Disclaimer: Still don't own Jack, though I wish I did!
AN: Did everyone remember that Sept. 19th was "Talk Like A Pirate Day?" I didn't. Someone had to remind me, and I ended up sending two e-mails in Pirate Lingo to her. It was fun, though. Of course, for Pirates of the Caribbean fans, every day is "Talk Like A Pirate Day!" Anyway, onto the chapter everyone's been waiting for!
Chapter 5: A Note and Kidnapping:
Lara woke up to a knock on her door. Looking out the window, she saw that it was well after dawn; Amanda and the rest of the family would be dressing. How had she overslept?
Oh, yes; she'd been dreaming about her adventures. That always led to oversleeping, considering they were always nightmares about Barbossa trying to shoot her and seeing 'dead' pirates. Well, except when Jack was there.
Shaking her thoughts away, she got up, pulled on her robe, and answered the door. A maid stood there, a letter in her hands.
"This letter just came for you, Miss. It's from the Turners." The maid curtsied before handing Lara the letter and leaving. Lara stared after the maid for several seconds before closing her door and opening the letter.
"Dear Lara, Please do us the honor of joining us for dinner at our cottage this evening, as it has been far too long since we have had a full day together. Please be here at 7:00. Yours truly, Will and Elizabeth Turner"
Lara reread the note and thought it was a wonderful idea. She rang for a maid to tell the Worthingtons that she would be out that evening, and would not be back until later that night. She quickly dressed, then spent the morning and early afternoon playing with Amanda in the nursery. The rest of the day was spent preparing for the dinner, and at a quarter past six, Lara was walking toward her friends' cottage.
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Jack had woken up with the perfect plan in his head. Will and Elizabeth were going to spend the day at the Governor's, so Jack had the whole house to himself. Using the pen and partially used wax stick from the day before, he composed a fairly decent letter to Lara, inviting her to dinner under Will and Elizabeth's name. After reading it through, he went outside and found a young boy who looked extremely bored.
"Hey, you, lad!" Jack called to him.
The boy looked up. "Aye, sir, did you need something?"
Jack grinned. "That I do. I need ye to take this letter up to the Worthington house and tell them it's from the Turners. It's very important, understand?"
The boy nodded.
"Good," Jack replied. "As soon as it's delivered, ye come back here, and I'll give ye this." He held up a silver coin. The boy's eyes widened; he instantly grabbed the note and raced off.
Twenty minutes later, the boy had returned and was cheerfully walking away, a silver coin richer, and Jack was impatiently waiting for the evening to arrive. Annamaria and Gibbs were going to arrive onshore that night, and Jack had nothing to do until then except wait.
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Lara knocked on the door at precisely 7:00. The door swung open to a darkened hallway, which seemed odd to Lara, but she went inside anyway. As soon as the door closed, she felt a hand clasp over her mouth from behind her and a familiar voice whisper into her ear.
"Hello, luv, did ye miss me?"
It was Jack. He leaned in close and nuzzled the back of her neck, inhaling her scent before backing away and dropping his hand from her mouth. That's when he noticed she was trembling.
He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Are ye alright, luv? I missed ye."
Lara slowly turned around and looked up. His eyes sparkled in the dim light coming from the windows, and he had that cocky smirk on his face. She leaned in closer and touched his face.
"Jack?" she said, her voice wavering in disbelief. "Is it really you?"
"Aye, lass, it's me. I told ye I'd be back for ye." The next thing he knew, he was being slapped. He cautiously moved his jaw around, checking for damages. "Now what was that for, lass? I came back for ye, didn't I?"
"After nine months? I waited nine months for you, Jack, and now you show up at the worst possible time! An officer of Norrington's Navy has asked me to marry him, and I have to answer him when he returns from sea patrol in three weeks! Why didn't you come for me sooner?"
Jack listened to her little rant, then sighed. "Lass, I've got a perfectly good reason for being a bit late. The Navy has been on me for months, and it's nay impossible to go anywhere without havin' to fire a shot or get fired at. If I'd known that some stiff-necked, wig-wearin' pansy of a red- coat was after yer hand, I'd hav' been here sooner, savvy?"
Lara stood there for several minutes absorbing that information before hugging him like mad. "Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry! I should have known that there was a good reason for you not coming back."
The two stood there and held each other for several silent minutes before Lara spoke.
"Jack, what am I going to do? I have to marry Thomas Pierce, there's no reason for me to refuse his proposal."
Jack looked angrily at her. "No reason? What about me? Ye still love me, don't ye?"
Before she could reply, Jack reached into his pocket and drew out a cloth. He looked at it for a moment before speaking.
"I was hopin' that I wouldn't have to do this, luv, but it looks like I've got no choice." He looked up at her and saw fear flash in her eyes.
"Jack?" she said, her voice trembling in fear. "What are you doing?" She cautiously backed away, not liking the look in Jack's eyes.
"I'm sorry, lass, but it's the only way." He reached out lightning quick and grabbed her arm. Before she could scream, he covered her nose and mouth with the cloth.
She smelled something strange, then realized that it was the same sort of thing that doctors used to put patients to sleep. That was the last thing she thought clearly before her world went black.
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As Lara slumped forward into his arms, Jack couldn't help but feel joy along with his guilt. He didn't want to take her away like this, but there was no other way. She was right about having to accept the marriage proposal; she couldn't tell people that she was in love with a pirate, they would think her insane. Thus, kidnapping her was the only way to get her away from the stuffy people of Port Royal and onto The Black Pearl, where she belonged. As soon as they were far enough away, he'd start treating her like a queen; after all, there was all that treasure on the Isle de Muerta. She deserved to be spoiled, just like the Governor's daughter. Well, she would be spoiled after she adjusted to the life of a pirate, but then, she'd done pretty well on her adventure to save Elizabeth.
Jack realized that his mind was babbling at him, and that he needed to get the both of them out of there before Will and Elizabeth returned. He quickly wrapped Lara up in his battered coat, slung her over his shoulder, then snuck out the back.
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An hour later, Jack and an unconscious Lara were on the beach on the other side of the island. A small rowboat pulled up a few moment later, and two people stepped out. Annamaria gave Jack an odd look when she saw him holding something over his shoulder. Her eyes widened when the 'thing' moved slightly.
"Jack, please tell me that's not Lara!" she frantically whispered.
"Aye, Annamaria, it's me bonny lass," Jack said proudly.
Annamaria started clenching her fists. "Are ye mad?! Do you know what'll happen when people find out she's gone? The Commodore will have us hanging from the noose!"
"If he catches us," said Jack as he got in the rowboat and pulled Lara into his lap. "And he won't, because he won't know who took 'er. He doesn't know about us bein' here because we were last spotted headin' in the opposite direction from Port Royal!" He looked down and smoothed some stray hairs out of Lara's sleeping face. "Now get rowin', ye scurvy dogs, before someone spots us!"
Shaking their heads, Gibbs and Annamaria started rowing towards the Black Pearl, both hoping that Jack knew what he was talking about. They'd heard that love makes ye blind, and if that were true, the crew of the Black Pearl would be in serious trouble with a blinded captain.
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Lara awoke to sunlight streaming in through the window. She rubbed her eyes and wondered why the Worthington's maids, or even Amanda herself, hadn't awoken her. She looked around and felt her heart stop. This wasn't the Worthington house, unless it was in the ocean. She was in a ship's cabin and judging from the decorations, she was in the captain's cabin. She immediately leapt out of bed and ran out the back door. Sure enough, she was in the middle of the Caribbean, and Port Royal was nowhere in sight.
"Oh, Jack," she whispered. "What have you done?"
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AN: Finally, Lara is with Jack, though not the way she imagined it. Although chloroform doesn't exist (I don't think), it was important to the plot. Anyway, I hope that people like this chapter. If ye did, leave a review! Arrr, matey!
AN: Did everyone remember that Sept. 19th was "Talk Like A Pirate Day?" I didn't. Someone had to remind me, and I ended up sending two e-mails in Pirate Lingo to her. It was fun, though. Of course, for Pirates of the Caribbean fans, every day is "Talk Like A Pirate Day!" Anyway, onto the chapter everyone's been waiting for!
Chapter 5: A Note and Kidnapping:
Lara woke up to a knock on her door. Looking out the window, she saw that it was well after dawn; Amanda and the rest of the family would be dressing. How had she overslept?
Oh, yes; she'd been dreaming about her adventures. That always led to oversleeping, considering they were always nightmares about Barbossa trying to shoot her and seeing 'dead' pirates. Well, except when Jack was there.
Shaking her thoughts away, she got up, pulled on her robe, and answered the door. A maid stood there, a letter in her hands.
"This letter just came for you, Miss. It's from the Turners." The maid curtsied before handing Lara the letter and leaving. Lara stared after the maid for several seconds before closing her door and opening the letter.
"Dear Lara, Please do us the honor of joining us for dinner at our cottage this evening, as it has been far too long since we have had a full day together. Please be here at 7:00. Yours truly, Will and Elizabeth Turner"
Lara reread the note and thought it was a wonderful idea. She rang for a maid to tell the Worthingtons that she would be out that evening, and would not be back until later that night. She quickly dressed, then spent the morning and early afternoon playing with Amanda in the nursery. The rest of the day was spent preparing for the dinner, and at a quarter past six, Lara was walking toward her friends' cottage.
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Jack had woken up with the perfect plan in his head. Will and Elizabeth were going to spend the day at the Governor's, so Jack had the whole house to himself. Using the pen and partially used wax stick from the day before, he composed a fairly decent letter to Lara, inviting her to dinner under Will and Elizabeth's name. After reading it through, he went outside and found a young boy who looked extremely bored.
"Hey, you, lad!" Jack called to him.
The boy looked up. "Aye, sir, did you need something?"
Jack grinned. "That I do. I need ye to take this letter up to the Worthington house and tell them it's from the Turners. It's very important, understand?"
The boy nodded.
"Good," Jack replied. "As soon as it's delivered, ye come back here, and I'll give ye this." He held up a silver coin. The boy's eyes widened; he instantly grabbed the note and raced off.
Twenty minutes later, the boy had returned and was cheerfully walking away, a silver coin richer, and Jack was impatiently waiting for the evening to arrive. Annamaria and Gibbs were going to arrive onshore that night, and Jack had nothing to do until then except wait.
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Lara knocked on the door at precisely 7:00. The door swung open to a darkened hallway, which seemed odd to Lara, but she went inside anyway. As soon as the door closed, she felt a hand clasp over her mouth from behind her and a familiar voice whisper into her ear.
"Hello, luv, did ye miss me?"
It was Jack. He leaned in close and nuzzled the back of her neck, inhaling her scent before backing away and dropping his hand from her mouth. That's when he noticed she was trembling.
He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Are ye alright, luv? I missed ye."
Lara slowly turned around and looked up. His eyes sparkled in the dim light coming from the windows, and he had that cocky smirk on his face. She leaned in closer and touched his face.
"Jack?" she said, her voice wavering in disbelief. "Is it really you?"
"Aye, lass, it's me. I told ye I'd be back for ye." The next thing he knew, he was being slapped. He cautiously moved his jaw around, checking for damages. "Now what was that for, lass? I came back for ye, didn't I?"
"After nine months? I waited nine months for you, Jack, and now you show up at the worst possible time! An officer of Norrington's Navy has asked me to marry him, and I have to answer him when he returns from sea patrol in three weeks! Why didn't you come for me sooner?"
Jack listened to her little rant, then sighed. "Lass, I've got a perfectly good reason for being a bit late. The Navy has been on me for months, and it's nay impossible to go anywhere without havin' to fire a shot or get fired at. If I'd known that some stiff-necked, wig-wearin' pansy of a red- coat was after yer hand, I'd hav' been here sooner, savvy?"
Lara stood there for several minutes absorbing that information before hugging him like mad. "Oh, Jack, I'm so sorry! I should have known that there was a good reason for you not coming back."
The two stood there and held each other for several silent minutes before Lara spoke.
"Jack, what am I going to do? I have to marry Thomas Pierce, there's no reason for me to refuse his proposal."
Jack looked angrily at her. "No reason? What about me? Ye still love me, don't ye?"
Before she could reply, Jack reached into his pocket and drew out a cloth. He looked at it for a moment before speaking.
"I was hopin' that I wouldn't have to do this, luv, but it looks like I've got no choice." He looked up at her and saw fear flash in her eyes.
"Jack?" she said, her voice trembling in fear. "What are you doing?" She cautiously backed away, not liking the look in Jack's eyes.
"I'm sorry, lass, but it's the only way." He reached out lightning quick and grabbed her arm. Before she could scream, he covered her nose and mouth with the cloth.
She smelled something strange, then realized that it was the same sort of thing that doctors used to put patients to sleep. That was the last thing she thought clearly before her world went black.
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As Lara slumped forward into his arms, Jack couldn't help but feel joy along with his guilt. He didn't want to take her away like this, but there was no other way. She was right about having to accept the marriage proposal; she couldn't tell people that she was in love with a pirate, they would think her insane. Thus, kidnapping her was the only way to get her away from the stuffy people of Port Royal and onto The Black Pearl, where she belonged. As soon as they were far enough away, he'd start treating her like a queen; after all, there was all that treasure on the Isle de Muerta. She deserved to be spoiled, just like the Governor's daughter. Well, she would be spoiled after she adjusted to the life of a pirate, but then, she'd done pretty well on her adventure to save Elizabeth.
Jack realized that his mind was babbling at him, and that he needed to get the both of them out of there before Will and Elizabeth returned. He quickly wrapped Lara up in his battered coat, slung her over his shoulder, then snuck out the back.
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An hour later, Jack and an unconscious Lara were on the beach on the other side of the island. A small rowboat pulled up a few moment later, and two people stepped out. Annamaria gave Jack an odd look when she saw him holding something over his shoulder. Her eyes widened when the 'thing' moved slightly.
"Jack, please tell me that's not Lara!" she frantically whispered.
"Aye, Annamaria, it's me bonny lass," Jack said proudly.
Annamaria started clenching her fists. "Are ye mad?! Do you know what'll happen when people find out she's gone? The Commodore will have us hanging from the noose!"
"If he catches us," said Jack as he got in the rowboat and pulled Lara into his lap. "And he won't, because he won't know who took 'er. He doesn't know about us bein' here because we were last spotted headin' in the opposite direction from Port Royal!" He looked down and smoothed some stray hairs out of Lara's sleeping face. "Now get rowin', ye scurvy dogs, before someone spots us!"
Shaking their heads, Gibbs and Annamaria started rowing towards the Black Pearl, both hoping that Jack knew what he was talking about. They'd heard that love makes ye blind, and if that were true, the crew of the Black Pearl would be in serious trouble with a blinded captain.
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Lara awoke to sunlight streaming in through the window. She rubbed her eyes and wondered why the Worthington's maids, or even Amanda herself, hadn't awoken her. She looked around and felt her heart stop. This wasn't the Worthington house, unless it was in the ocean. She was in a ship's cabin and judging from the decorations, she was in the captain's cabin. She immediately leapt out of bed and ran out the back door. Sure enough, she was in the middle of the Caribbean, and Port Royal was nowhere in sight.
"Oh, Jack," she whispered. "What have you done?"
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AN: Finally, Lara is with Jack, though not the way she imagined it. Although chloroform doesn't exist (I don't think), it was important to the plot. Anyway, I hope that people like this chapter. If ye did, leave a review! Arrr, matey!