Chapter Five: Back Together
(Memories Unleashed)
The ship sailed closer to the pier. Samantha's heart pounded with joy. Viceroy Norrington glanced at her beaming expression and glowered. He looked away and sighed.
"A bit excited for his arrival, Miss Turner?" He mordantly importuned. Sam looked at him, her smile still glowing.
"Yes extremely!" She amiably exclaimed. "For once in my life, I get to see someone sail safely back home to me." She turned and waved as Woodrow was finally in sight.
Captain Woodrow Turner let out a roll of hearty laughter as her reached his destination. His crew ran all about completing their final tasks.
"Good Job Men! We made it home! Good 'ole Port Royal! It ain't Tortuga, but it 'tis me home!" Michael, one of the humble crew members Woodrow had hired pranced up to his leader.
"Aye!" he agreed. "And yer beautiful niece, Samantha, awaits some lovin'."
"And that she shall have with the arrival of Mr. Sparrow." Woodrow confirmed. "Well, uh Jack Sparrow that is."
"The Jack Sparrow?! Of the Black Pearl?!"
"Aye! Well.Captain Jack Sparrow rather." entrenched Captain Woodrow. "He's been in love with Sam since the day she was born. Four years older he is, but a good lad."
"But the legend said he died in a pirates' raid or was burned alive!" Michael ascertained. Woodrow chortled at such an absurd thought.
"No, he is indeed very much alive, Michael." The captain assured. Michael leered forward and smirked.
"'Ow do I know you aren't pullin' me leg, Captain?" Woodrow crooked around and stared down his apprentice.
"Me own flesh an' blood was Captain Bootstrap Bill.Me own brother he was! Samantha 'tis his daughter. I thought you knew that boy."
"CAPTAIN BOOTSTRAP??? HE WAS YOUR BROTHER?" Michael exclaimed taken a- back in skepticism. Woodrow turned his attention back upon the shore ahead. He stared at the angel before him. Samantha's wet shimmering curls of russet tresses flew behind her, the flower still sat gracefully behind her head. She looked just as beautiful as ever, yet maybe just a tad displaced. The sun's gleam sat upon her newly bronzed skin and made it seem as though she was iridescent. Her sapphire-gold eyes sparkled as her smile added to the fluorescent rays surrounding her. "She's so beautiful ain't she Captain?" Michael quirked while eying his view.
"She's all grown up.I cannot believe that ten years has gone by so fast. I swear it was just yesterday she had boarded the black pearl for her first voyage. If only I could go back in time and change things. I wouldn't have to deceive her so much." Woodrow glanced at his feet ashamed.
"What do you mean?" Michael questioned unaware of his captain's lies. Woodrow looked up at him and smirked unsure whether or not he should tell the young lad.
"Remember 'ow you told me you thought Jack was dead?" Michael nodded his head. "Well.she still believes so.you see. Jack sent me a telegram saying that he was in fact alive and well.working with rum traders across the seven seas, it was the closest he could get to being a pirate since being marooned by Barbossa. Well, when Viceroy Norrington decided that rum trading was unnecessary, Jack had no place to go. He sent me another telegram stating that he would be coming home to Port Royal as soon as he could. I let him know that I would be going away to Japan and that he should arrive around the time I would be coming home, that way we all could be together again."
"I beg your pardon Captain Turner, but how is it that you received said telegram if Jack was so far away?"
"Through my good friend Mr. Gibbs who lives in Tortuga. He came up and visited our family with the retrieving of Jack's messages. He sailed as fast as he could to Port Royal to let me know.Once I had gotten in contact with Jack.who was.oh let's see.about 21 when he wrote the letter.4 years after the.occurrence." Michael bobbed his head up and down in reassurance that he got the point. Woodrow continued on with his explanation as the ship neared even closer to the port. "Samantha has no idea of the telegrams. She has no idea he is alive.and yet I regret not telling her. Now I am sure Gregory Norrington has his eyes set on her, but I do not know where her heart stands. I promised Jack I would save her for him, as her father had done before me when he was his caretaker.but.I don't know if I have done my job as well." Woodrow took another glance at his niece and smiled. "She is just as beautiful as her mother ever was. That 'tis very true. But we shall see where her heart rests when Jack arrives this evenin'. Now, get back to work Mike, we have almost reached the lath." Michael darted to the poop deck where he helped raise the sails and lower the anchors. Soon enough, the ship had reached Port Royal and his crew quickly scrambled into formation, in alphabetical order. Woodrow trotted over to his men and smiled. "Welcome Home!" He declared, his arms widened. "Let us feast with our family and friends, and show affection those we have missed the most! Run along ye scallywags! Your rewards shall be comin' to ya shortly!" The men crowded around the exit and piled off. Samantha dashed up the ramp and through the horde as quickly as she could. She couldn't wait to greet her uncle any longer.
"UNCLE WOODROW!" She cried. "UNCLE WOODROW!" He darted for her and they finally came into each other's arms. Elizabeth, Viceroy Norrington and Governor Weatherby Swann loaded the ship as the rest of the crew departed. Sam clang to her Uncle as tight as she could and did not dare to let go. "I missed you oh so much." She whispered as a tear strolled down her rosy face. "I cannot believe it is you.truly you." Woodrow caressed her cheek with a light kiss.
"Oh Sweatpea, It's so wonderful to hear your voice. I missed you just as much." He assured as he stroked her damp hair. "Believe me when I say that I missed you more out there on those lonely seas. How I missed your golden smile. Your beautiful face and chestnut eyes." He gently pulled her away and gazed into her deep ever-glowing eyes. "Oh, my dear Samantha. It's so good to have you greet me." He embraced her once more then finally let go. Elizabeth giggled. He never once mentioned Sam's utterly eccentric appearance. Woodrow turned and smiled at her.
"Elizabeth Swann, my niece's best friend. How are you darling?" He opened his arms and she entered firmly hugging him.
"Welcome home, Woodrow. It's good to have another Turner around these parts. More trouble and much more fun." Woodrow optimistically glanced at her and chuckled.
"It's very true isn't it?" He stated in joy yet with slight sarcasm. Sam looked down at the ground then smiled at him. He glanced at her and gasped finally noticing her shocking exterior. "Now, what's this?" He questioned while marching back over to her. "What have you been up to lately?" He taunted.
"Many horrible things!" Samantha playfully insisted. Uncle Woodrow noticed the familiar coat buttoned over her cut dress. He then remembered the garment belong to Jack.
"Could he have come already?" He pondered to himself.
"WOODROW TURNER!" Viceroy Norrington abruptly chimed in. "So good to see you." He stated while holding his hand out, expecting a handshake form an old friend. Instead he was greeted with nothing but a slight simper and a nod. Woodrow turned from him and focused his attention upon Samantha once more. He moved his pointer finger about, motioning for Sam to turn around. She twirled and giggled.
"It's a long story Uncle Woody." She stood in place and sighed. "Long story short." She glanced at Elizabeth with unease then at Woodrow. "Jack came back."
"Really now?! How about that?!" Woodrow pretended to be staggered. "Isn't he dead?" He forged a question already knowing the answer.
"That's what I thought. I didn't want to believe it was him.but he had the tattoo and the brand of a pirate. I'm not sure if it was him.but his face.just.everything about him seemed so familiar. He couldn't possibly know all the things he did when I talked to him. I just took it has someone mocking our family.you know, Father being a well known pirate and all. But Captain Norrington called out his name. He said 'Mr. Jack Sparrow'.my heart dropped at that instant.it pounded faster, but.there must've been some sort of mistake because Jack is dead.right?" Sam folded her arms and gazed into her uncle's wandering eyes.
"Certainly." He lolled once again. "Jack has not been seen for ten years. That couldn't possibly be him." He falsely guaranteed. Yet, the viceroy was not convinced. His look of skepticism gave him away. "Don't believe me do ya Viceroy Norrington?" Woodrow challenged.
"Well, I find it hard to believe that my own son could've mistaken such a face.or odor for that manner." He sneered.
"Well.Your son really isn't all that bright." Woodrow shrewdly spat back.
"It may seem that Jack has not returned.but if he has in fact.it is of which he is far less than a man." The viceroy scoffed. Samantha rigorously scowled.
"Oh.well that's far more than you'll ever be, Viceroy." She cleverly quarreled in return.
"Well now let us not get hasty on such a wonderful return. What have you brought back for us this time Mr. Turner?" Weatherby quickly changed the subject.
"A handful of several new acquirements we bargained." Woodrow was about to turn to gather his belongings when a young lad pranced onto the dock. He gazed in awe at how handsome he had grown to be. "By golly ghosts of the ocean, is that.?" Elizabeth and the others crooked around and sure enough there stood William. He stepped forward and extended his hand.
"My apologies for just coming aboard, but Sam said you would be delighted to see familiar faces. I thought I might be of some service." Woodrow gladly took his gesture and lightly shook William's hand in greeting.
"William Brown, how wonderful it is to see you. You don't look like the young man I had left behind awhile back. How striking you have come to be." William smiled and tenderly glanced at Elizabeth who helplessly eyed him. Their expressions met and they came eye to eye. Elizabeth turned away then looked back at him and grinned. William returned her loving smirk and gave a nod to Woodrow.
"I have worked hard for these past years that you left. I made something just for you in fact. It's back at the shop though, I'm afraid I had to leave it behind for now. But I can give it to you later if you like."
"Nonsense, we shall head over there now. Do we have a carriage?" Woodrow glanced at Governor Swann and he nodded. "Come along Samantha, we shall escort young William to his smithy." Sam followed his uncle and friend off the ship. Elizabeth was nearby as well as her father and the viceroy.
Later that evening, Elizabeth and the governor retired for the night, and headed home for supper. Viceroy Norrington returned home to his son's and their waterside manor next to Fort Charles (Across the way from the Swann Mansion). The sun weakened behind the distant mountains as the sky was tenderly painted red. Sam stood outside the smithy anxiously waiting for her Uncle to be done with his visit. She gazed into the sunset and closed her eyes. She was whisked away in memories of clinging to Jack in Tortuga while walking down the murky pathway. Samantha quickly opened her eyes when a group of soldiers paraded by. They gave each other commands to find the strange new-comer who was prowling around. She sighed, contemplating the things Uncle Woodrow had stated. Was Jack alive or dead? She couldn't decide. All her life she was taught to follow her heart, she strongly believed that it was her mother who was trying to reach out to her. But ever since the night her Father left for good, she had an intricate time believing in the same things she had as a little girl.
"I cannot dwell on what my heart is telling me, when my own family says otherwise, can I?" She strolled over to George, William's stallion. She stroked his mane and kissed his muzzle. "What do you think Georgy? Should I give into how I feel.or."
"Continue on with what your family tells you?" A voice came from off to the side of the smithy. She jerked around frightened and there standing before her was Jack Sparrow. He grinned, revealing his golden teeth as before. "Hello Sam.Talking to animals now? Well that doesn't become you at all!" He stepped forward.
"No.you shouldn't."
"Shouldn't what? Risk me own flesh and blood to see your beautiful face?" Jack kept coming closer. Samantha was drawn in, she vulnerably felt herself going for him. They were now face to face. He took her hand and lightly kissed it. He lovingly gazed into her eyes and rubbed her delicate limb with his thumb. "I missed you. I never once forgot about you. Everyday when I was hungry or lonely I thought of you."
"Elizabeth and the others will be out here soon, you should leave I don't." She was cut off once again.
"LISTEN! I love you Samantha. Go with what yer heart tells ya, not what everyone else is sayin'!" With that he let go and scurried into the gloomy alley. Samantha placed her hand on her chest over her heart and breathed in then exhaled.
"Samantha? Are you alright?" Woodrow shut the door to the smithy behind him, holding onto the newly waxed leather sheath from William in his hands. He gazed at his niece's perplexed face and became concerned. "You look a bit pale. Come now, let's get home." Samantha nodded her head, and together they loaded the carriage.
The night grew old and yet tomorrow was going to be a tricky day, being the promotion ceremony for both the Norrington brothers. Samantha was exhausted. She placed her head upon the feathered pillow but was not determined to sleep. In fact, Samantha wished not to even give a wink that night. Her eyes were captured by the stars outside her balcony window. She was transported back to the time when she was 10 years old, and Jack attempted to serenade her into a deep siesta. She glanced away for a moment staring into the mischievous flame from the oil lamp. Sam clutched onto something cold around her neck and realized she hadn't taken off the medallion. She sat up and lifted it from the torso of her nightgown and lightly stood from her warm comforted bed to her feet speculating the Aztec pattern. As she swayed the mysterious piece of metal the flames from the lamps began to flicker. She quickly clang to the gold charm. Suddenly a cold chill flew into the room and both of oil lamps on either side of her gigantic bed blew out. Sam twirled in astonishment horrendously looking back and forth from each one.
Elizabeth awoke startled by the blowing of the unfriendly night wind. She jumped out of bed ready for anything, believing someone was in the room with her. After what had happened that day, she was precautious about every little thing. Elizabeth clang to her parasol she had acquired from the corner by her door. She speculated the dark angles of the murky room then came to the balcony. She placed the parasol gently at her feet and continued outside. Elizabeth let the fresh coastline breeze brush past her cheeks as she inhaled the sweet aroma of the ocean. Astonished, she noticed a crouched figure near the fort. The person below did not seem as though they were going to hurt anyone, rather they were cogitating the view around them. She leaned forward to see if she would be able to observe the stranger's face but as she squinted her eyes it only made the sight worse and she nearly toppled over the side of the balcony. Elizabeth backed away from the moonlight into the darkness where she would not be seen still speculating the outlandish stature outside. A light knock came from her door and soon in entered Estrella, one of the many house maids and loyal friend to Elizabeth.
"Sorry to just come in like this miss, but your father insisted I check up on you." Estrella explained. Elizabeth smiled and walked back to her bed. She sat upon it then responded.
"I am fine, and you tell him just that."
"He insisted that he heard some strange racket outside, he was wondering if you had seen anything that may have startled you while you were sleeping." Elizabeth shook her head in denial.
"I only woke up because I was startled by the wind." She huffed in return to the skepticism.
"Alright, I will send him the message." She left the room and lightly shut the door behind her. Elizabeth put herself back into the warm silky sheets and cotton covers, closed her eyes hoping to drift off to sleep, but then another knock came from the door. She hastily opened her eyes and sighed.
"YES?" She questioned in mere irritation. Estrella stepped in.
"Ma'am I apologize.but you have a visitor downstairs."
"Who?" Elizabeth queried moderately interested.
"Mr. Brown." Estrella happily asserted. She stepped forward and helped Elizabeth out from under the covers.
"Which one would that be, the quiet handsome young gentlemen, William, or the horrid drunken smithy who claims he does all the work?" Elizabeth foolishly issued while standing up. Estrella gave her a baffled expression.
"Only the obvious, Ma'am." She emphasized. Elizabeth shook her head realizing how ridiculous she sounded.
"I'm just a bit.well, my thoughts are all in puzzle pieces and I can't seem to fit them together." Estrella placed Elizabeth's evening silk robe upon her shoulders and smiled.
"Life is full of mysteries. But, that's just how it goes." She lightly explained to Elizabeth while she pulled her arms through the sleeves and straightened up. "He's waiting dear. Go on!" Estrella gently nudged her out the door towards the stairway. Elizabeth leisurely strolled down each step one by one. When she had come into sight of William he looked up and was lost in his imagination. Elizabeth stopped and sighed.
"William, what are you doing here at this hour? It's near midnight." She whispered. He began to walk towards her, making his way up the stairs.
"I have something to ask of you. I couldn't wait any longer. I know that you are obligated to escorting Commodore Norrington tomorrow but..."
"Who said anything of that sort? I had not yet agreed to, and besides he has not asked me." Elizabeth looked away angered, yet she was deeply satisfied that William had stepped forward before James. "He is not the Commodore yet, not until tomorrow afternoon, and I am not obligated to anything at this moment." She glanced back at him. "You were saying?" William came closer until he was only one step away from her face.
"May I escort you tomorrow?" He sweetly undertoned. Elizabeth smiled and nodded in approval.
"I would very much enjoy that, William. Yes, you may." William beamed in excitement. He took her hand and quickly kissed it, then descended towards the door. He turned around and whispered:
"I will come for you early tomorrow morning. I have something to show to you." Elizabeth nodded her head once again then turned for her room.
Captain Norrington had been standing outside during William's entrance. He moved from his horse and strode to the side of the mansion where he would not be seen within the shadows. William exited the house and noticed the stallion beside his. He thought nothing of it for a second, realizing that he had won over Elizabeth before James. He glanced over his shoulder examining whether or not someone was there. Soon, James paraded back to his horse and glared at him.
"Whatever do you think you are doing here at this hour Mr. Brown? Your place is at the smithy!" He scolded thinking he had authority over William.
"I came to ask Elizabeth something, of which is none of your concern, Commodore. I am on my way home now, so you need not worry." William positioned himself atop Geoff and glowered down at James. "Why is it you are here?"
'That is none of your concern, Mr. Brown. Be on your way as you said you were. Goodnight!"
"Goodnight." William turned from him with Geoff and trotted home. James lifted an eyebrow believing that his plans had been crushed. He walked into the mansion and was met by Estrella.
"Can I help you Captain?"
"That's Commodore!" He reprimanded.
"Oh yes of course, Can I help you Commodore?" She corrected herself.
"Yes, send forth Elizabeth." Norrington roughly commanded.
"But she has just gone to bed. Perhaps you can see her in the morning? The poor dear is exhausted having had such a long day." Estrella tried to stall James knowing what he was going to do.
"Just do as I say, Miss Estrella. I cannot wait any longer."
"Oh but sir."
"Would you like to be fired Miss Estrella?" He challenged.
"You cannot do that, Sir. My authority is Governor Weatherby Swann, and he, Sir is the one who promoted you. Only he do I answer to in such a matter." Estrella declared standing straight and glaring him in the eye.
"Could you please just retrieve Miss Swann for me." Soon, Elizabeth trailed down the steps unaware that Captain Norrington was there below with Estrella.
"Isn't it ever so wonderful?" She lightly called. "William and." She then saw the Commodore waiting for her.
"William and what exactly Miss Swann?" He wanted her to continue on with her sentence. Elizabeth stuttered as she nearly tripped down the remaining steps. She finally reached the hardwood entrance and gave a tacky grin.
"I was just going to say that William and I are forever the deepest of friends." She lied tilting her head to the side and keeping her tasteless smile.
"Oh.is that so? Then you will have no problem telling me as to why he was so concerned whether or not I knew what he asked you."
"How long have you been waiting outside James?" Elizabeth demanded to know leering forward and glaring at him.
"For the few minutes that I arrived when William had exited the house.and Miss Swann, I know you know me all too well but its still Commodore Norrington NOT James." He confessed while scolding and twisting the truth. Elizabeth lifted an eyebrow and gave a disbelieving smirk.
"What is it you came here for?" She asked folding her arms and stepping back.
"My offer still stands, Elizabeth."
"Miss Swann if you please." Elizabeth smiled and giggled at the sound of that. "Continue." She nodded her head and smirked ready for him to ask his question.
"Miss Swann, I would love it if you would rendezvous with me tomorrow for the ceremony and so forth." He bowed and took her hand. Elizabeth let him kiss it, but once he lifted his lips and gazed up at her from his stance she took it away and looked down at her feet. James stood up straight and glanced at her waiting for her to answer. "Is it really that difficult of a decision?" He placed his hands behind his back.
"No, it's just. I have my day already planned out for tomorrow, and to be honest the only place you fit in at all is at the ceremony, Commodore. I have already agreed to be William's escort." James' expression fell and he was even more furious than before.
"So.IT IS that you would rather CHOOSE A BLACKSMITH over your COMMODORE?" He raised his voice and Estrella shushed him making gestures to her mouth so he would not wake the governor. Elizabeth stepped forward and hollered back.
"HE WAS GENTLEMEN ENOUGH TO ASK ME BEFORE I HAD FALLEN ASLEEP! From the way things are, CAPTAIN....YOU ARE ONLY JEALOUS THAT HE GOT TO ME BEFORE YOU COULD! Further MORE you were so DESPERATE you would've AWOKEN ME to come down here to see you even when I was most EXHAUSTED!" She shouted in his face.
"Elizabeth, please, your father is sleeping!" Estrella pleaded trying to eliminate the quarreling. Elizabeth released her glare and turned to Estrella.
"I'm Sorry Estrella, I am denying Captain Norrington's request to be his escort, and if he does not understand that perhaps you can lent him a hint or two. I am going to bed. Goodnight." She kissed Estrella on the cheek and before prancing up the stairs she gave Norrington one last malicious stare. He glared away at Estrella and nodded his head.
"I understand that I have lost tonight, my apologies for being so forward. Please think nothing of this night." Estrella nodded her head in approval then opened the door so that he could leave. He left and boarded his steed.
Samantha strolled over to the lamp near her doorway and turned it up, but no flame came about. She stepped back and let go of the chain. Suddenly the lamps burst into flames she jumped astonished to see such a mysterious sight. She sat upon her bed and looked about the newly lighted quarters. Sam gazed out at the ocean, the waves were rough and course hitting each cliff with apprehension and power. She looked at the sky. It had gone dark, and gray. The stars were no longer seen in the midnight blue, yet instead a dreary mist of hoary clouds gathered.
Elizabeth entered her room and lightly closed the door behind her. She glanced at the oil lamps realizing they had gone out when she awoke in fright. She came towards them and twisted the handle trying to get them to glow again. But nothing seemed to happen. She backed away and placed her hand upon the cherry wood desk and heard a rattle. Elizabeth turned and lifted the drawer below her hand from its spot, then stuck her hand above the empty hole and out came the half medallion she stole long ago from William. She placed it around her neck and trailed towards her mirror eyeing the beautiful Aztec treasure.
"Yo-ho, yo-ho a pirate's life for me." she began to sing in memory of the adventure she went through. The oil lamps on each side of the room ruptured back into flames as her eyes were captured by the flashing cache.
Suddenly horrible pictures of her father's murder spread through Samantha's depressed mind. She clapped her hands upon both sides of her head and rocked back and forth trying to get rid of the atrocious visions. It all narrowed down to Barbossa's face and his deceiving grin. She opened her eyes and rapidly stood up. Sam decided it was clear that she couldn't sleep. What was she going to do? So many things had gone wrong that morning. She didn't want to believe it all happened. Samantha grew extremely restless. She began to prance back and forth from corner to corner clutching to the golden chain fixated around her neck.
Elizabeth glanced out the window and noticed the same crouched figure as before. She stepped out onto the veranda, this time the light from the moon had departed. She stooped onto her knees and curiously watched the stranger's gesticulations. She wasn't sure if he or she was watching her as well, but she was determined to find out who it was. Then, Elizabeth distinguished that their focus was placed on the Fort and the Norrington's manor. The eccentric visitor got up onto their feet and foolishly walked out into the light where they could be seen, though it was as if they wanted Elizabeth to know it was them. There down below was none other than Jack Sparrow. She gasped and crawled closer to the balcony's railing. He looked up at her and smiled. She was startled for moment, but then perceived it was a familiar gesture and smiled back. He motioned for her to come down. At first Elizabeth was a bit uncertain. She didn't want to get hurt or into any more trouble than she already was, but then she remember how much fun she used to have with Jack as a child. She stood onto her feet and nodded, then headed into her room and out the door. When she came to the foyer she glanced from side to side making sure Estrella was not about then exited through the front door.
Jack quickly darted across the way to her home, grabbed Elizabeth by the arm, and pulled her over to the shadows of the fort.
"What are you doing?" she lightly bellowed in pain. She jerked her arm back and softly rubbed her new bruise.
"Sorry, Love. I didn't mean to grab you that hard." He gave an innocent smirk and continued. "Do you believe it is me?" he oddly solicited.
"Do I believe it is you....who exactly?" Elizabeth lightheartedly issued. Jack rolled his eyes and pointed at himself.
"Do you believe I am who I say I am?"
"Well that all depends upon who you say you are." Elizabeth further delayed her answer. Jack impatiently huffed and rolled his eyes. He grew annoyed and nearly hollered enough for everyone to hear:
"YOU KNOW BLOODY WELL WHO THE 'ELL I BE, MISS SWANN! CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW!" Elizabeth widened her eyes. She covered his mouth and honestly answered his request.
"Of course I do, Jack. But, you cannot be here unless you would like to be in the gallows by dawn, which is frankly not too far away from now." She politely scolded.
"I am aware of that. But I was in dire need of knowin' that I have allies. I needed to know if ye believed I was still alive."
"I knew it in my heart as well as Samantha that you were full and well, Mr. Sparrow. I knew that even when she came off the ship with tears flooding from her eyes that you were still alive somewhere...I am aware of the pirate's code and I know that they must've marooned you somewhere and I knew you were capable of surviving on your own! I try to tell Sam that every now and then.but she just kept telling herself that you would never come back." As Elizabeth pleasantly countered on, Jack noticed the glitter from the dangling chain around her neck. He tugged it forward pulling Elizabeth with it, then held it up to his face. His eyes widened in fury knowing that the sliced jewel did not belong to her.
"Elizabeth." He began in a bitter cynical tone. "Where did you acquire this treasure?" She tried to pull it from his tight grip but his clasp did not budge. He glared at her and she turned away. "This here belongs to either Sam or Will..which is it and why in bloody 'ell do you have it?" he harshly demanded. Elizabeth glanced back at him returning his stare. "You stole it! From yer own friend.that be what I call mutiny!" He pulled the chain along with her closer to his face.
"I did not commit any mutiny! It was to protect William, and........" She remembered she was not to tell anyone William Turner was still alive. Elizabeth was unaware if he knew she had been lying to Sam for all those years about her 'deceased' brother. "He..is dead." She finally concluded in a wispy frail voice. Jack released his grip and his expression of hatred blanched.
"The poor lad died from a bullet to the shoulder?" He mused upon that sad deliberation and smiled to make light of the uncomfortable situation. "Will was always fairly weak." Elizabeth could've sworn she saw a tear trail down his cheek.
"You mustn't tell Sam I have it. She will be so upset." Jack's expression returned to anger.
"Agin' it turns to mutiny." He irritably importuned.
"NO! He would've wanted ME to have it!" Elizabeth snottily insisted.
"Is that so? He would've wanted a snotty British infatuation to hold the only thing that could ever possibly remind his own sister of him after his death? I do not believe so, Missy! He would've given it to Samantha and you know it!"
"Listen, Jack..I have every intention of returning it, all in due time. I only took it so that they would not know that William was on his way to being a pirate, which could've very well hindered the whole Turner family! They would've all been killed. Go now we cannot let anyone see you. The shortest route to safety would be for you to return to the docks, then across from there to the Smithy's.from there go to the Turner estate, they will take you in I am most certain." Elizabeth rotated about to leave when Jack took her hand. She was met with an unyielding stare of contempt from his deep brown eyes.
"Make it your promise to return the medallion." He unrelentingly whispered. Elizabeth gave him a dawdling nod of assurance.
"I promise." She sincerely replied. Jack's eyes brightened as he winked and gave her a light kiss upon the cheek. He let go from her hand and jolted for the other side of the Fort far from the Norrington manor and the mansion. Elizabeth though she had not been seen, but just as she headed for the front door, Lt. Gregory Norrington stepped out from his shadow and confronted her.
"Miss Swann, what are you doing out here at this hour?" Elizabeth twirled around and hesitated searching for an answer.
"Um...well...I was just..." She smiled and kindly strolled towards him. " I was so upset at how I had treated your brother I had decided to see if he was still awake and when I did not see him outside any longer, I decided to get a breath of fresh air." Gregory gave an unbelieving smirk while lifting an eyebrow. His deep chestnut eyes were full of fury and discontent. Elizabeth gulped realizing he wasn't falling for her story. Her smile faded as she turned back towards the door.
"Miss Swann, I am not an idiot and therefore I expect an explanation as well as who you were conversing with." He commanded. Elizabeth came back to his glance and sighed. She nodded her head in agreement and opened her mouth to speak yet was cut off by Lt. Norrington. He smiled and stated:
"In the morning Miss Swann, you need your sleep seeing as young William will be here early to see you." Elizabeth grinned and bobbed her head once again.
"Goodnight Captain.."
"Oh, I am no captain yet. Not until Tomorrow afternoon."
"Tell me, Lieutenant Norrington, How is it your brother is not as understanding as you are?" She placed her arms around her waist warming herself from the cold night air.
"We received different genes..I got the good ones of course." He winked then turned to walk home. Elizabeth continued into her manor and silently shut the door.
"So many surprises in one night." She moaned to herself before continuing up the narrow staircase.
Samantha took in a deep breathe and finally came to her senses. She decided she needed to get out of the house. She gradually opened the vast fancily trimmed door and crept out. Sam tip toed towards the stairway past her Aunt and Uncle's master bedroom. She took the oil lamp from the small cherry wood table by the wall, near the stairwell then made her way from one step to the next. When Sam had finally come to the foyer she dashed into the parlor to slip on her cream colored-cotton slippers. Before leaving, she gently sat the lamp upon the mantle of the fire place and scurried across the hard wood floor to the back door in the kitchen. She didn't dare to go out the old and creaky front entrance. Sam opened the white wood exit as quietly as she could and bit her lip while she shut it and stepped outside. Samantha looked up at the murky sky and still no star was in sight. She wasn't sure exactly where she wanted to go at that moment, but Sam was entirely determined to get away. She jogged down the high hill the old farm mansion sat upon. Her white cotton night gown flew with her movements as did the satin button-up cover she wore. She stopped once she had reached the bottom and took in her surroundings. She realized she had never misbehaved that much since she was a little farm girl. Samantha smiled at the memory of the tacky superfluous fights William and her used to get into over the smallest issues. She shook her head and came back to reality.
"I miss you Willy Billy." She silently murmured. Sam made her way towards the tapered trail that led into town. She took hold of her iniquity charm and turned to look back at her home. She cocked her head in admiration to how peaceful it appeared. Samantha eyed the immense ocean and cliffs off to the side and saw how authoritative and strong each clash of the salty waves were. Finally returning her attention to the pathway, Samantha nervously continued on her way.
Jack had finally arrived at the docks. He hastily hid behind a barrel full of trading goods as he darted his eyes around speculating his surroundings. He saw two soldiers manning the path to the Interceptor and Dauntless. They appeared to be chatting away rather than watching their post. Jack gradually crept over in their direction trying his best not to be seen or heard. Suddenly Lt. Gillette, one of the Norrington's finest trained soldiers, pranced up the dock nearly tripping over Jack's crouched body. His foot hit Jack in the stomach making him hold his breath in dreadful pain. Jack scurried behind a stack of crates as Gillette peered down at his feet befuddled. There was nothing there.
"What is wrong Lieutenant?" Murtogg stepped forward away from the ships.
"Oh, nothing, I just tripped over something. Must've been a bent nail. How is the watch coming along?" Gillette answered while walking Murtogg back to his post, where Mullroy stood. Jack watched with caution still clutched to his newly bruised abdomen. He dashed to the Smithy and into the dark alley way off to the side. William unexpectedly opened the front door and stepped out. He untied his trusty steed, Geoff, and jumped onto his saddle. Jack looked behind him and studied Will's every move.
"We have to be careful now Geoff," William whispered. "Some strange Pirate is lurking around these parts." Jack grinned at that. Will soon trotted up the dirt road towards the Turner homestead, where Jack was headed. Jack let out a wily smirk as William slowly moved into the distance, then followed behind him, crept down once more not to be noticed.
Sam was almost on her way to the opening to Port Royal's downtown. She stopped to catch her breath. She hadn't rested since she left the house. Just then William trotted up to her, Jack not too far behind. Sam looked up at William and smiled.
"Well, good evening Mr. Brown." She gleefully stated.
"Actually, its past midnight, I'd say....Good morning!" Sam and William shared some laughter until she noticed Jack crouched down behind Geoff. Jack motioned by placing his finger to his mouth for Sam to keep quiet. William glanced behind him and Jack hit the floor as flat as he could. William saw nothing and looked back at Sam confused. She shrugged her shoulders and tried to come up with an explanation.
"Umm.I thought I saw a PIRATE!" She explained glaring back at Jack. He looked at her and rolled his eyes mouthing 'PIRATE????' Sam glanced back up at William and smiled innocently. "But it was only a little bird or something." She gave an innocent smirk. William smiled.
"It's funny how your mind will play tricks on you sometimes." William stated. Sam nodded in agreement and scrunched her nose.
"Exactly." She established with a slight giggle. Jack shook his head and decided to make himself comfortable since she hand it all under control. He plopped his back onto the cold dirt ground and grinned while drifting off to sleep. William broke the silence bestowed upon them by asking a question.
"Not to pry in your personal life or anything, Sam.but.what are you doing out in these parts so early in the morning?" He politely solicited. Jack sat up and looked at her bepuzzled. He was wondering the same thought. Samantha walked off to the side and sat upon a broken palm-tree log. She patted her hand to the seat next to her and William descended from Geoff's back and sat beside her. Jack moved behind a large palm tree off to the right of them.
"I couldn't sleep at all last night. I kept having awful visions.nightmares.just these horrible memories I have that I wish I could get rid of, but they keep haunting me."
"Memories? Of what?" William tried to make it more specific.
"Well.I know you shall detest me for saying so, but.pirates and this evil captain named Barbossa who murdered my father and." She gleamed over in Jack's direction knowing he was watching faithfully from behind the tree. ".took the only boy I'd ever love." She admitted. Jack smiled at hearing those soft saccharine words uttered. "He also shot my brother in the shoulder plummeting him to his watery death..." As Sam continued to explain her predicament Jack leaned towards the corner of the bulky tree. He peeked over at the two of them. ".and then I came out here." Sam ended her explanation and rubbed her lips together unsure of what to do next. Awkward silence loomed for a long while until William finally blurted:
"You have a brother?"
"HAD would be the proper pronoun." Sam answered glancing down at her hands. "I'm not sure if he died from the bullet or if Barbossa did anything else to harm him after my Uncle had taken me and Aunt Jillian safely away. We were found my merchant ships nearby.quiet ironic if you ask me. Just think if they had been banned then, I would've never been saved.it's a pity they don't exist now I think. They were really not that bad." William gave her an intolerant stare as to let her know he disagreed. "Well, as I was saying.I really do not know how it is that William died."
"WILLIAM?"
"Oh.yes. that was his name.William 'Bill' Turner, named after our father. Only my family, The Norrington's, Elizabeth and Governor Swann know of him. They never speak of him though." William became uneasy at hearing this. He hesitated to reply.
"Oh.Sam.I had no idea about your brother.when did this happen? I've known you and your family for so long, and yet I have not ever heard you utter a word of this brother of yours."
"It happened exactly ten years ago today." She glanced down at the half- medallion around her neck. William took her hand and gazed into her eyes with regard and anxiety. Sam quickly snatched her hand away, as she did she noticed a painful mark upon his left palm. Samantha gasped as she remembered little William grabbing the scorching medallion from the fire and screaming in pain. She mournfully looked back at William and began to breathe firmer as her heart pounded through her chest. "What is that?" She questioned nearly out of breath, pulling his hand closer to examine the scar. Jack moved in a bit more to see what she was viewing.
"Oh, it's a marking I received when I was young. It was from a blacksmithing accident, or so Uncle Brown says." Sam let go but stared deep into his eyes as if she was obliged to know:
"Where did you get it?" She persevered.
"I don't know. Some type of necklace or something." Samantha slipped the chain over her head and swayed it in front of William. Jack gasped.
"The other half of the medallion." he established under his breath. The scar imprinted into William's skin resembled the other half of her charm. William examined it curiously then snatched it away from Sam. He placed it onto his palm next to his brutal mark and shivered to see it matched perfectly.
"Where did you acquire this medallion?" Will stuttered, his eyes captured by the sight upon his hand.
"It was from my father. He sliced an Aztec coin into two equal pieces with his sword." She took her jewel back. "One for me." She placed it back over her head. "The other he gave to William." She finished.
"William, as in your brother William?"
"Yes.my BROTHER." Samantha affirmed. Will astoundedly stood to his feet.
"We had the same name.did we have the same scar then too?" Samantha gradually nodded her head.
"Apparently so." Sam came to his level. "This is more than a coincidence William.you could very well be."
"NO.it is not possible! I am part of the Brown family; a long line of respectable blacksmiths.my father was NEVER a pirate! Pirates are foul creatures.the lot of them as Norrington would say.I would rather DIE then be related to one." Sam slapped him across his face. Her eyes were full of protesting tears of fury. Jack glared at William just about ready to tackle him.
"My FATHER WAS a pirate.and a RESPECTABLE man. My brother WAS a pirate.JACK was a PIRATE.My FAMILY is PIRATES!" William rubbed his cheek and scoffed.
"Don't say that! You could be hanged!"
"Maybe I don't care! I would rather die for what I believe is right than stand still and not speak!" William glared down at his palm. It began to throb with stinging pain as if thousands of needles pricked his scar. His face squinted with every pulsate it gave. He fell to the ground as pictures of a young girl screaming out his name while he headed towards fluorescent flames. William stood up and again collapsed, this time his eyes closed. Samantha screeched as he plunged unconscious upon the dirt. She sat down beside him and placed her ear to his mouth making sure he was breathing. She felt his warm breath and knew he was alright. He flinched and twitched as he laid there beside her. William was trapped within nightmares of his unknown childhood. He didn't understand what he was seeing.
"JACK!" Sam hoarsely called. "Jack come help, PLEASE!" She beseeched while still examining William. Jack leisurely strolled over as if nothing was wrong and sat upon his knees. He inspected William then stood and grabbed the canteen in the pouch of Geoff's saddle. He took a quick swig.
"Damn, it's only water." He complained. Sam gave him a displeased glare. He rolled his eyes and then splashed Will's face with the cool liquid. "WAKE UP!" Jack hollered into his ear. William shook his head; his eyes still shut, and sat up, coming back to his senses. Sam returned to his side and took his now freezing hand.
"William," She kindly whispered. "Are you alright?" He opened his eyes and glanced at her then fearfully noticed Jack standing over him.
"Who the he."
"Pardon me for saving yer life, lad!" Jack interrupted placing the canteen back into its leather pouch and kneeled beside Sam. "You don't recognize me do ya?"
"Why should I? I don't converse with PIRATES! In fact I make it a POINT to avoid them!" William sneered.
"Ah, that's funny, 'cuz last time I checked, boy, you were one." Jack smirked. Samantha decided to discontinue that conversation.
"Stop it! This is no time to taunt him." Jack sat down all the way and sighed.
"I was only trying to send him a hint, Love." Sam shook her head and helped Will onto his feet.
"Come now, Will. Do you think you are capable of riding Geoff to my home?" William nodded his head and placed himself effortlessly upon Geoff's saddle. Samantha gave a nod to Jack.
"You coming?" He stood up and tipped his hat.
"O' course." He declared.
(Memories Unleashed)
The ship sailed closer to the pier. Samantha's heart pounded with joy. Viceroy Norrington glanced at her beaming expression and glowered. He looked away and sighed.
"A bit excited for his arrival, Miss Turner?" He mordantly importuned. Sam looked at him, her smile still glowing.
"Yes extremely!" She amiably exclaimed. "For once in my life, I get to see someone sail safely back home to me." She turned and waved as Woodrow was finally in sight.
Captain Woodrow Turner let out a roll of hearty laughter as her reached his destination. His crew ran all about completing their final tasks.
"Good Job Men! We made it home! Good 'ole Port Royal! It ain't Tortuga, but it 'tis me home!" Michael, one of the humble crew members Woodrow had hired pranced up to his leader.
"Aye!" he agreed. "And yer beautiful niece, Samantha, awaits some lovin'."
"And that she shall have with the arrival of Mr. Sparrow." Woodrow confirmed. "Well, uh Jack Sparrow that is."
"The Jack Sparrow?! Of the Black Pearl?!"
"Aye! Well.Captain Jack Sparrow rather." entrenched Captain Woodrow. "He's been in love with Sam since the day she was born. Four years older he is, but a good lad."
"But the legend said he died in a pirates' raid or was burned alive!" Michael ascertained. Woodrow chortled at such an absurd thought.
"No, he is indeed very much alive, Michael." The captain assured. Michael leered forward and smirked.
"'Ow do I know you aren't pullin' me leg, Captain?" Woodrow crooked around and stared down his apprentice.
"Me own flesh an' blood was Captain Bootstrap Bill.Me own brother he was! Samantha 'tis his daughter. I thought you knew that boy."
"CAPTAIN BOOTSTRAP??? HE WAS YOUR BROTHER?" Michael exclaimed taken a- back in skepticism. Woodrow turned his attention back upon the shore ahead. He stared at the angel before him. Samantha's wet shimmering curls of russet tresses flew behind her, the flower still sat gracefully behind her head. She looked just as beautiful as ever, yet maybe just a tad displaced. The sun's gleam sat upon her newly bronzed skin and made it seem as though she was iridescent. Her sapphire-gold eyes sparkled as her smile added to the fluorescent rays surrounding her. "She's so beautiful ain't she Captain?" Michael quirked while eying his view.
"She's all grown up.I cannot believe that ten years has gone by so fast. I swear it was just yesterday she had boarded the black pearl for her first voyage. If only I could go back in time and change things. I wouldn't have to deceive her so much." Woodrow glanced at his feet ashamed.
"What do you mean?" Michael questioned unaware of his captain's lies. Woodrow looked up at him and smirked unsure whether or not he should tell the young lad.
"Remember 'ow you told me you thought Jack was dead?" Michael nodded his head. "Well.she still believes so.you see. Jack sent me a telegram saying that he was in fact alive and well.working with rum traders across the seven seas, it was the closest he could get to being a pirate since being marooned by Barbossa. Well, when Viceroy Norrington decided that rum trading was unnecessary, Jack had no place to go. He sent me another telegram stating that he would be coming home to Port Royal as soon as he could. I let him know that I would be going away to Japan and that he should arrive around the time I would be coming home, that way we all could be together again."
"I beg your pardon Captain Turner, but how is it that you received said telegram if Jack was so far away?"
"Through my good friend Mr. Gibbs who lives in Tortuga. He came up and visited our family with the retrieving of Jack's messages. He sailed as fast as he could to Port Royal to let me know.Once I had gotten in contact with Jack.who was.oh let's see.about 21 when he wrote the letter.4 years after the.occurrence." Michael bobbed his head up and down in reassurance that he got the point. Woodrow continued on with his explanation as the ship neared even closer to the port. "Samantha has no idea of the telegrams. She has no idea he is alive.and yet I regret not telling her. Now I am sure Gregory Norrington has his eyes set on her, but I do not know where her heart stands. I promised Jack I would save her for him, as her father had done before me when he was his caretaker.but.I don't know if I have done my job as well." Woodrow took another glance at his niece and smiled. "She is just as beautiful as her mother ever was. That 'tis very true. But we shall see where her heart rests when Jack arrives this evenin'. Now, get back to work Mike, we have almost reached the lath." Michael darted to the poop deck where he helped raise the sails and lower the anchors. Soon enough, the ship had reached Port Royal and his crew quickly scrambled into formation, in alphabetical order. Woodrow trotted over to his men and smiled. "Welcome Home!" He declared, his arms widened. "Let us feast with our family and friends, and show affection those we have missed the most! Run along ye scallywags! Your rewards shall be comin' to ya shortly!" The men crowded around the exit and piled off. Samantha dashed up the ramp and through the horde as quickly as she could. She couldn't wait to greet her uncle any longer.
"UNCLE WOODROW!" She cried. "UNCLE WOODROW!" He darted for her and they finally came into each other's arms. Elizabeth, Viceroy Norrington and Governor Weatherby Swann loaded the ship as the rest of the crew departed. Sam clang to her Uncle as tight as she could and did not dare to let go. "I missed you oh so much." She whispered as a tear strolled down her rosy face. "I cannot believe it is you.truly you." Woodrow caressed her cheek with a light kiss.
"Oh Sweatpea, It's so wonderful to hear your voice. I missed you just as much." He assured as he stroked her damp hair. "Believe me when I say that I missed you more out there on those lonely seas. How I missed your golden smile. Your beautiful face and chestnut eyes." He gently pulled her away and gazed into her deep ever-glowing eyes. "Oh, my dear Samantha. It's so good to have you greet me." He embraced her once more then finally let go. Elizabeth giggled. He never once mentioned Sam's utterly eccentric appearance. Woodrow turned and smiled at her.
"Elizabeth Swann, my niece's best friend. How are you darling?" He opened his arms and she entered firmly hugging him.
"Welcome home, Woodrow. It's good to have another Turner around these parts. More trouble and much more fun." Woodrow optimistically glanced at her and chuckled.
"It's very true isn't it?" He stated in joy yet with slight sarcasm. Sam looked down at the ground then smiled at him. He glanced at her and gasped finally noticing her shocking exterior. "Now, what's this?" He questioned while marching back over to her. "What have you been up to lately?" He taunted.
"Many horrible things!" Samantha playfully insisted. Uncle Woodrow noticed the familiar coat buttoned over her cut dress. He then remembered the garment belong to Jack.
"Could he have come already?" He pondered to himself.
"WOODROW TURNER!" Viceroy Norrington abruptly chimed in. "So good to see you." He stated while holding his hand out, expecting a handshake form an old friend. Instead he was greeted with nothing but a slight simper and a nod. Woodrow turned from him and focused his attention upon Samantha once more. He moved his pointer finger about, motioning for Sam to turn around. She twirled and giggled.
"It's a long story Uncle Woody." She stood in place and sighed. "Long story short." She glanced at Elizabeth with unease then at Woodrow. "Jack came back."
"Really now?! How about that?!" Woodrow pretended to be staggered. "Isn't he dead?" He forged a question already knowing the answer.
"That's what I thought. I didn't want to believe it was him.but he had the tattoo and the brand of a pirate. I'm not sure if it was him.but his face.just.everything about him seemed so familiar. He couldn't possibly know all the things he did when I talked to him. I just took it has someone mocking our family.you know, Father being a well known pirate and all. But Captain Norrington called out his name. He said 'Mr. Jack Sparrow'.my heart dropped at that instant.it pounded faster, but.there must've been some sort of mistake because Jack is dead.right?" Sam folded her arms and gazed into her uncle's wandering eyes.
"Certainly." He lolled once again. "Jack has not been seen for ten years. That couldn't possibly be him." He falsely guaranteed. Yet, the viceroy was not convinced. His look of skepticism gave him away. "Don't believe me do ya Viceroy Norrington?" Woodrow challenged.
"Well, I find it hard to believe that my own son could've mistaken such a face.or odor for that manner." He sneered.
"Well.Your son really isn't all that bright." Woodrow shrewdly spat back.
"It may seem that Jack has not returned.but if he has in fact.it is of which he is far less than a man." The viceroy scoffed. Samantha rigorously scowled.
"Oh.well that's far more than you'll ever be, Viceroy." She cleverly quarreled in return.
"Well now let us not get hasty on such a wonderful return. What have you brought back for us this time Mr. Turner?" Weatherby quickly changed the subject.
"A handful of several new acquirements we bargained." Woodrow was about to turn to gather his belongings when a young lad pranced onto the dock. He gazed in awe at how handsome he had grown to be. "By golly ghosts of the ocean, is that.?" Elizabeth and the others crooked around and sure enough there stood William. He stepped forward and extended his hand.
"My apologies for just coming aboard, but Sam said you would be delighted to see familiar faces. I thought I might be of some service." Woodrow gladly took his gesture and lightly shook William's hand in greeting.
"William Brown, how wonderful it is to see you. You don't look like the young man I had left behind awhile back. How striking you have come to be." William smiled and tenderly glanced at Elizabeth who helplessly eyed him. Their expressions met and they came eye to eye. Elizabeth turned away then looked back at him and grinned. William returned her loving smirk and gave a nod to Woodrow.
"I have worked hard for these past years that you left. I made something just for you in fact. It's back at the shop though, I'm afraid I had to leave it behind for now. But I can give it to you later if you like."
"Nonsense, we shall head over there now. Do we have a carriage?" Woodrow glanced at Governor Swann and he nodded. "Come along Samantha, we shall escort young William to his smithy." Sam followed his uncle and friend off the ship. Elizabeth was nearby as well as her father and the viceroy.
Later that evening, Elizabeth and the governor retired for the night, and headed home for supper. Viceroy Norrington returned home to his son's and their waterside manor next to Fort Charles (Across the way from the Swann Mansion). The sun weakened behind the distant mountains as the sky was tenderly painted red. Sam stood outside the smithy anxiously waiting for her Uncle to be done with his visit. She gazed into the sunset and closed her eyes. She was whisked away in memories of clinging to Jack in Tortuga while walking down the murky pathway. Samantha quickly opened her eyes when a group of soldiers paraded by. They gave each other commands to find the strange new-comer who was prowling around. She sighed, contemplating the things Uncle Woodrow had stated. Was Jack alive or dead? She couldn't decide. All her life she was taught to follow her heart, she strongly believed that it was her mother who was trying to reach out to her. But ever since the night her Father left for good, she had an intricate time believing in the same things she had as a little girl.
"I cannot dwell on what my heart is telling me, when my own family says otherwise, can I?" She strolled over to George, William's stallion. She stroked his mane and kissed his muzzle. "What do you think Georgy? Should I give into how I feel.or."
"Continue on with what your family tells you?" A voice came from off to the side of the smithy. She jerked around frightened and there standing before her was Jack Sparrow. He grinned, revealing his golden teeth as before. "Hello Sam.Talking to animals now? Well that doesn't become you at all!" He stepped forward.
"No.you shouldn't."
"Shouldn't what? Risk me own flesh and blood to see your beautiful face?" Jack kept coming closer. Samantha was drawn in, she vulnerably felt herself going for him. They were now face to face. He took her hand and lightly kissed it. He lovingly gazed into her eyes and rubbed her delicate limb with his thumb. "I missed you. I never once forgot about you. Everyday when I was hungry or lonely I thought of you."
"Elizabeth and the others will be out here soon, you should leave I don't." She was cut off once again.
"LISTEN! I love you Samantha. Go with what yer heart tells ya, not what everyone else is sayin'!" With that he let go and scurried into the gloomy alley. Samantha placed her hand on her chest over her heart and breathed in then exhaled.
"Samantha? Are you alright?" Woodrow shut the door to the smithy behind him, holding onto the newly waxed leather sheath from William in his hands. He gazed at his niece's perplexed face and became concerned. "You look a bit pale. Come now, let's get home." Samantha nodded her head, and together they loaded the carriage.
The night grew old and yet tomorrow was going to be a tricky day, being the promotion ceremony for both the Norrington brothers. Samantha was exhausted. She placed her head upon the feathered pillow but was not determined to sleep. In fact, Samantha wished not to even give a wink that night. Her eyes were captured by the stars outside her balcony window. She was transported back to the time when she was 10 years old, and Jack attempted to serenade her into a deep siesta. She glanced away for a moment staring into the mischievous flame from the oil lamp. Sam clutched onto something cold around her neck and realized she hadn't taken off the medallion. She sat up and lifted it from the torso of her nightgown and lightly stood from her warm comforted bed to her feet speculating the Aztec pattern. As she swayed the mysterious piece of metal the flames from the lamps began to flicker. She quickly clang to the gold charm. Suddenly a cold chill flew into the room and both of oil lamps on either side of her gigantic bed blew out. Sam twirled in astonishment horrendously looking back and forth from each one.
Elizabeth awoke startled by the blowing of the unfriendly night wind. She jumped out of bed ready for anything, believing someone was in the room with her. After what had happened that day, she was precautious about every little thing. Elizabeth clang to her parasol she had acquired from the corner by her door. She speculated the dark angles of the murky room then came to the balcony. She placed the parasol gently at her feet and continued outside. Elizabeth let the fresh coastline breeze brush past her cheeks as she inhaled the sweet aroma of the ocean. Astonished, she noticed a crouched figure near the fort. The person below did not seem as though they were going to hurt anyone, rather they were cogitating the view around them. She leaned forward to see if she would be able to observe the stranger's face but as she squinted her eyes it only made the sight worse and she nearly toppled over the side of the balcony. Elizabeth backed away from the moonlight into the darkness where she would not be seen still speculating the outlandish stature outside. A light knock came from her door and soon in entered Estrella, one of the many house maids and loyal friend to Elizabeth.
"Sorry to just come in like this miss, but your father insisted I check up on you." Estrella explained. Elizabeth smiled and walked back to her bed. She sat upon it then responded.
"I am fine, and you tell him just that."
"He insisted that he heard some strange racket outside, he was wondering if you had seen anything that may have startled you while you were sleeping." Elizabeth shook her head in denial.
"I only woke up because I was startled by the wind." She huffed in return to the skepticism.
"Alright, I will send him the message." She left the room and lightly shut the door behind her. Elizabeth put herself back into the warm silky sheets and cotton covers, closed her eyes hoping to drift off to sleep, but then another knock came from the door. She hastily opened her eyes and sighed.
"YES?" She questioned in mere irritation. Estrella stepped in.
"Ma'am I apologize.but you have a visitor downstairs."
"Who?" Elizabeth queried moderately interested.
"Mr. Brown." Estrella happily asserted. She stepped forward and helped Elizabeth out from under the covers.
"Which one would that be, the quiet handsome young gentlemen, William, or the horrid drunken smithy who claims he does all the work?" Elizabeth foolishly issued while standing up. Estrella gave her a baffled expression.
"Only the obvious, Ma'am." She emphasized. Elizabeth shook her head realizing how ridiculous she sounded.
"I'm just a bit.well, my thoughts are all in puzzle pieces and I can't seem to fit them together." Estrella placed Elizabeth's evening silk robe upon her shoulders and smiled.
"Life is full of mysteries. But, that's just how it goes." She lightly explained to Elizabeth while she pulled her arms through the sleeves and straightened up. "He's waiting dear. Go on!" Estrella gently nudged her out the door towards the stairway. Elizabeth leisurely strolled down each step one by one. When she had come into sight of William he looked up and was lost in his imagination. Elizabeth stopped and sighed.
"William, what are you doing here at this hour? It's near midnight." She whispered. He began to walk towards her, making his way up the stairs.
"I have something to ask of you. I couldn't wait any longer. I know that you are obligated to escorting Commodore Norrington tomorrow but..."
"Who said anything of that sort? I had not yet agreed to, and besides he has not asked me." Elizabeth looked away angered, yet she was deeply satisfied that William had stepped forward before James. "He is not the Commodore yet, not until tomorrow afternoon, and I am not obligated to anything at this moment." She glanced back at him. "You were saying?" William came closer until he was only one step away from her face.
"May I escort you tomorrow?" He sweetly undertoned. Elizabeth smiled and nodded in approval.
"I would very much enjoy that, William. Yes, you may." William beamed in excitement. He took her hand and quickly kissed it, then descended towards the door. He turned around and whispered:
"I will come for you early tomorrow morning. I have something to show to you." Elizabeth nodded her head once again then turned for her room.
Captain Norrington had been standing outside during William's entrance. He moved from his horse and strode to the side of the mansion where he would not be seen within the shadows. William exited the house and noticed the stallion beside his. He thought nothing of it for a second, realizing that he had won over Elizabeth before James. He glanced over his shoulder examining whether or not someone was there. Soon, James paraded back to his horse and glared at him.
"Whatever do you think you are doing here at this hour Mr. Brown? Your place is at the smithy!" He scolded thinking he had authority over William.
"I came to ask Elizabeth something, of which is none of your concern, Commodore. I am on my way home now, so you need not worry." William positioned himself atop Geoff and glowered down at James. "Why is it you are here?"
'That is none of your concern, Mr. Brown. Be on your way as you said you were. Goodnight!"
"Goodnight." William turned from him with Geoff and trotted home. James lifted an eyebrow believing that his plans had been crushed. He walked into the mansion and was met by Estrella.
"Can I help you Captain?"
"That's Commodore!" He reprimanded.
"Oh yes of course, Can I help you Commodore?" She corrected herself.
"Yes, send forth Elizabeth." Norrington roughly commanded.
"But she has just gone to bed. Perhaps you can see her in the morning? The poor dear is exhausted having had such a long day." Estrella tried to stall James knowing what he was going to do.
"Just do as I say, Miss Estrella. I cannot wait any longer."
"Oh but sir."
"Would you like to be fired Miss Estrella?" He challenged.
"You cannot do that, Sir. My authority is Governor Weatherby Swann, and he, Sir is the one who promoted you. Only he do I answer to in such a matter." Estrella declared standing straight and glaring him in the eye.
"Could you please just retrieve Miss Swann for me." Soon, Elizabeth trailed down the steps unaware that Captain Norrington was there below with Estrella.
"Isn't it ever so wonderful?" She lightly called. "William and." She then saw the Commodore waiting for her.
"William and what exactly Miss Swann?" He wanted her to continue on with her sentence. Elizabeth stuttered as she nearly tripped down the remaining steps. She finally reached the hardwood entrance and gave a tacky grin.
"I was just going to say that William and I are forever the deepest of friends." She lied tilting her head to the side and keeping her tasteless smile.
"Oh.is that so? Then you will have no problem telling me as to why he was so concerned whether or not I knew what he asked you."
"How long have you been waiting outside James?" Elizabeth demanded to know leering forward and glaring at him.
"For the few minutes that I arrived when William had exited the house.and Miss Swann, I know you know me all too well but its still Commodore Norrington NOT James." He confessed while scolding and twisting the truth. Elizabeth lifted an eyebrow and gave a disbelieving smirk.
"What is it you came here for?" She asked folding her arms and stepping back.
"My offer still stands, Elizabeth."
"Miss Swann if you please." Elizabeth smiled and giggled at the sound of that. "Continue." She nodded her head and smirked ready for him to ask his question.
"Miss Swann, I would love it if you would rendezvous with me tomorrow for the ceremony and so forth." He bowed and took her hand. Elizabeth let him kiss it, but once he lifted his lips and gazed up at her from his stance she took it away and looked down at her feet. James stood up straight and glanced at her waiting for her to answer. "Is it really that difficult of a decision?" He placed his hands behind his back.
"No, it's just. I have my day already planned out for tomorrow, and to be honest the only place you fit in at all is at the ceremony, Commodore. I have already agreed to be William's escort." James' expression fell and he was even more furious than before.
"So.IT IS that you would rather CHOOSE A BLACKSMITH over your COMMODORE?" He raised his voice and Estrella shushed him making gestures to her mouth so he would not wake the governor. Elizabeth stepped forward and hollered back.
"HE WAS GENTLEMEN ENOUGH TO ASK ME BEFORE I HAD FALLEN ASLEEP! From the way things are, CAPTAIN....YOU ARE ONLY JEALOUS THAT HE GOT TO ME BEFORE YOU COULD! Further MORE you were so DESPERATE you would've AWOKEN ME to come down here to see you even when I was most EXHAUSTED!" She shouted in his face.
"Elizabeth, please, your father is sleeping!" Estrella pleaded trying to eliminate the quarreling. Elizabeth released her glare and turned to Estrella.
"I'm Sorry Estrella, I am denying Captain Norrington's request to be his escort, and if he does not understand that perhaps you can lent him a hint or two. I am going to bed. Goodnight." She kissed Estrella on the cheek and before prancing up the stairs she gave Norrington one last malicious stare. He glared away at Estrella and nodded his head.
"I understand that I have lost tonight, my apologies for being so forward. Please think nothing of this night." Estrella nodded her head in approval then opened the door so that he could leave. He left and boarded his steed.
Samantha strolled over to the lamp near her doorway and turned it up, but no flame came about. She stepped back and let go of the chain. Suddenly the lamps burst into flames she jumped astonished to see such a mysterious sight. She sat upon her bed and looked about the newly lighted quarters. Sam gazed out at the ocean, the waves were rough and course hitting each cliff with apprehension and power. She looked at the sky. It had gone dark, and gray. The stars were no longer seen in the midnight blue, yet instead a dreary mist of hoary clouds gathered.
Elizabeth entered her room and lightly closed the door behind her. She glanced at the oil lamps realizing they had gone out when she awoke in fright. She came towards them and twisted the handle trying to get them to glow again. But nothing seemed to happen. She backed away and placed her hand upon the cherry wood desk and heard a rattle. Elizabeth turned and lifted the drawer below her hand from its spot, then stuck her hand above the empty hole and out came the half medallion she stole long ago from William. She placed it around her neck and trailed towards her mirror eyeing the beautiful Aztec treasure.
"Yo-ho, yo-ho a pirate's life for me." she began to sing in memory of the adventure she went through. The oil lamps on each side of the room ruptured back into flames as her eyes were captured by the flashing cache.
Suddenly horrible pictures of her father's murder spread through Samantha's depressed mind. She clapped her hands upon both sides of her head and rocked back and forth trying to get rid of the atrocious visions. It all narrowed down to Barbossa's face and his deceiving grin. She opened her eyes and rapidly stood up. Sam decided it was clear that she couldn't sleep. What was she going to do? So many things had gone wrong that morning. She didn't want to believe it all happened. Samantha grew extremely restless. She began to prance back and forth from corner to corner clutching to the golden chain fixated around her neck.
Elizabeth glanced out the window and noticed the same crouched figure as before. She stepped out onto the veranda, this time the light from the moon had departed. She stooped onto her knees and curiously watched the stranger's gesticulations. She wasn't sure if he or she was watching her as well, but she was determined to find out who it was. Then, Elizabeth distinguished that their focus was placed on the Fort and the Norrington's manor. The eccentric visitor got up onto their feet and foolishly walked out into the light where they could be seen, though it was as if they wanted Elizabeth to know it was them. There down below was none other than Jack Sparrow. She gasped and crawled closer to the balcony's railing. He looked up at her and smiled. She was startled for moment, but then perceived it was a familiar gesture and smiled back. He motioned for her to come down. At first Elizabeth was a bit uncertain. She didn't want to get hurt or into any more trouble than she already was, but then she remember how much fun she used to have with Jack as a child. She stood onto her feet and nodded, then headed into her room and out the door. When she came to the foyer she glanced from side to side making sure Estrella was not about then exited through the front door.
Jack quickly darted across the way to her home, grabbed Elizabeth by the arm, and pulled her over to the shadows of the fort.
"What are you doing?" she lightly bellowed in pain. She jerked her arm back and softly rubbed her new bruise.
"Sorry, Love. I didn't mean to grab you that hard." He gave an innocent smirk and continued. "Do you believe it is me?" he oddly solicited.
"Do I believe it is you....who exactly?" Elizabeth lightheartedly issued. Jack rolled his eyes and pointed at himself.
"Do you believe I am who I say I am?"
"Well that all depends upon who you say you are." Elizabeth further delayed her answer. Jack impatiently huffed and rolled his eyes. He grew annoyed and nearly hollered enough for everyone to hear:
"YOU KNOW BLOODY WELL WHO THE 'ELL I BE, MISS SWANN! CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW!" Elizabeth widened her eyes. She covered his mouth and honestly answered his request.
"Of course I do, Jack. But, you cannot be here unless you would like to be in the gallows by dawn, which is frankly not too far away from now." She politely scolded.
"I am aware of that. But I was in dire need of knowin' that I have allies. I needed to know if ye believed I was still alive."
"I knew it in my heart as well as Samantha that you were full and well, Mr. Sparrow. I knew that even when she came off the ship with tears flooding from her eyes that you were still alive somewhere...I am aware of the pirate's code and I know that they must've marooned you somewhere and I knew you were capable of surviving on your own! I try to tell Sam that every now and then.but she just kept telling herself that you would never come back." As Elizabeth pleasantly countered on, Jack noticed the glitter from the dangling chain around her neck. He tugged it forward pulling Elizabeth with it, then held it up to his face. His eyes widened in fury knowing that the sliced jewel did not belong to her.
"Elizabeth." He began in a bitter cynical tone. "Where did you acquire this treasure?" She tried to pull it from his tight grip but his clasp did not budge. He glared at her and she turned away. "This here belongs to either Sam or Will..which is it and why in bloody 'ell do you have it?" he harshly demanded. Elizabeth glanced back at him returning his stare. "You stole it! From yer own friend.that be what I call mutiny!" He pulled the chain along with her closer to his face.
"I did not commit any mutiny! It was to protect William, and........" She remembered she was not to tell anyone William Turner was still alive. Elizabeth was unaware if he knew she had been lying to Sam for all those years about her 'deceased' brother. "He..is dead." She finally concluded in a wispy frail voice. Jack released his grip and his expression of hatred blanched.
"The poor lad died from a bullet to the shoulder?" He mused upon that sad deliberation and smiled to make light of the uncomfortable situation. "Will was always fairly weak." Elizabeth could've sworn she saw a tear trail down his cheek.
"You mustn't tell Sam I have it. She will be so upset." Jack's expression returned to anger.
"Agin' it turns to mutiny." He irritably importuned.
"NO! He would've wanted ME to have it!" Elizabeth snottily insisted.
"Is that so? He would've wanted a snotty British infatuation to hold the only thing that could ever possibly remind his own sister of him after his death? I do not believe so, Missy! He would've given it to Samantha and you know it!"
"Listen, Jack..I have every intention of returning it, all in due time. I only took it so that they would not know that William was on his way to being a pirate, which could've very well hindered the whole Turner family! They would've all been killed. Go now we cannot let anyone see you. The shortest route to safety would be for you to return to the docks, then across from there to the Smithy's.from there go to the Turner estate, they will take you in I am most certain." Elizabeth rotated about to leave when Jack took her hand. She was met with an unyielding stare of contempt from his deep brown eyes.
"Make it your promise to return the medallion." He unrelentingly whispered. Elizabeth gave him a dawdling nod of assurance.
"I promise." She sincerely replied. Jack's eyes brightened as he winked and gave her a light kiss upon the cheek. He let go from her hand and jolted for the other side of the Fort far from the Norrington manor and the mansion. Elizabeth though she had not been seen, but just as she headed for the front door, Lt. Gregory Norrington stepped out from his shadow and confronted her.
"Miss Swann, what are you doing out here at this hour?" Elizabeth twirled around and hesitated searching for an answer.
"Um...well...I was just..." She smiled and kindly strolled towards him. " I was so upset at how I had treated your brother I had decided to see if he was still awake and when I did not see him outside any longer, I decided to get a breath of fresh air." Gregory gave an unbelieving smirk while lifting an eyebrow. His deep chestnut eyes were full of fury and discontent. Elizabeth gulped realizing he wasn't falling for her story. Her smile faded as she turned back towards the door.
"Miss Swann, I am not an idiot and therefore I expect an explanation as well as who you were conversing with." He commanded. Elizabeth came back to his glance and sighed. She nodded her head in agreement and opened her mouth to speak yet was cut off by Lt. Norrington. He smiled and stated:
"In the morning Miss Swann, you need your sleep seeing as young William will be here early to see you." Elizabeth grinned and bobbed her head once again.
"Goodnight Captain.."
"Oh, I am no captain yet. Not until Tomorrow afternoon."
"Tell me, Lieutenant Norrington, How is it your brother is not as understanding as you are?" She placed her arms around her waist warming herself from the cold night air.
"We received different genes..I got the good ones of course." He winked then turned to walk home. Elizabeth continued into her manor and silently shut the door.
"So many surprises in one night." She moaned to herself before continuing up the narrow staircase.
Samantha took in a deep breathe and finally came to her senses. She decided she needed to get out of the house. She gradually opened the vast fancily trimmed door and crept out. Sam tip toed towards the stairway past her Aunt and Uncle's master bedroom. She took the oil lamp from the small cherry wood table by the wall, near the stairwell then made her way from one step to the next. When Sam had finally come to the foyer she dashed into the parlor to slip on her cream colored-cotton slippers. Before leaving, she gently sat the lamp upon the mantle of the fire place and scurried across the hard wood floor to the back door in the kitchen. She didn't dare to go out the old and creaky front entrance. Sam opened the white wood exit as quietly as she could and bit her lip while she shut it and stepped outside. Samantha looked up at the murky sky and still no star was in sight. She wasn't sure exactly where she wanted to go at that moment, but Sam was entirely determined to get away. She jogged down the high hill the old farm mansion sat upon. Her white cotton night gown flew with her movements as did the satin button-up cover she wore. She stopped once she had reached the bottom and took in her surroundings. She realized she had never misbehaved that much since she was a little farm girl. Samantha smiled at the memory of the tacky superfluous fights William and her used to get into over the smallest issues. She shook her head and came back to reality.
"I miss you Willy Billy." She silently murmured. Sam made her way towards the tapered trail that led into town. She took hold of her iniquity charm and turned to look back at her home. She cocked her head in admiration to how peaceful it appeared. Samantha eyed the immense ocean and cliffs off to the side and saw how authoritative and strong each clash of the salty waves were. Finally returning her attention to the pathway, Samantha nervously continued on her way.
Jack had finally arrived at the docks. He hastily hid behind a barrel full of trading goods as he darted his eyes around speculating his surroundings. He saw two soldiers manning the path to the Interceptor and Dauntless. They appeared to be chatting away rather than watching their post. Jack gradually crept over in their direction trying his best not to be seen or heard. Suddenly Lt. Gillette, one of the Norrington's finest trained soldiers, pranced up the dock nearly tripping over Jack's crouched body. His foot hit Jack in the stomach making him hold his breath in dreadful pain. Jack scurried behind a stack of crates as Gillette peered down at his feet befuddled. There was nothing there.
"What is wrong Lieutenant?" Murtogg stepped forward away from the ships.
"Oh, nothing, I just tripped over something. Must've been a bent nail. How is the watch coming along?" Gillette answered while walking Murtogg back to his post, where Mullroy stood. Jack watched with caution still clutched to his newly bruised abdomen. He dashed to the Smithy and into the dark alley way off to the side. William unexpectedly opened the front door and stepped out. He untied his trusty steed, Geoff, and jumped onto his saddle. Jack looked behind him and studied Will's every move.
"We have to be careful now Geoff," William whispered. "Some strange Pirate is lurking around these parts." Jack grinned at that. Will soon trotted up the dirt road towards the Turner homestead, where Jack was headed. Jack let out a wily smirk as William slowly moved into the distance, then followed behind him, crept down once more not to be noticed.
Sam was almost on her way to the opening to Port Royal's downtown. She stopped to catch her breath. She hadn't rested since she left the house. Just then William trotted up to her, Jack not too far behind. Sam looked up at William and smiled.
"Well, good evening Mr. Brown." She gleefully stated.
"Actually, its past midnight, I'd say....Good morning!" Sam and William shared some laughter until she noticed Jack crouched down behind Geoff. Jack motioned by placing his finger to his mouth for Sam to keep quiet. William glanced behind him and Jack hit the floor as flat as he could. William saw nothing and looked back at Sam confused. She shrugged her shoulders and tried to come up with an explanation.
"Umm.I thought I saw a PIRATE!" She explained glaring back at Jack. He looked at her and rolled his eyes mouthing 'PIRATE????' Sam glanced back up at William and smiled innocently. "But it was only a little bird or something." She gave an innocent smirk. William smiled.
"It's funny how your mind will play tricks on you sometimes." William stated. Sam nodded in agreement and scrunched her nose.
"Exactly." She established with a slight giggle. Jack shook his head and decided to make himself comfortable since she hand it all under control. He plopped his back onto the cold dirt ground and grinned while drifting off to sleep. William broke the silence bestowed upon them by asking a question.
"Not to pry in your personal life or anything, Sam.but.what are you doing out in these parts so early in the morning?" He politely solicited. Jack sat up and looked at her bepuzzled. He was wondering the same thought. Samantha walked off to the side and sat upon a broken palm-tree log. She patted her hand to the seat next to her and William descended from Geoff's back and sat beside her. Jack moved behind a large palm tree off to the right of them.
"I couldn't sleep at all last night. I kept having awful visions.nightmares.just these horrible memories I have that I wish I could get rid of, but they keep haunting me."
"Memories? Of what?" William tried to make it more specific.
"Well.I know you shall detest me for saying so, but.pirates and this evil captain named Barbossa who murdered my father and." She gleamed over in Jack's direction knowing he was watching faithfully from behind the tree. ".took the only boy I'd ever love." She admitted. Jack smiled at hearing those soft saccharine words uttered. "He also shot my brother in the shoulder plummeting him to his watery death..." As Sam continued to explain her predicament Jack leaned towards the corner of the bulky tree. He peeked over at the two of them. ".and then I came out here." Sam ended her explanation and rubbed her lips together unsure of what to do next. Awkward silence loomed for a long while until William finally blurted:
"You have a brother?"
"HAD would be the proper pronoun." Sam answered glancing down at her hands. "I'm not sure if he died from the bullet or if Barbossa did anything else to harm him after my Uncle had taken me and Aunt Jillian safely away. We were found my merchant ships nearby.quiet ironic if you ask me. Just think if they had been banned then, I would've never been saved.it's a pity they don't exist now I think. They were really not that bad." William gave her an intolerant stare as to let her know he disagreed. "Well, as I was saying.I really do not know how it is that William died."
"WILLIAM?"
"Oh.yes. that was his name.William 'Bill' Turner, named after our father. Only my family, The Norrington's, Elizabeth and Governor Swann know of him. They never speak of him though." William became uneasy at hearing this. He hesitated to reply.
"Oh.Sam.I had no idea about your brother.when did this happen? I've known you and your family for so long, and yet I have not ever heard you utter a word of this brother of yours."
"It happened exactly ten years ago today." She glanced down at the half- medallion around her neck. William took her hand and gazed into her eyes with regard and anxiety. Sam quickly snatched her hand away, as she did she noticed a painful mark upon his left palm. Samantha gasped as she remembered little William grabbing the scorching medallion from the fire and screaming in pain. She mournfully looked back at William and began to breathe firmer as her heart pounded through her chest. "What is that?" She questioned nearly out of breath, pulling his hand closer to examine the scar. Jack moved in a bit more to see what she was viewing.
"Oh, it's a marking I received when I was young. It was from a blacksmithing accident, or so Uncle Brown says." Sam let go but stared deep into his eyes as if she was obliged to know:
"Where did you get it?" She persevered.
"I don't know. Some type of necklace or something." Samantha slipped the chain over her head and swayed it in front of William. Jack gasped.
"The other half of the medallion." he established under his breath. The scar imprinted into William's skin resembled the other half of her charm. William examined it curiously then snatched it away from Sam. He placed it onto his palm next to his brutal mark and shivered to see it matched perfectly.
"Where did you acquire this medallion?" Will stuttered, his eyes captured by the sight upon his hand.
"It was from my father. He sliced an Aztec coin into two equal pieces with his sword." She took her jewel back. "One for me." She placed it back over her head. "The other he gave to William." She finished.
"William, as in your brother William?"
"Yes.my BROTHER." Samantha affirmed. Will astoundedly stood to his feet.
"We had the same name.did we have the same scar then too?" Samantha gradually nodded her head.
"Apparently so." Sam came to his level. "This is more than a coincidence William.you could very well be."
"NO.it is not possible! I am part of the Brown family; a long line of respectable blacksmiths.my father was NEVER a pirate! Pirates are foul creatures.the lot of them as Norrington would say.I would rather DIE then be related to one." Sam slapped him across his face. Her eyes were full of protesting tears of fury. Jack glared at William just about ready to tackle him.
"My FATHER WAS a pirate.and a RESPECTABLE man. My brother WAS a pirate.JACK was a PIRATE.My FAMILY is PIRATES!" William rubbed his cheek and scoffed.
"Don't say that! You could be hanged!"
"Maybe I don't care! I would rather die for what I believe is right than stand still and not speak!" William glared down at his palm. It began to throb with stinging pain as if thousands of needles pricked his scar. His face squinted with every pulsate it gave. He fell to the ground as pictures of a young girl screaming out his name while he headed towards fluorescent flames. William stood up and again collapsed, this time his eyes closed. Samantha screeched as he plunged unconscious upon the dirt. She sat down beside him and placed her ear to his mouth making sure he was breathing. She felt his warm breath and knew he was alright. He flinched and twitched as he laid there beside her. William was trapped within nightmares of his unknown childhood. He didn't understand what he was seeing.
"JACK!" Sam hoarsely called. "Jack come help, PLEASE!" She beseeched while still examining William. Jack leisurely strolled over as if nothing was wrong and sat upon his knees. He inspected William then stood and grabbed the canteen in the pouch of Geoff's saddle. He took a quick swig.
"Damn, it's only water." He complained. Sam gave him a displeased glare. He rolled his eyes and then splashed Will's face with the cool liquid. "WAKE UP!" Jack hollered into his ear. William shook his head; his eyes still shut, and sat up, coming back to his senses. Sam returned to his side and took his now freezing hand.
"William," She kindly whispered. "Are you alright?" He opened his eyes and glanced at her then fearfully noticed Jack standing over him.
"Who the he."
"Pardon me for saving yer life, lad!" Jack interrupted placing the canteen back into its leather pouch and kneeled beside Sam. "You don't recognize me do ya?"
"Why should I? I don't converse with PIRATES! In fact I make it a POINT to avoid them!" William sneered.
"Ah, that's funny, 'cuz last time I checked, boy, you were one." Jack smirked. Samantha decided to discontinue that conversation.
"Stop it! This is no time to taunt him." Jack sat down all the way and sighed.
"I was only trying to send him a hint, Love." Sam shook her head and helped Will onto his feet.
"Come now, Will. Do you think you are capable of riding Geoff to my home?" William nodded his head and placed himself effortlessly upon Geoff's saddle. Samantha gave a nod to Jack.
"You coming?" He stood up and tipped his hat.
"O' course." He declared.