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Chapter List
- 1-A Most Unusual Interest
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A Most Unsual Interest Chapter Forty(NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *pokes fic with
stick* Hey, it lives!
Readers/Reviewers: *blush* I�m
*really* sorry this took so long. I
think I overextended myself in ficdom in 2004. Well, 2005, I�m going to have a new part of
this series updated at *least* once per week so no one has to flog me with wet
vermicelli. And this is the next to last
chapter so�whoooooo!

Jack toed
the body a shade sadly. He had meant to
kill him, that was true, but he had rather hoped Myrtle would be pleased about
it. �I�m a bloody pirate,� he
muttered. �It�s what we do�� He sighed and looked up at Will and Elizabeth. Will was slowly regaining his normal color
but was still sweating profusely and shaking.
Elizabeth, for her part,
looked like a ghost, so pale and insubstantial was she in the wake of the
bizarre goings on in her own bedroom.
�Go after
her,� the young woman said distantly. �Please.� She rubbed Will�s hand in a mixture of
agitation and relief. �We need her to
tell us what else needs to be done to help Will.�
Jack
paused, then nodded.
He sheathed his dagger readily and spun on one booted heel, then paused
again, turning back slowly. He executed
a very elaborate and courtly bow, pressing his hat over his heart, before
saying smoothly, or as smoothly as he could manage, �My apologies for killing
the bastard in your bedchamber, �lizabeth m�dear.� He sailed from the room before she could respond,
his coat flapping behind him in a flurry of motion. He could not shake the shock and hurt that
had been in Myrtle�s eyes when he killed Richard. He felt�he frowned. He thought he might feel
guilty but he doubted it. He felt embarrassed,
he decided, to have let her see him in such an animal act. His booted steps echoed down the stairwell
and he rounded the corner into the sitting room and paused. The front door still had the latch in place
so that meant she ran through the kitchen to the back alleyway. Smiling at his own powers of deduction, he
smoothed his mustache and beard, making sure the beads glinting in the dark
were shown to their best advantage, then proceeded at
a more decorous pace through the house. �Myrtle,�
he muttered, practicing, �you must understand that what I did was for you� No, wait.
Women hate hearing they�re the cause of a death. A fight, sure, that�s
dandy, innit?
Death� not a good gift for Christmas, likely�� He reached the back door and stopped a
moment, marshalling his best apology that was not quite an apology. Smiling, he flung open the door and blinked. The silvery tip of a blade was pointed
directly at his left eye. �Hullo� I don�t believe we�ve met,� he murmured to
the person holding the blade, someone swathed in a cloak and hood, someone who
was hidden in their own shadows. Myrtle
was pressed against their chest, her soft white limbs showing the red marks of
an assailant, a tiny bead of blood on her throat where the knife had pressed a
little too hard. �I believe you have somethin� of mine,� Jack murmured quietly, holding his hands
to show he lacked a weapon.
There was a
long pause, then the cloaked figure dropped the knife.
�I ever tell ye,� a familiar voice snapped, �how much
I hate ye?� Myrtle was shoved forward,
almost knocking him over, and the figure shoved back
her cloak. �Leave me for dead twice now�
once more an� I�m draggin� ye down to Davy Jones with
me!� Anna Maria stalked into the
kitchen, stooping to pick up her knife before turning and walking backwards
until she reached the table, eyeing Jack the whole time. �You live or dead, mate? The past
two days, I�ve been both.�
Myrtle let
out a whoosh of breath and shook herself hard.
�God, I thought you were dead, Captain��
She stepped forward and paused. �I�m�
It�s my fault. It�s my fault your ship
is ruined, all your men are dead�� She
closed her eyes. �You should have cut my
throat when you had the chance.�
�Who says,�
Anna Maria smiled, �I don�t still have one?�
Jack
frowned, slipping between the two women.
�Anna Maria, what in the name of the seven treasures of the Caribbean
is going on?� He reached out and pressed
a finger against her shoulder. �You�re
no ghost�.thank heaven�� He narrowed his
eyes. �Or maybe we�re all specters,
hmmm?�
�Oh, do
shut up, Jack. I�m as alive as you or
her� That scurvy-ridden son of a whore
captured those of us who lived. I don�t
remember much between then and a day or so back� was like wakin�
from a long slumber�� Her eyes grew hazy
and her voice distant. �I know I tasted
blood. Often.�
Myrtle
sighed. �Richard� he fancied himself
magical� Blood and dust, feeding it to you. I�m sure that�s why he took the heads, in
part. Easier to drain
blood from a corpse through the neck.�
�How do you
*know* that?� Jack demanded after a disgusted pause. He wrinkled his nose and made a face as if
tasting something truly vile.
�Does it
matter?� Myrtle replied cryptically. �Captain,�
she continued, stepping around Jack, �are there any others? I mean� like you. Ones who woke up��
Anna Maria
nodded. �Aye, several.
We were moored in the eastern harbor, left to rot I�m sure.� She looked distinctly ill. �He fed us blood?�
Myrtle
nodded. �Yes. Large amounts. Small wonder you haven�t been sick the entire
time� blood does not sit well with normal humans.�
Anna Maria
looked green. �Pardon me��
Jack winced
as she bent over the cistern and was violently ill. �Myrtle�remind me to
talk with you about things that you should and things that you shouldn�t say,
eh?� He reached out and took up a lock
of her now-limp hair, twirling it about his rough fingers. �Are you going to run?�
�Belike,�
she sighed. �I am death to this island�Death
to everyone I meet now. Even with
Richard gone, I bear his mark on me.� She
closed her eyes and barely suppressed a sigh as he trailed the tip of his
finger from her ear to her chin, tilting her face up to meet his eyes. �Jack,
please��
�Now, love,�
he smiled, �that�s for later, innit?�
�That isn�t,�
she paused, Anna Maria�s retching taking something away from the moment, �what
I meant. I shall pack my trunk and
leave. Surely there�s a ship bound for England
or France out
of Port Royal. Or
bound for somewhere far away�� She
stared up into dark eyes and swallowed a sigh and sob. The way he was looking at her made her feel
naked, exposed inside and out, as if every secret wish and desire she had ever
harbored was laid bare. �Jack, please.�
�No,� he
sighed. He moved so quickly that Myrtle
did not have time to squeak in protest.
She was bound with his belt and head scarf before she could struggle,
his cleanest kerchief reserved from the bond over her mouth. �It�s for your own good.�
�Ugh� looks
like nightwatch is comin�,�
Anna Maria groaned, slipping to the floor.
Torchlight
shone through the window, drawing nearer, and Jack sighed. �Looks like your abduction shall wait a bit, hm, dear?� He heaved
her onto his shoulder and nodded to Anna Maria.
�Upstairs. I need to hide a body.�
The other
captain groaned again. �Jack� you owe me
a ship.�
�Put it on
my account, madame.�
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