AN: Merci bien, my reviewers! And for the record-what I meant about trying
to make this one an original chapter is that I don't want everything to end
up horribly predictable. No offense to anyone who does that; I myself am
such a romantic Disney happy-ever-after person it's disgusting. Um, I think
I'll stop talking now.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Happy now? *pouts*
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Chapter 17: In the Dark of the Night
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"Captain, I cannot just let you run off to your doom. Look at you! You can barely walk down this street without proper assistance. I won't allow it! Ms. Swann will not allow it! Do you honestly believe that Anamaria would think better of you if you were dead? In all truth, Captain--"
Commodore Norrington chased frantically after Jack Sparrow, who was in turn walking-or perhaps staggering would be the correct term, beside the boy Matthew. He caught the boy's eye and rolled his dark eyes in aggravation as the redcoat continued to shout at him in exasperation. Jack finally sighed with barely suppressed frustration, clapped his hand on the boy's shoulder in reassurance, and then whirled with a jingle of beads to face the perturbed commodore.
"My boy," Jack began, seeing the commodore frown because he knew that the captain was not even ten years older than his own thirty. "Commodore," Jack amended quickly, his hands fluttering in annoyance, "Do ye really think ye can stop me? I don't give a bloody owl's hoot what ye, or Elizabeth for that matter think on-on--" he paused, his frustrated thoughts not able to make themselves into proper sentences and sighed, "On this matter, savvy?"
"You don't even know that the boy speaking truth in taking us to her!" James protested; he saw out of the corner of his eye the dirty look Matthew shot at him in the dim light. He threw up his hands and began to backtrack, "Well then again, perhaps he is, but these men are professional bounty hunters, Sparrow. Do you know exactly what they can do to people who get in their way?" He demanded, trying to talk some sense into this impulsive, thick-headed man and having a sinking feeling that he was failing at it.
Jack gave him a look that clearly said that he did know and had experienced what they did to people who crossed their path. "Commodore," he said testily, his patience waning with every passing minute, "I'm a pirate. Pi- rate," he explained, sounding out the word for emphasis. He was beginning to sway under the strain he was put under, and James could see the sheen of sweat beads appearing on his forehead. James grabbed the man's arm, ignoring his wince, and pushed him down onto a nearby crate. The pirate glared at him with a petulant expression in his shadowed eyes, "Ye can't stop me, James. I'll find me way."
"I have little doubt that you will," James told him slipping back into his 'commodore' mode and turning his back to the pirate so he would not have to watch the man's soulful, pleading eyes as he pled his point.
Jack tried a new tactic, narrowed his eyes into near slits, leaned forward, and raised his hand to wave in circles "Ana's a subject o' the British Crown, aye? And yer obligated to protect those under the crown, so really ye gotta go get her 'afore she's dead and there's no more of 'er to protect!" He exclaimed the last part with a sort of blind panic, as if the severity of the situation had just occurred to him.
"Captain Sparrow, what you say is truth, but I just cannot let you go gallivanting off to your death simply because-" He turned around and caught at glimpse of Jack limping after the boy about fifteen yards up the road, disappearing into the shadows. "Sparrow!" He growled, sprinting after the pair, and muttered under his breath in annoyance, "bloody pirate."
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"Any sign?" Elizabeth asked anxiously of the woman, Eve. Eve shook her head negatively from where she was perched atop a stack of crates surveying the area for any sign of Jack or James. They had been waiting nearly ten minutes past the designated rendez-vous time, and Elizabeth feared he had done exactly what she had made him promise not to.
"Miss Elizabeth." Elizabeth turned to see Gibbs watching her, something clearly on his mind; she nodded for him to go on. He motioned behind him to where several redcoats stood at attention, "These men 'ave reported seein' an unscrupulous lookin' character draggin' a bound woman down by north o' town by Beacon Street."
"Why on God's earth didn't they follow 'em or stop them or something!" Eve demanded heatedly, swinging herself down from her post, voicing what had been on everyone's minds and had not managed to get into words just yet.
"Said they was supposed to be lookin' for two men an' a lass," Gibbs explained, shifting from foot to foot. His irritation was clearly visible in his eyes.
Eve rolled her eyes in annoyance and strode purposefully over to where the men stood awkwardly, "Thank you, gentlemen, for doin' such a fine duty." They stared at her, unsure if her tone held sarcasm or sincerity and not knowing how to react to it. She reached out and drew one of their swords out of the sheath, holding it comfortably in her hand by her side. Then men still stood gaping at her, several looking desperately at Elizabeth for help; she looked on, caught between shock and amusement.
"Quit your lollygagging," Eve snapped, "We have a bastard to stop." As the somewhat stunned group followed her numbly towards Beacon Street, she looked back over her shoulder at the soldiers in distain. "Bloody redcoats," she muttered.
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"Maria, dear,"
Ana jerked her head up from where it had been for several minutes in a bowed position into the cold blue eyes that she had loathed for so long. Her face twisted in distaste, as she noticed him standing over her with Evans behind him, a new cut visible on his cheekbone. She made no reply and only stared stonily at the lord.
"Maria, wouldn't you like to say goodbye to Mr. Evans? Unfortunately," Charles' lips sneered, making it known that it was not unfortunate at all, "he shall be leaving us and we'll have some time alone to reacquaint."
Ana still did not reply, knowing if her hands were untied exactly the kind of farewell she'd be giving him. Charles sighed patiently, while Evans looked on, his dark and cut face twisting in anger, a leering look appearing in his eyes.
"I know she wants to bid me a proper goodbye. We had some fun together," he said, both to the other man and Ana. He strode forward two long strides and yanked her to her feet, ignoring the expression of pain that flashed across her face as he created new bruises on her already sore arm. He shoved her against the wall and leaned in close, making it so his eyes were inches from hers. Ana bit her lip, knowing she must wait for the opportune moment. He smirked at her, his other hand gripping her hair painfully as he held her head in place. "Some good fun," he breathed, putrid breath causing Ana to suppress a shudder. He pressed his lips against hers and forced his tongue into her mouth, holding her whole body in place with his while he moved his hand on her arm to creep inside her inner thigh.
"What are you doing? Really, I must protest-"
Ana heard Charles' sputtering protests, and felt Evans' hand tighten on her inner thigh painfully, and she tried to gasp but could not, his lips still smothering hers. She fought to free her leg from where it was pinned. Finally she succeeded somewhat, and lashed out with it to collide painfully with his kneecap. She felt shooting pains throughout her knee down to her toes and cursed inwardly, feeling tears prick her eyes, but with a hard shove against the wall was released from his crushing weight. "You bitch!" she heard Evans yell and cringed, waiting for the slap that did not come.
She snuck a cautious glance and saw that Charles had caught Evans' hand. "You're payment, sir," Charles said coldly, motioning towards the desk where on it laid a large sack that appeared quite heavy.
Ana watched with distain as Evans strode to the desk and grasped it in his hand, smiling smugly, and felt its contents. "I owe you thanks, my lady, for ye have given this to me," he exclaimed haughtily and tipped his nonexistent hat mockingly. Ana spat on the ground before him from where she weakly stood propped against the wall. He laughed at her, shook hands with Charles, then sauntered out the door.
She watched his retreating back and the door slam behind him with hate- filled eyes, but was interrupted by a purr in her left ear and hand on her shoulder.
"Now where were we, darling?"
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Evans strolled down the stairs and pushed open the heavy door that led to the street. He breathed in the fresh night air and jingled the contents of the sack. Life was looking good tonight. Now what to do with his newfound fortune--? Evans turned to walk towards the nearest tavern and bumped solidly into someone standing in the shadows.
"Sorry, mate," he heard a voice growl and felt a sharp pain as something hard collided severely with his abdomen.
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AN: Review? Pretty please? I'd really like to know what you're thinking about it!
Disclaimer: They're not mine. Happy now? *pouts*
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Chapter 17: In the Dark of the Night
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"Captain, I cannot just let you run off to your doom. Look at you! You can barely walk down this street without proper assistance. I won't allow it! Ms. Swann will not allow it! Do you honestly believe that Anamaria would think better of you if you were dead? In all truth, Captain--"
Commodore Norrington chased frantically after Jack Sparrow, who was in turn walking-or perhaps staggering would be the correct term, beside the boy Matthew. He caught the boy's eye and rolled his dark eyes in aggravation as the redcoat continued to shout at him in exasperation. Jack finally sighed with barely suppressed frustration, clapped his hand on the boy's shoulder in reassurance, and then whirled with a jingle of beads to face the perturbed commodore.
"My boy," Jack began, seeing the commodore frown because he knew that the captain was not even ten years older than his own thirty. "Commodore," Jack amended quickly, his hands fluttering in annoyance, "Do ye really think ye can stop me? I don't give a bloody owl's hoot what ye, or Elizabeth for that matter think on-on--" he paused, his frustrated thoughts not able to make themselves into proper sentences and sighed, "On this matter, savvy?"
"You don't even know that the boy speaking truth in taking us to her!" James protested; he saw out of the corner of his eye the dirty look Matthew shot at him in the dim light. He threw up his hands and began to backtrack, "Well then again, perhaps he is, but these men are professional bounty hunters, Sparrow. Do you know exactly what they can do to people who get in their way?" He demanded, trying to talk some sense into this impulsive, thick-headed man and having a sinking feeling that he was failing at it.
Jack gave him a look that clearly said that he did know and had experienced what they did to people who crossed their path. "Commodore," he said testily, his patience waning with every passing minute, "I'm a pirate. Pi- rate," he explained, sounding out the word for emphasis. He was beginning to sway under the strain he was put under, and James could see the sheen of sweat beads appearing on his forehead. James grabbed the man's arm, ignoring his wince, and pushed him down onto a nearby crate. The pirate glared at him with a petulant expression in his shadowed eyes, "Ye can't stop me, James. I'll find me way."
"I have little doubt that you will," James told him slipping back into his 'commodore' mode and turning his back to the pirate so he would not have to watch the man's soulful, pleading eyes as he pled his point.
Jack tried a new tactic, narrowed his eyes into near slits, leaned forward, and raised his hand to wave in circles "Ana's a subject o' the British Crown, aye? And yer obligated to protect those under the crown, so really ye gotta go get her 'afore she's dead and there's no more of 'er to protect!" He exclaimed the last part with a sort of blind panic, as if the severity of the situation had just occurred to him.
"Captain Sparrow, what you say is truth, but I just cannot let you go gallivanting off to your death simply because-" He turned around and caught at glimpse of Jack limping after the boy about fifteen yards up the road, disappearing into the shadows. "Sparrow!" He growled, sprinting after the pair, and muttered under his breath in annoyance, "bloody pirate."
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"Any sign?" Elizabeth asked anxiously of the woman, Eve. Eve shook her head negatively from where she was perched atop a stack of crates surveying the area for any sign of Jack or James. They had been waiting nearly ten minutes past the designated rendez-vous time, and Elizabeth feared he had done exactly what she had made him promise not to.
"Miss Elizabeth." Elizabeth turned to see Gibbs watching her, something clearly on his mind; she nodded for him to go on. He motioned behind him to where several redcoats stood at attention, "These men 'ave reported seein' an unscrupulous lookin' character draggin' a bound woman down by north o' town by Beacon Street."
"Why on God's earth didn't they follow 'em or stop them or something!" Eve demanded heatedly, swinging herself down from her post, voicing what had been on everyone's minds and had not managed to get into words just yet.
"Said they was supposed to be lookin' for two men an' a lass," Gibbs explained, shifting from foot to foot. His irritation was clearly visible in his eyes.
Eve rolled her eyes in annoyance and strode purposefully over to where the men stood awkwardly, "Thank you, gentlemen, for doin' such a fine duty." They stared at her, unsure if her tone held sarcasm or sincerity and not knowing how to react to it. She reached out and drew one of their swords out of the sheath, holding it comfortably in her hand by her side. Then men still stood gaping at her, several looking desperately at Elizabeth for help; she looked on, caught between shock and amusement.
"Quit your lollygagging," Eve snapped, "We have a bastard to stop." As the somewhat stunned group followed her numbly towards Beacon Street, she looked back over her shoulder at the soldiers in distain. "Bloody redcoats," she muttered.
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"Maria, dear,"
Ana jerked her head up from where it had been for several minutes in a bowed position into the cold blue eyes that she had loathed for so long. Her face twisted in distaste, as she noticed him standing over her with Evans behind him, a new cut visible on his cheekbone. She made no reply and only stared stonily at the lord.
"Maria, wouldn't you like to say goodbye to Mr. Evans? Unfortunately," Charles' lips sneered, making it known that it was not unfortunate at all, "he shall be leaving us and we'll have some time alone to reacquaint."
Ana still did not reply, knowing if her hands were untied exactly the kind of farewell she'd be giving him. Charles sighed patiently, while Evans looked on, his dark and cut face twisting in anger, a leering look appearing in his eyes.
"I know she wants to bid me a proper goodbye. We had some fun together," he said, both to the other man and Ana. He strode forward two long strides and yanked her to her feet, ignoring the expression of pain that flashed across her face as he created new bruises on her already sore arm. He shoved her against the wall and leaned in close, making it so his eyes were inches from hers. Ana bit her lip, knowing she must wait for the opportune moment. He smirked at her, his other hand gripping her hair painfully as he held her head in place. "Some good fun," he breathed, putrid breath causing Ana to suppress a shudder. He pressed his lips against hers and forced his tongue into her mouth, holding her whole body in place with his while he moved his hand on her arm to creep inside her inner thigh.
"What are you doing? Really, I must protest-"
Ana heard Charles' sputtering protests, and felt Evans' hand tighten on her inner thigh painfully, and she tried to gasp but could not, his lips still smothering hers. She fought to free her leg from where it was pinned. Finally she succeeded somewhat, and lashed out with it to collide painfully with his kneecap. She felt shooting pains throughout her knee down to her toes and cursed inwardly, feeling tears prick her eyes, but with a hard shove against the wall was released from his crushing weight. "You bitch!" she heard Evans yell and cringed, waiting for the slap that did not come.
She snuck a cautious glance and saw that Charles had caught Evans' hand. "You're payment, sir," Charles said coldly, motioning towards the desk where on it laid a large sack that appeared quite heavy.
Ana watched with distain as Evans strode to the desk and grasped it in his hand, smiling smugly, and felt its contents. "I owe you thanks, my lady, for ye have given this to me," he exclaimed haughtily and tipped his nonexistent hat mockingly. Ana spat on the ground before him from where she weakly stood propped against the wall. He laughed at her, shook hands with Charles, then sauntered out the door.
She watched his retreating back and the door slam behind him with hate- filled eyes, but was interrupted by a purr in her left ear and hand on her shoulder.
"Now where were we, darling?"
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Evans strolled down the stairs and pushed open the heavy door that led to the street. He breathed in the fresh night air and jingled the contents of the sack. Life was looking good tonight. Now what to do with his newfound fortune--? Evans turned to walk towards the nearest tavern and bumped solidly into someone standing in the shadows.
"Sorry, mate," he heard a voice growl and felt a sharp pain as something hard collided severely with his abdomen.
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AN: Review? Pretty please? I'd really like to know what you're thinking about it!
