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Chapter One: The Dauntless
"Bit closer, bit closer! That's it, it's jest ye and ol' Jack...again," Jack Sparrow muttered, trying to coax the keys to come just a few more feet closer to his cell in Port Royal, where he was being held prisoner yet again. And just like his last imprisonment, noises coming from the stairs scared the dog with the keys into running off again, taking Jack's only chance of survival with him. Cursing his bad luck, Jack got off the floor to see who his visitor was this time, praying it wasn't anyone like the last. He was greeted with a guard with a very noticeable reddening hand mark on his left cheek and Will and Elizabeth Turner, who was beginning to show her pregnancy at around 4 months, give or take. This greeting, however, was not a very welcoming one. For starters, Elizabeth was furious and seemed to have taken some of the anger out on the guard for trying to keep a lady from scum like pirates.
"Jack Sparrow! Just what do you think you are doing? Are you absolutely mad? I cannot believe you! I know that you are far from subtle, but I mean honestly, do you always blow up a ship whenever you come to port?" Elizabeth ranted.
Will, who was over the initial shock of Jack blowing up the Dauntless in the middle of the night (which wasn't really that hard for him to accept, knowing Jack), placed a steadying hand on his wife's back. He had already set a plan in motion to get Jack out of his hanging tomorrow at dusk.
"Well darling, allow me explain meself," Jack started, cutting off Elizabeth who was breathing in deeply to start her yelling again. "I knew the only way to get into Port Royal ever again was to come at night when I can't be seen by anyone. I need'd to get on the Dauntless because there was a very important map that I need'd to... borrow. Savvy?"
"No, not 'savvy' Jack! How in the hell did you manage to blow the bloody ship up! You're lucky nobody was on it," screamed Elizabeth, still fuming.
"I was gettin' to that, let me finish." When Jack was sure there was going to be no outbursts from her, he continued. "I get on the ship, it's dark an' I can't see, so I light a candle or two. While I was searchin' for the map, I mustve knocked over a candle an'... well to sum it up the maps were stored near the gunpowder an' I had jest enough time to get off the ship with me map and run straight into the Commodore himself, apparently patrolling the area. I began to explain meself when suddenly," Jack threw his arms up in the air over his head; "there was an explosion. Water everywhere! I think a block o' wood hit a soldier on th' head – knock'd 'im right out. I turn 'round, no more Dauntless." Jack finished, lowering his arms. "Fireworks 'ere spectacular, though." Jack added, after he received blank stares coming from his audience.
Elizabeth was about to start again with her ranting, but Will stopped her before she could start, "Elizabeth, why don't you go back home and settle down, all this excitement cannot be good for the baby." With that thought in mind, she agreed, glared at Jack once more and kissed Will good-bye before ascending the stairs.
Once she was gone, Will whipped around to face Jack and spoke loudly so the guard would not become suspicious, "Don't worry about her. She cried this morning because her toast was brown, not golden brown." His voice dropped to a whisper so the guard at the top of the stairs couldn't hear: "Alright, here's the plan. Right after the explosion I saw Gibbs about to row back to the Pearl. He explained to me what happened, that you blew the ship up and got caught, so I told him to get help from an old friend that lives in La Paz – by dawn they should be there, it's not far. If she can't help you, no one can," he finished, glancing around to make sure there were still no guards.
"She?" Jack asked, "Who is 'she'?"
Will looked shocked he forgot to tell Jack her name. "Oh I bet you've heard of her-" but was cut short when Commodore Norrington came down the stairs, hands clasped behind his back.
"Mr. Turner, you've had enough time to speak with Mr. Sparrow for the night. Whatever else has to be said before his death can certainly wait until the morning. Your wife would be wanting to know you're safe." He spat the last part.
Will nodded coldly, said his goodnights to Jack, and left. Norrington was about to follow when Jack spoke:
"Ye know I could'n say it enough, mate, tha' I'm dreadfully sorry to hav' blown yer boat up – ship!" Jack corrected himself under Norrington's steely glare.
"Mr. Sparrow-"
"Captain... if ye please," Jack said looking up from picking dirt out from under a fingernail and leaning up against the cell door.
"Mr. Sparrow, what were your intentions on the Dauntless earlier tonight?"
"Me intentions? Oh, I had no intentions a' all. I was jest very drunk an' did'n realize where I was goin' 'til I got there, as it were," was Jack's response which he silently prided himself on his spectacular lying skills. However good at lying Jack was, he decided the less he said the better at the moment.
"What were your intentions in the town of Port Royal then, Sparrow?" asked the Commodore, getting impatient at how laidback Jack was being considering his death was less than 24 hours away.
"Oh, jest comin' to visit a couple o' me friends," was Jack's lame excuse, and the Commodore started picking up on his lies. It seemed the more relaxed Jack was acting, the worse he was at producing lies. Norrington, not seeing Jack's relaxed state for that reason, but seeing it as he must have another one of his miraculous escapes planned, made a mental note to add more security to the hanging tomorrow.
"Oh, I see now! Well doesn't that make sense," said Norrington sarcastically, though Jack couldn't tell what he was up to. He smiled brightly, frowned, then smiled again, unsure of how to look innocent, seeing as he rarely was. Norrington started to slowly pace outside Jack's cell. "Then why, may I ask, are you arriving so late at night? Surely, Mr. and Mrs. Turner were not expecting you, seeing as all the light was out in their house when my men and I were patrolling." Norrington finished, positive he had Jack with his last question.
"I came earlier than expected an' was jest goin' to wait 'til morning. Got a bit lost." Jack paused, and then grinned. "Still sore tha' Will got the girl, eh mate?" came Jack's smooth response with a grin that made Norrington want to wipe it off his filthy face.
The reaction from Norrington was what Jack had hoped: "Goodnight, Mr. Sparrow. Pleasant dreams, for they will be your last." And with that he turned sharply, hands clasped behind him again, and left the prison.
Thankful that the Commodore had left before he thought of anymore clever questions to ask him, Jack decided that all he could do now was wait until morning when Will would be back to finish telling him who his rescuer would be and find out how he was exactly going to get out of yet another hanging in Port Royal.
His last thoughts before drifting off to sleep were along the lines of 'I 'ope they rem'mber 'Cap'n' tomorrow...'
********************************* A/N: Please please please please please PLEASE review or else I don't know if I should keep on writing bc if no one likes it then whats the point right? Please let me know what you think!
Chapter One: The Dauntless
"Bit closer, bit closer! That's it, it's jest ye and ol' Jack...again," Jack Sparrow muttered, trying to coax the keys to come just a few more feet closer to his cell in Port Royal, where he was being held prisoner yet again. And just like his last imprisonment, noises coming from the stairs scared the dog with the keys into running off again, taking Jack's only chance of survival with him. Cursing his bad luck, Jack got off the floor to see who his visitor was this time, praying it wasn't anyone like the last. He was greeted with a guard with a very noticeable reddening hand mark on his left cheek and Will and Elizabeth Turner, who was beginning to show her pregnancy at around 4 months, give or take. This greeting, however, was not a very welcoming one. For starters, Elizabeth was furious and seemed to have taken some of the anger out on the guard for trying to keep a lady from scum like pirates.
"Jack Sparrow! Just what do you think you are doing? Are you absolutely mad? I cannot believe you! I know that you are far from subtle, but I mean honestly, do you always blow up a ship whenever you come to port?" Elizabeth ranted.
Will, who was over the initial shock of Jack blowing up the Dauntless in the middle of the night (which wasn't really that hard for him to accept, knowing Jack), placed a steadying hand on his wife's back. He had already set a plan in motion to get Jack out of his hanging tomorrow at dusk.
"Well darling, allow me explain meself," Jack started, cutting off Elizabeth who was breathing in deeply to start her yelling again. "I knew the only way to get into Port Royal ever again was to come at night when I can't be seen by anyone. I need'd to get on the Dauntless because there was a very important map that I need'd to... borrow. Savvy?"
"No, not 'savvy' Jack! How in the hell did you manage to blow the bloody ship up! You're lucky nobody was on it," screamed Elizabeth, still fuming.
"I was gettin' to that, let me finish." When Jack was sure there was going to be no outbursts from her, he continued. "I get on the ship, it's dark an' I can't see, so I light a candle or two. While I was searchin' for the map, I mustve knocked over a candle an'... well to sum it up the maps were stored near the gunpowder an' I had jest enough time to get off the ship with me map and run straight into the Commodore himself, apparently patrolling the area. I began to explain meself when suddenly," Jack threw his arms up in the air over his head; "there was an explosion. Water everywhere! I think a block o' wood hit a soldier on th' head – knock'd 'im right out. I turn 'round, no more Dauntless." Jack finished, lowering his arms. "Fireworks 'ere spectacular, though." Jack added, after he received blank stares coming from his audience.
Elizabeth was about to start again with her ranting, but Will stopped her before she could start, "Elizabeth, why don't you go back home and settle down, all this excitement cannot be good for the baby." With that thought in mind, she agreed, glared at Jack once more and kissed Will good-bye before ascending the stairs.
Once she was gone, Will whipped around to face Jack and spoke loudly so the guard would not become suspicious, "Don't worry about her. She cried this morning because her toast was brown, not golden brown." His voice dropped to a whisper so the guard at the top of the stairs couldn't hear: "Alright, here's the plan. Right after the explosion I saw Gibbs about to row back to the Pearl. He explained to me what happened, that you blew the ship up and got caught, so I told him to get help from an old friend that lives in La Paz – by dawn they should be there, it's not far. If she can't help you, no one can," he finished, glancing around to make sure there were still no guards.
"She?" Jack asked, "Who is 'she'?"
Will looked shocked he forgot to tell Jack her name. "Oh I bet you've heard of her-" but was cut short when Commodore Norrington came down the stairs, hands clasped behind his back.
"Mr. Turner, you've had enough time to speak with Mr. Sparrow for the night. Whatever else has to be said before his death can certainly wait until the morning. Your wife would be wanting to know you're safe." He spat the last part.
Will nodded coldly, said his goodnights to Jack, and left. Norrington was about to follow when Jack spoke:
"Ye know I could'n say it enough, mate, tha' I'm dreadfully sorry to hav' blown yer boat up – ship!" Jack corrected himself under Norrington's steely glare.
"Mr. Sparrow-"
"Captain... if ye please," Jack said looking up from picking dirt out from under a fingernail and leaning up against the cell door.
"Mr. Sparrow, what were your intentions on the Dauntless earlier tonight?"
"Me intentions? Oh, I had no intentions a' all. I was jest very drunk an' did'n realize where I was goin' 'til I got there, as it were," was Jack's response which he silently prided himself on his spectacular lying skills. However good at lying Jack was, he decided the less he said the better at the moment.
"What were your intentions in the town of Port Royal then, Sparrow?" asked the Commodore, getting impatient at how laidback Jack was being considering his death was less than 24 hours away.
"Oh, jest comin' to visit a couple o' me friends," was Jack's lame excuse, and the Commodore started picking up on his lies. It seemed the more relaxed Jack was acting, the worse he was at producing lies. Norrington, not seeing Jack's relaxed state for that reason, but seeing it as he must have another one of his miraculous escapes planned, made a mental note to add more security to the hanging tomorrow.
"Oh, I see now! Well doesn't that make sense," said Norrington sarcastically, though Jack couldn't tell what he was up to. He smiled brightly, frowned, then smiled again, unsure of how to look innocent, seeing as he rarely was. Norrington started to slowly pace outside Jack's cell. "Then why, may I ask, are you arriving so late at night? Surely, Mr. and Mrs. Turner were not expecting you, seeing as all the light was out in their house when my men and I were patrolling." Norrington finished, positive he had Jack with his last question.
"I came earlier than expected an' was jest goin' to wait 'til morning. Got a bit lost." Jack paused, and then grinned. "Still sore tha' Will got the girl, eh mate?" came Jack's smooth response with a grin that made Norrington want to wipe it off his filthy face.
The reaction from Norrington was what Jack had hoped: "Goodnight, Mr. Sparrow. Pleasant dreams, for they will be your last." And with that he turned sharply, hands clasped behind him again, and left the prison.
Thankful that the Commodore had left before he thought of anymore clever questions to ask him, Jack decided that all he could do now was wait until morning when Will would be back to finish telling him who his rescuer would be and find out how he was exactly going to get out of yet another hanging in Port Royal.
His last thoughts before drifting off to sleep were along the lines of 'I 'ope they rem'mber 'Cap'n' tomorrow...'
********************************* A/N: Please please please please please PLEASE review or else I don't know if I should keep on writing bc if no one likes it then whats the point right? Please let me know what you think!