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Jacob left the girl there, and walked back to his boat. He took a few steps onto the deck, and then paused. He dropped to his knees, and then sat himself down on the side of the boat, leaning against the edge of the deck. He turned his face up to the sky, and let the sun beam down on his face. He soon fell asleep, taking a brief nap. It was only until Pierre stomped loudly on the deck that he woke up. Jacob slowly opened his eyes, and stood up, rubbing his shoulder. Pierre waved, and then went immediately to his cabin. Jacob decided to follow, as the sun set over the seas.

Jacob flung himself on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Pierre began writing in his notebook as he sat on the bed, occasionally tapping his pen to his chin as he wrote. This reminded Jacob that he hadn't wrote in his own journal, but Jacob soon decided that he simply didn't care. There was way too much to write, and Jacob felt too tired. As the hours ticked by, Pierre finished, and eventually went to bed. He whispered a quick goodnight to Jacob, but then all went silent. The sound of the waves gently lapping up against the side of the Black Tortuga was the only noise to be heard, but even with the peace and quiet, Jacob didn't sleep.

He wasn't nervous, but he spent almost all of his time thinking about the future. He was planning his next route of travel. Jacob, truthfully, didn't want to stay here much longer. There was something about the royal family that made him feel uneasy. He was silently thinking when he heard a small bump from upstairs. His eyes widened and he nearly threw himself out of bed, grabbing his cutlass with him. He ran upstairs and kicked open the door to his quarters, and saw the thief, tangled and on the floor.

Jacob didn't even bother to roll his eyes, he stomped up to the intruder, and pointed his sword at them. "I've had enough now." he hissed. "Hadn't you learned from yesterday?" Jacob yelled, but didn't touch the rope. Instead, he placed his foot on their tangled ankle, and applied pressure, but not enough for it to hurt. Just enough so that they couldn't squirm it around and try to slip out of the knot anymore.

"Listen," Jacob said. "Lift you hood right now. I want to see your crooked little face." he hissed, and leaned forwards. "I'll let you do it yourself, or otherwise, I'll have to slash that hood off by force."
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Annabelle just about how the knot untied when she heard that familiar voice, and she froze. She kept her head down and face hidden by the confines of her cloak. She could feel the ti of the sword pointing towards her and she lifted her head just slightly, enough she could see him but he couldn't see her. She closed her eye and sighed softly. "I'm sorry." She said as she looked back down. She hadn't even bothered putting her hair up, so her auburn hair was visible through the cloak. She brought her hands up to rest on the hood of her dark cloak. She kept her eyes downcast. "I truly am sorry, Jackal, and I hope you can forgive me." Annabelle said, then she removed the hood, it fell down her back and she looked up at him.

Her curls fell around her face and it was obvious she had been crying earlier with her puffy eyes and stained cheeks. She couldn't look at him long before her eyes fell back to the ground. "You know why I did this, and why I do it. You saw earlier in the village exactly why." She told him in a soft voice, "Do with me what you want, but I don't regret a single thing I did." She said to him.

[Sorry it's short, just getting over being sick.]
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Jacob kept an eye on the figure. He didn't let his eyes wander for one inch, in fear that the intruder would try something tricky. The silence in the room was nearly unbearable. His jaw hurt from how tight he was clenching it, purely out of anger. He waited and almost leaned forward, impatient for an answer. Suddenly, he heard a soft sigh, and even more remarkably, he heard a sorry. Why was the thief apologizing? Jacob then realized something he should have realized a long time ago. There was long hair. Was this a girl?

Jacob's jaw slowly dropped, and he lowered his cutlass. At this point, he was more curious than he was angry. His emotions shifted like the flip of a switch. Something filled him with discomfort as he recognized the voice, then the hair, and, eventually, the face. He took a step back, letting her foot free. It was evident that the rope was almost undone. He shook his head, but once he realized he had backed away pretty far, he took a few steps forwards to stand in front of her. His face was filled with disappointment; not with her, but rather, with himeself. He should have known already. He should have put the pieces together that day. Jacob shook his head.

After a long period of silence, Jacob spoke, in a hushed, raspy voice. "The name is Jacob." He looked her in the eyes. "Jacob Riskinner. Captain of the Black Tortuga. Notorious pirate and hired killer." Jacob realized that her eyes were red and puffy. He frowned his brow a bit, and then ran his fingers through his hair, realizing that he did not have his hat on. It was a minor detail, but he felt incomplete without it. Jacob shook his head.

He walked to his desk, keeping his cutlass in his desk. He pulled out the chair, and grabbed her by the arm. He pushed her lightly into the chair after cutting the rope. He kept the sword pointed at her. "Sit, if you will. I'd only like a talk." Jacob said. He took deep breaths. Now that his adrenaline was down, and he realized just how tired he was. His hard was still beating quite fast, and his mind was spinning with questions, but the feeling of fatigue slowly pulled at him. Jacob watched her.

"I understand why you would want to do this, but I think you're wrong." Jacob spoke firmly. "I truly do." He pulled up one of his smaller chairs, and put it in front of her. He sat down and leaned forwards, looking into her eyes. "But that's a different story. I want to know why you were crying. That's simply enough to answer, is it not?" At this point, Jacob didn't care if this question agitated her or not. He wanted an answer, and he was determined to get it. He was curious about the royal family, and it seemed that it was not as perfect as it seemed, presumably because of Annabelle herself. She was likely the agitation in the family due to her thieving nature. Did her parents know? Surely they were rich enough to not want to give away their money to the poor on the streets.

Jacob was curious for answers, but he figured he'd get them in due time.

{{It's okay! Sorry if mine was pretty short, too.}}
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