Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise. This story is however mine.
A/N: I hope you will enjoy this story, and I would love to hear in a review of PM about your opinion. I have already written the whole story, so I will just edit the chapters and upload them. It will be around 11-13.000 words approximately. A little novella.
Summery: Many years after On Stranger Tides, Jack Teague is about to marry when he finds out he cannot - because there is already an unknown Spanish Mrs Teague. She is herself on the run and Jack needs to hunt her down with the divorce papers.
The Orient Express
CHAPTER I
London
A great mansion was what it was. Situated in the heart of a smaller village outside London. Only barons, dukes, counts and wealthy family names as neighbors. And there among all perfectly cut bushes, even more perfectly cut hedges surrounded the flat grass garden. A servant stood with his grand scissor on a ladder that leaned against the hedge to adjust it. A sensation of harmony and peace lay over the location.
The chateau belonged to The Edisons. Lord John Edison, his wife and his daughter.
And now, or soon, even to Jack.
The captain, or as people referred to him nowadays, the sir, had once been infamous on the seas. He hade executed excellent deals with merchants and eventually ended up there, as a rich sir. Sir Jack Teague. Even if he still was used to correct people to the form 'Captain'.
The dreadlocks were gone. Instead his long hair was combed in a ponytail. Five years ago he would have loathed his daily look, but for the moment, it fitted his lifestyle well.
The outdoor furniture he was sitting in, a white chair with pillows matched the other chairs surrounding the garden table. His arm leaned over the armrest with the heavy crystal glass in the hand. Every now and then he sipped on the rum and gazed towards white tiny dogs playing further away.
"What a peaceful place."
It was Joshamee Gibbs, his former loyal first mate. Now only loyal sidekick. A much chubbier version, a few years older, and shorter.
"Aye," Jack agreed.
"Ye will inherit it all."
Jack tried to swallow the chuckle. "As soon as I marry Rachel."
Gibbs nodded. "Fortunate man ye be."
That could not Jack denial. "And then her ill father must give up the bloody fighting."
He was about to bring up the glass of rum and continue drinking when he noticed the shape of a well familiar man approaching him. The slightly elder man wore a troubled face and seemed to appear deeply concerned.
He sighed upon standing in front of the two men.
"Sir Teague, as the Edisons' lawyer, I would need a word or two with you."
Jack and Gibbs looked surprised at thim.
The lawyer sat down promptly in the coach and threw a journal of papers on the table. He leaned forward and clasped his hands.
"You do realize that it is impossible to marry Lady Rachel Edison, before divorcing your wife."
Gibbs choked on his rum and Jack shot the lawyer a glare as if he was an idiot.
"Are ye saying I be married?"
The lawyer nodded. "The papers of the government says so."
Jack shook his head and waved his hand at the papers as if it was rubbish. "I am certain Mr Lawyer that I would know if I had a damsel running 'round in this world with me name."
Jack grabbed a tighter hold of the glass and drank from it. The lawyer shrugged and leaned backwards as if the errand was executed already. He opened the file and examined it.
"Then in this major misunderstanding, there will be no problem making Mrs Angelica Teague sign these papers." The lawyer had spoken sincerely as if he was talking to himself, but those words caused Jack to spit out his rum and Gibbs almost fell off his seat.
"Angelica?!" the two men exclaimed in union.
Jack's jaw clenched. "That wench seem to never leave me life alone!"
The lawyer did not take a note of their reaction. Instead he was troubled over what he found next in the journal. "Sir Jack, there is something else here that troubles me. It seems-."
"I do not want to hear about it!" Jack cut off and stood up. He gestured for Gibbs to join him. The poor man looked as if he had seen a ghost.
Jack then spun around back to the lawyer.
"Where is she?" he demanded to know.
The lawyer browsed in the journal before pointing at some letter. "Amsterdam."
"Amsterdam," Jack muttered highly irritated.
"And you are the owner of the property it appears," the lawyer added.
When Gibbs noticed Jack's red face, he patted his back. "Calm ye nerves, Jack." Then after a moment, he frowned. "How is it possible though?"
Jack thought about for a longer moment before he groaned out load. "Bloody Spanish fiestas and their tequila."
The lawyer cleared his throat. "It is easy to track her Sir. She seems to appear on tea parties and the elite high society. Spends lots of money."
"Oh, I bet," Jack spoke between gritted teeth and cursed at never checking with the bankers about what bills he signed on when they got checks.
"It appears as if she is taking The Orient Express from Amsterdam through Paris to Vienna this Saturday."
Jack stood still for a moment.
The lawyer nodded once to Jack. "Be there."
Amsterdam
It was the heavy knocking on the front door of the townhouse that caused Angelica to wake up with a jolt and fall down to the floor. She sat up and hurried out to the entrance room to watch from the indoor balcony how her maid moved downstairs towards the front door. Two grand stairs led down along the walls and a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling.
The maid opened the door and Angelica could glimpse the familiar man she had avoided for so long.
"Is Mrs Angelica Teague home this particular time?" the angry man wondered a bit sarcastic.
The maid shook her head. "Unfortunately no. Not this day."
The man examined the maid carefully. "I know she is in there. You may tell her Captain Lucifer wants his 500 000£ back and next time this door knocks I will have his men with me and stomp in here - and I shall bring her to Lucifer."
The maid nodded. "Yes, I shall do that Mr Emory."
Emory backed a few steps down the little stair down to the street. "You may warn her for preparation." The two nodded as he departed.
The maid swallowed and carefully closed the door. She turned around to look upwards to the inner balcony which fence Angelica was leaning on.
"Lady Angelica, he-."
"I heard," Angelica interrupted. She seemed troublesome and deep in thought. Then her face softened for a brief moment. "Thank you Maria." She turned her head towards the hallway beside her. "ARIE!"
Angelica stomped towards the teen's room. "Arie! Get up!"
A long haired brunette with her face buried in a pillow, groaned upon hearing Angelica's heavy and determined steps.
Angelica had already opened Arie's closet and let out a whimper as she fought out a suitcase. It fell to the floor with a thud, and first then, Arie's eyes popped open. She groaned again and sat up.
"Mother. What in the world are you doing?"
Angelica gave her a serious look. "The train I reserved..."
"The one you said we did not need to take. You told me we could possibly stay here."
Angelica let out an almost nervous laughter. "Well. Now we do. Emory was here."
Arie's bored face turned serious. "Oh..."
Angelica nodded. "Yes. We have to take it this time. Finish putting your favorite clothing in there. We will not be able to return."
Arie jumped out of bed and Angelica hurried across the hallway to finish her own suitcase.
A/N: A little start with this story. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. I would be happy to hear your opinion, good as bad! :D