Siren Song: Curse of the Black Pearl

Chapter 13

This is my shortest chapter yet!

  "Why thank you, Jack!" Barbossa grinned.

"You're welcome." Jack straightened.

"Not you. We named the monkey 'Jack.' " Barbossa snapped, and The Monkey chitters, gloating. Barbossa grinned as he raised the Medallion. "Gents, our hope is restored!"

Pity they didn't notice Victoria sneaking on deck.

~- Day, Main Deck, The Black Pearl -~

Pintel eyed Jack's crew with a withering glare, his hand tight on his pistol, as Ragetti tied them up.

"Any of you so much as thinks the word 'Parley' I'll have your guts for garters." Pintel growled, and no one said a word. Victoria had hidden easily behind a few boxes and barrels. Watching as Barbossa held the medallion in his hand, the gold glinting menacingly in the light.

BOOM!

Victoria jumped, almost giving away her hiding spot. She watched in horror as their last chance of real escape went up in flames. Elizabeth, she saw, had managed to get free briefly, but Barbossa caught her wrist. Victoria had to suppress a growl.

"Welcome back, ladies." His smile made her shudder. "Last time you were on board, you played me right clever, make pretending and all." This Victoria could tell was directed at Roxanne. " I hope your stay this time is more pleasant ladies." He chuckled, and turned to his men. "Boys, show'em some hospitality!" He shoved them to the pirates, who hooted their approval. Victoria couldn't take it anymore. She lept up from her spot and onto the rigging.

"Barbossa!" She shouted, and everyone turned to look up at Victoria as she steadied herself on the rigging, and a pistol pointed at Barbossa.

"They go free!" She demanded, trying to sound as threatening as possible. Elizabeth stared up at her in awe, even with her hair a mess and a sleeve off her shoulder, she was still beautiful.

Roxanne, and most others wore a look of confusion, but Roxanne's was a more exaggerated 'what-the-fuck' look instead. Jack, however, was clearly annoyed and frustrated, but what did she care? She had more important things right now. Like getting everyone out of this alive. Somehow...

"What's in your head, lass?" Barbossa questioned, a hand on his cutlass, and an amused grin on his face.

A quiet "Sometimes I wonder that as well." Was heard from Roxanne, but Victoria ignored her.

"They. Go. Free." She growled.

"You've only got one shot, and we can't die." Barbossa chuckled. Victoria paused, before she got an idea. A crazy idea. A crazy one by even her standards. Her girls would be furious with her when this was all over.

"You can't. I can." Victoria moved the muzzle of her pistol under her chin.

"Victoria, do anything stupid! Well, nothing more stupid than you already have! And for the love of everything under the sun don't say anything stupid!" Jack shouted, but wasn't deterred, even by Elizabeth and Roxanne's distraught faces.

"Who are you?" Barbossa frowned.

"No one. She's no one." Jack hastily explained, but Barbossa just ignores him. "A distant cousin of my aunt's nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though. Soprano." Jack was rambling now.

"My name is Victoria Turner, the daughter of Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins. You need my blood. And on my word I will pull this trigger, and sink all the way down to Davy Jones' Locker!" Victoria snapped, effectively silencing Jack. Barbossa glowered at Jack, who shook his head in frustration. He couldn't catch a break could he?

"She's a spitting image of ol' Bootstrap Bill come back to haunt us!" Ragetti cried out.

"Yeah, except she's a girl. And has red hair." Pintel interjected.

"Name your terms, Miss Turner." Barbossa said, calling her bluff with a smirk.

"Elizabeth and Roxanne go free!"

"Yes, we know that one. Anything else?" Victoria hadn't thought that far ahead. She was blanking when she noticed Jack waving at her slightly. Ah.

"And Jack. And the crew. Free and unharmed." Barbossa waved his hand dismissively. "If you agree... Then I'll remain with you." Jack's shoulder's slumped down slightly, she'd forgotten a few very important things. Barbossa smiled, and stepped toward Victoria.

"Agreed. You have my word, as a gentleman of fortune of course..." Barbossa's smile didn't reassure any of them.