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For less than a second, I froze up. Not that I had any reason to. Being a vampyr, I could take anything they could dish out. Either way, I could tell just by looking at them that Bluebeard's crew was frightened of me. Smiling inwardly, I calmly raised my open hands to shoulder level.
"Parley," I declared, raising my voice so all on deck could hear.
"Parley?! 'At means she c'n talk to the cap'n wivout any'v us 'armin' 'er," said one of the rapier wielders in front of me. He was a lanky fellow with an unwashed face, missing teeth, a mop of yellow hair the colour (and presumably the texture) of straw, and a wooden eye that looked about to fall our--it probably wasn't the right size for him.
"Damn to the depths whatever maudlin who thought up parley!" the lanky man's companion swore. This one was a squat fellow; balding on top with long, stringy hair hanging to his chest.
"That would be the French," I pointed out, and the two--not to mention the other mangy dogs pointing guns and swords at me--gave me a look as if to say "Who the bloody 'ell is this crazy lady?" Godsblood, I was starting to sound like Jack!
"What's all the fuss over 'ere?!"
Bluebeard's firstmate--I think his name was Starbeam or Starky or something like that--pushed through the crowd and stopped short when he saw me.
"Oh, it's you," he sneered, "Whatchu doin' on our ship?"
Something in his tone made me wanto to kick him where it hurts but I knew that would do me no good. I haughtily raised my head so I was looking down my nose at him and stood arms akimbo.
"I'll have you know I've declared parley. I would like to speak with your captain Arthur Bluebeard."
"Alrighty then," the firstmate sneered again, "Peter! Regus!" he barked at the two companions I'd been conversing with--they looked real familar I just couldn't place why--"Escort the--pfft--lady to the cap'n's quarters."
"Aye aye, Mr. Starky!"
Both men grabbed me roughly, one man at each elbow, but I grabbed their arms and twisted them up behind their backs faster than they could blink.
"I think it best to warn you boys I will not be treated that way," I growled, "Parley means I'm not to be harmed, remember?" Oh, an' your names, boys? I c'n tell they're not real. Peter an' Regus? Pff. More like Pintel an' Ragetti, formerly of the Black Pearl, correct?"
"N-no," they gasped, looking around to see if anyone had seen or heard our little conversation. Liars. No one was paying the least bit of attention to us anyway.
"So're ya gonna take me to yer cap'n or not?"
"Yeah, yeah, we'll take ya," Pintel grumbled, massaging his shoulder.
We resumed walking, both of them staying a safe distance away from me.
"How is the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow by the way?" I inferred casually.
We had stopped again in a lower level of the ship. Pintel and Ragetti glared up at me. Ha. Even in my bare feel Id've been taller than those louts. Ragetti seemed a bit jittery, but that seemed to be his natural state of affairs.

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