Chapter 3
A/N: Sorry for the delay! I had test-outs, got my SAT scores, had a school talent show, and so any other things. Plus, I'm trying to start a bash-Clique story as well, so it's going to be a while until I can update again. Also, whenever I write Jack Sparrow's dialogue, I always add in apostrophes and everything. If I'm using too many, PLEASE tell me! In this chapter, I used a character who is technically in the movies, but not used that much. So, yeah. By the way, I'm a Loyalist when it comes to the Revolutionary War. Just for a side note! Thanks for reading, anyways!
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The wind blew a spray of salty water into Elizabeth's face. Standing next to the railing aboard the Black Pearl, she wondered how Will was faring. She hoped that he was at least safe; life in the army tended to be worse than life outside, in Port Royal or England. But at least no news of any new battles had reached her, so she hoped that he would be fine. Of course, you could never tell what would happen…and what had happened.
Fraser.
That was the general of the "regiment" Will was assigned to. He barely even knew him; Fraser was only mentioned a few times in the camp, and Will had only been recruited recently. But he still knew that it was is duty to fight for his country; therefore, he would follow the orders of the general that he barely knew. His fate depended on that.
There were several good points about this. For one thing, no one expected the colonists would know about the attack, so they expected this battle to be relatively easy. Of course, you could never guess what will happen, and Will hadn't had enough experience to determine what an "easy" battle was.
On the downside, Will's "regiment" was actually more of a "light infantry". If there happened to be any type of counterattack, Fraser's infantry would be forced to retreat; they couldn't hold for that if it came up. It wasn't Will's favorite choice; everything depended on luck. But it would have to do. There wasn't any choice.
" 'e's not comin' jus' because you're starin' in his general d'rection, luv."
Elizabeth spun around, surprised. Jack was leaning on the swaying railing, smirking at her. "What do you care?" she growled.
"Well," the pirate drawled, "I let y' onto my ship, ferr one thing."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Only after I spent about five minutes trying to talk to you."
Jack smirked. "Now, ther's no need t' be getting' angry, is there? Without me, you're gonna be on yer own, luv. An' you don' even know where the whelp is."
Elizabeth gritted her teeth. Ignoring the jab, she grounded out, "And you know where Will is?"
"If I didn', then I wouldn't've said tha' 'n the' firs' place, would I?"
"Where is he, then?"
The pirate frowned, absent mindedly rubbing the "P" branded into his skin. "Well," he started slowly, "If I'm not mistaken, 'e's somewhere 'n Pennsylvania righ' now. There's a large British reg'ment camped there."
Elizabeth's breath caught in her throat. "Really?" she asked, unable to suppress her excitement. "Will's in Pennsylvania?"
Jack smirked at her again. "We aren' in a hurry, luv. Besides, we've other bus'ness to do before." "But we're goin' to your Will," he added quickly, after Elizabeth had fixed him with a steely glare.
With a fierce scowl, she turned tail and headed back to her cabin. "Women," the pirate muttered behind her back. Swerving around, he muttered, "Now where's me rum?"
Will hurried after the rest of the infantry. The dry, rough terrain proved difficult to keep a firm hold on. Dust, scuffed up by the regular's boots, drifted across the land, creating a thin haze about a foot above the ground. It drifted upwards, sometimes catching in the bright red uniforms, sometimes filling their noses and mouths, causing the unlucky soldiers to cough at random intervals.
Looking ahead, he felt slightly relieved to see the terrain continued to stretch out, without any humanoid figures on the horizon. It would unnerve him, to say the least, to see a full colonist "militia" in preparation for the ambush.
Will let his mind wander. He thought back to England, where his house was, where Elizabeth was waiting…
Elizabeth. He hoped that she was safe; he didn't want her going off and doing something irrational. It would be too dangerous out here, in the battlegrounds of the colonies. Knowing Elizabeth, she probably had already done something irrational. That was just Elizabeth. But hopefully, she hadn't landed herself into any more trouble.
"My Lord."
Ammand the Corsair turned around, facing his subject. "What is it?"
"Jack Sparrow has sent to inform you that he will be coming to pay his debt soon."
"Ah, yes." Jack Sparrow. He owed Ammand something, and hadn't paid in quite a while. Sparrow was notorious for not repaying debts. That was the reason Ammand had only given Sparrow a smaller, not quite so valuable trinket. He knew that it was easy enough for Sparrow to secure a wench; he had quite a few too many already. Therefore, the Persian Pirate Lord decided to take advantage of his situation. Sparrow still hadn't paid his debt. Until now.
"Thank you. Tell him," the Pirate Lord stroked one of the many rings on his fingers, "that he will be very welcome when he arrives."
Slowly, drums began to sound in the distance. Alerted, Will glanced around, squinting at the horizon for any hint for the source of the sound. Slowly, over a great distance, a row of soldiers appeared. Then behind it, anther row.
The people carried muskets, rifles, and other assorted weapons. Some rode on horseback; some, like him, walked on foot. Tensing slightly, he gripped his musket tighter. The rows of people continued, almost never-ending to his eyes. One thing clicked in his frozen mind. He would have to fight.
A/N: YAY!!!! Haha. I'm not sure if that counts as a cliffie. YAHOOOO!!!
