~Here's chappy 2. Please review. I noticed that I spelled Port Royale "Port Royal" but I'm gonna keep it that way to keep everything constant, lol. BTW, if you like Elizabeth, this story isn't for you...~
Disclaimer: Same as before...Imagine! Captain Jack in my house catering to my every whim...oh yeah. ^.~
Chapter 2
Jack woke the next morning with a throbbing headache. The sun was seeping into the room through small cracks in the velvet curtains. Jack sat up and took account of where he was, massaging his temple. He could vaguely remember coming to Port Royal, but the rest of the evening seemed to be a blur.
He noticed his coat and vest on a chair in the corner and his boots on the floor nearby. He reached up to the top of his head.
"Where's my bloody hat?" Jack wondered aloud, looking around. He saw it hanging from one of the bedposts. As he reached for it he heard the door scrape open towards the other end of the room. A maid entered and Jack screamed pulling the covers to his chin as if he had something to hide. The woman dropped the clothes she had been carrying and let out a scream as well.
"Forgive me," Jack apologized. The maid shook her head,
"No, forgive me. I thought you were still asleep...Here, Master William has sent these for you. He and Miss Elizabeth have already begun breakfast."
"Right, thanks love." The woman smiled and left the room after placing his change of clothes on the chair with his coat.
Jack got out of bed and opened the heavy curtains revealing a stunning view of the harbor below. He could still see the Pearl bobbing by the dock. He dressed and went downstairs.
On the way down, a young woman of about 17 entered through the massive wooden doors in the entry way. She glanced up at Jack and then cast her eyes down as she hurried away.
"They are out on the veranda, Mr. Sparrow," a butler informed him. Jack nodded.
"It's Captain Sparrow, savvy?" Jack muttered as he headed towards the garden.
Will and Elizabeth sat at a table also overlooking the harbor with breakfast pastries covering the table.
"Good morning, Jack," Will greeted him.
"Jack it's wonderful to see you...sober," Elizabeth smiled.
"Same to you, love," Jack grinned, remembering the night on the island. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and grinned slyly.
"Well have a seat. Anything to drink?" Will asked offering a chair next to him.
"Got any rum?"
"I think after last night, you've had your month's fill."
"Right, tea's fine then. Lots of sugar, though."
"Would you like breakfast?" Elizabeth asked.
"No thanks, my stomach's not quite right just yet," Jack winced. The thought of food made him feel ill. He received his tea and placed several cubes of sugar in it.
"Have you discussed my proposition with Elizabeth?" Jack asked, taking a sip if his sweet tea.
"Yes," Will said, "and we decided we cannot go with you. We have our life here to attend to."
"Right, I thought that'd be the case," Jack sighed.
"I'm sorry, Jack," Will said apologetically, shaking his head.
Jack nodded and gazed off into the bay below them.
"Jack, do you remember the poster from last night? The Captain BlackHeart poster?" Will asked suddenly. Jack thought for a moment and then scowled.
"That bloody poster covered my own. Since when is BlackHeart the most fearsome?" Jack growled.
"Jack, he burned an entire town to the ground and took 24 women hostage," Elizabeth answered solemnly.
"Was he the one whom hell spat back out?" Jack asked, getting a bit flustered.
"That legend was true?" Will put in quickly.
"Well...no, but it does help my image, don't you think?"
"Anyway, Jack," Elizabeth continued, giving Will a sharp glance for getting sidetracked, "by having your poster covered up, you're safer. People aren't hunting for you." Jack wanted to protest but he knew he was better off this way.
Jack turned his gaze back to the harbor and watched the small figures below. He noticed a group of several men in red coats going down one of the docks. They approached the Pearl and stopped in front of it.
"What in the hell?" Jack murmured. Elizabeth and Will turned to see what held Jack's interest and saw the group as they boarded the Pearl.
"They're taking her! Bloody bilge rats!" Jack hollered getting to his feet. Jack started off down the hill at a run.
"Jack, where are you going?" Elizabeth cried. Will jumped up and caught Jack's shoulder.
"I'm going to keelhaul those rotters for trying to take the Pearl." Jack started off down the hill again but was hampered by Will's grasp.
"Jack!...They know you're here," Will said gravely, "They're going to come looking for you."
"So much for my safer way of life."
"Will, we've got to hide him. They'd hang him ten times over if they could," Elizabeth said, joining the two.
"Right, let's get him inside." They led Jack through the garden and back into the house. They were making there way for the cellar when there was a knock on the door. One of the butlers went to answer it.
"Wait!" Elizabeth shrieked. The man stopped, hand outstretched. Will looked around and pushed Jack into a near-by cupboard, locking the door behind him. Jack sat in the dark, ear pressed against the door, listening to the scene outside.
"Go ahead," Will prompted. Jack heard the door creak open and an official sounding voice began to speak,
"Is the Master home?" he asked.
"That is me, sir," Will said.
"The navy has reason to believe you are hiding a fugitive in your home, a one Jack Sparrow?" the official voice asked.
"Captain!" Jack growled under his breath.
"Is he in town?" Elizabeth asked in mock surprise.
"As a matter of fact, his ship was pointed out this morning by an undisclosed source."
"A source?" Will asked.
"Yes."
"Well, we haven't seen him. Perhaps he's drunk in an alley somewhere?" Elizabeth suggested.
"If he hasn't turned up by tomorrow afternoon, we will be back to search your house," the man informed them, "Good day." Jack heard the front door close and waited for Will to unlock the cupboard door.
Jack stepped out and looked from Will to Elizabeth.
"You can't stay here, Jack," Will said solemnly.
"But I can't leave Port Royal without my ship or crew," Jack replied.
"True, but you can leave our house," Will said gravely, casting his eyes to the floor, "It's dangerous for us to have you here."
"Help me get my ship back, then and I'll leave you," Jack said, a little hurt. Will shook his head.
"Tell you what," Jack unsheathed his cutlass and brought it to Elizabeth's neck, "You help me get what's important to me and what's important to you," Jack nodded his head at Elizabeth, "stays safe."
"You wouldn't," Will growled.
"No, you wouldn't, but a pirate like myself..." Jack raised his eyebrows letting his voice trail off.
"Alright. Tomorrow morning, before dawn, we'll go commandeer your ship back," Will offered looking longingly at Elizabeth.
"And my crew?"
"I'll find them, myself."
"Right, anything stupid and I won't think twice about taking Elizabeth. But, she must come with us tomorrow for...insurance, savvy?"
"Yes." Jack pushed Elizabeth back towards Will who caught her in his arms.
"May as well get a start on the search," Will said bitterly. Will left the house to search for Jack's crew as he promised and Jack went to watch where his ship was taken, leaving Elizabeth in the entryway, shaking her head.
"They'll be the death of each other..." she muttered.
***
Jack sat in the garden for the better part of the morning and into the afternoon, watching his ship. The navy took it to the private docks where it could be properly watched. Surprisingly, no men where stationed aboard.
"Waiting for me to come for it, aren't ya?" Jack chuckled to himself, "I'm not stupid enough to try and get it in broad daylight, ya bloody whelps." Even after his ship had been moved, Jack stayed where he was. He watched the merchant ships come in and dock and others leave. He badly wanted to return to his ship and leave. AnaMaria had been right, it wasn't worth it.
***
Later that evening, Will returned from his search.
"Did you find my crew?" Jack asked.
"They're staying at the Rusty Anchor, which doesn't surprise me..."
"Good, you talked to them I assume?"
"Yes, they're going to meet us down at the dock in the morning to help get your ship."
"Well, I watched them take the Pearl and they've got her chained with the navy's ships, under guard. They'll hoping I'll come for it."
"Wonderful," Will muttered, "and that's exactly what were going to do."
"We'll be needing some of your tools to get the lock open, so we'll be making an extra stop tomorrow morning."
"Lock picking is easy enough, it's not being seen that's going to be hard."
"We'll have my crew to help us," Jack said quietly, saying it in a way to hint that he preferred his crew over Will at this point.
"Time for dinner, you two," Elizabeth informed them, entering the foyer immediately sensing the anger between them. She went to Will and hugged him. Will, in turn, placed a light kiss upon Elizabeth's forehead. Jack watched them with a scowl on his face and made his way to the front door.
"Where are you going?" Will asked.
"I'm going to get some rum," Jack said sternly, placing his hat on his head.
"You can't leave, Jack. You'll be killed," Elizabeth sighed, stepping between Jack and the door.
"On second thought, go ahead," Will grinned.
"Right, don't you want me out?" Jack growled
"William!" Elizabeth frowned at him, "Jack, we may find it dangerous to have you here but we don't want you dead. Now, we have some rum here," she told Jack, comfortingly. Jack clenched his teeth and put his hat back on the rack.
"Fine." A servant brought Jack a bottle and Jack stormed upstairs.
"Can't leave this bloody house," Jack growled. He entered his room and noticed a window open. He peered outside and found a considerable amount of space on the roof for him to sit. He crawled out and sat on the shingles, bracing himself with his feet. He would have jumped down and gone to a tavern, but the drop would have broken both of his ankles and he thought better of it.
Instead, Jack listened to the crickets as he took immense swigs from his bottle. He finished the bottle and lay down, gazing at the full moon. Soft breezes carried the smell of the sea up to Jack, relaxing him. Soon a mixture of the alcohol and the warm, Caribbean breeze put Jack to sleep, right where he was on the roof. The image of the beautiful woman swam into his head. She seemed to call to him, asking for him to find her.
"But where are you?" Jack wondered to himself as his dream faded.
***
Jack woke the next morning when a hand grabbed his shoulder. He opened his eyes to find it was still dark out. He turned to see Will hanging out the window.
"There you are. Why are you out here?" Will asked. Jack shrugged,
"Fell asleep out here," Jack grinned devilishly as he climbed through the window. He landed quietly, especially for a man his size.
"Jack, I'm sorry I got mad at you yesterday. I should have been more willing to help you after you've helped me so many times."
"No hard feelings mate. We had better get going, I'll grab my effects." Jack started across the room and stopped when Will spoke,
"We found out who alerted the Navy of your presence, Jack."
TBC
~I hope that chapter wasn't toooo boring. I'll get the next chapter up soon. It'll be more interesting, scout's honor! *Holds up three fingers* ~
Disclaimer: Same as before...Imagine! Captain Jack in my house catering to my every whim...oh yeah. ^.~
Chapter 2
Jack woke the next morning with a throbbing headache. The sun was seeping into the room through small cracks in the velvet curtains. Jack sat up and took account of where he was, massaging his temple. He could vaguely remember coming to Port Royal, but the rest of the evening seemed to be a blur.
He noticed his coat and vest on a chair in the corner and his boots on the floor nearby. He reached up to the top of his head.
"Where's my bloody hat?" Jack wondered aloud, looking around. He saw it hanging from one of the bedposts. As he reached for it he heard the door scrape open towards the other end of the room. A maid entered and Jack screamed pulling the covers to his chin as if he had something to hide. The woman dropped the clothes she had been carrying and let out a scream as well.
"Forgive me," Jack apologized. The maid shook her head,
"No, forgive me. I thought you were still asleep...Here, Master William has sent these for you. He and Miss Elizabeth have already begun breakfast."
"Right, thanks love." The woman smiled and left the room after placing his change of clothes on the chair with his coat.
Jack got out of bed and opened the heavy curtains revealing a stunning view of the harbor below. He could still see the Pearl bobbing by the dock. He dressed and went downstairs.
On the way down, a young woman of about 17 entered through the massive wooden doors in the entry way. She glanced up at Jack and then cast her eyes down as she hurried away.
"They are out on the veranda, Mr. Sparrow," a butler informed him. Jack nodded.
"It's Captain Sparrow, savvy?" Jack muttered as he headed towards the garden.
Will and Elizabeth sat at a table also overlooking the harbor with breakfast pastries covering the table.
"Good morning, Jack," Will greeted him.
"Jack it's wonderful to see you...sober," Elizabeth smiled.
"Same to you, love," Jack grinned, remembering the night on the island. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and grinned slyly.
"Well have a seat. Anything to drink?" Will asked offering a chair next to him.
"Got any rum?"
"I think after last night, you've had your month's fill."
"Right, tea's fine then. Lots of sugar, though."
"Would you like breakfast?" Elizabeth asked.
"No thanks, my stomach's not quite right just yet," Jack winced. The thought of food made him feel ill. He received his tea and placed several cubes of sugar in it.
"Have you discussed my proposition with Elizabeth?" Jack asked, taking a sip if his sweet tea.
"Yes," Will said, "and we decided we cannot go with you. We have our life here to attend to."
"Right, I thought that'd be the case," Jack sighed.
"I'm sorry, Jack," Will said apologetically, shaking his head.
Jack nodded and gazed off into the bay below them.
"Jack, do you remember the poster from last night? The Captain BlackHeart poster?" Will asked suddenly. Jack thought for a moment and then scowled.
"That bloody poster covered my own. Since when is BlackHeart the most fearsome?" Jack growled.
"Jack, he burned an entire town to the ground and took 24 women hostage," Elizabeth answered solemnly.
"Was he the one whom hell spat back out?" Jack asked, getting a bit flustered.
"That legend was true?" Will put in quickly.
"Well...no, but it does help my image, don't you think?"
"Anyway, Jack," Elizabeth continued, giving Will a sharp glance for getting sidetracked, "by having your poster covered up, you're safer. People aren't hunting for you." Jack wanted to protest but he knew he was better off this way.
Jack turned his gaze back to the harbor and watched the small figures below. He noticed a group of several men in red coats going down one of the docks. They approached the Pearl and stopped in front of it.
"What in the hell?" Jack murmured. Elizabeth and Will turned to see what held Jack's interest and saw the group as they boarded the Pearl.
"They're taking her! Bloody bilge rats!" Jack hollered getting to his feet. Jack started off down the hill at a run.
"Jack, where are you going?" Elizabeth cried. Will jumped up and caught Jack's shoulder.
"I'm going to keelhaul those rotters for trying to take the Pearl." Jack started off down the hill again but was hampered by Will's grasp.
"Jack!...They know you're here," Will said gravely, "They're going to come looking for you."
"So much for my safer way of life."
"Will, we've got to hide him. They'd hang him ten times over if they could," Elizabeth said, joining the two.
"Right, let's get him inside." They led Jack through the garden and back into the house. They were making there way for the cellar when there was a knock on the door. One of the butlers went to answer it.
"Wait!" Elizabeth shrieked. The man stopped, hand outstretched. Will looked around and pushed Jack into a near-by cupboard, locking the door behind him. Jack sat in the dark, ear pressed against the door, listening to the scene outside.
"Go ahead," Will prompted. Jack heard the door creak open and an official sounding voice began to speak,
"Is the Master home?" he asked.
"That is me, sir," Will said.
"The navy has reason to believe you are hiding a fugitive in your home, a one Jack Sparrow?" the official voice asked.
"Captain!" Jack growled under his breath.
"Is he in town?" Elizabeth asked in mock surprise.
"As a matter of fact, his ship was pointed out this morning by an undisclosed source."
"A source?" Will asked.
"Yes."
"Well, we haven't seen him. Perhaps he's drunk in an alley somewhere?" Elizabeth suggested.
"If he hasn't turned up by tomorrow afternoon, we will be back to search your house," the man informed them, "Good day." Jack heard the front door close and waited for Will to unlock the cupboard door.
Jack stepped out and looked from Will to Elizabeth.
"You can't stay here, Jack," Will said solemnly.
"But I can't leave Port Royal without my ship or crew," Jack replied.
"True, but you can leave our house," Will said gravely, casting his eyes to the floor, "It's dangerous for us to have you here."
"Help me get my ship back, then and I'll leave you," Jack said, a little hurt. Will shook his head.
"Tell you what," Jack unsheathed his cutlass and brought it to Elizabeth's neck, "You help me get what's important to me and what's important to you," Jack nodded his head at Elizabeth, "stays safe."
"You wouldn't," Will growled.
"No, you wouldn't, but a pirate like myself..." Jack raised his eyebrows letting his voice trail off.
"Alright. Tomorrow morning, before dawn, we'll go commandeer your ship back," Will offered looking longingly at Elizabeth.
"And my crew?"
"I'll find them, myself."
"Right, anything stupid and I won't think twice about taking Elizabeth. But, she must come with us tomorrow for...insurance, savvy?"
"Yes." Jack pushed Elizabeth back towards Will who caught her in his arms.
"May as well get a start on the search," Will said bitterly. Will left the house to search for Jack's crew as he promised and Jack went to watch where his ship was taken, leaving Elizabeth in the entryway, shaking her head.
"They'll be the death of each other..." she muttered.
***
Jack sat in the garden for the better part of the morning and into the afternoon, watching his ship. The navy took it to the private docks where it could be properly watched. Surprisingly, no men where stationed aboard.
"Waiting for me to come for it, aren't ya?" Jack chuckled to himself, "I'm not stupid enough to try and get it in broad daylight, ya bloody whelps." Even after his ship had been moved, Jack stayed where he was. He watched the merchant ships come in and dock and others leave. He badly wanted to return to his ship and leave. AnaMaria had been right, it wasn't worth it.
***
Later that evening, Will returned from his search.
"Did you find my crew?" Jack asked.
"They're staying at the Rusty Anchor, which doesn't surprise me..."
"Good, you talked to them I assume?"
"Yes, they're going to meet us down at the dock in the morning to help get your ship."
"Well, I watched them take the Pearl and they've got her chained with the navy's ships, under guard. They'll hoping I'll come for it."
"Wonderful," Will muttered, "and that's exactly what were going to do."
"We'll be needing some of your tools to get the lock open, so we'll be making an extra stop tomorrow morning."
"Lock picking is easy enough, it's not being seen that's going to be hard."
"We'll have my crew to help us," Jack said quietly, saying it in a way to hint that he preferred his crew over Will at this point.
"Time for dinner, you two," Elizabeth informed them, entering the foyer immediately sensing the anger between them. She went to Will and hugged him. Will, in turn, placed a light kiss upon Elizabeth's forehead. Jack watched them with a scowl on his face and made his way to the front door.
"Where are you going?" Will asked.
"I'm going to get some rum," Jack said sternly, placing his hat on his head.
"You can't leave, Jack. You'll be killed," Elizabeth sighed, stepping between Jack and the door.
"On second thought, go ahead," Will grinned.
"Right, don't you want me out?" Jack growled
"William!" Elizabeth frowned at him, "Jack, we may find it dangerous to have you here but we don't want you dead. Now, we have some rum here," she told Jack, comfortingly. Jack clenched his teeth and put his hat back on the rack.
"Fine." A servant brought Jack a bottle and Jack stormed upstairs.
"Can't leave this bloody house," Jack growled. He entered his room and noticed a window open. He peered outside and found a considerable amount of space on the roof for him to sit. He crawled out and sat on the shingles, bracing himself with his feet. He would have jumped down and gone to a tavern, but the drop would have broken both of his ankles and he thought better of it.
Instead, Jack listened to the crickets as he took immense swigs from his bottle. He finished the bottle and lay down, gazing at the full moon. Soft breezes carried the smell of the sea up to Jack, relaxing him. Soon a mixture of the alcohol and the warm, Caribbean breeze put Jack to sleep, right where he was on the roof. The image of the beautiful woman swam into his head. She seemed to call to him, asking for him to find her.
"But where are you?" Jack wondered to himself as his dream faded.
***
Jack woke the next morning when a hand grabbed his shoulder. He opened his eyes to find it was still dark out. He turned to see Will hanging out the window.
"There you are. Why are you out here?" Will asked. Jack shrugged,
"Fell asleep out here," Jack grinned devilishly as he climbed through the window. He landed quietly, especially for a man his size.
"Jack, I'm sorry I got mad at you yesterday. I should have been more willing to help you after you've helped me so many times."
"No hard feelings mate. We had better get going, I'll grab my effects." Jack started across the room and stopped when Will spoke,
"We found out who alerted the Navy of your presence, Jack."
TBC
~I hope that chapter wasn't toooo boring. I'll get the next chapter up soon. It'll be more interesting, scout's honor! *Holds up three fingers* ~
