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various other things from it.
As Elizabeth was dicing carrots, she heard heavy footsteps.
"Hello Jack." She called coolly. "I notice Anna Maria seems to have warmed up to you." Jack grinned and leaned against the counter.
"But of course. The Sparrow charm is, irresistible, luv." He told her. She smirked.
"Whatever you say, Captain Sparrow." He used his forefinger to turn her face towards him, hooking it under her chin.
"Jealous, luv?" He asked with a grin. "You had a chance with me back on the island, remember?" She narrowed her eyes. Suddenly, she held the knife up at his throat.
"Jack Sparrow you are infuriating! How dare you try and destroy my honor! You are a complete scoundrel!" She snapped, finally putting the knife down. Jack gave her a small smile.
"Well, you seem very busy. I'll leave you to cooking, while I go and steer." With that, he hurried out into the sunlight. Elizabeth sighed and was about to chop the carrots again when she turned away.
"That was smart, Elizabeth, get the knife dirty so now you have to wash it again." She muttered to herself, using a wet cloth to clean off the knife that Jack had 'contaminated'. Then Elizabeth returned to the carrot.
"You had better be worth this, William Turner." She sighed. Meanwhile, Jack was at the helm, watching Cotton's parrot squawk at Gibbs.
"Wind in the sails, wind in the sails!" Gibbs glared at the parrot.
"I did not miss a spot, ya' mangy dog!" Gibbs growled, throwing extra effort into the mop. Jack lazily turned the helm.
"And really bad eggs." He muttered, humming the rest under his breath. Jack suddenly saw something that sparked his interest. Anna Maria heading down into the galley. He raised an eyebrow.
"What is that girl doing?" He mused. Realizing Elizabeth still had the knife and the temper of a starving, caged tiger, he decided to go down and referee.
"Gibbs! Take my place!" Jack ordered, drawing his sword and moving hurriedly towards the galley.
"Yes, Captain." Gibbs hurried to take the wheel. Jack make his way slowly to the galley, carefully taking each step so as not to make noise. He heard raised voices. Couldn't be good. He jumped down the last few stairs.
"Everybody stay calm! I'm taking over the galley!" Jack yelled, dropping down, his sword raised. Anna Maria and Elizabeth turned to stare at him.
"Jack Sparrow, put away your sword right now! What on earth do you think you are doing?" She asked. Hesitantly, Jack sheathed the sword.
"What are you doing down here?" He asked of Anna Maria.
"Talking with Elizabeth." Was her answer. Jack turned to Elizabeth.
"And you're.okay with this?" Elizabeth laughed.
"Don't be silly Jack. It's fine. I was telling Anna Maria about the time we spent together on the island." Jack looked sad suddenly. He reached over and touched Elizabeth's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, darling. But really, you've got to move on. We never would've worked." Then he left, retreating to the upper deck, leaving the two women to laugh at Jack's expense. Over the next few days, they passed three ships. Jack ran up the flag of truce at Elizabeth's bidding and ask if they knew the whereabouts of Will Turner. No ship had even heard of him.
Will hurried to the boats, dragging Sorrie behind him.
"So much for leaving undetected." He muttered. He lowered a rowboat and jumped in. Sorrie nervously climbed in after him.
"Is this safe?" She asked.
"Safer than staying up there." He replied. She nodded.
"So, how did you come to be his prisoner?" Asked Will.
"He's my father. The captain." Will stopped rowing.
"And you're his prisoner?"
"Yes. He didn't like my mother very much, can you tell?" Remarked Sorrie dryly. Will began rowing again. He could just see the coastline of Tortuga.
"Well, if you've like with pirates, I guess you've been to Tortuga a lot?" Asked Will. Sorrie nodded.
"Of course. My father goes just about once a week. To check in and see if Jack Sparrow is there. But Jack only stays one night, and that Black Pearl of his is almost untraceable."
"So," Will began, his arms enjoying the strain of rowing, "Why was your father so intent on revenge on Jack?" He asked. Sorrie toyed with the bundle in his arms.
"My father also wanted the Black Pearl. But neither could afford it. There was a lady who was willing to pay for it, who believed piracy had to be continued. But there was only one ship. She wanted to give it to the man she like better. Well, my father tried to win, but in the end Jack Sparrow won fair lady's heart. He got the money, he got the ship. And it was a knife in my father's heart. He wanted that ship so much. He never forgave Jack for that." Will nodded and continued to row. They sat in silence except for the slosh of the waves against the boat. When they reached the shore of Tortuga, Will's arms were aching. Will climbed out of the rowboat.
"Good. Now all we have to do is sit in a bar and wait for Jack Sparrow."
"Jack! Jack, wake up!" Hissed a voice. Jack felt himself being shaken awake. Feeling disabled, he opened his eyes. Elizabeth hovered over him.
"What are you doing, Liz?" He asked. She brushed away the name impatiently.
"Turn around!" She implored. He looked at her quizzically.
"I thought we'd gone through this luv. I'm no longer unattached."
"Jack Sparrow once again you degrade me. We have to head back to Tortuga! That's the first place Will would head to meet up with you!" Jack sat up.
"Yer right luv. Yer thinking like a pirate now. Go tell whoever's at the wheel. I'm tired. Now go, off with you!" Jack ordered her. As she left, shutting the door behind her, Jack turned over in his bed.
"No privacy. Does a locked door mean anything to her?"
As Elizabeth was dicing carrots, she heard heavy footsteps.
"Hello Jack." She called coolly. "I notice Anna Maria seems to have warmed up to you." Jack grinned and leaned against the counter.
"But of course. The Sparrow charm is, irresistible, luv." He told her. She smirked.
"Whatever you say, Captain Sparrow." He used his forefinger to turn her face towards him, hooking it under her chin.
"Jealous, luv?" He asked with a grin. "You had a chance with me back on the island, remember?" She narrowed her eyes. Suddenly, she held the knife up at his throat.
"Jack Sparrow you are infuriating! How dare you try and destroy my honor! You are a complete scoundrel!" She snapped, finally putting the knife down. Jack gave her a small smile.
"Well, you seem very busy. I'll leave you to cooking, while I go and steer." With that, he hurried out into the sunlight. Elizabeth sighed and was about to chop the carrots again when she turned away.
"That was smart, Elizabeth, get the knife dirty so now you have to wash it again." She muttered to herself, using a wet cloth to clean off the knife that Jack had 'contaminated'. Then Elizabeth returned to the carrot.
"You had better be worth this, William Turner." She sighed. Meanwhile, Jack was at the helm, watching Cotton's parrot squawk at Gibbs.
"Wind in the sails, wind in the sails!" Gibbs glared at the parrot.
"I did not miss a spot, ya' mangy dog!" Gibbs growled, throwing extra effort into the mop. Jack lazily turned the helm.
"And really bad eggs." He muttered, humming the rest under his breath. Jack suddenly saw something that sparked his interest. Anna Maria heading down into the galley. He raised an eyebrow.
"What is that girl doing?" He mused. Realizing Elizabeth still had the knife and the temper of a starving, caged tiger, he decided to go down and referee.
"Gibbs! Take my place!" Jack ordered, drawing his sword and moving hurriedly towards the galley.
"Yes, Captain." Gibbs hurried to take the wheel. Jack make his way slowly to the galley, carefully taking each step so as not to make noise. He heard raised voices. Couldn't be good. He jumped down the last few stairs.
"Everybody stay calm! I'm taking over the galley!" Jack yelled, dropping down, his sword raised. Anna Maria and Elizabeth turned to stare at him.
"Jack Sparrow, put away your sword right now! What on earth do you think you are doing?" She asked. Hesitantly, Jack sheathed the sword.
"What are you doing down here?" He asked of Anna Maria.
"Talking with Elizabeth." Was her answer. Jack turned to Elizabeth.
"And you're.okay with this?" Elizabeth laughed.
"Don't be silly Jack. It's fine. I was telling Anna Maria about the time we spent together on the island." Jack looked sad suddenly. He reached over and touched Elizabeth's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, darling. But really, you've got to move on. We never would've worked." Then he left, retreating to the upper deck, leaving the two women to laugh at Jack's expense. Over the next few days, they passed three ships. Jack ran up the flag of truce at Elizabeth's bidding and ask if they knew the whereabouts of Will Turner. No ship had even heard of him.
Will hurried to the boats, dragging Sorrie behind him.
"So much for leaving undetected." He muttered. He lowered a rowboat and jumped in. Sorrie nervously climbed in after him.
"Is this safe?" She asked.
"Safer than staying up there." He replied. She nodded.
"So, how did you come to be his prisoner?" Asked Will.
"He's my father. The captain." Will stopped rowing.
"And you're his prisoner?"
"Yes. He didn't like my mother very much, can you tell?" Remarked Sorrie dryly. Will began rowing again. He could just see the coastline of Tortuga.
"Well, if you've like with pirates, I guess you've been to Tortuga a lot?" Asked Will. Sorrie nodded.
"Of course. My father goes just about once a week. To check in and see if Jack Sparrow is there. But Jack only stays one night, and that Black Pearl of his is almost untraceable."
"So," Will began, his arms enjoying the strain of rowing, "Why was your father so intent on revenge on Jack?" He asked. Sorrie toyed with the bundle in his arms.
"My father also wanted the Black Pearl. But neither could afford it. There was a lady who was willing to pay for it, who believed piracy had to be continued. But there was only one ship. She wanted to give it to the man she like better. Well, my father tried to win, but in the end Jack Sparrow won fair lady's heart. He got the money, he got the ship. And it was a knife in my father's heart. He wanted that ship so much. He never forgave Jack for that." Will nodded and continued to row. They sat in silence except for the slosh of the waves against the boat. When they reached the shore of Tortuga, Will's arms were aching. Will climbed out of the rowboat.
"Good. Now all we have to do is sit in a bar and wait for Jack Sparrow."
"Jack! Jack, wake up!" Hissed a voice. Jack felt himself being shaken awake. Feeling disabled, he opened his eyes. Elizabeth hovered over him.
"What are you doing, Liz?" He asked. She brushed away the name impatiently.
"Turn around!" She implored. He looked at her quizzically.
"I thought we'd gone through this luv. I'm no longer unattached."
"Jack Sparrow once again you degrade me. We have to head back to Tortuga! That's the first place Will would head to meet up with you!" Jack sat up.
"Yer right luv. Yer thinking like a pirate now. Go tell whoever's at the wheel. I'm tired. Now go, off with you!" Jack ordered her. As she left, shutting the door behind her, Jack turned over in his bed.
"No privacy. Does a locked door mean anything to her?"