A/N: This next installation is a bit choppy, I am aware of that. Now
I also know there is probably some confusion but as the plot continues,
everything will reoccur and then you'll go . "Ohhhh that's what they
meant!" it'll ALL make sense! Besides that, please read and enjoy!
Rising early the next morning, Kizzy was sure to see her father off to work. Neither of them mentioned the night before for their own sake.
"You'll be back early tonight then?" Kizzy asked. "It's Thursday."
"I'll do my best. We're quite busy this time of year," Charlie kissed her cheek. Sighing heavily he looked over his daughter's young face.
"What is it?" she asked wondrously. She felt as if he thought he was never going to see her again.
"You do know if anything were to happen to me, I've always and will always love you, don't you Kizzy?" her father said in all seriousness.
Kizzy's eyes darted worriedly. "Of course I know!" she said strictly. "What's worrying you? What's wrong?" she fired quickly becoming frightened.
"Nothing, nothing." he murmured. "I'll see you for dinner," smiling still Charlie drove his carriage away from the house.
The rest of the day Kizzy avoided Clarissa. When it came to be nearly dinnertime her father was sure enough coming up the road. Greeting him excitedly, Kizzy helped him park and walked him into the house.
He had become a very wealthy man when he'd met her mother and had bought this house right outside of Port Royal shortly after she'd been born. At least that was what she'd been told.
"I ran into William today," he informed the dinner table interestingly. Kizzy coughed slightly before dabbing her mouth with her napkin.
"Ah yes," she smiled. "Mr. Turner, he's a fine man," Kizzy nodded taking a sip of her water.
Clarissa looked coyly across the table at Kizzy. She did her best to ignore the glare by dismissing herself. "I'm going to take a walk before it grows too much darker."
The sun was setting over the horizon as she walked through the gates to her home.
"I remember you," she heard suddenly. Turning and looking at the pirate she'd encountered the night before, Kizzy quickly took a few steps away from him.
"What do you want?" she demanded. The pirate took a step closer, Kizzy took a step away. The pirate stopped, noticing her agitation.
"I'm passing by, enjoying the view," he smiled as his soot rimmed eyes stood out in the growing darkness. "I cannot pass by?" he asked innocently.
"No- I mean - yes!" Kizzy thought for a moment. "No! You cannot! I suspect you are trespassing. If you don't remove yourself from this property I'll call an officer on you!" she threatened.
"An officer? Really?" the pirate asked as if it excited him. "Give me your name then love and I'll be sure te visit another time. Perhaps a day when you're not so cranky!"
"Leave now pirate, or else!" Kizzy forcibly said as she pointed down the road leading back to Port Royal.
"All right love," he finally agreed. Turning and walking toward the city, Kizzy made sure he didn't look back before she headed for the lighthouse.
Taking the scenic route, the waves of the ocean drowned out almost all the surrounding noises. The only distinct noise that could be identified was the tolling of the bells in the city.
When finally reaching the lighthouse the bells began to ring. "Six o'clock," she whispered to herself when they'd finished sounding.
~
Waiting for the girl to leave, Jack quickly returned to his position. He hadn't meant to be caught in the first place, figuring everyone was in for the night.
He'd told J.S. everything he needed to know about Charlie and was prepared to stake out there until Sunday night when the most dangerous pirate gang came to pick up their very belated treasure.
This gang was known as the Dogs of the Caribbean. They'd been searching for Charlie the past nineteen years. Only hopefully now they would get the damn map they've been looking for.
Hiding himself behind the hedges, Jack leaned against the brick wall that surrounded the home. Not quite sure how late it was he began to doze off. Falling asleep completely, he didn't stir once until he heard the loud clank of the gate.
Opening his eyes wide as darkness was all around him, Jack was clueless to the time. Peeking over the short wall, he watched as four men banged on the door. Jack felt his heart begin to race. He knew very well these were the Dogs but was warned not to interfere or else he'd be killed.
"The bastards are two nights early!" he whispered to himself. However he quickly hushed when the door opened.
"'Ello Charlie," one of the men said.
Charlie said nothing. He knew who these men were too.
"We've come te pick up our missing map," the pirate spoke again. "The cap'n has this crazy idear that you've had it all these years!" the pirate chuckled. "Be a good man and fetch if fer us, yer old mates ye know?"
Charlie nodded. "And you'll leave after then?" he asked.
"Of course," the pirate said as if he were offended. "You know better than we all do that us Dogs may be criminal but we know how to contain ourselves."
Charlie nodded again. Jack knew there was something wrong. This was too easy for both the pirates and Charlie. Suddenly Charlie could be seen again. Jack couldn't see what he had in his hand but when the loud pop broke the silence and the pirate closest to him fell dead, Jack didn't need to try and guess.
"Shit!" Jack squirmed. Everything was going wrong.
Suddenly one of the pirates attacked Charlie, knocking the pistol from his hand.
"Where's the map Charlie?!" the pirate demanded.
"Gone!" Charlie laughed after he was struck in the stomach.
"What do ye mean gone?"
"What are ye daft?"
That wasn't the right answer. The pirate punched him hard in the jaw and even through the dark night blood was visible on his face.
"I ain't askin' ye again!" the pirate threatened. Charlie started laughing again.
Jack clenched his fists. He wanted to get in there.
"It's gone Barney! I burnt it!"
"What?!" fury rose up in the pirate.
"You really think I was going to let you Dogs keep it after I found out what ye did to Alandra?" Charlie spit. "I took the map Barney and I took some of the destination's treasure. Then I made sure the likes of you Dogs never touched it again, I burned it!"
The pirate known as Barney punched Charlie again as he fell to the ground. Removing his pistol and aiming at his head he pulled the release the stopped.
"Pick'em up! We're takin' him to the cap'n!"
"What? Why? He don't have it!" the other pirate said.
"He ain't tellin' the truth. Even if he did burn it, he's got a copy of it somewhere," Barney was sure.
Jack watched as they dragged Charlie away. What was he supposed to do now?
~
Waking suddenly when a loud noise touched her ears, Kizzy rushed home at the site of the thick darkness. She had only meant to rest her eyes but accidentally fell asleep.
When finally reaching the house she found the gate wide open. She knew she'd shut it when she left. Chills quickly ran through her. Walking slowly toward the wide-open front door, tears filled her eyes when she spotted the large puddle of murky red that stained the dirt outside the door next to the pistol she knew belonged to her father.
Running into the house she called loudly for her father and Clarissa. No one answered. The house was empty but nothing was askew. Running back to the front door, Kizzy then found the scroll of paper tied to the doorknob. Fumbling with it at first she finally got it opened and read the contents:
Courtesy of,
The Dogs of the Caribbean
Kizzy felt the air in her lungs disappear. Dogs of the Caribbean. the gang she'd forced herself to forget about. The same people who'd taken her mother's life.
Not even thinking of what to do next, Kizzy began running. She was confused. She didn't even know who to run to but started for Port Royal, the paper still clutched in her fist.
Throwing the door to the blacksmith open, she found Will's startled gaze. He looked her over and immediately stopped everything he was doing.
"What's happened? What's wrong?" Will asked frantically.
Kizzy felt dizzy and suddenly ill. Before Will realized it, she passed out and he'd caught her burning body.
Will moved her quickly to a cooler spare room on the other side of the blacksmith where he tried his best to make her comfortable. When she would come to every once in a while it was only in flashes. She heard voices and bits of things but was too in shock to stay awake.
"What's wrong with her Will?" she heard a woman's voice.
"Relax, sleep now," she heard Will's voice the time later.
"I just got back. There was only a puddle of blood and a pistol." Will said to someone the next time.
"Don't worry Miss, you're being watched over," the woman's voice came again the last time. This time she was barely able to open her eyes. She caught a glimpse of Elizabeth before falling under yet again.
Rising early the next morning, Kizzy was sure to see her father off to work. Neither of them mentioned the night before for their own sake.
"You'll be back early tonight then?" Kizzy asked. "It's Thursday."
"I'll do my best. We're quite busy this time of year," Charlie kissed her cheek. Sighing heavily he looked over his daughter's young face.
"What is it?" she asked wondrously. She felt as if he thought he was never going to see her again.
"You do know if anything were to happen to me, I've always and will always love you, don't you Kizzy?" her father said in all seriousness.
Kizzy's eyes darted worriedly. "Of course I know!" she said strictly. "What's worrying you? What's wrong?" she fired quickly becoming frightened.
"Nothing, nothing." he murmured. "I'll see you for dinner," smiling still Charlie drove his carriage away from the house.
The rest of the day Kizzy avoided Clarissa. When it came to be nearly dinnertime her father was sure enough coming up the road. Greeting him excitedly, Kizzy helped him park and walked him into the house.
He had become a very wealthy man when he'd met her mother and had bought this house right outside of Port Royal shortly after she'd been born. At least that was what she'd been told.
"I ran into William today," he informed the dinner table interestingly. Kizzy coughed slightly before dabbing her mouth with her napkin.
"Ah yes," she smiled. "Mr. Turner, he's a fine man," Kizzy nodded taking a sip of her water.
Clarissa looked coyly across the table at Kizzy. She did her best to ignore the glare by dismissing herself. "I'm going to take a walk before it grows too much darker."
The sun was setting over the horizon as she walked through the gates to her home.
"I remember you," she heard suddenly. Turning and looking at the pirate she'd encountered the night before, Kizzy quickly took a few steps away from him.
"What do you want?" she demanded. The pirate took a step closer, Kizzy took a step away. The pirate stopped, noticing her agitation.
"I'm passing by, enjoying the view," he smiled as his soot rimmed eyes stood out in the growing darkness. "I cannot pass by?" he asked innocently.
"No- I mean - yes!" Kizzy thought for a moment. "No! You cannot! I suspect you are trespassing. If you don't remove yourself from this property I'll call an officer on you!" she threatened.
"An officer? Really?" the pirate asked as if it excited him. "Give me your name then love and I'll be sure te visit another time. Perhaps a day when you're not so cranky!"
"Leave now pirate, or else!" Kizzy forcibly said as she pointed down the road leading back to Port Royal.
"All right love," he finally agreed. Turning and walking toward the city, Kizzy made sure he didn't look back before she headed for the lighthouse.
Taking the scenic route, the waves of the ocean drowned out almost all the surrounding noises. The only distinct noise that could be identified was the tolling of the bells in the city.
When finally reaching the lighthouse the bells began to ring. "Six o'clock," she whispered to herself when they'd finished sounding.
~
Waiting for the girl to leave, Jack quickly returned to his position. He hadn't meant to be caught in the first place, figuring everyone was in for the night.
He'd told J.S. everything he needed to know about Charlie and was prepared to stake out there until Sunday night when the most dangerous pirate gang came to pick up their very belated treasure.
This gang was known as the Dogs of the Caribbean. They'd been searching for Charlie the past nineteen years. Only hopefully now they would get the damn map they've been looking for.
Hiding himself behind the hedges, Jack leaned against the brick wall that surrounded the home. Not quite sure how late it was he began to doze off. Falling asleep completely, he didn't stir once until he heard the loud clank of the gate.
Opening his eyes wide as darkness was all around him, Jack was clueless to the time. Peeking over the short wall, he watched as four men banged on the door. Jack felt his heart begin to race. He knew very well these were the Dogs but was warned not to interfere or else he'd be killed.
"The bastards are two nights early!" he whispered to himself. However he quickly hushed when the door opened.
"'Ello Charlie," one of the men said.
Charlie said nothing. He knew who these men were too.
"We've come te pick up our missing map," the pirate spoke again. "The cap'n has this crazy idear that you've had it all these years!" the pirate chuckled. "Be a good man and fetch if fer us, yer old mates ye know?"
Charlie nodded. "And you'll leave after then?" he asked.
"Of course," the pirate said as if he were offended. "You know better than we all do that us Dogs may be criminal but we know how to contain ourselves."
Charlie nodded again. Jack knew there was something wrong. This was too easy for both the pirates and Charlie. Suddenly Charlie could be seen again. Jack couldn't see what he had in his hand but when the loud pop broke the silence and the pirate closest to him fell dead, Jack didn't need to try and guess.
"Shit!" Jack squirmed. Everything was going wrong.
Suddenly one of the pirates attacked Charlie, knocking the pistol from his hand.
"Where's the map Charlie?!" the pirate demanded.
"Gone!" Charlie laughed after he was struck in the stomach.
"What do ye mean gone?"
"What are ye daft?"
That wasn't the right answer. The pirate punched him hard in the jaw and even through the dark night blood was visible on his face.
"I ain't askin' ye again!" the pirate threatened. Charlie started laughing again.
Jack clenched his fists. He wanted to get in there.
"It's gone Barney! I burnt it!"
"What?!" fury rose up in the pirate.
"You really think I was going to let you Dogs keep it after I found out what ye did to Alandra?" Charlie spit. "I took the map Barney and I took some of the destination's treasure. Then I made sure the likes of you Dogs never touched it again, I burned it!"
The pirate known as Barney punched Charlie again as he fell to the ground. Removing his pistol and aiming at his head he pulled the release the stopped.
"Pick'em up! We're takin' him to the cap'n!"
"What? Why? He don't have it!" the other pirate said.
"He ain't tellin' the truth. Even if he did burn it, he's got a copy of it somewhere," Barney was sure.
Jack watched as they dragged Charlie away. What was he supposed to do now?
~
Waking suddenly when a loud noise touched her ears, Kizzy rushed home at the site of the thick darkness. She had only meant to rest her eyes but accidentally fell asleep.
When finally reaching the house she found the gate wide open. She knew she'd shut it when she left. Chills quickly ran through her. Walking slowly toward the wide-open front door, tears filled her eyes when she spotted the large puddle of murky red that stained the dirt outside the door next to the pistol she knew belonged to her father.
Running into the house she called loudly for her father and Clarissa. No one answered. The house was empty but nothing was askew. Running back to the front door, Kizzy then found the scroll of paper tied to the doorknob. Fumbling with it at first she finally got it opened and read the contents:
Courtesy of,
The Dogs of the Caribbean
Kizzy felt the air in her lungs disappear. Dogs of the Caribbean. the gang she'd forced herself to forget about. The same people who'd taken her mother's life.
Not even thinking of what to do next, Kizzy began running. She was confused. She didn't even know who to run to but started for Port Royal, the paper still clutched in her fist.
Throwing the door to the blacksmith open, she found Will's startled gaze. He looked her over and immediately stopped everything he was doing.
"What's happened? What's wrong?" Will asked frantically.
Kizzy felt dizzy and suddenly ill. Before Will realized it, she passed out and he'd caught her burning body.
Will moved her quickly to a cooler spare room on the other side of the blacksmith where he tried his best to make her comfortable. When she would come to every once in a while it was only in flashes. She heard voices and bits of things but was too in shock to stay awake.
"What's wrong with her Will?" she heard a woman's voice.
"Relax, sleep now," she heard Will's voice the time later.
"I just got back. There was only a puddle of blood and a pistol." Will said to someone the next time.
"Don't worry Miss, you're being watched over," the woman's voice came again the last time. This time she was barely able to open her eyes. She caught a glimpse of Elizabeth before falling under yet again.