Chapter Five:
(A.N. Sorry, Norrington was promoted. Janson is my own character, created to be the arch-villain of the story. Sorry the other chapter was short, I was being hurried. Hope you enjoy!)
Will and Jack darted out into the streets, hiding in shadows, and then running down the next street. It was important to gain distance between them and the governor's house as soon as possible.
When they believed the soldiers were a good distance off, and that they weren't in danger of being discovered, Will and Jack came to a halt. Will leaned against the wall of a nearby building, panting. It had been a good distance that they had just ran, and both men were out of breath.
"S-so," Will said, still getting his breath. "What's the plan."
"Well," Jack said, straitening up. "There is only one thing for certain. I was stabbed in the back by my own business associates."
Will frowned. "What?"
"A man called Travis Daynabi. Captain Travis Daynabi. We were going to go after the king's treasure together. He was the only one who could have known I was here." Jack shrugged, starting down the street again.
Agitated, Will started after him. "Commodore Janson has his own spies all over the place. How do you know it was your man's fault?"
"I've been dealing with pirates for almost all of my life." Jack said, shrugging. "I can tell when they don't feel like sharing the loot."
"Be that as it my," Will said, "It's a fifty-fifty chance that it could be Janson or your fellow Travis. How will we decide?"
"Well that's simple Matey." Jack said. "If there was any trouble I told Captain Travis to meet me at your shop."
This time Will really frowned. "Why my shop Jack?"
Jack paused, blinking. "I really don't know. It just felt like a good idea at the time." He turned and started walking down the road.
Will sighed angrily, and followed his friend, Captain Jack Sparrow.
***Later***
They weren't far from the shop now, and Jack was again becoming strangely quiet. Will took this as a bad sign, since Jack was never quiet when things were going well.
Silently, the two friends walked up to the outside of the shop. Will looked in through the front windows and noticed the ran-sacked look of the shop. The soldiers had definitely went through the shop and house looking for something, but now they had left it in a mess. He didn't see too many things broken or shredded, and that was a relief.
Jack opened the door to the shop and cautiously stepped inside. Will followed him into the dark shop.
"It doesn't look like they're-"
"Shh!" Jack said forcefully. "Don't you hear that?"
Will paused. "What?"
Jack looked around, seeing a flicker of light under the bed, like a flame. The sound was like steam evaporating from a kettle. It was a sound he knew well. Suddenly, he saw the odd shapes that were here and there, and heard what he had earlier guessed was sand beneath his boots. Suddenly his heart was almost in his mouth.
Will was suddenly jerked off his feet when Jack grabbed him by the arm while he was doing a million miles a minute sprint to the door. "Wha-"
"Black powder!" Jack screamed, as he practically dragged Will out the front door of the shop.
When they were about twelve feet away, they were thrown face-first to the ground by a very large explosion. Fire filled the sky, and Will could feel the heat from it against his back. The roar of the explosion shook the ground.
Jack was the first to stand up, dusting himself off he was still shaking from the adrenalin rush. "Looks like we missed them." He said after a while. Then he laughed that crazy shaky laugh he always did when he had barely escaped death yet again. "Looks like Lady Luck is still with us. Huh matey?" Jack paused, noticing that his companion hadn't stood up yet and was only kneeling in the dirt and staring into the flames that were now enveloping the shop. "You okay Will?"
Will had trouble understanding Jack's question. He couldn't take his eyes away from the shop. It felt like suddenly had a very large rock in his stomach. "That was my home Jack." Will murmured. He didn't want to rant, or cry, but he suddenly felt so unfairly treated by fate it was unbelievable. "I worked and starved for it. That was my life." He finally looked away, still somewhat in shock. Everything he could make a living with was in that shop, and all of his savings as well. "What am I going to tell Elizabeth."
Jack Sparrow watched as his friend's shop and house burned. He had seen many buildings burn, he was a pirate and that was part of what he did. But he'd never seen the reaction to it except perhaps the screaming for buckets of water. He suddenly felt the hard pain of the guilt he had tried to ignore. In short, he was responsible for the ruin of his friend's life. Will was right. It had been his entire fault, and he suddenly felt terrible about it. "I'm sorry Will." Jack said quietly. "We'll get the pirates who did this, and we'll get that rat Janson. By this adventure's end, you'll be twice the richer you ever were."
Will looked up at Jack, his dark eyes reflecting the light of the fire. Burning. But his response wasn't angry, he knew that if he let himself be anything close to angry he'd eventually be furious. That wouldn't get them anywhere. "Whatever you say, Jack."
Jack held out his hand, and Will took it. Jack hauled him up. "At least now we know." He said simply. "It's the Pirates who are responsible for our trouble. Trust me Will." Jack said. "Captain Sparrow still has something up his sleeve."
Will nodded silently.
Jack grinned slightly, trying to lighten the mood. "Now this, is very depressing. Let's go get a drink."
Will glanced at Jack, and shrugged. Trust Jack to come up with the dumbest ideas.
***Red Roof Cantina***
The smells and sounds of the cantina night life was not totally unpleasant. The scent of the spicy food, mixed with the smell of spilled beer created a tangy atmosphere. The music that the dancing girls bounced around to, and the raucous laughter of those who already and one or three too many made it hard to carry on an easy conversation, but who cared. The character Jack was talking to was just as colorful as the cantina they sat in.
"Listen Gonzales, you've got grudges against this guy too. I know he's been around." Jack said to a large man with a black beard and very tall.
Gonzales shook his head, his feathered hat swishing with the movement. He wore fine cloths and good boots, not what Will usually associated with a pirate. "I'm here to give my men some tome to enjoy their fun. What's worth going after that swine Travis?"
"I would do it myself Gonzales." Jack whispered. "But the Pearl is waiting for me in a place I cannot disclose for a reason I shouldn't talk about."
"I still have no reason Jack." Gonzales said with a thick Spanish accent. He might be a big man, but he was no fool.
Jack motioned for Gonzales to lean in closer, and when the other pirate captain had, Jack whispered. "How about all the king's loot at Pinnacle Island?"
Will watched as Gonzales's eyes bulged and knew instantly where the man's loyalties lied, and that was in his own purse.
"I was swindled." Jack said. "Captain Travis stabbed me in the back."
"Teaches you to deal with such disreputable people." Gonzales said.
Jack glared at the other captain. "Do we have the deal or not? Half of the king's treasure. Sound's good to me."
Gonzales nodded. "Deal. Excuse me gentlemen. I must gather my crew."
To BE COntineued
(A.N. Sorry, Norrington was promoted. Janson is my own character, created to be the arch-villain of the story. Sorry the other chapter was short, I was being hurried. Hope you enjoy!)
Will and Jack darted out into the streets, hiding in shadows, and then running down the next street. It was important to gain distance between them and the governor's house as soon as possible.
When they believed the soldiers were a good distance off, and that they weren't in danger of being discovered, Will and Jack came to a halt. Will leaned against the wall of a nearby building, panting. It had been a good distance that they had just ran, and both men were out of breath.
"S-so," Will said, still getting his breath. "What's the plan."
"Well," Jack said, straitening up. "There is only one thing for certain. I was stabbed in the back by my own business associates."
Will frowned. "What?"
"A man called Travis Daynabi. Captain Travis Daynabi. We were going to go after the king's treasure together. He was the only one who could have known I was here." Jack shrugged, starting down the street again.
Agitated, Will started after him. "Commodore Janson has his own spies all over the place. How do you know it was your man's fault?"
"I've been dealing with pirates for almost all of my life." Jack said, shrugging. "I can tell when they don't feel like sharing the loot."
"Be that as it my," Will said, "It's a fifty-fifty chance that it could be Janson or your fellow Travis. How will we decide?"
"Well that's simple Matey." Jack said. "If there was any trouble I told Captain Travis to meet me at your shop."
This time Will really frowned. "Why my shop Jack?"
Jack paused, blinking. "I really don't know. It just felt like a good idea at the time." He turned and started walking down the road.
Will sighed angrily, and followed his friend, Captain Jack Sparrow.
***Later***
They weren't far from the shop now, and Jack was again becoming strangely quiet. Will took this as a bad sign, since Jack was never quiet when things were going well.
Silently, the two friends walked up to the outside of the shop. Will looked in through the front windows and noticed the ran-sacked look of the shop. The soldiers had definitely went through the shop and house looking for something, but now they had left it in a mess. He didn't see too many things broken or shredded, and that was a relief.
Jack opened the door to the shop and cautiously stepped inside. Will followed him into the dark shop.
"It doesn't look like they're-"
"Shh!" Jack said forcefully. "Don't you hear that?"
Will paused. "What?"
Jack looked around, seeing a flicker of light under the bed, like a flame. The sound was like steam evaporating from a kettle. It was a sound he knew well. Suddenly, he saw the odd shapes that were here and there, and heard what he had earlier guessed was sand beneath his boots. Suddenly his heart was almost in his mouth.
Will was suddenly jerked off his feet when Jack grabbed him by the arm while he was doing a million miles a minute sprint to the door. "Wha-"
"Black powder!" Jack screamed, as he practically dragged Will out the front door of the shop.
When they were about twelve feet away, they were thrown face-first to the ground by a very large explosion. Fire filled the sky, and Will could feel the heat from it against his back. The roar of the explosion shook the ground.
Jack was the first to stand up, dusting himself off he was still shaking from the adrenalin rush. "Looks like we missed them." He said after a while. Then he laughed that crazy shaky laugh he always did when he had barely escaped death yet again. "Looks like Lady Luck is still with us. Huh matey?" Jack paused, noticing that his companion hadn't stood up yet and was only kneeling in the dirt and staring into the flames that were now enveloping the shop. "You okay Will?"
Will had trouble understanding Jack's question. He couldn't take his eyes away from the shop. It felt like suddenly had a very large rock in his stomach. "That was my home Jack." Will murmured. He didn't want to rant, or cry, but he suddenly felt so unfairly treated by fate it was unbelievable. "I worked and starved for it. That was my life." He finally looked away, still somewhat in shock. Everything he could make a living with was in that shop, and all of his savings as well. "What am I going to tell Elizabeth."
Jack Sparrow watched as his friend's shop and house burned. He had seen many buildings burn, he was a pirate and that was part of what he did. But he'd never seen the reaction to it except perhaps the screaming for buckets of water. He suddenly felt the hard pain of the guilt he had tried to ignore. In short, he was responsible for the ruin of his friend's life. Will was right. It had been his entire fault, and he suddenly felt terrible about it. "I'm sorry Will." Jack said quietly. "We'll get the pirates who did this, and we'll get that rat Janson. By this adventure's end, you'll be twice the richer you ever were."
Will looked up at Jack, his dark eyes reflecting the light of the fire. Burning. But his response wasn't angry, he knew that if he let himself be anything close to angry he'd eventually be furious. That wouldn't get them anywhere. "Whatever you say, Jack."
Jack held out his hand, and Will took it. Jack hauled him up. "At least now we know." He said simply. "It's the Pirates who are responsible for our trouble. Trust me Will." Jack said. "Captain Sparrow still has something up his sleeve."
Will nodded silently.
Jack grinned slightly, trying to lighten the mood. "Now this, is very depressing. Let's go get a drink."
Will glanced at Jack, and shrugged. Trust Jack to come up with the dumbest ideas.
***Red Roof Cantina***
The smells and sounds of the cantina night life was not totally unpleasant. The scent of the spicy food, mixed with the smell of spilled beer created a tangy atmosphere. The music that the dancing girls bounced around to, and the raucous laughter of those who already and one or three too many made it hard to carry on an easy conversation, but who cared. The character Jack was talking to was just as colorful as the cantina they sat in.
"Listen Gonzales, you've got grudges against this guy too. I know he's been around." Jack said to a large man with a black beard and very tall.
Gonzales shook his head, his feathered hat swishing with the movement. He wore fine cloths and good boots, not what Will usually associated with a pirate. "I'm here to give my men some tome to enjoy their fun. What's worth going after that swine Travis?"
"I would do it myself Gonzales." Jack whispered. "But the Pearl is waiting for me in a place I cannot disclose for a reason I shouldn't talk about."
"I still have no reason Jack." Gonzales said with a thick Spanish accent. He might be a big man, but he was no fool.
Jack motioned for Gonzales to lean in closer, and when the other pirate captain had, Jack whispered. "How about all the king's loot at Pinnacle Island?"
Will watched as Gonzales's eyes bulged and knew instantly where the man's loyalties lied, and that was in his own purse.
"I was swindled." Jack said. "Captain Travis stabbed me in the back."
"Teaches you to deal with such disreputable people." Gonzales said.
Jack glared at the other captain. "Do we have the deal or not? Half of the king's treasure. Sound's good to me."
Gonzales nodded. "Deal. Excuse me gentlemen. I must gather my crew."
To BE COntineued
