Title: Hook, Line and Sinker (Part 4)
Author: Shades of Hades
Date: January 2004
Pairing: Jack/Will, mentions of Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimers: Do not own the characters. ^.^ My own tend to be pretty flat and emotionless! Lol!
Warnings: erm… slash? But then again… this is the fourth chapter. I think you should know that by now. Also a tiny bit of angst.
Thanks Be To: My MUSE (who refuses to be my muse right now because I'd rather watch hot guys make out then talk to her :D), Ever be, and all my wonderful reviewers, whom I get the feeling, don't know this is getting posted. Lol. Maybe with this chapter peoples will notice. ^.^
A/N: erm… This chapter is incredibly short, but I know that chapter five is gonna be longer. Hopefully, at least. Oh, and I finally switched back to the first person. I'm so much more comfortable in that. ^.^
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"Fine mess I'm in." I told myself angrily, letting my head drop to the table with a satisfying 'thud.' "I can't go home to Elizabeth, " I said to no one in particular, mulling over my options.
"Damn it, Jack!" I almost shouted, but I caught myself. It really wouldn't do me any good to make a scene here. It was bad enough, what happened with Jack. I'm sure by tomorrow it would be all over Port Royal. The blacksmith and a pirate. I guess business will be slow for a while.
Enraged, I pushed my chair out, my hands against the table. I finally marched up to the bar to pay Jack's tab he so lovingly left me. I just know that I have to get out of this place and get to somewhere I can think. I have to get to my forge. Hammering away at metal just seems to ease my mind for some reason.
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The door's hinges squeaked, and I turned from my work, glancing up from my tired hammer to see who had entered my shop. I felt my upper lip curl as I realized whom it was.
"Good evening, Commodore Norrington." Bitterness seeped into my voice, though I tried to hold it back.
"Is it?" He answered back, giving me a sneer to match my glare. He had not forgiven me for taking Elizabeth from him. I nearly laughed at the irony of the situation, but bit it back as I turned back to my work, not wanting my forged metal cooling while I was chatting. "Anyways, there's no need for pleasantries, I'm here on business." He walked around to me to face me I assume, but he looked around as he walked, examining swords and various items as he walked with his hands behind his back.
I watched him under a careful eye, wondering what business he could have with me.
"I've been talking to some of the towns folk and they seem to remember a certain pirate wandering around…" Norrington glanced up from the sword he was examining to give me a wide grin, my eyes growing wide. I know nothing good could come from that scene in the bar. Now Norrington knew Jack is here and it has been less then a day. In fact, only a few hours since then. "I was wondering, Mr. Turner, if you had any information on the criminal, Sparrow's where-abouts."
I set down my hammer next to the cooling metal. "I'm afraid, Commodore, that I have no information for you." I gave him a grin of my own as I lean over my anvil. "Perhaps you should try the whore houses?" Biting back my bitter laughter I wonder if he was actually daring enough to actually do as I had suggested.
"Very funny, Turner," he spat out venomously at me. "Just remember," he said, getting as close to me as he dared with the still burning metal between us, "I'll be watching you…" Norrington pointed an accusing finger in my face, and then quickly turned on his heal in a military fashion to exit my shop. "Oh, and Turner." He turned back at the waist, not moving his feet from the direction of the door. "I may have spared your life once," here he gave me a nice glare to match the venom in his voice at the memory of the escape, "but I will not tolerate that kind of rash behavior from you again. Do I make myself clear?"
"Perfectly," I grind out between my clenched teeth with a curt nod. I find it rather hard to be polite to a man that I despise as much as Norrington.
"Good." He gave me a quick, fake smile before he turned and walked out of my shop.
"Bastard," I finally said when the door slammed. I let out a long breath that I didn't realized I had been holding and glared at the door that he had just retreated from.
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Hinges creaked as I closed the door behind me and lock it. No one usually bothered me this time a day anyways. Besides, Jack was more important anyways. I know I can't let Norrington find him first. That would be terrible.
I just wish I knew where Jack was going to be. I can't really go and search every brothel in Port Royal, can I?
I swallowed rather loudly and started down the street towards the seedy side of town.
"Why can't that man be more respectable?" I said to my self in dread. I had never stepped foot inside a brothel, and I was hoping I could spend my whole life avoiding it. I only hope my wife doesn't find out about this. Being with Jack is bad enough, she understanding about that… but a prostitute? She would castrate me for sure!
I sighed and ran my hand through my hair; very much wishing I was the one who had downed all that alcohol at the bar. I had to pay for it I should have enjoyed it. No use wishing though, I suppose. It doesn't really do me any good in the long run. It doesn't make Jack any closer, or easier to find. It doesn't make me any drunker either.
I close my eyes as I stray into the streets of red lanterns, trying to put myself in Jack position. It wasn't working to say the least. I could only hope he didn't make it far. I do not wish to go in every whorehouse in Port Royal asking for him. I opened my eyes, holding my breath as I opened the first door, very much hoping to find Jack Sparrow inside.
~ To Be Continued ~
A/N: The next chapter should hopefully be much longer. This was much shorter then I intended, but I did actually had like a half of page at the end there. ^.^ I have no idea when anyone will get to see the next chapter of this. I'm currently writing it, but I probably won't be able to post it until next month. I have a whole ton of projects and shit to do for school *pouts*. Have no fear, though. I will get it done! *grins*