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Jack had been enjoying this amusing, silent war. When his strong minded and very vocal captive suddenly fell into a stumbling tender-footed mute (as she should have been in the first place) and then collapsed altogether, it had taken him quite unawares. Luckily he was close enough to her at the time to prevent her pretty head from hitting the deck. Carefully easing her body back into his arms (much more gentler than the first time) he peered into her unconscious face. She looked quite harmless while she was knocked out, he reminisced.
The lack of dissonance from behind him brought his attention back to the crews and away from the curious young woman. It seemed as if they had finally been contained. The remaining survivors were being tied to the now doomed ship’s main mast as the rest were plundered for valuables. The pirates would sleep well tonight with the excess they had gained.
Slowly straightening, and careful with his new, delicate burden, he managed to somehow keep her motionless body level in his arms as he made their way up to the deck of the Black Pearl.