Shadows Over the Sea
By Illoria
A/N: I won't be updating this story from August 13 to August 17 because I'm gonna be on vacation. :) Just to let you know! ... But don't go anywhere, k? ;)
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Chapter Seven
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Gradually the next year passed, and Jack was sixteen. It'd been a year since Val, Thomas, Davies, and Harris had departed on their respective pirate ships setting sail away from Tortuga, and Jack had seen Thomas and Davies once since then when their ships had docked in Tortuga. Jack had stayed on the island, and he had gotten an apartment above the smithy where he'd gotten his sword and learned how to use it. He paid off the rent, of course, with the very large sum that he'd fetched by selling the Cavalier.
At first glance it was kind of a stupid thing to do, really, selling her. She was one of the fastest ships around, and a beauty. She'd definitely been the navy's pride for a reason. Jack hadn't really thought anyone would be particularly inclined to sail aboard a ship captained by a fifteen-year-old boy, but just in case, he'd made an open request for crew members at various pubs around Tortuga. Not to his surprise, he hardly got any response.
It was a frustrating thing, really. Jack had the royal navy's flagship at his disposal. She was just waiting there, but he couldn't do anything about it. It was a frustrating thing, really, being captain without a crew. A frustrating thing, and a worthless thing. So Jack had met a man who had walked into the Faithful Bride looking for a ship, and he'd introduced the man to the Cavalier. They must've hit it off, because the man bought her.
And so, that was how Jack came to be living in Tortuga. Sometimes, however, he'd disappear for weeks at a time, hitching rides on various pirate ships to various places in exchange for his services on board. He did come in handy when the pirate ships took detours to prey on other ships that had the misfortune of sailing past them, as Jack was by now very good with that sword. Consequently, he earned himself a favorable reputation among many pirates.
Things were, really, pretty good when Jack's birthday wheeled around again. He was sixteen, but he looked older. His hair was down to his shoulders by now, and there was a substantial amount of trinkets woven into it. There was the coin from the Voyager and the bead from Reggie, and also some trade jewelry and other items of importance to him.
So, he turned sixteen, and then six months passed. Then something happened.
He was in the Faithful Bride, alone with a mug of rum, when above the chaos surrounding him he heard a voice yell, "Jack Sparrow! I'm looking for Jack Sparrow!"
'Curious,' he thought as he cautiously took his feet down from off the table and rose from his chair. The voice yelled out his name again, and he pushed through the crowd until he found the owner of the voice. A gruff looking man stood aside from all the chaos going on in the tavern, and he called out again, "Jack Sparrow!"
Jack walked up to the man. "I'm Jack Sparrow," he introduced himself.
The man shoved a rolled-up piece of parchment into Jack's hands. "Message from William Turner," he said before turning to leave.
Jack's eyes widened a considerable amount, and he quickly left the Faithful Bride. He didn't unroll the parchment until he was back in the apartment, where he eagerly undid the black ribbon tied around the parchment. It unfurled, and Jack scanned the page.
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William Turner and Caroline Roberts
To be wed March 24
The Church of Our Saviour
Port Royal
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Beneath the formal script there was a messily written message from William. 'Jack, I want you to be there,' was all it said.
Jack badly wanted to go to the wedding, and he could get passage to Port Royal easily enough. But the thing of it was, he was technically a wanted man there, considering that he was the one who had commandeered the Cavalier a year ago and the navy would most likely still be in a tither about it, and they might recognize him. He would go, alright, but he'd have to make sure he went as someone else.
A mischievous glint came to his eyes as he considered the prospects.
**
By the next week, Jack was hitching a ride on a pirate ship that had agreed to drop him off in Port Royal. He'd been the one to distract a merchant ship's captain while the crew of that particular pirate ship had snuck down to the ship's stores to plunder whatever they could get their hands on, and so, Jack had earned a favor from the pirate ship's captain.
When the ship sailed into the docks at Port Royal, Jack nodded to the captain. "Many thanks, mates!" he called as the gangplank was let down, and he stepped onto the dock.
William was getting married tomorrow, so Jack had no time to spare. He skirted the main roads on his way to Port Royal's only church, a very fancy one, he realized as he arrived at the place. He stole around to the side of the church, and snuck in through a window. He landed inside a room with a chalkboard and rows of little desks. He recognized it as the room used for Sunday school. A crucifix on the wall seemed to follow Jack as he crept across the room to its only door. Jack felt kind of creepy as he glanced over at the crucifix, and a list of illegal deeds with his name tied into them quickly ran through his head.
He opened the door and stepped into another room. Ah, just what he was looking for. An empty counter lined one wall, and a cabinet was fixed above it. But what Jack was in search of was hanging on a hook from the wall. A full priest's costume at his disposal.
He walked over to the clothing reserved for a priest, noting that it was a bit too big for him, but it would have to do. He removed the outfit from the hook and stuffed it quickly inside an empty sack that he'd brought along. With that, he left through the same window he'd come and got himself a room for the night above a tavern.
**
The next day, Jack quickly put on the priest's robes over his clothes, and planted on his head the mitre that came in handy covering his very 'un-priestly' looking hair. He examined himself in the mirror, turning this way and that. He couldn't help but grin at the notion of him, a pirate, dressed in such holy garments. 'All for you, William,' he thought as he left the inn and walked down the streets. Several passerby bowed their heads to him as he walked by, and he bowed back exaggeratedly. He made his way to the church, and entered through the front door.
No one was there but William, standing in front of the altar. Jack grinned and made his way to the front of the church silently. William whirled around as Jack's robes swished ever so slightly, and looked perplexed only for a second.
"Jack!" William said.
Jack couldn't resist. "That'll be Father Jack to you."
William chuckled and shook his head. "I knew you'd find a way." He gestured toward the priest's getup.
Jack shrugged.
"Thanks for coming," William said. "The wedding is at noon. I'm just here…"
"To 'scout out' the place?" Jack filled in. "Get him used to you?" He nodded toward the crucifix.
William didn't answer. Instead, he said, "So, what have you been doing?"
"Oh, this and that," Jack said nonchalantly. "Priestly duties. You know." He grinned.
"No, really," William pressed.
"I'm living in Tortuga, as you must've figured out," Jack conceded. "Hopping pirate ships. Pillaging, plundering, so forth. I sold the Cavalier."
"What about the crew?"
"They joined other crews."
William nodded. "So where are you going during the ceremony?"
"Where should I go?" Jack asked.
"I'd recommend you just… stay to the side." He gestured to the entrance of the church. "Look inconspicuous. Blend in."
"I'm a priest, how much more do you want me to 'blend'?"
"You know what I mean," William conceded.
There was a moment of silence. Then Jack smirked.
"So you're getting married?" he said.
William nodded. "So I am."
**
William eventually had to leave the church, and Jack wasn't sure quite what to do with himself. He resorted to standing at the entrance to the church trying to look… priestly, he supposed.
People began arriving at the church. Jack nodded to them as they walked in, and they said, "Hello, Father," to him. Jack tried to contain his smirks, as the whole thing was hugely amusing to him. A woman sat over at the piano; a few people sat in various places in the pews. Jack waited. Many people filed in and took their places in the pews. Caroline's family and friends, they must've been.
The tolling bells coming from the church's tower told Jack that it was noon. The piano player struck up a tune, and the doors opened beside him. The real priest entered carrying a cross (luckily he was looking straight ahead, and paid no notice to the impostor priest). When the priest was at the altar, the piano player switched songs. A woman took long strides through the entrance, on the arm of an older man. Jack scanned the bride's face, eager to see Caroline for the first time. She was pretty; but the most noticeable thing about her was the brilliant green of her eyes.
The bride parted with her father at the altar, and she stood waiting for her groom. When William entered, Jack caught his eyes for a brief moment before he made his way to the altar and stood facing Caroline.
The ceremony was carried out, and William and Caroline kissed on the altar. After the kiss broke, it was announced that the reception would take place at Caroline's father's house. The pianist struck up the tune of a psalm again as the priest left the church, and then William and Caroline filed out, followed by the guests. Not surprisingly, William came back into the church shortly afterward, taking Caroline with him.
"Congratulations, William," Jack said with a wink.
William was beaming. Caroline was confused.
"You know the priest…?" she asked.
Jack couldn't help it. He burst out laughing.
"Shhh…" William shushed his new wife. "He's not a priest. In fact, this here is Jack Sparrow. Known him since he was six…" William shook his head. "Let's just say we've seen a lot together, eh? But Jack – this… is Caroline." He presented her to Jack, putting his arm around her shoulder. She grinned.
"Pleasure," Jack said, bringing Caroline's hand to his lips and kissing it softly. He leaned in to William and whispered, "Don't be jealous, William. You get her tonight."
William shook his head and chuckled.
"Are you coming to the reception?" Caroline asked Jack.
Jack shook his head, regret evident on his face. "Unfortunately, no," he said. "I have to go."
William looked disappointed, but he knew it wasn't a good idea for Jack to be going to the reception. William obviously had to go himself, but he was lingering. "It really means a lot to me," he said to Jack. "That you came."
Jack bowed slightly and said, "I wouldn't have missed it."
A pause. Then William said regretfully, "We have to be going."
"It's alright," Jack said. "Come to Tortuga sometime and I'll give you a proper reception."
William grinned. "I'll take you up on that."
Another pause. "See you, Jack," William said.
"Sooner than you'd think," Jack promised.
**
Jack left the church after William and Caroline feeling slightly lonely. He shook it off as he walked down the streets of Port Royal. Passing the marketplace, he couldn't resist plucking a coin-filled pouch from its unattended place at one of the stalls.
His little theft was, he'd soon realize, not a smart move. For he'd only taken a few steps when the trader he'd stolen it from was right by his side, examining Jack with a very confused look upon his face. The trader opened his mouth to speak, but clamped it shut shortly after. He was utterly perplexed at the priest who'd just stolen his money.
Jack was nervous about being caught, but even more nervous about the trader finding out about him being an impostor priest, which he would certainly find out…
"You…" the man started. "Father? You… Er…"
Jack opened his hand to reveal the pouch. He quickly thought of a last-ditch effort to save his neck. "My mistake… my child. You see, I was trying to teach you a lesson. 'Thou shalt not steal.' See, I was just demonstrating what you shouldn't do. A new way of teaching the commandments, you see."
The man looked at Jack very skeptically.
And in that instant, something that was most definitely not in Jack's favor happened. A bag of apples spilled from a passing cart, and Jack tripped over one, his priest's headwear falling off in the process, exposing his unruly long hair strung with trade jewelry.
The trader scowled and started chasing after Jack as soon as Jack had picked himself up and started running away. This guy just didn't want to give up. Jack didn't look back for a while as he cut through alleys trying to lose the trader, but he was still on his tail. Not only that, but the sight of a priest being chased had attracted the attention of two red-coated members of the royal navy, who were chasing after the trader chasing after Jack. Eventually, he found himself cornered in a dead end of an alley. His eyes darted around for some sort of an escape, but there was nothing. Oh, he was in trouble.
The trader skidded to a halt, and the navy members stopped in back of the trader. "What is going on here?" one of the red-coats demanded.
"He stole from me!" the trader stated, pointing an accusing finger at Jack. "Not to mention he is impersonating a priest."
The navy members exchanged wide-eyed glances, and then quickly ganged up on Jack. Each took one of his arms.
"This is a direct violation…" one of them said, proceeding to rattle off the codes and rules that Jack was currently in violation of.
"State your name," the red-coat finally finished.
"Smith," Jack said quickly. "Allan Smith."
The red-coat rolled his eyes. "State your name," he repeated.
"Allan Smith," Jack repeated.
The red-coated brought a gun up to Jack's head. "State. Your. Name."
"Jack Sparrow," he said.
The man lowered the gun and pressed it to Jack's back instead. "Come with us," he ordered.
The royal navy members proceeded to drag Jack off to the Port Royal prison. Just outside of the building, though, Jack noticed an opportunity. Only one navy member currently had a hold on Jack, as the other one was unlocking the door to the prison. The gun was still pressed to his back… but… Jack didn't have time to debate it, he just had to escape and this looked like his only shot. He whirled around in the red-coat's grip and grabbed the gun from the man in one quick motion. The other navy member rushed over quickly, but the one who had been holding Jack in place had loosened his grip enough for Jack to slip out from his arms. He pointed the gun at them, and taking steps backward he reached under the priest's robes and unsheathed his sword, which he also pointed at the navy members.
One red-coat was slowly advancing on Jack, while the other pulled out his gun. Jack whirled around and starting bolting immediately, taking them off-guard. Both of them ran after him, but he dodged into an alley, losing them for a moment. But not for long. He heard their footsteps coming, and without anything else to do, he ducked into a building. Looking around, he noticed it was the kitchen of someone's house. He stepped quietly through, making his way to the other side of the house and hoping fervently that no one was home. Luck really wasn't on his side today – a woman stepped in through the front door just as he was about to step out through it.
She shrieked shortly. Jack quickly folded his hands and bowed slightly. Straightening, he said, "I suspect I'll be seeing you at Mass this Sunday." With that, he exited the house and closed the front door behind him.
He starting running again as soon as he was outside, knowing he wouldn't be able to throw off the navy for long. He ran to the docks and scanned the rows of ships, hoping against hopes that the pirate ship he'd arrived on yesterday had for some reason lingered there. Luck suddenly switched sides, as he spotted the ship sailing out of port, but not too far away. Without a second thought he threw off the priest's robes, leaving him in just his regular clothes, and he waded into the water and dived under as soon as it was deep enough.
He swam out to the ship and waved frantically up to the man at the helm. The man looked down at him with a shocked look on his face, and yelled for rope. The rope came quickly, and he threw it down to Jack.
Jack fell onto the deck. "Many thanks, mates!"
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A/N: You know I couldn't resist telling the story of this particular illegal endeavor of Jack's. *grin* =) And I had an awful lot of fun doing it... considering that it's past 1:12 AM as I write this! hehe.
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By Illoria
A/N: I won't be updating this story from August 13 to August 17 because I'm gonna be on vacation. :) Just to let you know! ... But don't go anywhere, k? ;)
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Chapter Seven
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Gradually the next year passed, and Jack was sixteen. It'd been a year since Val, Thomas, Davies, and Harris had departed on their respective pirate ships setting sail away from Tortuga, and Jack had seen Thomas and Davies once since then when their ships had docked in Tortuga. Jack had stayed on the island, and he had gotten an apartment above the smithy where he'd gotten his sword and learned how to use it. He paid off the rent, of course, with the very large sum that he'd fetched by selling the Cavalier.
At first glance it was kind of a stupid thing to do, really, selling her. She was one of the fastest ships around, and a beauty. She'd definitely been the navy's pride for a reason. Jack hadn't really thought anyone would be particularly inclined to sail aboard a ship captained by a fifteen-year-old boy, but just in case, he'd made an open request for crew members at various pubs around Tortuga. Not to his surprise, he hardly got any response.
It was a frustrating thing, really. Jack had the royal navy's flagship at his disposal. She was just waiting there, but he couldn't do anything about it. It was a frustrating thing, really, being captain without a crew. A frustrating thing, and a worthless thing. So Jack had met a man who had walked into the Faithful Bride looking for a ship, and he'd introduced the man to the Cavalier. They must've hit it off, because the man bought her.
And so, that was how Jack came to be living in Tortuga. Sometimes, however, he'd disappear for weeks at a time, hitching rides on various pirate ships to various places in exchange for his services on board. He did come in handy when the pirate ships took detours to prey on other ships that had the misfortune of sailing past them, as Jack was by now very good with that sword. Consequently, he earned himself a favorable reputation among many pirates.
Things were, really, pretty good when Jack's birthday wheeled around again. He was sixteen, but he looked older. His hair was down to his shoulders by now, and there was a substantial amount of trinkets woven into it. There was the coin from the Voyager and the bead from Reggie, and also some trade jewelry and other items of importance to him.
So, he turned sixteen, and then six months passed. Then something happened.
He was in the Faithful Bride, alone with a mug of rum, when above the chaos surrounding him he heard a voice yell, "Jack Sparrow! I'm looking for Jack Sparrow!"
'Curious,' he thought as he cautiously took his feet down from off the table and rose from his chair. The voice yelled out his name again, and he pushed through the crowd until he found the owner of the voice. A gruff looking man stood aside from all the chaos going on in the tavern, and he called out again, "Jack Sparrow!"
Jack walked up to the man. "I'm Jack Sparrow," he introduced himself.
The man shoved a rolled-up piece of parchment into Jack's hands. "Message from William Turner," he said before turning to leave.
Jack's eyes widened a considerable amount, and he quickly left the Faithful Bride. He didn't unroll the parchment until he was back in the apartment, where he eagerly undid the black ribbon tied around the parchment. It unfurled, and Jack scanned the page.
------
William Turner and Caroline Roberts
To be wed March 24
The Church of Our Saviour
Port Royal
------
Beneath the formal script there was a messily written message from William. 'Jack, I want you to be there,' was all it said.
Jack badly wanted to go to the wedding, and he could get passage to Port Royal easily enough. But the thing of it was, he was technically a wanted man there, considering that he was the one who had commandeered the Cavalier a year ago and the navy would most likely still be in a tither about it, and they might recognize him. He would go, alright, but he'd have to make sure he went as someone else.
A mischievous glint came to his eyes as he considered the prospects.
**
By the next week, Jack was hitching a ride on a pirate ship that had agreed to drop him off in Port Royal. He'd been the one to distract a merchant ship's captain while the crew of that particular pirate ship had snuck down to the ship's stores to plunder whatever they could get their hands on, and so, Jack had earned a favor from the pirate ship's captain.
When the ship sailed into the docks at Port Royal, Jack nodded to the captain. "Many thanks, mates!" he called as the gangplank was let down, and he stepped onto the dock.
William was getting married tomorrow, so Jack had no time to spare. He skirted the main roads on his way to Port Royal's only church, a very fancy one, he realized as he arrived at the place. He stole around to the side of the church, and snuck in through a window. He landed inside a room with a chalkboard and rows of little desks. He recognized it as the room used for Sunday school. A crucifix on the wall seemed to follow Jack as he crept across the room to its only door. Jack felt kind of creepy as he glanced over at the crucifix, and a list of illegal deeds with his name tied into them quickly ran through his head.
He opened the door and stepped into another room. Ah, just what he was looking for. An empty counter lined one wall, and a cabinet was fixed above it. But what Jack was in search of was hanging on a hook from the wall. A full priest's costume at his disposal.
He walked over to the clothing reserved for a priest, noting that it was a bit too big for him, but it would have to do. He removed the outfit from the hook and stuffed it quickly inside an empty sack that he'd brought along. With that, he left through the same window he'd come and got himself a room for the night above a tavern.
**
The next day, Jack quickly put on the priest's robes over his clothes, and planted on his head the mitre that came in handy covering his very 'un-priestly' looking hair. He examined himself in the mirror, turning this way and that. He couldn't help but grin at the notion of him, a pirate, dressed in such holy garments. 'All for you, William,' he thought as he left the inn and walked down the streets. Several passerby bowed their heads to him as he walked by, and he bowed back exaggeratedly. He made his way to the church, and entered through the front door.
No one was there but William, standing in front of the altar. Jack grinned and made his way to the front of the church silently. William whirled around as Jack's robes swished ever so slightly, and looked perplexed only for a second.
"Jack!" William said.
Jack couldn't resist. "That'll be Father Jack to you."
William chuckled and shook his head. "I knew you'd find a way." He gestured toward the priest's getup.
Jack shrugged.
"Thanks for coming," William said. "The wedding is at noon. I'm just here…"
"To 'scout out' the place?" Jack filled in. "Get him used to you?" He nodded toward the crucifix.
William didn't answer. Instead, he said, "So, what have you been doing?"
"Oh, this and that," Jack said nonchalantly. "Priestly duties. You know." He grinned.
"No, really," William pressed.
"I'm living in Tortuga, as you must've figured out," Jack conceded. "Hopping pirate ships. Pillaging, plundering, so forth. I sold the Cavalier."
"What about the crew?"
"They joined other crews."
William nodded. "So where are you going during the ceremony?"
"Where should I go?" Jack asked.
"I'd recommend you just… stay to the side." He gestured to the entrance of the church. "Look inconspicuous. Blend in."
"I'm a priest, how much more do you want me to 'blend'?"
"You know what I mean," William conceded.
There was a moment of silence. Then Jack smirked.
"So you're getting married?" he said.
William nodded. "So I am."
**
William eventually had to leave the church, and Jack wasn't sure quite what to do with himself. He resorted to standing at the entrance to the church trying to look… priestly, he supposed.
People began arriving at the church. Jack nodded to them as they walked in, and they said, "Hello, Father," to him. Jack tried to contain his smirks, as the whole thing was hugely amusing to him. A woman sat over at the piano; a few people sat in various places in the pews. Jack waited. Many people filed in and took their places in the pews. Caroline's family and friends, they must've been.
The tolling bells coming from the church's tower told Jack that it was noon. The piano player struck up a tune, and the doors opened beside him. The real priest entered carrying a cross (luckily he was looking straight ahead, and paid no notice to the impostor priest). When the priest was at the altar, the piano player switched songs. A woman took long strides through the entrance, on the arm of an older man. Jack scanned the bride's face, eager to see Caroline for the first time. She was pretty; but the most noticeable thing about her was the brilliant green of her eyes.
The bride parted with her father at the altar, and she stood waiting for her groom. When William entered, Jack caught his eyes for a brief moment before he made his way to the altar and stood facing Caroline.
The ceremony was carried out, and William and Caroline kissed on the altar. After the kiss broke, it was announced that the reception would take place at Caroline's father's house. The pianist struck up the tune of a psalm again as the priest left the church, and then William and Caroline filed out, followed by the guests. Not surprisingly, William came back into the church shortly afterward, taking Caroline with him.
"Congratulations, William," Jack said with a wink.
William was beaming. Caroline was confused.
"You know the priest…?" she asked.
Jack couldn't help it. He burst out laughing.
"Shhh…" William shushed his new wife. "He's not a priest. In fact, this here is Jack Sparrow. Known him since he was six…" William shook his head. "Let's just say we've seen a lot together, eh? But Jack – this… is Caroline." He presented her to Jack, putting his arm around her shoulder. She grinned.
"Pleasure," Jack said, bringing Caroline's hand to his lips and kissing it softly. He leaned in to William and whispered, "Don't be jealous, William. You get her tonight."
William shook his head and chuckled.
"Are you coming to the reception?" Caroline asked Jack.
Jack shook his head, regret evident on his face. "Unfortunately, no," he said. "I have to go."
William looked disappointed, but he knew it wasn't a good idea for Jack to be going to the reception. William obviously had to go himself, but he was lingering. "It really means a lot to me," he said to Jack. "That you came."
Jack bowed slightly and said, "I wouldn't have missed it."
A pause. Then William said regretfully, "We have to be going."
"It's alright," Jack said. "Come to Tortuga sometime and I'll give you a proper reception."
William grinned. "I'll take you up on that."
Another pause. "See you, Jack," William said.
"Sooner than you'd think," Jack promised.
**
Jack left the church after William and Caroline feeling slightly lonely. He shook it off as he walked down the streets of Port Royal. Passing the marketplace, he couldn't resist plucking a coin-filled pouch from its unattended place at one of the stalls.
His little theft was, he'd soon realize, not a smart move. For he'd only taken a few steps when the trader he'd stolen it from was right by his side, examining Jack with a very confused look upon his face. The trader opened his mouth to speak, but clamped it shut shortly after. He was utterly perplexed at the priest who'd just stolen his money.
Jack was nervous about being caught, but even more nervous about the trader finding out about him being an impostor priest, which he would certainly find out…
"You…" the man started. "Father? You… Er…"
Jack opened his hand to reveal the pouch. He quickly thought of a last-ditch effort to save his neck. "My mistake… my child. You see, I was trying to teach you a lesson. 'Thou shalt not steal.' See, I was just demonstrating what you shouldn't do. A new way of teaching the commandments, you see."
The man looked at Jack very skeptically.
And in that instant, something that was most definitely not in Jack's favor happened. A bag of apples spilled from a passing cart, and Jack tripped over one, his priest's headwear falling off in the process, exposing his unruly long hair strung with trade jewelry.
The trader scowled and started chasing after Jack as soon as Jack had picked himself up and started running away. This guy just didn't want to give up. Jack didn't look back for a while as he cut through alleys trying to lose the trader, but he was still on his tail. Not only that, but the sight of a priest being chased had attracted the attention of two red-coated members of the royal navy, who were chasing after the trader chasing after Jack. Eventually, he found himself cornered in a dead end of an alley. His eyes darted around for some sort of an escape, but there was nothing. Oh, he was in trouble.
The trader skidded to a halt, and the navy members stopped in back of the trader. "What is going on here?" one of the red-coats demanded.
"He stole from me!" the trader stated, pointing an accusing finger at Jack. "Not to mention he is impersonating a priest."
The navy members exchanged wide-eyed glances, and then quickly ganged up on Jack. Each took one of his arms.
"This is a direct violation…" one of them said, proceeding to rattle off the codes and rules that Jack was currently in violation of.
"State your name," the red-coat finally finished.
"Smith," Jack said quickly. "Allan Smith."
The red-coat rolled his eyes. "State your name," he repeated.
"Allan Smith," Jack repeated.
The red-coated brought a gun up to Jack's head. "State. Your. Name."
"Jack Sparrow," he said.
The man lowered the gun and pressed it to Jack's back instead. "Come with us," he ordered.
The royal navy members proceeded to drag Jack off to the Port Royal prison. Just outside of the building, though, Jack noticed an opportunity. Only one navy member currently had a hold on Jack, as the other one was unlocking the door to the prison. The gun was still pressed to his back… but… Jack didn't have time to debate it, he just had to escape and this looked like his only shot. He whirled around in the red-coat's grip and grabbed the gun from the man in one quick motion. The other navy member rushed over quickly, but the one who had been holding Jack in place had loosened his grip enough for Jack to slip out from his arms. He pointed the gun at them, and taking steps backward he reached under the priest's robes and unsheathed his sword, which he also pointed at the navy members.
One red-coat was slowly advancing on Jack, while the other pulled out his gun. Jack whirled around and starting bolting immediately, taking them off-guard. Both of them ran after him, but he dodged into an alley, losing them for a moment. But not for long. He heard their footsteps coming, and without anything else to do, he ducked into a building. Looking around, he noticed it was the kitchen of someone's house. He stepped quietly through, making his way to the other side of the house and hoping fervently that no one was home. Luck really wasn't on his side today – a woman stepped in through the front door just as he was about to step out through it.
She shrieked shortly. Jack quickly folded his hands and bowed slightly. Straightening, he said, "I suspect I'll be seeing you at Mass this Sunday." With that, he exited the house and closed the front door behind him.
He starting running again as soon as he was outside, knowing he wouldn't be able to throw off the navy for long. He ran to the docks and scanned the rows of ships, hoping against hopes that the pirate ship he'd arrived on yesterday had for some reason lingered there. Luck suddenly switched sides, as he spotted the ship sailing out of port, but not too far away. Without a second thought he threw off the priest's robes, leaving him in just his regular clothes, and he waded into the water and dived under as soon as it was deep enough.
He swam out to the ship and waved frantically up to the man at the helm. The man looked down at him with a shocked look on his face, and yelled for rope. The rope came quickly, and he threw it down to Jack.
Jack fell onto the deck. "Many thanks, mates!"
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A/N: You know I couldn't resist telling the story of this particular illegal endeavor of Jack's. *grin* =) And I had an awful lot of fun doing it... considering that it's past 1:12 AM as I write this! hehe.
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