Chapter Fourteen

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Chapter Fourteen

The three friends each looked in the direction that the sound had come from, Jack's stomach filled with dread, and he fought to breath past the bile rising in his throat. Suddenly a wave of determination came over him, and without hesitation he had unsheathed his sword, flipped it over so that the blade was in his hand with the hilt facing outwards, drew his arm back and launched it spinning through the air. It was like the World had turned to slow motion as the sword sailed through the air showing how he had perfected the trick that his good friend had shown him the very first day they had met. Will and Elizabeth watched the sharp metal fly through the air and hit its target perfectly as signalled by a grunt and a sound of something hitting the floor. Will turned a shocked glance to his friend.

"Jack? That could be anybody, what are you doing?" he asked his tone harsh as the shock from his friend's action was clearly portrayed in his words. Jack closed his eyes, his adrenaline now deserting him, and returning him to his previous exhaustion. He sagged back against the wall, and raised his hand to his face. Elizabeth watched him in concern, this was most unlike the Jack that she knew and loved. He would never just kill like that, unless he knew something that they didn't.

"Jack who is that man?" she asked him softly, Will looked up at her in confusion.

"Elizabeth? What are you doing? How could Jack possibly know? The poor bastard didn't even get close enough for us for us to see him, so how would he know?" Will asked, the heat of the moment making his words seem harsher than intended. Elizabeth shot his a sharp look, she could tell that something was going on here that neither she nor the blacksmith were aware of, and she was getting tired of Will making assumptions about Jack's actions, he should know by now to read between the lines where the pirate was concerned. Elizabeth turned her gaze back to the wounded Captain.

"So Jack who is he?" she asked softly, gently caressing his face, hoping to sooth him from whatever nightmare his semi awake mind had him lost in. He slowly raised his gaze to lock onto hers, and she almost gazed at the deep sorrow in their depths. "Jack what is it?" she asked, the urgency in her tone getting through to him.

"That's one of em that murdered me crew" he told her so quietly that she had to strain to hear him, but when his words sunk in she understood, and she had to admit she would have done the same thing. It left many questions, such as how the hell had he known who was coming?

Gibbs and Ana strolled through the darkened streets, they were feeling the shill of the night, yet it did not slow them down. The town had been silent, except for the usual sounds of gaiety and laughter, and no further screams had followed. The two pirates were concerned to say the least, yet neither verbalised their fears for concern of making them true and valid. The two continued on at heightened pace, it was due to them walking in silence, that they both managed to pick up the slight sound of something hitting the ground heavily, and exchanging a silent glance, the two set off at a sprint in the direction of the sound. Ana came across the source first and nearly landed on top on the body that lay splayed on the ground. She gasped her heart leaping into her throat, as in the dark of the street she couldn't make out the features. Gibbs finally arrived beside her, puffing and panting from the exertion of the dash through Tortuga.

"Who is it?" he asked her quietly, and she merely looked at him and shrugged. He sighed dramatically, then bent forward and flipped the clearly dead man over so that they could make out his features more clearly. Ana breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it clearly wasn't her Captain, yet the expression on her face soon changed into a frown when she caught sight of the man that did lie before her.

"Oh dear god" she muttered, and Gibbs looked at the body to see what had caused her reaction, he gaped when he too recognised the man.

"Bastard!" he hissed, then he leant forward and pulled the sword out of the dead man, he glanced at it and then shocked his friend by chuckling lightly to himself.

"What?" Ana asked, clearly confused.

"This look familiar?" he asked her holding the sword up for her to see. She smiled when she recognised the distinctive hilt.

"Jack got him!" she responded laughing lightly in relief. "I almost wish he had allowed me the pleasure. It looks like he died instantly, he deserved far more pain that that for what he and his buddies did" she continued her mood sobering, remembering the lost crewmates that had died on this man's orders. Gibbs nodded, then squeezed her shoulder lightly.

"Come on jack can't be far away" he urged her on and the two walked forward, not sparing a backward glance to the man that laid bleeding on the wet pavement.

End Chapter Fourteen

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