Chapter 2

In Jail: Part 2

When I was finally thrown into a cell, it was the same one as Elizabeth in her wedding dress, beside William's. They held each other's hands through the bars and whispered consolation to each other as I sat in the corner and wrapped a piece of cloth loosely around my wound. "My God, Jacklin, what did they do to you?" Elizabeth whispered, unwrapping the cloth and staring sadly at the burn.

"It's nothing, spend what time you have left with him." Elizabeth slithered back to Will before everyone jumped at the sound of the doors opening and two guards jogging down the steps. I watched them darkly as they unlocked William's cell and dragged him away, he and Elizabeth watching each other and saying their goodbyes with their eyes.

"I can't believe this is happening." She whimpers, holding her hands up, about to cry when she realises her hands are dirty then decides just to cry without covering her face. And this is why I prefer to never be around emotional people.

"Uh… If it's any consultation, I can get us out of this mess so long as Beckett is willing to bargain – I know for a fact that Will is up there bargaining for your freedom now." She looked up at me with a face red from sorrow and eyes swollen.

"I just wanted to marry him…" She said before breaking into tears again. Nobles… I thought rolling my eyes then taking her dirty hands, tensing when I squeezed her fingers, straining the tender skin around my wound.

"Elizabeth, on my life I swear to you that I will get you out of this." I said before she tackled me in a hug, and cried softly against my shoulder. I held my arm wide awkwardly then pat her back to seem like this wasn't my first hug.

An hour, or so, later, William returned with Governor Swann. "You're not… You can't be here!" The guard said loudly walking to grab William before the Governor vouched for Will.

"I think you'll find he can."

"Mr. Swann." The guard demanded, bashing the bottom of his spear on the stone.

"Governor Swann, still. Do you think I wear this wig to keep my head warm?" The Governor retorted then looked to the couple when Elizabeth loudly questioned William.

"Jack's compass? What does Beckett want with that?" At the notion, I actually moved from my corner, to where Elizabeth and William were at the bars, not too close since they were being intimate.

"Doesn't matter. I'm to find Jack and convince him to return to Port Royal and in exchange the charges against us will be dropped." Will explained in a more hushed tone.

'No, we must find our own avenue to secure your freedom." The Governor said, leaning forward to keep it as a conversation between them.

"Is that a lack of faith in Jack... or in me?" Will asked, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"You would risk your life to save Sparrow's does not mean that he would do the same for anyone else. Now, where's that dog with the keys?" And the Governor walked off.

"I have faith in you. Both of you. Where will you find him?" Elizabeth whispered, leaning closer to him.

"Tortuga. I'll start there and I won't stop searching 'till I find him. And then I intend to return here to marry you." Will promises in return.

"Properly?" Elizabeth chuckles. I roll my eyes and back off to the wall, leaning my head against the cold stone and trying to ignore the stinging pain in my arm.

Prisoners that were asleep earlier were now wide awake and aware of two women in the cell. The cells on either side were teaming with whistling and coaxing men, all of them begging Elizabeth over since she was a beautiful woman and I was more of a last resort. There was a sudden noise and we both stared up when the bars were opened and Governor Swann stepped in the doorway. "Come quickly, both of you." He said, Elizabeth and I jumping to our feet and walking after him quickly.

"You've got to tell me what's happening." Elizabeth demanded, keeping pace with her father while I walked quickly behind still listening to the conversation but a little more focused on the pain in my arm as it rose.

"I may still have some standing in the keep. I've arranged passage to England. The Captain is a friend of mine." He explained, Elizabeth stopping abruptly and me running into her.

"No! Will's gone to find Jack!" She says, outraged before the Governor grabs one arm and I grab the other, dragging her forward.

"We cannot count on William Turner. Come!" He says.

"He's a better man than you give him credit for." She replied through grit teeth.

"He really is." I interrupt trying to ease the tension so Elizabeth won't make a brash decision and go back to the jail. Outside awaited a black carriage to be pulled by four horses.

"Of course, this is no time for innocence. Beckett has offered one pardon only. One! And that is promised to Jack Sparrow. Even if Will succeeds... you're not asking me to endure the sight of my daughter walking to the gallows. Do not." He says, placing Elizabeth in the carriage and stepping aside to let me climb in after her. "Perhaps, I can ensure a fair trial for Will, if he returns." He adds, Elizabeth cutting in before he can close the door.

"A fair trial for Will ends in a hanging." She growled before he suddenly handed me a long dagger.

"Then there is nothing left for you here." He added, closing the door and taking the carriage reins.

"There is no way someone as smart as Beckett and Mercer wouldn't notice this." I said, cutting open the top of the carriage before we hit a bump and I smacked my burned arm against the wall of the carriage. Bloody nobles that can't drive! I thought bitterly before ignoring the pain and helping Elizabeth out of the carriage, then following her, tumbling into a perfectly placed hay stack in a cart. "Come on, I'm sorry Elizabeth but we've got to get out of here and our attire won't help." I said, leading her down an alley then into the blacksmith's, the blacksmith out like a dead man.

"No, we have to get the warrants first." She said grabbing my arm a little tightly.

"Okay sweetheart, you get the warrants and I'll get us some gear and a way out." I decided, grabbing a sword and walking towards the pub while she left back for the building near the docks where Beckett was.

I broke into a house and stole a clothing for common men then a gun from the gunsmith before I made my way back along the road, diverting towards the building beside the docks, dressed as a pauper boy. I crept up the steps where Elizabeth held a gun to Beckett's throat.

"Consider it in your calculations that you robbed me of my wedding night." She snaps, smacking the warrants against his chest.

"So I did." He admits then glances behind Elizabeth at me. "And apparently, I've robbed her of her freedom too." He says unfolding the papers, signing them, then holding a red wax stick in the flame of the lantern. "A marriage interrupted. Or fate intervenes." He considered aloud, stamping the wax from his ring onto the paper. "You're making great efforts to ensure Jack Sparrow's freedom." He adds finally, handing her the papers.

"These are not going to Jack." She replies bitterly, about to turn away when he keeps hold of the papers and shakes her attention back to him. I cock my pistol and hold it at his throat.

"Oh, really. To insure Mr. Turner's freedom? I'll still want that compass. Consider that in your calculations." He says, releasing the papers. Elizabeth backs off first and I smile at him pleasantly, then lift my sleeve.

"You burnt my arm." I say kicking him between the legs, grabbing the wax stick and burning it in the lantern as he sits up on his knees and I aim the gun at him. As I hear the fire in the lantern his from a drop of wax hitting it, I step closer to him and grab him by the scruff of his white hair then trace my surname onto his forehead. His eyes water but he doesn't make a sound.