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I finished up my Hannah Montana fic, so I should have more time for this one. Although, I did start another one about Will…
Clara looked at Barbossa in confusion.
"Do I know you?"
"No, you don't. Young William (A/N: He's talking about Will here.) told me that we were, what's the word, housing you. I heard your screams, and needed to know if it was me you wanted." He smiled at her, but she didn't like the way it looked.
"No, it's off of this ship that I want. Can you help me?"
"No, we've already left the docks. I don't see how I could get you there."
"You could create a distraction, while I steal away in a rowboat. You don't have to "know" I was going to do it."
Something about her irritated Barbossa. She seemed to know what she was doing, but did she really think he would do it?
"What would be in it for me?"
"Well, I'll give
you this." She took off her pearl necklace, and held it out in
her hand. He walked over, took it, and said:
"That'll do. Now
you best be going." He had no idea why he was doing this. Jack
would kill him when he found out. But he would cross that bridge when
he came to it. Barbossa left the room, and Clara followed him
closely. She pondered the whole way what the distraction he would
make would be. She didn't have long to wonder. When they got up
there, he pushed one of the crew into the water and yelled: "MAN
OVERBOARD!" Everybody went over to look, and Barbossa helped
Clara get a boat.
"Thank you for helping me. My names Yardarm."
"And mine would be Barbossa. Now off with you."
She left, and thought about that name. It was so familiar! But she would think about that later. Right now she had to get to land, and then to Cutler.
That evening…
Will had been thinking about it all day. Perhaps she really was his sister. After all, why would she have any reason to lie about that? He decided to go and talk things out with her. It would be the best thing to do. He went down to her cabin, and knocked on the door.
"Miss Charity?" When there was no answer, he concluded that she had already gone to sleep. He (strangely) found himself relieved that she was (or so he thought).
Clara had made it safely to Port Royal, and to Cutler's house. Cutler was relieved to find her safe and sound, and (of course) took her in. Since it wasn't that late, they started to plan their wedding. Forgetting about the time, they stayed up way into the night. The next morning at breakfast, they giggled (well, Cutler just smiled) at how late they had stayed up. Cutler didn't go to work, because it was a Saturday. Clara noticed that he was taking his job a lot less seriously now that they had gotten together. She wondered if that was a good thing, then concluded that is was.
On the Messenger…
When Clara still hadn't appeared at breakfast, Will asked Elizabeth to go check on her. When Elizabeth told him she wasn't there, he wasn't happy.
"I thought I locked the door. And from the outside, too." He looked at the doorknob, and saw the key's hanging out, on the outside. They had searched the ship, and there was not a trace of Clara.
"Somebody let her out."
"But who would do that? We worked so hard getting this crew so we could go get her. Jack is going to be sick when he learns of this." Elizabeth had followed Will down the stairs.
"I don't know." He sighed. "But I aim to find out."
"I personally think it might have been…" She didn't have anyone who would.
"Not Jack, and I highly doubt it was part of the crew. That would leave…"
"Barbossa." They said it together. It was perfectly clear now.
"But why would he do that?" Elizabeth looked at her fiancée in surprise.
"Will, I'm surprised at you. If what she said was true about being your sister, then he recognized her. To this day, I think he and Bootstrap were good friends. She looks just like you. I thought you would have noticed that."
"By the powers, you're right. I'll go ask him about it." Will headed up the stairs, and Elizabeth smiled to herself. She was glad Will had something to do that wasn't too boring. It was bad for him when he had nothing to do.
3 weeks later at Beckett's office…
Cutler sat there finishing up his work. His wedding day was a week away, and he was starting to get nervous. Silly thing to be nervous about. He should be happy. He was marrying the love of his life. What was there to be nervous about?
Back at Beckett's house, Estrella and Clara were giggling about the flowers. Clara (knowing nothing about flowers) had suggested that they use dandelions. Estrella knew all about flowers, and quickly told her what they were, which produced a gigglefest.
"So, what flowers should we use then?"
"Hmm, I think roses, if that would please you miss!
"Roses… Are those the red ones with thorns?" Estrella suppressed a giggle.
"Yes miss. They would look lovely with your dress."
"Roses it is!!"
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