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What Jack Sparrow Wants	By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 7632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Usual
dislcaimers – sob!
Thanks for your reviews,
as always they are very welcome and special thanks to Linnie for editing (Hils
is on holiday).
Apologies for
the delay in posting these chapters up. My Jack/you fic, The Rules of
Attraction, was deleted and because of this, my account was locked until
today… if any of you want to read it, I have posted it on , or email me
and I will send it to you.
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Chapter
eighteen: ‘Joshamee Gibbs, you’re a bloody genius!’
Jenny woke in
the pre-dawn light to an empty bunk and guessed that Jack was on deck, eager to
see where the treasure might be hidden. She clambered off the bunk and
dressed hurriedly then made her own way above where she saw most of the crew
had gathered. A thick mist swirled about The Black Pearl and a
mean wind whipped Jenny’s hair about her face. She tried not to be too
shocked as a stream of expletives left Jack’s mouth before he noticed she was
there.
‘Sorry luv,
but…’ Jack waved an arm about him with exasperation.
‘If there is
treasure Jack, it will still be there when this fog clears.’ Jenny patted
his arm consolingly.
‘I know, I
know,’ Jack sighed. ‘I just want ter get th’treasure an’ get out of this
Godforsaken place as soon as I can. Y’know people actually live
here? Dan Woods spotted fires dotted about when on watch last night.’
Jack shivered theatrically, ‘Ya could offer me all th’treasure in th’world an’
I wouldn’t live here.’
Joshamee Gibbs
strode about the deck ordering the men to maintain the ship, anything to keep
their minds and hands occupied until the fog lifted. Jenny set about
polishing the salt-encrusted rails, losing herself in the rhythm of moving back
and forth over each section until it shone. She looked up to see that the
fog was slowly starting to thin out and the land began to appear through the
gloom.
‘Jack.’
‘Aye luv, I can
see.’ Jack made his way from the foredeck to Jenny and stood with her,
watching as more of the land appeared through the mist until all the fog was
gone and they could see the land surrounding the inlet clearly. To
everyone’s surprise the shore surrounding the inlet was rocky outcrop,
interspersed with marshy bogs with a mound of rock, marking a burial place
nearby. All eyes were curiously scanning the area to see where the most
likely place to hide treasure would be. As far as Jenny could tell, there
were none.
‘Man th’boats,
we’re goin’ ashore. Ya wanna come luv?’ Jack smiled down at his
companion but she could see the frustration in his eyes.
‘Yes please,
I’ll just go and put my sturdy boots on.’ She hurried down the hatch to the
cabin and sought out her boots, pulling them on hastily then rushing back up to
the deck, where Jack was waiting for her.
‘That were quick
darlin’, eager to get goin’ eh?’
‘Well it’s not
every day I get to go on a treasure hunt,’ she grinned, her excitement bubbling
over. She climbed over the side of the ship and gingerly down the rope to
the waiting boat which set off as soon as Jack reached it.
He organised the
crew into search parties and they scouted the area for the whole day, but
no-one had found anything remotely like treasure. In fact they searched
for three days with no success and tempers were beginning to fray.
‘I wish them
bleedin’ natives’d stop watchin’ us,’ growled Joshamee Gibbs, scowling in the
direction of a group of native Indians watching from a distance. Jenny
cast an uneasy glance at them, her shock of discovering that they were naked
long since gone but she still felt uncomfortable at being so close to
savages. She walked over to Jack who was sitting alone on a large rock,
staring out at the vista.
‘Are you all
right Jack?’ She sat down besides him, threading an arm through his.
‘Aye luv, I just
wish I knew where th’bloody hell it was,’ he sighed, smiling ruefully at her
then looked beyond her at the Indians who were gathering peat that they had dug
from the marshes and taking it back to their settlement nearby. ‘Have ya
noticed somethin’ Jen? They never go near that burial mound… wonder
why?’ Jack shrugged, getting to his feet and helping her up, kissing her
as she stood. ‘C’mon missy, let’s get back ter th’ship an’ I’ll warm yer
up.’
‘Erm… I can’t
Jack.’
‘Eh?
What’d ya mean, ya can’t?’ He e He stopped walking and regarded Jenny who
shuffled, embarrassed by the conversation.
‘It’s my bleeds again.’
‘Again? Ya
weren’t joking when ya said yer weren’t regular. C’mon luv, there are
other ways ter warm each other up, eh?’ He leaned forward and kissed her
on the forehead before leading her to the boats going back to The Pearl.
…
…   …   …
Jack strode
across the rocky ground, rubbed his bleary eyes and wondered whether this day
would bring them success or not.
‘John!’ he
called when he noticed that some of the Indians were gathering round, the
closer John Williams got to the burial mound.   Jack drew his pistol
as one of them approached, his hands outstretched by his side to show he was
unarmed. The Indian pointed to the mound then shook his head vigorously,
his face showing alarm.
‘Nah, don’t
worry mate, we ain’t goin’ ter dig up yer dead,’ Jack muttered, more to himself
as the native had no way of understanding him. He watched as the group of
Indians skirted the mound from about ten yards away, unwilling to get any
closer.
‘John, go up
th’mound and see if they follow ya. Me an’ Gibbs’ll cover ya.’ Jack
aimed his pistol towards the group and noticed out the corner of his eye that
some of his crew had done the same. ‘No firin’ unless absolutely
necessary, savvy?’
He watched as
the burly cook of The Black Pearl clambered up the stone covered mound,
swaying uneasily as he fought to keep his balance. As he reached the top
the natives, including the one who had approached Jack, turned and ran, crying
out in alarm until they reached the safety of their village.
‘Well, well,
well. Wotcha make of that, Gibbs?’
‘Haven’t a clue,
Cap’n. But I’ve noticed they never go anywhere near the stack.’
‘I’ve noticed
that too. I thought Indians revered their dead and worshipped the restin’
places.’
‘Mebbe there’s
no dead buried there,’ Gibbs joked then turned his attention to organising some
food.
Jack stared in
wonder at his quartermaster’s retreating figure, elation flooding through his
body. ‘Joshamee Gibbs, you’re a bloody genius!’
Gibbs looked
round with a puzzled frown, to see his captain running for all he was worth
towards the mound, passing the figure of John Williams as he went, who stopped,
stared then followed his captain back to the mound. ‘Bloody hell, the
mound! All hands to th’mound,’ Gibbs ordered before hurrying himself over
to it.
Three teams were
quickly organised, one to take the rocks from the mound, one to carry it away
from the area and the final team were to keep watch in case the Indians, who
were watching closely from their village, tried anything. Jenny found
herself in the first team and she worked hard and fast, pulling the rocks away
and handing them to another member of the crew. As they reached ground
level, it became apparent that beneath the rocks and stones was an enormous
slab, about twenty feet long and four feet wide.
‘How’re we goin’
ter move this?’ called one of the crew, his mates muttering their
agreement.
‘Watch team, I
want ya ter go back t’the ship and fetch any tools that can be used ter break
this up. Removal team, take over from th’watch.’ Jack went and
joined Jenny on the hard ground while he waited for the tools to be brought
from the ship.
‘This won’t
cause trouble with the natives, will it Jack?’
‘I don’t think
so luv. If they didn’t want us ter break in they’d have tried ter stop us
before now. I reckon they’re superstitious about it, that’s why they
won’t go near th’place.’ He took a swig of water from his hip flask and
offered it to her who drank thirstily before handing it back with regret.
‘Finish it off Jen, I’ll re-fill it,’ he smiled, watching as her throat muscles
contracted as she swallowed and closed his eyes, imagining himself sucking at
her throat, feeling her swallow against his lips and tongue. His eyes
snapped back open as he realised Jenny was talking to him. ‘Eh luv?’
‘I said, the men
are on their way back already,’ Jenny shook her head, wondering how the crew
managed to put up with him for so long.
‘Good,
good. Now we can really get started.’ He leaped to his feet
and went to meet the men, helping to carry the tools from the boat to where the
mound had been. He assigned his burliest men to start hammering at the
slab using large hammers and thick chisels and soon a fissure appeared at one
edge then spread rapidly across the slab until, with a loud crack, it caved in
and tumbled into a rectangular hole in the ground, with rough hewn steps
leading down it.
‘Get th’pieces
out, then we can have a look. Davy, fetch a torch.’
‘Jack…’ came
Jenny’s anxious voice, ‘The Indians are coming back.’
‘Bloody hell,
Gibbs, make sure they don’t try anythin’ savvy? C’mon Jenny Wren, this is
your treasure too.’ He took a flaming torch from Davy Phillips and once
the broken slab had been removed, led the way down the steps and into the dark
passage, the light from the torch bouncing off the walls as they made their way
deeper underground. Jenny clutched his hand anxiously as they reached a
chamber which contained over twenty chests and four skeletons. She gasped
at the sight of the bodies, but all Jack could see were the large chests,
placed in the centre of the chamber.
‘Gibbs, I’ll
have half a dozen men down here, there’s no room fer any more,’ Jack called
then handed the torch to Jenny and went to the nearest chest and tried the
lid. ‘Bring th’hammers and chisels down as well.’
The chamber grew
lighter as the crewmen got nearer to it with their torches and Jenny moved out
of the way, trying to avoid the skeletons whilst watching with rapt attention
as the chisels were wedged into the chest and the lid was prised open.
She nearly dropped the torch in shock as she saw the contents of the chest,
gleaming in the torch-light. There were hundreds, if not thousands of
gold and silver coins, gems the size of pebbles, jewel encrusted chalices, long
ropes of pearls, statues of idols. Every sort of treasure Jenny could
imagine and a few more that she could not. Jack threw his arms around her
and swung her around, laughing manically with joy, snapping Jenny from her
reverie. The chamber quickly filled with men eager to view their hoard
and she felt her head start to pound with the noise and lack of air in the
chamber so she pushed her way through and back up the steps into the open where
she stood panting, trying to get her breath back. ‘That was just one
chest,’ she thought to herself. ‘What is in the others?
Where on earth did it all come from?’
‘Jenny… Jenny!’
She looked up at Mad Pete who was shaking her gently by the arm. ‘You all
right darlin?’
‘Y-yes,
Pete. I-I’ve never seen anything like it…’ she trailed off, a look of
wonderment on her face.
He laughed
heartily, his mates nearby joining in. ‘Ah, I’ll bet it’s mere trifle ter
what we’ve found other times, eh lads?’
‘Nah Pete,’ came
Jack’s lazy drawl. ‘Th’only time I’ve seen more treasure in one place was
at Isla de Muerta.’
‘Seriously
Cap’n?’ Pete looked down at his captain with wide eyes then over at the
hollow in the ground.
‘Aye,
seriously. Go on. Go an’ have a look, an’ evict some o’the others
while yer at it.’
‘Aye, aye Cap’n…
Come on lads.’ Pete and his mates made for the steps, bellowing for those
below to come out so they could go down and take a look.
‘Y’all right
luv?’ Jack wound am arm around Jenny’s waist, hugging her to him.
‘Yes, it’s just…
I’ve never seen...’
‘Aye, it’s a
good hoard,’ he grinned, the smile being tempered by the sight of the Indian
who had approached him earlier, coming towards them again. ‘Jen, go
below.’
‘What?
Why?’ Jenny looked round at the man, who was continuing to walk towards
them, hands outstretched but stayed where she was.
‘Habla usted con
una lengua Española?’
They looked at
the man in astonishment before Jack found his tongue. ‘We speak Spanish,’
he replied fluently. ‘Stay where you are. What do you want?’
‘That is an evil
place, bad luck will come to you and your men for disturbing it.’ The
Indian stood some ten feet away from Jack. ‘The elders in my village tell
a tale of that place, you would do well to listen to it.’
‘What is the
tale?’ Jack motioned for his men to lay down their weapons and beckoned
the Indian forward.
‘Many moons ago,
a ship such as yours came into the bay with much damage. My people were
afraid to leave the village for these men argued and fought and some were even
killed. The ship men carried many things off it and dug a hole in the
ground, burying some things within, along with the dead men. Then they
covered the hole with rocks and set off across the land and have never
returned.’
Jack stroked his
beard braids thoughtfully, ‘That fits in wi’Lopez disappearing, an’
th’skeletons too,’ he murmured in English. He looked back at the Indian
and clasped his hands together, bowing his head slightly. ‘Thank you for
your warning but we do not believe in this curse,’ Jack said, reverting to
Spanish. ‘But if it pleases you we will leave a peace offering to your
Gods.’
‘That would
please the elders and the Gods.’ The Indian bowed his head then turned
and headed back to his village.
‘Right, I want
this lot cleared out of there pronto. Pete, are the chests too heavy ter
come out as they are?’ Jack strode to the steps and bounded down, two at
a time.
‘Aye Cap’n,’
came Pete’s echoed reply from the chamber. ‘I reckon we’re going to have
to unload each chest by at least half before they can be shifted.’
‘Bugger!
Gibbs,’ Jack bellowed back up the steps. ‘Organise barrels an’ chests
from th’ship. Jenny, come down here so I know yer safe.’
‘Aye,
Jack.’ Joshamee Gibbs immediately set about carrying out his captain’s
orders, not that he needed to chivvy his crew along. They were as eager
to get the booty stashed on board The Black Pearl as their captain was.
Jenny made her
way back to the chamber, relieved to see there were only a few men left down
there. ‘What shall I do, Jack?’
‘Ah luv, ya can
help empty the chests when th’barrels arrive. Y’all right down here now?’
‘Yes, it was
just a shock seeing so much treasure then it got very crowded and I needed to
get out. I’m fine now.’ Jenny picked up a handful of coins and
loosed it into the barrel, realising with slight dismay that it was going to
take a very long time to empty the chambers contents. ‘It’s going to take
forever…’
‘Nah, ya haven’t
seen this lot move when there’s booty involved,’ he laughed as he went to help
bring down the first of the barrels.
…
Authors
notes: The translation of the Spanish spoken by the Indian is: Do
you speak with a Spanish tongue? I’m probably taking a few liberties
having him speaking Spanish, but after researching the history of South
America, I realised that a lot of countries passed between Spain and Portugal
and native tribes traded with sailors etc, so it is not in the realms of
impossibilty that they would have picked both languages up.
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