"What's it ta me?" I growled back, "Fer your bloody information, Jack Sparrow 'appens ta be my li'l brother. An' don't lie ta me." I leaned down and bared my shoulder. "D'ya see this scar? Jack 'as one jus' like it. We're connected. Get it?"
"G-got it," Pintel and Ragetti stammered, eyes on the thin white scar disappearing beneath the low collar of my shirt.
"Good." I straightened. "This Bluebeard's cabin?"
"Aye, 'tis."
Pintel hooked his grimy hand behind my elbow and shoved me toward the door. I didn't budge an inch, but I glared back at himand Ragetti so hard it scorched the wall behind them. They went pale and wet their pants--whoo, it stunk--then they both went streaking back up to the deck. I turned to the black door and rapped on it sharp and businesslike. A harsh grunt came from within the cabin.
"Starky?"
"Nope. Not 'im."
"Who then?"
"Aw, now don' tell me ya've fergotten the sound 'a my voice awready," I quipped, "It's only been a month."
I heard a choking gasp; then a crash. Was the old fool having an attack or something? There was the pop of a cork. Rum or grog. God, did every bloomin' pirate on the seven seas drink?! Bluebeard gulped down whatever foul beverage he'd opened and the sounds ceased.
"You!" he spat behind the piece of wood separating us. I could have broken the door down, but I'm better than that. "What're you doin on my ship, Sparrow wench?!"
"Jus' wanted ta talk t'you."
"An' my crew jus' let you walk right in?! I'm gonna flay those lousy laggards alive!"
"I claimed parley. They couldn't touch me 'cuz it'd break pirate law. Now, will ya let me in so's we can talk?"
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That's it for now. Short chapter, I know. My brain's too dead at the moment to copy down more of it. COMMENTS PLEASE! I won't write the next chapter till I've got at least two.
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