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Of Revenge and Shattered Dreams	By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 4876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Usual disclaimers

With thanks to KillerK, PirateAurora, lexie (yes they did!),
Pendragginink (I can never spell your name right�), Darigan Sparrow, Roxula�s
Bride, RosePearl, Galleria, beatlechicksteph, Mrs Depp, Cayenne PP, Opi, and Hilary.

I�m over my hissy fit � for now. All the reviews and kind
words have helped. To be honest with
you all, I have been finding it hard to carry on with the story and have come
close (closer than even Hilary knows) to ending it. Don�t worry, I�m quite a few chapters ahead of myself so I
wouldn�t end it where we are now anyway and all the positive vibes coming from
you have helped.
�

Chapter Fourteen:
�His name was Barbossa.�

�Land ho!�

The effect on the
crew when the Isla de Muerta was first sighted was always the same. A tangible buzz of excitement swept across
the decks and throughout the whole ship.
They hadn�t got much to stow there this time. The main purpose of the visit was for Scurvy Tom to collect his
booty and live out the rest of his days in comfort. But for the crew, the best thing about going to the island was
seeing the treasure stashed there. Their treasure.

Jenny looked around
as Jack burst into the cabin, a sour look on his face.

�What wrong?� she
asked. �There�s no problem is there?�

�Only that bloody
woman,� he cursed. �I swear one day I�m
goin� ter throw her overboard��

�What has she done
now?� she sighed, starting to wonder whether it was a good idea having Patience
as a companion, the way she and Jack did not get on.

�Just being�Patience!�
he moaned. �I managed ter persuade her
t�come ashore though. That should shut
her up.� Jack grinned to himself,
knowing that the island spooked even the most hardy of people the first few
times they went ashore.

�Well, you just behave yourself,� Jenny chided with a smile,
reaching up and kissing him.

�I�m always good, luv�� he winked salaciously,
hurrying from the cabin before she could reply.

�Drop th�anchors,�
Jack ordered as he emerged from the hatch, knowing that this was the safest
place to anchor his ship in the bay.
�Bring whatever is in th�hold to th�deck.� He looked at the young Tortugan woman as she emerged from the
hatch, carrying a small chest and looking decidedly nervous.

�I thought ya�d
have backed out,� he teased, watching as she put the chest down with the
growing hoard at the side of the ship and went to fetch more.

�I wish you would
leave her alone,� Jenny scolded, wagging her finger at him. �She is going to be living nearby remember.�

�Well teach her
some manners an� I might leave her alone.
Yer not thinkin� of comin� over are ya?�

�In my state?� she
remarked in astonishment, patting her growing bump. �I don�t think so � I don�t like the place anyway. It gives me the creeps as you well know.� She reached up and gave him a peck on the
cheek. �You mind your shoulder,� she
whispered so as not to be overheard.

�I will luv,� he
smiled, snatching a brief kiss. �Come
on then Patience,� he grinned as she returned to the deck. �Ya can have the pleasure of me company over
there.� Jack climbed over the side and
down the rope to the waiting boat.
�Patience... I�m getting impatient...� he teased.

He watched as the
bosuns chair, containing the young woman, swung out from the deck and was
lowered down, enjoying the look of terror on her face. He caught the chair and helped her from it
with a broad grin.

�Thank you, Captain,� she sniped, glaring at him as she sat, clutching the sides
nervously.

�Wait fer me!� Shay
called from the deck, scrambling down to the boat and upsetting it further.

�Sorry cailin,� he
apologised, smiling ruefully. �Ye
didn�t think ye�d go without me, did ye?�

�Some chance it
seems,� she snorted, pointedly ignoring Jack rolling his eyes at them. But then she looked at him, wondering why he
wasn�t picking up an oar, as Shay had done.

�I�m captain, ya
don�t really expect me ter row, do ya?�

�I don�t know how
to!� she snapped.

�Time ya learned
then...�

�Ah fer Pete�s
sake!� Shay exclaimed. �Will ye two
give it a rest?�

Patience looked at
Shay and then reached for an oar, breathing a sigh of relief as more men climb
down and Davy Phillips took the oar from her, sitting down as she moved along
to give him room. �Thank you,� she
smiled at him.

�Any time,� he
grinned, winking at Shay.

Jack smirked at the
scene and leaned back, putting his hands behind his head and making the boat
rock slightly. �Ah, this is th�life,�
he sighed.

Patience paled and
gripped the seat even tighter, glaring hatefully at Jack.

�Don�t ya like
th�water luv?� he asked, innocently.

�I told ye she
doesn�t,� Shay put in, his voice angry.
�Leave her be, Jack.�

�Ye know I can�t
bloody swim!� she cursed, gulping audibly.

�That�s captain ter
you, Connelly, an� it�s time yer learned missy,� he replied, somewhat
sarcastically.

She shook her head,
too terrified to even speak.

Jack turned and
looked at the dread isle as they approached the entrance to the cave, not
wanting to frighten the girl more, but not wanting it to be known. Teasing was one thing, but he could clearly
see she was terrified. �Ya won�t
believe yer eyes, either of ya,� he boasted.
He turned back and saw the look of wonder in their eyes as they gawped
at the coins and gems in the water as the men rowed the boat towards the mouth
of the cave.

�I think ya dropped
some,� Patience remarked caustically.

�Ya goin� ter
collect it up fer me?� Jack smiled
sweetly at her glare and clambered from the boat. He pricked his ears up at something the girl said. �What was that luv?�

�I called ya a smug
bastard� Captain. D�ya have a problem
with that?�

�None that I can
think of,� he answered reasonably.
�Been called worse.� He lead the
way to the vast cavern and stood aside so they could get their first glimpse of
his treasure, chuckling at their reactions.

�Bleedin� hell
Jack,� Shay gasped.

�Told ya you�d be
impressed,� he grinned, winking at Patience.

�Me mother always
told me that money don�t make th�man.
Guess she was right��

�So ya don�t want
Shay ter have his share then? All
th�more fer me in that case.�

�What would Shay�s
share be ter do wi�me?� she frowned.
�Yer�ve paid me fer what I told ya.�

Jack looked
knowingly at the young Irishman then went to organise Tom�s share of the booty
with Mr. Gibbs, leaving the two lovers alone.

�Ya sure ya want
ter live near me?� he asked the retiring member of his crew. �I might press ya into service again��

�An� it�d be a
pleasure, Captain Sparrow,� Tom smiled.
�But me old bones wouldn�t let me.�

�Ya�ve served me
well, mate. Thank you,� he smiled,
clapping him on the back. �Right, down
ter business��

The three men sat
on a large chest and sorted out Tom�s booty while the rest of the crew unloaded
what scant booty they had collected since arriving back from England, placated
by the fact that their captain had promised to persue everything that sailed
once the houses had been built on the Fragrance Isle.

Jack looked up as
the business finished, seeing Shay eyeing up the stone chest sitting atop its
mound.

�What�s that?� he
asked, noticing Jack watching him.

�Th�chest
containin� th�cursed coins. D�ya want
ter have a look inside?�

�Not bloody
likely!� he replied, looking fearfully at the chest.

�I will,� Patience
said, catching the dare in Jack�s eyes.

He hid his surprise
and nodded to a couple of the men to remove the heavy lid, then helped the girl
up the slope and peered inside, running his fingers along the coins.

�Impressed? It�s more than yer life�s worth ter take
even one,� he said, looking with distaste at the coins.

She looked him
squarely in the eye. �I've held one
b�fore. I ain�t dead yet�� she
shrugged, making her way back down.

�Ya have?� he spluttered, hurrying after her.
�When?�

She didn�t answer
as she stared at a skeleton at the base of the mound then crouched down,
peering at the corpse.

�Recognise him?�
Jack asked dryly.

She reached out and
pulled the medallion from the body, causing the head to roll a few feet away.

�Ain�t nice
stealin� from th�dead, ya know��

��Who was he? One of your men?� she spat,
turning on him.

�Why? What�s it ter you?�

�Who was he?� Patience demanded, throwing the medallion at Jack�s feet.

�Why d�ya want ter
know?� he pressed, looking from the girl to the skeleton and back again with a
frown.

She turned on her
heels, kicking the bones as she stormed past and headed for the box she had
been carrying, picking it up once more, leaving a bewildered Jack in her wake.

�Now what was that
about, I wonder?� he mused, stroking his beard braids. He looked at the medallion at his feet,
wondering whether to pick it up before kicking it away, not bearing to even
sully his hands with it. Jack watched
Patience as she continued to unload the hoard, adding more to the already huge
pile in the cave.

He slowly walked
over to her, regarding her for long moments as she spoke with Shay. �His name was Barbossa,� he said
quietly. �He was my enemy an� I killed
him.

It was Patience�s
turn to regard him, digesting his words.
�Then I thank ya,� she said simply, carrying on with her task.

Jack went and sat
by the entrance to the cave, lost in thought.
�Then I thank ya��
The words kept echoing around his head.
�Why would she thank me fer
killin� Barbossa? What
did he do ter her?� He shook himself and stood. �Time
will tell, no doubt,� he mused,
walking back into the cave and seeking his friend.

�Shay! Come here,� he called, leading the way to a
smaller cave, just off from the main one.

�What?�

He opened a small
chest that was filled to the top with various pieces of jewellry, but mostly
rings. �D�ya want ter give th�hellcat
one?� he grinned at the look of
surprise on his friend�s face. �Take
yer pick, plenty ter chose from��

�Wha�? Why?�

�Well yer goin� ter
make an honest woman of her, aren�t ya, being Catholic an� all?�

�I might be,� the
younger man replied, cagily.

�Well take one in
case th�opportune moment present�s itself sooner rather than later, eh?�

�Ah, she probably
wouldn�t have me anyway.� Shay
dismissed the notion with a wave of his hand, but couldn�t take his eyes off
the rings.

�So keep it fer one
who does� but I think th�little minx likes ya more than she�ll ever admit, even ter herself.�

�An� yer an expert,
eh Jack?� he snorted, his hand hovering over the chest and a plain gold band
that had caught his eye.

�Nah, I admit my
feelin�s, just not publicly,� he grinned.
�Don�t ya want a more fancy one?�

Shay raised his
eyebrows at the frank admission from his captain and friend and shook his head,
pocketing the ring. �Thank ye,� he
smiled.

�Fair enough.� Jack clapped him on the back and lead the way
back to the main cave, waving at Patience who watched them with a suspicious
look in her eyes.
�

Patience tossed and turned, trying every which way to get
comfortable in the bunk but images of the skeleton and the medallion kept
racing through her mind and she also found that she missed Shay�s presence too
much. �I reckon Sparrow did it deliberately,� she thought. �Making him do a night watch duty.� She stared out of the small porthole,
thinking dark thoughts about the captain of The Black Pearl.

�S�no use,� she muttered aloud, rising from the bunk and
searching about for her dress, which she pulled on in the dark then wrapped a
blanket around her shoulders. She
fumbled about for the door and stepped into the dimly lit corridor, picking a
lantern from its hook and made her way to the main deck, hoping to catch a
glimpse of and maybe a chat with Shay but her luck was out. He was up in the crows nest, keeping watch
whilst The Pearl was vulnerable at anchor, just off the Isla de Muerta.

�What ya doin� about at this hour?� enquired a lazy slur
somewhere to her right. �Not wantin�
ter distract Shay from his duties I hope�?�

She jumped, nearly dropping the lantern in fright. �I-I couldn�t sleep,� she evaded, turning to
go back to Olabisi�s cabin.

�Ah. An� ya thought
ya�d take a little walk, eh?� he grinned offering her a bottle of rum. �Want some?�

�I don�t drink,� she replied tersely.

�A Tortugan who doesn�t drink? Th�world�ll end,� he laughed, toasting her with the bottle and
taking a long swig from it.

�Come an� sit down,� he patted the deck beside him and
easing his shoulder, which was the reason he was out on deck in the first
place, so as not to disturb Jenny with his tossing and turning. �What�s Barbossa ter you?�

�What was he to you?� she countered. She knew he would not answer and would
thereby free her from having to answer him.

Jack regarded her for long moments, knowing that she would
never open up to him if he did not offer the same honesty. �He was me first mate,� he replied heavily. �A good team we made too, but he betrayed
me.�

�Your first mate?�
She looked at him in disgust, her earlier quietness disappearing. �How could ya have such a repulsive bastard
as ya first mate?�

Jack smiled, almost to himself. �It was th�curse that did that ter him.� His eyes took on a far away look as he
remembered. �I found out th�location of
Cortez�s treasure an� he came ter me an� said that it was only right an� fair
that I shared it with th�rest of th�crew.
They mutineed and left me on a tiny island ter die.�

�So what happened?� she frowned, curious despite
herself. �And I�ve heard the turtles
and rope tale countless time in th�taverns� the truth would be nice.�

Jack laughed, shaking his head. �An� why wouldn�t it be th�truth?� he grinned, the torchlight
glinting on one of his gold teeth.
�Th�island was used by rum runners an� I bartered passage off it then
spent th�next ten years huntin� th�bastard down.�

She nodded quietly to herself, as all the myriad of tales
she had heard about his regaining the Black Pearl gradually started to make
sense. �What did the curse do?� Patience always did like a good tale.

Jack�s grin broadened as he realised he had her. �They didn�t believe in th�curse - neither
did I come ter that, but it turned them into the undead. They were neither alive nor dead but
somewhere in between,� he sighed, the grin fading. �Therefore impossible ter kill.�

�But he was dead... ya killed him!� she exclaimed, seeing
the skeleton in her mind�s eye.

The smile returned to Jack's face as he remembered. �Aye, I killed him,� he nodded. �I was there when th�curse was finally
lifted and shot him through the heart.
Amazed he even had one...�

�He didn�t,� she said sourly.

�I think, young Patience Riley, this is th�first time we�ve
ever been in agreement,� he chuckled, raising the rum bottle once more in
toast. �So how did he cross your path?�

Patience looked away uncomfortably, knowing that because
Jack had told, then she had to as well.
�He... he knew me mother.� she said quietly.

�I see...� he frowned as realisation dawned on him.

�Me earliest memory is holding this big gold coin, one of
them,� she jerked her head back across the sea to the island. �Mother said a man had given it to her for
her company for th�whole night. She
hoarded it fer years, but she fell sick an� things got hard. She had to use it for food - it was that or
starve.� Patience paused for a moment,
overcome with the memories. �She never
saw th� man again, not that I know, until he arrived at our door, banging it
with his fist, nearly breaking it from th�hinges.�

�How old were ya?� Jack asked gently.

�Bout five I guess,� she shrugged. �Mother was frightened an� made me hide in th�cupboard. I used ter sleep there when she was workin
like. When she let him in she told him
she did not have it. He went crazy,
breaking up what little we had, beating me mother. I watched from a crack in th�door of th�cupboard. I saw him,� she shuddered. �I saw his face, his teeth, an� that
medallion he wore.� Patience jerked her
head towards the island once more. �He
hit her so hard she went flyin� across th�table an� it fell against th�door an�
I couldn't get out. I couldn�t even see
me mother for th�crack was covered up,� she swallowed audibly. �After he�d gone, I screamed fer me mother,
I screamed fer help, but no one came.�

�How long were ya trapped for?�

�Til th� morning. I
didn�t know if me mother was alive or dead until th�other whores came lookin
fer her an� found us both an� helped mother ter bed.�

�So we both had a reason ter hate him,� Jack mused,
finishing off the bottle. �That why ya
don�t like being locked in?�

�Beg pardon?�

�Why ya made such a fuss about being locked in th�brig?�

Patience shifted, looking distinctly uncomfortable and staring
at the deck before slowly nodding, hating admitting her weakness to him.

�It�s understandable,� he smiled, opening another
bottle. �Ya sure ya don�t want any?�

She looked at him in surprise, having expected some
sarcastic or snide comment and shook her head at the offer of a drink. �So now yer know... Patience Riley, afraid
of water an� locks,� she snorted.

�Jack Sparrer,� he slurred.
�Afraid of betrayal and rats��

�Rats?� She stared
at him in disbelief.

�I was locked in a cell full o�the buggers once,� he
shuddered. �But that�s a tale fer
another night when we can�t sleep, eh?
Now go on. Yer man should be
down soon, go an� warm th�bunk fer him.
Go on�� he shooed her away with his hands.

She nodded slowly and stood up, walking towards the
hatch. �Night Captain,� she called
softly.

�Ya can call me Jack when we�re alone.�

Patience stopped and looked at him, undecided. �Goodnight Jack,� she smiled.

�Night luv,� he smiled in return, raising his bottle once
more.
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