Chapter 9
Collins awoke to the sounds of frightened voices. He quickly got up, dressed and went to the room where the voices were emerging. When he entered the room, Ellen, Catherine's personal servant, suddenly came up to him clutching a letter addressed to him.
"Sir, I don't know where she is. She's gone sir. I found this in her room this morning, with some of her belongings missing and the window open sir." Ellen handed him the letter, her hand shaking from nerves.
Collins took the letter, opened it and read it. A look of concern ran across his features.
"Have you seen her with anyone Ellen?" Collins asked.
"No sir, I have not. She spent most of her time with Elizabeth and Will sir."
"Retreat back to the Swann home. I shall be along soon to speak to Governor Edward about this." Collins said retreating back to his quarters.
"Oh but sir, do you not know? Norrington, made an announcement this morning of Miss Elizabeth, Miss Catherine and Mr. Turner being missing." Ellen stood not knowing what else to say.
Collins looked about him. Norrington indeed wasn't there in the house.
"Ellen do go back to the Swann home, I shall go to Norrington." Collins quickly went out the door to go to Norrington and the Swann's. Ellen meekly left the house and went back in the direction of the Swann home.
~*~
Catherine woke to find Jack sleeping soundly. She noticed that his left sleeve happened to be pushed up giving her a view of the scars on his forearm. She gingerly took her fingers and ran them over the length of the scars. She whispered, "Dear Jack it must have been hard for you, losing your Mother, then your father, and then to be left with a prominent reminder of it all." She gently pulled on the sleeve, making it fall back into place.
Looking around, Catherine stood up and noticed how the sun was shining brightly through the windows of the cabin. She put her overcoat back on and went on deck, leaving Jack to his slumber.
"Cat, how are you feeling?" Elizabeth asked watching her cousin come from a doorway.
"Oh I'm fine, you?" Catherine asked watching Will go about business as if this was where his heart truly belonged.
"I'm well. Where's Jack?" Elizabeth asked walking them over to the boxes that Catherine remembered from last night.
"He's still sleeping. Elizabeth would it be ill of me to admit that I admire him?" Elizabeth just stared.
"You admiring a pirate?" Dumbfounded, Elizabeth continued, "I never thought that you would ever admire anyone except Collins Cat. You know Collins fancies you immensely."
"Yes Elizabeth, I know, thank you for the reassuring measure of guilt." Catherine stated flatly.
"It's not that Cat. I think it's safe to say that Jack is fond of you, but not in the same way that Collins is fond of you. Jack is only out for Jack; you haven't seen that side of him. Collins is a man whom can make you a queen in your own right. Like Will is my king." Elizabeth looked over at Will, watching him sharpening a blade and talking to Gibbs.
"Have you not noticed that I'm not like you Elizabeth? I don't care about classes or society. It means nothing to me except to show our ignorance in standards. Will may be your king, but look at him…look at him good, he's a pirate. You can tell by how quickly he's adapted out here. It's second nature to him. Blacksmith by trade, pirate by nature." Catherine watched Elizabeth's face turn to confusion. Elizabeth turned to her.
"I never told you that Will was a pirate. How did you know that?"
"I have a sense about these things. Something I just picked up along the way." Catherine stated.
"Have you always had an abhorrence for me Cat?" Elizabeth asked genuinely wanting to know.
"No, I've always liked you Elizabeth. I've never hated you for anything. I just don't always approve of what you've done or do. If I thought you to be perfect, our family would think I was odd." Catherine laughed.
"I've always been a bit jealous of the relationship that Uncle Edward has with you. He loves you so. Always being watched after and doted on." Elizabeth looked at Catherine who stood there speechless.
"Father never lets me do anything on my own Elizabeth. At least you've got the freedom to marry for love. Whereas I must fall in love with whom Father chooses. The doting can be annoying, that's why I tell everyone not to worry about me. It's like living in a cage trapped in the worst part of hell at times." Catherine looked out at the ocean. "The only thing that is truly free is the sea. All I want is a freedom Elizabeth, and for the first time I can remember, I have it." Elizabeth hugged Catherine.
"I understand Cat. As for Jack…well he's awake and coming over here." Catherine looked in the direction that Elizabeth was staring; she smiled.
~*~
"Collins! About bloody time you get here. I take it that you've heard the news about Elizabeth, Catherine and William." Norrington stood talking to Collins. Collins noticed that both governors were in the room, both looking ill for the loss of their daughters.
"Yes sir I have been informed of the situation. I am sorry to say that Catherine's letter offers nothing of what has happened or where she has gone." Collins handed the letter over to Edward who took it and just held it close to him. As Norrington, Governor Weatherby, Governor Edward, Collins and a few other Royal Navy officials were talking a young woman came up to them.
"May I help you Miss?" Norrington asked looking at the lady who was dressed in peasant attire.
"No sir, actually I think I can help you." She paused. Norrington asked her to continue. "Last night while I was cleaning the shop I work for, I noticed some people running towards the docks. One was being carried and the others were running as fast as they could. I could have sworn one looked like a pirate. I wasn't too sure though." The young lady stood there meekly.
"What is your name Miss?" Collins asked.
"Sarah Davidson." Sarah stated.
"Sarah, did they get on a ship in our docks?" Norrington asked.
"They did happen to get on a ship sir, but it wasn't in the docks. It was staying off a bit. A rather fancy ship not to be docked here sir." Sarah explained.
"Thank you Sarah, you and your family shall be rewarded kindly for your information." Norrington told Sarah.
"Thanks you sir." Sarah rushed out the door to go back to her business.
"Well what do you think Norrington?" Collins asked him. Norrington's brow furrowed, and he sighed.
"Only one man is capable of this…and that man is Jack Sparrow. Men get the ships ready for sail. We're going after a pirate." Norrington left to oversee the operations, Collins stood there thinking about Catherine being trapped on a pirate's ship, or worse yet, in the arms of a pirate.
~*~
Jack looked around his ship, his beloved Pearl. His crew, busy doing their work, even Will was getting back into the swing of things. 'William Turner's son to a T,' he thought before continuing to walk to the helm of the ship.
Catherine watched this man as if she were reading the most intriguing novel she had ever obtained. She knew about the island of rum with Elizabeth, but she never expected him to stop drinking while in her presence. Jack was talking with Anamaria, and she gave him the bottle of rum and he was drinking and not paying too much attention to, too much else around him. Feeling the need to write, she went back to the Captain's cabin.
After finding her satchel, she fished out her glasses and put them on. Then Catherine sat at a table trying to steady her penmanship to write.
[I]Sitting in this cabin, on another ship quaintly called 'the black pearl', I find myself wondering what Collins is doing at this very moment. Probably fretting about trying to find me.
I have found my freedom, but I'm not accustomed to using it. Elizabeth has somehow been able to find exactly what she wants and she's happy. I'm happy for her. She is my cousin and what Jack had said to me, "lucky for you, you are nothing alike", we're not alike, but I'm not lucky because of that. Elizabeth has so much going for her and I don't think that she knows of it really. Her marriage to Will will make to classes merge as one. Something Mother has been trying to do all her life, until she died. I don't know if luck has anything to do with me really. I've been living my life day to day waiting on something to happen, when nothing ever did. Now, I don't know what to do and yet there are no rules to follow. Funny how life changes and you're left without a map.[/I]
SKIP IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ A RANT LOL!
Author's Note: Yes yet another one. I'm sorry for no longer accepting anon reviews. After the most recent review I've recieved, the whole story was misjudged and well quite frankly it pissed me off. So that's why there is a "prologue" of sorts to the story. You all may thank the WONDERFUL anon reviewer by the name of Bored for the refusal of anon reviews. If you want to review and or just comment email me at chazybby@hotmail.com.
To my new friend "bored": Cat may very well be your typical Mary Sue character, but she's FICTION. What's this site called? FANFICTION. Oh my what a damn concept there. I don't know what made you click on my unoriginal story, but I didn't make you. As for my unoriginalness, I would like to point out your mistakes. Cat doesn't go around pointing out everyone's English mistakes. That's how I wrote it. Don't like it, don't read it. Better yet, don't comment. Another thing I never stated that looking like Keira Knightley (however you spell her name) is a bad thing. I tried to make Jack use some sarcasim, but I think you didn't get it. Just to make a point or to be pointless, I think Keira is actually pretty, maybe a bit too skinny, but pretty all the same. And I'll just state it now...Cat and Jack, aren't an item, but then again I could be totally unoriginal and make them get married and sail the open seas. I never had glamour in this thing. As for Anne Bonny and Mary Read, I have read about them...interesting read actually. And since I'm feeling rather catty, I will quote you on something.
"As gorgeous as Depp is being the wife of a pirate in the early 18 century just wasn't what the movies cracks it up to be, after all...you do realize your husband will sooner or latter meet his death, hm? A pirates carreer lasted an average of about four years...someone go read up on Anne Bonny and Mary Read. No glammour, no huge skirts. Lots of drinking and shagging going on."
Thanks for pointing that out. I for one never said anything about Cat being a wife. Yes I do realize that "my husband" *rolls eyes* will sooner or later meet his death, but would you like to tell that to the writers of the second Pirates of the Caribbean movie, I'm sure it would enlighten them as well as telling them that a pirates career lasts only an average of four years. Oh yeah and in keeping with the "Disney" image, I won't write a sex scene to please your "Piracy knowledge". So go find another story to bash. ~Fandonia
Collins awoke to the sounds of frightened voices. He quickly got up, dressed and went to the room where the voices were emerging. When he entered the room, Ellen, Catherine's personal servant, suddenly came up to him clutching a letter addressed to him.
"Sir, I don't know where she is. She's gone sir. I found this in her room this morning, with some of her belongings missing and the window open sir." Ellen handed him the letter, her hand shaking from nerves.
Collins took the letter, opened it and read it. A look of concern ran across his features.
"Have you seen her with anyone Ellen?" Collins asked.
"No sir, I have not. She spent most of her time with Elizabeth and Will sir."
"Retreat back to the Swann home. I shall be along soon to speak to Governor Edward about this." Collins said retreating back to his quarters.
"Oh but sir, do you not know? Norrington, made an announcement this morning of Miss Elizabeth, Miss Catherine and Mr. Turner being missing." Ellen stood not knowing what else to say.
Collins looked about him. Norrington indeed wasn't there in the house.
"Ellen do go back to the Swann home, I shall go to Norrington." Collins quickly went out the door to go to Norrington and the Swann's. Ellen meekly left the house and went back in the direction of the Swann home.
~*~
Catherine woke to find Jack sleeping soundly. She noticed that his left sleeve happened to be pushed up giving her a view of the scars on his forearm. She gingerly took her fingers and ran them over the length of the scars. She whispered, "Dear Jack it must have been hard for you, losing your Mother, then your father, and then to be left with a prominent reminder of it all." She gently pulled on the sleeve, making it fall back into place.
Looking around, Catherine stood up and noticed how the sun was shining brightly through the windows of the cabin. She put her overcoat back on and went on deck, leaving Jack to his slumber.
"Cat, how are you feeling?" Elizabeth asked watching her cousin come from a doorway.
"Oh I'm fine, you?" Catherine asked watching Will go about business as if this was where his heart truly belonged.
"I'm well. Where's Jack?" Elizabeth asked walking them over to the boxes that Catherine remembered from last night.
"He's still sleeping. Elizabeth would it be ill of me to admit that I admire him?" Elizabeth just stared.
"You admiring a pirate?" Dumbfounded, Elizabeth continued, "I never thought that you would ever admire anyone except Collins Cat. You know Collins fancies you immensely."
"Yes Elizabeth, I know, thank you for the reassuring measure of guilt." Catherine stated flatly.
"It's not that Cat. I think it's safe to say that Jack is fond of you, but not in the same way that Collins is fond of you. Jack is only out for Jack; you haven't seen that side of him. Collins is a man whom can make you a queen in your own right. Like Will is my king." Elizabeth looked over at Will, watching him sharpening a blade and talking to Gibbs.
"Have you not noticed that I'm not like you Elizabeth? I don't care about classes or society. It means nothing to me except to show our ignorance in standards. Will may be your king, but look at him…look at him good, he's a pirate. You can tell by how quickly he's adapted out here. It's second nature to him. Blacksmith by trade, pirate by nature." Catherine watched Elizabeth's face turn to confusion. Elizabeth turned to her.
"I never told you that Will was a pirate. How did you know that?"
"I have a sense about these things. Something I just picked up along the way." Catherine stated.
"Have you always had an abhorrence for me Cat?" Elizabeth asked genuinely wanting to know.
"No, I've always liked you Elizabeth. I've never hated you for anything. I just don't always approve of what you've done or do. If I thought you to be perfect, our family would think I was odd." Catherine laughed.
"I've always been a bit jealous of the relationship that Uncle Edward has with you. He loves you so. Always being watched after and doted on." Elizabeth looked at Catherine who stood there speechless.
"Father never lets me do anything on my own Elizabeth. At least you've got the freedom to marry for love. Whereas I must fall in love with whom Father chooses. The doting can be annoying, that's why I tell everyone not to worry about me. It's like living in a cage trapped in the worst part of hell at times." Catherine looked out at the ocean. "The only thing that is truly free is the sea. All I want is a freedom Elizabeth, and for the first time I can remember, I have it." Elizabeth hugged Catherine.
"I understand Cat. As for Jack…well he's awake and coming over here." Catherine looked in the direction that Elizabeth was staring; she smiled.
~*~
"Collins! About bloody time you get here. I take it that you've heard the news about Elizabeth, Catherine and William." Norrington stood talking to Collins. Collins noticed that both governors were in the room, both looking ill for the loss of their daughters.
"Yes sir I have been informed of the situation. I am sorry to say that Catherine's letter offers nothing of what has happened or where she has gone." Collins handed the letter over to Edward who took it and just held it close to him. As Norrington, Governor Weatherby, Governor Edward, Collins and a few other Royal Navy officials were talking a young woman came up to them.
"May I help you Miss?" Norrington asked looking at the lady who was dressed in peasant attire.
"No sir, actually I think I can help you." She paused. Norrington asked her to continue. "Last night while I was cleaning the shop I work for, I noticed some people running towards the docks. One was being carried and the others were running as fast as they could. I could have sworn one looked like a pirate. I wasn't too sure though." The young lady stood there meekly.
"What is your name Miss?" Collins asked.
"Sarah Davidson." Sarah stated.
"Sarah, did they get on a ship in our docks?" Norrington asked.
"They did happen to get on a ship sir, but it wasn't in the docks. It was staying off a bit. A rather fancy ship not to be docked here sir." Sarah explained.
"Thank you Sarah, you and your family shall be rewarded kindly for your information." Norrington told Sarah.
"Thanks you sir." Sarah rushed out the door to go back to her business.
"Well what do you think Norrington?" Collins asked him. Norrington's brow furrowed, and he sighed.
"Only one man is capable of this…and that man is Jack Sparrow. Men get the ships ready for sail. We're going after a pirate." Norrington left to oversee the operations, Collins stood there thinking about Catherine being trapped on a pirate's ship, or worse yet, in the arms of a pirate.
~*~
Jack looked around his ship, his beloved Pearl. His crew, busy doing their work, even Will was getting back into the swing of things. 'William Turner's son to a T,' he thought before continuing to walk to the helm of the ship.
Catherine watched this man as if she were reading the most intriguing novel she had ever obtained. She knew about the island of rum with Elizabeth, but she never expected him to stop drinking while in her presence. Jack was talking with Anamaria, and she gave him the bottle of rum and he was drinking and not paying too much attention to, too much else around him. Feeling the need to write, she went back to the Captain's cabin.
After finding her satchel, she fished out her glasses and put them on. Then Catherine sat at a table trying to steady her penmanship to write.
[I]Sitting in this cabin, on another ship quaintly called 'the black pearl', I find myself wondering what Collins is doing at this very moment. Probably fretting about trying to find me.
I have found my freedom, but I'm not accustomed to using it. Elizabeth has somehow been able to find exactly what she wants and she's happy. I'm happy for her. She is my cousin and what Jack had said to me, "lucky for you, you are nothing alike", we're not alike, but I'm not lucky because of that. Elizabeth has so much going for her and I don't think that she knows of it really. Her marriage to Will will make to classes merge as one. Something Mother has been trying to do all her life, until she died. I don't know if luck has anything to do with me really. I've been living my life day to day waiting on something to happen, when nothing ever did. Now, I don't know what to do and yet there are no rules to follow. Funny how life changes and you're left without a map.[/I]
SKIP IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ A RANT LOL!
Author's Note: Yes yet another one. I'm sorry for no longer accepting anon reviews. After the most recent review I've recieved, the whole story was misjudged and well quite frankly it pissed me off. So that's why there is a "prologue" of sorts to the story. You all may thank the WONDERFUL anon reviewer by the name of Bored for the refusal of anon reviews. If you want to review and or just comment email me at chazybby@hotmail.com.
To my new friend "bored": Cat may very well be your typical Mary Sue character, but she's FICTION. What's this site called? FANFICTION. Oh my what a damn concept there. I don't know what made you click on my unoriginal story, but I didn't make you. As for my unoriginalness, I would like to point out your mistakes. Cat doesn't go around pointing out everyone's English mistakes. That's how I wrote it. Don't like it, don't read it. Better yet, don't comment. Another thing I never stated that looking like Keira Knightley (however you spell her name) is a bad thing. I tried to make Jack use some sarcasim, but I think you didn't get it. Just to make a point or to be pointless, I think Keira is actually pretty, maybe a bit too skinny, but pretty all the same. And I'll just state it now...Cat and Jack, aren't an item, but then again I could be totally unoriginal and make them get married and sail the open seas. I never had glamour in this thing. As for Anne Bonny and Mary Read, I have read about them...interesting read actually. And since I'm feeling rather catty, I will quote you on something.
"As gorgeous as Depp is being the wife of a pirate in the early 18 century just wasn't what the movies cracks it up to be, after all...you do realize your husband will sooner or latter meet his death, hm? A pirates carreer lasted an average of about four years...someone go read up on Anne Bonny and Mary Read. No glammour, no huge skirts. Lots of drinking and shagging going on."
Thanks for pointing that out. I for one never said anything about Cat being a wife. Yes I do realize that "my husband" *rolls eyes* will sooner or later meet his death, but would you like to tell that to the writers of the second Pirates of the Caribbean movie, I'm sure it would enlighten them as well as telling them that a pirates career lasts only an average of four years. Oh yeah and in keeping with the "Disney" image, I won't write a sex scene to please your "Piracy knowledge". So go find another story to bash. ~Fandonia
