Chapter 3

Hey guys

Again I know this chapter is a little rushed, but I wanted to hurry up and get on with the main story line instead of writing my own material.

Anyway, on with the story!

~Kirsten~

'Will!' I shout, rushing forward and flinging my arms around his shoulders. He laughs and swings me around in his arms. He sets me down on the floor right as the others walk through the front door of the governor's mansion.

'Sorry, but I can't stay, you know, since there's a wedding to prepare for and all,' Will says, he gave me a peck on the cheek and rushed out the door.

I'm marched into Elizabeth's bedroom which is full of maids; Elizabeth is in the corner offers me congratulations. I thank her as the wedding dress form the movie is brought out. I smile; nod and they help me step into it, it has to be adjusted slightly to accommodate for the baby bump.

Looking at myself in the mirror my smile grows, I'm actually marrying Will. I giggle and turn towards the door. Jen, Becca and Vic walk in wearing matching gowns, the bride's maids and the maid of honor.

'You ready?' Vic asks, standing in the doorway.

'As ready as I'll ever be,' I whisper, we walk out the door and to the courtyard.

Becca and Jen walk down the red-carpeted isle, then Vic then me. We get to the end and Will grabs hold of both my hands, I can't wipe the huge smile off my face.

Whilst saying our vows I notice the day darkening as large clouds roll over the sky.

'You man now kiss your bride,'

With that I am pulled into a chaste kiss, we may be getting married but we still aren't big on public displays of affection. Soon after rain starts falling and guards march into the area. They clasp shackles around Will's wrists and drag us under the shade. Vic, Becca, Jen and Tahli are shoved next to me.

'Make way, let me through!' The governor shouts, pushing past the massive crowd, two spears are thrown across his chest before he could make his way to us. Elizabeth is next to him, looking just as confused as her father.

'Governor Weatherby Swann, it's been too long,' one of the men says stepping forward.

'Cutler Beckett?' Mr Swann asks, confused.

'It's Lord now actually.'

The spears are uncrossed and Governor Swann walks forward towards Beckett.

'Lord or not, you have no reason or authority to arrest this man!' he argues, gesturing towards my, husband.

'In fact I do. Mr Mercer!' The man replies. One of the many surrounding men steps forward, holding a wooden box. A scroll of paper is taken out and given to the Governor, 'The warrant for the arrest of one William Turner,' the man explains.

He looks at it, and then does a double take, 'This warrant is for Kirsten Harrison!'

'Oh is it? How annoying, my mistake, arrest her,' he replies, taking the scroll back.

'On what charges?' I shout as arms grab me from both sides, as all my friends shout no in protest.

'Aha, here's the one for William Turner, and I have another one for Mr. James Norrington, is he present?' Beckett, says ignoring the questions.

'What are the charges?' I persist.

'Commodore Norrington resigned his commission some months ago,' the Governor replied.

'I don't believe that was the answer to the question I asked,' Beckett replied.

'Lord Beckett, in the category of the questions not answered-' Will begins, but Elizabeth cut him off.

'These people are under the jurisdiction of the of the King's governor of Port Royal and you will tell us what they are charged with!' She stepped forward, shoving the men out of the way, like they were nothing but fickle leaves being blown away by a gale force wind.

'The charge…is conspiring to set free a man convicted of crimes against the Crown and Empire and condemned to death for the which the…' The Governor breaks off, staring at the paper in horror.

'For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death, perhaps you remember a pirate named Jack Sparrow?' Beckett says, stepping up to Will.

'Captain!' Vic and I shout. Vic is currently standing in front of me.

'Captain Jack Sparrow,' Will says softer.

'Captain Jack Sparrow, yes, I thought you might,' Beckett replies, turning towards me and the girls he points to Vic, 'Oh and there's a warrant for this one as well.'

~Gibbs~

'50 men on a dead man's chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum, drink and the devil had done for the rest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum,' I sing, and then take a swig from the bottle in my hand.

Leaning against the side of the ship I once again look out to the horizon. Unlike the last fifty times I've done this I can see the silhouette of the Captain rowing towards us.

'Not according to plan?' I ask, as I help him up on deck.

'Complications arose, ensued, were overcome,' he replies, swaying slightly on the spot. He walks over to the helm and takes his position at the wheel.

'You got what you went in for then?' I follow him, handing the skeleton leg I was given over to Cotton.

'Muhuh,' he mumbles, taking out a sheet of parchment from his coat. He waves it around; the crew starts to look disgruntled.

'Captain, I think the crew – meaning me as well – were expecting something a bit more…shiny, what with the Isla de Muerta going all pear shapes, reclaimed by the sea and the treasure in it,' I say.

'And the Royal Navy chasing us all around the Atlantic,' Luke, the boisterous twin says, leaning on the shoulder of his sister, Layla.

'And the hurricane!' Marty adds, everyone mumbles and nods in agreement.

'All in all, it seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating,' I finish.

'Shiny?' Jack asks.

'Aye, shiny,' I agree.

'Is that how you're all feeling then? Perhaps ol' Jack is not serving your best interests as Captain?' he says, displeasure evident on his face.

'Awk, walk the plank!' Skittles the parrot squawks, Cotton grabs his beak before he can say anything else.

Jack cocks his pistol and points it at the parrot 'What did the bird say?' he shouts, silently daring anyone to repeat its words.

'Don't blame the bird, show us, what is on that piece of cloth there,' Luke responds for the rest of us.

Everyone turns to look pointedly at the roll of cloth in the Captain's hands. Suddenly Jack the monkey swings down and steals the roll from the captain, Jack shoots the monkey and takes back the stolen cloth.

'You know that don't do no good,' I say, standing next to the Captain.

'It does me,' he replies unrolling the small scroll.

'It's a key,' Marty says.

'No, muck better, it is a drawing of a key,' he shows it around. At the disgruntled look on everyone's faces he continues, 'Gentlemen, what do keys do?'

'Keys…unlock things?' Layla answers, unsure.

'And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable, so, we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks!' I say, trying to put two and two together.

'No, we don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks, so, what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key that unlocks it?' he instantly replies.

'So, we're going after this key!' I say trying desperately to decode the Captain's cryptic message.

'You're not making and sense at all, anymore questions?'

'So…do we have a heading?' Marty asks.

'Ah, a heading, set sail in a…' we watch as he stand with his compass, his finger following the point's swiveling, 'General…' finally he gives up, 'That way direction,' he says, pointing to his left.

'Captain?' I question.

'Come on, snap to and make sail, you know how this works,' he then shoos pirates out of his way as he heads towards his cabin.

I'm left standing with the twins and Marty.

'I've noticed lately, the Captain seems to be acting a bit stranger…er,' the dwarf comments.

'Setting sail without knowing his own heading, something's got Jack vexed, you mark my words, what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow, bodes ill for all of us,' I agreed, leaning against the rail. The others nod and go about their business; once again I look out towards the horizon, sigh, then make like the others and take my place behind the helm.

Well there it is, chapter 3. I hope you liked it, if you did then please leave a review, constructive criticism is welcome, but please no flames.

Anyway, bye bye for now!