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Can I please have him? Gah!
With thanks to Chelsey, Rowenablue, MarzBar, Ducky, Miss
Sohpia, RosePearl, Captain Ammie, A Depp Girl and of course Hils.
…
Chapter twenty-three:
‘Nobody likes spies and infiltrators…’

San Juan
Jack paced along
the row of men, standing on the quayside of San Juan harbour, nodding to one or
two with whom he was acquainted. He was
pleased with the amount of volunteers wanting to crew for him, but reckoned that
at least half of those standing before him would not be picked. Only the best would ever do for him and his
ship.
‘Ships,’ he reminded himself with a chuckle, drawing nervous glances from a
couple of men. Jack broke away from the
line and took Shay, who had been following him, to one side and the two men
conferred with heads bowed for a number of minutes until they were agreed on
whom to choose. Jack watched as Shay
undertook the duty to inform the selected men and commiserate with those who
had lost out and grinned, knowing that his gut feeling about picking the young
Irishman for acting captain was indeed the correct one, and that his beloved Pearl would be in safe hands.
‘On to Port Royal?’
Joshamee Gibbs asked as he approached.
‘No, Tortuga
first,’ Jack informed him. ‘From what
Thomas Price has said, it’s startin’ ter pick up there again now, an’ I want
th’pirates to know there’s a spy in th’camp.’
‘You’re going to
tell them about Rebecca?’ the older man gasped.
‘Aye,’ Jack nodded
gravely. ‘If she’s prepared to sell
th’brotherhood out ter Beauchamp, who knows who she’ll sell out next time, an’
to whom.’
‘Fair enough,’
Gibbs agreed. ‘I hadn’t thought of it
like that,’ he admitted. ‘I still can’t
believe that a young slip of a girl could do something like that.’
‘Now yer know why I
can count those I truly trust on one hand.
But now, we still need at least twenty more men, so move yer ample arse
an’ find me some, eh?’
‘Aye, Cap’n,’
Joshamee grinned, taking the insult as lightly as it was intended. ‘But we might be able to get some more in
Tortuga?’
‘We might,’ Jack
agreed. ‘But I’d rather get th’majority
here, just in case. Ya never know who’s
in Tortuga these days.’
…
Three days later
‘Bloody hell!’ John
Williams exclaimed as he looked out on the mostly re-built pirate town. ‘They’ve been busy…’
‘Haven’t they
just,’ Jack grinned in wonderment. ‘I’d
never have believed it. Haul in sail,’
he ordered the crew. ‘An’ drop anchor.’
‘Do we have shore
leave?’ Billy Wheeler asked hopefully.
He had missed the charms of Scarlett and looked forward to seeing her
again.
‘Aye, but just for
tonight. We leave th’day after
tomorrow, savvy?’
‘Aye, aye, Cap’n,’
the young crewman grinned, winking at his mates.
‘But first, Mr.
Wheeler, you an’ Ben can row me an’ Pete ter shore. I have some business to attend.’
‘Rebecca?’ John
asked.
‘Rebecca,’ Jack
confirmed. ‘Let’s just hope she doesn’t
recognise th’Voyager.’
‘I doubt many women
have got Jenny’s eye fer ships,’ John chuckled.
‘No,’ Jack
smiled. ‘I taught her well.’
‘Aye,’ not just in
recognisin’ ships…’ came an anonymous voice from the rigging.
‘Any more of that
and you’ll be hanging from that rigging,’ Jack growled, glaring angrily up at
the wires.
‘Lower the boat,’
Joshamee ordered, hoping to distract from the situation.
‘Aye, Mr. Gibbs,’
nearby crewmen chorused, hurrying to lower the ships boat ready to take their
captain and quartermaster ashore.
‘Gibbs, you have
command. This won’t take long.’
‘Aye, Captain. Good luck.’
…
‘Jack!’ Rebecca Tyler beamed, hastening from behind
the bar to greet him as he and Pete Symmonds strode across the floor. ‘Long time no see.’
‘I’ve been busy,’
Jack shrugged non-committally. ‘Have
you got a moment?’
‘Fer you? Any time,’ she smiled seductively. ‘But don’t yer think a moment will be too
short?’
‘Not for what I
have in mind,’ Jack informed her, following as she lead the way to a back room.
‘Ooh, that sounds
serious. Problems?’
‘You could say
that,’ he replied grimly as he shut the door behind himself, leaving Pete outside
to stand guard. ‘Nobody likes spies and
infiltrators…’
‘Indeed not,’ she
gasped. ‘Are there spies about
still? I thought that had been dealt
with when Bleddri was taken.’
‘Yes, but another
took his place, didn’t you, Rebecca?’
‘Me? Me?
You are joking?’
‘Don’t take me for
a fool,’ Jack snapped. ‘I know damned
well that you are a spy for Farrier.’
‘I’d sure as hell
like to see your proof,’ she snarled.
‘I can easily fetch
Thomas Price in here and get him to confirm what he told me, about how his wife
is being held in Port Royal and how he has to report any news to you.’
Rebecca blanched
slightly as she regarded Jack. ‘What do
you want from me?’ she asked eventually.
‘I’d like ter know
why you did it, for a start?’
‘Do ya know how
little money yer earn from whorin’ or bar work? Barely enough ter keep body an’ soul together.’
‘Th’other girls
manage it,’ Jack growled. ‘They don’t
betray people to their worst enemies.’
‘That’s up ter
them,’ the young woman shrugged. ‘So,
what do yer want with me?’
‘I should turn you
over to th’pirates,’ he warned. ‘Let
them do to you what those in Tortola did to Farrier…’
‘What?’ she gasped, fear showing in her eyes for the first time.
‘But I’m not a
callous man,’ he went on. ‘So you can
either come with me and I sell you into servitude, or you can face the
mob. But if you do come with me an’ I ever see your face in a pirate town again, I will kill you.’
‘You don’t leave me
with a lot of choice, do ya?’ Rebecca snapped, glaring hatefully at him.
‘You’re expecting
sympathy?’ Jack asked sarcastically. ‘I
wouldn’t be holding your breath then…’
‘Can I get some
things together?’
‘No. You’re coming now. Pete!’ he called. ‘We’re leaving,’ he informed the newly promoted quartermaster of
the Black Pearl as he opened the door and entered the room.
‘Aye, Cap’n. Come on, ya slapper,’ the burly man growled,
giving Rebecca a shove towards the door.
‘Yer just want ter hope that word hasn’t already spread,’ he warned. ‘I might not be able ter fend them all off…’
Rebecca Tyler
stomped along the corridor and across the floor of the Faithful Bride, avoiding
the stares from onlookers.
‘Ere, Sparrer. What’s goin’ on?’ Francine asked from the
lap of a punter. ‘An’ how’s Patience?’
‘You’ll hear what’s
goin’ on soon enough,’ Jack informed her.
‘But fer th’foreseeable future, you’re runnin’ th’show, savvy?’
‘Me?’
she squeaked with surprise as she leapt off the pirate’s lap. ‘Runnin’ th’Bride? Bleedin’ hell!’
An’ Patience is
fine,’ Jack added as he headed out the door.
‘I’ll tell her ya said ‘Hello’.’
‘Ta!’ Francine
yelled back gleefully. ‘Ta very much,
Sparrer – I always did like ya!’
‘At least someone’s
happy,’ Pete chuckled dryly, gripping his prisoner’s arm a little tighter as
she stumbled.
‘So where exactly are yer takin’ me?’ Rebecca asked sourly, trying to shake her arm free
but giving up as the pirate’s grip began to hurt.
‘I have a friend
who has a friend who deals with bonded women.
I’m sure between them, they’ll find a place fer ya soon enough.’
‘Bastard,’ she
muttered under her breath.
‘At least I don’t
betray people,’ came Jack’s riposte.
‘An’ you’ve never
done what yer had ter do at whatever cost?’ the young woman snarled, rounding
on Jack. ‘You’ve never used people ter
get what yer want?’
‘I’ve never passed
on information that has sent my fellow pirates to their deaths.’
‘I’m not a pirate,’
she reminded him petulantly.
‘Neither is Beth
Price,’ Jack all but shouted, drawing curious glances from people in the
street.
‘I reckon we should
just tell everyone what’s she’s done an’ let them deal with her,’ Pete
suggested, wanting nothing better than to be first in line.
‘I’m sorely
tempted,’ Jack sighed. ‘But I gave her
a choice an’ I’m a man of my word…’
‘Pity,’ Pete
grumbled, pushing the woman once more.
‘Get a move on before th’Captain changes his mind.’
‘So how did yer
find out? Price, I suppose?’ she
sniped.
‘No. Price came to us after Farrier was
killed. You can spend yer days as a
skivvy tryin’ to figure it out, eh?’ Jack chuckled.
‘Got the fuckin’
whore then?’ Billy called as the group came into view from where he and Ben
were waiting by the ship’s boat.
‘I thought you were
turnin’ her over, Cap’n?’ Ben queried.
‘No, I’m far too
kind hearted fer that!’ Jack sighed threatrically. ‘She can work her fingers to th’bone instead.’
‘On board?’ Billy exclaimed.
‘Nah, young Mr.
Wheeler. In servitude.’
‘Ah. Get in then, ya bleedin’ tart,’ he barked,
as the group finally reached the quayside.
‘Give us a hand,
would ya?’ Rebecca sulked. ‘Can’t get
in on me own.’
‘Don’t want ter
sully my hands,’ Billy sniped, sneering distastefully at her.
‘Fer gawds
sake!’ Pete climbed down to the boat
first and helped the young woman in, then held it steady whilst the others in
the party boarded.
‘Will I be safe?’
she asked, suddenly realising the extent of the hostility towards her.
‘My men won’t touch
ya,’ Jack told her ‘They know
th’penalty fer that on my ship.’
‘An’ what’s that
then?’
‘Death.’
‘Oh…’
‘So, you’ll be safe
enough.’
The boat fell
silent as Billy and Ben rowed to the Black
Pearl, anchored a short distance
from the harbour side, Voyager just to her stern. Ben Watson threw up the mooring line and
Jack climbed aboard, leaving the others to help Rebecca climb the Jacob’s ladder.
‘You didn’t go
through with it then?’ Joshamee Gibbs asked quietly, looking relieved.
‘No,’ Jack shook
his head ruefully. ‘I couldn’t…’
‘Good,’ the older
man smiled, his smile fading as the prisoner finally made it to the deck. ‘Take her below,’ he ordered, not wanting
any sort of reaction from the crew.
‘I don’t have ter
remind you all of th’rules,’ Jack barked to the crew. ‘Whatever she’s done, harm a hair on her head an’ ya’ll have me
to answer to, savvy?’
‘Aye, Cap’n,’ the
crew chorused, watching balefully as Pete marched Rebecca towards the hatch
that lead to the brig.
…
‘Captain
Sparrow! It’s good to see you
again!’ A small, swarthy man bounded
towards Jack, as the pirate approached him sitting at a table outside a tavern. ‘It’s been too long since you were in
Port-Au-Prince.’
‘Aye,’ Jack nodded
with a grin. ‘Far too long. You’re lookin’ well, Jacques.’
‘I’m getting fat!’
the Frenchman exclaimed in a heavy accent.
‘Too much good living. Now, what
brings you here after so long? Business?’
‘You know me too
well,’ Jack smiled. ‘I have a girl that
I want Jean-Claude to sell for me.’
‘Pardon? That’s not your usual trade, Jack.’
‘She’s a spy who
was sellin’ information on to th’English Navy.
I want her as far away from th’Caribbean as possible, savvy?’
‘Ah, I see… well,
I’m sure Jean-Claude will know of some place to send her,’ Jacques Rosseau
assured the pirate captain. ‘Why don’t
you come for dinner tonight and bring the girl. My cellar is empty at present, so I can keep her there until
Jean-Claude returns. Besides, Amilé
would love to see you again.’
‘I look forward to
seeing Amilé again, not ter mention enjoy (enjoying) her cooking,’ Jack
chuckled. ‘Would it be all right if I
bring someone along with me?’
‘That will be
fine,’ Jacques nodded. ‘I had better go
and give my beautiful wife fair warning of your arrival.’
‘Good idea. I’ll bring my beautiful wife to meet you,
one day.’
‘I heard you were
married. Who’d have thought, eh?’
‘Who indeed,’ Jack
smiled. ‘Later, my friend,’ he waved as
he headed back towards the docks.
…
Rebecca Tyler
implored Jack with her eyes as he unlocked the door to the brig. ‘Please don’t do this. I swear to ya, I’ll never do anythin’ like
it again.’
‘Far too late for
that,’ Jack replied grimly. ‘Too many
men and women died because of what you did – I’m not takin’ any chances.’
‘I hate you,’ she
spat, glaring at Drew McCarrick as he hauled her to her feet, manacles dangling
from his free hand. ‘I hope yer rot in
hell, an’ yer family, too.’
‘See ya there,’
Jack shrugged, moving to pin her arms whilst Drew fixed the shackles to her
wrists. ‘Take her above,’ he ordered
the Scotsman who pulled her out of the cell.
‘I ain’t goin’
anywhere, yer bastards!’ Rebecca shrieked, struggling to get away from the
pirate. ‘Ya can’t do this ter me!’
‘Yes I can,’ Jack
informed her. ‘Now, do you really want me ter fetch more men down to assist you? Men who would like nothing more than ter
teach you a lesson?’
‘No,’ she sighed,
the fight going from her body and she carefully climbed the steps, resigned to
her fate, Drew following closely behind.
She blanched and shrank back as a man with a vicious scar down his cheek
pushed his face into hers as she walked along the corridor.
‘Yer getting’ off scot
free,’ he snarled. ‘Yer should hang
from th’yardarm.’
‘That’s enough,
Bob,’ Jack ordered the carpenter’s mate.
‘Go back to yer duties.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ Bob
Cooper answered sulkily, hanging back and hissing as the trio made their way
towards the hatch leading to the main deck.
‘Cooper!’ Jack
growled. ‘I’ll flog ya for
insubordination if yer not careful,’ he warned.
Rebecca climbed the
steps and blinked in the bright evening light, then gulped with fear as she
looked about the deck of the Black
Pearl and what seemed to be every
man on board looking at her hatefully.
She stumbled as Drew pushed her towards the side of the ship where the
boat was moored, flinching as some men started murmuring, calling her various
names and telling her what they thought should be done to her.
Pete Symmonds
looked at his captain, ready to silence the men if Jack so ordered, but Jack
shook his head, reasoning to himself that a bit of name calling was not the
worst thing that could have happened to her, not by a long stretch.
‘You have command,
Pete. Th’men can have leave, but make
sure there’s a good watch on board, savvy?’
‘Aye. Enjoy dinner,’ Pete grinned.
‘With Amilé’s
cooking, how can I not?’
…
‘Blimey! You’ve had a wash!’ Jack exclaimed as he
eyed Shay who was waiting for them on the quayside, having sailed to Dominica
on Voyager.
‘So have ye!’ Shay
teased, poking his tongue out at his friend as he caught the mooring line and
wound around a bollard, securing the ship’s boat to the wharf. ‘I’ve paid th’moorin’ charges fer both
boats,’ he informed Jack, glacing coolly at the young woman.
‘Ta,’ the older man
smiled. ‘Pity Jen an’ Patience aren’t
with us.’
‘Aye, I was
thinkin’ that myself,’ Shay sighed. He
waited until they were out of earshot of Rebecca before leaning over to his
friend. ‘I think Patience is with child
again…’
‘Again?! Bleedin’ hell,
Connelly. Give th’poor girl chance ter
recover from th’last one.’
‘Ah, come on,
Jack. Ye mean ter tell me that ye an’
Jenny haven’t already…?’
‘Well,’ Jack grinned. ‘That’s different.’
‘I thought it might
be, somehow,’ Shay laughed as the two men walked slowly through the town
towards Jacques Rosseau’s large house on the outskirts. ‘You’ve no regrets about what yer doin’ with
her?’ He jerked his head back towards
Rebecca and Drew.
‘No. You saw th’aftermath of Farrier. No matter how much I despise th’woman an’
what she’s done, I couldn’t let them do that to her.’
‘I agree. I was hopin’ ye’d change yer mind.’
‘So why didn’t ya
say so?’ Jack frowned, regarding his friend.
‘Because yer still
captain,’ the Irishman shrugged.
‘Besides, I’m a softer touch than ye…’
‘Like hell ya are,
Connelly!’ Jack snorted. ‘I’ve seen ya
in battle, remember.’
‘Battle’s
different,’ Shay reasoned. ‘But I’m
glad ye didn’t go through with it.’
‘She’ll probably
wish she was dead in six months time.
It ain’t a bed of roses, being in servitude.’
‘I know. My sister, Richael is a maid, an’ I was a
servant myself, remember. I know how
hard it is.’
‘More so when yer
bonded over here. There’s a different
mindset, somehow. Life seems ter mean
less to them.’
‘Aye,’ Shay
agreed. ‘I’d noticed.’
‘Here we are,’ Jack
said eventually as they came to the gate of a large house on the outskirts of
town. ‘Drew, take her round th’back. Then have yer leave.’
‘Aye, Cap’n.’
‘Goodbye,
Rebecca. An’ for what it’s worth, good
luck.’
‘Fuck off,
Sparrow,’ she spat as she pushed past him.
‘Rot in hell…’
Jack watched until
the young woman disappeared from view around the back of the house, then with a
sigh, walked besides Shay along the path to the front door.
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