A Pirates Way: To Lie, or Not to Lie

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To Lie Or Not To Lie- A Pirate's Way

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"Don't touch that!"

Anamaria turned around just in time to see Jack nose dive through the door, his nimble fingers plucking the parchment from her hands. She took a step back, a glare replacing the surprise on her face as she stood there, her eyes watching her captain.

"This," Jack stated matter-of-factly as he pointed to the paper, "is very important and is not to be touched."

"It's just paper!" Ana exclaimed, her anger rising. "Try to do something nice and instead, I get my head chewed off," she huffed as she dropped into a nearby chair, her narrowed eyes never leaving Jack's face.

The pirate captain frowned as he gestured to the paper in his hand, "You don't understand, Ana. It's not just a slip of paper," he continued, a slightly offset and dreamy smile turning his lips up. "It's me ma- I mean, my um, invitation to Will and Elizabeth's wedding... next month. And if ye haven't noticed, I happen to be very attached to it."

"You're lying," Ana added calmly, her almost soft tone betraying the expression on her face. "Their wedding was last year, Jack!"

Jack waved his arms in the air, "Did I say wedding? I meant their uh, anniversary."

Anamaria shuddered with anger as she shot to her feet, her finger mere inches from his face as she struggled with herself; an internal conflict waged across her features- the frustration that her voice wouldn't cooperate with her against the sheer anger that was steadily rising. Finally giving up, she breathed a sigh of irritation before turning on her heel, muttering.

"You're up to something, Sparrow," she grumbled as she threw open the cabin door, her boots clicking against the wooden floor. "And I don't much like it."

Jack followed her, the paper clutched protectively to his chest. He cocked his head at her statement and asked, "And what makes ye say that?"

Ana stopped at the railing overlooking the fore-deck and turned back to face him, a slender finger motioning to her right as she stared at her captain plainly as if he were either for once, clueless or just stupid; to which she didn't know the answer to.

The pirate captain took a small step to his left and peered over her shoulder to see the many faces of his crew staring back at him, their expressions the one of a pirate waiting to pounce on a bottle of rum. He drew in a breath before gazing back at his first mate. His first instinct was to lie, but the last time he'd done that, he found out very quickly that lying to an already irate Anamaria was not a smart move; not physically or mentally any way.

He laughed nervously as he watched her, her balled up fist beginning to twitch as he backed up hoping to find sanctuary in his cabin. He stumbled once and when he found that his attempt to escape wasn't going to happen anytime soon, he did the next best thing he could think of.

"Parley?"


Author's Corner: Okay, so this is just a single act(6) of a series I am currently working on titled, The Book of Sparrow, which won't be completely posted in full until a later date. I'm hoping to add more to this and then hopefully able to post it...... Someday.