Deeds Chapter 14: Of Jack's Will and Elizabeth's, a pirates of the caribbean fanfic

Jack Will

"…Have you not met Will Turner? He's noble, heroic - terrific soprano. Worth at least four... maybe three and a half. And did I happen to mention... he's in love? With a girl. Due to be married. Dividing him from her and her from him would only be half as cruel as actually allowing them to be joined in holy matrimony, eh? …" Jack Sparrow

"One reward, for a Miss Elizabeth Swann, by one father Governor Weatherby Swann," Beckett said from his sunlit office, reading a notice, which was pasted all over London, he imagined. He had come here immediately after his talk with Duke Wentworth and his retrieval of Mercer. The Duke had so kindly organized it all and a meeting with the most prominent figures of the East India Trading Company. Beckett had immediately had Mercer set them up, and was beginning to organize his plans, gathering all the information he could. "Ah, they really should be more careful with that girl, she's quite a handful." He smiled coldly. "So Mercer, where is our dear Weatherby staying then?"

"Well sir," said Mercer, stepping forward, "His sister, a Lady Sylvia Gardner, appears to have paid his ransom, apparently the Spanish realized he wasn't worth the same as his weight in gold. He is now currently residing with her and worrying about his daughter it seems."

"Good," said Beckett smiling, "And I should hope he hasn't heard about me yet?"

"No sir," Mercer assured him, as efficient as ever. "Nothing about you sir.

"Good," Beckett said again, "It wouldn't do for him to know I am here yet. After all I am imagine his young daughter will be visiting her anxious father sometime, and I would so like to surprise her."

"Yes sir," replied Mercer.

"Any news on Jack Sparrow?" Beckett asked settling his collar, he had an important meeting to attend to this morning, with leading agents of the East India Trading Company, and he so did want to look his best.

"Not yet sir," replied Mercer, "Though he seems to have resurfaced after a fashion, he is said to have had a run in with the good people from Port de Paix, apparently monsters from the sea came out and chased them before they could burn him though."

"Unfortunate," sighed Beckett, "But he is needed, so I suppose it was a good thing they didn't burn him. So he's joined up with Jones then I imagine. I wonder what our old friend Davy wants with him. Any news from that naval vessel I sent after Jones to settle the score between us?"

"No sir, not yet," Mercer replied once more in the negative, Beckett frowned slightly.

"Your guests have arrived sir," a footman appeared and announced, giving a small bow, before Beckett could say anything to Mercer.

"Yes, yes," he said coolly, rising, "Show them in then."

"Please have a seat gentlemen," Beckett indicated generously with his sweeping hand, nodding his head to the highly dressed men who had entered his office. They all filed in and set themselves upon the chairs with dignity, though they seemed rather nervous around Beckett. "Gentlemen, we are all now agents of the East India Trading Company," said Beckett, deciding to begin immediately. "No doubt you've heard about my demise from the Caribbean, which was supposed to have happened a few years ago, at the hands of Captain Jack Sparrow. Obviously that is not true however, as I stand before you today, logical men such as yourselves must have reasoned."

"There have been stories," one man said, looking nervously at Beckett. He was rather chubby and sweaty, his fine clothes hardly fitting around his robust waist.

"Yes," said Beckett, "But there are always stories about everything is there not, such as about the war. These stories come from superstitious simple minds who know no better." The man looked slightly ashamed at this, and turned red. "There is a simple explanation for everything, I was in fact shot, but not killed as others had thought and the said pirate led everyone believe. I spent some time recovering, fearing my life at the hands of the pirates. I was terribly ill, but as you can see I stand here before you today because of modern methods which are just being discovered."

"So where have you been all these years?" another man asked shrewdly.

"Well gentlemen," said Beckett, a small smile playing at his lips, "That's why I call you here today. I have been out searching, for… this." He held up a piece of paper. It had cramped writing on it in another language, and a drawing of a stone.

"The stone of victory," gasped one of the men.

"That's just a myth," called out one of the men smugly.

"In fact gentlemen," said Beckett coolly, "This unique object is very real, if not magic. You see our fair king and the Spanish king they have realized the power that this simple stone can give a ruler."

"What power is that?" the fat agent asked, looking greedily.

"The power of the people," said Beckett, "Even if this stone holds no magic, imagine the power that the ruler who possesses it will have. Whoever they fight, with belief in the stone, will crumble immediately. After all if you believe your opponent has complete surety of victory, if you believe that is your fate, then that is the way things will turn out. Men will surrender believing they are crushed before they have even begun fighting, the people will fight more readily, believing they have the certainty of victory, and they will make it so. Having this stone in your hands gentlemen, whoever's hands, will mean the sure winning of this war. And if we can give this stone to our leader, then we will be once more one of the most powerful influences in this country, and the Caribbean. "

"Do you have the stone then?" someone asked.

Beckett grimaced slightly with displeasure, "No," he said, "Unfortunately I do not have the stone. But I know where it is, and if I would be given back my post and the power I had previously gentlemen, I could seize it for the company."

"Why should we do that for you?" a man asked, standing up and looking suspiciously at Beckett. "Last time you had a chance you failed and look at us now. The Company does not forgive readily Beckett. We have more important things to worry about then a mere stone. The king is looking at us to fix his problems now."

"Ah," sighed Beckett, "You speak of the shortage of men do you not, and the people's lack of moral I imagine. I'd rather thought you imagined you had fixed that problem though, using pirates as scapegoats?"

"We cannot bluff to the people forever," the man snapped defensively. "Besides the pirates aren't any easier to get at then the Spanish. There is already grumbling. The people haven't heard of any victories, they hear nothing, and forever the Caribbean is being bombarded with fire. It is only a matter of time before they begin to turn their anger from the pirates and turn it on us. Mere pirates cannot take over a whole port after all, they will begin to realize the Spanish are doing more damage then we've led them to believe."

"Ah see gentlemen," said Beckett smiling coolly, this was what he had been waiting for. "I do believe I have a solution to all your dilemmas. We can very easily get an ample amount of men for the navy, rid ourselves of the nuisance, and still be able to find that stone of victory using one simple thing."

"And what's that?" the spokesmen asked suspiciously.

Beckett smiled once more, pausing for effect. "We will make use of the very pirates themselves."

Some of the main leading agents of the EIC looked mistrustfully at him, others looked scornful, and others even looked fearful. But Beckett knew he had them all where he wanted them, for every one of them, mistrustful, fearful, or scornful, were all listening intently to his every word. He rather imagined that with hardly any trouble at all by this afternoon he would be Lord Beckett a powerful agent of the East India Trading Company once more, then he could begin to put his own plans into action.

"That's it," roared Jack, who had retreated to his cabin after filling Barbossa in on the parts he wanted to. He stormed out of his cabin, brandishing a rather limp pillow, a few feathers still flying from it from a rather nasty rip in its side. "That's bloody it, I'm going to keel haul that bloody dog or so help me."

"What?' began Gibbs at a loss.

"He bloody tore up my cabin mate," said Jack, brandishing the pillow, "He tore up my bed. You know it took me ages to steal pillows which fit my taste."

"Dog?" said Barbossa, stroking his monkey. "Since when have you had a dog?"

"We had a dog," pointed out Jack, "Had being the operative word, once I'm done with him," Jack drew bumbled and drew his sword, turning towards the cabin.

"I hope your not going to hurt the poochie now Cap'n," said Pintel rather worried.

Jack ignored him, flouncing into the cabin. "Oy," he suddenly yelled and there was a crash from within, "Oy you get here you bloody mangy mutt. Oy, no, no, don't do that there, not there. No," there was another crash and the crew all looked at the cabin door rather apprehensively.

Barbossa smiled, "I think I rather like this dog," he said.

Suddenly the cabin door burst open and the dog came out like a flash, Jack hot on its heels brandishing his sword with a flourish.

"I'll get you you mangy mutt," he growled, his eyes trained on the dog which had its ears and tail down. "No one bloody relieves himself on my bed,"

Barbossa laughed heartily, both Jack and the dog turned to him, that was when the dog spotted the monkey and the monkey spotted the dog.

"WOOF," the dog barked loudly, growling, and then suddenly it launched itself on Barbossa, knocking him over and then running over him after the fleeing monkey, still barking.

"Arrgghh," roared Barbossa angrily, getting up. The monkey had taken refuge up in the rigging, screeching down at the dog. The dog stood on the deck, barking and following it's every movement, its hackles up.

Barbossa grabbed his pistol; aiming at the dog he cocked it.

"Oy, oy," said Jack suddenly grabbing the pistol from Barbossa. "Now that's not very nice."

"Give that back," growled Barbossa, "I'm going to shoot the mangy creature."

"I don't think so," said Jack, suddenly grinning, "You see he's my rather particular friend there, and if you shoot him well it ain't very friendly like is it? Besides he looks like he's having fun." He looked towards where the dog stood on the deck, hounding the monkey, which was the bane of his existence. All his anger was forgotten at the sight of the monkey's distress.

"You were going to kill it a moment ago," snapped Barbossa.

"After seeing this, I rather think I like him. Anyway a fellow can change his mind like," retorted Jack making a face. "Anyway you owe me from leaving me behind so there, you can't shoot him. Besides I thought you said you liked him?"

Barbossa arghed in Jack's face and stormed off angrily, turning to the crew. "What are you all looking at, get back to work."

They quickly rushed off, but Jack caught hold of Pintel and Ragetti. "Oy mates," he said, "Clean up my cabin eh, I got a bit of business to attend to." He left the two looking rather forlornly at the shambled cabin as he sauntered off to watch the show of the monkey and the dog, with a full bottle of rum.

After a failed escape attempt once she had woken up, in which Elizabeth had seduced a navy man, and attempted to climb out of the cabin window, the Captain decided to have her seated in the brig. Some of the men were uneasy about it, her being a lady and all, but with her cursing, and fighting, they finally thought it was for the best.

Elizabeth sat in the cell, rather bored. It had been weeks she gathered since she'd been taken from the Pearl. She had rather hoped that Jack and Babrossa would be after her, but that was pirates for you. She frowned and looked at the bars, they fed her well and treated her respectably, despite her protests at being on their ship, but they had still not explained why they had taken her. They seemed to know who she was however. By Elizabeth's counting they had stopped a few times at ports, she was only allowed up on deck when the ship was in the middle of the ocean however, not allowing for much of an escape chance.

They had been met up with two other naval vessels earlier on in their travels and were making at a steady pace. Elizabeth just hoped they would reach their destination soon, and whatever design they had for her, because she spent most of the day bored out of her brains. It was not at all how she had spent her first kidnapping experience, the men were all extremely polite and proper, and their was no fear of any indecent things being suggested to her. Elizabeth almost missed the crude pirates, at least you were sure that something exciting and dangerous would happen when you were kidnapped by them.

"Miss Swann," a naval officer came down and addressed her, two others with him, he bowed slightly.

"It's Miss Turner," Elizabeth reminded him rather roughly, being in rather a foul mood at being confined.

"My apologies Miss Turner," he said ever so politely. "We've reached London, were going to dock soon, I was wondering if you'd like to put this on." He held out a dress, refined and delicate. He blushed somewhat as he held it up to her.

"Why?" asked Elizabeth looking at him dumbly, "And would someone please explain what we are doing or why you've taken me?"

"Hasn't anyone told you miss?" the man asked rather shocked.

"Well Thomas," said one of the men beside her, "She was rather hysterical as it were and the Captain said maybe telling her would work her up even more."

"I was not hysterical," snapped Elizabeth, glaring at the man. So she had gotten into a bit of a temper at being confined and had raged a bit, then pouted and sulked glaring at any officer she saw. She had not been hysterical, merely angry, though she had rather frightened the men, and no one had been eager to bring her food, let alone talk to her.

"So," said Elizabeth archly, "Now your ensured that I won't get hysterical will you kindly explain why I have been kidnapped?"

"Kidnapped," the man gaped, "Miss you weren't kidnapped, we were saving you from those pirates and Davy Jones. You see we went there originally to kill Jones, but then I recognized you and the Captain realized that our first duty was to secure your life, being a lady and the daughter of Governor Swan."

Elizabeth snorted at this, she rather imagined that the Captain had decided to cut his losses.

"Well anyway miss, you see," the man continued, "Your father, he's set up a search party and everything for you, posted a reward to bring you back to him…"

"My father," Elizabeth blurted, excited at the news, "My father's here? He's alive?"

"Why yes miss," the man answered looking awkward, "He's living with the Lady Sylvia in London, she paid his ransom you see. He's the one were taking you too."

Elizabeth felt a weight lift from her, her father was alive, and she was going to see him. She couldn't imagine how worried he would have been. It was then she remembered what she was wearing, she knew she could never see her father in these clothes, never even step into London in these clothes. She quickly grabbed the dress from between the bars. "Well then," she said, "Are you going to allow me to get decent.

"Y…yes," the man stuttered and he and the others quickly scurried up the stairs red with embarrassment.

She quickly began to wriggle out of her clothes and grimaced at the sight of the corset. She sighed, she supposed nothing could be done much about it. The important thing was she was going to see her father, escape would just have to wait.

"Have I ever told you I hate London," Jack grumbled to Barbossa, who merely grunted in response.

"You know mate," Jack muttered again to Barbossa as they peeked around a corner. They were both wearing rather large coats with hoods covering their face. "This'd be so much easier if the naval officers weren't surrounding her carriage."

It was true, about four naval officers, two on each side, hung onto the carriage which both Jack and Barbossa had personally seen Elizabeth getting into. They were now following it as it made slow progression through the congested London traffic.

They had followed the naval ships for a few weeks now, first they had only been able to follow by where Jack gauged they'd go from what they had heard from the ports they passed. Then when they'd spotted them they had found that they had company, two other rather larger naval ships which no one was very eager to face, even with one of Jack's mad plans. Finally they were resigned with following the ships at a very far distance, hoping to find that opportune moment. When the naval ships reached their destination of London, the Black Pearl quickly made away from it into a safer port, which was friendly to pirates and did not end with the hempen jig.

Jack and Barbossa had left the Pearl and it's crew there, deciding to head out themselves on a more inconspicuous ship and gauge the safety of Elizabeth.

"Well, well," said Jack suddenly in a smug voice, actually looking at the wall he was leaning against, "And who's this handsome fellow."

Posted upon the wall was an old wanted poster from years ago, faded and ripped it had a fairly accurate depiction of Jack.

"I can't believe they still have those blasted things," growled Barbossa, looking at one of himself posted beside Jack's.

"Told you so," said Jack holding out his hand, Barbossa snarled but handed him a gold coin. "See, lucky I had the forethought of these cloaks." He tugged at it, grinning, Barbossa shoved him as the carriage began to make way again. Jack quickly ripped the picture of himself from the wall and stowed it in his pocket.

"What's that for?" asked Barbossa as they made their way around the building, to follow the coach.

"Keepsake," said Jack grinning. "The devils handsome after all."

The carriage stopped and Elizabeth peeked out the window eagerly. They had stopped in front of a grand house, obviously owned by a very wealthy person. Elizabeth didn't remember much about her aunt, who was older then her father by a few years. Having left London at a young age all Elizabeth really remembered of her was a rather stern lady who had fought with her father to keep her in London. Thankfully Governor Swann had stood firm over the matter, the only time he had stood firm to his sister. Elizabeth remembered her father once telling her that his sister had been married to a rich Lord Gardener, who had died a few years after the marriage. It explained the grandness of the house, and the servants. The idea that her aunt was a dragon, from her earlier memories, sprung to mind, and it made her feel rather apprehensive.

"All sorted Miss Turner," said the Captain coming towards her, he had alighted from the coach to talk to the doorman. "They will see you now."

He held out his arm to help her down, but Elizabeth quickly managed to scramble down herself, maintaining her independence if not her dignity. She had only managed to have her hair tied back, and her dress was rather askew and she hadn't washed in a while, but it was the best she could do.

She sailed into the house before the Captain, trying to seem dignified and confident. She entered the large entrance hall and looked around at the splendor. A large staircase was there, there was a large painting of a ship on the wall, beautiful drapes and a thick carpet all were within. It was even rather more splendid then her father's mansion at home.

"Why I hope you aren't misleading us Captain," came a voice from behind a door, "We have had a few ridiculous alarms, one well…was even a man… can you imagine."

Then her father came through the door with his rather ridiculous wig and his pompous attire, he saw Elizabeth, and his eyes widened he paled considerably. Elizabeth knew she would be happy to see her father, but she hadn't realized how worried she had been about him until now.

"Oh my girl," he gasped, quickly shortening the distance between them, and taking her in his arms. "I was so worried for you. But what happened to you?"

Elizabeth buried her head in his clothes, not wanting to tell the story just yet, trying to stop the tears that were welling up from falling.

"They took Will," she finally choked out, her problem seeming insurmountable once more.

"Oh my girl," he sighed again sorrowfully, hugging her tighter.

"Well at least we know they ain't got any unsavory plans for her," said Jack, waving the advertisement he had found offering a reward for the return of Elizabeth Swann to her father.

"Well were not getting in there," said Barbossa as they watched the house from a distance.

"Well," began Jack contemplatively. "If we had a ladder and they have a window…"

"No," snapped Barbossa, "No hair brained foolish plans. We don't know who's in there, or how many guards they have. I am not going to risk my life for that girl."

"If we asked around we can find out," pouted Jack.

"Ask around looking like this," Barbossa indicated their appearance.

"Well mate," said Jack unable to resist, "I know you're a bit of an eye sore, but I think I…"

"You know what I mean," growled Barbossa, "With those wanted posters we'd be spotted immediately and any rogue worth his salt wouldn't pass up that reward."

"How do you know I don't have friends?" pouted Jack, rather annoyed that Barbossa was right.

"You Jack," Barbossa scorned, "You haven't been to London in years. You said it yourself, you hate it here. All your contacts will be long dead."

"Fine," snapped Jack, "If you're so clever why don't you think of a plan."

"She doesn't need rescuing anyway," snarled Barbossa, looking at the house. "Her daddy will have her finely seen to."

"Aye," said Jack, "But we need her to get the treasure savvy. Fate told me so. So what do you propose we do?"

Barbossa narrowed his eyes, annoyed, it would have been so much easier if they weren't so well known and if the blasted wanted posters weren't everywhere.

"I wouldn't mind having a few hours in that house," Jack commented conversationally, looking over his shoulder at the mansion. "Imagine all the silver you could steal from there mate."

At this comment Barbossa began to have an idea. "It's not unlike another house we snuck into," he commented cunningly, looking at Jack who was folding the advertisement into an amusing shape. "Do you remember, Sir Gravesham? Do you still have his clothes?"

Jack made a face at the memory, "Yes," he answered not suspecting yet. "Those bloody buckled shoes, and that wig so…" he looked up at Barbossa's face, his eyes wide. He quickly backed away, his hand going protectively to his braided beard.

"Nuh-uh," he said shaking his head adamantly, "It took me ages to grow it back, and that bloody costume is uncomfortable, let alone all the manners."

"There's no other way and you know it," pointed out Barbossa, "Besides," he said, finding it quite fun to have Jack squirming for a change. "I'm sure the powder will be no problem for you at least. You being so used to wearing make up."

"Jack won't do it," scowled Jack like a mutinous child, he crossed his arms. "Lord Gravesham is a bloody poof."

"Yes Jack will," Barbossa retorted firmly. "And if you don't want to be Lord Graveham you can invent some other fellow. As long as you'll be accepted into that mansion as a guest and can get Elizabeth out."

"Actually," said Jack, a spark entering his eyes as he looked down at the folded advertisement, despite himself. "I think I have a better idea mate."

Elizabeth woke up to the sunlight falling in through her window and the sound of the street. She had spent a long night talking to her father, once the naval officers had been paid off. She had only told him a few things about what had happened once the Spanish had taken over Port Royal, a brief over view really.

"You enlisted the help of the pirate again," Governor Swann had asked aghast, his sense of propriety coming over him again.

"Well I had no other choice father," she had said. "Anyway Jack does have some sense of honour."

The Governor had looked skeptical about this. "Well anyway," he said, "You no longer need to maraud around with those pirates. I will have someone looking for William immediately."

Elizabeth didn't say anything, because she did not want to hurt his feelings, but she knew anyone he got out looking for Will, besides Norrington, would be useless. It was only by chance that anyone had found her, and thinking about this Elizabeth frowned.

"Is they're any news on how were fairing in the war?" she asked him.

He looked grave, "No," he answered carefully, "Though there is to be a ball in a weeks time among us higher class of course. Apparently some agents of that infernal Trading Company are going to be announcing something about the war, some plan of theirs, something about the Spanish progress and something about that fellow you mentioned before…that Eagle fellow…"

Elizabeth's eyes widened, she knew that she'd have to join the Pearl sometime, but she also knew she had to be at that ball. This could be the clue she had been waiting for, something to help her find Will. She quickly had changed the subject at her father's concerned comments.

"A week," Elizabeth sighed, standing in front of the window of the room she had been placed in for the night. She would have to wait a week before she could move on. She sighed and turned to bathe and get dressed. She didn't know if she could stand a week in high society, not after everything that had happened.

Elizabeth came downstairs to hubbub, men in livery were rushing around with large cases, parcels and packages. A rather aged shrewd lady stood in the middle of it all, barking orders, her dress almost as wide as the entrance doors. Governor Swann stood at the side, looking rather flustered.

"You girl," the woman suddenly turned to her, making her jump somewhat. "Who are you?"

"Ah sister," said Governor Swann quickly, Elizabeth remembered that he had told her that her aunt had gone to visit a friend. Obviously she was back, and Elizabeth could see why she had thought that she was a dragon when she was younger. "This is my daughter, your niece you know, Elizabeth."

"Pleased to meet you aunt," Elizabeth managed to have the presence of mind to say, making her way down the rest of the stairs.

"You've grown," the woman said abruptly, looking at her up and down. Elizabeth bit back a sarcastic reply to this comment. She clasped her hands behind her back, she had to remind herself that she unfortunately was no longer on a pirate ship, she could not say whatever she wanted, and she was in debt to her aunt who had taken her father, and now her in.

"Yes mam," Elizabeth replied instead trying to be polite.

Her aunt sniffed, she had a rather beaky nose. "Well come on then, the both of you, you look half starved, we shall have breakfast."

She strode purposefully to the dining room, leaving Elizabeth blinking. Governor Swann, looking entirely relieved that his usually out spoken daughter had kept her tongue.

"Come now," he said holding out his arm to her, "We must not keep your aunt waiting.

Elizabeth took it and followed him into a dining room, which was shone as if everything was polished.

"Estrelle," her aunt called, "Estrelle," a pretty maid of about Elizabeth's age appeared and curtsied to her. "Please tell cook to prepare three breakfasts, the usual," she said in a high handed voice, the maid nodded and quickly scurried away.

"I found that young girl on the streets when she was younger," Elizabeth's aunt said suddenly, turning to them. "Really a bedraggled thing, I thought it would be charitable to take her in and civilize her. I think I've done quite a fine job even if I say so myself. Don't you?"

She talked as if the girl was an animal she had taught to do tricks. Elizabeth frowned slightly and did not answer. Her aunt looked at her sharply, and Elizabeth thought she was about to get a thorough analysis, when the doorman came in.

"A visitor for you mam," he said in a droning voice. Aunt Sylvia looked up sharply.

"What, what is this," she said, "Send them away, I told you I do not want to be disturbed, I just came home."

"The young man's quite insistent mam," he replied, "He says he wants to see Miss Elizabeth, he says his name is Mr. William Turner."

It was like the world had stopped for Elizabeth, she heard a gasp from her father.

"But," he began, Elizabeth ignored him, quickly rising she ran past the doorman and out the room. She stopped dead, the melee was still going on in the entrance hall, the foot men rushing around with the cases and parcels. A man stood at the door his back to Elizabeth.

"Will?" Elizabeth called hesitantly.

He turned and then he was sweeping her up in his arms, giving her a deep kiss.

I am evil, I love leaving things in the middle. I couldn't resist mate. So I hope you liked this chapter, please review and tell me what you think, the sooner you review the sooner we can find out what happened savvy. I can't wait till the movie comes out grrrrrrrrrr. Thanks for all the reviews so far, please review and I shall reply.

Sairra : P