Jack, Will, and Elizabeth sat around the same table an hour later, still speaking. All of a sudden the door of the shop burst open, interrupting Jack in the middle of his story about looting the Isle DeMueretta. All three of them snapped up with a start. About fifteen naval officers entered the shop with an air of pride, followed by Norrington smirking triumphantly, and lastly followed by Victoria. Jack stared at Victoria, her face a mix of guilt and pride. Interesting...Jack thought in puzzlement.
"So, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow graces Port Royale with his presence once again," Norrington cooed, bowing mockingly.
"Aye, and I'm sorry I did not come visit ye sooner, old friend," Jack responded sarcastically. The air became heavy as old grudges settled in.
"Ah yes, I'm sure," Norrington continued. "However this time will be different from your last visit."
"Oh really, an' how's that?" Jack questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"This time, you will not escape. The noose has long awaited you, Sparrow, and I believe this time the invitation shall not be turned down."
"Ah." Jack feigned a thoughtful expression, yet inside he smirked. No one catches Captain Jack Sparrow, he thought superciliously.
Before Elizabeth or Will could protest, Norrington turned to them. "And as for you two, any type of aiding Mr. Sparrow to escape will result in your own hanging," he said as if reading their minds.
Jack sighed. He stood up and the naval officers raised their guns.
"Let them down men, he's not going anywhere without being personally escorted," Norrington conveyed, haughtiness filled his voice.
Jack held out his hands, surrendering to irons. "Aye, you caught me this time Commodore. I give up."
"Good." Gillette, Norrington's right-hand man, clamped the irons around Jack's wrists and began to drag him out of the shop. As Gillette led him past Victoria, Jack reached out a chained hand and grabbed her arm. Norrington and the officers jumped forward. Jack gave them a sly sideways glance and smirked. They stopped, surprised by the look he had given them. "Sparrow, I'm warning you..." Norrington hissed.
"I'm not gonna hurt the Mrs. Commodore," Jack said ingenuously. He turned back to Victoria. "Why did you turn me in, luv?" he pouted.
Victoria simply grinned, insincerely apologetically, and gave no response. Gillette violently lurched Jack forward, forcing him out of the shop, yet his eyes remained on Victoria until they were out of sight of the shop.
Norrington rushed over to Victoria and embraced her protectively. "Did he hurt you?" he asked, searching her for any sign of injury.
"No, I'm fine. Honestly," she responded. "We really should be getting back to the house. It's nearly dinner time, and I want to retire early tonight; we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
"Yes, yes we do. I am greatly anticipating Sparrow's hanging." Norrington smiled excitedly.
"Good night," Victoria said to Will and Elizabeth, who were staring wide-eyed at her. Norrington nodded respectfully, and the two departed the shop.
Will turned to Elizabeth who had tears in her eyes. He took her hand in his and kissed it gently. There was a moment of eerie silence, as if death was descending upon them. "Something tells me Jack ain't gonna escape this time," Will said in a far-off voice. A lump began to form in his throat, but he choked it down.
Elizabeth nodded in agreement as a tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek. Will reached over and wiped it away. She pressed her hand to his and rested her weight against his hand wearily. "I have the same feeling. I just...Jack seems so convinced..."
"I know. I could tell in his voice. He's probably got some sort of escape plan already."
"Knowing Jack, I wouldn't be surprised." She laughed faintly and rolled her eyes remembering some of Jack's past plans.
Will sighed. A heavy weight had settled on his chest. "Well, I guess we best get going. It's after closing time and almost dark." Will stood up and helped Elizabeth to her feet.
"Shouldn't we clean up?" Elizabeth asked, motioning to the tools and things strewn about the room.
"Not now, I'll do it tomorrow. Come on, it's late. We need rest."
Elizabeth nodded. "Tomorrow..." she thought aloud.
"Don't let it bother you, Elizabeth. Jack'll find some way out," Will reassured her unconvincingly.
"I guess."
They departed the shop, unknowing that it would be last time they stepped foot in there for a long time.
"So, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow graces Port Royale with his presence once again," Norrington cooed, bowing mockingly.
"Aye, and I'm sorry I did not come visit ye sooner, old friend," Jack responded sarcastically. The air became heavy as old grudges settled in.
"Ah yes, I'm sure," Norrington continued. "However this time will be different from your last visit."
"Oh really, an' how's that?" Jack questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"This time, you will not escape. The noose has long awaited you, Sparrow, and I believe this time the invitation shall not be turned down."
"Ah." Jack feigned a thoughtful expression, yet inside he smirked. No one catches Captain Jack Sparrow, he thought superciliously.
Before Elizabeth or Will could protest, Norrington turned to them. "And as for you two, any type of aiding Mr. Sparrow to escape will result in your own hanging," he said as if reading their minds.
Jack sighed. He stood up and the naval officers raised their guns.
"Let them down men, he's not going anywhere without being personally escorted," Norrington conveyed, haughtiness filled his voice.
Jack held out his hands, surrendering to irons. "Aye, you caught me this time Commodore. I give up."
"Good." Gillette, Norrington's right-hand man, clamped the irons around Jack's wrists and began to drag him out of the shop. As Gillette led him past Victoria, Jack reached out a chained hand and grabbed her arm. Norrington and the officers jumped forward. Jack gave them a sly sideways glance and smirked. They stopped, surprised by the look he had given them. "Sparrow, I'm warning you..." Norrington hissed.
"I'm not gonna hurt the Mrs. Commodore," Jack said ingenuously. He turned back to Victoria. "Why did you turn me in, luv?" he pouted.
Victoria simply grinned, insincerely apologetically, and gave no response. Gillette violently lurched Jack forward, forcing him out of the shop, yet his eyes remained on Victoria until they were out of sight of the shop.
Norrington rushed over to Victoria and embraced her protectively. "Did he hurt you?" he asked, searching her for any sign of injury.
"No, I'm fine. Honestly," she responded. "We really should be getting back to the house. It's nearly dinner time, and I want to retire early tonight; we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
"Yes, yes we do. I am greatly anticipating Sparrow's hanging." Norrington smiled excitedly.
"Good night," Victoria said to Will and Elizabeth, who were staring wide-eyed at her. Norrington nodded respectfully, and the two departed the shop.
Will turned to Elizabeth who had tears in her eyes. He took her hand in his and kissed it gently. There was a moment of eerie silence, as if death was descending upon them. "Something tells me Jack ain't gonna escape this time," Will said in a far-off voice. A lump began to form in his throat, but he choked it down.
Elizabeth nodded in agreement as a tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek. Will reached over and wiped it away. She pressed her hand to his and rested her weight against his hand wearily. "I have the same feeling. I just...Jack seems so convinced..."
"I know. I could tell in his voice. He's probably got some sort of escape plan already."
"Knowing Jack, I wouldn't be surprised." She laughed faintly and rolled her eyes remembering some of Jack's past plans.
Will sighed. A heavy weight had settled on his chest. "Well, I guess we best get going. It's after closing time and almost dark." Will stood up and helped Elizabeth to her feet.
"Shouldn't we clean up?" Elizabeth asked, motioning to the tools and things strewn about the room.
"Not now, I'll do it tomorrow. Come on, it's late. We need rest."
Elizabeth nodded. "Tomorrow..." she thought aloud.
"Don't let it bother you, Elizabeth. Jack'll find some way out," Will reassured her unconvincingly.
"I guess."
They departed the shop, unknowing that it would be last time they stepped foot in there for a long time.