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Current Location: Building 8; Apartment 14

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When; Morning August 20th.
Rating; PG13 thus far
Characters; Jack (

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Summary; After getting a little worried for Sands' mental state, Jack offers to come over and keep his friend company. An unexpected parade should help to cheer them as well... Or lead to horrible things, like kidnapping a child.
Log;

And he feels sure he only feels for Sands' suffering because it looks like his own. Tonight, though, there was something there. Some old injury, podded at that he can't even identify. Some of it he recognizes, though they aren't pretty memories to think on, but others are vague, buried, and dulled with time and chemicals.

For whatever reason, Jack feels serving as a friendly ear and a shoulder to lean upon will help his twin and he feels the need to offer it. The almost selfless gesture sits poorly with the pirate, but as he knocks on Sands' door, he feels sure he'll understand it all better once it's done with. He remind himself that he needs Sands' help with recruiting for Jones, after all. Helping the CIA agent does help Jack to that end, at least.

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Listening to Lucy's laughter and shrill little cries and knowing full well what Sands has in mind for her, Jack feels truly ill. He tries very hard to rationalize it. He tells himself Sands has lost his mind, that perhaps it was the circus or perhaps the loss of clarity and control the agent even worried himself over is far worse than Jack thought. The pirate thought he'd found a twin and a like spirit as well...now he's either wrong in that, or being right is a terrible thing.

"He's right, darling. Best, always, to let the Captain move first until instructed otherwise."
Jack feels almost sure that he has Sands well fooled so far. He'd thought to carry Lucy aboard himself and leave the agent in the boat, but with Sands giving the girl instruction, it's best not to raise any undo suspicion by arguing it.

On deck, he goes to his quarters and searches through the stacks of paper and boxes full of maps and scrolls. With a quill and ink, he makes some quick revisions and adds a few lines to his variation of the Articles that he shall have her sign. The code itself falls closest to Bartholomew, but now contains these additional rulings:

XII: Those who would sign the Articles before their sixteenth year shall live on shore and serve only at the Captain's bidding til such time as they are of a proper age. It shall be to them to board their Captain's ship whensoever it makes port and see to the Captain's wishes.

XIII: If at any time we should meet another marooner (pyrate), any man that should sign his Articles without the consent of Captain and Company shall be subject to the punishment the Captain sees best fit.

Sparrow scrolls the parchment and tucks it into one pocket of his coat, setting the ink and quill into the other. Then he goes quickly to the gunwall to lean over its edge.
"Up you come, Lucy, darling. Quickly now."
He watches her climb with small, unsteady hands, and hangs over to help pull her up.

He hopes this will all be forgotten in a day's time or more. He hopes Sands will come to his senses. For the only other thing to worry over is just what the agent will do to the wicked sailor who's ruining his plans.

((I figured as much. No worries. Hope you feel better after work today.))

It would have worked too if it weren't for those pesky kids. Sands kept the girl talking in the boat while Jack was gone.
Sands: "...Forever. We should even rename it something more with the times. Rainbow. Or Sparkles."

Lucy covers her mouth laughing at the ridiculous suggestion and even more so that it came out of the mouth of an adult man.
"What's the name now?"

Sands: "The Flying Duchess. Butress. Something. Horrible isn't it?"

Lucy: "I like the sails."

Sands is wondering what the fuck is taking Jack. "Yeah? Me too."

Lucy: "The pirate ships on t.v don't have black sails."

Sands: "..."

When the traitor comes back Sands seems none the wiser. As Lucy climbs up he stands to 'help' her making sure he comes up right behind. Once on deck he smiles at the rotten pirate while speaking to the girl.
"What are you waiting for Lucy? Explore all you want. Touch things. Have a party. We have to discus the next raid."

Lucy is gone faster then a speed freak on fire. As soon as her footsteps fade Sands grabs his twins shirt and pushes him back into the mast.
"Jack. This is no time to screw the pooch."

((My computer is fucking up all over the place.))

It was a perfect plan. He would have her sign and send her off below deck or to his quarters while he took his laughing madman of a twin back to his flat to sleep off whatever's come over him. In the morning, Jack could simply return Lucy to her mother and all would be well.
Women are terrible luck and traitors..even the small ones.

Jack hits the mast hard and coughs, not expecting his game to be so quickly given away. His hand finds a belaying pin and rests on it as he speaks, wanting something to bludgeon Sands with, should it come to that. Going for his sword or his gun would be too obvious.
"Sheldon! She's a child. To begin with, she's unfit for any crew. Both small and female. That issue aside, she'd be given the lash every time her wee hands fail at the tasks put before her. She'd be worn down to the bone inside of a week. Most likely dead. And that would be if she's quite lucky. For the alternative is a hundred years of service, in which time she'll lose all sense of soul and self and become more sea and ship than girl... I'll not do that to an innocent, Shel. I will not. ... This is madness...you know that don't you?"
On the off chance the man doesn't understand, Jack's hand closes more tightly on the pin, sliding it up from its hold as slow as he's able.

((that blows))

He sighs, leaning into his twin in order to speak into Jack's ear. He has no idea the man is wielding a weapon and planning to brain him with it. Sheldon is sure that the pirate will see it his way with a little tenderness sprinkled with threats. He's being extra nice about it after their last confrontation where Sands had his ass handed to him. Using Jack's method of flirting and the unspoken promise of sex against him, he goes about explaining why his plan is much better then this letting her go nonsense.
"It's too late for that, Echo. We just kidnapped a little girl and had her alone for over an hour. What do you think they'll assume, humm? Who would believe you're the good guy here? Has anyone ever given you the benefit of the doubt in your entire life?
Oh. But you have friends here don't you? They'll believe you. They might even stand in the way when the angry mob comes for you. They might even die for you.
No one will believe you. No one will believe her. No one will want to.
And no one saw me take her. Who do you think the prime suspect will be when mommy's head clears, Jack?"
Sands smiles sweetly laying a kiss on his cheek.

"I chose her to be balanced out and I'll do that no matter what your decision here. And if Jones doesn't do that for me then I will find her myself."
Sheldon's lips brush against Jack's ear as he whispers the last bit.
"And I can make her think it's you doing it."

His hand comes up to stroke the side of Jack's face. Because he wants to see the uncanny resemblance eveyone goes on about. He never had the guts to ask. Now he can kill two birds with one stone.
"Now. You're going to get that girl and put her back in the long boat. Take her to Jones because you're out of options. Take her because letting her go at this point is the equivalent of taking a monkey wrench and shoving it straight up your ass. She needs to be disposed of and you need your ship back.
And then you're going to hop right back in that boat and find Mommy. Bring her as well. Because no mother worth her salt is going to leave her child on that ship. You wont even have to lie to get her John Hancock. But before you do that- fuck her again. If you get her knocked up it will count as three. And twins run in the family! Maybe you'll luck out.
Then we'll go back to the circus. Weren't you having fun? I was."

His real plan being to get Jack so wasted he's unable to take what Sands is pretending to offer. His thumb passes over his twins lips a moment before he turns is face to meet them with his own. A light kiss to seal the deal. How can Jack refuse himself?

Everything Sands says is painful. It stings with the cold, calculated and heartless way the man strings together motive and threat and it hurts like hell because, half the time, he's exactly right. Then there's touching... A warm body pressed to Jack's, soft lips brushing his face, and softer versions o his own fingers on his cheeks. An hour ago, Jack had wanted this. Now the way his own body reacts -for it's a traitorous thing and doubly so with the mix of chemicals that were in his drink- and even the slightest proximity to the man he had, until now, thought of as a brother...it all makes him nauseous.

Sparrow's rough hand tightens around the pin, turning it over and securing his grip for what he knows he has to do. He licks the taste of Sands' lips from his and relaxes as much as he can against the mast.
"No way around it all, is there, mate? Pity...I really was enjoying that parade. Naught to be done for it now, though... I'm sorry, Shel. I've made a mess of this. I just really do wish this wasn' necessary."

If he's lucky, Sands even thinks that the pirate is talking about the plan to give Lucy to Jones. Maybe he is, on some level, but mostly it's the unfortunate need to see his friend's head clubbed roughly until the agent is unconscious. Jack raises the belaying pin high and grits his teeth as he brings it down with all the force he can. He doesn't want to kill the man, but he can't have Sands getting right up again, either.
"'m sorry, Shel..."

There are a lot of things Sheldon doesn't know about his twin. Among those is the fact that Jack Sparrow has already given up everything in order to keep another man's decisions from making a monster of him once in his life. It's only harder now because he likes Sands.

Sands watched body language more then anything else when he could see. he counted on it a lot. Since that's gone now- when he has that insight once again with touch, he counts on it more then anything else. This is what fucks him over.

He not sure at all if Jack is talking about trying to ruin the plan or refusing to go along with it in the first place. All he has time for is to open his mouth with the purpose of continuing his 'pep talk' in the hopes it's just the man realizing they have to do this. Close enough to feel Jack's arm raised he knows that's not it at all. The pirates last apology seals it. He put himself in close proximity to the man once again during a disagreement. He usually learns his lessons the first time too...

Sands moves to the side reaching for his gun but it's much too late. Jack is just as fast and has a head start. The crack on the skull hits him about three inches behind his temple as he tries to get out of the way. It sends him to the deck, falling on his side. A second jar to the head as it hits the wood floor. The first blow stopped him from protecting himself during the fall.
That's just a bump but the first hit cuts his scalp open. Not enough for stitches though it bleeds a good amount. Even without eyes he's seeing little birdies fly around until that familiar darkness takes over.
Not the first man passed out cold and bleeding on that deck.

Left breathing heavy from the tension of the moment, Jack drops the wooden club to the deck. He pulls some rope loose from where spare is stored against the mast and cuts a few lengths to bind Sheldon's wrists and ankles before lowering him to the longboat.

He moves through the ship calling for Lucy until he finds the small girl. He puts her in his quarters and tells her to stay there, providing her a bit of soft coal and some parchment to draw on and asking that she make maps for him of the City as her first job on crew.

Locking Lucy there, Jack rows Sands to the dock and hoists him over his shoulder to carry the agent to his own apartment and leave him here bound. The pirate trusts his twin to be smart enough to free himself, given time.

When he returns to his ship to collect Lucy, he finds the girl standing in his chair, putting every effort into drawing all of the things she's seen in the city. Copying the large nautical maps already laid out before her, she's even added a compass, though the directions are irrelevant. Jack smiles warmly at the girl.
"Very well done, lass. I'll be in your debt for this..."

She beams up at him happily and rejoices in the praise. "Mommy says I'm very good at drawing."

"She's very wise, your mum." Jack replies, and takes quill and ink to parchment once more. He rolls it tightly when he's done and seals it with wax before handing it to Lucy. "This is very important, luv. I need you to deliver this to another Captain for me, savvy? He might seem scary, but he's very funny looking and he talks a bit weird. He's like something from a fairy story, really. You'll be fine. Cross my wicked, pirate heart. Besides, you're very brave, yes? Nothing to scare you." He grins broadly and she grins back, setting her hands on her hips and nodding. Very brave indeed.

Somehow, as they approach the Dutchman -with it's scyth of a bowsprit and reaper figurehead- some of that bravery seems to fade and the girl is clinging to Jack's waist. "Don' you worry yourself, poppet. Tha' wreck of a rig's jus' filthy, is all. Needs a decent cleaning. And what harm could that ol' reaper do? He's naught but bones -and broken ones at that, I must mention- no meat at all to help in a fight. I imagine you could knock the tosser out in one blow." He ruffles her hair and Lucy giggles timidly. She misses Jack's brother who left so suddenly for home. A shame he gets seasick so easy.

Sparrow takes Lucy to Jones' deck quietly and kneels beside her. "D'you trust me, luv?" The girl nods emphatically through her nervousness. "Good. Then know that I'm trusting you to be brave for me. ... I need to go fetch something for Captain Jones. But I will be back for you. You trust me?" The girl looks on the edge of tears and her nod is now very slow and shaky. "Be brave, Lucy. And give him that letter. And I swear to you, I'll be back." After a moment of thought, Jack unties a bit of black netting and ribbon that wraps his right wrist and ties it around Lucy's small arm. It wouldn't mean much to anyone else, but anything Jack keeps has meaning. "I'll be back for that, if for no other reason." And he kisses Lucy's forehead as he condemns her.

He can hear her sniffle as he heads back down to the longboat, but she doesn't cry. She's a brave girl, and doesn' cry. Soon, Jones will find her and his note. If she weeps then, Jack would never blame her.

Clutched in Lucy's hand is a short and direct notice to the Captain:

Captain Jones,

I am quite sincere in keeping to my accord with you. As proof of my dedication, I leave this girl in your possession until such time as I trade twenty able men for her return.
Do not think me incapable of condemning souls to your ship. Not for an instant.

Her name is Lucy. She wishes to live on a ship. We are granting her that.

Sincerely,
Captain Jack Sparrow

Back on his own ship, Jack shall drown himself in drink and smoke himself into oblivion. If he must be a monster to save that girl from Sands, than best that Jones be the first to fear his madness.

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