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Chapter Seventeen
Gibbs had managed to reach the governor's house without being seen, though he had had a close call with a passerby, where he had had to jump into a bush and hide for a few moments to avoid being spotted by the woman who had stopped. He needed to reach Bootstrap's son and let him know what had happened. Maybe he would know what to do.
He was aware of the guards at the entrance to the gates, but he didn't need to fret – he was entering through the back where there were no guards. He had expected at least one or two, but there were none. He was grateful but thought it rather stupid not to put guards back there as well.
He hurried as quietly as he could to the back entrance and found that it was, surprisingly, unlocked. Guess everyone's thick enough ta come in at the front, he thought, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at other people's apparent stupidity, but still glad that it was not locked as he pulled the door open and stepped inside. He made sure the door made no noise when I closed behind him, and then looked around to see no one. Good. He didn't feel like putting up with any idiot who would try to immediately capture him and bring him to the Governor. That could get messy.
He moved through the house, searching for the boy, not finding him, and ignoring the nice things he saw that were surely worth lots of money. He had no time to steal; there were more important matter at hand, and he knew it. He might be a pirate, but he knew what an emergency was.
He entered the living room and suddenly stopped as if he had run into an invisible wall when as he caught sight of the maid, or one of the maids, dusting furniture. His eyes widened in surprise and he quickly stepped back silently and headed in the other direction. Close one.
Soon he had gone throughout the entire bottom floor and had found no other person. The boy had to be upstairs. Or maybe out of the house. . .that wouldn't be good. He couldn't go exploring the whole town for one boy, not when he would surely be stopped by many and questioned. He headed up the stairs, careful to be quiet, and as he reached the landing he saw many doors and had no idea which to enter. He couldn't risk going into a room and coming face-to-face with the godforsaken Governor. He would be thrown in jail, unless the boy spoke up for him, which he didn't know if he would or not. He noticed a door at the end of the hall and decided to try that one, praying that he wouldn't meet the Governor on the other side.
He opened the door to see Will and Elizabeth standing near the window, Will behind her with his head on her shoulder and his arms wrapped around her. They were both gazing out at the view, and had been talking quietly when Gibbs had entered. Both of them turned around swiftly to look at him, and relaxed when they realized who it was.
"Mr. Gibbs?" Will said in a questioning voice. Why is he here? he wondered curiously. What did Jack get into now? It had to be something to do with his friend; he knew it did.
"Aye," he replied, sounding worried. "Somethin's happened an' I thought that ya might be able ta help."
"What is it?" Elizabeth asked. Will let go of her and they both kept their eyes on the man in front of them.
"Well. . .I'm not exactly sure, actually. . .ya see, we was all on the Black Pearl an'. . .well, see there were these three girls – teenagers – that we found an' they needed ta smash some medallion fer somethin', I don't quite know what, an' when they did, they jus'. . .disappeared, an' so did Jack. Somethin' tells me he wasn't sposed ta go with 'em, wherever they went."
Elizabeth burst out laughing, thinking it was a joke, but Will's serious face caused her to stop.
"Would they be the same teenagers that came to me earlier today?" he asked Gibbs.
"Aye." He nodded.
"So Jack is here?"
"WAS here. The ship's hidden around the other side o' the island."
Will's eyebrows rose and lowered as he took in the information. "So the Black Pearl's right here?"
"Aye." Another nod.
"You actually believe him?" Elizabeth asked her fiancé, as if she thought him insane.
"Well, I. . .it's just that. . ." He searched for words.
"You believe that Jack Sparrow and three teenage girls just disappeared into thin air?"
"Do ye think that I woulda come all the way here and risked bein' caught an' hanged if I was lyin'?" Gibbs said.
"He's got a point, Elizabeth," Will told her. "And besides, three teenage girls came to me earlier today and they were the ones who told me to tell your father to order the Navy to destroy that ship. They said they were friends of Jack, and they told me everything that happened before with Ba'bossa. How else could they have known?"
"Well, yes, but still – it's insane! Just vanishing into thin air." She threw out her hand for emphasis, nearly smacking Will in the face.
"Maybe not. Last year you would've thought that immortal pirates that could turn into skeletons in the moonlight were insane." He raised his eyebrows with a hint of a grin.
She gave him a look. "But that's different, I mean – that's still more believable than four people just disappearing into nothing."
"Maybe for you. But I think that maybe, just maybe, Gibbs is telling the truth." He turned to Gibbs. "Possibly." He looked back at Elizabeth. "And you know, he's right – he risked his life by coming here. I don't think he would do that unless it was an emergency."
Elizabeth didn't know what to say. She knew that these two men had a point; there was no way Gibbs would have come had it not been something of utmost importance. But. . .just disappearing like that? It couldn't be possible.
After several seconds of silence, Will asked, "So why did you come to us?"
"Well, actually, I came ta you, seein' as how you were with 'im the whole time when all o' that was goin' on. I thought maybe ya might know what ta do."
"Well if you're really telling the truth – then I'll help in any way I can. You said something about a medallion?"
"Aye."
"Well – where did they get it? Is it another one from that chest of cursed gold?"
"No. The cap'n of another ship took it from some cave. I think I might remember how ta get there."
"All right, well that's a start. We can go to the cave and search. Maybe there's something there that will bring them back."
"Jus' so's ya know, it's about a day there from here."
"That's not too much." He had been on longer journeys before.
"I'm still having a ratha difficult time believing you," Elizabeth told Gibbs.
"Well, I didn't expect ya to believe me, Ms. Swann. I really only needed Will here to, he's the one I was hopin' could help." He turned to Will. "So ya best be getting yer things, if yer plannin' on takin' anythin'."
"We'll have to stop by the blacksmith shop, so I can get a sword, just in case," he replied. "Elizabeth? Will you be needing anything?"
"No, I don't think I will, besides a dress or two."
Will gave a small grin. "Of course." He knew that any lady going on a voyage would not care to wear the same thing every day, and he would respect that.
"Well hurry, we don't know when the Governor could come on in here an' find me," Gibbs told her.
"My fatha is still with the men at the fort. They just attacked a pirate ship that came."
"Aye, I know."
"You know?"
"Aye. Jack an' the crew – we was bein' chased by that ship. We sent the three girls ta Will."
She nodded in understanding before heading to her closet and picking out a few dresses, then producing a suitcase from the bottom of it and placed them neatly inside after folding them. She closed it and stood, shutting the closet door and turning to face the men. "Just hold on a moment," she told them, and got a piece of parchment and a feather, along with a bottle of ink. She dipped the feather into the bottle and began writing:
Dear Father,
Will and I have gone on a short vacation, we'll be back in less than a week. Please don't fret - we are fine, we're traveling safely, and I have everything I need, as does Will.
Love,
Elizabeth
She left the letter on her desk. She did not explain why she was departing so quickly and only leaving a note – after all, what explanation was there? She could not put down the real reason why they were going, unless she wanted her father to come after her and most likely have Will hung, for he would probably assume it was all Will's idea and even if it wasn't, he might still go along with it because Will was, actually, helping a pirate once again. It was just a little lie; it wasn't as if he would get too angry over them going on a vacation without saying goodbye. She turned around and said to them, "All right, we're off!"
They were able to leave the house without anyone taking notice, thankfully, for they went out the same way Gibbs came in. When they reached the blacksmith shop, they all entered and Will found Mr. Brown asleep in his chair, as usual. He grabbed one of the more recent swords he had created and sheathed it in his belt.
"Ye should always bring a sword when yer goin' on the open sea," Gibbs said, nodding, as Will came back towards the entrance and the three of them left.
They made it to the beach with being stopped; Will and Elizabeth had been certain that someone would query them, but instead all they had received were a few questioning looks, people wondering why the Governor's daughter and her fiancé were walking around with a man like that.
They all climbed into the rowboat and Gibbs took them to the ship, which was still hidden away where it had been before. Once they were aboard, Elizabeth made to search the entire ship to make sure that Gibbs really wasn't lying, but Will stopped her and convinced her that he was telling the truth, though it took a few minutes. With that, they set sail.
A/N: I know, the ending was kinda weak. But see? Lots more is going to happen! Lots more! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Chapter Seventeen
Gibbs had managed to reach the governor's house without being seen, though he had had a close call with a passerby, where he had had to jump into a bush and hide for a few moments to avoid being spotted by the woman who had stopped. He needed to reach Bootstrap's son and let him know what had happened. Maybe he would know what to do.
He was aware of the guards at the entrance to the gates, but he didn't need to fret – he was entering through the back where there were no guards. He had expected at least one or two, but there were none. He was grateful but thought it rather stupid not to put guards back there as well.
He hurried as quietly as he could to the back entrance and found that it was, surprisingly, unlocked. Guess everyone's thick enough ta come in at the front, he thought, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at other people's apparent stupidity, but still glad that it was not locked as he pulled the door open and stepped inside. He made sure the door made no noise when I closed behind him, and then looked around to see no one. Good. He didn't feel like putting up with any idiot who would try to immediately capture him and bring him to the Governor. That could get messy.
He moved through the house, searching for the boy, not finding him, and ignoring the nice things he saw that were surely worth lots of money. He had no time to steal; there were more important matter at hand, and he knew it. He might be a pirate, but he knew what an emergency was.
He entered the living room and suddenly stopped as if he had run into an invisible wall when as he caught sight of the maid, or one of the maids, dusting furniture. His eyes widened in surprise and he quickly stepped back silently and headed in the other direction. Close one.
Soon he had gone throughout the entire bottom floor and had found no other person. The boy had to be upstairs. Or maybe out of the house. . .that wouldn't be good. He couldn't go exploring the whole town for one boy, not when he would surely be stopped by many and questioned. He headed up the stairs, careful to be quiet, and as he reached the landing he saw many doors and had no idea which to enter. He couldn't risk going into a room and coming face-to-face with the godforsaken Governor. He would be thrown in jail, unless the boy spoke up for him, which he didn't know if he would or not. He noticed a door at the end of the hall and decided to try that one, praying that he wouldn't meet the Governor on the other side.
He opened the door to see Will and Elizabeth standing near the window, Will behind her with his head on her shoulder and his arms wrapped around her. They were both gazing out at the view, and had been talking quietly when Gibbs had entered. Both of them turned around swiftly to look at him, and relaxed when they realized who it was.
"Mr. Gibbs?" Will said in a questioning voice. Why is he here? he wondered curiously. What did Jack get into now? It had to be something to do with his friend; he knew it did.
"Aye," he replied, sounding worried. "Somethin's happened an' I thought that ya might be able ta help."
"What is it?" Elizabeth asked. Will let go of her and they both kept their eyes on the man in front of them.
"Well. . .I'm not exactly sure, actually. . .ya see, we was all on the Black Pearl an'. . .well, see there were these three girls – teenagers – that we found an' they needed ta smash some medallion fer somethin', I don't quite know what, an' when they did, they jus'. . .disappeared, an' so did Jack. Somethin' tells me he wasn't sposed ta go with 'em, wherever they went."
Elizabeth burst out laughing, thinking it was a joke, but Will's serious face caused her to stop.
"Would they be the same teenagers that came to me earlier today?" he asked Gibbs.
"Aye." He nodded.
"So Jack is here?"
"WAS here. The ship's hidden around the other side o' the island."
Will's eyebrows rose and lowered as he took in the information. "So the Black Pearl's right here?"
"Aye." Another nod.
"You actually believe him?" Elizabeth asked her fiancé, as if she thought him insane.
"Well, I. . .it's just that. . ." He searched for words.
"You believe that Jack Sparrow and three teenage girls just disappeared into thin air?"
"Do ye think that I woulda come all the way here and risked bein' caught an' hanged if I was lyin'?" Gibbs said.
"He's got a point, Elizabeth," Will told her. "And besides, three teenage girls came to me earlier today and they were the ones who told me to tell your father to order the Navy to destroy that ship. They said they were friends of Jack, and they told me everything that happened before with Ba'bossa. How else could they have known?"
"Well, yes, but still – it's insane! Just vanishing into thin air." She threw out her hand for emphasis, nearly smacking Will in the face.
"Maybe not. Last year you would've thought that immortal pirates that could turn into skeletons in the moonlight were insane." He raised his eyebrows with a hint of a grin.
She gave him a look. "But that's different, I mean – that's still more believable than four people just disappearing into nothing."
"Maybe for you. But I think that maybe, just maybe, Gibbs is telling the truth." He turned to Gibbs. "Possibly." He looked back at Elizabeth. "And you know, he's right – he risked his life by coming here. I don't think he would do that unless it was an emergency."
Elizabeth didn't know what to say. She knew that these two men had a point; there was no way Gibbs would have come had it not been something of utmost importance. But. . .just disappearing like that? It couldn't be possible.
After several seconds of silence, Will asked, "So why did you come to us?"
"Well, actually, I came ta you, seein' as how you were with 'im the whole time when all o' that was goin' on. I thought maybe ya might know what ta do."
"Well if you're really telling the truth – then I'll help in any way I can. You said something about a medallion?"
"Aye."
"Well – where did they get it? Is it another one from that chest of cursed gold?"
"No. The cap'n of another ship took it from some cave. I think I might remember how ta get there."
"All right, well that's a start. We can go to the cave and search. Maybe there's something there that will bring them back."
"Jus' so's ya know, it's about a day there from here."
"That's not too much." He had been on longer journeys before.
"I'm still having a ratha difficult time believing you," Elizabeth told Gibbs.
"Well, I didn't expect ya to believe me, Ms. Swann. I really only needed Will here to, he's the one I was hopin' could help." He turned to Will. "So ya best be getting yer things, if yer plannin' on takin' anythin'."
"We'll have to stop by the blacksmith shop, so I can get a sword, just in case," he replied. "Elizabeth? Will you be needing anything?"
"No, I don't think I will, besides a dress or two."
Will gave a small grin. "Of course." He knew that any lady going on a voyage would not care to wear the same thing every day, and he would respect that.
"Well hurry, we don't know when the Governor could come on in here an' find me," Gibbs told her.
"My fatha is still with the men at the fort. They just attacked a pirate ship that came."
"Aye, I know."
"You know?"
"Aye. Jack an' the crew – we was bein' chased by that ship. We sent the three girls ta Will."
She nodded in understanding before heading to her closet and picking out a few dresses, then producing a suitcase from the bottom of it and placed them neatly inside after folding them. She closed it and stood, shutting the closet door and turning to face the men. "Just hold on a moment," she told them, and got a piece of parchment and a feather, along with a bottle of ink. She dipped the feather into the bottle and began writing:
Dear Father,
Will and I have gone on a short vacation, we'll be back in less than a week. Please don't fret - we are fine, we're traveling safely, and I have everything I need, as does Will.
Love,
Elizabeth
She left the letter on her desk. She did not explain why she was departing so quickly and only leaving a note – after all, what explanation was there? She could not put down the real reason why they were going, unless she wanted her father to come after her and most likely have Will hung, for he would probably assume it was all Will's idea and even if it wasn't, he might still go along with it because Will was, actually, helping a pirate once again. It was just a little lie; it wasn't as if he would get too angry over them going on a vacation without saying goodbye. She turned around and said to them, "All right, we're off!"
They were able to leave the house without anyone taking notice, thankfully, for they went out the same way Gibbs came in. When they reached the blacksmith shop, they all entered and Will found Mr. Brown asleep in his chair, as usual. He grabbed one of the more recent swords he had created and sheathed it in his belt.
"Ye should always bring a sword when yer goin' on the open sea," Gibbs said, nodding, as Will came back towards the entrance and the three of them left.
They made it to the beach with being stopped; Will and Elizabeth had been certain that someone would query them, but instead all they had received were a few questioning looks, people wondering why the Governor's daughter and her fiancé were walking around with a man like that.
They all climbed into the rowboat and Gibbs took them to the ship, which was still hidden away where it had been before. Once they were aboard, Elizabeth made to search the entire ship to make sure that Gibbs really wasn't lying, but Will stopped her and convinced her that he was telling the truth, though it took a few minutes. With that, they set sail.
A/N: I know, the ending was kinda weak. But see? Lots more is going to happen! Lots more! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!
