The Collector |Sequel to Collector of Odd|

IX |Hushed Betrayal|

Listen to the damned scream. 

          Mirela didn't try to hide her smirk at the misfortune Angelica had seemed to stumble upon. The gypsy wanted nothing more than to cause the snake that was Blackbeard's daughter hell. The best way to do that was to get in with Blackbeard, again. Even though she still wished the worst on the Captain of the Queen Anne's Revenge, she knew the man was weak. An easy target to manipulate. Besides, not only would she get to play with Angelica's emotions, she would be playing with Jacks. The ship less Captain deserved a taste of his own medicine. 

          "Mutiny, Captain!" Angelica's gasped words were a pleasing sound to Mirela, her white teeth flashed lazily at the brown haired woman allowing her canines to flash int he dim lighting of the Captains quarters. Hazel orbs flashed to meet Blackbeard's ocean irises. With one brown brow raised, Mirela sent a coy grin to the Captain. A silent I told you so slipping between them. With an exaggerated sigh, Mirela shifted her weight from the Captains bed, quickly placing her boots back on her feet, but leaving her effects on the floor. Something Angelica noticed right away. Mirela wanted it to look like she was coming back to Blackbeard's quarters, wanted there to be evidence that the gypsy had sprawled across his bed. 

          "Lets go dear, I told you Jack was up to no good." The sultry purr that left Mirela's lips had Blackbeard narrowing his orbs at her, he didn't trust the trickster, but the snapped words he wanted to direct at her died on his tongue. He was also a man, cursed or not he couldn't deny the beauty that was Mirela. With a raised hand, Mirela brushed the back of her knuckles across the Captains shoulders, her stormy orbs sparkling with mirth as she eyed Angelica with clear indifference. One thing was for sure, Mirela would break the daughter of Blackbeard. She would crush the snotty woman like a bug under her boot. 

          "Gentlemen." That one word echoed across the gathered crew, crew with swords and high spirits. Mirela stayed in the shadows, her lips titled slightly in a fox like grin as she watched the crews many faces fall. She wasn't sure what Jack had said to convince the crew to sabotage their Captain, but whatever it was Jack had laid it on thick.  

          "I be placed in a bewilderment, There I were, resting..." Blackbeard's words trailed off slightly as Mirela slid from her hiding space, her hips swaying just enough to cause the crew to eye the woman with interest. Her body nestled up against Blackbeard's back, one arm snaking its way around his torso, her fingers dancing tauntingly across his sternum. Blackbeard turned his head just enough to catch the gypsies eye, one dark brow raised in question at her antics. She only flashed him her ever famous fox-like grin then turned her attention back to the crew. Sandy orbs instantly found deep brown, the look of hurt that flashed briefly across Jacks orbs had her body tensing, but just as that emotion flitted by, a look of curiosity replaced it. Jack knew she was up to something, he always seemed to know when she was playing a game. 

          "Until I heard a rowel on deck... Sailors abandon their posts without order, without leave. Men before the mast. Taking the ship for themselves." Blackbeard's words were sharp, a dagger bite to them as he gained the attention of his crew, his disloyal crew. He may not have looked it on the outside, but the Captain was burning with rage, his body was tense, his eyes flashing like waves on the sea. Mirela had only seen this silent rage once before, not two days later she had danced with fire. Someone would die today. Mirela was sure of it. 

          "What fate befalls mutineers? Now we know the answer to that, do we not? Mutineers...Hang!" Those words were the undoing of Captain Blackbeard, his arm not hindered by Mirela's teasing fingers unsheathed his sword with a practiced ease. The Sword of Triton gleamed bright against the rays of the moon, the silver blade almost taunting the crew. That wasn't the worrisome part of it though. The part that unnerved Mirela the most was the way the ship came to life, the screams of the crew as they were strung up had her hand fisting the material of the Captains shirt. This, this was what was causing Mirela's bones to old a never ending chill. Whatever curse or black magic Blackbeard had stumbled upon, it had done dark things to not only his ship but him as well. 

          "Captain, I wish to report a mutiny I can name fingers and point names." The shouted words from none other then Jack Sparrow had Mirela eyeing the pirate with a hidden gleam of agitation. Jack was a stupid man at times. 

          "No need Mr. Sparrow, you are the one who started all of this." Bitter words that promised a certain death had Mirela's eyes widening for just a moment, a moment that Jack was able to catch. Sure, Mirela wanted to hurt Jack, burn him like he had many times to her. But this was a game to them both, whether they admitted to it or not. They both thrived off of the chaos. 

          "Please father don't kill him!" 

          "Kill him, Edward."

          Those two muddled requests had Angelica eyeing the gypsy curled around her father with confusion. One moment the battle worn woman was threatening Angelica if any harm came to Jack and the next she was uncaring. The gypsy unnerved Angelica in several ways. Mostly because she was unpredictable, and that made her dangerous. Blackbeard turned to eye the woman that was purring to him, his born name slipping off her tongue hit a nerve. A thrill ran up his spine, it had been so long since he had heard that name, but then he was anxious. That name was from his past, he wasn't that man anymore. 

          Jack Sparrow opening gawked at his gypsy. The spit fire was obviously still seething at him, but he didn't think she'd wish his death on him. Even so, he couldn't deny that he still found the entire thing rather amusing. Mirela had changed since they parted ways, she had gone from a dangerous trickster to the carrier of death. Maybe the comparison was a tad dramatic, but Jack couldn't think of another way to describe the blood hungry smirk she carried now. Yes, she still smiled like a fox, but times like these she was a wolf, a shark. She simply hid behind that coy smirk of hers. He would have to speak with her if he survived this, her plan was dangerous, unclear, and most of all reckless. Briefly he wondered if this is how she thought of his plans. 

          "If I don't kill a man every now and then, they forget who I am. Now, which one of you fellow mates kept watch?" Blackbeard's words were icy, a coldness that Mirela could feel in her bones. Death was not a new thing to her, and though she knew this death would be on Jack's head. She couldn't help but grin at the thought. It was a crazed grin, manic in nature that had Jack reeling at the action. Mirela knew how this would end, she knew whatever poor sap had taken watch would die. They would burn.

          "The cook..." Mirela's voice ghosted across the shell of Blackbeard's ear. A whispered prayer of death.  Blackbeard's orbs locked on the ships cook. 

          "Perfect.."