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Deceit and Decisions	By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 4214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cursed disclaimers!
With thanks to
MarzBar, Rowenablue, Ducky, Chelsey, Hils, Mrs Depp, Mab (welcome! And thanks
Hilly!), Lip Butter (faints!), A Depp Girl, RosePearl and Miss Sophia.
Chapter
Twenty-one: ‘Quietly does it, Captain Malster… or should
I say Captain Farrier?’

The following
evening
‘Be careful,’ Jenny
worried as she kissed Jack on the cheek.
‘Don’t take any risks.’
‘I won’t,’ he
assured her, kissing her forehead then nuzzling the top of Joshua’s as he lay
in his mother’s arms. ‘Keep them safe,’
he instructed the men on guard duty.
‘Anyone suspect, kill them, no questions, savvy?’
‘Don’t worry,’ Shay
nodded. ‘No-one will get past my
house, let alone this far up.’
‘You ready?’ Jack
enquired of Luke, Pauly and Davy.
‘As we’ll ever be,’
Davy grinned. ‘I can’t wait fer this
spyin’ lark.’
‘It isn’t a lark,
Phillips,’ Jack growled. ‘If I think
that, you’re not takin’ this seriously enough…’
‘I do, I do,’ the
crewman hurriedly assured his captain.
‘Sorry…’
‘Come on,’ Luke
urged, excited in spite himself. He had
been surprised when Jack had named him for the mission, but had to admit to
looking forward to it. It had been a
while since he had seen any action of any kind.
‘Good luck,’
Patience called as the four men left the house.
‘I just hope fer
once, Jen’s wrong,’ Jack muttered more to himself.
‘But you have a
feeling that she isn’t,’ Luke replied, falling into step beside him as dusk
drew in.
‘Aye,’ the pirate
captain sighed. ‘A soddin’ dreadful
feeling.’
…
Billy Wheeler eagerly
accepted yet another mug of ale as it was pressed into his hands, nodding his
thanks for the congratulations for his forthcoming ‘nuptuals.’ He glanced around the crowded bar, glad to
see a number of unfamiliar faces amongst them, including Henry Malster. Jack had been worried that he would just
have sent his men to the party without attending himself.
‘You’re Black Pearl crew, aren’t you?’ Malster asked as Daniel Woods passed by with an
empty pitcher.
‘Aye, Cap’n
Malster,’ he nodded. ‘Can I get yer a
drink?’
‘No, I’m fine
thanks,’ the older man smiled. ‘Where’s
yer captain an’ the rest of yer crew?’
‘Some of th’crew
were caught slackin’ this afternoon an’ th’captain is on board dishin’ out
their punishment,’ he lied. ‘Although I
reckon missin’ a piss up is punishment enough,’ he grinned, slapping the
pitcher on the bar. ‘Fill it up, Rosie,
there’s a good girl.’
‘Aye,’ Malster
chuckled. ‘So Captain Sparrow won’t be
attendin’ then?’
‘Oh, aye,’ Dan
nodded. ‘Once he feels th’men have been
duly dealt with.’
‘I look forward ter
seein’ him later then,’ Malster smiled, clapping Dan on the back as he moved
past him.
…
‘Times like this, I
wish I was still cursed an’ could walk under water,’ Jack sighed as he and the
others waited none too patiently in the ships boat which was moored to the Pearl, ready to row the short distance across the harbour to Malster’s ship,
Voyager.
‘You are joking?’
Luke spluttered. ‘There’s no such thing
as curses… is there?’
‘Pity you can’t go
an’ ask Governor Norrington if there’s such things as curses,’ Jack chuckled.
‘Y-you were
cursed?’ Pauly gasped, his eyes wide in horror.
‘Fer a time,’ Jack
nodded, jumping as a loud boom reverberated across the water. ‘Guess we go,’ he grinned, grateful that the
waiting was over.
Pauly and Davy took
up the oars and stroked them carefully through the water, so as not to draw any
attention to themselves, although with the barrage of shots being fired from
the two ‘warring’ pirate ships, it was highly unlikely that anyone would hear
their approach.
‘Good job they’re
firing blanks,’ Luke observed as yet another boom sounded.
‘I hope they’re firin’ blanks,’ Jack laughed.
‘Easy does it, lads,’ he urged as the neared their destination.
…
George Farrier
looked around the brawling bar room anxiously, dodging as someone swung a punch
at him. ‘Something’s not right,’ he
thought to himself. ‘It’s almost as if…as if the guns were a
signal.’ A small part of his mind had thought it strange that the brawling
started almost as soon as the sound of a ship’s gun reached the tavern but he
had not had time to ponder it fully thanks to having to defend himself from
fighting men. But now he found himself
backed into an empty booth, save the tavern’s whores who were taking refuge
from the fighting. He took a chair and
hurled it through a window, scrambling out.
‘Get to the ship,’ he told himself, running hard down the
street towards the docks, praying that he would not lose any men. He could not afford the loss, with some of
his crew taking the captured pirate ship back to Port Royal, leaving him with
the bare bones to sail HMS Adventurer.
…
Pauly Wilson took
the mooring line and tied it around the rudder chain, well above the water
line, then the four men carefully climbed up until they reached the stern
windows of the captain’s cabin.
‘Break th’window on
my mark,’ Jack ordered Davy, waiting until he saw a flash from the muzzle of
one of the fighting ship’s cannons.
‘Now!’
Davy smashed
through the window, the sound of the cannon fire masking the sound of breaking
glass, and he felt about for the latch inside, opening the window and
scrambling in, looking around in case there was someone in the cabin. ‘All clear,’ he hissed, moving so that his
cohorts could join him.
‘Search for anythin’
that suggests they’re Navy,’ Jack whispered, fearful of the crew on the main
deck, just beyond the cabin doors. ‘Or
just anythin’ that looks suspicious, savvy?’
The four men tried
various chests and trunks in the dim light of the cabin, cursing occassionally
to find yet another of them locked.
‘What’re we goin’
ter do?’ Pauly asked worriedly. ‘We
can’t get into nothin’ at all.’
Jack fished about
in his pocket, pulling out a long thin piece of metal. He inserted it into a lock in a large desk
in the middle of the cabin, fiddling about until he felt it spring. ‘Gotcha,’ he murmured, pulling the drawer
open and rifling through some papers.
He took a bundle of them to the window to get a better look by the
moonlight.
‘Well?’ Luke
urged. ‘Is there anything amongst
them?’
…
George Farrier
panted with exersion as he rowed hard to his ship. He cursed as he looked up at the deck and was unable to see any
crewmen on watch. ‘Bloody fools are watching the action,’ he thought darkly. ‘I’ll
give them plenty of action when I catch hold of them.’
‘Captain
approaching!’ he called as he neared the hull.
‘Where are you, you imbeciles?’
‘Cap’n?’ came a
voice from the deck. ‘Right here, Sir.’
‘Bloody hell,’
muttered another, casting an anxious glance at his crewmates. ‘We’re in for it now…’
‘Take this bloody
line then,’ Farrier shouted, hurling the mooring line to the deck and climbing
on board once the boat was secure.
‘What the hell is
going on?’ he demanded, looking from one shamefaced man to another angrily. ‘Well?’
…
‘Voices!’ Luke
hissed.
‘Sounds like
Malster,’ Davy added, making to go back out of the window.
‘Hide,’ Jack told
them coolly. ‘I’ll deal with Malster…’
‘Eh?’
‘Do it!’ he
ordered, hurrying to hide behind the door as he saw a figure approaching the
cabin. ‘But cover me, just in
case.’ Jack drew his pistol and cocked
it, aiming at the person as they entered the cabin.
‘Wha…?’
‘Do not make a
sound,’ Jack warned as the captain of Voyager loomed large in
the doorway. ‘You’re covered from all
angles…’ He dragged the man into the cabin, nodding at Luke to lock the doors.
‘What th’hell are
you playin’ at, Sparrow?’
‘Quietly does it,
Captain Malster… or should I say Captain Farrier?’ the pirate
enquired.
‘I have no idea
what you are on about,’ Farrier hissed, hoping to fib his way out of
trouble. ‘I’ll call my men…’
‘Go on,’ Jack
shrugged. ‘There are more of us than
there are of you,’ he lied. ‘You very
nearly did it, didn’t you?’ he chuckled sardonically. ‘But this… this changes everything…’ Jack held up
a letter and waved it in front of Farrier’s nose.
‘Give that to me!’
Farrier blanched as he realised what the letter was. ‘It has nothing to do with you.’
‘Ah, but it
does. You’ve killed friends of mine,
family of my crewmen – it has everything ter do with me.’
‘No,’ Farrier
whispered hoarsly. ‘I beg of you…’
‘Too late for
that,’ Jack snapped. ‘I have a family
to protect and you an’ the fuckin’ Navy are not goin’ to harm them, savvy?’
‘I promise not to
attack you or your family. I’ll offer
amnesty.’
‘I wouldn’t trust
your word if you said black was white,’ Jack sneered. He grabbed Farrier by the collar and spun him to face the door,
his pistol pointing at the naval man’s head.
‘Luke, open it.’
‘Aye, Cap’n,’ Luke
replied, throwing back the bolts and pushing the door open.
‘Nice an’ gentle,’
Jack growled softly, giving his nemesis a shove with his free hand.
‘Captain?’ one of
the Navy crew gasped as he saw his superior walk slowly out of his cabin with a
figure behind him holding a pistol against his head.
‘Back off,’ Farrier
ordered.
‘An’ drop yer
weapons,’ Davy added as he and the others came onto the deck, their own weapons
drawn.
‘Do it,’ Jack
snapped as the naval men complied and their pistols and short swords clattered
to the deck and were quickly gathered up by the pirates.
‘Now shoot them,’
Jack ordered coolly. The three men
looked at their captain in shock, knowing such an order was out of character
for him, but they obeyed grimly, despatching the helpless men rapidly.
‘There was no need
for that!’ Farrier gasped.
‘Better a quick
shot to th’head than what those on shore would have done,’ Jack growled as he
made for the side, where the ship’s boat was moored. ‘Phillips, light a torch an’wave it towards shore, show Condent
that it is th’Navy.’
‘What are you going
to do with me?’ Farrier demanded, wondering if he would be able to escape
somehow when he climbed down to the boat, sighing with bitter disappointment
when Pauly Wilson and Luke climbed down ahead of him.
‘Never you mind,’
Jack snarled, giving him another shove towards the rail. ‘Go on,’ he urged. ‘Get in th’boat.’
George Farrier
climbed down with a heavy heart. He had
a feeling he knew what Jack had in mind and cursed himself for being too
arrogant in thinking he could get away with fooling the pirate.
‘What are you going
to do with the letter?’ he asked once Jack had settled himself in the boat and
the crew started rowing to shore.
‘Guess?’ Jack
sneered, patting the pocket where the letter was safely tucked away.
‘And my crew in the
town?’
‘Most probably dead
by now,’ the pirate captain shrugged.
‘Th’torch was a signal ter kill your crew.’
‘How?’ Farrier worried. ‘We have
used this method for years and never been caught out – how the hell did you
find out?’
‘Someone with a
very sharp eye,’ Jack grinned. ‘Saw yer
ship as Navy and recognised it when they saw it here.’
‘They must know
their ships then,’ Farrier sighed. ‘I
commend your crewman,’ he smiled sadly.
‘I’ll let them
know,’ Jack acknowledged.
‘Look, Captain
Sparrow, I feel I have come to know you over these past few months, as I asked
around about you. You are not a vicious
man – let me go, for heaven’s sake! You
know what they’ll do to me,’ he pleaded, jerking his head towards the shore.
‘I’ve learned a lot
about you,’ Jack shrugged. ‘I know that
you are a past master at deceit and therefore I couldn’t trust a word you said,
even if I had wanted you to live - which I don’t, incidentally. Much as it galls me ter say it, you’re good at what you do and I can’t have that.’
‘Then kill me now
and have done with it.’
‘Ha! And have the pirate fraternity wanting my
guts fer garters? I don’t think so…’
Jack looked around as they neared the shore, unsurprised to see a welcoming
party, with Edmund Condent at the head, waiting for them. ‘Ya’d best prepare yourself,’ he smiled
thinly. ‘Perhaps now you know how a
pirate feels when he’s walkin’ to th’gallows…’
‘Get th’bastard
out!’ Condent snarled as they drew alongside the wharf, watching as his men
hauled Farrier bodily from the boat and dragged him along the street towards
the town.
‘What are ya goin’
to do with him? Kill him yourself or
turn him over to th’mob?’ Jack enquired.
‘I’ll see what
information I can find out from him then let the men have their sport. I’ll send someone over to th’ship and rifle
his cabin.’
‘I don’t think so,’
Jack retorted. ‘I took th’ship – it’s
mine. I’m postin’ a watch on board
tonight then you an’ me can go through his papers tomorrow, savvy?’
‘Aye,’ Condent
sighed, thinking that it had been worth a try.
‘I’d better go an’ make sure that lot don’t get a head start on
th’bastard,’ he chuckled. ‘Good work,
Jack. I look forward ter goin’ through
his effects.’
‘See ya tomorrow,’
Jack nodded, not wanting to bear witness to the likely violent and gruesome
death of the naval captain, preferring to kill a man quickly in cold blood than
tear him apart limb from limb. From the
amount of blood and gore on the quayside, those ashore had already met their
fates.
‘You an’ Pauly go
an’ see who ya can round up,’ Jack instructed Davy Phillips. ‘Make sure they’re capable of watch duties,
then head back to th’Voyager an’ guard it – shoot first, ask later if
necessary, savvy?’
‘Aye, Cap’n,’ the
crewman nodded, grabbing Pauly Wilson by the arm and sprinting the way Condent
and his men had gone.
‘Back home?’ Luke
enquired, sharing Jack’s distaste of what was about to happen.
‘Aye,’ Jack
sighed. ‘Fast as you like, eh?’
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