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"A sewer is like life, what you get out of it depends upon what you put into it"
~Crimson
Sui GenerisChapter 5: Alex and Emily
Lor was following Jack through the outskirts of Port Royal. The grin that he wore had not left his face since the island had come into view. He walked quickly, his swaggering step causing her to wonder if he really was perpetually drunk, or if he just walked that way to throw off his enemies.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To visit an old friend," he replied, the grin growing wider.
Lor shook her head. This man was insane. Why he would risk his safety just to visit an 'old friend' was beyond her. She had heard the tales of when Captain Jack Sparrow had first come to Port Royal to commandeer a ship so that he could go after the Pearl and her mutinous crew. She had even heard the tales of what happened when he found the Black Pearl, and the adventures that awaited him during his search.
But why he would come back to one of the few ports in the Caribbean that had ever captured him, much less put a noose around his neck, she could not imagine. Obviously this 'old friend' that he spoke of was important to him, someone who knew him and his secrets. Perhaps and old lover, she thought.
Lor continued to follow Jack around the port, always staying just at the edge of the town, and past a heavily guarded dock, past the gated houses, to a small house just above a sandy beach. The house was made out of a pale brick. A large wooden door sat in the middle of the wall, set between two glass windows.
Lor stopped as her feet hit the white sand of the beach. She looked out at the waves, her eyes growing distant as her thoughts turned to the Sui Generis and the thief that had stolen it. She wondered where the bastard had taken her ship. Suddenly, her throat ached for some rum to burn it as the liquid was swallowed, something to drown out her thoughts and the anger that kept building inside of her.
"Unca Jack!" she heard a small voice cry out behind her.
Uncle Jack? she thought, turning around sharply. A sharp twinge in her side caused her to suck in her breath. Her eyes, through a short haze of pain, took in the unusual sight in front of her.
Captain Jack Sparrow, the man who had faced an entire crew of undead pirates and their evil captain, stooped low and picked up a young boy, no older than three, swinging him in the air. The young boy's face lit up in excitement. Lor watched as Jack, only slightly out of breath, put the boy back down and patted his head. "There, there, lad! Set'le down."
"Did ya bring be somefin, Unca Jack?" the young boy asked, jumping up and down and tugging at Jack's arm.
Jack laughed. "Now, what would make ye think I would bring you something?"
As Lor stepped up beside them, a crestfallen look overcame the boy's face. Tears started to well up in the boy's eyes as he stared up at the older man. "Ah, hell, lad. Don't do that. Here, this is for you."
The boy snatched the small, wrapped package from Jack's hands. He ripped the bundle open, letting the ripped pieces fall to the sandy ground. His eyes opened wide as he opened the small black box that the torn paper had revealed. Inside of the box was a small black and white compass. Carved into it was the shape of a white skull, with two crossbones behind it.
Jack knelt down in front of the boy and pointed at the compass, leaning in slightly. "That, lad, is a genuine pirate's compass. Got it off a pirate meself."
Lor touched his shoulder and Jack jumped slightly. "Ah, Lor. Almost forgot you were there," he grabbed her arm and pulled her down next to him. "Lor Adams, meet Alex Turner." The young boy looked up into her eyes, and she saw a type of innocence in his eyes that she had not seen in a long time.
Lor opened her mouth to ask if the young boy was his son, when a woman's voice called out. "Jack Sparrow! Are you trying to corrupt my son?"
Jack stood up slowly, his arms opened wide. "Elizabeth, darling. How good ta see you again!"
Elizabeth raised one eyebrow, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes flicked past Jack and landed on Lor. "Hello," she said, a kinder tone to her voice, a smile breaking out over her face.
"Ullo," Lor replied. She glanced over at Jack quickly. How on Earth does Jack know a Lady? she wondered.
"I am Elizabeth Turner. I take it that you are a friend of Mr. Sparrow?"
"That's Captain, love. Captain Sparrow."
Elizabeth smiled again. "I know Jack," she replied, and then turned her attention back to Lor. "Are you a new addition to Captain Jack's crew?"
Lor nodded slightly. "At the moment."
Elizabeth's smile widened. "Well, any friend of Jack's is a friend of ours. You are welcome to stay with us for as long as you can hide from Norrington."
Jack grinned. "Aye. Old goat's been after me for three years."
"And where have you hidden the Pearl this time, Jack? Surely not in the cove again. Not after last time."
His grin widened, revealing his golden teeth, his eyes following the young boy as he tried out his new compass. "Ah, that was a grand adventure, wasn't it? I don't think I've ever seen the Commodore so red faced before."
"You do mean after the two times that my husband saved you, do you not?"
"Of course, lass. Speaking of which, where is the whelp anyway?"
Suddenly a sword was at the side of Jack's throat. Lor's hand instantly went to her own sword, only to find it missing. A sudden pang of emptiness passed through her as she realized that Skinner had not left her with her effects.
She started to move towards him when a look from Jack stopped her. "The whelp," a male voice said. "Is right behind you."
Jack turned around slowly, the sword keeping its position at his throat. "Ah, Will, lad! Still keeping up your footwork?"
Lor took in the tall, tanned man standing in front of Jack. His short brown hair was tied back and a single red bandana was tied around his neck. His dark brown eyes, almost as dark as Jack's, were serious for a moment, and then, as a smile crept over his face, the emotion in his eyes changed to one of happiness.
"It's been awhile, Jack. You've been gone for too long."
"Ah, it's only been one year. Besides, the Commodore would have a heart attack if he saw me again any sooner than this."
Will placed his hand on Jack's shoulder and placed his sword back in its scabbard. "Norrington would just have to try to catch you. You know Elizabeth and I always run interference."
Lor heard a splashing noise behind her and turned around. Young Alex Turner, completely entranced by his compass, was heading steadily towards the center of the ocean. She ran over to him, and picked him up gently, holding him with one arm against her side.
Young Alex looked up at her with large innocent eyes, no trace of fear in them. "You should watch where yer walkin' lad. Don't want ta go down ta Davy Jones's Locker, now do ya?"
"I cin swim jus' fine," he said.
Lor laughed. "I'm sure you can lad. What with an Uncle like that crazy old coot." She looked up to notice all three pairs of eyes on her. She put Alex down and he ran over to his waiting mother.
Will smiled again. "New crew member, Jack? Gibbs must be having a fit."
"Will and Elizabeth Turner let me introduce to you Captain Lor Adams. I'm helpin' her out in a tough situation she has recently found herself in."
"You're a Captain?" Elizabeth asked, busy playing with her son.
"Aye."
Suddenly, before anyone could say anything else, a small white blur attached itself to Jack's leg. He looked down at the little bundle of white lace, and once again, a smile emerged on his face. "Emily, lass. I wondered where you got off to."
"Unca Jack. You been gone too long."
Jack picked the girl up slowly and placed her on his hip. "Only a year, love. It hasn't been that long."
The little girl wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his unruly hair. "Too long," she mumbled.
"She has missed you Jack," Will said. "She watched for you every day. Don't you think . . ." He did not get a chance to finish his thought.
"Alex Turner! You are bleeding!" Elizabeth cried out. Moments later, Will was by her side. He looked down at the boy's leg, and then at his wife.
"It's not his blood, Elizabeth."
"Not his?"
Jack put Emily back on the sand with a pat on her head, his eyes meeting Lor's. "Lor," he said quietly.
Lor looked down. A small pain in her side reminding her of the wound that was still fresh. She touched her side gently, and then she held her hand up to her face. Blood stained her fingertips where she had touched her side.
"Oh hell," she muttered.
A.N: Next: Chapter 6: Skinner. Perhaps we'll find out just what map the old pirate is after, and why he thinks that Lor has it!
A.N 2: I had originally called this chapter 'Jack and Emily' because I was going to name Will and Elizabeth's son Jack. But then I got too confused and decided to name him Alex. Sorry for the confusion!
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