The Malagasy Expedition
A/N: I hope you're enjoying reading this as much as I am enjoying writing it. Thank you all for the reviews on both this story, The American Affair and everything else I've written.
Chapter Three: Plotting
"Poor James, he really does need a wife," Elizabeth said, returning to the sitting room.
"After that whole conversation that's all you have to say?" Jack said, annoyed.
"Well he probably wouldn't be as obsessed with catching pirates if he had a family to worry about, don't you think?"
"I don't know Elizabeth I think after all we've put him through catching pirates, namely me, is still high on his list of things he'd like to accomplish."
"Well I think we should just steer clear of him Jack," Cordelia said. "I doubt his intentions for you are good."
"Or better we could find out what he's up to," Jack said, a mischievous gleam in his eye.
"Don't look at me like that Jack. What are you thinking of?" Cordelia asked.
"I'm thinking of putting your fine skill as an actress to use."
"Jack that only worked on you because you were drunk."
"What only worked on Jack because he was drunk?" Elizabeth asked, interested.
Will smirked. "It was quite funny actually. Jack's quite hopeless combined with rum and women."
"I could have told you that," Elizabeth said.
Jack gave her a look. "Let's not go there now luv. We need to figure out how Cordelia's going to coax information out of our dear Commodore, him being an upright gentleman and not prone to drink and whores."
"Elizabeth, how would you kn—," Will began but was cut off by Jack.
"Please William; I need all the help I can get. We don't have time for rum burning stories. If I'm not mistaken it was you who came up the idea last time."
"Jack I'm not getting Norrington drunk."
"No one's asking you to luv. Now, you said you wanted to see Port Royal right?"
"Yes."
"Do you have any interest in Fort Charles?"
"What are you thinking of?"
"Nothing yet."
"I know it's pushing it," Elizabeth said "and it'd be kind of cruel but you could offer to marry him if he told you what he was up to."
Jack and Will burst out laughing and Cordelia looked mortified.
"You wouldn't actually marry him of course."
"Elizabeth where do you come up with these ideas?" Jack asked, still laughing.
"It worked last time didn't it?"
"Last time was very different luv. You've known him since you were twelve, she's known him all of an hour."
"Have you a better idea then?" Elizabeth asked.
"Of course not. But I don't think he'd fall for it."
"And I don't like the idea of seducing the Commodore," Cordelia said.
"Aye luv, I don't like to think of you doing that either."
Will had been silently thinking the entire time, determined to come up with another brilliant idea.
"Well," he said "you could pretend to be a double agent or something of the like."
"What do you mean Will?" Cordelia asked.
"I noticed the whole time he was here you looked uncomfortable, for obvious reasons, but you could say it was because of Jack. That you were fed up with him and wanted to help the Commodore with whatever he was planning, seeing as you're close to Jack and he'd never expect it. I'm sure if he tells you anything we could use it to our advantage."
"That's pretty good. It'll probably work," Elizabeth said.
"And if it doesn't we can always get him drunk. Spike his tea or something," Jack said. "What do you think luv?"
"Sounds like fun, let's get started."
