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I am not going to say where in the timeline this fits in if it does at all. I will leave that up to your own imaginations.
I also apologize in advance if you feel I don't have Jack or Will, or James' speaking patterns or characters down exactly right. This is the first fiction I have written with them in it. Hopefully they won't grate on your nerves too bad as you read.
The Break In
Chapter 1
The night sky over Port Royal is filled with stars, and a not quite full moon.
Voices come from a hedgerow a short distance from a fairly nice two-story house not far from the harbor.
"I asked you not to do that!" he hissed.
"Do what?" this whispered in a confused tone.
"Make that noise!" hissed out a little louder.
"I'm not making any noise. What noise?" In a little louder confused tone.
"That noise! That noise you are making!" hissed out louder than before.
"What noise? What noise? I'm not making any noise!" Still confused but starting to get angry.
"That bloody noisy noise you are making. Stop it!" in a loud starting to get angry also hiss.
"I can't stop it if I don't even know what noise I am suppose to be making! And noisy noise is no explanation! What bloody noisy noise am I suppose to be making?" A little too loud for the situation.
"Now not only are you making that noise, you are making too much noise talking! Do you want to get us caught? Is that it? Now shut it. Please? Will you please shut it?" Also too loudly for the situation.
"You are talking just as loud as I am. Do you want to get us caught? It wasn't my idea to do this in the first place. I don't know why I let you drag me into this! And now I have to listen to you go on about some noise I don't even know I'm making! What noise am I suppose to be making? And for that matter just explain to me again why are we doing this?" spoken in a tone that anyone within 50 feet would be able to hear.
"Well Boy, just keep that noise up and you can hear that explanation again when I'm giving it to the proper authorities as we're sitting in the local jail cell! Contemplating how much easier this would have gone if you would have just SHUT IT! Now please will you just shut it? The noise and your mouth. Please!" In a voice anyone who had not happened to hear before would surely be able to hear now.
"I………" he began, but didn't finish as the older man pointed at a window on the second story of the house. The older man leaned over and whisper in his ear "The light just went out!" and he could see the shine of silver as the man began to smile.
They sat there in the bushes, giving the occupant of the afore mentioned house time to drift off to sleep.
Will used this time to sit and think about how he had gotten into this situation in the first place. Jack had arrived early that morning, showing up in Will's room above the blacksmiths shop.
Now even though Will knew better, but still groggy from being awoken from a sound sleep, he had allowed silver-tongued Jack to talk him into visiting the Pearl, which had been well hidden in one of the numerous coves that dotted the landscape around Port Royal. Said visit was on the pretense of working on some swords and other piratey things Jack had insisted that only Will, being the fine blacksmith that he was, could do justice to.
And as if that wasn't bad enough, once they had reached The Pearl, he had let silver-tongued Jack talk him into taking a drink of rum. "Just one," Jack had said with a foppish flourish of his hands, "for old time sake and all you know." Even though Will was not a drinker other than an occasional glass of wine or mug of ale, Jack had been very persuasive, and Will had finally given in. After all, one cup of rum couldn't hurt now could it? It couldn't hurt unless you added several one cup of rums on top of each other! Which is exactly what Will wound up doing. Silver tongued Jack and all, you understand.
They had sat there drinking most of the day, Jack pouring out his plan to Will. The more Will drank the more better the plan sounded to him.
Jack needed the blacksmith's help with his plan, and the more Will imbibed the more he became willing to help. After all (silver-tongued) Jack had made it all sound so simple! And all Will had to do is just stand and watch. Jack would do the rest. Hey, he could stand. He was an excellent stander. He could stand better than anyone he knew. Well maybe not as good as Commodore Norrington. But Commodore Norrington was surely such a good stander because he was used to standing for hours watching parades, and being at "functions that required his attention" and all that. He probably hadn't started out as any better stander than Will was. Will though to himself, "Well I'm sure when I get to be Commodore Norrinton's age I could be every bit as good a stander as he is!" and taking another drink of rum, fell flat on his rear as he tried to stand to go "relieve" himself.
"Not my fault." He drunkenly slurred out as Jack who was almost as drunk as Will tried to help him up and wound up instead sitting on the floor beside him. "This ship is rocking." Will finished.
"Aye, she does that from time to time. I've asked her to stop 'specially when I've had a bit of rum, but she don't listen." Jack slurred back at Will, and letting out a belch. "'scuse me" he said putting a hand to his mouth with a rather drunken flourish.
They had left The Pearl and headed for their destination, the afore mentioned hedgerow, as soon as both could stay on their feet. Not sober mind you, just able to walk without falling. They were still swaying back and forth, unusual for Will, and though not that unusual for Jack, he was swaying more than normal.
Jack smacked Will on the arm then bringing him back to the present. "Time to go." Jack whispered, and they both got to their feet still rather unsteady, and headed for the side of the house. Will was proud of himself that he had only stumbled twice and fallen once on the way. But by the look on Jack's face Will judged Jack was not nearly so proud of him.
They stood along side a window on the side of the house listening for any sign that people were still awake inside. Hearing nothing Jack jimmied the window open and crawled inside. He turned once he was inside and whispered to Will, "Alright boy, start standing and watching," and then was out of sight.
Will tried to straighten his coat down and step away from the house to start watching, but this threw him off balance causing him to lean up against said house. Well he could stand and watch just as well leaning up against the house as he could anywhere else he supposed, so he didn't move from his present position. That is until he started to nod off and slide down into a sitting position on the ground, where he was soon sound asleep and snoring.
He was rudely awakened by someone jerking him up off the ground by his shirtfront, and whispering loudly at him. "Now would be the opportune moment to be away from here Boy! I think I may have accidentally woke him up!" Jack started dragging him back towards The Pearl, at a pace Will found almost impossible to keep up, and would not have been able to if not for the fact that Jack was still firmly attached to the front of his shirt.
Will started to giggle then, picturing the sight they must make, if anyone had been around to see them that is, which was highly unlikely as they were now traveling down a path in the middle of the woods, towards the cove The Pearl was anchored in. The more he thought about it, the more he giggled.
"You finding something humorous in our present situation William?" Jack said, looking back over his shoulder but still maintaining their forward momentum.
Will replied, "No Jack, not a thing humorous here, not a thing, nothing at all…. humorous….here…. at all ." he finished still giggling.
Jack gave him a "and they say I'm daft" look and continued heading them for his Black Pearl.
They went aboard The Black Pearl, and straight to Jack's cabin where Jack immediately poured himself and Will more rum.
William still feeling most of the effects of the previous drinking session, didn't hesitate to down this cup of rum, to which Jack added another and another and so on and so forth until poor Will passed out in the chair he had been sitting in. Jack well into his scuppers himself, by accident or choice passed out on the bunk.
To Be Continued Reviews are much appreciated