The Heart Never Lies
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Thank you to Alex for your…review. Whatever dignity I ever had you have shattered it! But hey, you're my beta and thanks for an amazing party Saturday night, hahahahaha Twister! Fun times! Ok sorry for the delay, I'm writing this and 'Against The Rules' at the same time and so I try and post them at the same time. Please keep reviewing, and I promise that Will and Elizabeth will meet soon! They both just have to sort some things out!
The Heart Never Lies
Chapter 10: London
Elizabeth snapped the lid of the suitcase shut and sighed. Although Judie had told her she hadn't needed to bring any clothes she had felt the need to pack some. There was knock on the door, Elizabeth looked up.
"Come in." she said. Shaun poked his head round the door.
"Oh good. You're ready. Judie told me to come up here and check. I'll have someone take you're bag down." Elizabeth smiled her thanks as Shaun retreated from the room.
Judie, Jonas and Shaun met Elizabeth at the front of the house where the carriage was waiting for them. A servant had placed Elizabeth's bag on top of the carriage with the rest of the luggage and was now holding the door open for them. As Elizabeth approached Judie smiled.
"We all ready?" Elizabeth nodded. Taking Shaun's hand Judie went into the carriage.
Jonas held out a hand to Elizabeth to help her get into the carriage. Elizabeth accepted it with a smile. Jonas returned it, his dark brown eyes watching her face. Elizabeth settled into the carriage beside Judie and watched as Shaun gave directions to the driver. She heard the driver chide the horses on and with a jolt they were off.
Elizabeth had not been to London for best part of ten years and she was looking forward to going back. In the Caribbean she had been very isolated from women her own age. She had only really had her father and then Will, all of the women on the island had always regarded Elizabeth with a careful disdain, especially when she had got engaged to Will she had been even more alienated because she was engaged someone under her station in her life. Before Will had left her this hadn't bothered Elizabeth because she had always thought that she would have Will. But then he'd left and had left Elizabeth to the comments and whispers of the other women in her father's circle of society.
The countryside slipped by slowly, the trees were now green and the flowers were in bloom. The carriage trundled up the road; Elizabeth leant against the window watching the scenery. Unaware that Judie, Shaun and Jonas were watching her. Jonas beckoned towards Shaun who leant forward.
"Why is she so sad?" Jonas whispered so that only Shaun could hear him. Shaun looked at Elizabeth before turning back to Shaun.
"She's had a pretty bad time of things lately." He said softly. "She was going to get married, but just before the marriage her fiancé told her that he didn't love her, he left and she was heartbroken." He sighed.
"She couldn't cope and left Port Royal to come here. We've been looking after her and helping her get back on her feet." Jonas nodded and watched the young woman. Now that he had been told he could see a sadness in her eyes.
"Who was the man?" he asked. Shaun thought for a moment.
"He was a blacksmith, he saved her life when she was kidnapped by pirates last year. A lot of people believed that she made a bad choice when she accepted his marriage proposal, her father especially was not happy with it. But it seemed that he had accepted it and they were going to get married. His name was William Turner."
Jonas's eyes shot up at the name and he stared at Shaun.
"What did you say his name was?!" Shaun looked rather surprised.
"William Turner." he said. Jonas' breath caught in his throat, could it be? Then again, Turner was a very common name, as was William.
"What did he look like?" he croaked.
"What did who look like?" a voice joined in, both Shaun and Jonas looked up to see Jodie and Elizabeth watching them. "What did who look like?" Elizabeth repeated. Shaun cleared his throat.
"Will. What Will looked like." He said. Elizabeth's face fell slightly. Then her eyes glazed over.
"He was beautiful." She said. "He had dark brown hair, shoulder length, a lovely face. And his eyes, god his eyes were amazing. They were this really dark brown, almost black sometimes, he may have been shy a lot of the time but you could always see what he was really thinking." She shook her head slightly and looked up.
Jonas was as white as a sheet. The man she had described was his grandson, Will. He swallowed hard and looked up at Elizabeth, she met his gaze and her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Your eyes," she murmured, leaning forward she stared intently into them, and then her eyes widened. "Oh my god! They're just like Will's." she took a deep breath. "How do you…?" she left the question hanging. Jonas licked his lips and thought very carefully about his answer.
"Will is my grandson." He said finally.
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Will opened his eyes and stared at the strange ceiling up above him, he levered himself up onto his elbows and winced as pain shot through his back from sleeping on the floor. He groaned softly and rubbed the back of his neck. A quick glance round told him that Jack and the rest of the crew were still asleep, with a sigh he got to his feet and made his way out of the room and down the hall to the cloth that separated the house from the street. Pulling it back Will poked his head out into the morning air.
The city was waking up; the sun was peeking over the rim of the canyon and cast an orangey glow on the city. In the distance Will could hear the toiling of a bell. The street was deserted, no one in sight. It was higher up though and did give Will a lovely view of the city down below him. He could see small figures hurrying around. Stalls were opening and people were getting ready to face the new day.
He heard the cloth rustle behind him and turned to see Ana making her way out onto the street. She blinked sleepily and yawned.
"I didn't expect to find anyone else up." she said, Will smiled.
"I'm a light sleeper." He replied. Ana nodded and came to stand next to him. Her eyes swept along the city.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" Will nodded.
"Yeah, I could see myself living here, plying a trade." Ana watched him.
"But after what Jack and your grandmother said, you still don't believe you can win her back do you?" Will looked down at his feet, he swallowed hard.
"No I don't." he said softly. Ana reached up and took his chin in her hand; turning his face to hers she looked deep into his eyes.
"Look Will, I may be no expert in the field of love but even I could see that you and Elizabeth were meant to be together." Will nodded slightly.
"But what about…?" he motioned to her and then him. Ana smiled.
"You and I both knew that it wasn't permanent. I certainly wasn't going to get my hopes up." she paused. "Because I could see every time I looked in your eyes that you were still thinking of her, and you need her Will." she smiled. "And I can live with that." Will blinked hard, trying to force back the tears that threatened.
"Thank you." he whispered. Ana shrugged.
"No problem, juts make sure you use the chance you've been given properly." Will nodded and reaching out pulled her into a hug. Ana buried her head in his shoulder and inhaled deeply.
Jack blinked a couple of times.
"Bloody hell!" he muttered. "What in the hell did I have to drink last night?!" the whole room was swaying in front of his eyes. He steadied himself on the wall and stumbled around trying to find the door. Finding it he almost fell through it.
"Shit! Bugger!" he picked himself up off the floor and looked around, the other doorway was ahead of him and with some effort he managed to drag himself though it. He stopped at the sight before him.
Will and Ana stood motionless, silhouetted against the horizon and the rising sun. Will had his arms wrapped round her and she with him. Jack sighed at the moment before bustling up to break it up.
"Mornin' mates!" he chirped. Will looked up and smiled.
"You seem happy this morning Jack." He noted. Jack grinned making sure that they could see his gold tooth glinting in the sunlight.
"I got a good feeling about today." He said. "It's going to be good."
How wrong he was.
The navy man wrinkled his nose at the stench that rolled of the corpse. He grimaced and prodded the figure with his toe even though it was pretty easy to see that the man was dead. No one could survive a slit throat and a bullet to the stomach. Straightening up he turned to the man behind him.
"He's been dead since last night I reckon." He said. The man behind him nodded and stepped into the light.
Paul Martin shook his head.
"Bloody pirates!" he hissed. "They did this, they think they can come in here and kill our people." He shook his head. "Not anymore, I know what one of them looks like, we'll head them off when they try and leave." He turned to his men who were standing behind him.
"Post an extra guard at every gate; circulate this description. A man with dreadlocks, a gold tooth, trinkets in his hair. He walks with a swagger. Goes by the name of Jack Sparrow." The soldiers nodded and hurried off. Paul bobbed down by the man he had killed the night before and smirked.
"You were more useful than you know my friend." He murmured before straightening up and walking away.
Will buttoned up his shirt and looked around, they were getting ready to leave, Jack did not want to spend too long in the city and Carol too was eager to leave. Will wished that he could have seen more of the island, it seemed a lovely place and he had wanted more time to explore it fully. Coming from England Will had never seen sprawling mountain ranges and running rivers. He had only ever seen the bland English countryside or the sandy beaches of the Caribbean. Never before had be ever seen anything like this before. But Jack was adamant that they should leave and Will knew better than to argue with Jack when his mind was set on something.
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"Will's my grandson." A silence greeted his words. Both Judie and Elizabeth's jaws dropped, Shaun raised his eyebrows.
"Well that's…unusual." He said. Elizabeth could feel the tears collecting in her eyes.
"You're Will's grandfather?" she asked, Jonas nodded.
"His mother was my daughter," his eyes glazed over slightly and Elizabeth recognised the look, it was the look she got even now when she thought about Will. Leaning forward Elizabeth took the older man's hands in her own.
"Tell me." She said gently. Jonas looked up at her.
"She lived alone with him, his father left when he was three; my wife was never happy with her marriage and as a result was not that fond of young William either. Annie raised him by herself, and she did a good job too, whenever I saw the child he was always well behaved. He had his mother's calm disposition and his father's good looks." He paused and smiled slightly. "He loved his mother so much; he doted on her and her on him. She often commented that he was the mini version of his father." Elizabeth smiled at this. The description that Jonas was giving of young Will was just like the man he had grown up to be. Jonas took a moment before continuing.
"But when he was 13 his mother fell ill. We were told that it would pass in time. But it didn't, she died after two years in his care." The tears glistened in the corners of his eyes. "She died alone, Will was out when she died and found her when he got back. He had come to us for help, but my wife ordered him away." He sighed. "She left soon after Annie's death; she couldn't believe what she had done." Elizabeth felt the older man's sadness and stroked his hand comfortingly.
"The worst was to come, just after his mother's death William left England, but then the police declared that they were searching for him on the suspicion of his mother's death." Elizabeth gasped. Jonas nodded. "We all knew that he didn't do it, but as he was the only one with her just before she died they believed it was him." Elizabeth could feel tears welling up in her eyes. Will had never shared his past with her although she had asked on many occasions. Whenever she had pressed he had said that his mother had died when he was young and he had left the country, not having any other family.
It was a lot for Elizabeth to take in. Finding a member of Will's family who had also turned out to be one of her father's friends. Elizabeth wondered if he knew of Will's death. Judging by how he had been talking she doubted her did, and Elizabeth did not want to be the one who told him. But she knew that she probably would have to. Jonas was lost in the memories in the past.
"I always wondered what had happened to him." he looked up at Elizabeth and smiled. "It's nice to know that he found someone." He shook his head. "But maybe there's too much of his father in him. From what I saw, the Turner's were never a family to settle down for long enough." He sighed. "I just hope he made the right decision."
Elizabeth took a deep breath, now was the time to inform Jonas of his grandson's death.
"Jonas, six weeks after Will left me a good friend of mine, James Norrington chanced upon a merchant ship in the ocean." Jonas locked eyes with her, his expression curious. Elizabeth swallowed. "It was wrecked, the work of pirates they believe." She gripped his hand tighter.
"It was Will's ship. I'm so sorry, Will's dead." Jonas swallowed hard and a tear leaked out of his eye and down his cheek. Elizabeth found herself crying along with him.
"My grandson," Jonas sobbed. "Dead. I never got to say sorry." He sniffed and wiped his eyes. Elizabeth bit her lip.
"I'm sorry." She repeated. Jonas shook his head.
"There's nothing to be sorry for. Things happen." He took a deep breath to try and steady his voice. "I just wish that it hadn't happened like this." Elizabeth smiled weakly.
"I do to. I loved Will very much, he saved my life and I'll always be indebted to him in that way. But I believed that he loved me," she shrugged. "What's done is done. We can't change the past." Jonas nodded and gave her hands a squeeze.
"Thank you." he whispered
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As they drew nearer to London the countryside began to fade away. Houses replaced the fields and industry was everywhere. Before they had even reached the city there was a cloud of smog. Elizabeth watched as they sky darkened for a bright blue to a murky grey.
Jonas had been silent for most of the journey; he had had a lot to think about. The discovery of what had happened to someone he hadn't seen for nearly seven years was a lot to take in. He kept stealing glances at Elizabeth and mentally congratulated his dead grandson on his fine catch.
"Why did you throw it all away?" he muttered to himself.
The city was busier than anything Elizabeth had ever seen. Port Royal was a rather sheltered port and there were never that many people there. But here the streets were filled with people, all walks of life, the peasants, the upper class, and the street urchins all mixed together and herded down the cobbled streets like cattle. The carriage came to an almost standstill as it tried to make its way through the streets. Elizabeth watched out of the window, taking in all there was to see.
After a while they arrived at Judie and Shaun's town house. The carriage pulled to a stop outside and they hard the driver shift from his seat. A moment later he opened the door, Jonas was closest to the door and so was the first out. Shaun followed him a moment later so he could help Elizabeth and Judie out. Jonas was standing a few feet away, he smiled at Judie.
"I'm afraid that I have to go now." He said to Judie who nodded.
"Of course, it was so lovely to see you again." She said. Jonas shook Shaun's hand before making his way over to Elizabeth.
"I wanted to say thank you," he said. Elizabeth was slightly taken back.
"For what I didn't do anything." She said. Jonas smiled and took her hands in his own.
"You did more than enough my dear. You helped put my mind at rest." He smiled and pulled her into a hug. Elizabeth was slightly confused but hugged him back. Jonas pulled away and smiled at them all.
"You must be sire to come and see my while you are up in London." He said. Putting his hat on his head he flashed them one more smile before he walked off down the road.
As she watched him disappear Elizabeth could not believe that she hadn't seen it before, now that she knew that he and Will were related she could see the similarities between the two of them. They smiled in the same way. Elizabeth could not help but feel sorry for Jonas Wedlock.
The house was a typical London house, there were large ornaments and paintings, marble covered the pillars that held the house upright. Judie led Elizabeth through the grand hallway. Shaun followed with one of the servants who was carrying Elizabeth's bag. The house had been prepared for their arrival and everything smelt fresh. Elizabeth looked around, she had not been in a town house for a long time and it was a nice feeling to be back.
Elizabeth had been placed in one of the spare bedrooms that was never used. The room was clean and simple. With a medium sized bed there was a desk and dresser, a window looked out onto the cobbled streets below. Elizabeth placed her suitcase down on the bed and perched next to it. The bed was soft and bouncy. Elizabeth smiled; it was nice to be back in London.
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They were finally ready. Jack had loaded up the horses and they were about to set off for the ship. Will mounted his horse and stroked its neck softly when it nickered. Carol was looking at her house slightly wistfully. Keith patted her on the shoulder.
"You know you can come back someday." He said. "You don't have to travel forever." Carol nodded and tore her gaze away from the house. Jack clapped his hands together.
"Right! We had better get moving!" he proclaimed. Carol nodded and with one last look back at her home she turned and urged her hose forward.
It was market day in the city as they made their way through the winding streets. The air was thick with conversation, men were haggling and arguing, there were even a few fistfights. Will watched them with amusement.
"They're almost as bad as you Jack." He commented, Jack shook his head.
"I am so much more dignified than that!!" he said. It was at this moment that his horse jumped slightly and Jack was almost thrown from the saddle. As he struggled to sit up, his face bright red, he shot daggers at his crew who were all in hysterics. Will wiped his eyes and shook his head.
"Jack, you're one of the most undignified people that I have ever met!" he chuckled. Jack urged his horse, on grumbling to himself.
They made their way through the streets, completely unaware that they were being watched the whole way. Navy men positioned around the city tracked their every move. They stayed out of sight, so as not to alarm the citizens. The pirates and Carol were oblivious to the danger around them. Jack over his humiliation joked loudly and generally made an ass out of himself. Will could only watch, as his Captain got more and more excited. He suspected that it was because he was getting back to his ship, Jack loved the sea and being on land even for one day made him miss his beloved ship.
The main gate was in sight when things started to go wrong. Paul had planned it carefully so that as the pirates would see the main gate, a troop of soldiers would march right through their path, hopefully separating the group. He watched from his vantage point as the events unfolded.
As he had planned the troop marched straight into the path of the oncoming pirates. Jack Sparrow was easy to spot; he was one of the most distinctive men in the Caribbean. He was riding upfront, sitting as proudly as he could on his horse, considering the fact that he was almost falling off the animal. Beside him was a younger man. Paul frowned and squinted; there had never been a mention of a young man aboard Jack Sparrow's ship. He was good looking and a lot quieter than Sparrow. He sat thoughtfully on his horse, only needing one hand to control it.
Behind them were various members of the crew that Paul recognised. He smiled as the troop of soldiers cut the group in two. The crowds took care of the rest of it, swelling up around them cutting off any route. Sparrow did not seem to realise that his party had been split. But the younger man did. His eyes roved the soldiers that had cut their path and then his eyes narrowed. He spoke to Jack and Paul was able to lip-read what he said.
"Jack this is a trap." Paul nodded to his deputy who signalled to the soldiers down below. Immediately they sprang into action.
"Jack, this is a trap." Will had recognised the threat as soon as it had started. Jack looked back at him.
"Wha?" Will urged his horse next to Jack's.
"We've walked straight into a trap. They knew we were here and set a trap for us." He said, Jack's eyes looked over the soldiers before he cursed loudly.
"Yer right William, the bastards knew we were coming, we need to try and get out." He wheeled his horse round, meaning to gallop for the gate. But he stopped in his tracks. Across the entrance to the gate soldiers were gathered, their naked swords glinting in the sun. Jack cursed and turned back to Will.
"Damn! They've blocked the entrance!" he growled. "We need to try one of the other gates." Will shook his head.
"It wouldn't be any good, they'll have done the same to all the other gates as they've done to this one." He sighed and looked around, calculating their chances of escape. "This doesn't look good Jack." Jack nodded and ran a hand over his bandana.
"What we gonna do William?" he asked, and Will was surprised at the desperation in his voice. Jack Sparrow had always had a plan and it was weird that he should be relying on Will.
Will looked around, and with each passing second he could see the situation was getting more and more hopeless. They were surrounded on all sides and there was no immediate escape. Beside him Jack was freaking out, in the typical Jack Sparrow way.
"This is all Keith's fault." he was muttering. Will rolled his eyes and ignored his captain. He could see Gibbs, Ana, Carol and the rest of the crew. Carol looked frightened and this angered Will. He may not have forgiven her, but she was still his family and seeing her threatened made his protective side kick in. He growled and started his horse towards them.
"Jack SPARROW!" a voice boomed, loud even over the noise of the crowds. Jack froze and turned to see a navy man riding through the crowds towards them. Will's hand went immediately to his sword hilt.
The man stopped his horse in front of Jack and sneered at him.
"Jack Sparrow." His tone was mocking and caused Jack to frown.
"Who wants to kno'?" he asked. The man laughed.
"Captain Paul Martin of the British Royal Navy." He declared. Jack rolled his eyes. The action was not lost on Paul who scowled. Jack allowed himself a small smile at the navy man's anger; his gift of annoying people sure did come in handy. Will shot Jack a warning look.
"Be careful." He muttered. Paul's attention was diverted to him.
"Who's this?" he demanded. Will didn't answer. Paul narrowed his eyes. "I'll ask again, who is this?" Will still didn't answer, he just stared at him. Paul found something oddly unnerving about the younger mans stare. He drew his sword and pointed it menacingly at Will. "Don't make me angry!" he warned. Will eyed his sword with disdain.
"William Turner." he replied finally. Paul lowered his sword.
"Turner." he mused. "Why does that name sound familiar?" Will's heart began to beat faster, what if Governor Swann had asked for his arrest. Would it have reached this far a field? Paul frowned again before he shook his head. "I can't remember, but it is of little consequence." He looked back to Jack. "You're under arrest pirate!" he spat the last word out as if it was so repulsive that he couldn't even say it. Jack frowned.
"I haven't done anything wrong!" he protested. Paul shook his head.
"You're a pirate, you've been condemned for a long time." Jack snorted.
"And who are ye to tell me I'm condemned?! I know what you do to people, especially the people you're supposed to 'help'." He threw his arms out and gestured to all the people around him, almost falling off his horse in the process. "Look at them all, they live in shit holes whilst you swan it up above." Paul gnashed his teeth at Jack's words.
"Careful Sparrow, you're in enough trouble already, don't make it worse for yourself!" he snapped. Jack laughed harshly.
"Make it worse for myself! I know you wanna kill me, but it won' matter cos ye won't have me begging for me life from the likes of ye! I'm condemned? I think ye'll find that you've been condemned a lot longer than me." Paul looked slightly taken back, even Will was surprised; he had never seen Jack like this before.
Things did not look good for Jack, the soldiers advanced on his whilst Paul watched smugly.
"What in the hell do you think you are doing?!" Carol's voice rang out angrily over the crowd. Paul turned in his saddle at the sound of her voice; he spotted her and his eyes widened.
"My Lady!" he gasped, bowing his head in a clumsy bow. Carol brought her horse up to where they were standing; she was sitting proud in her saddle and eyed the navy man with coldness.
"What are you doing Captain Martin?" she asked. Paul gestured to the two pirates.
"I was arresting these two pirates." He stuttered. Carol raised an eyebrow.
"These two men are with me." She said. Paul frowned.
"With you My Lady?" Carol rolled her eyes.
"I'm taking them to England so that they can have justice done on them there." She cocked her head to one side. "Is that not how we do things in this great empire?" Paul nodded hurriedly.
"It is madam, can I at least offer you an escort?" Carol frowned.
"I think I am perfectly capable of managing a few pirates." She tutted. "Now, if you would let us be on our way you can get back to you're real job. Helping this city." Signalling to her guards and the pirates she rode away. Paul watched her ride away before turning back to Jack and Will.
"Savour your last sea journey pirate!" he snarled. "For it is your last." Jack raised an eyebrow and was about to make a witty retort when Will jabbed him in the ribs. Jack shut his mouth and followed Will and the rest of his crew out of the gates and back to the ship.
The sea air smelt good, even to Will. Jack stopped to take in deep lungfuls of it. Will shook his head.
"We've only been away for a day." He laughed. Jack didn't reply. Will smiled and trotted off towards the dock. He spied Carol ahead of him and rode so that he was alongside her.
"I wanted to say thank you for what you did back there." He said. Carol smiled.
"No problem. I was happy to help, and I'm just grateful that you've let me come with you." she replied. Will watched her. Ana had been right, this was not the same woman who had refused to help him and his dying mother all those years ago. Annie's death had affected her as much as he had affected him. He wanted to tell her that had forgiven her, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead he nodded and dug his heels into his horses' side. Carol watched him ride away with a smile. He was his mother's son alright.
The crew greeted them with cheers and shouts. Jack grinned as he hauled himself up.
"Alrigh' gents! Let's get back out into open water!" he shouted. The crew roared their approval and scurried off. Will grinned as he looked around, Ana had taken Carol below and only her guards were left up on deck, and they were already getting stuck into the work. As the ship began to sail for the open sea Will looked back at the island. The high rocky mountains rose high against the skyline. Will smiled, it would be nice to return, but judging by the reception they had received he doubted he would. With one final lasting look he turned his back on the island and went back to work.
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Right, sorry about the delay. The next chapter will be shorter than the others I think and after that, they WILL be reunited again! Keep reading and please, please, please keep reviewing. I'll have the next chapter up soon!
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