The Waiting Room
~ Chapter Fourteen
For the Love of Sparrow
Bodies
moved every which way as they tried to avoid the monkey as Sparrow
relentlessly chased it through the room..
“Come back here,
ye’ bloody filthy monkey. Bring back
m’coin!” Jack chased the
monkey to the far side of the room, losing it as it scaled the book
cases and perched itself on the top shelf. It turned to look down at
Jack and gave a screech, baring its sharp teeth in the process,
daring him to move closer.
“Why, ye no good-fer-nothin’!
I’ll be teachin’ ye a lesson ye never be
forgetting!” Sparrow
cursed as he drew his pistol. He leveled it at the creature but lost
sight of it as it sprang from one case to the next.
“Stand
the bloody ‘ell still, ye stinking furball!” The
Captain tried
frantically to get the moving target in his sights. His attention was
drawn away from the scrambling monkey as a hand gently pushed the
pistol towards the floor.
“Don’t be shooting the monkey.
It’s not its fault y’know.” The Irish
brogue insulted the
English pirate’s ears. Jack glared at the gypsy who had let
the
monkey escape into the rafters. He would never get a shot now at the
thieving little skank.
“I know it must be hard fer y’Jack.
It’s terrible f’yer Jack. But in time the monkey
will come down
t’eat. Now come over here…I want t’be
showin’ ye sometin’”
Jack watched as Roux made his way to the bar. His anger rose
as he glanced back up to where he last saw the monkey, then glared at
Roux’s back as he walked away. Jack began to follow, throwing
himself to and fro, doing his worse imitation of the Irish gypsy.
“Must be hard fer y’Jack.” he mumbled as
he followed
Roux, “It’s terrible f’yer
Jack.” He shook his pistol at
Roux. “Well, it bloody is now!” He spun around,
pointing the
pistol up to the rafters, hoping to get a surprise shot, but alas, to
Jack’s disappointment, the monkey remained hidden. In two
strides
he was at Roux’s side.
“Now what is so bloody important
over here y’be draggin’ me away from catching the
monkey? It’d
been a ‘ell of a lot easier if that wench Shelley had kept
‘im
fer me! When I do get out of here, be sure I be lookin’ the
girl
up!”
“I noticed, dear Captain, that before the ruckus,”
Roux imitated a gun with his finger and thumb, “ that
y’were
carving something here in the bar.”
Jack shot a look down
to the marred wood. He narrowed his eyes when he returned his gaze to
Roux.
“What about it? It’s only t’name of a
girl who
loves me. I like to let the world know that this here be a girl who
lost her heart to the pirate Jack Sparrow,” he paused, both
fingers
in the air to make a point, “Captain Jack Sparrow, if
y’please.”
“I’m goin’ to have to fix
that.” Roux told him. “A
wee bit of sanding, some staining, it will be good as new.”
“But
ye can’t do that. You can’t wipe away her name. She
has professed
her love fer me, she writes where she can that she loves me, she
loves Sparrow and I promised her that whenever I see wood, I would
carve her name in it.”
“I’m sorry Captain. But tomorrow
I am going to fix it.” Roux walked away leaving the forlorn
Captain
to finger the carved letters he so deeply gashed into the wood.
“Sorry Megan, m’luv.” He whispered
“But I promise ye’
I’ll find another fine spot to leave
yer’name.” He leered after
Roux. “Somewhere where he’ll never find ye, I
promise ye.”