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"'Ello there lad, why so sad," she asked the young man. "The name's Scarlet O'Hara. I think there may be more in there, but it's just too many to remember. So I just stick with O'Hara. Anyway, what's a handsome young sailor, such as your self, doing in Tortuga all by your oncy savy?" The young man nodded absently. He seem too depressed about something and obviously wasn't going to start pouring out his heart in the middle of this crowded tavern.
"What did you say your name was? Scarlet right?" The man had suddenly come to his senses. Whatever was in that jack of his seemed to only slow him, not put him out for the count entirely.
"Aye, that's what they be callin' me. Why you be askin' lad?"
A dark look crossed the young man's face. "Do you know Captain Jack Sparrow?"
"Aye, of course. Every girl in these parts knows Cap'n Jack. Rather well, I might add." Just then the door flew open with a great crash. "Speak of the devil. Bar-keep, a bottle of your finest Rum for the Good Cap'n Jack."
"Now lass, best be careful with that word now. If someone heard you say that they'll think I've gone soft." This was followed by a few choice pokes and some shrill giggles. "Now where be that Rum you promised, Scarlet?"
"Right over here Captain. But there's some one here to see you first." She stepped aside so Jack could see Will sitting at the bar. "What's wrong Jack, it looks like you've just seen a bloody ghost." Jack nodded absently.
"William Turner is that you? I thought you'd headed for the gallows after that wee stunt we pulled in Port Royal a while back." said Jack, a bit confused. He opened his mouth to say more, but was suddenly cut off. The young man had leapt to his feet and slammed the pirate against the wall. The entire tavern was stunned into silence.
"What have you done with Elizabeth?!" the sailor shouted.
"I've done nothing with her, Will. Now if you'll let me down…" With this, he gave a well aimed shove and Will slid to the floor. "We can set to business. Now Scarlet, be a good lass, fetch some more rum and another cup for Master Turner here!" Jack reached down to help Will up, but was pushed aside by said disgruntled man.
"Jack," started Will. The pirate gave him a hard look that said very plainly 'not now.' Slowly the noise level of the tavern returned to the level it was before Jack's arrival. Jack lead Will and Scarlet to a secluded table in the near the back door of the tavern that was just cleared out for them.
"Now," said Jack, sitting down. "Now we can talk. If I have heard you right, you're saying that I've stolen you're Elizabeth away for me own nasty little pleasures."
"Are you saying you didn't have anything to with this?"
"That's what I'm sayin'. Tell me why I would steal her when I have dozens of younger, prettier things throwing themselves at me." As if cued by those words, young girl wearing a dress that she was practically bursting out of appeared out of nowhere. "See," said Jack rather smugly.
"I saw one of your crewmen board my ship and then slip off proding Elizabeth with a pistol back toward the Pearl two nights ago," said Will with obvious effort to keep his temper under control.
"I wasn't even in port two nights ago Will. What be the name of that ship of yours?"
"The Swann. I had it built meself. The living quarters are a little larger than on an average ship. I couldn't keep Elizabeth in a six by eight foot cell. I couldn't do that to our son, either."
Elizabeth sat on the bed, eyes bloodshot from crying. There was a polite knock at the door. This was not the first time she had been taken from the ones she loved. Three years ago, as you know, Elizabeth was taken from her home of Port Royal. Elizabeth didn't answer the knock at the door. A man burst in any way. "I see you've finally stopped your blubbering," he said. "Good the master was getting worried. Well, I've got a new gown for you to wear. The Master doesn't like to see ladies in trousers." Elizabeth didn't move. "Come on now, you want to look nice for your host now don't you," trying to play on her up bringing. It didn't work though. Elizabeth did get up and off the bed, but she picked up the dress and threw it out the window.
"Come now, that isn't the proper thing to do now is it?" said a man at the door.
"Master, I tried, she wouldn't move," sniveled the servant.
"That is quite enough," said the Master. "Go down to the seamstress's shop and bring her back here. Miss. Elizabeth obviously doesn't like my gift." The man stepped into the light. Elizabeth gasped
"Commodore Norrington!" she said.
"Yes Elizabeth, but I am no longer Commodore. Some of the methods I used for the capture of Jack Sparrow were not as proper as the Royal Navy wanted."
"Why did you bring me here?"
"Simple, your William will come to get you and Jack will inevitably follow. I must catch him." The former Naval officer had a deranged look in his eyes. Something wasn't right and Elizabeth knew it wasn't going to be good for her, or Will. Sooner than expected, the servant returned with the seamstress and the two men left. Norrington and his weasel like footman left the woman folk to their fabric.
"What's wrong miss?" asked the seamstress as she slipped a white dressing gown over Miss Swann's head.
"They're going to use me as bait for my husband and his friend. I can't do a gull darned thing about it." Elizabeth stomped her foot. It was a helpless gesture, but at the moment, it truly did make her feel better.
"Do hold still miss, I'd hate to prick you. And you're not helpless, miss. I can look for your men folk and warn them about the Master's plan."
"You would do that for me. We don't even know each other." Even the dimmest of people could hear the note of pleading in her voice.
"Well, I won't do this for free."
"Name your price," Elizabeth eagerly replied. Fresh tears filled her eyes.
"You and I are going to get along just fine… Please hold still, I hate working on a moving target." Elizabeth, unfortunately, did not see the unstable expression that crossed the seamstress' face.