The two small goblets were being filled with rum. Emma and Hook bumped them together before taking their shots. His men were dotted about places in the tavern; Emma had noticed a couple had already left with a wench on her arm. "So the man in the corner is Blackbeard?" questioned Emma
"Aye, that's him," nodded Hook as he filled up their drinks again, and they downed their shots in one again. Emma knew drinking was a bad idea, the amount that she had already drunk was already affecting her. She usually had a good tolerance for alcohol but then again she hadn't gone out drinking for a long time. It usually meant she was more clumsy on the job and that was not something she could afford.
"Nice perm," she said as she turned back to look at Hook. "So where did you get the information about the map from?"
"Just around,"
"No, I need specifics,"
"We were having fun just now, why are you making this about business,"
"Because this is about business."
"Smee heard about it," he told her. "Now, let's talk about your plan for stealing it,"
"Shouldn't be too difficult," Emma said, "just need to get on his ship,"
"And how will you do that?"
"He'll take me onto it," smiled Emma,
"Why will he do that?"
"Why wouldn't he?" questioned Emma back. "After all the only reason he would bring me onto his ship is for a, what you call, a night cap,"
"You can't be serious,"
"You sound jealous,"
"I am not bloody jealous. I just think,"
"This is my area of expertise, you don't get a say in it," Emma took another shot of rum, just as Smee was walking up behind her. She turned her head when she felt the presence and saw that Smee was stood next to a brunette in a green dress. Hook raised his eyebrow quizzically at Smee.
"The rest of the crew and I, wanted to get you something Cap'n" he announced. "To thank you." Emma looked back to Hook,
"Smee, I'm in the middle of something right now,"
"No you aren't," retorted Emma. "Why don't you take the gift and then leave me to deal with Blackbeard,"
"Lass, what if you get yourself in trouble,"
"I won't," she answered. "Just get up and leave. I'll do all the hard work,"
He went to object but Emma shook her head at him. Hook just shrugged his shoulders in defeat not that he really put up that much of a fight and stood up. Nodded his head towards the woman and she held out her hand for him, he took it. She began to lead him away and he gave Smee a wink, "Thank you Smee, just what I wanted." Smee went to sit down where Hook had been opposite Emma, she sighed and rolled her eyes before stepping out from the table and taking the rum bottle with her.
As she began to walk she made sure she swayed that bit more as she did so, giving the indication that she was more intoxicated than she actually was. She walked out of the tavern into the busy streets of Tortuga, men and women's singing filled the air. The place lit by fire light. She slumped against a wall and brought the rum bottle to her lips. Her eyes watching the door of the tavern. Sure enough, as she had expected, Blackbeard walked out. He spotted her straight away and made for her.
She put on her most innocent face, widened her green eyes as she looked at Blackbeard and fluttered her eyelashes. She presented the rum bottle towards him, her wrist weak so the bottle rocked slightly in her grip. He took the bottle from her kindly and she slumped her body back against the wall. "You could do better than Hook anyway, love," he told her after he took a swig from the rum bottle. Emma shrugged her shoulders.
"I'm Blackbeard," he smiled and took her hand and placed a kiss upon it. She let out a tipsy giggle and smiled up at him. Emma wished she could say that the giggle had been forced but it hadn't; she had actually giggled.
"Do you know him well then? Captain Hook?" she asked, "Are you a part of his crew?"
"No, love, I have my own ship,"
"Really? You're a Captain then?" Emma slowly eased the rum bottle out of his grip and brought it up to her lips,
"Oh yes," he nodded. "Captain Blackbeard at your service milady," he tilted his cap at her and she giggled, on purpose this time. "Can I ask your name?"
"You can, but I won't tell you," she smirked, "After all, I have always thought there was something fun about a mystery, don't you?"
"I'm starting to," he whispered as his face was brought forward inches away from her own. Emma looked down at the pirates red coat and allowed her eyes to wander up until their eyes met and she smiled at him. She lifted her hand up and took his hat off his head,
"May I Captain?" she asked as she placed it upon her own head. "Do you think it suits me?"
"You may have a little pirate in you, you know,"
"Oh I do hope so," Emma smiled as she brought the rum bottle to her lips. "So Captain, care to share the rest of this drink with me?"
"We can take it to my ship,"
"I'd like that very much," Emma smiled. "Which way is it?" she was gesturing with her hand with the rum bottle in its grip her eyes looking around at the multitude of ships docked. Blackbeard turned his head, and pushed the rum bottle back to Emma.
"Drink up and follow me," he said as he began to walk away. Emma smiled to herself, this was far too easy.
Blackbeard had hold of Emma's hands as he helped her step down onto his ship. Once her feet had met the wooden surface he spun around and kissed her. Emma yelped in surprise, she had not been expecting that. Blackbeard took the yelp as a moan and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him. Emma really badly was fighting the urge to knee him in the groin, his facial hear was unpleasant on her face but she reluctantly kissed him back, feigning pleasure and attraction. She noticed he gestured with his hand for his crew to get themselves out of their way and then slowly lead her, whilst still kissing, through the doors that led to his quarters.
Emma's eyes looked around her as he led her in. Scanning around the place for the map. It was then that it occurred to her that she didn't actually even know what the map looked like. How could anyone know that the map that they were looking at would be the one leading to this mythical treasure? She most certainly wouldn't. She sighed in annoyance against Blackbeard's mouth but it came out more as a moan and he responded in kind. Their lips separated and Emma smiled at him. "I like your quarters Captain," she purred. Sidestepping around him she went and sat herself on the edge of his desk, rum bottle still in hand. He turned around and stepped between her legs and put his hands down either side of her. "Do you want to know my name?" she asked,
"Go on then, love," he whispered his lips ghosting before her own,
"It's Goldilocks," she smiled before hitting him around the head with the rum bottle, causing him to collapse onto her lap unconscious. She exhaled disgusted before pushing him off her lap where he landed on the floor with a thud.
Emma placed the rum bottle upon the desk and looked around at the cabin, lit only by a few dying candles. She scratched the back of her head as she contemplated what to do. She noticed there were several maps on the large dark oak desk, as well as the table that was also in his large quarters. She looked over at the maps on the table and mulled over them trying to understand them. She only recognised a couple of the places, as they were associated with the Enchanted Forest and a couple of the kingdoms and seas surrounding it. She chewed her lip in thought then deciding the map she needed wasn't there walked over to the maps on the desk. The light was further dimming and it was even harder to make out what was on them. One map in particular looked different to the others. It was all on the same piece of leather but parts of the map moved as if it were a puzzle. There were pieces of parchment next to it with notes written down by Blackbeard.
Emma took one note and brought it to a candle and could just make out the words "treasure in shipwreck?" She guessed this must be the map she needed, after all why else would it be on his desk surrounded by notes trying to work it out. She rolled the map up and hid it underneath the layers of the skirt of her dress. There was a knock at the door, her eyes went wide and mentally kicked herself for what she was about to do. She let out a loud moan, "Oh Captain, oh yes, yes. Yes Captain!"
She quickly jumped onto Blackbeard's bed and began to shift it slightly with her weight. She bit her lip waiting for the person at the door to walk away. They didn't. She rolled her eyes because she knew exactly what was going on, Blackbeard's crew were listening in on the "night cap". She carried on crying out and moaning hating herself for doing it. She got off the bed and continued with the noises but had a little look around his cabin. There were a couple of expensive looking rings in a small box, she decided to take the silver ring with a green jewel in the centre and placed it on her middle finger. The ring reminded her of something, a thought niggling at the back of her head, like a story she had once been told. "Oh yes!" she yelled, her eyes rolling as she did so. She wondered why she was making Blackbeard out to be such a great lover, it would have been more fun for her if she wasn't, but it was too late to backtrack now. She found a small leather bag on a shelf and opened it to find down powder of sorts. She lifted up a couple of grains between her index finger and thumb. She brushed it off and then lifted the bag to sniff it experimentally. She immediately regretted her decision, she recognised that smell, a couple of the particles being inhaled. Poppy seed powder. She swayed slightly her eyes slamming shut, her head feeling woozy. "Shit," she slurred. She forced her heavy eyelids to open, tightening the bag shut she shoved it down the front of her blouse, knowing that something like this may come in handy in the future.
Emma knew she was likely to fall asleep. She hadn't inhaled a lot but she did feel extremely drowsy. She needed to get off this ship. She ruffled her hair to give it a certain heavily ruffled style and swayed her way to the door, she turned the handle and as soon as she did she heard the hurrying of feet. She opened the door and stepped out. Her vision was blurry as she looked at the crew busying themselves. She shut the door behind her, "Hello boys," she smiled. "The Captain wishes to be left alone for a little while,"
She made her way off the ship her walking not following a straight line, she was unbalanced and her eyes kept on threatening to close. She looked completely pissed and thoroughly fucked, as she made her way from Blackbeard's ship and along the docks. She tried to force her blurry eyes to focus so she could find Hook's ship, but it was getting increasingly difficult. She was grateful for the fact that she hadn't inhaled so much that she fell asleep instantly but she knew she had inhaled enough to make her extremely drowsy and likely to fall asleep any second. She needed to get to Hook's ship.
She fell over a collection of barrels on her way to what she hoped was Hook's ships. She groaned as she pulled herself back up onto her feet and hurried her way over to the ship. She almost fell down the steps onto the ship but managed to steady herself just in time. Her drooping eyes couldn't see any men upon the ship, her hand gripping tightly to the edge of her ship as she made her way to the helm. She lifted up the hatch with great difficultly down to Hook's quarters and made her way down the ladder.
"Hook?" she slurred. The pirate jumped out of his bed and took in the sight of the thief. Her hair was a complete mess, her corset was partly undone, she couldn't stand up straight and was swaying slightly. Her eyes were half closed, she was just about to fall to the floor when he ran to her side and caught her before she fell.