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AN: Well, I got my first flame for this story. Apparently, someone thinks this story sucks and that I should take it down. What do you think? Well, considering there are over 33 reviews that say this story rocks, and only one that says it should go, I think I'll keep it up. The masses have spoken! Rock on people! I love my nice reviewers!
Chapter 8: More Tortuga and the Turners:
While the rest of the crew drank themselves under the table in Tortuga, Jack and Lara stayed on the Pearl and enjoyed eachother's company. What surprised Lara was the fact that Jack stayed relatively sober, meaning he usually had less than three bottles of rum for all three meals. She didn't know whether or not she should be worried about that; most of the crew had told her that Jack usually drank more than six bottles a day. Whenever she asked Jack about it, he'd just grin, wave his arms around, then go off on a different subject. She decided not to push it, and just tried to have fun with him.
Their second day in the pirate port, the two of them went ashore and looked inside some of Jack's favorite shops (usually weapons and alcohol shops) and even in some very feminine shops. Lara blushed especially badly when Jack took her inside a lingerie shop and wouldn't leave until she had bought something. She bought a lace handkerchief and then dragged him out the front door. The two of them had quite a squabble about that, until Lara told him that he said she had to buy something, but wasn't specific about what it had to be. Jack went quiet, then smiled and told her she was thinking like a pirate. Then he kissed her and took her back to the Pearl for lunch, extremely proud of her way of thinking, but still disappointed that she hadn't bought anything from the lingerie store.
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Port Royal:
The previous evening, Will and Elizabeth had gone up to visit the Worthington home only to find the family asleep. They left a message with the butler, saying that the Turners would like a meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Worthington as soon as possible. The two then went home for a good night's sleep.
The next morning brought a frantic messenger from the Worthingtons just as the Will and Elizabeth were sitting down to breakfast. Apparently the Worthingtons wished to see them as soon as possible. The two quickly finished eating, then followed the messenger rather than send him back up alone.
Upon their arrival, they were escorted to the sitting room, where a sober and pale Mr. and Mrs. Worthington sat. Their daughter was also with them, a cloth doll in her arms. The Turners bowed or curtsied, then took seats across from the Worthington family. Mr. Worthington was the first to speak.
"I have heard that you are going in search of Miss Storm," he said, getting straight to the point.
Elizabeth nodded. "We have had word that Captain Jack Sparrow may have taken her. We are hoping that.." She was cut off by an excited gasp from Amanda.
"THE Captain Jack Sparrow?" she squealed. "The one you had your adventures with?" Her eyes widened in amazement. "But I thought he was your friend!"
"Amanda, hush!" exclaimed Mrs. Worthington. "Where would you get such an absurd idea? Mrs. Turner is the Governor's daughter, and she would never befriend a pirate captain!"
Elizabeth smiled at them. "Actually, Amanda is right. Jack helped my husband and Lara rescue me from Captain Barbossa, and therefore, I count him as a friend and a good man."
Mr. and Mrs. Worthington looked at her in shock, as though she were mad.
Amanda frowned. "If he's your friend, why would he take Lara away from here?"
Will tried to put the answer together carefully. "Well, you see, that is why we're here. The Navy is unable to send a ship after her to try and locate her. We don't know why he took her, but the Commodore and the Governor has given us permission to take a ship to find her and negotiate her return to Port Royal. The problem is that we have no ship to use. The Commodore has sailors to sail it, but they aren't much good without a ship."
Mr. Worthington caught on to his meaning. "You wish to borrow our ship to find her and bring her back."
"If Captain Sparrow is willing to return her, yes," said Elizabeth.
Amanda looked confused. "Why wouldn't he want to return her? She doesn't belong to him, she belongs here with us."
"Amanda is right," said Mrs. Worthington. "If you are indeed friends, why wouldn't he turn Lara over to you at your request?"
Will and Elizabeth exchanged a look. "Well," Elizabeth said slowly, "Captain Sparrow has a tremendous fondness for Lara. He may even love her, and returning her would not be something he would be willing to do."
Mr. Worthington began laughing. "Love her? Pirates are not capable of loving anything but treasure and themselves. I high doubt that he cares the slightest about Miss Storm. He probably took her as a servant or bedwarmer."
"George!" his wife exclaimed. "That is not something to discuss in front of our daughter!"
Mr. Worthington actually looked guilty. "I'm sorry, my dear, but I had to state the truth." He turned toward Elizabeth. "What if he is unwilling to return her?"
Elizabeth hesitated answering. "Captain Sparrow is not completely unreasonable. As a friend, he would most likely give in to our request. If not, well, we will simply have to hope that negotiations will be enough."
The Worthington family exchanged looks.
"Papa, please let them use the ship!" Amanda said. "Please? I want Lara safely home, and I don't want Captain Sparrow hurt by the Navy. Please?" Both her and her mother turned their blue eyes towards him as she pleaded with her father.
Seeing that he was fighting a losing battle with his wife and daughter, Mr. Worthington sighed. "Very well, you may have the ship. I will send a note to our porter and he will allow you to have it. It is already fully stocked with everything you and your crew will need. Just promise to bring it, and Miss Storm, home in one piece?"
The Turners nodded. "Well will do our best, sir," Will said as he and Elizabeth stood up to leave. "Thank you for your generosity."
The Worthingtons nodded as Will and Elizabeth were escorted out of the sitting room and out the front door. After they had left, Mrs. Worthington turned to her husband.
"I really hope that they know what they're doing," she said, clutching her handkerchief in her hands.
"As do I, my dear," replied her husband, taking Amanda into his lap. "As do I."
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Later that same afternoon, the Worthingtons' ship, the White Dove, was sailing away from Port Royal with Will directing it towards the pirate capital of the Caribbean: Tortuga.
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That same night, in Tortuga:
The crew of the Black Pearl had returned for the night and were all asleep in their bunks. Lara, however, couldn't sleep. She was on deck, looking at the water, trying to ease her troubled mind. She had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, a feeling she had tried not to think about for the past two days. It was dread, mixed with fear. She greatly feared what might be happening in Port Royal at that very moment, and hoped that the Commodore and Thomas Pierce wouldn't try and do anything to rescue her. After all, she was a common girl, and commoners turned up missing once and a while with very little fuss. She only hoped that was the same with her. She may have been a handmaiden and a nanny for two very respectable and wealthy families, but that was all she was: a servant of no real importance. Her train of thought snapped when she felt arms around her waist.
"What are ye thinkin' about, luv?" a familiar voice whispered into her ear.
Lara leaned back into Jack's embrace. "I'm thinking about how my supposed kidnapping must be affecting Port Royal."
Jack frowned. "Ye shouldn't worry about that, love. I'm sure that Will and Elizabeth can handle things. They're pretty clever, for a Governor's daughter and a blacksmith."
Lara gave a small chuckle before turning sober again. "I know, but if I know the Worthingtons and Thomas, they'll want the Governor and Commodore to do everything they can to get me back."
Jack squeezed her closer to him. "I won't let 'em take ye, luv. They'll have to take ye over my cold, dead body," he said fiercely.
She looked up at him in surprise. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt, Jack. I don't think I could bear it if something happened to you because of me."
Jack smiled down at her. "Don't ye worry, luv," he said, hoping to comfort her. "From what I've heard, the British Navy is too busy patrolling the islands to come after ye, and ye know that Will and Elizabeth will think of somethin' to keep 'em off our backs."
Lara smiled. "You're probably right."
"I know I am," Jack said. "Now, time for bed, luv." He swung her up in his arms, ignoring her squeals of protest as he carried her down below for a good night's sleep.
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AN: Short and sort of boring, but necessary. Sorry. Hopefully the next chapter will be more exciting, huh? Well, I hope that you enjoyed this story, so don't forget to review and tell me what you think! Thanks!
AN: Well, I got my first flame for this story. Apparently, someone thinks this story sucks and that I should take it down. What do you think? Well, considering there are over 33 reviews that say this story rocks, and only one that says it should go, I think I'll keep it up. The masses have spoken! Rock on people! I love my nice reviewers!
Chapter 8: More Tortuga and the Turners:
While the rest of the crew drank themselves under the table in Tortuga, Jack and Lara stayed on the Pearl and enjoyed eachother's company. What surprised Lara was the fact that Jack stayed relatively sober, meaning he usually had less than three bottles of rum for all three meals. She didn't know whether or not she should be worried about that; most of the crew had told her that Jack usually drank more than six bottles a day. Whenever she asked Jack about it, he'd just grin, wave his arms around, then go off on a different subject. She decided not to push it, and just tried to have fun with him.
Their second day in the pirate port, the two of them went ashore and looked inside some of Jack's favorite shops (usually weapons and alcohol shops) and even in some very feminine shops. Lara blushed especially badly when Jack took her inside a lingerie shop and wouldn't leave until she had bought something. She bought a lace handkerchief and then dragged him out the front door. The two of them had quite a squabble about that, until Lara told him that he said she had to buy something, but wasn't specific about what it had to be. Jack went quiet, then smiled and told her she was thinking like a pirate. Then he kissed her and took her back to the Pearl for lunch, extremely proud of her way of thinking, but still disappointed that she hadn't bought anything from the lingerie store.
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Port Royal:
The previous evening, Will and Elizabeth had gone up to visit the Worthington home only to find the family asleep. They left a message with the butler, saying that the Turners would like a meeting with Mr. and Mrs. Worthington as soon as possible. The two then went home for a good night's sleep.
The next morning brought a frantic messenger from the Worthingtons just as the Will and Elizabeth were sitting down to breakfast. Apparently the Worthingtons wished to see them as soon as possible. The two quickly finished eating, then followed the messenger rather than send him back up alone.
Upon their arrival, they were escorted to the sitting room, where a sober and pale Mr. and Mrs. Worthington sat. Their daughter was also with them, a cloth doll in her arms. The Turners bowed or curtsied, then took seats across from the Worthington family. Mr. Worthington was the first to speak.
"I have heard that you are going in search of Miss Storm," he said, getting straight to the point.
Elizabeth nodded. "We have had word that Captain Jack Sparrow may have taken her. We are hoping that.." She was cut off by an excited gasp from Amanda.
"THE Captain Jack Sparrow?" she squealed. "The one you had your adventures with?" Her eyes widened in amazement. "But I thought he was your friend!"
"Amanda, hush!" exclaimed Mrs. Worthington. "Where would you get such an absurd idea? Mrs. Turner is the Governor's daughter, and she would never befriend a pirate captain!"
Elizabeth smiled at them. "Actually, Amanda is right. Jack helped my husband and Lara rescue me from Captain Barbossa, and therefore, I count him as a friend and a good man."
Mr. and Mrs. Worthington looked at her in shock, as though she were mad.
Amanda frowned. "If he's your friend, why would he take Lara away from here?"
Will tried to put the answer together carefully. "Well, you see, that is why we're here. The Navy is unable to send a ship after her to try and locate her. We don't know why he took her, but the Commodore and the Governor has given us permission to take a ship to find her and negotiate her return to Port Royal. The problem is that we have no ship to use. The Commodore has sailors to sail it, but they aren't much good without a ship."
Mr. Worthington caught on to his meaning. "You wish to borrow our ship to find her and bring her back."
"If Captain Sparrow is willing to return her, yes," said Elizabeth.
Amanda looked confused. "Why wouldn't he want to return her? She doesn't belong to him, she belongs here with us."
"Amanda is right," said Mrs. Worthington. "If you are indeed friends, why wouldn't he turn Lara over to you at your request?"
Will and Elizabeth exchanged a look. "Well," Elizabeth said slowly, "Captain Sparrow has a tremendous fondness for Lara. He may even love her, and returning her would not be something he would be willing to do."
Mr. Worthington began laughing. "Love her? Pirates are not capable of loving anything but treasure and themselves. I high doubt that he cares the slightest about Miss Storm. He probably took her as a servant or bedwarmer."
"George!" his wife exclaimed. "That is not something to discuss in front of our daughter!"
Mr. Worthington actually looked guilty. "I'm sorry, my dear, but I had to state the truth." He turned toward Elizabeth. "What if he is unwilling to return her?"
Elizabeth hesitated answering. "Captain Sparrow is not completely unreasonable. As a friend, he would most likely give in to our request. If not, well, we will simply have to hope that negotiations will be enough."
The Worthington family exchanged looks.
"Papa, please let them use the ship!" Amanda said. "Please? I want Lara safely home, and I don't want Captain Sparrow hurt by the Navy. Please?" Both her and her mother turned their blue eyes towards him as she pleaded with her father.
Seeing that he was fighting a losing battle with his wife and daughter, Mr. Worthington sighed. "Very well, you may have the ship. I will send a note to our porter and he will allow you to have it. It is already fully stocked with everything you and your crew will need. Just promise to bring it, and Miss Storm, home in one piece?"
The Turners nodded. "Well will do our best, sir," Will said as he and Elizabeth stood up to leave. "Thank you for your generosity."
The Worthingtons nodded as Will and Elizabeth were escorted out of the sitting room and out the front door. After they had left, Mrs. Worthington turned to her husband.
"I really hope that they know what they're doing," she said, clutching her handkerchief in her hands.
"As do I, my dear," replied her husband, taking Amanda into his lap. "As do I."
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Later that same afternoon, the Worthingtons' ship, the White Dove, was sailing away from Port Royal with Will directing it towards the pirate capital of the Caribbean: Tortuga.
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That same night, in Tortuga:
The crew of the Black Pearl had returned for the night and were all asleep in their bunks. Lara, however, couldn't sleep. She was on deck, looking at the water, trying to ease her troubled mind. She had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, a feeling she had tried not to think about for the past two days. It was dread, mixed with fear. She greatly feared what might be happening in Port Royal at that very moment, and hoped that the Commodore and Thomas Pierce wouldn't try and do anything to rescue her. After all, she was a common girl, and commoners turned up missing once and a while with very little fuss. She only hoped that was the same with her. She may have been a handmaiden and a nanny for two very respectable and wealthy families, but that was all she was: a servant of no real importance. Her train of thought snapped when she felt arms around her waist.
"What are ye thinkin' about, luv?" a familiar voice whispered into her ear.
Lara leaned back into Jack's embrace. "I'm thinking about how my supposed kidnapping must be affecting Port Royal."
Jack frowned. "Ye shouldn't worry about that, love. I'm sure that Will and Elizabeth can handle things. They're pretty clever, for a Governor's daughter and a blacksmith."
Lara gave a small chuckle before turning sober again. "I know, but if I know the Worthingtons and Thomas, they'll want the Governor and Commodore to do everything they can to get me back."
Jack squeezed her closer to him. "I won't let 'em take ye, luv. They'll have to take ye over my cold, dead body," he said fiercely.
She looked up at him in surprise. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt, Jack. I don't think I could bear it if something happened to you because of me."
Jack smiled down at her. "Don't ye worry, luv," he said, hoping to comfort her. "From what I've heard, the British Navy is too busy patrolling the islands to come after ye, and ye know that Will and Elizabeth will think of somethin' to keep 'em off our backs."
Lara smiled. "You're probably right."
"I know I am," Jack said. "Now, time for bed, luv." He swung her up in his arms, ignoring her squeals of protest as he carried her down below for a good night's sleep.
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AN: Short and sort of boring, but necessary. Sorry. Hopefully the next chapter will be more exciting, huh? Well, I hope that you enjoyed this story, so don't forget to review and tell me what you think! Thanks!