To start: gonna have funny Jack quotes of the post. From the movie of course... this chapters
quote... "...and then they made me their chief." (My favorite "means nothing to the plot" line!)
Hey all. Hope you enjoyed the last installment, but I must warn you, from here on in, it's gonna
be the angsty roller coaster ride of a lifetime! Ye be warned....
*Thank you to Lauren, Ryan, Austin Powers, raininginnewyork, and everyone else who read my
chapter pre-posting and either gave me feedback or just told me how fabulous I am, hehe!
AN: Loved last chapters, but now we're getting to the good stuff! Any thoughts, wanna have the
possibility of having your name, or a made up name that you choose in my fic? Questions on
nautical terms? Questions on when I'm going to update (can't always promise one the next day,
but I can give excuses w/ the best of 'em)? I've decided to try something new, few e-mail
account, can easily just not check it if it goes awry. No chapter spoilers will pass these fingers
though, so don't ask. "Good comes to those who wait," "Patience is a virtue" and all that other
crap. Anyway, e-mail me at xfvixenffemail@yahoo.com! Never know what I'm gonna do, but
I'm good at replying... Anyway, Feedback is SO appreciated.
Anyone get the tricky description of the head kidnapper and think it was Jack?? If you did...
GOOD! I was going for that, to throw ya off... totally worked. *I give me a gold star*
Disclaimer: Same as 1, Striker, Rooster, and Gnat are my characters, The Mortal Wound is my
pirate ship name for my car, ;) Used to be The Bloody Wound, but my car is maroon, not a very
fresh wound... ya, succeeded in grossing myself out. Lol! Captain Roberts (don't think you meet
him here, but figure it's best to warn now, and just do a ditto when posting next chapter) is based
loosely off a real pirate.
On a happier note... Jack has arrived... *bows as the proud pirate breezes into the room* He takes
a small bow, "Thank you, thank you... now, I only have one question...," several golden teeth
gleam in the light, "Where's the rum?"
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Feedback forum at end, too much to stick up here...
Enough w/ all that malarkey... here's the chapter, mates!
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Chapter 3: Complete Chaos...
The nasty bald pirate spat in the direction of Will, and then without a glance, shoved
Elizabeth into the waiting arms of the second pirate, Striker, who was standing aboard the little
boat. One of her kidnappers, a pirate shorter than her with a black bandana covering his
scraggly-haired head, snickered as Elizabeth squealed. She silently chided herself, *You cannot
let them know they have frightened you so.*
Striker towered over Elizabeth. She looked up at him and found herself squinting into the
sunlight trying to make out his features. All she could see was a silver earring with an unusual
figure dangling from it. She recognized the outline, through the bright sunlight, to be a dolphin.
"You'll need to be quiet and sit down, Miss. Wouldn't want you to fall overboard, now would
we?" he stated gently as he sat down himself. She glanced around the small boat at the other two
pirates, already seated at the bow of the boat. Her original attacker, who had brutally shoved the
pistol into her head, was sitting astern, looking the direction from which they had just traveled.
She rubbed her temple lightly, wincing inwardly.
*Oh yes, definitely going to have a bruise there in the morning,* she slowly placed her
hands in her lap in thought, *I should hope the ones I have acquired thus far, are the only bruises
I receive tonight.*
Her mind scolded her harshly, *Now you're scaring yourself. Stop it!*
They were staring at her with detached indifference. Striker started to pull out a long
piece of cloth. She opened her mouth to protest her hands being tied, but she closed her mouth
as quickly as she opened it when Striker pulled out a small knife.
He glanced at her and then proceeded to cut the cloth down the middle, making two long
sheets. He used one to tie around her wrists, securing them together.
The head pirate sat down, still facing the bank. *Watching Will to make sure he won't get
help.* she thought glumly.
His harsh voice brought her back to reality.
"Now, don't make Striker use the other piece to shut you up. Screaming is not an option.
The captain doesn't like his woman insolent. So, if you're as smart as you look," he said, giving
her a once over, her skin crawled just from his eyes tracing her body, "you'll stay good and quiet-
like. Unless you'd like to end up like the last little one we brought the captain. Still a nasty stain
on deck..." he let his statement trail off, leaving the rest to her imagination.
"Why me?" she asked curiously, finding her voice for the first time since before the
attack.
The leader looked curious that she had the nerve to speak, but figured to give her the
benefit of the doubt. *She can't say I didn't warn her.* He pulled out a knife, glancing over his
shoulder to make sure the git was still watching.
She made an audible gasp upon him brandishing the knife.*Good, she pays attention.*
He chuckled, and started sharpening it, "Captain used to be from these parts. Don't get a full
head, but tales of the governor of Port Royal's daughter's beauty is well versed throughout the
Caribbean."
The lead pirate turned his attention to the rowing pirates, "Hurry up you two, or you'll be
huntin' rat in the brig for both of you!" He glanced back at the shoreline. The boy was still
staring on. He could see the pain in his eye even from the distance stretched between them.
"Hope ol' boy can get over this. If it were me, with your attitude, I figure alls he needs is a
good wench." he guffawed loudly, showing off several gaping holes and expelling a smell of
rotten fruit in her direction.
"Good one, Rooster!" yelled the short pirate at the bow.
Rooster quickly stopped laughing and grabbed a handful of water and threw it in the other
pirate's general direction. "Shut your gob, and keep rowing, Gnat. I don't want to be out here
when the soldiers realize their precious pearl is missing!"
Elizabeth felt an involuntary shudder travel the length of her body as Rooster grabbed her
tied wrist and started pulling her to a standing position. The pirates had finally arrived at the ship.
They soon were climbing aboard the large ship. She quickly realized that The Black Pearl paled
in comparison, there were a good 3 more sails, an extra level, and extra cedar fortifying the hull.
Elizabeth was impressed by the size, she had not seen a ship this big in her life. She figured it
had to have been custom built, by whom she had no idea. She took in her surroundings quickly,
noticing well over forty pirates on deck alone. Striker was holding Elizabeth by the material of
her dress at the back of her neck. She felt like crying.
*Not good,* she thought morosely. *Escaping this one will definitely be a challenge... if
it's at all possible.*
Striker suddenly whirled her to face Rooster. He gave her a warning look, "Don't even
think of escape. The Mortal Wound is crewed by close to a hundred men," he gestured wildly,
"all fiercely loyal to the captain, Captain Roberts," he finished condescendingly. *This one's
gonna be a handful.. If she lives long enough.*
A tall foreboding man stood at the helm, Elizabeth could not see his face through the
shadow that was cast from his large hat, but instinctively knew him to be the captain. The
canvases fell, making a loud whipping noise as the wind filled them. They were off.
Elizabeth wriggled in the strong pirates grasp, trying to get a view of Port Royal.
*I love you, Will,* she thought dispirited, *I just hope you can get to me in time.* With
that thought in mind, a single tear formed and fell down her cheek as she was half-dragged, half
pushed below deck.
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A fist slams into a hard wood desk. The governor stood next to the commodore
s desk, unable to look into the eyes of the young man who was standing before him.
"Just, How...could...you...be...SO... CARELESS!" he screamed, unable to control his
rage.
Will wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
He had let her down.
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Earlier:
The second the pirates had boarded the ship with Elizabeth, he ran as fast as his legs could
carry him to the fort, yelling for help. The citizens he passed along the way looked at him as if
he were mad. He cared not, he had precious little time until the pirates would set sail and she
would be gone.
When he had reached the fort, his lungs burning like the surface of the sun, he gasped out his
story to the guards posted at the door to the fort. They ran instinctively to the commodore instead
of to the beach. *Fools!* he thought, anger overtaking him.
He turned and ran to the blacksmith shop. Grabbing his best sword and his pistol, he tore
back down the path to the beach. *Please,* he pleaded silently, *Let her be safe, let me be in time
to save her!*
As he ran down the path, he nearly screamed with sorrow and anger combined. The ship
was already little but a black and white dot on the horizon. He fell to his knees, not knowing
what to do next. Head down, he closed his eyes, and cried tears of loss.
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The commodore walked briskly back into his office where Turner and Governor Swann
were occupying. He made sure to ignore Turner, fear that he'd lose his temper and stay him
where he stood.
"Governor Swann, My two fastest ships are at your disposal. They are packed and ready
to leave at your word."
"Do what you must Commodore," he softly spoke, choking back tears of loss, "just bring
her back. Dead or alive." The governor turned his head, his body wracked with sobs.
Norrington was taken aback by the governor's admission that his only child was most
likely dead without proof. He quickly realized that his mouth was agape and he quickly shut it.
"You have my word, governor. She will return... if I have any say in it, unharmed. I will
see you upon return" he did not wait for a response. He turned on his heels and stormed out of his
office, but not before throwing Turner a disgusted glare. Will did not see it, but there was no
need, he felt the chill that vibrated off the commodore's icy glare in waves.
"I will deal with you later," governor Swann growled at Will's back as he raced out the
door.
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That same day, around sunset, aboard The Black Pearl:
"Jack!" Anamaria yelled shrilly, glaring at his back, "I don't know what ye did, but those
are some mighty pissed off pirates," she finished thumbing the ship chasing them.
Jack was hastily barking out orders, making sure to ignore Anamaria's yell.
*Bloody woman,* he thought, exasperated, *could she pick a worse time to bring up
bothersome details.*
He noticed the canvases start to luff, quickly he ran to the wheel ready to switch their
course so as to fully take advantage of the wind moving forward (AN: Nautical term, meaning
toward the bow, or front of the ship). He ordered Anamaria to help the crew working abaft.
"Mr. Cotton! Get two men and 'aul in that topsail, she's slackin' a bit. Don't tie 'er off too
taut though!" The mute nodded in silent understanding. His parrot atop his shoulder squawked,
"Wind in your sails. Wind in your sails."
When the man turned his back to him, he shrugged. *Someday curiosity will overcome me
and I will 'ave to get him to write down 'ow he taught that bloody bird to talk for 'im...* The
thought wasn't held long when the sound of cannon fire shot through the early evening sky. The
sound startled them all, except Jack. He knew the opposing ship was still a good ways out of
range. He recognized that fire anywhere, *That be not a warning, nor just a threat, that was a
promise.* The crew seemed to be put ill at ease. He quickly turned the wheel slightly, so as to
catch the wind.
"Seriously," Jack whispered under his breath, "all this because I have my way with his
daughter? How was I supposed to know she was the only daughter of Captain Bradford."
Anamaria had come up behind him and heard his murmurings.
"Captain Bradford?!" she hollered frightfully. "Please say you're joking Jack... and if you
are, that's not funny." She reevaluated the information she had just heard, "Jack, he's the fiercest
pirate Captain in the Arabian Sea. There are nearly twice as many stories about 'The Golden
Blade' as there are about the Pearl! Were you that drunk?"
Jack sighed loudly, he looked straight ahead at the setting sun. "I didn't know who she
was, love. Honest. Who knew he'd be so uptight about his little one," he huffed. Anamaria went
to answer, but Jack hurried on, "Between me, you, and the wheel... she ain't so much a little girl.
She's a fully developed warm-blooded woman and she made rightly to show me last night," he
smiled mischievously at Ana. "Trust me, she knows a bit more than what she lets on to daddy,"
he spat the last bit derisively.
Anamaria let out a disgusted groan, "Captain... was it really necessary to be so
forthcoming?" She ducked at the sound of an object flying up on their tail, Water splashed up on
deck from a cannon ball making it's way to the bottom of the ocean. "All we ask is that you be
more careful, and now we ask that you get us the hell out of here," she added hurriedly.
Captain Jack smiled wittingly, "Did you not see, my dear?" He pointed northeast. "There
be Tortuga, and I'm going to leave my beautiful baby in your hands, if you promise you'll come
back for me," deciding, from the look on her face she needed more convincing, "While you make
up your mind, remember that I'm the one puttin' meself in the face of danger for my crew." He
half-smiled, and continued on with his plan, "I'm going to jump ship as we get closer, and swim
for shore."
Anamaria's features twisted in alarmed, "Jack, it's pitch black. How will they know that
you've left the ship? How do you know they won't continue persuin' us until we're sunk?!"
Jack's face contorted in thought, "Well, ya see... when I devised this plan it wasn't so
much this dark out..." he thought a few seconds longer, "Aye! I've got it, I'll scream out or motion
to them or something, improvision is my speciality. Make sure they know." He felt quite pleased
with himself. "One man can easily escape, whereas a ship cannot."
Anamaria sighed rolling her eyes, "Your powers of deduction never cease to amaze me
Captain."
Sensing, but ignoring the sarcasm in her voice, he took of his jacket, placing the jacket
squarely on her shoulders. "I leave 'er in your *cough*somewhat capable hands," he turns proud
of himself for getting that little jab in, "Do not lose that, it's me favorite coat." He makes his way
to the tail of the ship.
When they were close enough to appease his already protesting tense muscles. He
situated himself in the light abaft. He then ran his two cutlasses together a few time to produce
sparks to get their attention. After he was satisfied they were watching, he quickly sheathed his
weapons, to off his hat to hold it in his hand, climbed onto the railing, and dove gracefully over
the side of the ship.
"This better work, Jack," Anamaria softly threatened, "'cause if I die, no force on this
Earth will stop me from finding you and haunting you forever." With that ominous thought, she
turned the wheel and headed back out to sea.
Jack could hear Anamaria calling out orders as he swam toward the shore. He chanced a
backwards glance only when he was safely on shore. "That was close," he breathed deep, trying
to calm his wildly beating heart and steady his breath seeing the ship still moving steadily into
port, "too close." He scrambled to his feet and made his way quickly into town. Walking with a
purpose, he wracked his brain for a simple place to hide.
*Think, Jack, think!* his brain chided. *You've been here more times than you can
remember! This shouldn't be diff'cult.* He looked up to the sky, it had been many years since he
had used any sort of method of praying, he had came to the conclusion that you have make your
own fortunes and clean up your own messes because no one up there was going to miraculously
save you.
He brushed all these thoughts aside and folded his hands as he walked through town,
*Man, I must be a sight he thought rolling his eyes at himself, Captain Jack Sparrow walking
through town, praying.* He quickly carried on, unwilling to keep this up for long, he closed his
eyes as he sped through town. *Please, if there is any manner of deity up there, 'elp me now.*
Jack's eyes flew open as the pain sliced through his head. He pitched forward falling to
his knees and finally all the way to the ground.
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Feedback fun from chapter 2:
Hadowcat: Hope your questions on Will were answered... though I doubt they were since Will's
still basically in limbo here.
pirates, aset, lightining99109, enchanteddreamer1: Hope this chapter is up to standards. :D
Damien: Thank you, thank you... my ego feels nice and stroked :)
And to those of you reading and not review, I heart you, hopefully you like it, but... REVIEW!
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Author's Note:
OOOOOHHH! So, EVIL of me! Cliff hanger w/ both Liz and Jack! That's what happens
when insomnia takes you, it turns you mad! Yep, decisively quarter after four in the morning.
Now... REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! I know you must all hate me for this right now, but
there's a reason for everything. "Everything has it's place," my mom always tells me. Now
remember to e-mail me w/ any questions. I won't tell you where I'm taking this... sorry. My muse
wouldn't stand for me forming a slow leak... Those of you who know me, know this is just the
beginning, of something truly wonderful. :)
quote... "...and then they made me their chief." (My favorite "means nothing to the plot" line!)
Hey all. Hope you enjoyed the last installment, but I must warn you, from here on in, it's gonna
be the angsty roller coaster ride of a lifetime! Ye be warned....
*Thank you to Lauren, Ryan, Austin Powers, raininginnewyork, and everyone else who read my
chapter pre-posting and either gave me feedback or just told me how fabulous I am, hehe!
AN: Loved last chapters, but now we're getting to the good stuff! Any thoughts, wanna have the
possibility of having your name, or a made up name that you choose in my fic? Questions on
nautical terms? Questions on when I'm going to update (can't always promise one the next day,
but I can give excuses w/ the best of 'em)? I've decided to try something new, few e-mail
account, can easily just not check it if it goes awry. No chapter spoilers will pass these fingers
though, so don't ask. "Good comes to those who wait," "Patience is a virtue" and all that other
crap. Anyway, e-mail me at xfvixenffemail@yahoo.com! Never know what I'm gonna do, but
I'm good at replying... Anyway, Feedback is SO appreciated.
Anyone get the tricky description of the head kidnapper and think it was Jack?? If you did...
GOOD! I was going for that, to throw ya off... totally worked. *I give me a gold star*
Disclaimer: Same as 1, Striker, Rooster, and Gnat are my characters, The Mortal Wound is my
pirate ship name for my car, ;) Used to be The Bloody Wound, but my car is maroon, not a very
fresh wound... ya, succeeded in grossing myself out. Lol! Captain Roberts (don't think you meet
him here, but figure it's best to warn now, and just do a ditto when posting next chapter) is based
loosely off a real pirate.
On a happier note... Jack has arrived... *bows as the proud pirate breezes into the room* He takes
a small bow, "Thank you, thank you... now, I only have one question...," several golden teeth
gleam in the light, "Where's the rum?"
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Feedback forum at end, too much to stick up here...
Enough w/ all that malarkey... here's the chapter, mates!
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Chapter 3: Complete Chaos...
The nasty bald pirate spat in the direction of Will, and then without a glance, shoved
Elizabeth into the waiting arms of the second pirate, Striker, who was standing aboard the little
boat. One of her kidnappers, a pirate shorter than her with a black bandana covering his
scraggly-haired head, snickered as Elizabeth squealed. She silently chided herself, *You cannot
let them know they have frightened you so.*
Striker towered over Elizabeth. She looked up at him and found herself squinting into the
sunlight trying to make out his features. All she could see was a silver earring with an unusual
figure dangling from it. She recognized the outline, through the bright sunlight, to be a dolphin.
"You'll need to be quiet and sit down, Miss. Wouldn't want you to fall overboard, now would
we?" he stated gently as he sat down himself. She glanced around the small boat at the other two
pirates, already seated at the bow of the boat. Her original attacker, who had brutally shoved the
pistol into her head, was sitting astern, looking the direction from which they had just traveled.
She rubbed her temple lightly, wincing inwardly.
*Oh yes, definitely going to have a bruise there in the morning,* she slowly placed her
hands in her lap in thought, *I should hope the ones I have acquired thus far, are the only bruises
I receive tonight.*
Her mind scolded her harshly, *Now you're scaring yourself. Stop it!*
They were staring at her with detached indifference. Striker started to pull out a long
piece of cloth. She opened her mouth to protest her hands being tied, but she closed her mouth
as quickly as she opened it when Striker pulled out a small knife.
He glanced at her and then proceeded to cut the cloth down the middle, making two long
sheets. He used one to tie around her wrists, securing them together.
The head pirate sat down, still facing the bank. *Watching Will to make sure he won't get
help.* she thought glumly.
His harsh voice brought her back to reality.
"Now, don't make Striker use the other piece to shut you up. Screaming is not an option.
The captain doesn't like his woman insolent. So, if you're as smart as you look," he said, giving
her a once over, her skin crawled just from his eyes tracing her body, "you'll stay good and quiet-
like. Unless you'd like to end up like the last little one we brought the captain. Still a nasty stain
on deck..." he let his statement trail off, leaving the rest to her imagination.
"Why me?" she asked curiously, finding her voice for the first time since before the
attack.
The leader looked curious that she had the nerve to speak, but figured to give her the
benefit of the doubt. *She can't say I didn't warn her.* He pulled out a knife, glancing over his
shoulder to make sure the git was still watching.
She made an audible gasp upon him brandishing the knife.*Good, she pays attention.*
He chuckled, and started sharpening it, "Captain used to be from these parts. Don't get a full
head, but tales of the governor of Port Royal's daughter's beauty is well versed throughout the
Caribbean."
The lead pirate turned his attention to the rowing pirates, "Hurry up you two, or you'll be
huntin' rat in the brig for both of you!" He glanced back at the shoreline. The boy was still
staring on. He could see the pain in his eye even from the distance stretched between them.
"Hope ol' boy can get over this. If it were me, with your attitude, I figure alls he needs is a
good wench." he guffawed loudly, showing off several gaping holes and expelling a smell of
rotten fruit in her direction.
"Good one, Rooster!" yelled the short pirate at the bow.
Rooster quickly stopped laughing and grabbed a handful of water and threw it in the other
pirate's general direction. "Shut your gob, and keep rowing, Gnat. I don't want to be out here
when the soldiers realize their precious pearl is missing!"
Elizabeth felt an involuntary shudder travel the length of her body as Rooster grabbed her
tied wrist and started pulling her to a standing position. The pirates had finally arrived at the ship.
They soon were climbing aboard the large ship. She quickly realized that The Black Pearl paled
in comparison, there were a good 3 more sails, an extra level, and extra cedar fortifying the hull.
Elizabeth was impressed by the size, she had not seen a ship this big in her life. She figured it
had to have been custom built, by whom she had no idea. She took in her surroundings quickly,
noticing well over forty pirates on deck alone. Striker was holding Elizabeth by the material of
her dress at the back of her neck. She felt like crying.
*Not good,* she thought morosely. *Escaping this one will definitely be a challenge... if
it's at all possible.*
Striker suddenly whirled her to face Rooster. He gave her a warning look, "Don't even
think of escape. The Mortal Wound is crewed by close to a hundred men," he gestured wildly,
"all fiercely loyal to the captain, Captain Roberts," he finished condescendingly. *This one's
gonna be a handful.. If she lives long enough.*
A tall foreboding man stood at the helm, Elizabeth could not see his face through the
shadow that was cast from his large hat, but instinctively knew him to be the captain. The
canvases fell, making a loud whipping noise as the wind filled them. They were off.
Elizabeth wriggled in the strong pirates grasp, trying to get a view of Port Royal.
*I love you, Will,* she thought dispirited, *I just hope you can get to me in time.* With
that thought in mind, a single tear formed and fell down her cheek as she was half-dragged, half
pushed below deck.
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A fist slams into a hard wood desk. The governor stood next to the commodore
s desk, unable to look into the eyes of the young man who was standing before him.
"Just, How...could...you...be...SO... CARELESS!" he screamed, unable to control his
rage.
Will wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
He had let her down.
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Earlier:
The second the pirates had boarded the ship with Elizabeth, he ran as fast as his legs could
carry him to the fort, yelling for help. The citizens he passed along the way looked at him as if
he were mad. He cared not, he had precious little time until the pirates would set sail and she
would be gone.
When he had reached the fort, his lungs burning like the surface of the sun, he gasped out his
story to the guards posted at the door to the fort. They ran instinctively to the commodore instead
of to the beach. *Fools!* he thought, anger overtaking him.
He turned and ran to the blacksmith shop. Grabbing his best sword and his pistol, he tore
back down the path to the beach. *Please,* he pleaded silently, *Let her be safe, let me be in time
to save her!*
As he ran down the path, he nearly screamed with sorrow and anger combined. The ship
was already little but a black and white dot on the horizon. He fell to his knees, not knowing
what to do next. Head down, he closed his eyes, and cried tears of loss.
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The commodore walked briskly back into his office where Turner and Governor Swann
were occupying. He made sure to ignore Turner, fear that he'd lose his temper and stay him
where he stood.
"Governor Swann, My two fastest ships are at your disposal. They are packed and ready
to leave at your word."
"Do what you must Commodore," he softly spoke, choking back tears of loss, "just bring
her back. Dead or alive." The governor turned his head, his body wracked with sobs.
Norrington was taken aback by the governor's admission that his only child was most
likely dead without proof. He quickly realized that his mouth was agape and he quickly shut it.
"You have my word, governor. She will return... if I have any say in it, unharmed. I will
see you upon return" he did not wait for a response. He turned on his heels and stormed out of his
office, but not before throwing Turner a disgusted glare. Will did not see it, but there was no
need, he felt the chill that vibrated off the commodore's icy glare in waves.
"I will deal with you later," governor Swann growled at Will's back as he raced out the
door.
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That same day, around sunset, aboard The Black Pearl:
"Jack!" Anamaria yelled shrilly, glaring at his back, "I don't know what ye did, but those
are some mighty pissed off pirates," she finished thumbing the ship chasing them.
Jack was hastily barking out orders, making sure to ignore Anamaria's yell.
*Bloody woman,* he thought, exasperated, *could she pick a worse time to bring up
bothersome details.*
He noticed the canvases start to luff, quickly he ran to the wheel ready to switch their
course so as to fully take advantage of the wind moving forward (AN: Nautical term, meaning
toward the bow, or front of the ship). He ordered Anamaria to help the crew working abaft.
"Mr. Cotton! Get two men and 'aul in that topsail, she's slackin' a bit. Don't tie 'er off too
taut though!" The mute nodded in silent understanding. His parrot atop his shoulder squawked,
"Wind in your sails. Wind in your sails."
When the man turned his back to him, he shrugged. *Someday curiosity will overcome me
and I will 'ave to get him to write down 'ow he taught that bloody bird to talk for 'im...* The
thought wasn't held long when the sound of cannon fire shot through the early evening sky. The
sound startled them all, except Jack. He knew the opposing ship was still a good ways out of
range. He recognized that fire anywhere, *That be not a warning, nor just a threat, that was a
promise.* The crew seemed to be put ill at ease. He quickly turned the wheel slightly, so as to
catch the wind.
"Seriously," Jack whispered under his breath, "all this because I have my way with his
daughter? How was I supposed to know she was the only daughter of Captain Bradford."
Anamaria had come up behind him and heard his murmurings.
"Captain Bradford?!" she hollered frightfully. "Please say you're joking Jack... and if you
are, that's not funny." She reevaluated the information she had just heard, "Jack, he's the fiercest
pirate Captain in the Arabian Sea. There are nearly twice as many stories about 'The Golden
Blade' as there are about the Pearl! Were you that drunk?"
Jack sighed loudly, he looked straight ahead at the setting sun. "I didn't know who she
was, love. Honest. Who knew he'd be so uptight about his little one," he huffed. Anamaria went
to answer, but Jack hurried on, "Between me, you, and the wheel... she ain't so much a little girl.
She's a fully developed warm-blooded woman and she made rightly to show me last night," he
smiled mischievously at Ana. "Trust me, she knows a bit more than what she lets on to daddy,"
he spat the last bit derisively.
Anamaria let out a disgusted groan, "Captain... was it really necessary to be so
forthcoming?" She ducked at the sound of an object flying up on their tail, Water splashed up on
deck from a cannon ball making it's way to the bottom of the ocean. "All we ask is that you be
more careful, and now we ask that you get us the hell out of here," she added hurriedly.
Captain Jack smiled wittingly, "Did you not see, my dear?" He pointed northeast. "There
be Tortuga, and I'm going to leave my beautiful baby in your hands, if you promise you'll come
back for me," deciding, from the look on her face she needed more convincing, "While you make
up your mind, remember that I'm the one puttin' meself in the face of danger for my crew." He
half-smiled, and continued on with his plan, "I'm going to jump ship as we get closer, and swim
for shore."
Anamaria's features twisted in alarmed, "Jack, it's pitch black. How will they know that
you've left the ship? How do you know they won't continue persuin' us until we're sunk?!"
Jack's face contorted in thought, "Well, ya see... when I devised this plan it wasn't so
much this dark out..." he thought a few seconds longer, "Aye! I've got it, I'll scream out or motion
to them or something, improvision is my speciality. Make sure they know." He felt quite pleased
with himself. "One man can easily escape, whereas a ship cannot."
Anamaria sighed rolling her eyes, "Your powers of deduction never cease to amaze me
Captain."
Sensing, but ignoring the sarcasm in her voice, he took of his jacket, placing the jacket
squarely on her shoulders. "I leave 'er in your *cough*somewhat capable hands," he turns proud
of himself for getting that little jab in, "Do not lose that, it's me favorite coat." He makes his way
to the tail of the ship.
When they were close enough to appease his already protesting tense muscles. He
situated himself in the light abaft. He then ran his two cutlasses together a few time to produce
sparks to get their attention. After he was satisfied they were watching, he quickly sheathed his
weapons, to off his hat to hold it in his hand, climbed onto the railing, and dove gracefully over
the side of the ship.
"This better work, Jack," Anamaria softly threatened, "'cause if I die, no force on this
Earth will stop me from finding you and haunting you forever." With that ominous thought, she
turned the wheel and headed back out to sea.
Jack could hear Anamaria calling out orders as he swam toward the shore. He chanced a
backwards glance only when he was safely on shore. "That was close," he breathed deep, trying
to calm his wildly beating heart and steady his breath seeing the ship still moving steadily into
port, "too close." He scrambled to his feet and made his way quickly into town. Walking with a
purpose, he wracked his brain for a simple place to hide.
*Think, Jack, think!* his brain chided. *You've been here more times than you can
remember! This shouldn't be diff'cult.* He looked up to the sky, it had been many years since he
had used any sort of method of praying, he had came to the conclusion that you have make your
own fortunes and clean up your own messes because no one up there was going to miraculously
save you.
He brushed all these thoughts aside and folded his hands as he walked through town,
*Man, I must be a sight he thought rolling his eyes at himself, Captain Jack Sparrow walking
through town, praying.* He quickly carried on, unwilling to keep this up for long, he closed his
eyes as he sped through town. *Please, if there is any manner of deity up there, 'elp me now.*
Jack's eyes flew open as the pain sliced through his head. He pitched forward falling to
his knees and finally all the way to the ground.
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Author's Note:
OOOOOHHH! So, EVIL of me! Cliff hanger w/ both Liz and Jack! That's what happens
when insomnia takes you, it turns you mad! Yep, decisively quarter after four in the morning.
Now... REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! I know you must all hate me for this right now, but
there's a reason for everything. "Everything has it's place," my mom always tells me. Now
remember to e-mail me w/ any questions. I won't tell you where I'm taking this... sorry. My muse
wouldn't stand for me forming a slow leak... Those of you who know me, know this is just the
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