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Chapter List
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See previous chapters for Disclaimers, Warnings, and Notes.

Chapter Three: The Medium
�A genuine medium!�
Maren stomach
congealed to lead. She had been
watching the scene unfold with keen interest, in case the situation got out of
hand. After all, Buckman still owed his
tab and dead men don�t tip well. But
she froze, panic written upon her lovely face, when that finger fell on her and
proclaimed her, marked like Cain, a medium.
�Told ye the
son o� bitch couldn�t keep one God damned secret,�
Kristy whined, making futile attempts to lift Gibb�s whiskey in her ghost
hands. �Christ, the
unmentionables I�d do for a drink!�
�Shut it Kristy, yer
not helping,� Maren�s gift transpired silently. Swallowing a lump in her throat, Maren said out loud, �Buck, ye
fool, what�s ye goin� on �bouts now?�
She noticed Jack�s eyes slitting, scrupulously studying her. �Ye don�t believe him do ye? He�s crazy!� too late she heard the pleading
in her voice and she doubted Jack would miss such a clue.
Frightened, he might
lose his fifteen crowns, Old Buckman tried to smooth things over, �Don�t be
like that Maren, ye ain�t no liar, ye be a good gel ye be. And Cap�n Sparrow, he�s good man, why he
gives me fifteen crowns just to tell him where�s he can finds ye, fifteen
crowns just for directions! I�m sure
he�ll pay ye good money too! And I bets
Kristy agrees with me.�
�To right I
do, but I be buggered if she listens to me, Buckman me mate. Hell she did�n even listen when�s I tolds
her to go �head and hump Sparrow�s brains out!�
Kristy often addressed others, knowing full well only Maren heard her.
�If ye be authentic,
me pretty littl� barmaid,� Jack splayed his fingers out, palms presented
upward, easing closer, like he was trying not to startle a flighty rabbit,
�Ye�ll be seeing quite a bit more than fifteen crowns, I promise ye that.� He reached out to touch her face, but she
quickly leapt away. �Whose Kristy
anyways?� Jack spun around to address Buckman, the question only now dawning on
him. Maren prayed he�d given up.
�Kristy�s a ghost o�
a dead prostitute-,�
�I prefer
living-impaired lady-of-negotiable-affections, thank ye kindly Mister Buckman.�
�What stays round
Maren and helps her deals with them other spooks,� Buckman said proudly, still
urging Maren into submission.
�Buck, ye promised
Pa ye�d never tell,� Maren scolded, a blush of anger adorned her fair
features. Lucky, having his back still
to Maren, Jack didn�t see his fetish mark her skin, lest he would have had to
find a nearby table to sit behind.
Maren was feeling bolder, fueled by her temper, conveniently forgetting
Jack�s close proximity.
�I know and I be
sorry, honest am! But I needs this money bad, Maren. I got debts to some dangerous peoples not so understandin� as
Cap�n Jack here. Davey, God rest his soul,
he�d do the same, yer pa was a practical man.�
�For ye information,
Old Buckman, me father-,� she had started forward fists clenched, while Jack
took his advantage. He was upon her before she even registered he had
stirred. Rough fists clenched her arms,
keeping them immobile as he drew her close, drawing their faces a breath away
from each other. The gasp that tore
from her throat was both surprised and frightened as Jack Sparrow stared
fiercely at her.
�Ye horse�s
arse, ye let her go!� Kristy raged, never too
shocked to forget to curse. �Kick
him Maren! Kick him in the sociables!�
�I do�n imagin� that
bein� good idea,� shuddering, Maren could do nothing but squirm under the
intense scrutiny of the pirate who trapped her.
�Do�n hurt her!�
cried Buckman, seized by one of the pirate goons from interfering. �She be a good gel, Cap�n Sparrow! She�s been so kind to me,� he pathetically
begged.
�Settle down now,�
Jack kept his gaze locked on Maren, �Cap�n Jack Sparrow do�n assault women,
lest they ask me nice,� Jack murmured under his breath, a faint smile under his
moustache, but it disappeared when he addressed Maren, �Then it�s fact
miss? Can ye honest-to-God communicate
with the dead? Ye best be tellin� Jack
the truth now.�
�Tell him
�twas a con yer father cook�d up in London and if he do�n like it, he can lick
yer twat,� offered Kristy, always one to think
fast on her feet, and on her back, and on her knees, and other assorted
positions.
Frankly, Maren had
every intention on doing just that, the first part at least; she hardly
considered it wise to encourage Jack about the last part. But the lie died on her tongue, there was
something about Jack�s stare. It
stripped her down naked, laying her thoughts bare for his touch. For a long while, she met his eyes. They were dark brown, lined with an
excessive amount of black kohl and she lived in port long enough to know
sailors sometimes did this to sway the sun from their sight, but to Jack it had
become a decoration, enticing and mystical.
The ocean sun had coppered his skin a beautiful gold, yes, beautiful she
realized ashamed. Guiltily she admitted
to herself, she had fancied him handsome the moment he burst through the pub
door. His hair was a disaster, a
dreadlocked tangle of lengthy brown highlights, but this too was exotic,
especially the assorted charms and beads woven in. He had beads entwined in his beard also, split into two halves on
either side of his chin. For a moment
it made her think of a devil�s horns, except that these weren�t on the top of
his head. Maren had never favored
moustaches, usually the man�s last meal was still entrapped in it, yet Jack�s,
unlike the rest of him, was clean and tapered.
And then his lips-
Her contemplation
was interrupted when Jack squeezed her arms impatiently, still seeing right
through her. Maren resolved herself,
Jack already knew, now he was just testing her compliancy. It was probably a generous thing for him to
do, permitting her one last chance to tell the truth. �Cap�n Sparrow,� she spoke so quietly Jack leaned his ear next to
her mouth and she noticed a gold hoop and several studs had been pierced
through, �I�I do�n do that sort o� thing no more.�
Jack repressed a
shiver as her hot breath tickled his ear.
He turned his face to study her, her expression desperate and
pleading. Their noses touched briefly
and he was so deliciously tempted to kiss her, but work before pleasure,
unfortunately. His beard rubbed against
her cheek as he brought his lips to her ear, �Ye do�n?� It was Maren�s turn to
shiver, only she wasn�t as experienced as Jack at hiding her body�s reactions
and Jack was pompously pleased with the evident effect he had on her. �But ye can if ye want�d to, eh? Ye just
be requirin� incentive and this be it gel.
If ye helps me, I intends to pay ye an insane amount of money, set ye up
good, get ye out of this rottin pit.
But if ye do�n helps me, I might get very talkative. The word on what ye are will blaze through
the streets o� Tortuga like a wild fire.
Everyone is goin� to know yer dirty littl� secret luv, ye be hounded day
and night, star�d at like a circus freak, avoid�d like the plague, I swears
it!�
�Ye�yer blackmailin�
me?!� Maren craned her neck back to look at Jack aghast.
�Pirate,� he said as
his only explanation, flashing his gold smile.
Maren found herself wondering how he could have lost so many of his
teeth, when the ones he had appeared pearly and healthy.
�Just fuck
it, Pet,� Kristy only used this term of
endearment to manipulate Maren, ��Taint nothin� we never dids before and
I do�n think he be leavin� till ye do.
Plus, ye shifts almost up and ye promis�d we was visitin� the theatre
tonight.�
�Thanks for the
help,� Maren sarcastically retorted to Kristy.
To Jack, she ground her teeth before reluctantly, but decisively
proclaiming, �Fine, but on me own conditions.�
�Excellent! Name them and let�s get start�d!� releasing
his grip on Maren, Jack motioned to his table where his precious rum still
waited. Maren didn�t budge, massaging
the place where Jack�s hands had clamped her arms so hard.
�First, ye have to
keep me secret better than Old Buckman,� she flashed an ugly look towards the
old man, who peered sheepishly down at his feet.
�Aye, anything
else?�
Biting her lip,
Maren glanced around at the drunken old pirates that still gazed at their
drinks, pretending they weren�t interested in the quieted conversation, �One
more, we does this in private, just ye and me, none o� yer men.�
�Deal,� Jacked
rubbed his hands together, �Ye got a room upstairs?�
�Aye,� catching
Jack�s leer, Maren added, �And no sportin�, got it?�
�Why the
devil not!?�
�Should o� made that
one o� yer terms me dear, �cause with ye flauntin� that figure �round, well
lets just say I can�t be promisin� nothin�, savvy?� Jack�s dancing hands
illustrated an exaggerated hourglass, his eyes shining in delight. �Shall we?� he smiled charmingly, offering
his arm.
Maren rolled her eyes,
just to make sure he understood her displeasure at her current circumstance,
before conceding and tucking her hand around his elbow. �And none of ye scalawags get any ideas
�bout nippin� some drink while I�m gone, I knows every bottle and its amount by
heart! God help ye if a single drops
missin� when I gets back!� she shouted out before guiding Jack to the back
door, several occupants sank noticeably in their chairs.
The stairway was
narrow so Maren ascended first; oblivious to the fact Jack�s face was now level
with her backside as he followed. That
is until Kristy spoke up, �I gives him five seconds �fore he pinches ye�or
bites ye maybe. Why ye think, fancy he
be a biter?� floating her wraith form through
the two living persons. Maren drew her
eyebrows together, puzzled by the ghost, before looking over her shoulder and
witnessing Jack�s passionate stare still anchored securely below her waistline.
When he hadn�t bothered to inquire why
they stopped or even raise his eyes to her face, Maren cleared her throat. He tore himself out of a particularly
delightful fantasy featuring that delectable rump and the equally attractive
package attached withering between him and the mast of the Black Pearl. �What?� Jack asked hazily, candidly
confused.
�Forget it,� huffing
in frustration, Maren sprinted up the rest of the stairs, hearing Jack�s boots
hasten to stay right behind. At the
top, Maren spun left and strode down a rickety hall. Besides the musty scent of a stuffy attic and spoiling wood,
Jack�s keen nose detected a sweet misty scent.
Maren observed his nostrils flaring and heard his sniff, �Most of the
gel�s that live here be chasin� the dragon,� retrieving a brass key from the
pocket of her skirt, Maren halted at a lonely door at the very end of the
hallway. �Come �round noon tomorrow,
the place be so smoky ye think we was on fire!� The door unlocked, creaking, as it swung open.
�Well that�s very
interestin�,� she could hear the smirk in his voice as she searched along the
small stand by the door for the matches.
�Ye ever indulge in littl� Asian entertainment?�
�Me? Lord no, opium�s not for me,� the match hissed
and its flame quickly lighted the lamp�s wick that was mounted by the
door. While she took the lighting stick
to the lamp on the dresser and the candle on the nightstand by her bed, she
explained, �I prefers me vices simple, �Never have to speculate �bout the
bottom o� a bottle,� me Pa always said.�
�On that note, I
agrees whole heartedly,� Jack still remained outside the tiny room, watching
its illumination. It was certainly
threadbare to say the least; a low straw stuffed bed with a quilt so patched
the original pattern could not be deciphered. The furniture was crudely made
and of many different kinds of wood, consisting of a dresser adorned with
cracked pitcher and washbasin, night table that wobbled, and two chairs with
broken backs that were probably thrown out from downstairs. �But the occasional
experiment can be most amusin�.�
Ignoring the obvious
proposal, Maren waved Jack in, �Come, make yerself at home,� he entered,
removing his precious hat and grinning in a friendly manner. �May I take yer burdens?� without his
waiting for a reply, Maren already placed her hands on the back of his broad
shoulders, tugging his worn coat off.
�Thanks sweetheart,�
Jack let the jacket slip and only stalled a moment before relinquishing his hat
to her.
�Me name�s Maren
Attle,� she said proudly, carefully hanging Jack�s hat and coat upon a single
wooden stub nailed to the wall, �Call me Maren if ye likes, everybody does.�
�Aye Maren, pleased to
make yer acquaintance,� he flourished another embellished bow. Then added, �And ye be callin� me Jack,
lessen we be around the crew, then its Cap�n, savvy?� Jack held his hand up to
her, but realized her sights were elsewhere.
Maren�s eyes were hovering on his waist and Jack�s ego swelled immensely
that his shape should be so appeasing as to distract a woman. At least that�s what he thought at first, he
then dumbly noticed it wasn�t his physique that she was watching, but the
pistol securely tucked into his waistband.
Her eyes flickered from gun to sword to gun again.
�No worries Maren,�
Jack raised his palms in surrender, �I said I won�t hurt ye and I mean it.�
�Oh o�course, how
silly of me, not trustin� a pirate,� she rolled those blue eyes again, picking
up the chairs and depositing them in the middle of the room. �Please sit Jack,� she emphasized his name,
�And mind the backs, thems a bit flimsy.�
She was amazed when he
politely waited until she was perched upon her seat before taking his. They lulled in silence for a while, Maren
uncomfortable and Jack analyzing her, she stubbornly held still while he
stared, refusing to be the first to break the quiet.
Jack had already
discovered that Maren was attractive, but under closer scrutiny, he decided she
was beautiful as well. Maybe not in the
same way them snobs considered beauty, frizzy curls stacked on a head like a
hat, tall and thin as a tree, and white like death; no that sort of expensive
taste never appealed to Jack. Give him
some curves, natural curves, he hated how deceptive corsets could be once off. And long hair free and flowing, tickling like
feathers in bed. Her skin should be
clear and rosy, bursting with healthy energy; tans were especially nice. As for stature, he preferred a chin rest
when involved in amorous activities, so about eight inches shorter then he was
preferable.
Maren was a marvelous illustration of his
ideals. She was a blonde, which didn�t
principally influence him, but her hair was very long and she kept it braided,
swaying like a pendulum past her waist.
Her skin was clear, save for affable dimples upon her cheeks and even
though it didn�t look like she�d tan well, there was a flush of pink that
colored her peach complexion that compensated nicely. A little sentimentality snuck up on Jack, when he observed her
eyes and compared the deep blue color to that of his beloved ocean. Unnerved by how poetic that would sound,
Jack balanced it by lewdly imagining the decadence he could impose on those
lush lips, mauve in color and plump in shape.
But superior to her other characteristics, was her curvy shape. She was a breeder, as the old wives called
it, hips wide like handles for a man to mount, slim waist to entice, and the
cr�me de la cr�me, a large but still very pert bust, full and erotic. Maren�s height was the only thing petite
about her, ending with the top of her head at Jack�s throat and Jack was a man
of average stature to begin with. From
a distance, it appeared she should be a good deal taller, her build suggesting
the stock of the great Viking Valkyries so long ago, but had now dwindled to
the robust breed of northern milkmaids, reared for hard work and childbearing.
God he wanted her�but
first.
�How�s this suppos�d
to work?� Jack asked.
Relieved he�d finally
spoken, Maren submitted, �Ye concentrate on the one ye needs to talk to and I
acts as sort o� go-between, hence the name�medium. Mine ye, if the dead is properly restin� it takes a bit longer,
but it be safer. It�s like they�re tired
and I keeps wakin� �em up, they wo�n be bother�d by me,� Maren leaned forward
in her seat, Jack mimicked, inching closer, �But it �nother story all together
if it be hauntin�. Happens quick like,
all the emotion and spirit and..and�their life, for lack o� a better term,
tries to absorb in me. Bit harder to
stand back and be a spectator when that occurs. That be why I gots Kristy, she�s like me guide.� Kristy waved
merrily from the bed, �She ensures we
stay distanc�d. Kristy says I be like a
fountain o� life type deal, and all the ghosts in the world just wants to drink
me dry. So if Kristy�s there, spongin�
up all me water, she be controlin� how much them others get, that�s how she
explains it anyway. She�s like the
medium�s medium really.� Maren glanced
towards the bed, smiling faintly and Jack�s eyes followed, but saw only the
withered blanket.
�She here now?� Maren
nodded, indicating the straw mattress.
�Well how be ye Kristy? Name�s
Cap�n Jack Sparrow o� the Black Pearl, glad ye could join us,� Jack exuberantly
greeted.
�He�s mockin�
me, I can tell,� gliding next to Jack, Kristy
childishly stuck out her tongue, �Shove it where ye uncle did!�
�Uh, she says the
honors all hers.�
�So why is�n Kristy as
overwhelming as the others, she be a haunt too, aye?� expressive brows quipped
as Jack stretched his legs, folding his hands behind his bandana wrapped head.
�Aye she is. I suppose she got familiar with me gifts,�
Maren shrugged, �She should be, been �round since I can �member, the very first
ghost to be drawn to me. Maybe a bit o�
me rubb�d off on her in the early days, �cause she is the singular most aware
ghost I ever comes �cross. A ghost be a
confused and baffled thing, not completely understandin� o� their situation,
but thems easy enough to control with Kristy �bout.�
�What if they�re not
keen on bein� social?� Jack sounded curious, but he was clearly inquiring with
specific goals in mind.
Her chest expanding,
which was an impressive, if not a sexual sight, Maren stuck her nose up, �There
isn�t a ghost hauntin� that can lie, cheat, or avoid me and Kristy for long.�
�So ye can contact any
ghost anytime anywhere?� though Jack appeared bored, his eyes sparkled with
intrigue.
A snort, which sounded
suspiciously like a muted laugh, escaped Maren�s nose, �That ain�t a medium ye
need, ye be needin� Saint Peter hiself!�
When Jack�s smile vanished, Maren elaborated quickly, �I be only one
women and even me powers have their limits.
Ye have to have known the spirit and had a strong bond with them. Friend, family, lover, o� enemy-.�
Jack interrupted,
�Enemy?�
�The bond o� love be
just as strong as the bond o� hatred,� Maren tilted her head, speculating,
�Figure�d ye know that Jack.�
�What if I never met
him?�
�Well that be �nother
kettle of fish then, if it is indeed spookin�� Maren numbered off on her
fingers, �Ye goin� to have to takes me to its hauntin� place o� brings me a
possession it cherish�d, a ring o� sword o� Bible perhaps, then we�d make
contact in two licks, I guarantee.�
Jack closed his eyes
that queer smile returning. A few
moments of contemplation and Jack was decided, �Here�s the plan then, I fetches
a personal affect and ye can talk to the dead man?�
�Aye,� Maren
conceited, a forgotten pride rising to the surface.
�Then that�s what we
do,� Jack sat forward, finger pointed accusingly at Maren�s nose, �But I
require some proof, luv, �fore I goes to all that trouble, savvy?�
�Suspect�d as much,�
Maren bustled over to the corner, standing nose to the wall like a punished
child. �Kindly retrieve an item from ye
jacket, show it �round so Kristy can gander, and I tell ye what ye picked.�
�Oh for the luv
of God,� griped Kristy, �not this
again! Am I just some bitch what does
tricks now?�
�Ye peekin�?� Jack�s
doubt seeped into his voice.
�No sir, Cap�n,� her
sense of delight flared, aware Jack was about to be astonished. When she heard his boots thump towards his
jacket, Maren continued, �Me pa thought this one up. Used to perform it for the locals back in London. Been so many years since I done it, it be
feelin� kind o� juvenile now.�
�Know what mean,�
whispering under his breath, Jack claimed his trusty compass from his coat
pocket. Deciding he�d done dafter
things than this, he brandished the compass about, unsure how long ghost�s took
to identify objects. Satisfied, he
cautiously replaced his compass, minding that the jacket looked
undisturbed. Jack sat again, legs
crossed, and one arms hanging over the back of the chair, �Right Maren.�
�Kristy?� Maren
inquired, facing Jack and smiling smugly.
�A bloomin�
bust�d compass,� snapped Kristy.
Tucking some stray
hairs behind her ear and slimming her wool skirt, Maren bowed her head slightly
and proclaimed rather arrogantly, �Broken compass.� Jack stayed seated, pokerfaced and cold. The repressed flirt in Maren said playfully,
�Vell did I pass?� performing an impression of Madam Bianca and curtsied.
�If I want�d parlor
tricks I�d have hired meself a magician,� the cruelness in Jack�s remark
knocked Maren dumb. �Do�n get me wrong,
it�s a swindlin� littl� con ye gots goin�, but Cap�n Jack Sparrow never gets
takin�. How�s it down now? Mirrors?�
Jack walked to his coat and hat dismissing her.
�Jack that wasn�t some
hoax-,� Maren attempted to explain.
�Save it luv for
someone who swallows,� he was thrusting his arms into the sleeves of his jacket,
refusing to face her. Had he been,
Maren might have noticed the foxy glint in his eye. Kristy on the other hand, intuitively sensed a trap.
Truthfully, Jack was
impressed, but the bargainer�s rule of thumb, �Never let them know you�re
interested,� forced him to play rough.
�I smells pope
shit,� Kristy glared at Jack tucking his
ridiculous hat on.
�Jack listen-,�
�Me time is precious
and ye waist�d it,� Jack clapped his hands and scathingly spoke, �I must say, I
probably would�ve been better off with Madam Bianca, at least she�s a
entertain� fraud,� Jack spared nothing when pushing people�s buttons. His boots scuffed her floor when he spun on
his heels.
�Compare me to Bian-Kristy!� she began her statement shocked but
ended in determination.
�Pet, I do�n
think-,�
�Kristy! We�ll show him what for!� already Maren�s
mind was searching.
�-he be
serious.�
�Bloody fake is what
I�m comparin� ye too!� rubbing salt in a wound was really an art to Jack. �Soon as I gets out the door, I�ll let her
stop me,� Jack mused to himself, �then let the bargain� proposition begin!�
�Fake?! Kristy would ye help me!�
�Settle down-,�
�Kristy!�
�That�s right wench,
never give in,� approaching the door, Jack added over his shoulder, �Bets yer
whole virgin act be a con to, eh?
Clever little scheme for a whore, drives the prices sky high, does it?�
Fortunately, Maren
didn�t hear this last insult�someone was drawing near. Kristy had no choice but to aide Maren�s
folly.
When no retort was
forthcoming, Jack laid his hand upon the doorknob, �Fare ye well Miss
Attle.��then his blood froze.
�Ten years ye carry
that pistol-.�

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