Disclaimer: I do not own POTC. I do own Andria and her sunken ship. How many times must I say it? Oh. Till I'm done. Well, here's the chapter.
Chapter Six: Meeting the Whelp
Andria woke the next day to an empty bed. She wasn't exactly sure it was morning anymore and most definitely wasn't sure what happened last night. Digging into her memory she recalled a nightmare, a fight, some scathing words, and a sunrise. Yet somehow she felt whole again. That damn pirate, her thoughts lingering to Jack, he got to me again.
The woman rolled herself out of the bed, taking the sheet with her, and spotted a wooden trayfilled with breakfast items sitting on the table. Figuring that Jack didn't want to disturb her after the trauma of the night, she sat and ate peacefully, looking out the window at the perfect view of the ocean. The cerulean water was shining in the hot Caribbean sunshine, yet there was always a slight sea breeze to pull the men through the day. Otherwise we'd have those sissies keelin' over left and right, she chuckled inwardly.
Once finished, Andria rebound herself, pulled on a clean cotton shirt and her signature tight vest; this one was mild and brown colored but fit perfectly. Some trousers were secured on and the boots following, in addition to her multitude of weaponry. She braided a few pieces of her hair to mimic her lover and tied a scarf around her head, finishing the look with the treasured tricorner hat.
Bounding up onto the deck, a "Land ho!" was called down from the crow's nest. "What?" she asked of no one but the waves.
"We're makin' a quick stop at Port Royal to visit William and his bonny lass," said a deep, velvet smooth voice from behind her. Two ring-adorned hands found purchase on her hips and they were not her own. Andria spun around in the grasp only to find Jack's brown eyes looking at her with a twinkle.
"But… that's next port. If I do recall correctly, that was our agreement, was it not?" Andria said with a discouraged expression spreading like wildfire across her features. Her face fell to the planks of the deck.
"Aye, love. But that was before ye gave into me charm again, wasn't it?" he said, making his hands pull her closer, creating a tighter grip on her.
"I be a woman of my word, Jack Sparrow," she said looking up with sad eyes.
"It's captain to ye if you're goin' ta have that attitude!" he said, pushing her away with hesitation.
"I wasn't…I didn't mean anything by it. All I was doin' was stating our agreement. Whether or not you choose to go through with it is your decision. I will leave or stay on your command, CAPTAIN!" she replied with fire in her eyes but fear on her face. The two were now feet away from each other, shouting across the air, creating a scene.
"At the moment, I would like ye ta stay," he said, taking steps towards her, making the gap smaller, "I want ya to meet William and Lizzie, just for the sake of being here near Port Royal. However, since I'm not entirely welcome here, and I'm sure neither are you, we need to both clean up and change. Savvy?"
As Jack explained this to her, the sparkle in his eyes returned as an undertone of sultriness filled his voice. The thoughts filling his mind were involving the bath, some soap, and both of them stark naked. She knew the look in Jack's eyes was something to that effect but played along all the same.
"Does that involve you bathing?" she asked, a single eyebrow arching in suspicion.
"Aye. But I didn't necessarily say I was ta do it on me own," he said, capturing her lips in a feverish kiss. They broke apart quickly, knowing all eyes were on them and so retreated down to the cabin each called home.
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Down in the cabin the two lovers had their fun, but Andria turned serious when she began to think of their squabble again. She didn't know what she was going to do about this arrangement.
"What are you going to do then, Jack?" asked Andria as she did the final lacings on the simple blue dress she borrowed from Ana. The woman crewmate had it hidden away for just this occasion.
"Naturally you're going to stay with me, love. Since I'm captain, I can change me mind can't I?" Jack replied, not looking up from placing his boots back on after changing into his niceties.
Jack's appearance changed into someone one could tell they worked on the sea, but seemed respectable. His beloved scarf was removed and his hair was tied back with his weathered hat placed over the whole thing. He wore the same jacket, but the rest looked more polished and dashing. The vest was a deep green and was respectfully buttoned up over a crisp white shirt.
"I supp – whoa. Who are you?" said Andria, walking up to the man with her hips swaying until her hand came into contact with his chest where he in turn grabbed her waist, pressing their hips together.
"Jack Smith. Or Smithy, if you prefer," said Jack, a sultry smile playing at his face.
"Well, Smithy, I do believe we've taken entirely too long to prepare and we shall discuss other matters later," replied Andria, still enclosed in his hold. Their faces were inches apart; she could feel his hot breath brushing her lips, she closed her eyes wishing the gap was closed.
As of on cue, a knock came at the door, accompanied by Gibbs' voice, "We've got a boat ready fer ya cap'n."
"Aye. We'll be right up," Jack called back through the door, thanking the higher spirits they were not disturbed, "Where were we?" he asked Andria, his voice getting low again.
"Leaving to head into port, seeing as you can't pull the Pearl in correct?" teased Andria, pulling away from his grasp.
"Yes, that is correct," he sulked, sounding a bit more proper in order to create the illusion more effective.
The two made their way up to the deck, arm in arm, preparing to make their way to Port Royal. All eyes turned toward the couple, their transformation was impeccable.
"Andria, hon, ye look lovely," Ana commented as she glanced over the gray-blue cotton dress she had lent her. It was simple, but fit perfectly and matched wonderfully. Andria's fiery tresses were pinned back to the sides with a few curls framing her face.
"Thank you," she replied with a small curtsy to add to the effect.
"Best be off, love," said Jack, turning to her and gesturing to the rope ladder leading to their transportation.
The row to the docks was slow going. The Pearl was hidden away far enough that they had to pick a few respectable – looking crewmen to row the dinghy for the two. When the longboat with its passengers docked, Andria stepped out and paid the harbormaster, giving the name Smith. This gesture made Jack smile; he had done something similar many years ago when he met the whelp. Once he was also out of the boat, he took Andria by the hand and led her in the direction of the Governor's mansion.
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Will Turner heard a knock at the front door. He and his lovely wife were sitting in the parlor taking tea at the time. Lately this calmed the eight month pregnant woman when nothing else would. She jumped as another knock was heard from the hall.
"Just sit there darling, I'll get the door," he said in a soothing voice when he saw Elizabeth making to stand up. He walked up to the large door in the foyer and reached for the handle, dismissing the doorman. He opened the door to find a young couple standing on the stoop.
"Yes? May I help you?" asked Will, staring at the oddly familiar looking man standing on the front step.
"William, do you not recognize your friend Jack Smith?" asked Jack inconspicuous way, hoping the daft man would catch on.
"Jack! What are you doing here?" the young man inquired, ushering the couple in.
"Just stopped by for a visit. Wanted to see how you and the bonny lass were doing," replied the seasoned pirate.
"Expecting, actually. Elizabeth is eight-months with child," beamed Will.
"Is she now? Well then, congratulations, Whelp!" Jack said, slapping him on the back with his free arm. He and Andria were still linked together.
Andria had stayed quiet throughout his whole reunion, but became impatient so she elbowed Jack in the ribs. This caused him to jump slightly and look over at her. She had an innocent look on her face, batting her eyelashes at him; yet he could see her hidden annoyance.
"William, this is Andria Hawthorne, my, uh, companion, as it were," Jack introduced her awkwardly, not knowing what to call her.
"Very nice to meet you, Miss Hawthorne," said Will, taking her hand and placing a small kiss on it, making her blush.
"Pleasure to meet you, William…?" she said with a tilt of her head acting as a curtsy.
"Turner, and this is my wife Elizabeth," replied Will as they made their way back into the parlor. Elizabeth looked up at this comment only to in turn jump up, as quickly as a pregnant woman can, and engulf Jack in a hug. The two companions, Will and Andria, stood there in awkward recognition, glancing at the reunion.
"It's so good to see you! Oh, who's your friend?" she said, turning to Andria as she clutched her belly a bit.
"My name's Andria, I'm Jack's… umm…," she looked at Jack for help, but Elizabeth understood; woman's intuition.
"It's nice to meet you!" she said, hugging Andria as well, "Pardon me being forward, Will hasn't let me leave the house for weeks!"
"And for good reason," interjected her husband, "You nearly passed out from the heat in town. I couldn't let that happen again."
Elizabeth made some sort of grumbling sound and made a face at Will. Then she offered Jack and Andria some tea, indicating the arrangement on the table in front of them. The four of them sat down, one couple across from the other on loveseats facing each other. In between the seats was a beautiful china set with flourishing rosettes prepared with tea.
"So, what brings you two to Port Royal?" asked Elizabeth, internally excited as she poured the dark-colored tea that Jack had brought a 'friend' with him this time.
"Really we came here because it was the nearest port to pick up a few supplies, originally," said Jack, looking over at his lady.
"The plan was, when he picked me up in the middle of the ocean because my ship sank, to be dropped off at the nearest port and apparently this was it," finished Andria, sipping on her tea.
"What do you mean by 'originally', Jack?" inquired Will.
"The two of us made up since the agreement was made," he replied simply, causing his finger to find hers and enlacing them.
The married couple looked at each other knowingly. They could tell from the start these two had a past before now: their distant looks, the comments spouting from one another.
"Essentially," breathed Andria, breaking the silence that had taken over the room, "I needed to get to land and my affairs in order."
"Seems to me that you already got one taken care of on the boat," chuckled Will. Soon after he received an elbow to the ribs hard from Elizabeth and made a grunting noise from impact.
"So it would seem," she replied shyly.
"You two look absolutely exhausted. Why don't you stay here for the night, no trouble," said Elizabeth, changing the subject much to Andria's delight.
"That would be lovely, thank you," replied the other woman, clearly flushed from Will's comment, as her hand had left Jack's alone on the cushion.
The four adults got up from their seats, Elizabeth receiving help from Will, and they made their way upstairs to the bedrooms.
"You two may use this one. If you need anything, just ask the maid or Will," Elizabeth huffed at the doorway entrance. Making the trip upstairs was becoming harder and harder to make.
"Thank you again. Go get some rest yourself, darlin'," said Andria to the pregnant woman. The men stood in silence, knowing if they interjected at all their heads were as good as gone.
"Goodnight then," said Andria to the couple, retreating to the accommodated room.
"I suppose I should follow then," bid Jack reluctantly, "Goodnight Lizzie, 'night Whelp," He said this comment with a wink, walking through the door and closing it behind him with a click.
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