"THIS IS RIDICULOUS," Lyla muttered, as she and her father broke into the safe with ease. "They claim that this is the-" she put on a posh British accent, "-'most secure banking system in the Caribbean', and yet you and I broke in here as easily as if it were our own home."
"Yes, yes," Jack said, opening the safe. "Just get in and start filling your bags before anyone comes by here."
Lyla rolled her eyes. "Always a worry-wart, dad."
"Well, you'd worry too if your daughter decided to become a bank robber," Jack retorted.
"I asked and you said yes," Lyla pointed out, ducking into the safe. "If anything, this is your doing. Irresponsible parenting, if you ask me. What would mum say?"
Jack patted his breast pocket, where the Pearl was currently stowed away. "She'd call me an idiot and then see reason."
"Reason being... you letting your daughter rob a bank?" Lyla asked.
"Yes," Jack replied, as he tied the lines to the safe for the horses to pull when the plan was put into action. "You're a woman now, Lyla. Ripe old age of twenty-one. Surprised you're not married."
She scoffed. "Like you'd let anyone even get close enough."
Jack puffed out his chest and his expression turned serious. "You're right, I wouldn't. Nobody's good enough for my daughter."
Lyla giggled. "You're silly."
Then she heard voices, and the playful smiles were wiped from their faces as they looked for a place to hide. Lyla, who was standing by the open safe, whistled for her father and the two of them ducked inside, closing the door so that it was cracked open and crouching down among the treasure.
The voices passed them by, discussing the grand opening of the bank, before a voice paused mid-sentence before saying, "For goodness sake, Jameson must have forgotten to secure the safe again."
The door clanged shut and Lyla and Jack were plunged into darkness. Lyla felt around for her father's hand, accidentally hitting him in the face as she waved her hand around in the darkness. He groaned. "Ow, bloody hell."
"Sorry," she apologised, sitting down and sliding about on the money stacked in the safe. "Well, looks like we're trapped here."
"Got anything to drink?" Jack asked.
Lyla frowned. "No, unfortunately. Aunt Elizabeth says rum is a vile drink and confiscated my flask."
"She did? When?" Jack asked, sounding outraged.
"Last time I saw her," Lyla replied. "Which was maybe a month ago?"
"Why didn't you say anything?" Jack asked.
"Because I just used yours when you weren't looking."
"That's... very clever, actually," Jack said, procuring from his pocket a bottle of rum. "But I, on the other hand, always come prepared."
He held out the bottle and heard it thud against his daughter's chest. She groaned. "Ow, dad!"
"Sorry, it's dark," Jack replied. "Can't see you."
Lyla rolled her eyes, taking the bottle from her father. "So what do we do until they let us out?"
"Drink rum and sleep," Jack replied. "What else is there to do."
Lyla shrugged, pulling out her bag and filling it with as many coins as she could fit inside. She knew her father's plans had a habit of going wrong, and recently Jack Sparrow had felt particularly downtrodden. Five years without his wife was an achingly long time, and each time he peered into the bottle containing the Pearl and didn't see her on the deck, he grew more worried that when he did free the ship, he wouldn't like what he found.
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A TOUCH OF DESTINY | Henry Turner
Fanfiction"it was destined." - in which henry turner meets his old friend [pirates of the caribbean: salazar's revenge] [henry turner x oc] [book two in the storm and sea duology]
