A gentle sigh, and Elizabeth had rolled over. She was gently breathing, and had changed her position on the matress. Will absently began brushing hair out of her face, and watched her sleep awhile longer. He loved her, yes, but was love enough? Love couldn't protect them from all the sideways glances, and the whipsers. Will Turner, the pirate, marrying the govener's daughter? And Elizabeth Swann, soon to be Elizabeth Turner, turning down the Commodore's propsal? People, they expected so much out of him, he hated it. And whats more, he hated being stuck here, being a blacksmith. For that was what he was, he couldn't be married to the govener's daughter or have a family, and still be a pirate.

Pirate, so that was what he was now? A pirate? Before the Pearl and the adventure, the word 'pirate' would have made him nauseated, but now . . . What did he want? Elizabeth moaned, and turned again, her back facing Will. He reached down, and gently kissed her forehead.

"Elizabeth," he began, careful to keep his voice low, so as not to wake her. He was staring at her sleeping silhouette, and watched her body heave up and down with her deep breaths. "I can't stay here any longer." He sighed, and watched her continue breathing regularly.

"It's not that I don't love you, I do. But that's why I have to go. I miss the ocean, I miss being free. . . It's so hard to say what I'm feeling. It's as though someone gave me the best thing I've ever tasted, and then left me with nothing, to starve. I was never good at explanations was I? Oh Elizabeth, I'm so sorry. I will never forget you. . ." And with a final, gentle kiss, Will disapeared into the night. And a single wet spot stained the daughter of Govenor Swann's pillow.

~~**~~

"Drink up me hearties, yo ho!" Jack Sparrow was strolling lazily down the deck. He was singing his favorite song, and was surveying his crew. Annamaria was scowling at the sea with her usual pout. That girl never learned how to smile. Jack strode over to her and asked, "When's last time we saw another ship?"

"About three weeks ago," she snapped, angrily surveying the sea. She wasn't happy about the lack of action, and was in a rather foul mood.

"Let's go west, just to change things up a bit, savvy?"

"Aye, Captain," she muttered, and began to change course.

What more could a captain ask for? Loyal crew, more gold than I could ever spend, my beautiful ship, my rum . . . The captain smiled, picked up a bottle lying on the deck and threw his head back, expecting the sweet liquid to pour down his throat. But when nothing happened, he opened his eyes and in shock he cried out, "Where's the rum?!"

"I'm 'fraid its gone sir." Gibbs looked up at Jack apologetically, and then bowed his head, and continued working.

"Gone?" Jack cried out in shock. "Wh-what do you mean GONE?!" He fell on the floor of his deck, absently clutching the empty bottle. "How . . .what . . .why . . .rum?"

"Well, we ran out, sir. We haven't seen a ship nor man in nearly a month now. Neither have we stopped at a port to replinish our supplies."

Jack suddenly stood upright and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Anna! turn this bloody ship around. We're going for a little raid. . . TORTUGA!"

"Aye, Captain. To Tortuga we shall go!" Anna began giving out orders about the sails, as Jack strolled back to his quaters.

...

It had been a little more than half a year since he had dropped off the Turner boy. No doubt he and Elizabeth were happily married and would soon be overrun by a bunch of bloody kids. The thought made Jack sick. Will could have made an excellent pirate, even though he was a little too passionate, but he could be taught. Then again, love for the sea couldn't be taught, it had to come naturally. Will obviously didn't love the ocean if he was willing to stay with Elizabeth, no matter how stunning she may be. What was he saying, he couldn't spend time worrying about silly boys running off with girls, he needed more rum, and that's why he needed to go to Tortuga. Mmmm, rum . . .

~~**~~

Will had nothing more than a sword, a hatchet, and his clothing, and that gave him the greatest thrill he had ever had. He loved the feeling of the unknown, not sure where he would end up, or what was going to happen. Not worrying about past or future, just now, in this moment. He began strolling around the empty dock, looking for something. Finally, he found what he was looking for and crawled underneath it. Will placed the small boat over his head, and began to enter the water. He began to walk underneath the surface of the sea, the upturned boat allowing him to breathe, thanks Jack, you taught me something useful.

It was rather hard without the help of another man, but somehow, Will managed to stay underwater long enough to reach the ship he was looking for. It was exactly where he expected it to be. The Crusader was a naval ship that had been long since planning to make a stop at Tortuga, hopefully to catch some rogue pirates. Will knew this because he had often heard Elizabeth's father praising Commodore Norrington's plans regarding Tortuga. The Crusader was beaten and weathered, the years had taken its toll on her. Instead of sinking it to the bottom of the sea, the Commodore decided it would be easy to pass it off as a pirate ship. Commdore Norrington had said, "When we land at Tortuga, that is when we commence the attack on that foul spit of land, we send out our men out there, and return with an armload of filthy pirates." The Commdore would always be smiling then, if you could call his sideways smirk that looked like he had swallowed a lemon a smile, and would try to impress Elizabeth.

Will shook his head, too many thoughts. He needed to concentrate. Abandoning the boat, Will began to swim to the surface, and climbed aboard the ship, crawling with naval officers. Trying to remain quiet, Will slowly slithered onto the deck and quickly hid himself in a nearby room. He would wait until they made it to Tortuga, and then . . . he'd do whatever he wanted to . . .

~~**~~

The young woman looked over the side of the ship. Unsmiling, she inspected her bloody arm. She had refused to wrap it in anything, and anyone who attempted to, recieved a swift blow to the head. The blood dripped down and began to form a small pool at the base of her elbow. By the time the pool was as large as a human head, she still had not changed in her expression, and the blood kept flowing. A breeze whipped her long, brown hair around her neck, and to the right of her face, but she still did not stir.

A few men walked up to the expressionless girl, but she had heard them walking towards her long before they were within her reach. Her muscles tensed, and she was ready to spring, if she needed to. Promises were about to be broken, she could feel it. Suddenly, a pair of boots began to make there away across the deck, and she knew she was truly in trouble now. But she was discplined, and she refused to turn around, without turning around she correctly estimated that seven men were now standing behind her. She was a good fighter, she could probably handle four, maybe even five, but not seven. And certainly not . . .

"Ah, the fair maiden Ashley." She knew it was the owner of the boots

"Do I look like a fair maiden, Captain Wesset?" Not even a smile flicked the corners of her persisant frown.

When Captain Wesset reached out for her wrist, she turned, and in one swift motion, had caught the man's fingers in a tight grip. The two locked eyes, his sea-green, with her deep and mysterious brown. It was a test, to see who would break the gaze first. When an over enthusiastic man shot at the young woman's shoulder, it was Wesset who broke the gaze, to cut off the man's head. It was sheer toture for the woman not to cry out, she simply continued looking at the man, as he ordered a set of iron chains to be brought forth.

"You know, you are breaking our deal," she stated calmly, watching the chains being wrapped around her legs.

"Miss Ashley, you and I both know that I'm not exactly a man of my word, what was ya to be expecting lassie?" Wesset grinned, and then ordered the men to step back.

"Now, I'm gonna let you have it easy, stand still now, darlin' ." He grinned wickedly, as suddenly a loud bang was heard, and another woman, older than the one tied in chains, had shot one of the other men. Wesset cursed, as many more women began to climb upon the deck.

"Sir, more are coming, they've escaped the brig!" One of the other men called. Soon the ship was overrun with attacking women, trying to dfeat the impossible odds, the men outnumbered them, 4 to 1, but the women were better fighters.

"Forget them, don't let that one escape!" Wesset pointed to the women chained in irons. She had already made it to the opposite edge, and was preparing to get the chains off. Before she could finish, a loud explosion was heard, and the ship broke into splinters. The people in the center were killed instantly, but people like the one in chains, on the outskirts, were thrown backwards, into the water. She had not gotten the chains off yet, and Wesset, clinging to a drifitng piece of wood, began paddling to a nearby island, and watched as the brown hair fell below the murky depths.

~~**~~

Gibbs pulled Jack aside. "Why, exactly, are we going to Tortuga? Why not raid a merchant ship?"

"Because, my dear fellow, we have yet to see a merchant ship, and my patience has run very thin. I will be needing rum now, so we are going to steal it off another ship, in Tortuga, where it's already stationary. Savvy? And then after that," Jack continued, without an answer from Gibbs, "I'll treat you all for a mug of ale. 'Cause this be the mos' loyal a crew as I could 'ope for."

Annamaria continued to steer the ship, listening to Jack talk about his plan to get more rum. I'm gonna hold him to his promise about that rum. She smiled, but then quickly went back to scowling. Damn crazy Jack, that fucker will be the death of us. "We'll reach Tortuga by nightfall!" She cried.

"Aye, perfect Anna. Make sure of it!" Jack smiled, and began humming his favorite song. "Really bad eggs . . . . . . Drink up me 'earties yo ho!"

~~**~~

She was struggling with the heavey chains, they were dragging her down farther and father below the surface. Already she had tried prying them with her hands, but all that had accomplished was leaving her with bloody fingernails. Then she had tried cutting them loose with her sword, now it was just tangled in the mess of metal. She would have cut off her foot, but that would mean sawing through her ankles. Blood attracts sharks, and already she was bleeding from the wound in her shoulder and the gash on her arm. Suddenly, she had an idea . . . She took out the dagger hidden in her pants, attached to her inner thigh, and pulled it out. Trying not to let her bursting lungs distract her, she concentrated, and began slicing her boots. By the time she had cut them off, darkness and dizziness was taking over her. She tried to ignore the flashes of white dancing in front of her eyes.

Coughing and sputtering, she managed to reach the surface. Her sopping wet hair was a tangled mess and was getting in her way. She tied it back with some cloth she ripped off of her shirt. She began to tear it more, so that her entire stomach was exposed. Still treading water, she tried to tie up her gash so that the blood would stop flooding into the sea. Immeaditley the white cloth turned crimson, as the blood began seeping through the material, but it was starting to stop.

The sun was setting, and she had no idea what she was going to do. The water was starting to feel a little cold as more and more of the golden orb in the sky disappeared behind the horizon. She was losing energy, fast, and she needed something to float upon. Most of the wreckage was too far away for her to swim to. Plus, Captain Wesset or some of his men might spot her, and then she'd be really be in trouble. Just as she was ready to give up, she saw a floating piece of wood, and using every last ounce of strength, she climbed aboard it. Lying flat on her back, she inspected her injuries, and saw that on top of the gunshot wound in her shoulder and the slash in her arm, her wrist was broken.

Weary and tired, she began paddling with her unbroken wrist, and head deeper into the ocean. Before collapsing into a dreamless sleep, she began to wonder, how long can I survive without food or water? She didn't want to think about that answer, she wanted to sleep.

~~**~~

Will Turner had exited the naval ship without much trouble. He had crawled out a window, and had landed unhurt, but a little disgruntled, at the port of Tortuga. The soldiers were not going to leave the ship for awhile, so Will thought he might as well leave now, before he was caught. This is wrong, this is so wrong. His good-boy instincts were still lingering, which was odd considering he had just left his wife, daughter of a govener, stowed away upon a naval ship, and was now looking to join a pirate crew. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe I should go back, apologize to Elizabeth, change my life, turn everything around. No, I've started this, and now I've got to finish it.

Will strolled into the nearest tavern, it was called The Black Cat. He sat down, ignored the whores, and ordered a mug of something strong. The burning liquid ran down his throat, but he did not choke, instead he ordered another. He listened to various conversations, waiting for the moment to say something. Offer himself as an expierenced pirate, his sword fighting skills would pass him off as one. He was a fast learner, he could become one of them, the smell would take awhile for him to get used to but . . .

A hand clapped down on his shoulder and a woman sat in front of him. It took him awhile to register that it was, "Annamaria," he greeted the female pirate. That means. "Jack!" Will turned around and came face to face with the kohl smudged eyes of the captain of the Black Pearl.

"That's CAPTAIN Jack, mate." The rugged pirate grinned, and sat down next to Will, his arm stil clapped warmly on his shoulder.

"Where's Gibbs?" Will asked, as Jack ordered a mug for himself and Annamaria. Jack continued smiling, and proceeded to rest his feet on the table. Annamaria was picking her fingernails with a dagger.

"I suspect he's out getting pissed, as should we all." As Jack said this he reached for his mug, and began drowning it. Will began reaching for his, and Jack eyed him then asked nonchalantly, "Thought Miss. Swann, or 'scuse me, Mrs. Turner wasn't too fond of spirits?"

Will continued drinking, but looked away and quietly answered. "She isn't."

"Ah, Mr. Turner is being rebellious I see. When's the wedding, I haven't recieved an invitation yet, I think I'm offended."

Will's chocolate eyes seemed to get rounder and bigger as he began studying a crack on the table, "There isn't going to be a wedding."

"Ah, an elope then?" Jack smiled and continued, "Knew you had it in ya, boy."

"No, there isn't going to be a wedding because I left Miss Swann some hours ago." Will looked up at Jack as he saw the smiling pirate begin waving his arms around in his usual manner and offered a pathetic form of sympathy. "Ah, Will, she was not for you. See, women, they talk, they complain, they chain you to a house, make you raise a family." Jack ignored the look of hate in Annamaria's eyes and continued, "Whereas one of these fine ladies," he pointed to one of the whores covered in makeup, she smiled at Jack and began making her way to the table, "don't give a rat's ass who you are, where you came from, so long as you got a couple of coins, they love you."

"Jack, I'm really not in the mood. I'm here to join a crew, not play around." At hearing this, Jack turned to Annamaria and he began to snicker. Partly from drink and partly from the abusurdity of the statement Will had made, Jack fell off his chair and landed on the floor. Annamaria rolled her eyes and asked,

"And just how did you expect to join a crew, blacksmith?" She began to help Jack up, but he continued laughing, then abruptly stopped and looked seriously at Will. His dark eyes refocused and he asked, "Whatever happened to 'bloody pirates' and being a noble blacksmith?"

"I guess I just missed the ocean, the spray of the salt, the constant rocking of a ship that no one can control. I don't know . . . I guess I'm a little crazy." Will looked up innocently at Jack, and to his surprise Jack was looking back intently at him. The same he had when Jack was in the jail at Port Royal.

"You're not crazy, lad, you've just made it clear."

"What have I made clear?"

"You're a pirate, there's no denying it." Jack grinned, and extended his hand, "Welcome aboard the Black Pearl!"

"What?!" Both Annamaria and Will looked at Jack. Annamaria looked ready to kill him, and Will was in utter disbelief.

"Are you crazy?! He's not a pirate!" Annamaria spat in disgust.

"My dear Anna, am I not your captain?" He grinned and watched as the young woman scowl.

"Aye, Captain. Excuse me." She got up, and was ready to leave when suddenly Jack grabbed her and muttered, "Get down!"

The three of them quickly hid under the table as twenty naval officers stormed in.>

"Bloody hell, what are they doing here?" Jack was referring to the men now surronding the tavern, and pointing their guns at every man they could catch with a pirate brand.

"Oh no, they weren't supposed to come until later . . ." Will groaned and Annamaria whirled around.

"You knew they were coming?" She pointed her blade at Will, as he tried to explain.

"No, I had to stow-away on that ship because I had to get to Tortuga. I forgot to mention that they were coming!"

"Don't hurt the lad, Anna, he's on our side." Jack forced her blade down, and then began to think. Hmmmm . . . There's only one way . . .

Jack grabbed Will by the throat and placed his blade to his neck.

"What are you doing Jack!" Will cried, but recieved no answer from the determined captain.

"Gentlemen!" Adressing the officers, they all turned and saw the Turner boy being threatened by the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. They began to move foward as Jack shouted, "Don't move, or the lad gets it! And I don't think you gentlemen would want this lad's blood on your hands. Annamaria my dear! Let us leave these good gentleman to their buisness!" Annamaria got up, and followed Jack out of the tavern. The second the three of them had left, Jack released Will, and laughed, "I suggest you run boy, c'mon!" Annamaria and Jack sped off, with Will in their wake.; He could hear Jack laughing, and then heard him shouting,

"Anna! Gather up the crew, we're taking off! And we're keeping to the code, get as many as you can, and then return when you hear 2 cannons fired! C'mon Will, me boy, it's time for us to set sail!"

The two men ran off into the darkness heading for The Black Pearl,laughing and disapearing into the night.

~~**~~

The sun was burning brightly on the girl. Usually she did not burn much, but her whole body was red and raw. Any kind of movement made her cry out in pain. Her lips were chapped and she was so thristy from the lack of water that she could barely speak. Not that she was speaking, she was alone, with her only company being the sun. One of the cuts was looking infected, but she wasn't too worried, if she lived, yellow puss and green ooze was going to be a minimal problem. Damn you Wesset, I swear on honor I will find you and I won't hesitate to kill you. She sighed, if she ever lived through this, it would be a miracle. It would have been better to drown, curse my pride, I should have cashed it in, but no I wanted to fight, I wanted to survive.

She wanted to dive in the cool water, but she had tried that, and the salt water just burned her skin. And she was to weak to fight the pain anymore. Unaware that she was, trailing her hand lazily in the water she began to scream in pain. The simple movement of rolling over set her whole body on fire again.

"KILL ME!" She screamed and refused to stop.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

~~**~~

"Jack . . . did you hear that?" It had been a day since their escape from Tortuga, and Will felt right at home. He had easily fit into the pirate lifestyle, recieving a hearty welcome from Gibbs, Cotton, and the rest of the crew. Even Annamaria seemed to be warming up to the newcomer. But no one was happier than Jack, even though he did not let his feelings show. He was so glad that the boy had come to his senses. Will's made a good choice, poor lass though. But it's really not my problem, Elizabeth knows what's best. But now she'll be marrying that goddamn prick Norrington. Ah, well, tis not my concern.

"Did I hear what?"  Jack was interupted from his thoughts, and his new stock of rum, Thank heavens for The Unicorn this is the best rum I've ever had. "And it's Captain Jack!"

"ahhhhh!"

"That!" Will cried. "It sounds like . . . like . . ."

"It's a gel," Jack responded in a slurred voice.

"ahhhhhhhhh!"

"Sounds like she's being murdered!" Will cried, straining to hear the voice.

"'It's gettin' closer." Jack pulled a spyglass out of his pocket and began surveying the horizon. He saw a piece of driftwood, and called out to Annamaria. When he handed her the glass she confirmed what he thought.

"Aye, Captain!  It's definetly a female.  Looks like she's been out there for a couple of days, judging by her burns o' course. Should we steer around her then?" "No . . . " Jack looked out to the floating piece of wood. "Bring it closer to her, we're gonna pick her up."

….

"We're doing what?" Gibbs looked startled as he questioned his captain.

"You heard me, we're pickin' 'er up." Jack continued looking at the piece of floating wood, not really listening to his crews new complaints.

"You mean you're going to take some random girl and then put her on the ship? Some brat who'll complain about every little thing?" Annamaria was obviously furious.

"Yeah!" Another pirate agreed, "I dun want no bloody princess givin' me orders!"

"She's not a 'bloody princess' nor do I need your opinions thank you," Jack still did not turn around.

"And how do you know?!"

"Because, Annamaria, she's wearing men's clothing." At this statement, Annamaria peered into the spy glass again, and squinted hard.

"Aye, he's right. She's wearin' men's clothes."

"Course I was right. I'm your captain am I not? Now you mangy dogs-"

"Wait!" someone cut in, "If she's a pirate, why should we rescue her, I mean, what if she's not on our side? What if she does something bad? She could murder the crew an' then steal the ship!"

"Master Daniel, I wonder how a half dead gel could somehow manage to murder our entire crew and take over a ship armed with over twenty men. Besides, I am your captain and I order you to steer me toward that piece of wood. Now, if you are all done questioning my authority, I have a gel to rescue." Jack walked away from his slightly confused, but mostly annoyed crew, and began removing his hat, coat, and "effects". Annamaria looked was darkly steering the ship, daring anyone to come near her. And Gibbs was sitting on deck, muttering and drinking out of his flask.

Will had watched all this in silence. He was puzzled by Jack's actions, and decided he wanted to get some answers. So he plopped down next to Gibbs, and asked,

"What do you suppose he's up to?"

"Aye, can't tell. But he's got something up in that head o' his. Problem is, we don't know what. Hopefully he don't do something stupid." Gibbs shook his head, and continued drinking. Both of the men watched as Jack ordered the port anchor to be lowered. Annamaria had daggers in her eyes when she repeated what Jack ordered.

"Do you think he's gone soft?" Will studied Jack as he climbed to the edge of the deck.

"Nah, he's got an idea, but like I says, hopefully it's a good one. Otherwise we'll be the ones rescuing him." Gibbs chuckled and Will allowed a small smile. "Jack's a hard man to figure out, always has." After saying this, Gibbs turned to see Jack leap off his beloved ship, and beaneath the water's surface.

~~**~~

When the stinging first began she assumed it was her body tingling before death. But after awhile she grew tired of the bites of pain and dared to open her eyes. There were waves washing up upon her, coming over her skin. She tried to sit up as her floating piece of wreckage began rocking dangerously. And then she saw something in the water, something red, a red bandana Panicking, she began looking for the source of the waves when she saw the ship. No he's come back he's found me. Her brain would not register anything correctly. Her vision get fuzzy, she couldn't see anything. But she felt and heard things that made her frightened. Someone's got me, let me go. My dagger, it's in my shirt somewhere. Don't touch my ankle, don't do that. I know what's going on. Why are you holding me, I don't want to go. Burning it burns, you don't like when I thrash, it drags us both down. Coughing we go down, why save me, let me drown, you can live. I'll drag us both down, I'll kill us. But I can breathe. I'm alive . . . alive . . . alive. . . .

~~**~~

She awoke to the sound of a door closing. As she had often done, she reached for her favorite weapon, her dagger, and without even opening her eyes she had it pressed up against the other person's throat.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Came the response. She did not answer, but opened her eyes to face a stranger. He was taller than her, with a trace of a beard and mustache. His mess of dreadlocked and braided hair had jangling beads in it. His brown eyes connected with hers, and they stared at each other, neither breaking the gaze.

"Why not?" She asked in a raspy tone. Her throat hurt as she barely managed to speak.

"Killing your rescuer isn't very nice, for starters." The man began, as she pushed the blade deeper into his throat. "And second," he continued grabbing the dagger and twisting it out of her grip, "you're a little weak still, aren't you?" That was a mistake. . . she made herself look faint for a moment, and when she felt him drop his guard slightly, she went for his shoulders, pinning him on the mattress she had once been lying on. And twisting the dagger out of his hand she put it back to his throat. She's good, too bad she's still a sickly thing. He tried pulling the blade out of her hand to no avail.

"I apologize in advance, love." He moved his hands to her shirt sleeves (actually his shirt sleeves, he had removed her torn shirt and replaced it with one of his her to protect her sun burned skinned) pulled them up, and dug his fingernails into her red flesh. Biting down on her lips until blood trickled, she refused to scream. But the dagger dropped as her skin burned, and that was all he wanted. Within seconds, he had her pinned, and he leaned very close to her, his breath smelling of rum.

"What's your name?"

When she refused to speak, he pulled out a flask.

"I'll give you something to drink if you tell me your name."

She shut her eyes so that she wouldn't be tempted

"I know you're thirsty," he teased .

She didn't answer, but instead reached up and touched his red bandana. Jack was a little taken aback by her movement and he arched his eyebrows at her in surprise.

"You wore that." She tried to keep talking but all she did was cough violently. He took pity on her, and tilted the flask into her mouth. The rum burned down her throat, but she swallowed most of it. Eventually she moved her head away, Jack still had her pinned to the mattress, and whispered, "Carly."

"Sorry . . . what was that?"

"My name's Carly." Jack looked at her, still confused. "It's short for Caroline, idiot." She sighed and shut her eyes, get off me I can't breathe.

"Caroline . . . interesting name. . ." What'll be interesting is to see how long it takes you to figure out your crushing my ribs

"Well, Caroline, Captain Jack Sparrow at your service . . ."

Stop rambling and get off me!

"Well, actually, your really in my service seeing as how I saved you . . ."

"If you're finished, I'd be rather grateful if you got off me now." Carly managed to gasp as she struggled to breathe. Jack eased his pressure on her, but continued straddling her, afraid she was going to try to make a dash for the door. He watched as she began panting for air, and then close her eyes once more. Soon, she was sleeping, her shallow breathing, and a little groan assured Jack of it. He reached across to her left arm, and began rolling the sleeve. When it was up to her elbow, all that was on her red flesh was a tattoo of a skull. Trying the right arm, he found that it was bare. No pirate brand? Hm, Carly, what are you exactly, then? He rolled up her pant legs, and heard a jingle. What's this? Jack rolled her right pant leg slightly higher, and two anklets became visible. One was gold and the other silver. On each one there were emeralds and rubies, but on the silver one, was a black skull. Jack tried to identify what kind of stone was used, but could not. Careful not to stir the woman beneath im, he unhooked both the anklets, and slipped them into a pocket of his.

She muttered something about ‘Wesset' and ‘bloody heads' and stretched out her arms. Jack reacted too slow and received a smack in the nose. Damn. Bloody hell. Stupid gel. Her tangled dark hair was strewn about the pillow, and her tiny pink lips were set in a frown. If she wasn't so violent she mighta made a good whore. Then again, most whores don't wear men's clothes. Just as he was about to get off her, he noticed the black writing along her other ankle. Tilting his head to get a better view Jack was able to make out the words, ‘Death in Cold Blood'.

He shook his head, and closed the door gently as he left.

To be contiuned...

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