Chapter Four: A Rather Odd Visitor
Samantha leisurely strolled down the narrow staircase with one hand placed upon the railing and the other holding up the bottom of her dress so it was not to drag. Governor Swann stood in awe at the sight of her beauty. She had gone from wet maiden girl to a goddess-princess in less than an hour. Her hair was coiled once again and half way pulled back into a delicate bun. It flowed ever so elegantly down the side of her shoulder. The slimming sapphire and silver gown brought out the azure in her eyes as she peered down and smiled at the Governor. Elizabeth followed her from behind and was more than proud of her exceptional alteration.
"Doesn't she look radiant, Father? As simple as the gown is.she looks like a." Elizabeth was discontinued.
".A princess." The Governor concluded his daughter's sentence. "Yes.she looks lovely. You have done phenomenal work, Darling." Samantha smiled and stepped down from the last stair. As Elizabeth paraded down, she noticed a flower vase at the side of the other railing, against the wall upon a table. When she had reached the last step she took a flower from the vessel, tore the stem off, and gently placed it into Samantha's hair.
"One last accessory" She declared as she properly fixed it into her curls."Oh Samantha.I'm sure when your one true love sees you in this gown he won't think TWICE." Elizabeth admiringly affirmed. Samantha's smile faded, and she looked away once again clinging to the chain around her neck. Her thoughts where captured by Jack's smile.Since Uncle Woodrow had left on his last voyage, all she could think about was her family and how much she truly missed them. "Come now Sam.why did your smile fade? You look as radiant as an Angel."
"No.much more than an Angel." A voice rang from off to the side in the Parlor. Samantha, Elizabeth and Governor Swann crooked around and there stood Lieutenant Gregory and Captain James Norrington. Greg stepped forward and took Samantha's hand. He looked into her eyes. "I am honored that you are my escort for today.as well as tomorrow evening." He was about to lay a kiss upon her delicate limb but she hastily swiped it from his grip.
"In all due respect, I never agreed to escorting you, Lieutenant." She gazed back at Elizabeth. "Are you coming?" With that, the girls fervently sauntered passed them into the parlor and retrieved their hand crafted fans and parasols from Sue, the young maid. Governor Swann sent his apologies to both of the men and hurriedly dashed out the front door for the girls, but just as he had reached them, their carriage trotted off.
Elizabeth giggled ecstatically. She was so overwhelmed with relief and excitement. She couldn't believe what she just did.
"This whole day I have outwitted my father! I cannot believe what we have done! We make the BEST team Samantha!" She asserted. Samantha smiled and sighed. She was not that excited as her best friend. Elizabeth could see it in her eyes. She knew something was not right. "What is it?" She questioned. Samantha looked at her with an encumbered glance.
"I.I just can't help but think of things that happened a long time ago.about.William and my father.To be honest with you Elizabeth, I have not told you everything from my past.the voyage Pa-pa took was not for trade or to find unseen places.my father was a pirate.a great pirate.a captain.and though I know he would've been hanged for doing such.we had planned for you and your father never to find out.but the worst happened and Barbossa, an old family friend and second cousin to my mother showed up and wanted riches for himself.so he basically slaughtered the only family I ever knew.besides Uncle Woodrow and Aunt Jillian and me.we are all that is left of the Turner blood line." She took a deep breath and sat back into her seat. "It feels a bit good to get that out." She sighed and smiled. "I was going to tell you.but I was frightened your father may find out.It's not that I didn't trust you it's just.I couldn't tell you.It was sort of a pact I had made with my father.Are you following all of this Elizabeth?" Elizabeth's face had gone blank from the moment Sam had mentioned that her Mr. Turner was a pirate. Though she had known all along she did not expect for Samantha admit it.
"Well.at least you told me then." Elizabeth faltered. She let out a forged smile and swallowed. She was at a loss of words.
"Tongue tied, I see.I knew it'd come as a shock." Samantha giggled.
"Does your father being a pirate make you one as well?"
"No.not unless I want to be.Though I do remember having a strong yearning to be a pirate's maiden.I wanted to marry a pirate so that I could pillage and plunder and 'rifle a loot' so to speak! I wanted to be out on WILD and CRAZY adventures.though according to the articles of Bartholomew Roberts, no woman is allowed aboard a pirate ship.however my father had already broken that rule.he has brought my mother out to sea, and Aunt Jillian and me. I also distinctly remember overhearing Mr. Gibbs say that women bring bad luck.Oh." Samantha realized she had been verbalizing non stop. "Sorry, I'm rambling on about my past.but.to answer your question.I know of only one pirate who was a woman and she posed as a man. Her name was Anne Bonny. She was Irish.and a fine pirate woman at that. She probably robbed more ships than Bartholomew.or could at least if she gave it a try." Samantha shrugged and looked out her window finalizing her statements. Elizabeth looked around the carriage and finally out her window. She tried her best to gather all the things that Samantha had so effortlessly revealed. She though maybe she could tell Samantha about William, but then remembered the pirates' code and how she was not allowed to. But she could at least tell her about the medallion, how she had taken the other half, which belonged to William. Then again she was afraid Samantha would be angered that she had not exposed such before.
"All of that is rather interesting, Samantha.I'm glad you told me." She nodded and let out a smile for a second time. Sam returned her friendly grin and looked out her window. Elizabeth fumbled around with her fan, she was then uneasy and nervous of what to expect next.
The Governor came back into the house enraged and yet amused. He rambled back over to Greg and James with a slight smirk.
"Let us go to the docks gentlemen. We shall meet the ladies there." Lt. Gregory Norrington gave him a displeased stare. "What is it this time Gregory? That they just happened to turn you two down? You can have any other girl for tonight, I'm sure tomorrow Samantha and Elizabeth both will have a change in mind. For now, stop sulking, we have a very important Navigator to meet this afternoon and I intend on being there in time for his return.COME ALONG!" With that both Norrington brothers followed the governor onto the next carriage headed for the docks.
As Elizabeth stared into the distance through the dust she could see the blacksmith shop nearing. She stuck her head out the carriage window and motioned with her handkerchief for the stagecoach to stop. He did and looked back at Elizabeth to see if that is truly what she wanted. When she nodded he continued down from his platform. After she had put her head back inside, he opened the entrance and held out his hand for her to take. Samantha noticed Elizabeth leave. She clambered towards the entrance and climbed out herself. She didn't bother to ask what she was up to. She knew that Elizabeth had strong feelings for William. Elizabeth gently tapped on the door, but no one came. She gazed back at Samantha who smiled.
"You're doing it wrong! No one will EVER hear you if you do it that way." She pushed Elizabeth aside and pounded three hard times on the door. Soon, William came to the entry way. His face was full of ember residue. He was surprised to see both Elizabeth and Samantha so formally dressed at his doorstep.
"I'll be waiting over here for you two ladies." The escort called as he trailed back to the carriage. William looked from side to side examining his visitors. He finally nodded and came to Sam.
"Hello, Samantha." His attention was now focused upon Elizabeth. "Elizabeth."
"Good afternoon, Will.I just wanted to pay you a visit before we head for the docks. We are expecting the arrival of Samantha's Uncle Woodrow today." She clarified.
"Yes, I am aware of such. I was just finishing up on his welcome home gift as a matter of fact."
"He shall be very pleased when he sees it. I know it. You are truly like a son to him William." Samantha lovingly stated. "And a brother to me.I was hoping you could join us today.at the docks.while we wait." Elizabeth glared at Sam. She wasn't anticipating such. She nudged Samantha in the thigh. William saw this and smiled.
"Oh.I don't think I could do that" He politely decided.
"And why ever NOT?" Elizabeth huffed offended.
"I still have plenty of work to accomplish while I am here.But I could come by a little later, besides I am still a mess." William snickered.
"Oh well.I never noticed." Elizabeth held her breathe realizing what had just come out of her mouth. "I mean.You would look fine with a little scrubbing.no one would even know."
"That is very kind of you Miss Swann.but."
"Will! How many times must I."
"I'm terribly sorry.Elizabeth.but as I was saying.that is very kind of you, but I am in dire need of a good bathing.I smell like a horse's behind.I don't think I'll be going anywhere for the rest of the night. Good day, Elizabeth." He softly shut the door. Elizabeth glared at Samantha and then continued back into the carriage. Samantha laughed as she followed her fuming ally.
Governor Swann had reached the docks before the girls, he continued out of the carriage followed by Gregory then James. They were all saluted by the several harbor-men on duty that afternoon, as they paraded off to the side to await Woodrow's return. The Governor's attention was turned to the other side of the main docks as several huge ships gathered into Port Royal. Lt. and Captain Norrington trailed behind him once again towards the other end. The harbormaster, Mr. Jones, as well as two soldiers, Murtogg and Lieutenant Mullroy noticed a different display.
In utter astonishment a rather interesting and seemingly strange sight came from the distance. A man, or so it appeared, swung down from the main mast upon his vessel and slammed his feet into a pool of water lying in the middle of his ship. There he picked up a bucket and scooped the water into the ocean where it belonged. Sadly, the water kept overflowing. He climbed up the main mast for the second time and stood there until he had reached the main dock. The ship he had acquired sank so incredibly low, that when he reached the waterfront all he had to do was step his foot out and walk onto the flat timber.
His appearance was extremely different from anything they had ever set their eyes upon. He sported a clear Caribbean tan and as he sashayed towards them, they could see that his eyes were exceptionally dark. It was as if they were painted. Jewelry hung all about his braided dread-locked hair along with a red bandana that was tied around his forehead. He was anxiously holding onto a worn out hat of which he placed a top his head as he took a few more steps. He had an outlandish goatee of some sort with two strands of petite braids hanging down from his chin. There were rings all about his fingers and a sash tied onto his waist as well as a tight buckle that kept his long coat from opening. It flowed all the way down to his ankles. His boots seemed to be brand-new and certainly not contemptible. You could see a sword dangling off to the side in its sheath, a dagger next to it his trusty compass, (that doesn't point north) and then a rifle following. He was equipped as any navy seal would be.but he was not dressed to be a soldier.was he indeed a pirate?
As he glided down the dock he admiringly glanced around his new surroundings. He moved as if walking over marbles, and bore a lopsided smile that divulged gold teeth. Mr. Jones finally made his move and stepped forward, holding up his left hand and waving his pen about.
"YOU THERE, SIR!" He shouted. The rather odd visitor gave him a look as though he was distended. He lowered his gaze and finally smiled.
"Yes.what can I do fur ya?" He spoke in a slurred accent, as if he had just drank 10 liters of liquor.
"It's a shilling to tie up your ship." They acknowledged his catastrophe off to the side of the harbor by giving it a quick glance. "Ah, yes.and I will be needin' your name." The newcomer held up his finger and smirked. He took three shiny coins from his pocket and placed them atop the harbormaster's clipboard.
" 'Ow 'bout I make it three shillings.and we forget the name?" He bargained. Mr. Jones willingly accepted the money and placed the coins into his front coat pocket.
"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith." He jotted down the man's new alias and went on his way. Murtogg and Mullroy glared at the rather odd visitor and began to scrutinize his every move. 'Mr. Smith' noticed this and lifted an eyebrow. He stepped forward as he did, the two stalkers did the same, then he moved to the left, and again the two soldiers followed. 'Smith' got restless. He turned around and stared them straight in the eye.
"Whatdoyasay you two stop following me or at least stop copying my every bloody move, and you mossy on over to your posts where you belong and I be on me merry lil' way?" He recommended before turning around. Mullroy looked at Murtogg and shrugged. They went back to their original positions, and 'Smith' progressed down his path.
Soon, Elizabeth and Samantha arrived at the docks. Mr. Jones, the harbormaster, was waiting just for them. He smiled and made his way past Mr. Smith towards them with open arms.
"Oh Miss Swann and Miss Turner I've been expecting you! Your Uncle shall be here shortly, Miss Turner." Mr. Smith's eyes grew wide as the name "Miss Turner" circled about in his mind. He quickly jogged over to a shaded area and hid to watch.
"Yes, thank you Mr. Jones.I am pleased to hear so, though my instincts pretty much already told me so." Samantha opened her parasol and trailed down to the waterfront. Elizabeth nodded at Mr. Jones and smiled.
"It's good to see you, Mr. Jones.have you had a lot of business come in lately?" She friendly asked.
"Well, I just had a man named Mr. Smith arrive in an overflowed ship.he nearly drowned, why if Port Royal hadn't have been here, he would've been dead." He explained. Elizabeth giggled and put her parasol up over her head. She found her father and headed in his direction. Mr. Jones continued on with his work, he began to count all the ships and mark off names.
Samantha was now on her own, she was gazing ever so lonesome at the water's tiny ripples. The light from the sun reflected off the water and onto her cherry cheeks. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Sam realized how much she truly missed the sea and regretted not going with her Uncle. Mr. Smith stepped out from his shade. He confronted the harbormaster.
"You there.harbor man. Who is that delicate flower yonder?" He apprehensively pointed at Samantha.
"Pardon me, but what is a delicate flower?" Mr. Jones queried unaware of Mr. Smith's vocabulary. Smith rolled his eyes and twirled him around so he was facing towards Samantha's direction.
"Do you see that woman over there?" He pointed at the young woman in a flowing blue gown and flower placed delicately in her hair.
"Yes I do sir." Mr. Jones confidently confessed.
"Well.who is she?" Smith impatiently requested.
"Oh.that is Miss Samantha Turner. A fine girl she is. No doubt she is awaiting her Uncle's return with great anxiety.she has missed him dearly. I'm surprised she didn't tag along. She has such a heart for the sea." Mr. Jones elucidated.
"Well.thank you that was interesting.I shall be going now." Smith turned to confront Samantha.
"Have a good day, Mr. Smith!" The harbormaster waved as Smith mossied over to her. He reared around once more and smirked.
"Yes I shall, you have one yourself." He glanced back at him with a wrinkled nose and partially serious smile then jeered around once more and glided over to Sam's side. "Excuse me Miss.Turner is it?" He confronted. Samantha confoundedly gazed at him.
"Yes and who might you be?" She answered a bit uneasy while lowering her parasol.
"Oh, an old family friend, Mr. Spar.uh.Mr. Smith.or Smitty if you like." Samantha gave him a perplexed glance. She remembered someone once uttered that sentence in her childhood.
"Oh.well what business do you have here in Port Royal, Mr. Smith?"
"Nothing really.I am actually expecting someone, a very special friend of mine. Perhaps you have heard of 'em. We used to sail together."
"Really?! I'm expecting my."
"Uncle .yes I know." Smith covered his mouth realizing he had just given his key source away. He nervously glanced over at Mr. Jones as Samantha did. Mr. Jones gave a nod and Samantha smiled and waved. She slyly gazed at Mr. Smith.
"So, Smitty.been doing some friendly chatting with Mr. Jones, have you?" He let out a trivial innocent glance, smirked and then shrugged his shoulders. "No matter, I am sure I can figure out a good thing or two about you.JUST by viewing your appearance." Samantha replicated anxious to get him back. "Now.let's see." She walked around his stance examining his every accessory. "Ah-ha!" She stopped and stared him straight in the eye. "Number one, Mr. Smith.You have not shaved in years." She tugged the two small braided strands dangling from his chin. After she quickly released them, Smith smiled and nodded his head.
"Very observant I see. You would make a good sailor." He teasingly complimented.
"Speaking of which." Samantha continued. "Are you a captain of some sort of ship?" She questioned while eyeing his hat. Smith lowered his gaze.
"Why do you ask?"
"Your hat."
"What about me hat?"
"Well.all the great captains have hats such as the one you are wearing." Samantha clarified while tapping upon his favorite adornment. Smith pushed her gesture away.
"Ah, another interesting observation, yes as a matter of fact, I am a captain."
"Where's your ship?" Sam distrustfully solicited.
"Me ship?" Smith stuttered.
"Yes, all captains have a ship. Otherwise they wouldn't be a captain." He glanced over at his catastrophe, the ship hidden beneath the water, with nothing but the very tip of the mast pointing out. Samantha noticed this and laughed then glared back at Mr. Smith.
"I AM IN THE MARKET.AS IT WERE!" He snottily hollered.
"Oh, of course.so your ship sank then?"
"Well.yeeees."
"That isn't your ship is it?"
"I beg yer pardon?"
"You stole it, didn't you?"
"You know me all too well Miss Turner." Smith acknowledged with a hefty smile. Samantha gave him a suspicious glance.
"Who is it you are waiting for again, Mr. Smith?" She further questioned.
"I believe I told you."
"No. No you have not." Samantha assured.
"Well.his name be." He thought about it for a minute. Could he hide the fact that he was indeed Mr. Jack Sparrow and not Mr. Smith? Should he tell her he was awaiting Woodrow Turner, her uncle? He finally decided it was best to let the truth out even if she would not believe him. The record would be set straight sooner or later. ".his name be Woodrow Turner." Jack finally timidly affirmed. He gazed into her eyes and they shared vibrant images of their past together. Willing to let go of her history yet reluctant to believe what Jack had just stated, Samantha backed up and tried to catch her breath.
"What did you just say?" Her eyes filled with tears as he lowered his gaze and looked at her from the bottom of his eyes. She lifted an eyebrow and looked away. "You couldn't possibly know who my Uncle is.and even if you did know his name you admitted that you spoke with the harbormaster.in any order how dare you Mr. Smith! Is this your way of mocking me?" She concluded glancing back at him in fury.
"Me name ain't Mr. Smith, Sam."
"Yes I am sure.you did steal a ship.you therefore must be some kind of pirate. Am I right? I mean, what kind of man would be caught dead in that get up you are in!? You must have some sort of cover up name so that no one will know who you are. Well.if you know so deeply who my family is, then you must also know that we are good friends with the governor and his soldiers. If you do not wish for me to turn you in, then I suggest you leave!" Samantha quickly turned from him and lifted her dress as she strode away. Jack briskly jogged after her and grabbed her by her left shoulder. He turned her around and placed his other hand upon her right shoulder and roughly gazed straight into her eyes.
"How could you even know who I am if you won't even give me ONE chance to explain myself?" He irritably scoffed. Samantha let the tears stroll down her cheeks and looked away from him, yet she did not make him release his grip. She dropped her parasol upon the ground and gave in.
"Who are you?" She asked with a quivery tone while gazing back at him. Jack unfettered his tight grip and looked at her amorously.
"Me name, Love.right now be none of your concern.me background be of what you search for I think." He alleged while moving about.
"What?" Samantha did not understand.
"What you are looking for is what you cannot see."
"Mr. Smith you are making no sense." Jack continued to confuse her. He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Look, Miss Turner.You must dwell upon your past to understand who I am.I know you know a lot about pirates.and I know you must know who I am and in time it will be revealed to you.now please.don't dismay." He placed his hand upon her cheek and gently stroked the tears away. Samantha turned her face and jerked away from his loving gesture.
"You are filthy dirty. Please." She took his hand and felt its warmness. Suddenly she was captured by his flaming eyes. She lifted an eyebrow and firmly swallowed. Jack rubbed his thumb back and forth on her hand, she didn't want to let go.
"I never wanted anything to happen to you Samantha.I loved you dearly." Jack softly whispered, he kissed her hand and she pulled away.
"What did you just say?" She demanded while whipping her tears. Jack stood up straight and cleared his throat.
"Oh.nothing." He insisted. Samantha glared at him and shook her head.
"You said you never wanted anything to happen to me.you loved me dearly!" She repeated.
"Well if you know that is what I said for sure, then why did you ask what I said!?" Jack inferred. Samantha huffed and shrugged.
"This is not a time to tell jokes, Mr. Smith. Please explain yourself." She insisted. Jack mumbled amongst himself and kicked the dirt from beneath his feet. He wasn't sure how to reply. "Mr. Smith I insist that you just.have a nice evening and maybe we shall see each other some other day when you choose not to patronize me. Good day." Samantha picked up her parasol and lifted her dress as she turned to revert back to Elizabeth, but Jack took her by the arm once more. She closed her eyes hoping that she would not be met by an affectionate gaze but when she turned to stare at him his deep russet eyes met hers. She scooted closer towards him as he pulled her nearer with his grip. They were nearly face to face, but she gave in. Samantha felt eccentric. Though he was a strange new comer to Port Royal something about him was utterly familiar. "Mr. Smith I really must be going" she whispered.
"Me name ain't Mr. Smith, Samantha.I told you.it's a cover up name."
"Then do please tell me your real one so that I may know who you are when I see you around town."
"That I be tellin' to you much later. But let's just keep this moment to ourselves, please." He released her arm and backed up. "I want to formally introduce myself in a way that is more gentlemen like." He took his hat off, something he seemingly regretted to do, and oddly bowed, something he had rarely ever done. Samantha smiled and curtsied at his polite gesture.
"We actually have not formally met yet.have we?" She glanced at him in a friendly tone and held out her hand. Jack peeked at it and let out a childish smirk. He took it and while still bowing lightly kissed it. He stood straight up and placed his hat atop his bandana as it was before. "My name is Samantha Anne Turner of the Turner residents. And you?" Jack hesitated once more.
"Uh.me name, Love."
"Is not my concern at this moment, yes." Samantha interrupted. "You have already stated that. Well then there really was no use for that then was there?"
"No, there was.I just wanted to let you know I have nothing but the best intentions, Miss Turner." Sam nodded her head in approval. "There now, so how is dear William then?"
"Excuse me?"
"How is yer brother, Will.or is he." Jack bit his tongue realizing that Samantha believed he was dead.
"My brother? If you even had the slightest idea."
"My apologies, Sam.I know.I know he is dead and has been.or so you think." Jack murmured, but Samantha heard him perfectly well.
"Or so I think? I was there the very night it happened! How DARE you! What now? Are you going to bring up Jack Sparrow or have you forgotten that he is deceased as well?! I think I have had quiet enough trickery for one day, Mr. Smith! For the last time.GOOD DAY!" Samantha jerked once more and yet again Jack leaped after her and took her by the arm. Samantha would not wait to leave any longer. She yanked away. "LET GO!" She hollered. She pranced in the other direction towards the end of the dock.
"Sam, please let me explain. Jack did.DOES love you very much he just hasn't been able to get a hold of you." Samantha stopped in her tracks. She turned around and slapped Jack across the cheek. "OUCH! WHAT IN BLOODY 'ELL WAS THAT FOR?"
"For EVERY SINGLE LIE THAT HAS BEEN UTTERED FROM YOUR LIPS FULL OF POISON!" Samantha continued towards the water not knowing where she was to turn afterwards. Jack charged after her.
"SAM PLEASE!" He cried. "Let me explain." Samantha didn't look back at him but continued ambling away.
"YOU HAVE SAID ENOUGH! LEAVE BEFORE I CALL UPON THE SOLDIERS TO ARREST YOU!" She hollered behind her. Suddenly she tripped upon a loose nail in the boards. She tilted forward and with a scream fell into the water.
"SAMANTHA!" Jack called as she unintentionally leapt forward. He looked around him and summoned for Murtogg and Mullroy. They came forward. "Come now we haven't got all day. Can you swim?" They shook their heads and shrugged.
"We haven't not since 10 years ago, sir." Mullroy confessed. Jack rolled his eyes and began to strip. He handed them all his belongings, with his hat and coat and grumbled:
"The King's finest navy you are!" He then gave both of them a stern glare. "Do not let anything happen to me goods!" He then jumped in after Samantha just as the governor, Elizabeth and the Norrington brothers ran down to the main dock hopeful that Samantha was alright.
Suddenly Sam's ½-medallion pulled on her neck and made the ocean go still sending out an immense single ripple. It appeared to be as still as glass until Jack let out a loud breath as he pulled Samantha onto the shore. Captain James Norrington gave Jack a suspicious glance as did Elizabeth and the others. He quickly motioned for Mullroy and Murtogg to help him with Sam's motionless body.
"Now what?" Mullroy glanced at Murtogg who shrugged and looked at Jack. Jack grabbed his dagger from Mullroy's grip and struck open Sam's dress, Elizabeth jumped and gasped (after all it was her dress that she had lent to Samantha for the day).
"Ah-ha, there's the problem!" Jack exclaimed as he found the corset. He then stuck his dagger into the tight-fitted clothe and gently released it from her body. Samantha awoke in a startle coughing up salt water and gasping for air. Jack noticed her medallion and looked at her in concern. She clung to him then glanced all about her as Gregory placed his sword underneath Jack's nose.
"Stand-up!" He commanded. Jack glared down at the sword and then back at Greg. Lieutenant Norrington lifted an eyebrow and glowered down at Jack. Samantha looked about her once again. As Jack got to his feet he helped her on to hers.
"Oh.gee, I would've never thought of cutting open her dress like that." Murtogg amusingly admitted while clutching Samantha's damaged corset. Jack smiled.
"Clearly you have never been to Singapore." He slyly stated. Gregory motioned for the guards to get up and clap Jack's hands into cuffs. They looked around but had no iron supplies to put him in. James rolled his eyes and handed them his.
"Thank you, Sir." Mullroy clasped Jack in. He whispered into his ear: "Now, you just be good.or you won't be gettin' none of them goods back."
"What goods are you talking about?" James inquired. Murtogg stepped forward still holding the corset. Governor Swann glared at him appalled.
"Oh!" Murtogg threw the corset onto the floor. "It was his doing!" He pointed to Jack who glared away. "Anyway, these be them." He handed Jack's coat and other belongings to Captain Norrington. Elizabeth walked over to Samantha and took her into her arms.
"Are you alright?" She gazed at her perplexed friend.
"Yes.Yes I'm fine." Sam pulled away and watched carefully at what Norrington was to do. He held up Jack's compass and smirked.
"A compass that does not point north," he handed it off to his brother along with the filthy coat and glanced satisfyingly at his rusted gun. "No additional shots or powder," once again he handed it off to his brother then went through the rest of his affects, one by one, each time passing it off to Gregory. He glared at Jack's dagger upon the ground and picked it up. "I half expected it to be made of wood." He sheathed it and gave it to Greg.
"Shoot him!" The governor exclaimed enraged to see a pirate at his docks. Jack tightly closed his eyes and turned his head away as James lifted his pistol. Samantha gasped and strutted forward, placing herself in front of Captain (soon to be Commodore) Norrington's rifle.
"Captain honestly, you are not thinking of killing my rescuer? This man did nothing but save my life!" Jack opened his eyes surprised. Samantha glared at the governor then back at James. He lowered his gun and sighed. He motioned for Mullroy to push him forward. When Jack was jerked forward he huffed and glared at James. Samantha moved out of their way.
"I believe thanks are in order." He held his hand out for Jack to shake and then laughed. Jack scowled at him from the bottom of his eyes. "I'm sorry I've forgotten you are in irons, release him Murtogg!" Lieutenant Murtogg unchained him and shoved him forward. "Keep your guns on him men." Jack rubbed his hands and glared at Norrington, then he let out another crude sneer. James politely held his hand out for Jack to shake once more. "Your manners?" He confronted. Jack extended his hand, the minute he did Norrington grabbed his sleeve and pulled it back revealing the sparrow tattoo with an imprinted name, "Jack" in bold cryptic lettering beneath the bird's spread wings. Under the tattoo on the back of his wrist was a 'P' which was a branded scar.
Samantha gasped. Her eyes welled up with tears. She remembered the day Jack had gotten his tattoo. "Jack.?" She whispered underneath her breath.
"Well if it isn't the infamous Jack Sparrow!" James exclaimed. "It's been well over ten years. We thought you were dead!"
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please! And I am far from dead...sir!" he corrected.
"Well, I do not see your ship anywhere, CAPTAIN." Norrington mocked.
"I am in the market as it were." Jack stated as before.
"Really now? Is that why you have come to Port Royal?" Just then, Viceroy Hemmingway Norrington trotted up with his stallion patched with the royal seal. He descended from his steed and glared at Jack then noticed Samantha's flushed face.
"Dear, Miss Turner, whatever has happened?" He walked past his sons and took her cold hands. "Are you alright?" Samantha jeered away and glanced at Jack.
"I'm fine.JUST FINE!" Jack looked at her bepuzzled. "HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME YOU WERE ALIVE?" Jack moved backwards as Samantha charged for him. Elizabeth held her back.
"Samantha please! You have had a rough day, there's no sense in loosing your temper and fainting over it all." She scolded. Viceroy Norrington glanced at his sons and nodded.
"Go about your business boys, I will step aside and watch." He moved off to the side and speculated.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, as it were in the current condition, you are none other than a pirate, friend or no friend you shall be hanged." Greg explained, in a jealous rage knowing that this was the man that Samantha truly had loved. Sam clung to Elizabeth and cried into her shoulder.
"Is there something else we could possibly do, Father?" Elizabeth glanced at her father in sympathy of the situation. The governor was at a loss of words. He knew that it was mandatory every pirate be hung.
"I'm afraid there is nothing we can do. Jack chose his way of life, he must be punished. Clap him in irons once again, men." He gave orders to his soldiers and that they did. Jack looked at Samantha lovingly and then scoffed at both the Norrington brothers.
"Perhaps." He moved away from the irons and came towards James. "We can make an arrangement." Samantha released Elizabeth and glanced curiously at the men. Mullroy caught up to Jack and placed him into his chains.
"There will be no arrangement!" James declared. He walked away and mounted his horse. "Take him to the dungeon. He shall be hung tomorrow evening after the ceremony. Captain or none, Mr. Sparrow, you are without a doubt the worst Pirate I have ever heard of!"
"But you admit you have heard of me." Jack situated scrunching his nose in a happy yet sly tone. Captain Norrington sighed then nodded at his father as he rode away. "Finally!" Jack rolled his eyes and rammed into Elizabeth. She shrieked as he threw his chains around her neck.
"JACK!" Samantha hollered. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"KEEPING ME LIFE, LOVE!" The soldiers raised their guns.
"NO DON'T SHOOT!" Governor Swann commanded.
"Here's the deal, mateys. You give me my goods back and set me free, and I do no harm to Elizabeth here."
"It's MISS SWANN!" Elizabeth shouted.
"DO AS HE SAYS!" The viceroy ordered. Mullroy and Murtogg handed Elizabeth Jack's effects. She turned to him, still within his chains and placed his hat back upon his head, his coat upon his shoulder, and the other accessories back where they belonged.
"Thank you, MISS SWANN! I knew you'd warm up to me!" Elizabeth scoffed as she rolled her eyes. He turned her back around so that the chains were once again around her neck and backed up. He arbitrarily released her, then quickly mounted the viceroy's horse and briskly trotted away, his coat falling from his shoulder onto the dusty ground.
"AFTER HIM!" both Governor Swann and Hemmingway demanded. A group of soldiers, including Murtogg, Mullroy and Gregory, charged after him, some with horses, and others without. Elizabeth glared at Sam, who smiled and let out a giggle.
"HOW DARE YOU, LAUGH AT SUCH AN OCCASION?!" Elizabeth bawled. "My dress is RUINED as well as your perfectly good corset! You are once again a wet mess.and Viceroy Norrington's horse was taken away! What do you find so amusing?" She asked as she stepped towards Samantha.
"I cannot believe on his first day of arrival he has already created such a mess. It reminds me of our childhood." She enlightened.
"I can understand him being so corrupt, seeing your father cold bloodedly murdered." The viceroy chimed in, with a cruel mannered tone. Samantha turned to him, her smile faded. She was yet again reminiscent of unwanted memories.
"Yes.well.he is NOT CORRUPT, he just would like to keep his life, pirate or NOT!" Sam replied raising her tenor while glaring furiously at him. Enraged, the viceroy lifted an eyebrow and alleged toward her.
"He is a PIRATE, which means he MUST die whether you like the idea or not, MISS TURNER! He has fled from the law! PIRATES ARE NOTHING BUT FOUL CREATURES AND I WILL SEE TO IT THAT ALL OF THEM GET WHAT THEY DESERVE!......"
"A short drop and a sudden stop." Elizabeth finished his sentence remembering James saying that once before. "Apparently, Viceroy, you have taught your wily sons well."
"ELIZABETH!" Governor Swann reprimanded. "I will not have my daughter have a sour tongue with my appointed viceroy! You will apologize!"
"Indeed, I will.but in the mean time, we are to wait for Mr. Turner to return. When he arrives I will see to it that Viceroy Norrington gets his apology." She looked at Sam remorsefully. "Is there anything we can do about her improper appearance? Do we have a towel or coat we can." It was then Samantha noticed Jack's coat upon the ground. She knelt down and gently picked it up. "Sam, you really aren't thinking wearing that awful thing are you?" Elizabeth glanced abysmally at her as she put it on.
"It is the only thing we have at this moment." Sam shrugged and buttoned it up. Suddenly, a ship came within sight from the distance.
"AHOY! A SHIP COMES A BLOWIN' THIS WAY GOVERNOR! I BELIEVE IT IS WOODROW TURNER!" All four of them came closer to the edge of the dock and squinted to see if they could tell whether it was him or not. Samantha grinned. She was filled with a familiar presence. She knew her Uncle had safely come home.
Samantha leisurely strolled down the narrow staircase with one hand placed upon the railing and the other holding up the bottom of her dress so it was not to drag. Governor Swann stood in awe at the sight of her beauty. She had gone from wet maiden girl to a goddess-princess in less than an hour. Her hair was coiled once again and half way pulled back into a delicate bun. It flowed ever so elegantly down the side of her shoulder. The slimming sapphire and silver gown brought out the azure in her eyes as she peered down and smiled at the Governor. Elizabeth followed her from behind and was more than proud of her exceptional alteration.
"Doesn't she look radiant, Father? As simple as the gown is.she looks like a." Elizabeth was discontinued.
".A princess." The Governor concluded his daughter's sentence. "Yes.she looks lovely. You have done phenomenal work, Darling." Samantha smiled and stepped down from the last stair. As Elizabeth paraded down, she noticed a flower vase at the side of the other railing, against the wall upon a table. When she had reached the last step she took a flower from the vessel, tore the stem off, and gently placed it into Samantha's hair.
"One last accessory" She declared as she properly fixed it into her curls."Oh Samantha.I'm sure when your one true love sees you in this gown he won't think TWICE." Elizabeth admiringly affirmed. Samantha's smile faded, and she looked away once again clinging to the chain around her neck. Her thoughts where captured by Jack's smile.Since Uncle Woodrow had left on his last voyage, all she could think about was her family and how much she truly missed them. "Come now Sam.why did your smile fade? You look as radiant as an Angel."
"No.much more than an Angel." A voice rang from off to the side in the Parlor. Samantha, Elizabeth and Governor Swann crooked around and there stood Lieutenant Gregory and Captain James Norrington. Greg stepped forward and took Samantha's hand. He looked into her eyes. "I am honored that you are my escort for today.as well as tomorrow evening." He was about to lay a kiss upon her delicate limb but she hastily swiped it from his grip.
"In all due respect, I never agreed to escorting you, Lieutenant." She gazed back at Elizabeth. "Are you coming?" With that, the girls fervently sauntered passed them into the parlor and retrieved their hand crafted fans and parasols from Sue, the young maid. Governor Swann sent his apologies to both of the men and hurriedly dashed out the front door for the girls, but just as he had reached them, their carriage trotted off.
Elizabeth giggled ecstatically. She was so overwhelmed with relief and excitement. She couldn't believe what she just did.
"This whole day I have outwitted my father! I cannot believe what we have done! We make the BEST team Samantha!" She asserted. Samantha smiled and sighed. She was not that excited as her best friend. Elizabeth could see it in her eyes. She knew something was not right. "What is it?" She questioned. Samantha looked at her with an encumbered glance.
"I.I just can't help but think of things that happened a long time ago.about.William and my father.To be honest with you Elizabeth, I have not told you everything from my past.the voyage Pa-pa took was not for trade or to find unseen places.my father was a pirate.a great pirate.a captain.and though I know he would've been hanged for doing such.we had planned for you and your father never to find out.but the worst happened and Barbossa, an old family friend and second cousin to my mother showed up and wanted riches for himself.so he basically slaughtered the only family I ever knew.besides Uncle Woodrow and Aunt Jillian and me.we are all that is left of the Turner blood line." She took a deep breath and sat back into her seat. "It feels a bit good to get that out." She sighed and smiled. "I was going to tell you.but I was frightened your father may find out.It's not that I didn't trust you it's just.I couldn't tell you.It was sort of a pact I had made with my father.Are you following all of this Elizabeth?" Elizabeth's face had gone blank from the moment Sam had mentioned that her Mr. Turner was a pirate. Though she had known all along she did not expect for Samantha admit it.
"Well.at least you told me then." Elizabeth faltered. She let out a forged smile and swallowed. She was at a loss of words.
"Tongue tied, I see.I knew it'd come as a shock." Samantha giggled.
"Does your father being a pirate make you one as well?"
"No.not unless I want to be.Though I do remember having a strong yearning to be a pirate's maiden.I wanted to marry a pirate so that I could pillage and plunder and 'rifle a loot' so to speak! I wanted to be out on WILD and CRAZY adventures.though according to the articles of Bartholomew Roberts, no woman is allowed aboard a pirate ship.however my father had already broken that rule.he has brought my mother out to sea, and Aunt Jillian and me. I also distinctly remember overhearing Mr. Gibbs say that women bring bad luck.Oh." Samantha realized she had been verbalizing non stop. "Sorry, I'm rambling on about my past.but.to answer your question.I know of only one pirate who was a woman and she posed as a man. Her name was Anne Bonny. She was Irish.and a fine pirate woman at that. She probably robbed more ships than Bartholomew.or could at least if she gave it a try." Samantha shrugged and looked out her window finalizing her statements. Elizabeth looked around the carriage and finally out her window. She tried her best to gather all the things that Samantha had so effortlessly revealed. She though maybe she could tell Samantha about William, but then remembered the pirates' code and how she was not allowed to. But she could at least tell her about the medallion, how she had taken the other half, which belonged to William. Then again she was afraid Samantha would be angered that she had not exposed such before.
"All of that is rather interesting, Samantha.I'm glad you told me." She nodded and let out a smile for a second time. Sam returned her friendly grin and looked out her window. Elizabeth fumbled around with her fan, she was then uneasy and nervous of what to expect next.
The Governor came back into the house enraged and yet amused. He rambled back over to Greg and James with a slight smirk.
"Let us go to the docks gentlemen. We shall meet the ladies there." Lt. Gregory Norrington gave him a displeased stare. "What is it this time Gregory? That they just happened to turn you two down? You can have any other girl for tonight, I'm sure tomorrow Samantha and Elizabeth both will have a change in mind. For now, stop sulking, we have a very important Navigator to meet this afternoon and I intend on being there in time for his return.COME ALONG!" With that both Norrington brothers followed the governor onto the next carriage headed for the docks.
As Elizabeth stared into the distance through the dust she could see the blacksmith shop nearing. She stuck her head out the carriage window and motioned with her handkerchief for the stagecoach to stop. He did and looked back at Elizabeth to see if that is truly what she wanted. When she nodded he continued down from his platform. After she had put her head back inside, he opened the entrance and held out his hand for her to take. Samantha noticed Elizabeth leave. She clambered towards the entrance and climbed out herself. She didn't bother to ask what she was up to. She knew that Elizabeth had strong feelings for William. Elizabeth gently tapped on the door, but no one came. She gazed back at Samantha who smiled.
"You're doing it wrong! No one will EVER hear you if you do it that way." She pushed Elizabeth aside and pounded three hard times on the door. Soon, William came to the entry way. His face was full of ember residue. He was surprised to see both Elizabeth and Samantha so formally dressed at his doorstep.
"I'll be waiting over here for you two ladies." The escort called as he trailed back to the carriage. William looked from side to side examining his visitors. He finally nodded and came to Sam.
"Hello, Samantha." His attention was now focused upon Elizabeth. "Elizabeth."
"Good afternoon, Will.I just wanted to pay you a visit before we head for the docks. We are expecting the arrival of Samantha's Uncle Woodrow today." She clarified.
"Yes, I am aware of such. I was just finishing up on his welcome home gift as a matter of fact."
"He shall be very pleased when he sees it. I know it. You are truly like a son to him William." Samantha lovingly stated. "And a brother to me.I was hoping you could join us today.at the docks.while we wait." Elizabeth glared at Sam. She wasn't anticipating such. She nudged Samantha in the thigh. William saw this and smiled.
"Oh.I don't think I could do that" He politely decided.
"And why ever NOT?" Elizabeth huffed offended.
"I still have plenty of work to accomplish while I am here.But I could come by a little later, besides I am still a mess." William snickered.
"Oh well.I never noticed." Elizabeth held her breathe realizing what had just come out of her mouth. "I mean.You would look fine with a little scrubbing.no one would even know."
"That is very kind of you Miss Swann.but."
"Will! How many times must I."
"I'm terribly sorry.Elizabeth.but as I was saying.that is very kind of you, but I am in dire need of a good bathing.I smell like a horse's behind.I don't think I'll be going anywhere for the rest of the night. Good day, Elizabeth." He softly shut the door. Elizabeth glared at Samantha and then continued back into the carriage. Samantha laughed as she followed her fuming ally.
Governor Swann had reached the docks before the girls, he continued out of the carriage followed by Gregory then James. They were all saluted by the several harbor-men on duty that afternoon, as they paraded off to the side to await Woodrow's return. The Governor's attention was turned to the other side of the main docks as several huge ships gathered into Port Royal. Lt. and Captain Norrington trailed behind him once again towards the other end. The harbormaster, Mr. Jones, as well as two soldiers, Murtogg and Lieutenant Mullroy noticed a different display.
In utter astonishment a rather interesting and seemingly strange sight came from the distance. A man, or so it appeared, swung down from the main mast upon his vessel and slammed his feet into a pool of water lying in the middle of his ship. There he picked up a bucket and scooped the water into the ocean where it belonged. Sadly, the water kept overflowing. He climbed up the main mast for the second time and stood there until he had reached the main dock. The ship he had acquired sank so incredibly low, that when he reached the waterfront all he had to do was step his foot out and walk onto the flat timber.
His appearance was extremely different from anything they had ever set their eyes upon. He sported a clear Caribbean tan and as he sashayed towards them, they could see that his eyes were exceptionally dark. It was as if they were painted. Jewelry hung all about his braided dread-locked hair along with a red bandana that was tied around his forehead. He was anxiously holding onto a worn out hat of which he placed a top his head as he took a few more steps. He had an outlandish goatee of some sort with two strands of petite braids hanging down from his chin. There were rings all about his fingers and a sash tied onto his waist as well as a tight buckle that kept his long coat from opening. It flowed all the way down to his ankles. His boots seemed to be brand-new and certainly not contemptible. You could see a sword dangling off to the side in its sheath, a dagger next to it his trusty compass, (that doesn't point north) and then a rifle following. He was equipped as any navy seal would be.but he was not dressed to be a soldier.was he indeed a pirate?
As he glided down the dock he admiringly glanced around his new surroundings. He moved as if walking over marbles, and bore a lopsided smile that divulged gold teeth. Mr. Jones finally made his move and stepped forward, holding up his left hand and waving his pen about.
"YOU THERE, SIR!" He shouted. The rather odd visitor gave him a look as though he was distended. He lowered his gaze and finally smiled.
"Yes.what can I do fur ya?" He spoke in a slurred accent, as if he had just drank 10 liters of liquor.
"It's a shilling to tie up your ship." They acknowledged his catastrophe off to the side of the harbor by giving it a quick glance. "Ah, yes.and I will be needin' your name." The newcomer held up his finger and smirked. He took three shiny coins from his pocket and placed them atop the harbormaster's clipboard.
" 'Ow 'bout I make it three shillings.and we forget the name?" He bargained. Mr. Jones willingly accepted the money and placed the coins into his front coat pocket.
"Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith." He jotted down the man's new alias and went on his way. Murtogg and Mullroy glared at the rather odd visitor and began to scrutinize his every move. 'Mr. Smith' noticed this and lifted an eyebrow. He stepped forward as he did, the two stalkers did the same, then he moved to the left, and again the two soldiers followed. 'Smith' got restless. He turned around and stared them straight in the eye.
"Whatdoyasay you two stop following me or at least stop copying my every bloody move, and you mossy on over to your posts where you belong and I be on me merry lil' way?" He recommended before turning around. Mullroy looked at Murtogg and shrugged. They went back to their original positions, and 'Smith' progressed down his path.
Soon, Elizabeth and Samantha arrived at the docks. Mr. Jones, the harbormaster, was waiting just for them. He smiled and made his way past Mr. Smith towards them with open arms.
"Oh Miss Swann and Miss Turner I've been expecting you! Your Uncle shall be here shortly, Miss Turner." Mr. Smith's eyes grew wide as the name "Miss Turner" circled about in his mind. He quickly jogged over to a shaded area and hid to watch.
"Yes, thank you Mr. Jones.I am pleased to hear so, though my instincts pretty much already told me so." Samantha opened her parasol and trailed down to the waterfront. Elizabeth nodded at Mr. Jones and smiled.
"It's good to see you, Mr. Jones.have you had a lot of business come in lately?" She friendly asked.
"Well, I just had a man named Mr. Smith arrive in an overflowed ship.he nearly drowned, why if Port Royal hadn't have been here, he would've been dead." He explained. Elizabeth giggled and put her parasol up over her head. She found her father and headed in his direction. Mr. Jones continued on with his work, he began to count all the ships and mark off names.
Samantha was now on her own, she was gazing ever so lonesome at the water's tiny ripples. The light from the sun reflected off the water and onto her cherry cheeks. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Sam realized how much she truly missed the sea and regretted not going with her Uncle. Mr. Smith stepped out from his shade. He confronted the harbormaster.
"You there.harbor man. Who is that delicate flower yonder?" He apprehensively pointed at Samantha.
"Pardon me, but what is a delicate flower?" Mr. Jones queried unaware of Mr. Smith's vocabulary. Smith rolled his eyes and twirled him around so he was facing towards Samantha's direction.
"Do you see that woman over there?" He pointed at the young woman in a flowing blue gown and flower placed delicately in her hair.
"Yes I do sir." Mr. Jones confidently confessed.
"Well.who is she?" Smith impatiently requested.
"Oh.that is Miss Samantha Turner. A fine girl she is. No doubt she is awaiting her Uncle's return with great anxiety.she has missed him dearly. I'm surprised she didn't tag along. She has such a heart for the sea." Mr. Jones elucidated.
"Well.thank you that was interesting.I shall be going now." Smith turned to confront Samantha.
"Have a good day, Mr. Smith!" The harbormaster waved as Smith mossied over to her. He reared around once more and smirked.
"Yes I shall, you have one yourself." He glanced back at him with a wrinkled nose and partially serious smile then jeered around once more and glided over to Sam's side. "Excuse me Miss.Turner is it?" He confronted. Samantha confoundedly gazed at him.
"Yes and who might you be?" She answered a bit uneasy while lowering her parasol.
"Oh, an old family friend, Mr. Spar.uh.Mr. Smith.or Smitty if you like." Samantha gave him a perplexed glance. She remembered someone once uttered that sentence in her childhood.
"Oh.well what business do you have here in Port Royal, Mr. Smith?"
"Nothing really.I am actually expecting someone, a very special friend of mine. Perhaps you have heard of 'em. We used to sail together."
"Really?! I'm expecting my."
"Uncle .yes I know." Smith covered his mouth realizing he had just given his key source away. He nervously glanced over at Mr. Jones as Samantha did. Mr. Jones gave a nod and Samantha smiled and waved. She slyly gazed at Mr. Smith.
"So, Smitty.been doing some friendly chatting with Mr. Jones, have you?" He let out a trivial innocent glance, smirked and then shrugged his shoulders. "No matter, I am sure I can figure out a good thing or two about you.JUST by viewing your appearance." Samantha replicated anxious to get him back. "Now.let's see." She walked around his stance examining his every accessory. "Ah-ha!" She stopped and stared him straight in the eye. "Number one, Mr. Smith.You have not shaved in years." She tugged the two small braided strands dangling from his chin. After she quickly released them, Smith smiled and nodded his head.
"Very observant I see. You would make a good sailor." He teasingly complimented.
"Speaking of which." Samantha continued. "Are you a captain of some sort of ship?" She questioned while eyeing his hat. Smith lowered his gaze.
"Why do you ask?"
"Your hat."
"What about me hat?"
"Well.all the great captains have hats such as the one you are wearing." Samantha clarified while tapping upon his favorite adornment. Smith pushed her gesture away.
"Ah, another interesting observation, yes as a matter of fact, I am a captain."
"Where's your ship?" Sam distrustfully solicited.
"Me ship?" Smith stuttered.
"Yes, all captains have a ship. Otherwise they wouldn't be a captain." He glanced over at his catastrophe, the ship hidden beneath the water, with nothing but the very tip of the mast pointing out. Samantha noticed this and laughed then glared back at Mr. Smith.
"I AM IN THE MARKET.AS IT WERE!" He snottily hollered.
"Oh, of course.so your ship sank then?"
"Well.yeeees."
"That isn't your ship is it?"
"I beg yer pardon?"
"You stole it, didn't you?"
"You know me all too well Miss Turner." Smith acknowledged with a hefty smile. Samantha gave him a suspicious glance.
"Who is it you are waiting for again, Mr. Smith?" She further questioned.
"I believe I told you."
"No. No you have not." Samantha assured.
"Well.his name be." He thought about it for a minute. Could he hide the fact that he was indeed Mr. Jack Sparrow and not Mr. Smith? Should he tell her he was awaiting Woodrow Turner, her uncle? He finally decided it was best to let the truth out even if she would not believe him. The record would be set straight sooner or later. ".his name be Woodrow Turner." Jack finally timidly affirmed. He gazed into her eyes and they shared vibrant images of their past together. Willing to let go of her history yet reluctant to believe what Jack had just stated, Samantha backed up and tried to catch her breath.
"What did you just say?" Her eyes filled with tears as he lowered his gaze and looked at her from the bottom of his eyes. She lifted an eyebrow and looked away. "You couldn't possibly know who my Uncle is.and even if you did know his name you admitted that you spoke with the harbormaster.in any order how dare you Mr. Smith! Is this your way of mocking me?" She concluded glancing back at him in fury.
"Me name ain't Mr. Smith, Sam."
"Yes I am sure.you did steal a ship.you therefore must be some kind of pirate. Am I right? I mean, what kind of man would be caught dead in that get up you are in!? You must have some sort of cover up name so that no one will know who you are. Well.if you know so deeply who my family is, then you must also know that we are good friends with the governor and his soldiers. If you do not wish for me to turn you in, then I suggest you leave!" Samantha quickly turned from him and lifted her dress as she strode away. Jack briskly jogged after her and grabbed her by her left shoulder. He turned her around and placed his other hand upon her right shoulder and roughly gazed straight into her eyes.
"How could you even know who I am if you won't even give me ONE chance to explain myself?" He irritably scoffed. Samantha let the tears stroll down her cheeks and looked away from him, yet she did not make him release his grip. She dropped her parasol upon the ground and gave in.
"Who are you?" She asked with a quivery tone while gazing back at him. Jack unfettered his tight grip and looked at her amorously.
"Me name, Love.right now be none of your concern.me background be of what you search for I think." He alleged while moving about.
"What?" Samantha did not understand.
"What you are looking for is what you cannot see."
"Mr. Smith you are making no sense." Jack continued to confuse her. He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Look, Miss Turner.You must dwell upon your past to understand who I am.I know you know a lot about pirates.and I know you must know who I am and in time it will be revealed to you.now please.don't dismay." He placed his hand upon her cheek and gently stroked the tears away. Samantha turned her face and jerked away from his loving gesture.
"You are filthy dirty. Please." She took his hand and felt its warmness. Suddenly she was captured by his flaming eyes. She lifted an eyebrow and firmly swallowed. Jack rubbed his thumb back and forth on her hand, she didn't want to let go.
"I never wanted anything to happen to you Samantha.I loved you dearly." Jack softly whispered, he kissed her hand and she pulled away.
"What did you just say?" She demanded while whipping her tears. Jack stood up straight and cleared his throat.
"Oh.nothing." He insisted. Samantha glared at him and shook her head.
"You said you never wanted anything to happen to me.you loved me dearly!" She repeated.
"Well if you know that is what I said for sure, then why did you ask what I said!?" Jack inferred. Samantha huffed and shrugged.
"This is not a time to tell jokes, Mr. Smith. Please explain yourself." She insisted. Jack mumbled amongst himself and kicked the dirt from beneath his feet. He wasn't sure how to reply. "Mr. Smith I insist that you just.have a nice evening and maybe we shall see each other some other day when you choose not to patronize me. Good day." Samantha picked up her parasol and lifted her dress as she turned to revert back to Elizabeth, but Jack took her by the arm once more. She closed her eyes hoping that she would not be met by an affectionate gaze but when she turned to stare at him his deep russet eyes met hers. She scooted closer towards him as he pulled her nearer with his grip. They were nearly face to face, but she gave in. Samantha felt eccentric. Though he was a strange new comer to Port Royal something about him was utterly familiar. "Mr. Smith I really must be going" she whispered.
"Me name ain't Mr. Smith, Samantha.I told you.it's a cover up name."
"Then do please tell me your real one so that I may know who you are when I see you around town."
"That I be tellin' to you much later. But let's just keep this moment to ourselves, please." He released her arm and backed up. "I want to formally introduce myself in a way that is more gentlemen like." He took his hat off, something he seemingly regretted to do, and oddly bowed, something he had rarely ever done. Samantha smiled and curtsied at his polite gesture.
"We actually have not formally met yet.have we?" She glanced at him in a friendly tone and held out her hand. Jack peeked at it and let out a childish smirk. He took it and while still bowing lightly kissed it. He stood straight up and placed his hat atop his bandana as it was before. "My name is Samantha Anne Turner of the Turner residents. And you?" Jack hesitated once more.
"Uh.me name, Love."
"Is not my concern at this moment, yes." Samantha interrupted. "You have already stated that. Well then there really was no use for that then was there?"
"No, there was.I just wanted to let you know I have nothing but the best intentions, Miss Turner." Sam nodded her head in approval. "There now, so how is dear William then?"
"Excuse me?"
"How is yer brother, Will.or is he." Jack bit his tongue realizing that Samantha believed he was dead.
"My brother? If you even had the slightest idea."
"My apologies, Sam.I know.I know he is dead and has been.or so you think." Jack murmured, but Samantha heard him perfectly well.
"Or so I think? I was there the very night it happened! How DARE you! What now? Are you going to bring up Jack Sparrow or have you forgotten that he is deceased as well?! I think I have had quiet enough trickery for one day, Mr. Smith! For the last time.GOOD DAY!" Samantha jerked once more and yet again Jack leaped after her and took her by the arm. Samantha would not wait to leave any longer. She yanked away. "LET GO!" She hollered. She pranced in the other direction towards the end of the dock.
"Sam, please let me explain. Jack did.DOES love you very much he just hasn't been able to get a hold of you." Samantha stopped in her tracks. She turned around and slapped Jack across the cheek. "OUCH! WHAT IN BLOODY 'ELL WAS THAT FOR?"
"For EVERY SINGLE LIE THAT HAS BEEN UTTERED FROM YOUR LIPS FULL OF POISON!" Samantha continued towards the water not knowing where she was to turn afterwards. Jack charged after her.
"SAM PLEASE!" He cried. "Let me explain." Samantha didn't look back at him but continued ambling away.
"YOU HAVE SAID ENOUGH! LEAVE BEFORE I CALL UPON THE SOLDIERS TO ARREST YOU!" She hollered behind her. Suddenly she tripped upon a loose nail in the boards. She tilted forward and with a scream fell into the water.
"SAMANTHA!" Jack called as she unintentionally leapt forward. He looked around him and summoned for Murtogg and Mullroy. They came forward. "Come now we haven't got all day. Can you swim?" They shook their heads and shrugged.
"We haven't not since 10 years ago, sir." Mullroy confessed. Jack rolled his eyes and began to strip. He handed them all his belongings, with his hat and coat and grumbled:
"The King's finest navy you are!" He then gave both of them a stern glare. "Do not let anything happen to me goods!" He then jumped in after Samantha just as the governor, Elizabeth and the Norrington brothers ran down to the main dock hopeful that Samantha was alright.
Suddenly Sam's ½-medallion pulled on her neck and made the ocean go still sending out an immense single ripple. It appeared to be as still as glass until Jack let out a loud breath as he pulled Samantha onto the shore. Captain James Norrington gave Jack a suspicious glance as did Elizabeth and the others. He quickly motioned for Mullroy and Murtogg to help him with Sam's motionless body.
"Now what?" Mullroy glanced at Murtogg who shrugged and looked at Jack. Jack grabbed his dagger from Mullroy's grip and struck open Sam's dress, Elizabeth jumped and gasped (after all it was her dress that she had lent to Samantha for the day).
"Ah-ha, there's the problem!" Jack exclaimed as he found the corset. He then stuck his dagger into the tight-fitted clothe and gently released it from her body. Samantha awoke in a startle coughing up salt water and gasping for air. Jack noticed her medallion and looked at her in concern. She clung to him then glanced all about her as Gregory placed his sword underneath Jack's nose.
"Stand-up!" He commanded. Jack glared down at the sword and then back at Greg. Lieutenant Norrington lifted an eyebrow and glowered down at Jack. Samantha looked about her once again. As Jack got to his feet he helped her on to hers.
"Oh.gee, I would've never thought of cutting open her dress like that." Murtogg amusingly admitted while clutching Samantha's damaged corset. Jack smiled.
"Clearly you have never been to Singapore." He slyly stated. Gregory motioned for the guards to get up and clap Jack's hands into cuffs. They looked around but had no iron supplies to put him in. James rolled his eyes and handed them his.
"Thank you, Sir." Mullroy clasped Jack in. He whispered into his ear: "Now, you just be good.or you won't be gettin' none of them goods back."
"What goods are you talking about?" James inquired. Murtogg stepped forward still holding the corset. Governor Swann glared at him appalled.
"Oh!" Murtogg threw the corset onto the floor. "It was his doing!" He pointed to Jack who glared away. "Anyway, these be them." He handed Jack's coat and other belongings to Captain Norrington. Elizabeth walked over to Samantha and took her into her arms.
"Are you alright?" She gazed at her perplexed friend.
"Yes.Yes I'm fine." Sam pulled away and watched carefully at what Norrington was to do. He held up Jack's compass and smirked.
"A compass that does not point north," he handed it off to his brother along with the filthy coat and glanced satisfyingly at his rusted gun. "No additional shots or powder," once again he handed it off to his brother then went through the rest of his affects, one by one, each time passing it off to Gregory. He glared at Jack's dagger upon the ground and picked it up. "I half expected it to be made of wood." He sheathed it and gave it to Greg.
"Shoot him!" The governor exclaimed enraged to see a pirate at his docks. Jack tightly closed his eyes and turned his head away as James lifted his pistol. Samantha gasped and strutted forward, placing herself in front of Captain (soon to be Commodore) Norrington's rifle.
"Captain honestly, you are not thinking of killing my rescuer? This man did nothing but save my life!" Jack opened his eyes surprised. Samantha glared at the governor then back at James. He lowered his gun and sighed. He motioned for Mullroy to push him forward. When Jack was jerked forward he huffed and glared at James. Samantha moved out of their way.
"I believe thanks are in order." He held his hand out for Jack to shake and then laughed. Jack scowled at him from the bottom of his eyes. "I'm sorry I've forgotten you are in irons, release him Murtogg!" Lieutenant Murtogg unchained him and shoved him forward. "Keep your guns on him men." Jack rubbed his hands and glared at Norrington, then he let out another crude sneer. James politely held his hand out for Jack to shake once more. "Your manners?" He confronted. Jack extended his hand, the minute he did Norrington grabbed his sleeve and pulled it back revealing the sparrow tattoo with an imprinted name, "Jack" in bold cryptic lettering beneath the bird's spread wings. Under the tattoo on the back of his wrist was a 'P' which was a branded scar.
Samantha gasped. Her eyes welled up with tears. She remembered the day Jack had gotten his tattoo. "Jack.?" She whispered underneath her breath.
"Well if it isn't the infamous Jack Sparrow!" James exclaimed. "It's been well over ten years. We thought you were dead!"
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please! And I am far from dead...sir!" he corrected.
"Well, I do not see your ship anywhere, CAPTAIN." Norrington mocked.
"I am in the market as it were." Jack stated as before.
"Really now? Is that why you have come to Port Royal?" Just then, Viceroy Hemmingway Norrington trotted up with his stallion patched with the royal seal. He descended from his steed and glared at Jack then noticed Samantha's flushed face.
"Dear, Miss Turner, whatever has happened?" He walked past his sons and took her cold hands. "Are you alright?" Samantha jeered away and glanced at Jack.
"I'm fine.JUST FINE!" Jack looked at her bepuzzled. "HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME YOU WERE ALIVE?" Jack moved backwards as Samantha charged for him. Elizabeth held her back.
"Samantha please! You have had a rough day, there's no sense in loosing your temper and fainting over it all." She scolded. Viceroy Norrington glanced at his sons and nodded.
"Go about your business boys, I will step aside and watch." He moved off to the side and speculated.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, as it were in the current condition, you are none other than a pirate, friend or no friend you shall be hanged." Greg explained, in a jealous rage knowing that this was the man that Samantha truly had loved. Sam clung to Elizabeth and cried into her shoulder.
"Is there something else we could possibly do, Father?" Elizabeth glanced at her father in sympathy of the situation. The governor was at a loss of words. He knew that it was mandatory every pirate be hung.
"I'm afraid there is nothing we can do. Jack chose his way of life, he must be punished. Clap him in irons once again, men." He gave orders to his soldiers and that they did. Jack looked at Samantha lovingly and then scoffed at both the Norrington brothers.
"Perhaps." He moved away from the irons and came towards James. "We can make an arrangement." Samantha released Elizabeth and glanced curiously at the men. Mullroy caught up to Jack and placed him into his chains.
"There will be no arrangement!" James declared. He walked away and mounted his horse. "Take him to the dungeon. He shall be hung tomorrow evening after the ceremony. Captain or none, Mr. Sparrow, you are without a doubt the worst Pirate I have ever heard of!"
"But you admit you have heard of me." Jack situated scrunching his nose in a happy yet sly tone. Captain Norrington sighed then nodded at his father as he rode away. "Finally!" Jack rolled his eyes and rammed into Elizabeth. She shrieked as he threw his chains around her neck.
"JACK!" Samantha hollered. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
"KEEPING ME LIFE, LOVE!" The soldiers raised their guns.
"NO DON'T SHOOT!" Governor Swann commanded.
"Here's the deal, mateys. You give me my goods back and set me free, and I do no harm to Elizabeth here."
"It's MISS SWANN!" Elizabeth shouted.
"DO AS HE SAYS!" The viceroy ordered. Mullroy and Murtogg handed Elizabeth Jack's effects. She turned to him, still within his chains and placed his hat back upon his head, his coat upon his shoulder, and the other accessories back where they belonged.
"Thank you, MISS SWANN! I knew you'd warm up to me!" Elizabeth scoffed as she rolled her eyes. He turned her back around so that the chains were once again around her neck and backed up. He arbitrarily released her, then quickly mounted the viceroy's horse and briskly trotted away, his coat falling from his shoulder onto the dusty ground.
"AFTER HIM!" both Governor Swann and Hemmingway demanded. A group of soldiers, including Murtogg, Mullroy and Gregory, charged after him, some with horses, and others without. Elizabeth glared at Sam, who smiled and let out a giggle.
"HOW DARE YOU, LAUGH AT SUCH AN OCCASION?!" Elizabeth bawled. "My dress is RUINED as well as your perfectly good corset! You are once again a wet mess.and Viceroy Norrington's horse was taken away! What do you find so amusing?" She asked as she stepped towards Samantha.
"I cannot believe on his first day of arrival he has already created such a mess. It reminds me of our childhood." She enlightened.
"I can understand him being so corrupt, seeing your father cold bloodedly murdered." The viceroy chimed in, with a cruel mannered tone. Samantha turned to him, her smile faded. She was yet again reminiscent of unwanted memories.
"Yes.well.he is NOT CORRUPT, he just would like to keep his life, pirate or NOT!" Sam replied raising her tenor while glaring furiously at him. Enraged, the viceroy lifted an eyebrow and alleged toward her.
"He is a PIRATE, which means he MUST die whether you like the idea or not, MISS TURNER! He has fled from the law! PIRATES ARE NOTHING BUT FOUL CREATURES AND I WILL SEE TO IT THAT ALL OF THEM GET WHAT THEY DESERVE!......"
"A short drop and a sudden stop." Elizabeth finished his sentence remembering James saying that once before. "Apparently, Viceroy, you have taught your wily sons well."
"ELIZABETH!" Governor Swann reprimanded. "I will not have my daughter have a sour tongue with my appointed viceroy! You will apologize!"
"Indeed, I will.but in the mean time, we are to wait for Mr. Turner to return. When he arrives I will see to it that Viceroy Norrington gets his apology." She looked at Sam remorsefully. "Is there anything we can do about her improper appearance? Do we have a towel or coat we can." It was then Samantha noticed Jack's coat upon the ground. She knelt down and gently picked it up. "Sam, you really aren't thinking wearing that awful thing are you?" Elizabeth glanced abysmally at her as she put it on.
"It is the only thing we have at this moment." Sam shrugged and buttoned it up. Suddenly, a ship came within sight from the distance.
"AHOY! A SHIP COMES A BLOWIN' THIS WAY GOVERNOR! I BELIEVE IT IS WOODROW TURNER!" All four of them came closer to the edge of the dock and squinted to see if they could tell whether it was him or not. Samantha grinned. She was filled with a familiar presence. She knew her Uncle had safely come home.