A pirate's life - 4/6
Author: Daniela
Fandom: PotC: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Sparrington
Rating: PG13
Category: Angst, Adventure, Romance
Series/Sequel: Sequel to 'Stranded' and 'Me Treasure'
Summary: Jack floats with the tide.
Warning: M/M, Slash
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Nobody is capable of owning them.
Feedback: Yes, please. It's my treasure.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Beta: None
Released: October 2025
Word Count: 4912
So far Jack was still alive but dead in the water anyway. Stripped to the bone and disposed of his effects, he was cursing the Seven Seas as much as his stupidity. The unsupervised crew had been drunk enough to let Wellington, and his slave traders enter the 'Black Pearl' in the dark hour before first light.
Aye. The fault is mine though. I lost me head and now the fate of the ship and its crew are in the hands of Wellington. But that wasn't the peak of Jack's misery. The worst was that the bastard had gone into his cabin where a naked and defenceless James was recovering. What would Wellington do to James? And what could Jack do to prevent it? Nothing, me mateys. He could only listen to his lover crying out being sodomized by their mutual enemy. Bugger! Jack creaked his knuckles. There! Another scream erupted and made his blood boil. Though a scream of a different nature followed shortly. Ah. Isn't it going the bastard's way? James has always been a man never to underestimate. Indeed.
A minute later Wellington and James stumbled out to the deck. James was as naked as Jack, his expression that of a madman, ready to kill anyone getting in his way.
Wellington was deadly pale; blood was running out between his lips down his chin. He didn't walk quite straight as well, as if someone had knocked him hard between the legs. Shaking his head he snatched the cat from Red-eyes' hands.
Ho! Not that again. Jack bit his tongue. Yet well done, Jem. One more proof ye were not fighting me that much. Even worn-out and treated like a criminal his dear enemy was looking as handsome as ever. This arse. Nah. Not now. Don't show how much ye care.
"Well, well, well, Captain Jack Sparrow in all his glory," the snake hissed, wiping its mouth. "I've finally figured out what drives you to this tedious chase, pirate." He gazed at James' privates. "Intimately."
Anamaria rolled her eyes. Patrick coughed. Master Gibbs looked up to the crow's nest; a bit of colour was grazing his cheeks.
Whereas Jack stretched to his full height. "Missed me, eh?" His nakedness didn't shame him. Having been gamed did. How could Wellington have thrown me off guard? How couldn't I see his pursuit coming miles away? That's not the kind of guy who'd forget about a malicious deceit.
"Indeed. Since you were not giving me the chance to bid you a proper farewell."
"Sticks and stones, bastard. Surrender now and I'll let ye live."
The assembled pirates and slave traders bawled with laughter.
Not James. "I guess Jack was telling the truth then," he pointed out. "You are the one kidnapping those officers."
"Hey! I do that a lot," Jack complained, pouting. "As far as ye're concerned at least."
"I can see why," Wellington said, pointing the tip of the cat at the monkey bite on Jack's neck. "Get these men their breeches to cover themselves up, Ramon. I don't want their most precious bitten off. I have a use for those later."
"Aye, sir." Ramon hurried into Jack's cabin. Wellington turned to Red-eyes, swapping evil ideas with his second.
"Here is your chance to improvise, Jack," James said, standing as tall and lordly amid the dressed crowd as Jack.
"No worries," Jack declared, leaning into him, getting a whiff of his mouth-watering scent. "This's not how we're going to end."
"I can't wait for your escape plan," James scoffed, yet breathing Jack's air.
Alongside their dispute the brute Red-eyes was about to make a pass at the fuming Anamaria. Yet during his assault, he caught sight of Patrick cooped up between her and Master Gibbs. "I love freckles, cutie." He moved in to touch his new discovered booty.
"Don't do anything stupid," Jack mumbled, feeling James' fury. Bugger! Too late.
In a split second James pounced at Red-eyes. The brute drew his pistol even faster though and pointed it at Patrick's head. James froze in motion.
"It looks like we've discovered another lover which makes three," Wellington gloated. "What were the odds!"
"Cutie!" Red-eyes cheered at James. "I can't say how happy I am for this chance to make you suffer in delightful and satisfying ways."
"Oh hell," Jack butted in. "Give us a break, eh?"
"There ye go, Captain!" Ramon came running with the breeches, Jack's sword, and the compass. He was well out of puff.
Wellington seized Jack's possessions and allowed Jack and James to slip into their breeches. "Mm." He studied Jack's compass. "Tell me what it is about this broken thing?"
"Next to nothing. Take it. A born-and-bred pirate doesn't need possessions."
"Meaning no treasure either. Not minding your booty is going to fall into the sea."
"Aye. Go on. Ye think I care about a Brit who wanted me hanged?"
Wellington yawned. "Playing out the same old trickery, Sparrow? You should have killed me, when I was still giving you the benefit of the doubt."
"I agree, but me enemy wouldn't let me."
"You sealed your fate then." Wellington turned his attention to James. "Even if you were his cabin boy, I'll make you mine soon enough."
"I prefer being his cabin boy to being your slave at any time," James deadpanned. "Savvy?"
Jack burst out laughing. "Arrr! Spoken like a true pirate, me bucko."
"We'll see what you do when Captain Sparrow will become shark bait." Wellington sneered.
The slave traders howled. The pirates didn't make a sound. Only Jack kept shooting off his mouth. "Are ye serious?"
"I am. I did it more than once before." Wellington pointed at a battered looking guy hiding in the back. The face scarred by pockmarks. Washed out by salt and wind. Having only one leg and eye.
James winced at the pitiful sight, then jerked his head at Jack. "I am curious. What now to pass the fate to get mauled and killed walking the plank, or worse, getting keelhauled."
"Didn't ye say ye're good at minding sharks? Yer moment might has come, dearie."
"True. I am also the better swimmer," James agreed.
"No worries then, eh?" Jack smiled.
"I'm about to tackle all your worries," Wellington snarled. "The pirate first and if the booty is not willing to give in watching him being ripped apart, he goes next," he ordered Red-eyes.
His second pulled out his knife and cut slashes into Jack's shoulders, arms, and chest. Small injuries, not enough to kill him but enough to lure the monsters of the sea. "I can't wait to do this to your cutie," he needled Jack to boot.
"Alas!" Jack didn't wince during the process but picked at the dirt under his nails. James had often enough complained about him being filthy. Whereas James' hands were neat and clean and... exquisitely gifted... ah... come now... he jerked out of his fantasies and walked onto the plank, bleeding drops into the water down below. His casualness faltered quick-fire when Red-eyes launched out to scratching the scars on James' back open.
James clenched his jaw. Red-eyes roamed his hands over him. Not cutting his chest yet. Feeling him up down to his belly. Rubbing here and there. Drooling.
Jack wriggled his toes to keep himself from doing the worst. Killing Red-eyes and getting killed himself. Not savvy. Nah. Indeed not. He resumed his attention to his twitchy toes.
"Enough!" Wellington ordered his second. "He's mine. You can have him when I'm done with him."
Red-eyes obeyed and cut James the same way he had cut Jack. Though he pushed James harder up onto the plank than he needed to. Yet James was reeling he didn't slump into the sea but against Jack.
"Ye and me. Half-naked and slippery again." Jack wriggled his hips. "I wished we could be on the isle."
"For heaven's sake, we are going to die," James barked back, stepping hard on Jack's toes. "Keep it down."
"As ye wish, luv." He smirked. "But I'll save some of these exquisite moments for later." He turned to their captors. The wretched one was moving forward, pulling at Wellington's sleeve making strange yet soundless noises.
"Hook it or I'll cut off your head!" Wellington shoved the queer fellow into the main mast. He stumbled on his peg leg, barely held himself back from falling and grimaced pitifully.
"Where's me dagger? And the sword ye used?" Jack whispered to James.
"In your cabin I guess." James cleared his throat. "The bloody things could be as well at the end of the world."
"Nah, luv." He shook his head. "Here's the plan. We swim below the ship, untighten our bonds, and then climb up to me cabin, arming ourselves."
"You must be joking!" James raged. "That is impossible."
"Not probable, yet... not harder than using sea turtles to make an escape."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"An adventure I might tell ye about one day. Now... ready yerself..."
James glared at him. "If we get out of this mess alive I will-"
"Ship ahoy!" Anamaria cried out, jumping to the railing. "The 'Invincible'!"
"WHAT!" Wellington screamed at the top of his lungs. All men on deck jerked their heads around and gazed at the horizon.
It was true. The most feared ship of the Seven Seas was closing in on them. Terrifyingly fast.
"This ship will blow you to Davy Jones' locker," James cheered, sounding once more like a pirate.
"A British vessel's coming to rescue me!" Jack joined his cheering, dancing back and forth on the plank. "A crazy miracle indeed."
"Shut your mouth!" Wellington roared. "Down with them, Red-eyes!" Just then the 'Invincible' fired a cannonball hitting Wellington's ship broadside and hell broke loose. Wellington's screamed orders were blown out in the chaos. With a thunderous noise a second cannonball hit did severe damage. Wooden parts went flying around killing several slave traders. Wellington's crew turned headless. Ramon took advantage by cutting James' and Jack's bonds. He also handed Jack his pistol. James snatched a sword from a stumped slave trader and joined the hand-to-hand fight.
Jack wasn't kicking his heels either. He pushed one intruder down and wrestled the sword from his flailing arms. Around him the chaos ran rampant. Cannonballs were smashing into the sea or hitting Wellington's ship bursting the vessel piece by piece apart. On the deck of the 'Black Pearl' every man still standing was fighting. Only Anamaria dealt with the steering wheel while Master Gibbs lead the most loyal pirates to take the 'Black Pearl' on its flight. "Make more sail. Haul the sheets. Scandalize the lateens. Come on!"
Laying behind Wellington's ship the 'Black Pearl' had not been hit by the canon fire so far. But better to take not any chances, Jack caught up to the dead serious situation. "Aye! Move faster, me hearties. We don't want to go to the gallows, do we?"
Soon most of the slave traders were dead or wounded. The remaining ones jumped into the sea swimming towards certain ruin. Buggers! "Come on! We need to bunk off!" Jack hollered.
Cos now the 'Invincible' shot the first canon ball across the bows of the 'Black Pearl' coming out of its cover. Anamaria did a hard turn on the wheel. "We're gaining speed!" she encouraged the men on deck lurching with the bumpy rise and fall of their vessel.
"Aye!" Jack confirmed, still busy fighting. "Keep on it!"
"Ye heard the captain!" Master Gibbs screamed over the noise of the cannonballs missing the ship only by inches. "Let's save the 'Pearl'! Let's save us!"
Jack couldn't glory in their lucky recovery. Just now James was running across the ship to advance at Wellington who was fighting two pirates. But before James could do any harm to the creep, the one-legged man with the horrible face was sneaking up to his captain and stabbed Wellington in the side, where the spleen was located.
Wellington screeched like a slaughtered pig and crashed to his knees.
"Ahoy, me hearties. Victory is near," Jack rejoiced at the sight but not for long. Begad! No!
Cos James froze and stared at the creature once again. Holding on to the railing now, gasping like a gutted fish. Yet James stared at him as if he'd seen the devil himself.
Jack frowned. What is it? Come now! Look out!
Aye. For there was Red-eyes. "Heave ho!" the brute snarled. He grabbed James and slammed him head forward into the railing. "This is it, pirate-slut!"
"Blimey!" Jack sprinted towards them.
Red-eyes seized James' head and smashed it against the steering wheel. The tremor made Anamaria scream, but she didn't let go. Stayed on course. Kept them on flight from the enemy.
"JEM!" Jack gasped because now Red-eyes pulled James' head back ready to cut his throat. Not thinking or blinking Jack shot him with his pistol. Thanks, Ramon. I'm once more in yer debt.
The ashen Patrick kicked the brute hard and Red-eyes dropped near the plank over the railing. Jack checked up on his plunge in the sea. Mighty heavens! The frenzied beasts Red-eyes had baited himself were tearing him apart. "Ahoy! Ye had that a long time coming, eh? I told ye I'll kill ye. Ye should have listened, bloody bastard." Blubbering squeals were floating up to Jack and then nothing more. The sea turned crimson. Red-eyes was gone. James will be glad. Oh. Right. Jack hurried over to him.
Patrick knelt at James' side. "He's alive. Only unconscious. Take care of our escape. I'll take care of James."
"Aye, mate. Thanks for that," Jack agreed. "And thanks to ye, too" he said to Ramon. "Clever of ye to hide me dagger and pistol. Was it yer doing to push this creature to backstabbing yer lover. Couldn't do it yerself, eh?"
"By no means," Ramon wheezed. "The creature was eager to do it."
"Aye? Who's he?"
"Shouldn't ye take care of more urgent matters, Jack?" Ramon deadpanned.
"I should." Jack joined Anamaria at the wheel. No worries there. She had the ship under control. "Keep up the good work." She nodded po-faced. "Right." He walked over to the bleeding slave trader. "Still not worthy smudging a fine blade," he said, wiping his dagger clean. "But well, better than ye doing more damage. Master Gibbs, put that bastard into the brig. If we're lucky he'll bleed to death."
"Aye, sir." Master Gibbs assigned the liability to two burly pirates.
"Will we make it?" Jack asked his trusted mate.
"The wind is in our favour. The 'Pearl' is faster, so I say, aye, Captain."
"Good. I'll be in me cabin."
"I figured," Gibbs quipped, not smiling a bit.
"Cheer up, me hearty. The worst is over."
*****
When the sun dipped into the sea the 'Invincible' was still chasing the 'Pearl'. Jack was watching over James resting in his bunk, imagining ways to punish Wellington in case James would never wake up. "This has been a horrible day, luv. I'm sorry I'd let ye down. I promise to do better." Exhausted he behaved and put himself to rest too. The right time for a passionate celebration would come. Well. At sunrise, his patience paid off.
James opened his eyes and stretched his limbs. "Water," he croaked, then touched his purple-coloured forehead. "Ouch!"
"Stay down, dearie." Jack put a cup to his lips. "There ye go."
James swallowed slowly.
"Welcome back." Jack chuckled. "This feels familiar, eh?" He moved closer.
James jerked away from his touch, blinking rapidly. At the same time, he pulled the blanket over his upper body.
"Don't be shy." Jack smirked. "There's nothing to see that wasn't mine yet."
"You- w-what?" James spluttered wide-eyed. "Where am I? What is happening?"
"Bloody Red-eyes. No worries. He won't bother ye ever again."
"And who are you? Which ship is this? Where to are we sailing?"
"Eh? What now? A new manoeuvre to steer me off course?"
"I have no clue what you are talking about." James kept blinking and fidgeting. "I demand an explanation."
"Blimey! Ye hurt me, luv, considering I'm still bleeding because of yer deeds." He pulled his breeches down and pointed at the monkey bite on his inner thigh. Quite close to the crotch.
James flinched. "You must be joking."
"There's still a bit of yer come stuck in me ear as well." Jack wriggled his breeches back up and leaned in to kiss him.
James pushed him to the ground. "Stop that or I will scream bloody murder."
"Savvy, luv." He liked this game. He was curious how it would go. "A willing surrender is much sweeter anyway, isn't it?" He bounced back up from the floor and pointed at the ring on his finger. "Ye gave me that just yesterday. How ye explain that?"
"I cannot. I have no memory of it. None."
"Pity." Jack licked his lips. "Me darling enemy."
"What?"
"Nothing. Continue resting. I'll need to suss out things with our pursuers anyway." He walked out, whistling. Oh dear. Ye make me hard on any day.
*****
After Master Gibbs had assured him the 'Pearl' was finally out of their pursuers' reach Jack sought out Ramon. "Ahoy, mate. Thinking about saving yer darling?"
"Are ye mad? This is the best day I had in years."
"I hear ye. And see more." He pointed at the former slave trader leaning at the railing. He had earned his pardon with stabbing Wellington in the back. "Tell me, what's the yarn of this scarred mute?"
"Him?" Ramon sighed. "No pretty yarn, as ye figured. He once denied to raping and enslave a ten-year-old girl. Wellington, the mean bastard," he spat over the railing, "cut out his tongue and then had him keelhauled. His leg was torn off by a shark. And even though he soaked the deck with his blood he survived and continued to serve." He snorted. "Why are ye asking?"
"James knows him in some way."
"Does he now?"
"Aye."
"Well, the poor soul can't tell ye. And he can't write either."
"There are other ways to find out. Keep an eye on him, savvy?"
"What about Wellington? What will come to him?"
"I don't know yet. For James' sake I won't cut his throat. I could shoot him dead or let him walk the plank though."
"Aye. Or let him scrub the deck." Ramon smirked.
"Ye heard about that, eh?"
"That beauty at the wheel is quite forthcoming about yer doings. Is there a problem between ye and her?"
"Just business, mate. Promises I haven't lived up to."
"Oh, Jack. Still the same ol' rascal."
"Not quite, me hearty." He nodded at Patrick joining their chatter.
"How's my dear brother-in-law?" Patrick said, sounding unusual cheerless.
Jack shrugged. "He claims he doesn't know who he is."
"Oh my. The blow to his head." Patrick frowned. "Maybe I can help?" He pulled a square thing from his breeches and handed it over.
"Thanks but not yet." Jack fiddled with his compass. "Could be James's spurring me on."
Patrick shook his head. "Not in his nature."
"Ye don't know him as I do," Jack hinted at past events.
Ramon chuckled. "So? What now, Captain?"
"Piracy. What else?" Jack boasted and swaggered off. "I'll let ye know if I need any help."
"What is he up to?" Patrick questioned Ramon.
"Making the best of an opportune moment."
"Ah. He's enjoying this a bit."
"Aye. That's in his nature."
*****
Humming his favourite song Jack entered the cabin. A blanket pulled up to the neck James was still resting on the bunk. Light-footed Jack approached him and moved a cheeky curl shadowing his forehead aside.
James leaped up like harpooned prey. "What do you want?"
"To check the scars on yer back. Still bleeding?"
James frowned. "Nothing to concern you."
"We played this game before, and ye always came around."
"Stop implying, bloody pirate!"
"Eh? Ye're one yerself." The lie just slipped out, an opportunity not to be missed.
"I am not," James scoffed, not taking the bait. "That is why I need to be put on shore."
"Come now. Look at yer dirty breeches. Think of the scars on yer back." Cheap shot, Jack.
"Precisely. I was abused. Never gave my consent to.... whatever you have done to me."
"Ye mistake me for the man who's responsible for yer condition. He's in the brig."
"How should I know you are not that man?"
Jack smirked. "A tiny miniature lick to any spot on yer body might help ye remember what man I am. And what man ye are."
"Don't you dare touch me being as filthy as you are."
"Ye were wallowing in me filth pretty deep only yesterday." Jack smacked his lips.
"I was not! I despise pirates."
"Don't ye think, yer back is proof enough ye're not innocent but wicked?"
"Rubbish! I know the trickery of your kind."
"Do ye now?" Jack hauled out his compass and opened it. "Okay. Look at this!" The needle of his valuable pointed right at James.
James stared. "What is that supposed to prove?"
Jack pushed the compass into James' lap. "Open yer eyes. And yer mind."
The needle danced around and pointed at Jack now. James shrugged. "A broken thing that doesn't point north. Not enough to convince me of your intentions or to keep me here. I demand to be put on shore."
"We'll talk about that whenever we're close to any shore," Jack replied and swept from the cabin kicking the door shut. He wouldn't stay close not being allowed to touch. He rubbed the golden button hidden in his pocket saying all the curses he had learnt on his journeys. Nah. He couldn't bear James was not remembering who he was and all the wicked things they had done. Aye. Unforgettable stuff. Bugger! This wasn't as funny as he had thought. This was a blow to his pride and reputation.
*****
Two days later Jack was still sulking along in a dinghy when he noticed that the honourable Commodore James Norrrington had entered the deck and was walking around among the crew. Bored stiff Jack spied on him. Ah. The clueless lad had taken possession of a shirt and boots. Too bad! And he approached Ramon, blessed with this amiable face, wasn't he?
"Is it true? Am I a pirate? Is the Captain my lover?" James sidetracked his long-lasting ally from watching the mute.
"Did the hit on yer head ruin yer brains?"
"So it would seem." James scratched his unshaven face. "I remember nothing."
"Bugger!" Ramon patted his shoulder. "Me sorry."
"Thank you but that isn't an answer to my question."
"No answer would be of any help, mate, considering ye don't feel it. Some advice though. Having the captain on edge is putting the whole crew on edge. That worries me."
"And this is my responsibility? You must be joking."
"I only say play along for a bit. Make him feel at ease so he can focus."
"On what?" James straightened his wind-tousled hair.
Isn't he to die for? Jack sighed and rubbed his twitching cock.
"Getting to a safe harbour," Ramon explained. "Go on shore and stock up on food and water."
"Well, I have no idea what being safe even means right now. Who are you anyway? What is your place in this curious misadventure? You sound like a gentleman."
"Me?" Ramon scoffed. "Nah. I was the devil's fancy. Abused and educated in evil ways for years."
"Good heavens!" James stumbled backwards and put his hands up. "I am a prisoner of the insane." He spun around and took refuge with Anamaria.
Ah, Ramon. Now ye scared him off, Jack mused and kept at rubbing. Meanwhile Anamaria gifted James with a generous smile. No surprise. Besides Ramon James was the most handsome man on board. And he talked like a gentleman. Well. He didn't show those manners when he was inside me or I were inside him. Jack chuckled. Aye-aye, Commodore, Sir! He rubbed himself harder and faster. Ye can't take that away from me. Neither will I give up on ye. Oh my. Quick as a shot he squirted off not making a sound. Arrr! Shiver me timbers!
Full of vim he climbed out of the dinghy and walked over to Ramon. "Thus, me darling is out making waves, do keep dear Patrick away from him, aye? I haven't finished working out me strategy."
"Keep an eye on the mute and yer lover's mate? That will knock ye back a few gold coins, Jack," Ramon challenged him, wrinkling his nose.
"All in good time, dearie," Jack agreed.
"As if I haven't heard that before." Ramon pointed at the chatting couple. "Better ye don't miss out by wasting yer silver and gold more than once."
"Good one." Jack laughed and nudged Ramon. "But no worries there." Indeed? Have ye forgotten about Elizabeth? James's not immune to female beauty. He's bloody ambitious, too, and ye shouldn't let him drift away too far. Ye need to reel him in once again.
*****
The coming night Jack visited his cabin to clean up and have a short nap on the floor. The sticky air and the lack of wind predicted a storm was coming soon. So, better to rest and prepare for the challenge. In addition, one more opportunity to make James remember his skills.
His beloved was snoring fully clothed in the bunk. His past enemy. His lover. Alas! Why had Red-eyes had to hit him that hard? His win over Wellington felt like an empty victory now. Not able to relax he stood up again and poured himself a cup of rum.
The snoring stopped. "Get out," James snarled like a mad dog.
"I heard ye talking to Ramon today."
"I needed fresh air. He was around."
"A good looking mate, isn't he?"
"I prefer the woman steering the ship."
Jack sniggered. "Anamaria is a good catch at any day. I dare ye to give it a try."
"I will."
"Trying to make me jealous, eh?"
"Why should I do that?"
"Why indeed?" Jack walked over to him.
"Good heavens! Put some breeches on."
"It's hot as hell and ye've seen me piece plenty times anyway."
James eyed him warily. "How did you get bitten down there?"
"Oh dearie, aren't ye the cutest." Jack leered.
"I couldn't have done such a thing." James shuddered. "I wouldn't."
"Feel lucky. I never let anyone else do this."
"Not even that Ramon?"
"Who's jealous now, eh?" Jack sat down on the bunk. "Why don't ye lay back and let me suck those memories out of ye?"
"Good Lord!" With an iron grip James kept him at bay. "You must be wasted."
"Nah. This was me first drink since we're on the run."
"That doesn't change my mind."
"Okay. Fine." Jack stood up and walked to the washbowl. "I'll clean meself far better to suit yer taste. Even me hands. What about then?"
"I'd prefer you do that somewhere else and honour my refusal."
"Would ye now? Well then." Jack snatched his breeches and slipped them on. "I'm off. I can get more pleasant company with a snap of me fingers anywhere."
"So can I." James turned his face to the wall. "Bloody pirate."
"Good night, me bucko," Jack huffed and strutted out. "Sweet dreams." Pig-headed Brit. Having me beg to suck yer cock would be the bloody day. Aye. Enough said. I have a ship and its crew to guide and no more time for games.
*****
At dawn, the sky bristled with lightning and heavy waves were spinning the 'Pearl' wayward over the ocean. The pirates were busy preparing the ship for the battle with nature and Jack went here and there, shouting orders and eying the churning sea, feeling unusually worried.
"Is he coming around?" Ramon enquired, fixing unsecured barrels and chests.
"Nah. And I've tried hard."
"Come now, Jack." Ramon clicked his tongue. "This's not ye talking."
"It isn't, is it?" Jack sniffed. "That's why I should draw the line and let him and Patrick go."
"Well, ye'll have the proper excuse for that, because the ship will take damage in this bloody weather."
"I don't need excuses," Jack snapped, viewing the grim horizon, and then his loyal crew. With all hands busy, no one paid attention to one more man climbing aloft but losing his footing half-way up.
Almost no one. "Watch out!" Anamaria screamed like a fury.
Just in time Jack jerked around and caught James by the bottoms of his breeches. "Stupid git!" he roared. "Do ye want to swim to the next shore?"
"Still a better option than being trapped here."
Patrick came running. "Don't say that. Your demise would left Sarah forever grief-stricken."
"And who is she? Or you?" James sneered at him.
Patrick flinched. "Oh my!"
The next second a giant wave hit the 'Pearl' catching the feuding lovers off guard, flinging them high up. High up indeed.
"Still rooting for ye, mate. Know that!" Jack screamed, in fear they were heading for the monsters of the sea after all.
"You are, without doubt, the worst pirate," James denied his favour, kneeing him in the crotch.
"Ah! Ow! There ye go!" Jack cheered him on, spinning around. Oh, Jem, dying like this almost pleases me.
"For heaven's sake!" James screamed back. "What is this hell?"
"A pirate's life! Savvy?"
