Cold As Glass

Sequel to Heart of Glass

A Pirate Lord's Adventure

Chapter 6

I swaggered on the boat, with my bottle of half drunken rum in hand and my pack in the other.

"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum. Drink and the devil had done for the rest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum." I jeered to myself, as I grabbed onto the rope railing.

"Fourteen men on a dead men's chest yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum. Drink and the devil had done for the rest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum." I continued to jeer, as I stumbled forward, ignoring the fact that my true feathery light voice was probably showing. And my voice was no longer the voice of a young man's.

"Thirteen men on a dead men's chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum. Drink and the devil had done for the rest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum." I slurred loudly, surprising myself that I had been able to count backwards from one hundred down to zero so easily in my drunken state.

"Twelve men on a dead men's chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum. Drink and the devil had done for the rest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum." I began again, while I took another swig of my rum, ignoring the shrimpers who were fixing their boat around me.

"Eleven men on a dead men's chest-"But my song was interrupted by a rather familiar, yet an unwanted, hand, went over my mouth and began pulling me over to the cargo hold.

Of course I flailed my arm around, while my other arm held onto my bottle of rum and pack, for dear life.

"Stop it, Beaux!" Will hissed at me, as if I was a child he was scolding.

I gave a muffled back response of," Leave me alone" but it came out as just one loud growl from behind his large callused hand.

"What did you say?" Will questioned, but he quickly shook his head, as if he was telling me to ignore his question. Instead he offered," If I allow you to speak, will you promise to tell me how you got of Port Royal, and why you are looking for Jack Sparrow?"

Instantly I began shaking my head in protest, only to have second guesses echo through my mind. And my shaking of the head became less violent and more hesitant and shy.

"Are you going to tell me?" Will questioned again, this time not as harsh, but more kind and polite.

I cautiously looked out of the corner of my eyes and up at him, only to see Will's eyes starring directly down at me.

"Well, are you?"

I sighed in defeat and nodded, knowing that if I could use Will's connection to the Royal Navy and how they wanted the compass, I could give it to him-after I gave Jack to Davy Jones-in return for my freedom away from the locker.

With that Will sighed in relief, lowering his hand releasing me from his grasp.

I leapt away from him, and quickly turned around, swaying slightly from side to side, due to my impairments I had developed while drinking.

Will starred at me , slowly looking from my feet all the way up to my face, before commenting," Where did you get those clothes?"

"I stole them," I answered in a shamefully honest tone, crossing my arms, balancing the rum and the sack, once again.

Will shrugged his shoulders, as if he had expected that answer. But he looked over me again. "You really did look like a boy, when I saw you on the dock."

"If that is a compliment, I really don't know how to take it," I sneered back at him," for if you meant that I looked like a man, then that would mean I am an ugly woman. But if you meant that I am good at dress up, then I should take that as you think I make a feminine boy and masculine girl. Thus either way, if you compliment me, it is actually an insult."

I smirked at him, thinking that I had won this argument of sorts.

Will just starred at me in a confused manor for several seconds, before muttering, as he sighed and rolled his eyes," You sound like Jack, when you are drunk."

"What?" I scowled, only to have Will take the rum away from me.

"Hey! That's mine!" I shouted in protest, only to have him counter back," And you don't need any more to drink, unless you tell me what we bargained, or else I am tying you up and leaving you here."

I rolled my eyes, but my little "Jack Sparrow" voice inside my head was demanding the rum, at least until all of my pain and problems were long gone.

"What do you want to know?" I grunted to Will, as I held my pack against my chest, not willing to let Will take this away from me too.

"Everything."