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A/N: This chapter doesn't focus so much on the actual looting, more the activities before said looting. My own little treatment of just how Jack managed to sack Nassau without firing a single shot.
Crimes Against The Crown
By Sinnamon Spider
Looting
The Magistrate's hands trembled as he extended his heavy keyring to the dark man who held his sixteen-year-old daughter in a firm, but gentle, grip. The pirate's face sharpened with a smirk. "Ah, much obliged, Magistrate," he said softly. "I can assure you that no harm will come to your citizens." He paused to rake his eyes over Abigail's slender form yet again, before releasing her with a flourish. "Or to your lovely lass."
He reached a filthy hand to accept the jingling keyring. The Magistrate was dismayed to see matching handprints on Abigail's snow-white dressing gown. He gestured wildly to the girl, who was still frozen on the spot, huge blue eyes watching the pirate's every move.
"Now then," the pirate continued, examining the keys with a critical, kohl-lined eye. "Which one is which?"
"Armoury…strongroom…my office…harbour office…" the Magistrate identified each key as the pirate held it up. "Excellent," the brigand enthused. "Might it be correct to assume that this one is for the front door?"
The Magistrate nodded silently. "Very good. I'll be locking you in, of course, to ensure you don't go running to our wonderful naval officers," the pirate replied, moving toward the door with an almost feline grace. "I'm hoping to keep the bloodshed to a minimum. My sincere thanks for your gracious hospitality, Magistrate," he said, making an elaborate bow. "I promise to lock up the city when I'm done."
Then he was gone, leaving only the faint scent of rum and gunpowder lingering in the room. The Magistrate turned to Abigail. "Good heavens. Are you all right?"
With shining eyes and heaving bosom, his daughter did not look appropriately shocked or distressed at having just been accosted by a pirate. "Abigail?"
She flew across the room to the balcony and the Magistrate followed, concerned. The two of them, peering over the railing, could just make out the figure of the pirate as he slipped out of the gates around the house. Abigail sighed lustily. The Magistrate groaned. How was he going to explain this to everyone: that a single pirate was going to sack the entire port of Nassau without firing a shot?
Abigail sighed again and the Magistrate seized his starry-eyed daughter and hauled her back into the house.
