By my reckoning, that account has been settled," Jack said, "With a little help," he added, nodding towards me.
"By your death?" Beckett questioned, "And yet, here you are."
"Close your eyes and pretend it's all a bad dream. That's how I get by," Jack said, looking over the objects.
"And if Davy Jones were to learn of your survival?" Beckett said simply. Jack stopped searching through random artefacts and faced Beckett given him his undivided attention, Beckett began to move and speak slowly, "Perhaps you would consider an alternate arrangement, one that requires absolutely nothing from you but information."
"Regarding the Brethren Court, no doubt?" Jack said simply, keeping his cards close to his chest, he picked up a drink and downed it in one, "In exchange for fair compensation," then turned to the other drink and also downing it in one, "Square my debt with Jones, guarantee my freedom?"
"Of course," Beckett replied, an evil smirk on his face that told me that he would do everything he could not to keep that deal, "It's just good business."
Jack took a fan from the side of the desk and opened it, as he strolled around the room, "Were I in a divulgatory mood, what then might I divulge?"
Beckett took a step forward obviously thinking of how he could get as much information as possible, this man was unbelievable, "Everything. Where are they meeting? Who are the pirate lords? What is the purpose of the nine pieces of eight?"
I zoned out as they became talking in detail about the agreement. All I could do was pray that Jack actually knew what he was doing, because this wasn't only about him anymore. We could all die. I zoned back in when I heard Barbossa's name mentioned, "You can keep Barbossa, the belligerent homunculus and his friend with the wooden eye both, and Turner...especially Turner. The rest go with me aboard the Pearl, and I will lead you to Shipwreck Cove, where I will hand you the pirates and you will NOT hand me to Jones. Bloody fair deal, don't you think?"
"And what becomes of Miss Jones here?" Beckett said, drawing me back into the conversation.
"What interest is she to you?" Jack asked nervously, beginning to worry about me.
"Don't talk about me like I'm not 'ere Jack," I snapped slightly angry at him for trying to turn us all in, or at least acting like he would. I turned back to Beckett, "What do you want with me, Sir?"
"You know by now I have your father's heart," Beckett stated confidently.
"Of course I can feel it on the Dutchman. What is it?" I dismissed him casually. Surely he didn't mean what I thought he did.
"To control your father is to control you," He said smiling in a way that gave me an idea of what he wanted from me. Jack looked between us, like it was taking everything for him not to go for Beckett at this second, but that won't have helped at all.
I smirked evilly back at Beckett, and walked forward slowly, "What exactly do you want from me Lord Beckett?" I said coyly.
"I would like to make you a proper woman and have you enjoy everything perfect in life," Beckett smiled at me.
"You really don't understand women do you mate?" Jack broke into the conversation obviously feeling a little left out.
"In knowing who my father is. You must obviously know my mother?" I questioned carefully drawing attention away from Jack. He nodded still looking completely confident, "Then you know trying to control me is like your effect to control my seas, stupid and fruitless!"
Beckett's smile faltered as if he was trying to think of what to threaten me with next, "I will destroy all your Pirate friends then Miss Jones, is that what you want?"
I pulled my hand up and brought it smashing down against his cheek enjoying the feeling of satisfaction of watching his head swing to the side, "For the last time I call you by your full name Lord Beckett, I expect the same back, Sir. My name is Captain Scarlet Jones. You would do well to remember that!" I exclaimed finally having enough with people down grading my name, "And as for the other issue. You can by all means try, but your ships will never make it out of their ports. You are underestimating the power my family progresses! I have no weakness unlike you and the other petty morals around! Now I wish to return to the ship and when I next see you it will be time for you to die!"
Beckett growled at me slightly then turned back around to Jack, "Jack! I've just recalled I have this wonderful compass which points to whatever I want. So for what do I need you?"
"It points to what you want most, and that's not the Brethren Court, is it?" Jack said with slightly confidently.
"Then what is?" Beckett asked.
"Me," Jack said, then muttered afterwards brittlely, "dead."
"Can't say I blame him really?" I found myself muttering underneath my breath. Beckett seemed to agree with Jack, he threw over the compass back to Jack as he threw the fan back, how both of them managed to catch the objects perfectly was beyond me.
"Although if I kill you, then I can use the compass to find...Shipwreck Cove, was it? Cut out the middleman, as it were," Beckett said, pulling out a gun and pointed it at Jack.
"With me killed, you'd arrive at Shipwreck Cove, find its stronghold nigh impregnable, able to withstand blockade for years, and then you'd wish, "Oh, if only there were someone I had not killed inside to assure that the pirates then come outside..."" Jack said trying his hardest to talk his way out of this.
"And you can accomplish all this, can you?" Beckett asked, almost uncertainly.
"You may kill me, but you may never insult me. Who am I?" Jack asked confidently.
Beckett tried to think of what to say but he flounders.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" Jack said in a weird way.
The wall of the ship blasted inwards. The crew had obviously found away to escape again. Jack grabs Beckett's hand and shook it before he could change his mind, "Done!" he exclaimed.
As he ran out towards the deck I followed, and watched as he tied a rope around the cannonball, and then loaded it into a cannon.
"You're mad!" Beckett yelled looking at Jack as if he had totally lost it.
"Thank goodness for that, because if I wasn't, this would probably never work," Jack smiled at me indicating for me to grab the end of the rope. He fired the cannon, which hit the mast and sent Jack flying through the air, I grabbed hold of the line and went flying up behind him and although he landed perfectly on the statue of the Black Pearl. I ended up landing on the deck of the Pearl, at least I was standing although very wobbery
"And that was without a single drop of rum," Jack exclaimed loudly as if trying to impress the crew.
"Oh lord," I muttered.
Everyone turned to look at Will, who was being held by two of the crew. Jack walked to the front of the group who had gathered around, he spoke with some hatred and a voice full of authority, "Send this pestilent traitorous cowhearted yeasty codpiece to the brig."
As they dragged him away to the brig, I pulled Jack away so we were on the other side of the deck from everyone else, and spoke in a quiet whisper, "He will escape. We both know that, so what are you planning?"
"That is none of your business Cap'n Jones," Jack answered with a voice of authority again, as if he thought that might stop me from asking.
I decided I should tell him that I heard, "I know what you want Jack. Stab my father's heart, take over the Dutchman sail the seas. Correct?" I asked softly.
"How do you…" Jack began.
"You talk to yourself Jack," I interrupted, "I know I may mean nothing to you, but immortality isn't all it seems."
"What do you mean?" Jack asked suddenly looking confused.
"Living forever is nothing if you ain't got anything left to live for," I said gently, I turned around and walked away from him again, but this time I was worried about if I could actually ever get to keep him.
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