Chapter Thirteen
Jack took a deep breath, unable to wipe the smirk from his face as he
stepped out of the Port Royal jail house and into the sunshine. His smirk
changed into a full blown smile when he saw the Commodore walking towards
him, his eyes bulging with anger.
"Well HELLO Mr. Commodore sir," he curtseyed sarcastically, so happy he
was practically crying.
"Sparrow! What are you doing out of your cell?!" Norrington barked, veins
popping out all over his neck and forehead.
"Oh, I'm sorry, this must be KILLIN' ye, mate," Jack crossed his arms,
swaying back and forth on his tippy-toes. "You might want to watch that,
chap," he poked a vein in Norrington's neck, only to have his hand
swatted away. "Only looking out for your well being."
Norrington glared and pulled a pair of cuffs from off the prison wall,
ready to put them on Jack's hands. "I wouldn't be doin' that, mate.
Wouldn't want to upset my new friend the governor, now would we?"
"I beg your pardon," Norrington spat.
"By the way, he's been wantin' a word with you," Jack smacked him on the
back and walked away, watching Norrington as he watched him waltz off.
"My prediction is you will not be a happy chappie when he gets through
with you," he said under his breath.
His grin only grew bigger when he saw the Pearl floating in the waters of
the harbor. "I knew it," he said to himself. "I knew it!!" he threw his
hands up and practically waltzed towards the docs, feeling as though he
was floating on air. He stopped at the edge of the doc, his eyes
squinting in the sunshine.
"Ye know........." he spun around when he heard Annamaria's voice. "That bloody
code is gonna put the nail in your coffin someday, Jack Sparrow." He was
about to correct her when she put her hand up. "CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow."
She smiled at him and moved forward, wrapping him in a hug. "Why did ye
come back?" Jack asked.
"Don't look at me, it was Cotton's idea!" she said, her hand flying up.
Jack wrinkled his nose, wondering if they were thinking about the same
Cotton—the man with no tongue, but decided not to argue. "We decided that
there was still a high chance we could save ye. But ye seem to have
yerself covered."
"Don't ask," he shook his head. "We have to get back to Tortuga."
"I know, we're going there to get ye yer little girl," she slapped his
back and pointed out to the rowboat with one of the crew members rowing
towards them.
--- --- --- ---
"Elizabeth?" Elizabeth looked over her shoulder from her bed as she heard
her father outside her door. Will sat on the window seat, looking at
Elizabeth from across the room.
"Go away!" Elizabeth called back. "I don't want to talk to you!" Will
sighed and rolled his eyes, then looked away out the window. The first
thing that caught his eye was the tattered black sails of the Pearl,
slowly turning its direction and even more slowly starting to leave the
harbor.
"Elizabeth," Elizabeth drearily looked up. "Look," she rose off the bed
and stared out the window beside Will. Her jaw dropped and she
practically ran to the door, flinging it open.
"Jack?" she asked, looking at her father.
"Clemency," he simply replied. She grinned and threw her arms around his
neck, giggling excitedly. "And I thought you'd like to know that Mr.
Norrington is no longer in power. It's Commodore Gillette now."
"Really??" Will asked, suddenly taking an interest. "Well, that's a long
awaited change."
--- --- --- ---
Norrington stood just outside the Governor's mansion, anger seething
through his veins.
The Governor had told him that he no longer trusted his judgment, but he
didn't really know what he had done in particular that made his judgment
seem untrustworthy. He also told him that he didn't see why Sparrow
couldn't be pardoned—after all, he did save his daughter's life.
He also learned from the Governor that Sparrow had a daughter and a wife.
And all Norrington could think was: WHO WOULD MARRY SUCH A PATHETIC WASTE
OF SPACE???
The breeze pushed the palm tree fawns out of the way and he caught
glimpse of the Black Pearl turning just out of the harbor; just out of
sight. He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, wanting nothing more
than to just shoot the man square in the chest; or maybe in the head.
Anything that would get the job done.
Sparrow had cost him a lot. First, his arrival in town gave him the short
lived dignity of capturing him—only to make him look like a fool when he
escaped shortly thereafter.
Then, after a lovely little gallivant after Sparrow and a crew of pirates
halfway across the ocean, his dignity was restored at capturing Sparrow
AGAIN. Only for him to escape AGAIN—but this time, the stupid blacksmith
stood in the way, helped Sparrow escape and Elizabeth took their side.
And now, after losing the girl and whatever dignity he had left, Sparrow
cost him to lose his job. Now he would have no respect in Port Royal
amongst the citizens and would probably end up with a mediocre job in one
of the town shops or restaurants. Heaven forbid, if push came to shove,
he might end up having to move to a dirty, low-down place like Tortuga to
be able to afford......... living.
His life was falling apart because of Jack Sparrow.
And he would pay him back.
Jack took a deep breath, unable to wipe the smirk from his face as he
stepped out of the Port Royal jail house and into the sunshine. His smirk
changed into a full blown smile when he saw the Commodore walking towards
him, his eyes bulging with anger.
"Well HELLO Mr. Commodore sir," he curtseyed sarcastically, so happy he
was practically crying.
"Sparrow! What are you doing out of your cell?!" Norrington barked, veins
popping out all over his neck and forehead.
"Oh, I'm sorry, this must be KILLIN' ye, mate," Jack crossed his arms,
swaying back and forth on his tippy-toes. "You might want to watch that,
chap," he poked a vein in Norrington's neck, only to have his hand
swatted away. "Only looking out for your well being."
Norrington glared and pulled a pair of cuffs from off the prison wall,
ready to put them on Jack's hands. "I wouldn't be doin' that, mate.
Wouldn't want to upset my new friend the governor, now would we?"
"I beg your pardon," Norrington spat.
"By the way, he's been wantin' a word with you," Jack smacked him on the
back and walked away, watching Norrington as he watched him waltz off.
"My prediction is you will not be a happy chappie when he gets through
with you," he said under his breath.
His grin only grew bigger when he saw the Pearl floating in the waters of
the harbor. "I knew it," he said to himself. "I knew it!!" he threw his
hands up and practically waltzed towards the docs, feeling as though he
was floating on air. He stopped at the edge of the doc, his eyes
squinting in the sunshine.
"Ye know........." he spun around when he heard Annamaria's voice. "That bloody
code is gonna put the nail in your coffin someday, Jack Sparrow." He was
about to correct her when she put her hand up. "CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow."
She smiled at him and moved forward, wrapping him in a hug. "Why did ye
come back?" Jack asked.
"Don't look at me, it was Cotton's idea!" she said, her hand flying up.
Jack wrinkled his nose, wondering if they were thinking about the same
Cotton—the man with no tongue, but decided not to argue. "We decided that
there was still a high chance we could save ye. But ye seem to have
yerself covered."
"Don't ask," he shook his head. "We have to get back to Tortuga."
"I know, we're going there to get ye yer little girl," she slapped his
back and pointed out to the rowboat with one of the crew members rowing
towards them.
--- --- --- ---
"Elizabeth?" Elizabeth looked over her shoulder from her bed as she heard
her father outside her door. Will sat on the window seat, looking at
Elizabeth from across the room.
"Go away!" Elizabeth called back. "I don't want to talk to you!" Will
sighed and rolled his eyes, then looked away out the window. The first
thing that caught his eye was the tattered black sails of the Pearl,
slowly turning its direction and even more slowly starting to leave the
harbor.
"Elizabeth," Elizabeth drearily looked up. "Look," she rose off the bed
and stared out the window beside Will. Her jaw dropped and she
practically ran to the door, flinging it open.
"Jack?" she asked, looking at her father.
"Clemency," he simply replied. She grinned and threw her arms around his
neck, giggling excitedly. "And I thought you'd like to know that Mr.
Norrington is no longer in power. It's Commodore Gillette now."
"Really??" Will asked, suddenly taking an interest. "Well, that's a long
awaited change."
--- --- --- ---
Norrington stood just outside the Governor's mansion, anger seething
through his veins.
The Governor had told him that he no longer trusted his judgment, but he
didn't really know what he had done in particular that made his judgment
seem untrustworthy. He also told him that he didn't see why Sparrow
couldn't be pardoned—after all, he did save his daughter's life.
He also learned from the Governor that Sparrow had a daughter and a wife.
And all Norrington could think was: WHO WOULD MARRY SUCH A PATHETIC WASTE
OF SPACE???
The breeze pushed the palm tree fawns out of the way and he caught
glimpse of the Black Pearl turning just out of the harbor; just out of
sight. He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, wanting nothing more
than to just shoot the man square in the chest; or maybe in the head.
Anything that would get the job done.
Sparrow had cost him a lot. First, his arrival in town gave him the short
lived dignity of capturing him—only to make him look like a fool when he
escaped shortly thereafter.
Then, after a lovely little gallivant after Sparrow and a crew of pirates
halfway across the ocean, his dignity was restored at capturing Sparrow
AGAIN. Only for him to escape AGAIN—but this time, the stupid blacksmith
stood in the way, helped Sparrow escape and Elizabeth took their side.
And now, after losing the girl and whatever dignity he had left, Sparrow
cost him to lose his job. Now he would have no respect in Port Royal
amongst the citizens and would probably end up with a mediocre job in one
of the town shops or restaurants. Heaven forbid, if push came to shove,
he might end up having to move to a dirty, low-down place like Tortuga to
be able to afford......... living.
His life was falling apart because of Jack Sparrow.
And he would pay him back.