Chapter eleven
3rd Person POV
"Begun by blood. By blood un-"
"Jack!" Will exclaimed.
"It's not possible," Barbossa muttered.
"Not probable," Jack corrected as he made his way through the crowd.
Will struggled to stand up and get a better look at Jack. "Where's Elizabeth and Luna?"
"Elizabeth's safe, just like I promised. She's all set to marry Norrington, just like she promised. You get to die for her, just like you promised. And Luna's somewhere remembering the curse, just like she promised. So we're all men of our word, really. Except for Elizabeth and Luna, who are in fact, women," Jack answered.
"Where is my daughter?" Barbossa sneered.
Jack brought his thumb nail to his mouth. "Um, actually about her. Well... I don't know... exactly."
"You... don't... know?" Barbossa was clearly trying to hold back a lot more anger than anyone thought he was capable of.
"Not exactly," Jack repeated.
"Shut up! You're next!" He motioned for Jack to be held back and went back to slitting Will's throat.
"You don't want to be doing that, mate."
"No, I really think I do."
Jack shrugged. "Your funeral."
Barbossa rolled his eyes and looked back to Jack. "Why don't I want to be doing it?"
"Well because…" he slapped the hand that was holding him back off his shoulder.
"Because the HSM Dauntless, pride of the Royal Navy, is floating just offshore, waiting for you."
Everyone turned to look at the owner of the voice. It wasn't hard to spot her. There she stood, just behind Barbossa.
"Now that's not possible," Jack mumbled inaudibly.
"Oh, but it is Jack," Luna claimed. "When you and your little… curvă left me on that island you forgot one very important thing. I'm a gypsy. A cursed one at that."
Jack took this moment to look at her.
Her hair, unbraided and strange as it was, was held back by a bright teal scarf and wafted slightly in a breeze that effected no else. Her eyes, lined with kohl and shadowed with greens, blues, and purples, seemed to glow an eerie silvery color. Her lips painted a deep red. Her shirt, if you could call it that, was a bright lavender with sleeves that were cut lengthwise and tied at her elbows and wrists. The purple skirt she wore was long and flowing and had a moon and star design embroidered on it. Over this, was a deep green sash covered in gold coins and tied off to the side. Her neck was covered in many jewels of bright colors, some unrecognizable. Her wrists and ankles alike, swathed in ribbons and bracelets.
She looked every bit of the gypsy she claimed to be.
Barefooted, she stepped closer. "As I was saying, Jack here wants you and your men to row out to the Dauntless, where the entire crew will be waiting for you. That is if you make it that far. Unfortunately, Commodore Norrington did not listen to Sparrow either, he and a bunch of others are waiting for you just outside the entrance to your little… comoară of an island here."
Jack glared at her, and she shot him a 'that's what you get' look.
"However, let's say you find another way out there. Well, your crew does what they do best. Robert's your uncle, Fannie's your aunt. There you are with two ships. The makings of your very own fleet." She hopped over to a pile of treasure and rifled through it. "Of course, you'll take the grandest as your flagship, and who's to argue? But what of the Pearl? Name me căpitan. I'll sail under your colors, give you… hmmm, let's say 10% of my plunder and you get to introduce yourself as Commodore Barbossa. Pricepe?" She picked up an amethyst medallion and clasped it onto her neck.
"I suppose in exchange, you want me to not kill the whelp," her father assumed.
She waved it off with a jeweled hand. "Not at all. By all means, kill the whelp, just not quite yet."
"She's right," Jack interrupted, a bit put out that the damn wench upstaged him. "Wait to lift the curse until the opportune moment." He shifted his vision from Will to Barbossa. "For instance…" Jack took a handful of coins from the chest, "After you've killed Norrington's men. Every. Last. One." With each word, he returned a coin.
Salvare pentru unul, Luna thought.
"You've been planning this from the beginning," Will accused them, "Ever since you learned my name."
"Ever since Jack learnt your name," Luna corrected, "I was going to let Jack have the glory of the plan, was being key. But then he had to go ruining everything when he unceremoniously hurt me on that island. Even then I was willing to let him have it. And then... he left me." She smiled evilly up at him.
"I want 50% of yer plunder," Barbossa argued.
"15!"
"40!"
"25! I'll buy you the hat. A really big one, Comodore," Luna tempted as she made her way back to the chest.
Barbossa thought this over for a moment then stuck out his hand and claimed, "We have an accord!"
Luna shook her father's hand and smiled brightly.
"All hands to the boats!" Jack ordered. "Apologies. You give the orders."
"Gents, take a walk."
The crew chuckled devilishly as they left the cave.
"Not to the boats?" Jack asked.
"Of course not, you fool," Luna sneered as she went back to digging through treasure, "We're trying to not be so evident at the moment."
Jack, as well, excavated the treasure.
"I must admit, Luna, I thought I had you figured. But it turns out you're a hard lass to predict."
Luna, who was looking at some gold mirror, stalked towards her father. "Me? Everything I know I learned from you, so I find that shocking."
Barbossa shrugged a bit too smugly.
"But most of all, I'm a gypsy. Gypsies are known for being dishonest. And a dishonest person you can always trust to be well dishonest. Sincer. It's the honest ones you want to look out for," she dropped the mirror, "because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly… prost." She looked to Will as she stole a sword from a pirate who was looking in a pool of water at some spilled treasure.
She tossed it to him and drew her own as one of the pirates lunged at her.
Jack advanced on Barbossa who quickly parried it.
Will only fought for his life, not quite sure whose side Luna and Jack were on. The only thing he did know was they weren't with each other.
Luna, as well as she did, kept her head and managed to disarm the pirate she fought. However, she lost her footing at the exact moment her father ran Jack through.
"No!" but the sound barely came out as a whisper.
Jack stumbled into the moonlight and Luna remembered. He'd stolen the coin. Even so, she still felt a loss as she witnessed the skeletal Jack stand there, sword where his heart should be, flipping the coin in his fingers.
"Couldn't resist, mate."
She couldn't look for much longer, for yet another pirate lunged at her.
An explosion knock her and Will backwards and into each other.
"I'm going to teach you the meaning of pain," a pirate growled as he moved to attack them.
"Do you like pain?" Elizabeth asked as she knocked him out with a large gold pole. "Try wearing a corset."
"Glad you could make it. Plăcea să stau şi chat-ul…" Luna mumbled as she ran off to find her cutlass.
"Whose side is Luna and Jack on?" Elizabeth wondered.
"At the moment?" Will questioned, "Whatever side the other's not on."
Will and Elizabeth shish kabob-ed the remaining three pirates with the pole. Stuffing a bomb into one's stomach, they pushed them into the shadows. The resulting explosion distracted everyone.
Jack took his coin and sliced his hand before tossing it to Will. Catching this, Barbossa regretfully turns his pistol on Luna as she hopped across a pool of seawater.
A shot rang out and Luna's breath caught.
A/n: Alrighty! so this is the second to last chapter and I missed yesterday on account of I had a get together I had to go to and didn't get home till late. I think I'm going to finish this today. Maybe I'll start part thw. Maybe not who know?
What do you think? Good idea? Yeah, I thought so too.
So my first order of business is her outfit. You can find a link to it on my profile under "Outfit's and stuff".
The second is all the translations:
curvă - slut/strumpet (couldn't figure out what I wanted to use there)
comoară - treasure
căpitan - captian
Pricepe - Savvy
Salvare pentru unul - Save for one
Comodore - Commodore
Evident - obvoiuos
sincer - honestly
Prost - stupid
Plăcea să stau şi chat-ul - Love to stay and chat
I want to thank all of the readers that stayed throughout and all of my reviewers and favoriters and alerters. I know those aren't real words but the grammer nazi doesn't read these, at least mine doesn't.
Thanks again,
Lyra Raine Sparrow