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Pirates of the Caribbean: The Changes in the Wind
Chapter 4: The Unanticipated
"What about my father?" Will asked after a bit of a dazed silence. Jack's lips pursed together slightly as he chewed his bottom lip, picking his words carefully.
"Well…" he said through a coarse sigh, getting abruptly to his feet and sauntering around the room, admiring the gold trinkets laden on the bookshelves, "rumor has it that there is a Bill Turner locked up in our beloved Queen's Australian prisons…" he paused, gesturing gaudily to a small portrait of the queen on the mantel across the room, "Lots of me mates in Tortuga are arranging a bit getaway for this Bill…seems they think it might actually be your father. But no one's the wiser. I just thought, you might like to use this information…perhaps a little, father son bonding is in order…savvy?" he asked, leaning on the back of the governor's desk chair, a delectable sly and suggestive grin on his face.
"You want me to go to Australia don't you? On your ship I presume?" Will retorted, a bit of snide sarcasm lingering in his tone.
"Well yeah-" Jack started.
"Forget it Jack." Will snapped, his teeth clenched tightly.
"Will…It could be your father…" Elizabeth cooed, getting up and sitting next to her fiancé on the couch, "you have a chance to find him."
"And what?" Will asked, getting to his feet, his fists clenched tightly with anger, "What would I talk to him about Elizabeth!? Why he abandoned me and my mother, or what the view of the bottom of the ocean looks like?"
"William…Willy?" Jack started getting in front of Will and putting his fingers gently on his shoulders, a weak smile on his face "your father never set anything in front of you and your mother…nothing…he cared more about you two than he did that wretched treasure." He said a real air of seriousness in his voice.
"Then maybe," Will spat, shoving Jack's hands off, "he should have tried a little harder to stay the good man you rave about." And with that he stormed off into the hall. Elizabeth sighed and buried her face in her hands, rubbing her temples slowly.
"This is my entire fault…" she sighed, as Jack started to chew on his finger nails. He stopped and turned around on his heels, giving her an odd look.
"Beg yer pardon?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the side.
"I should never have let him take my father's offer!" she yelled at her self, standing up and pulling slightly at her hair.
"Maybe I'm missing the relevance of this…" Jack said, cocking an eyebrow. Elizabeth turned and faced Jack again, sighing as she let her arms hit her sides.
"He's trying so hard to ignore his own blood. He doesn't want to have anything to do with piracy, he doesn't even smith anymore… He's given up everything he loves…for me…But I don't want him to! He…he's miserable. I just don't understand why he won't give the idea of his father a chance…" She said, giving Jack a look of desperation. He held her gaze and nodded slowly.
"I see…maybe he doesn't wanna take a step back from where e's come…" he said sympathetically. There was a bit of a silence before he pressed on. "Now, what's this proposition that you're going on about? I knew he was occupied with 'is new trading company, but, what da you mean offer?"
"Well, my father, he said that, if Will started a successful trade with Spain, that he could have full rights to captain the Gorrión-"
"The Gorrión!? You mean that cute little dingy under all that guard in the marina? Captain… Little William 'asn't lost all the pirate in him…" Jack muttered, stroking his beard thoughtfully, continuing to meander around the room.
"Perhaps…but he won't listen to reason. He does whatever he thinks will make me happy…even when it doesn't…" Elizabeth said dejectedly, folding her hands in front of her and looking at the floor. Fighting the urge to console her, Jack continued to pace slowly, his eyebrow cocked in thought as he surveyed Elizabeth from across the room.
"So, the Gorrión, when is its next venture?" he asked nonchalantly, lifting himself up onto the stepladder and running his fingers languidly across the titles on the bookshelf. Elizabeth snapped herself out of her self pity and looked up at Jack with interest.
"Tomorrow morning, after we've restocked…why?" she asked, the wheels in her head working almost as fast as Jack's.
"And where exactly are you and your little crew roving to…?" he asked slowly, hanging slightly from the stepladder rungs and hovering above Elizabeth.
"Where ever I want…" Elizabeth grinned.
"And where do you feel like going?" Jack hissed, his gold teeth gleaming in the fire light.
"How does Tortuga sound for starters?" Elizabeth smirked. Jack gave her a skeptical look but waited for her to clarify. "We need to pick up the pearl before we head to Australia don't we?"
"Now you're talking…why didn't I think o' that?" Jack asked himself, flopping back down onto the Persian rug beneath him. "Now, what am I supposed to until morning? I can't exactly claim a guest room…" Jack asked, peeking his head out into the hall. Elizabeth chewed on the corner of her mouth as she thought, a crafty grin crossing her face as an idea popped into her head.
"No, but Mr. Smith can…" she said, "Come on." She whispered, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the hall and out the back kitchen door.
"What in blazes are we doing out here?" he hissed as she dragged him across the garden and into a small shack built into the side of her stone mansion wall. She stayed in the shadows as she dug in the front of her corseted bosom, Jack looking away hurriedly as she did this right in front of him, pulling out a long silver key.
"What's that then?" he asked as casually as he possibly could, trying to ignore the flush of excitement he'd just experienced.
"Skeleton key." She shrugged, sticking the key into the brass lock and opening it. She walked in slowly, feeling around for the kerosene lamp and matches and lighting it quickly, revealing a small tea room. "The guards use this room on their breaks, for tea and smoking. They also use it for patching up their uniforms…" she started, making her way across the room to a few leather trunks. She opened one, only to find a few powdered wigs a little worse for wear and a few fraying red, white and blue uniforms. Elizabeth smiled at her genius and picked up a set, pair of heeled shoes and a wig and turned around holding them at arms length for Jack. He just cocked an eyebrow and took a step back, placing one hand on his hip and looking at Elizabeth as if she'd gone mad.
"Well, put them on!" Elizabeth said, shaking the uniform in front of her, some of the wig's powder shaking to the ground.
"Did I miss something? I thought I was Mr. Smith?" Jack asked, still eyeing the uniform peculiarly.
"Are you daft? I can't have you pose as some merchant; my father knows what you look like! No, I'll stick you in front of one of the guest rooms; you can say that you're Mr. Smith's personal guard. This also gives you a way to sneak onto the ship tomorrow. No one will no it's you." Elizabeth grinned.
"Can't I just stay in the rum cellar then?" Jack asked, but Elizabeth stomped her foot.
"Jack! You posed as a church cleric, you can do this for one night." She sighed, shoving the garments into his arms and stomping out of the shack. Jack sighed and quickly changed, pulling his dreadlocks into the wig and changing out of his perfectly comfortable boots into his new tightly fitting man heels. He sighed and grabbed an unloaded rifle from a rack on the wall and stepped out of the shack, leaving a bit of his dignity there.
"You look wonderful Jack." Elizabeth said, eyeing her work as Jack handed her his old clothes.
"Don't loose those; I'll want to change back tomorrow afternoon…" he growled as Elizabeth wretched at the smell of his boots, following him back quickly to the mansion.
~*A/N: I do hope you like it so far. I tried to make things slightly complicated for Jack. Didn't want it to be too clichéd and convenient. Let me know what you thought. Love ya all!*~