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And now...the next chapter...
DUN DUN DUN...
Governor Swann
"Governor, assume the boats?" asked the Commodore.
He looked after the ship, a small speck in the distance by now. He shook his head, "Nay, we will wait until we have a sighting of them—it would be a cat-and-mouse chase that we would lose. That must be the swiftest boat I have ever seen…"
"But—but sir, it's only captained by a boy!!"
"Do you not have good vision?"
"I-I do, sir."
"And can you see that ship?"
"Barely, sir."
"And how long ago was it right in front of our faces?"
"Not long ago, sir."
"And if our ship had cast off when his had, where would our ship be?"
The Commodore gulped. "A hundred yards away…?" he whispered.
Governor Swann stared at him hard. The Commodore stood up straight and saluted, then step-turned away to his men. The Governor nodded once, sharply, and turned to find his son-in-law right in front of him, face glowering.
"When are you going after her," he demanded, seething.
"Will, we will have our swiftest boats out there on their tail once we know where we're going."
"But she—"
"I'm just as worried about her as you are!"
"No. She's your granddaughter, but my daughter."
"I realize that, Will."
"I'm going after her."
"AH, the hero reappears!" he said mockingly, walking around Will, who followed him.
"I must save her! Who knows what they're doing to her! She's probably traumatized!"
Marie Turner
"So where are we going, then?" I asked, emotions mixed. I was never allowed to sail out to sea, despite my love for the ocean. However, this boy had kissed me…well, it had been quite nice…
"That is none of your business," he said, turning to me. He had a small ponytail that swung behind him slightly.
"How can you say that? I've been kidnapped!" I said, voice rising.
He rolled his eyes. "I thought we established that you came aboard, I just gave you a hand. Next time don't take it. Now come on, I'll show you where you can stay." He extended a hand.
I placed my hands on my hips, frowning at him.
He frowned too, mirroring my expression, and then the penny dropped. "Ahh, I see. All right then, see if you can follow me. Be sure to keep up, though…and watch out for the mop," and he was off.
I followed behind him easily as he weaved in between crew members and various ship equipment. Having never been on a ship, I had no idea what everything was, except that…wasn't starboard the right side, and…oh, what was the left?
He kept walking but turned his face to me, which was smiling tauntingly. "Be sure to keep up…"
And then everything went wrong.
I stepped forward…on a loose plank. I went flying onto the deck.
"Watch out, miss…" I heard, and then a bucket of water was thrown right in front of my face, splattering me all over. A mop slapped at the water, throwing more.
The mopper, who was a midget and bald, offered me no hand, indeed, nothing at all except for a grin and a, "Whoops, sorry about that, miss."
Glowering, I pushed myself up, and barely managed to see Will disappear beneath the ship. I rushed over there and went down the stairs quickly.
There, I was split. The dark hallway, illuminated only by a few lanterns, continued straight, but it also branched off to the right. I took the right, and was suddenly met with a kiss. "Little wet, there, are we?" he murmured, laughing.
Anger welled up inside of me, and before I knew it Will was stumbling backward, a hand on his cheek.
"Shit!" he exclaimed. "What the hell was that for?"
I blushed, but it was hidden beneath my red cheeks, red from the anger. "Don't kiss me again," I hissed, "unless I…well…just…don't kiss me! Ever! Ever again!"
A small smile crept up onto his face. Ugh, I wanted to slap that smile so badly!
"All right. But I trust that you know how to walk from now on?"
"Yes," I murmured under my breath, "quickly."
Governor Swann
"Will…what's going on?" Scanning the docks, she clutched him and demanded, "Where's Marie?!"
"Um…ah, dear, I think that's a question better answered by your father." He smiled, trying to soothe her.
Elizabeth ran up to her father, holding her skirts up. "Where's Marie?!"
He turned to her. "Ah, actually, I think that Will could answer that question better than I—"
"He sent me over here! Now tell me—where is she."
"He did, did he now?" Governor Swann turned from his daughter.
"Tell me or I—I'll push someone over the levy!" she whispered sharply.
"Look, everything is under control, all right?" he said, trying to soothe her…but still not looking at her.
It didn't work. "Tell me or I go over," she hissed.
"She's being held hostage on a certain Jack Sparrow's son." He turned to see her reaction.
Her face was blank and controlled. "What?"
"She is being held on board by a 'Will Sparrow'."
"Is this a joke?" Elizabeth asked, not wanting to believe it.
"No."
"So…you're telling me that Jack has a son?" she demanded.
"Yes, it would…appear so…"
"So this boy pirate, whom you've known of for two years now, ever since he burned down His Royal Highness, well...for two years, you haven't known that this pirate is Jack Sparrow's son?" she gasped.
"Yes, dear. Now, I'm very busy. Go persuade your husband against saving her, it's foolish and irrational."
Elizabeth, lifting her skirts once more (while rolling her eyes), ran back to Will. "I'm going with you."
He stared at her. "Elizabeth—"
"No," she cut off, glaring at him, "I'm going with you. She's my daughter too."
"But we don't know where Jack is!" Will protested, placing his hands on her shoulders.
"You found him before, when you had to get his compass. You can find him again! Didn't he give it to you?" she insisted.
"Last time we were both nearly killed, Jack and I, by those natives when I went looking for him. I'm not placing your life in danger, for the millionth time. Besides, your father…"
"Would never approve, yes, I know. Since when has that bothered me?"
Will grinned slowly, then kissed her. "All right. I'll see what I can do about finding a crew."
Elizabeth smiled too. "Which boat shall we…er…borrow?" she whispered.
Will laughed—he couldn't help it. "I think I can find something…"
Marie Turner
"This is your room," he murmured, hurriedly scurrying around the room, picking up odds and ends and gathering clothes strewn about in his arms.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "Obviously someone else stays here. I can't kick them out!" I had forgotten I was in the company of pirates—my lessons and morals had been implanted in my brain, and even this young rogue wasn't enough to kick them out of my head.
"No one's here, no one of importance," he muttered. "Just…feel free to use this room like it's your own. It will be from now on."
I stared at him, suspicious of something. "Is this YOUR room?" I asked softly.
"No, no, no. It's—it's no one's," he said louder, not meeting my eyes. "I'll bring clothes—PROPER clothes, that is—that you can change into."
I smirked. "I'm perfectly fine in this dress."
He grinned, the malicious glint back in his eyes. "You couldn't even run to the docks. It's clothes like mine, or nothing. I happen to have no dress back in my room…"
I stared at him in shock, my mouth open. I advanced upon him and kicked him in the shins, feeling satisfied at the loud crack that I heard.
"Shit!" he yelled. "You've gone and broken my leg! What the Kraken's crap was that for??" he moaned.
I glared down at him, a small prick of remorse striking my conscience. "That was for that nasty pick-up line you just used."
He squinted up at me. "You're violent. You're going to be more trouble than I thought you would be. Wait—what's your name?"
I rolled my eyes. "Didn't I tell you? Oh, never the mind, it's Marie. Marie Turner."
His eyes widened at the last name. "Marie…Turner? Was your father's name…"
I met his gaze as I helped him up and we sat on the cot that hung from the roof of the small room—though I had no doubt that the crew had no rooms at all. "Will," I finished.
Something magical hung in the air, just waiting to be discovered…
A/N: I know you hate me for leaving y'all with a (kinda) cliffie, but my chapters and updates have been much slower than usual. 8th grade is NOT easy…lol.
Also, if you HP readers have been wondering why I haven't deleted Love and Chance yet since it sucks so much, it is because I am going to re-write it. Probably this summer, when I'll have time. Same plot, pretty much, just a few more added chapters, or perhaps I'll add more chapters (like a prologue and stuff) but make all of the chapters longer, so it's only fifteen or so—24 chapters, or whatever it is right now, is way too long. :P Not really, but whatever.
Thanks for reading!
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