"You will be doing the ceremony yourself I presume, Governor?" Commodore
Norrington asked the much older man. The Governor was sat with some papers
infront of him at a desk while Norrington stood with his hat tucked under
his arm as they conversed. "Oh absolutely. Not only do I get to be the
proud father but I get to do the honors of pronouncing them both!" "A fine
task" The Commodore agreed. "Not a task my lad, but one of the most
splendid moments in my life." "That is indeed saying something sir".
There was a pause between them in which Norrington contemplated whether or
not to bring up the situation of the possibility that Jack Sparrow, the
pirate they had almost sent to the gallows had he not escaped the last
time, would show up for the occasion.
"What's on your mind Commodore Norrington?" The Governor finally asked of
the younger man.
"Jack Sparrow." He replied.
"Ah, yes. I was wondering when you would bring him up." The governor stood
up and walked over to the window, he glanced outside then looked back at
Norrington "If he does happen to decide to attend the wedding what say we
just let whatever wrong doings he's done in the past lie silently for the
duration of his stay. I want things to go smoothly for my daughter on the
day"
"Yes sir. I am willing to let things lie silent, just this once. However
the name Jack Sparrow and the word silent aren't commonly found in the same
sentence"
"No worries Commodore, we will still keep a watchful eye on him if he does
appear."
A knock was heard on the door "Enter" the Governor said and one of the
maids came into the room "Miss Swann and Mr Turner, sir" she curtsied and
Elizabeth and Will entered the room. The maid curtsied again and exited the
room closing the door behind her.
"I hope we haven't missed anything?" Elizabeth asked as she sat down in a
chair.
"Not at all. We couldn't begin without you both here" The Governor
reassured the two who had just entered.
"If you will excuse me Governor? Miss Swann." Norrinton bowed his head
twice to them and reluctantly bowed to Will "Mr Turner." Then took his
leave from the room.
"I hope you forgive our lateness? My fault entirely," Will started
"I've just been treated to my wedding gift" Elizabeth smiled
The Governor smiled and nodded "And how did you like it?"
"I was a little taken aback at first but - wait a minute. Why do I get the
idea that you knew about it?"
"I may have had a slight inkling" he said heartily "And I may have been the
one who helped Will find the perfect ship for you"
"Both of you are too sneaky!"
"In matters such as this that can be a good thing" Will stated grinning.
The water hit at the ship's bow with each rocking crash. The water itself as blue as the sky, the horizon seemingly not breaking the two apart in the distance. The corals beneath being the only distinguishable thing that one was looking at the ocean. At the bow of the ship stood Jack Sparrow. His hands resting on the wooden sides, he watched with memories running through his mind as they turned into the harbor of Port Royal. The town seemed to be alive in the midday sun. The people going about their daily rituals and the scenery, the trees swaying in the gently breeze. What really caught his eye though were the ships docked. He could see one that wasn't there the last time he was here. If he didn't love the Pearl so much he would have his crew commandeer that ship and make off with it. However he wasn't here this time around to take somebody's ship. "Anchor her!" he heard Anna Maria shout from the helm and immediately the men ran to release the anchors. Gradually the ship slowed down in a place fit for it to stay harbored for a day or two. Since the Black Pearl had been stripped of its last captain, Barbossa, the ship had been improved. Holes had been filled. Cannons replaced (not exactly bought, more borrowed from other ships without them knowing) same can be said for the sails. All the while keeping her dark demeanour, but could be easy to mistake her now as a different ship. No longer was she damned to the same fate as Barbossa had been. "Lower the boat!" Anna was heard to yell again. Jack took a step back and turned, making his way to where the boat was being lowered. "Try not to miss me while I'm gone, savvy?" "Oh, we won't." Gibbs said truthfully, but grumpily. Jack held onto a rope with one hand and placed one foot on the side of the ship. He looked back at Gibbs "Look mate, if they say you can come to the do I'll have one of Norrers' men sail over and tell you to lift your arses up from not sweeping the decks and come join us. Otherwise you could actually sweep the decks while I'm gone and not mope around on your arses because you didn't merit an invitation." "Aye, alright." Gibbs replied sounding a little more pleased. Obviously he wasn't agreeing to sweep the decks while Jack was gone, though. More the prospect of a free celebration. Jack stepped up onto the side with both feet then began to disappear over the side climbing down the rungs "Look after my darling!" were his last words, obviously referring to the ship. He staggered into the small boat, took hold of the oars with both hands and began to row to shore. The direction the boat was being rowed made it able for him to watch as the Black Pearl and it's crew got a little further away with each sweep of the oars in the clear water, "Last time I left them alone on my ship they.. ah, Jack," he stopped himself "best not to be thinking of bad memories". He turned his head around every now and again to see where he was going till he eventually got to shore. He splashed over the side of the small boat into the shallow water and began to pull it in, before some of the seamen on the shore did it for him. He watched them as they did it, when they finished they stood expecting him to give them some money. "That will be a shilling, sir, for your boat to stay here" Jack took one step forward to look at the boat "Ah, seems I've made a mistake mate. This isn't my boat, I must've gotten in the wrong one again." He turned on his heel and started up the shore leaving the two men standing next to the boat confused over what to say or do. True enough it wasn't his boat. They had also borrowed that without permission from another ship too. He walked over a small bridge above a small stream and headed into the streets of Port Royal. No time like the present to go visit Will, but there was also the matter of having to find himself a drink at the closest watering hole. He contemplated this as he stood at a crossroad looking up at a sign, one arrow pointing to the "Port Inn" another arrow to the "Blacksmiths". His feet started to walk in the direction of the inn but his mind fought it and he turned and headed up the street that would connect to the Blacksmiths. Surprisingly for him when he turned a corner he almost fell over a sleeping form leaning against a dirty wall. "Wait a minute. I've heard those snores before" he leaned over slightly to get a better look at the sleeping mans face "Ah, senior 'smith." He muttered as he recognized the face as that of J. Brown. Current owner of the building Will slaves in. Jack's dark eyes shot to the bottle of rum that was held in Browns' hand ". and if I'm not mistaken, the last time you offered me a drink I found the delivery of it quite painful. I'll be taking that if you wouldn't -bloody - mind" he said as he tried to pry the bottle out of his hand. When at last he was able to salvage the bottle he fell back a bit before regaining his balance. "Cheers" he threw the bottle from one hand to the other, popped the cork and took a drink. "Might want to get drunk some place a little more comfortable next time, mate" he slurred a little then turned and made his way down some steps that ended right outside the Smithery. He looked up at the sign then knocked on the door, "What're you doin'?" he asked himself then tried the doorhandle. Try as he did the handle wouldn't budge "Great" he grumbled. He looked around and saw no suitable bench or other place to sit, so decided to keep the statue in the small arch company 'til the person he wanted should happen by. "jus' you an' me" he said up to the statue, then looked down at the bottle grinning "and the rum."
The water hit at the ship's bow with each rocking crash. The water itself as blue as the sky, the horizon seemingly not breaking the two apart in the distance. The corals beneath being the only distinguishable thing that one was looking at the ocean. At the bow of the ship stood Jack Sparrow. His hands resting on the wooden sides, he watched with memories running through his mind as they turned into the harbor of Port Royal. The town seemed to be alive in the midday sun. The people going about their daily rituals and the scenery, the trees swaying in the gently breeze. What really caught his eye though were the ships docked. He could see one that wasn't there the last time he was here. If he didn't love the Pearl so much he would have his crew commandeer that ship and make off with it. However he wasn't here this time around to take somebody's ship. "Anchor her!" he heard Anna Maria shout from the helm and immediately the men ran to release the anchors. Gradually the ship slowed down in a place fit for it to stay harbored for a day or two. Since the Black Pearl had been stripped of its last captain, Barbossa, the ship had been improved. Holes had been filled. Cannons replaced (not exactly bought, more borrowed from other ships without them knowing) same can be said for the sails. All the while keeping her dark demeanour, but could be easy to mistake her now as a different ship. No longer was she damned to the same fate as Barbossa had been. "Lower the boat!" Anna was heard to yell again. Jack took a step back and turned, making his way to where the boat was being lowered. "Try not to miss me while I'm gone, savvy?" "Oh, we won't." Gibbs said truthfully, but grumpily. Jack held onto a rope with one hand and placed one foot on the side of the ship. He looked back at Gibbs "Look mate, if they say you can come to the do I'll have one of Norrers' men sail over and tell you to lift your arses up from not sweeping the decks and come join us. Otherwise you could actually sweep the decks while I'm gone and not mope around on your arses because you didn't merit an invitation." "Aye, alright." Gibbs replied sounding a little more pleased. Obviously he wasn't agreeing to sweep the decks while Jack was gone, though. More the prospect of a free celebration. Jack stepped up onto the side with both feet then began to disappear over the side climbing down the rungs "Look after my darling!" were his last words, obviously referring to the ship. He staggered into the small boat, took hold of the oars with both hands and began to row to shore. The direction the boat was being rowed made it able for him to watch as the Black Pearl and it's crew got a little further away with each sweep of the oars in the clear water, "Last time I left them alone on my ship they.. ah, Jack," he stopped himself "best not to be thinking of bad memories". He turned his head around every now and again to see where he was going till he eventually got to shore. He splashed over the side of the small boat into the shallow water and began to pull it in, before some of the seamen on the shore did it for him. He watched them as they did it, when they finished they stood expecting him to give them some money. "That will be a shilling, sir, for your boat to stay here" Jack took one step forward to look at the boat "Ah, seems I've made a mistake mate. This isn't my boat, I must've gotten in the wrong one again." He turned on his heel and started up the shore leaving the two men standing next to the boat confused over what to say or do. True enough it wasn't his boat. They had also borrowed that without permission from another ship too. He walked over a small bridge above a small stream and headed into the streets of Port Royal. No time like the present to go visit Will, but there was also the matter of having to find himself a drink at the closest watering hole. He contemplated this as he stood at a crossroad looking up at a sign, one arrow pointing to the "Port Inn" another arrow to the "Blacksmiths". His feet started to walk in the direction of the inn but his mind fought it and he turned and headed up the street that would connect to the Blacksmiths. Surprisingly for him when he turned a corner he almost fell over a sleeping form leaning against a dirty wall. "Wait a minute. I've heard those snores before" he leaned over slightly to get a better look at the sleeping mans face "Ah, senior 'smith." He muttered as he recognized the face as that of J. Brown. Current owner of the building Will slaves in. Jack's dark eyes shot to the bottle of rum that was held in Browns' hand ". and if I'm not mistaken, the last time you offered me a drink I found the delivery of it quite painful. I'll be taking that if you wouldn't -bloody - mind" he said as he tried to pry the bottle out of his hand. When at last he was able to salvage the bottle he fell back a bit before regaining his balance. "Cheers" he threw the bottle from one hand to the other, popped the cork and took a drink. "Might want to get drunk some place a little more comfortable next time, mate" he slurred a little then turned and made his way down some steps that ended right outside the Smithery. He looked up at the sign then knocked on the door, "What're you doin'?" he asked himself then tried the doorhandle. Try as he did the handle wouldn't budge "Great" he grumbled. He looked around and saw no suitable bench or other place to sit, so decided to keep the statue in the small arch company 'til the person he wanted should happen by. "jus' you an' me" he said up to the statue, then looked down at the bottle grinning "and the rum."