The Black Riddle

Ch. 7 Girl Power

The tavern was a very busy place. People were chatting, eating, drinking and last but definitely not the least, drinking. This, however, all stopped the moment Jack entered the tavern by the already very well known lass. The one who captured the black heart of Captain Jack Sparrow. In addition to the rumours the heated display in the street happened to be played out in a very people friendly area.

“What ye all staring at? Go back to ye drinks.” Jack snapped.

“Aye, glad to have ye back Capt’n both ye and yer Lady. We were fearing the death of our king, been so long you were here.” One of the barkeepers said.

“Takes more that the sea to kill me, mate.” Jack leered while holding Bella close to his side.

“Well lets see if a woman can do the trick then shall we, eh” Bella resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Another offended whore, this one was a brunette, big and rather fierce looking.

“Ah, Trina. “ Jack flinched at the sight of her teeth and smiled tensely.

‘Another reason I never kissed them’

Bella could feel his back tense and his frame leaning into hers. It made her proud that he would seek her for safety, even if it were subconscious.

“Now ye see I…” Jack started to say as a hand came flying through the air and connected with…another palm. Bella did not like all these women staking their claim on her Jack. He was, as he said, hers. Bella’s eyes had gone dark and cold and her skin was like ice.

“Don’t you dare.” She said “He is mine. Don’t ever doubt it.”

“Oh really. For how long?” The whore spat. “You stand there unarmed, challenging me. Don’t you know who I am?”

“Another whore?” Bella asked innocently and batted her lashes. Jack stood between the two women and he was not very comfortable. He was one of the few men that knew women were far more dangerous than men, given the right reason to fight, alas protecting something, or in this case, someone they considered theirs. That was also the reason he allowed women in his crew. They were simply terrifying.

Trina’s lips thinned. She could not deny that she sold her body, both for pleasure and survival.

“Oh, did I strike a tender nerve?” Bella stuttered in fake astonishment. She knew the art of being bitchy to her fingertips.

“I might be new in the Caribbean, but don’t think I can’t fend for myself.” She sneered. Their audience gulped nervously. Most of them knew that Trina was a dangerous woman, but this new girl seemed to have some spunk.

“Fine, let’s see if you can fend for yourself then, my oh so fine lady.” Trina sneered.

“Are you challenging me?” Bella inquired.

“Aye, I am.”

“Stakes?”

“Jack, for every day and night in Tortuga, and you sleep with the crew.”

“Deal.” Jack tapped the two lasses on the shoulder with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry to interrupt, but don’t I myself have a say in what is going to happen with my body?”

“Not really” both girls said at the same time without taking their eyes off each other.

“Aye” jack said, “then I’ll just go and sit over here then, shall I?” with that he went to sit down with his crew, out of harms way, looking worried a quite sombre. Even though he knew Bella could turn a person in side out with a snap of her fingers, he did not know how good her non-magical fighting skills were.

“My stakes are as follows; Jack will be mine, and I get to remove a body part for every time you, or one of your slags…” she sneered “should invade his personal space, or rather should come close enough to…” she sighed “displease me.” Bella seemed to stop and think, then she grinned. “And you’re going to wear that dress for a month.”

“Deal.” Trina spat.

Bella knew that everyone thought she would loose, Trina was much bigger than her. She had snooped into the barkeepers mind to find out how good a fighter she was and she was disappointed. She was a brute, quick, temperamental, and very predictable. She fought on rage, pure adrenalin, not cool calculation, not the Slytherin way. Bella decided to make this a show and toy with her until she would not stand the humiliation

Trina had found herself quite a long and impressive sword. Bella gaped at her. Was she trying to make it easy for her? A long sword was practically useless in close range fighting. Anger boiled in her. In that moment she decided that she would not play, but go straight for the kill.

Trina had mistakes Bella’s expression as one of fear, and smirked. Bella rolled her eyes. She turned her back on Trina and walked towards Jack.

“Sword please.” He handed her his sword and received a soft kiss. Trina raged at the sight of Bella kissing Jack and growled in frustration. Bella smirked; she knew that kissing Jack would piss her off.

She grabbed Jack’s sword and swung it over her shoulder to parry her back, as cold steel was about to slice her open. The crowd gasped and Jack looked utterly terrified.

Bella spun around and cut Trina’s bodice open across her chest and down to her hip in one slice leaving a thin red line, forever to remind her not to bully Bellatrix Black Riddle.

Grasping the opportunity while Trina was to stunned to move, she whipped the blood off the tip of the sword, tuner to Jack and handed it over along with a full fledged kiss.

“You’re mine. Don’t ever forget it.” She turned back to her now recovered challenger and whipped out her devil forked swords, transfiguring them back from the shape of rings. The move was so fast no one actually saw where the short swords came from.

“Where the hell did those come from.” Gibbs whispered.

“I don’t know mate.” Jack replied

Bella had figured that she would be likely to meet some unpleasant people and that she would eventually need her favourite swords, whether she appeared unarmed or not.

Again she turned her back on the angry woman and headed for the centre of the room. When she heard the brunette’s heavy footsteps she took a few long and quick steps, placed her foot firmly on the pole in the centre of the room and kicked herself into a high black flip.

Bella landed just behind Trina and before she could turn around Bella had placed the threes sharp edges of her right sword harshly at her throat, while the other was playfully cutting up her dress, slice by slice.

“Do you yield?” Bella asked calmly

“Never.” The woman shouted. Bella rolled her eyes. Her impatience seemed to amuse the crows surrounding them a great deal she realised as laughter thundered through the tavern.

“Do you yield?” it was more a statement that a question this time, and the made her point by pressing both her swords into her skin drawing blood. The sword at her throat her stayed put and not moved an inch, but her left sword and slipped down to Trina nether regions and the middle blade was currently pressed to the side of the folds surrounding her clit also drawing blood.

Trina’s knees bucked at the pain vs. pleasure sensation the cold blade was giving her.

“Y-yes.” She panted. “I yield.” Bella smirked and whipped her blades back into hiding, meaning she transfigured them back into rings. She leaned forward so that her mouth was by Trina’s left ear.

“You going to be a good girl and keep your paws off my captain, hm?” Trina just nodded weakly, having her wind knocked out of her completely.

“Good. Now go and play if you like.” Bella left the older woman to her own devises and headed towards her favourite pirate.


Jack had situated himself in the corner of a high backed bench and watched as she made her way to him, not that it was a tedious task as the crowd parted before her.

“How’d ye get so good love?”

“Constant training from I was five to eleven after that two months a year, give or take a few weeks.”

“Why is that pray tell?” he asked curiously.

“Family tradition I guess.” She said and shrugged her shoulders. Jack patted the vacant spot between his legs for her to sit down. Bella obeyed and leaned back onto his chest with her arms propped up on his knees. He circled her waist and held her tightly while he nipped her neck with his teeth and soothed each pink mark with his tongue.

“Well done love. I’m proud of ye. Most of the men in here have gotten their hatts kicked by that lass.” For the crew of the Pearl seeing the two of them finally together as a couple was a relief.

“Finally got yer heads out of yer arses have ye now.”

“Shut up Gibbs.” Jack mumbled, “and get me a bottle of rum. That fight nearly broke my nerves.” Bella glared at him.

“If she had been any more predictable I would have to fight her without any blades to get anything out of it at all.” Jack rolled his eyes.

“Aye love, but I didn’t know how well you fought now did I, and she is twice your size.” Bella snickered.

“Were you worried about me?” she asked and wiggled further into his embrace.

“Damn right I was.” He snapped. “You winning determined if I would get to keep my choice of..” he halted “eh, you.” He added shyly and bushed a fine shade of pink.

It was Gibbs’ turn to roll his eyes and shake his head. Shyness didn’t fit him one bit and he hoped that he would snap out of it in a while when he realised that the girl was just as nuts about him as he was of her. Bloody fools.

“Here’s yer rum, Capt’n, and some water and bit to eat for yer lass.” He said and winked at Bella. She liked Gibbs. He was like the nice uncle you could talk about everything to and know every word you told him would stay with him.

“Thank you Gibbs”

“Yer welcome, lass. Now down to business Capt’n” he began. He figured that since Jack had chosen Bella as his other half, she would know anyway. God only knew what they didn’t tell each other.

“There’s going to be royal ball in Port Royal in ten days.” Gibbs’ leered with a smirk on his face. Jack frowned in confusion.

“And what, dare I ask, what could we be possibly be doing at a royal ball?”

“Stealin’ o’course.”

“It’s dead in the water that one.” Bella spoke up.

“Oh why is that lass.” Gibbs growled. He was not happy for that his brilliant idea was shot dead before it had taken flight.

“First off; if it’s a royal ball the King and Queen is going to be there…”

“Just the King, the queen died years ago.”

“Ok, so the king is going to be there, that means that security is going to be tight, it will be impossible” she said, then an evil and predatory smirk appeared on her face beneath Jack’s hat that both worried and excited both men.

“Almost.” She said softly.

“Almost?” Gibbs and Jack said in unison.

“Yes, almost.” Came the smug reply.