Stronger Than Glass

Sequel to Cold as Glass

End of the Glass Trilogy

A Captain's Adventure

Chapter 3

"Weapons, please." The leader, who we now knew as Hung Cho, barked at us.

My father obediently began pulling obvious weapons off of his person, handing them off to Hung and his loyal two man crew.

Elizabeth pouted for a second, but began pulling her obvious weapons from her body.

I sighed and began pulling out my obvious weapons only.

After all I need a little bit of leverage.

Sirius followed my suit, but being the man that he was, he took off all of his weapons.

Hung sent me a shifty glance, and I held open my jacket for him to see, nothing, obvious, hung inside my jacket or stuck out from my clothing. And not even an indentation shown through my vest, which looked as if it was hugging every curve of my body, despite the fact it was usually loose upon me.

He sent me a nod of approval, while Elizabeth stupidly began to walk forward towards the blocked off entrance into the bath house.

But Hung stuck his hand into her face, and hissed," Do you think because she is a woman we would not suspect her of treachery?"

"Well, when you put it that way…" My father began, as he looked back at Elizabeth then me.

"Both of you, please. " Hung motioned to me and Elizabeth," Remove your hats."

I growled in dissatisfaction, and handed it to Hung. "Ruin my hat, and I'll castrate you."

Hung nodded in understanding, not showing a bit of emotion from my threat. But I doubt he would touch my things, since I had Sirius and my father also upon my side. Along with Capataine Chevalle, who adored me.

Elizabeth bitterly took off her hat, but Hung shook his head and repeated," You. Please. Remove."

Elizabeth sent a glance at Barbossa, who nodded towards her.

So bitterly Elizabeth, untied her poncho and revealed her private militia she had clinging to her body.

Hung sent my father a small glare, but my father simply smiled in pride that he had a mule.

Elizabeth took off her vest, which held her guns, and placed them upon the table, near the rest of her weapons, while Sirius and I coolly starred at Hung.

Elizabeth then reached into her shirt and pulled out two bombs, and placed them upon the table, carefully. Instantly making her flat chest again.

Hung sent Elizabeth a disinterested stare, making me smile towards Sirius, in a slightly mocking manner, (as I tried to get attention off of Elizabeth before she did something stupid)" Aren't you happy that mine are real?"

"Of course," Sirius coolly answered, still acting in character, while Elizabeth kept pulling weapons out of odd places upon her body. "Only reason why you still look like a woman in these clothing."

I rolled my eyes at him, and playfully teased back, still acting," Thank you, darling."

With that Elizabeth placed her last hidden weapon, to my knowledge, upon the table, while my father was starring at Elizabeth oddly, obviously the most surprised out of all of us at how many weapons Elizabeth as carrying.

But Hung was too busy listening to Sirius and me having one of our rumored conversations of how we displayed love to one another.

"Remove. Please." Hung told Elizabeth again, as she walked forward again.

I glanced questioningly at Elizabeth, who gasped, and looked down at what little clothes she had hanging off of her. A long kimono top and pants that only went down to her knees.

"Oh, good lord Elizabeth," Sirius groaned, in impatience," it's just trousers. If Beaux doesn't have a problem taking them off, you shouldn't either."

But I caught his hint to sex, making me turn my head and look towards him, with a blank stare.

"If I recall correctly," I countered, in a sour tone," you're the one who can't keep their pants up."

But during our teasing conversation, it allowed Elizabeth enough time too pull off her pants, which she left upon the table, before looking back at Hung, who was smirking at Sirius and me.

"Now may we go in?" My father questioned, in a hopeful tone.

Hung nodded and led us into the Bath House.

As we began to line up for our entrance through the small opening, I felt Sirius discreetly sneak his hand up my jacket and pull out one of my hidden pistols, and slid it into his own jacket.

But I turned to him, pretending as if he had just rudely pinched me, and smacked him across his face.

Everyone turned to face us, while Sirius gave me a very naughty looking smirk.

"You Spanish man have a complete lack of self control."

"Neither do you French." Sirius smirked, making me growl and turn around.

But Hung dismissed our quarrel, not once thinking of that fact my husband and I were armed, deadly, and dangerous.