What Would You Do? *1*

Author: Pilgrim
Title: What Would You Do?
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses again
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine (god damn them to hell!) Before anyone asks yes, Oria is mine who else could have thought up such a creature?
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com or review!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.

Chapter 2 - Bargaining

Jack rubbed his chin thoughtfully, he knew that his name was something important but the rum was currently begging him to swig from its’ fiery depths. He sighed and uncorked the bottle downing a good quarter in one go while the pirates around him squawked at the sheer ignorance of the man. The tall dirty blonde drew his cutlass threateningly.

“Who the blazes are you?” The tall man approached him with a sneer on his face the cutlass aimed at Jack’s gut, Jack glanced down at it suspiciously before answering.

“Jack Sparrow and yourself?” The pirate captain chuckled, he’d heard of the ‘Captain’ Jack Sparrow.

“I only give my name to men who I intend to kill I haven’t decided whether to kill you or not… yet.” Jack frowned, that didn’t quite fit into his confused frame of mind. It kind of reminded him of Oria; she made similar threats, except they were usually followed through with pain. He shrugged, if this was his time, it was his time, time to jump in at the deep end.

“Well that’s stupid, if you only give your name to those you intend to kill then no one is ever going to know your name and speak of the deeds which you commit on those who know your name but can never tell it. Therefore, you remain unknown to the world and can never be recognised for the pirate which you are but technically aren’t because no one knows you are a pirate… savvy?” The man stared at him confounded for a few seconds. The rest of the rum runners alternately scratching their heads and muttering curses at him, Jack merely sat in the sand and grinned. Slowly the leader finished thinking and gave a long belly felt laugh causing his whole frame to shake. He slapped an arm about Jacks’ shoulders, Jack frowned confused.

“I like you boy, you’ve got spirit, I’ll take you onto my crew. Need more men to make me laugh, the rest are all pigs at mirth. Aye, I see you’ve got promise my lad! That you have, you do as I say and you won’t go far wrong.” Jack was still contemplating how confusing himself and another had somehow landed him in the calm, nicely warmed up waters instead of the boiling lava and prongs of hell.

He shrugged and grinned, he was quite good at confusing himself with rum, perhaps it was a new thing for him, certainly doing him good so far. He could barely remember why he was on the island and was feeling warmly pleasant in his belly. He grinned and placed an arm about the taller mans waist realising he would do well to reach his shoulders; the pirate gave him a curious look before laughing even louder and pointing at him.

“He can’t hold his drink!” The rest of the pirates chortled cruelly as Jack absently waved the rum bottle and shouted boldly.

“Aye, I can’t hold my drink!” He frowned and swayed slightly as he began to realise what he had said but shrugged and downed a bit more of the liquid relishing the burn, the dunce act seemed to be working more in his favour than acting sober. He had no problems with that or keeping it up.

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Bootstrap stared dumbly at the pirates surrounding him every single one was glaring at him threateningly. He backed up slightly towards the railings as they stalked towards him looking furious.

“I just don’t think it right that we abandoned Jack like that, I mean we could have at least dropped him off at a port somewhere rather than an island in the middle of no where. Just seems a bit heartless that’s all after he was decent enough to hand out the co-ordinates and take everyone on board.” Barbossa chuckled and stepped through the crowd towards him brushing aside several pirates as he approached.

“He didn’t have the knowledge to run a pirate ship, didn’t even realise that a whole crew together for years could over-ride him. Didn’t have the knowledge or wisdom to listen to those with more knowledge and wisdom than him. Jack Sparrow was a fool, he wasn’t meant to be a pirate, he wasn’t even a man. We’re better rid of him ain’t we lads?” The rest of the crew cheered, Pintel pointed at Bootstrap threateningly.

“You’re going as soft as ol’ Jack!” The crew cheered again, Ragetti piped up with a giggling grin his wooden eye rolling madly in its’ socket.

“We should toss him overboard too!” This time the crew went silent and glanced at each other before they began to chuckle evilly, Bootstrap began to get a very bad feeling as the crew started to press forwards more. Barbossas’ voice rang out clearly over the top of the general ruckus.

“Tie his hands and legs together and someone get a cannon ball.” The crew cheered and surged forwards binding a helpless Bootstrap quickly. Ragetti appeared giggling manically while attempting to drag a cannon ball through the throng of over eager pirates. Barbossa glanced backwards as a cabin door closed and grinned, Oria strode forwards watching as Bootstrap was bound up like a Christmas turkey. He stared at her in disbelief, she tilted her chin arrogantly. Nearly nine months in a cell and this was her first day in the open air, first day with more than six foot square to walk in.

“You told them what I said to you! This is your doing isn’t it?” Oria watched silently as the cannonball was tied around his ankles and they began to push him towards the edge of the ship. She smirked evilly and stepped alongside Barbossa.

“Yeah.” She shrugged indifferently, as they began to push him towards the edge, “Wait, we need to get the rest of the coins off him, no point sending him to his death with a whole load of treasure on him.” The crew chuckled as she stalked forwards and searched every single pocket withdrawing every single coin and trinket in his possession, her eyes met his and she whispered quietly, “Are you sure about this?” He nodded and continued his glare at her as her fingers felt through all of the material looking for anything of value.

“Oria, I’m sure, this is the only way.” He was smiling reassuringly, she shook her head slightly and the smile fell from his face. He replaced it with a glare.

“You have to act like you hate my guts and are afraid or they’ll get suspicious.” He focused on her eyes as she tugged his jacket back closed and gave the slightest nod of farewell as she stepped away. She turned to Barbossa and dropped the coins and other trinkets into his outstretched hand without a word.

“Good, now throw him overboard.” Bootstrap began to struggle against the men’s grasp, he didn’t need to act afraid, he truly was. He only prayed Oria was right about the curse, one month of planning and now it was coming to fruition and he really was beginning to wish it wasn’t. He met Oria’s eyes and caught the hint of worry.

“How could you! You stupid whore! How could you betray me after all I’ve done for you?” Barbossa chuckled cruelly and glanced across at Oria.

“Hell hath no wrath like that of a woman crossed.” Oria watched as William was thrown over the side of the ship, she just prayed her memory of the curse was right and Bootstraps’ courage saved him. Barbossa glanced down at her; she had certainly met his expectations of what she was, cruel to the end and ready to turn on anyone who didn’t earn her respect. He fancied to believe she had even abandoned Jack and now was only loyal to him exclusively. The perfect slave, ready and waiting for his commands and he knew she would follow through flawlessly.

“Well I’d say you’ve earned your freedom. Now get to work.” She nodded curtly and headed on to whatever task needed doing, she couldn’t stop the icy shiver that travelled down her spine. It was necessary though, the curse could be lifted if Bootstrap was present, but he had a son, her fingers played over the pair of medallions in her pocket. She hadn’t told him about that part of her plan, that was something too dangerous to relay to others, just in case, besides she knew what his response would have been.

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Jack glanced at the small ship anchored a few metres away, small row boats were making their way between the shore and the ship, transporting the crates of rum and a few supplies. He scrambled into one somewhat awkwardly and watched the ocean drift beneath them as the rum runner powered his way easily across the gentle waves lapping at the side of the small boat.

Jack helped pull the crates up the side of the ship before standing on the deck and gazing about, it was nothing compared to the Pearl, his Pearl. He felt so depressed, he had nothing in the world and was going to have to fight to survive on this crew, no one looked as if they would take him under their wing, round one commence, he could almost hear the bell go as the spectators bayed for blood, his blood. When the last long boat had returned the Captain stood cockily at the helm, framed in a dying sun and began to bellow orders to the crew, Jack followed the drift of everyone else. He didn’t really care what he did or where he went; he had to get his thoughts collected and that meant as few distractions as possible. An arm smacked into his belly harshly. Jack choked slightly feeling the wind leave his lungs in one massive blast.

“Watch where you’re going runt. Go and mend this sail and do it proper or we’ll flail ya.” Jack nodded absently still caught up in his thoughts and drawing breath into his lungs. He sank onto a barrel and began to patch up the various tears and thinning patches of the sail. He knew the men were watching him curiously; they wanted to know how he had ended up on that god forsaken spit of land with no one and no evidence of anyone else having been there. That was his business, no one else needed to know the real reason, let them imagine. Let the legend of Captain Jack Sparrow commence.