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Whoa, I just realized I'm on chapter 13! Well, enjoy this latest installment!
As Beckett headed towards his bedroom, he thought about Clara's (I'll be calling her that from now on, she'll only be Yardarm if somebody calls her that) answer. Turner. Was she related to William Turner? He would ask her in the morning, it would be improper to ask her tonight.
The next morning…When Clara came down to breakfast the next morning, Cutler was already there.
"Good morning, Cutler. I trust that you slept well?"
"Well enough, my dear."
They ate in silence for a while, and when they were done, Cutler looked her in the eye an
"Are you related to William Turner?"
"Yes, yes I am. Mr. Turner is my father. He left when I turned 18. My mother, Charlotte, had a child 9 months later, and named him William as well. I left soon after he was born, and found a place in the real world."
Cutler pieced this together, and figured that Clara was Will's older sister. It would explain why Will went to such lengths to save her. Smiling, he asked her if she would like to go down to his office for the day, and spend it there with him. He was overjoyed when she said yes, so they set off at once. Once they got there, Cutler showed Clara around, and told her what he did. She was fascinated by it all. When she yawned hugely, that's when Cutler sent her home. He knew she had had a long day yesterday, and didn't get the sleep she needed last night.
A couple days later…The Messenger sailed into Port Royal, and Jack, Will and Elizabeth got off.
"Jack, you search the fort, Elizabeth, you go search the jails. I'll find Beckett's office and see if she's there." Jack and Elizabeth nodded and ran off. It just so happened that Clara had gone to Beckett's office that day. Will silently walked in, a difficult task in boots, but he was able to anyway. He passed Gillette's office, the Norrington's, and finally reached Beckett's.Peering inside, he saw Beckett and Clara hugging and kissing. Becoming angry, he stormed over, and ripped her out of his arms.
"What are you doing, Miss Charity? This man is our enemy. You have no right to run around kissing him." He glared daggers into Beckett, who glared right back.
"William, you have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do. Now leave. Right now."
"Miss Charity, I can't leave you here. Now come along." Will, being a lot bigger than her, started to drag her out the door. She struggled, but he wouldn't stop taking her. Beckett, oddly enough, just stood there. He knew Will wouldn't hesitate to kill him if he tried to stop him. Will turned at the doorway, picked up Clara like you would a baby, and carried her all the way to the Messenger. She screamed and yelled at him the whole way there, but he just continued carrying her. As soon as he got to the cabin she would be occupying, he set her down and looked her in the eye.
"Miss Charity, I don't ever want to see you with that son-of-a-bitch again. How dare he touch you?"
"Will, you have no right. I love him, and as your older sister I refuse to let you order me around."
Will was madder than she had ever seen him before now, and shocked as well.
"Miss Charity, if I have to keep you locked up to keep you from seeing him, I will. And you are not my sister. My mother told me I had no siblings."
"Stop calling me Miss Charity, that is not my name."
"Then what it? I must know."
"You may call me Miss Turner"
"You are not my sister."
With that, he turned and left the room, locking the door behind him. She turned and collapsed on the bed, sobs racking her body. How could he be so mean? For sure, she hadn't been there for his childhood like she should have been, but he shouldn't be able to do that.
Beckett was furious. He and Clara had been having a wonderful time, until young Turner came and spoiled it all. He had just asked her to marry him, and she had said yes. They would have wed in a month had Turner not come and kidnapped her! Now he had to go rescue her again. But wait! Turner's ship couldn't have left yet! Grabbing his sword, he ran towards the docks.
At the docks…When Cutler got there, he looked over the ships. One of them seemed out of place, and it had to be Turner's. He rushed up to it, and ran aboard. Not seeing anybody, he cautiously went down the stairs, and pulled open the first closed door. Luckily for him, it was Clara's cabin.
"Clara!"
"Cutler!"
They hugged each other tightly.
"Clara, we must get out of here. Turner will kill me if he finds me, and I don't think either of us want that to happen." Clara nodded.
"I agree with you. And he will kill you."
They snuck towards the gangplank, but Will heard them. He whirled around, and saw Beckett's hand on Clara's arm. He was already angry with him, this enraged him. He pulled out his sword, and charged at Beckett.
"William, don't do this!" screamed Clara. She ran to stop him, but he shoved her out of the way. She quickly turned around and jumped onto his back, which slowed him down. William (Will and Elizabeth's son, whom I'll call William, and Will is Will, Bootstrap should I include him will be Bootstrap), whom the commotion had brought above, looked on with interest. Clara successfully detained Will enough that Beckett was able to escape, and Will locked her in her cabin again. She banged against the door, and Barbossa came in with an evil smile on his face.
"Did you want me, Miss Turner?"
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