Chapter Twenty-One
"Alright, men, move out," after about twenty minutes of tears and further
confusion, Gillette instructed his men out of the house. Fred and Bea
stood by the fireplace, his hands on her shoulders. He was a tall, skinny
man with a balding head and she was a shorter, plumper woman with more
thick curls than anyone knew what to do with.
"We'll find them, ma'am," Gillette said gently before leaving the house.
Will stood at the base of the stairs, leaning against the banister. He
nodded to the Commodore in appreciation, already confident that he was a
better decision than Norrington. Katie and Jack sat on the couch, Jack
rocking her back and forth as she sobbed into his shoulder.
Katie pulled back and wiped her eyes, leaning back on the couch.
"I never imagine Norrington as being the kind of man who could sneak in
and out of a house undetected," Will spoke up, breaking the silence. "He
always struck me as sort of a, a—"
"Doof?" Jack suggested.
"Yes!"
"He may be a doof," Bea said, sniffling back a tear. "But he's a smart
doof."
"Not to mention a psychotic and homicidal doof," Fred added. Katie rose
from the couch and stared out the window. The house was pointed towards
the cliff's at an old, abandoned and rickety windmill.
"Right then." Jack cracked his knuckles and stood up. "If I was a doofy,
psychotic homicidal ex-commodore with a silly toupee and a kid that's not
mine, where would I go?"
"The mill," Katie rose her head slowly. "Jack, the mill! It makes sense,
doesn't it? It's one of the only places on the island that's completely
abandoned and the only place where no one is likely to look for him! I
mean, if I were him, that's where I'd go!"
"Element of surprise," Will nodded his head in agreement.
"Let's go," Jack said, starting towards the door.
"Aunt Bea, Uncle Fred—"
"I know, dearie, we'll stay hear in case anything else should happen,"
Fred said, pecking her cheek before she ran off after Jack and Will.
Once out on the street, they ran into Gibbs, Annamaria, and to Katie's
surprise, Mary and Sarah. But questions weren't asked as Jack quickly
explained what was going on, for they knew they didn't have more time.
Jack sent the others to go get Gillette while he, Katie and Will
continued up the hill towards the Old Mill.
--- --- --- ---
"You wait 'till my daddy gets through with you!" Annie spat bitterly as
Norrington persisted to tie her arms and feet to a chair.
"Your daddy is not coming for you anytime soon," Norrington growled.
"I think you're crazy, mister," Annie said. After all, her mother had
always taught her to be honest.
"I think you're a spoiled brat who needs to be taught a lesson,"
Norrington growled. He slowly rose onto his feet and pulled his hand
back, ready to slap the little brat across the face. Annie squeezed her
eyes shut and pulled her head back, expecting the worst when out of no
where, a hand clamped down on Norrington's wrist.
"Not nice, mate," Annie gasped and burst into a grin to see the man she
only knew as Will, a friend of her father's, standing behind him.
"Will!" she chimed. Will flashed her a grin before turning back to
Norrington.
"Now, you know WHY you got fired right? I mean, I'm really thinking this
is a problem here, James," Will told him.
"How did you—never mind!" Norrington barked, hauling back and punching
Will in the jaw. Will went flying to the ground into the shadows, out of
Annie's sight.
"You're not a nice man!" Annie shouted at Norrington, who just cackled at
her.
"I agree," the moonlight outside illuminated Katie's figure leaning in
the doorway. "First you my husband away from me and his daughter, then
you try to get away with kidnapping me and then Annie? A sweet innocent
little girl? I would say that doesn't qualify you for the Person of the
Year award."
"Shut up!" Norrington roared. He'd obviously gone off the deep end. There
was a loud boom as thunder rolled ominously through the clouds, and
suddenly the skies opened up, lightning and rain making the night even
more perfect.
A flash of lightning illuminated the small, round bottom section of the
mill. Katie's eyes shot upwards at Jack, who was balancing himself on a
beam above Norrington's head, unbeknownst to Norrington. Katie stepped to
the side so Jack could have clearance, and without further adieu, he came
swinging down, his feet colliding into Norrington's back and sending him
straight through the doorway and onto the grass outside.
Jack landed on the ground. "Get her untied," he simply instructed before
starting to go outside after Norrington, who was trying to get onto his
own feet again. He threw himself into Norrington's side, sending him onto
the ground again. Jack rolled over so he was on top and began punching
him as hard as he could in the face. But Norrington was equally strong
and more than ready for him. He growled angrily and kicked Jack off with
such force, Jack lay on the ground in pain, clutching his stomach.
"You disgust me," Norrington grumbled as he pulled his gun off his belt,
aiming it at Jack. He rose the gun up and Jack's eyes widened, knowing he
couldn't get up because of the pain.
Katie went as fast as she could, getting one hand untied and then going
for the next. She looked up just in time to see Norrington's silhouette
aim his gun at Jack's body on the ground. "No......... JACK!" it was too late,
Norrington fired sending the loud sound of a shot through the air.
--- --- --- ---
Will's eyes shot open as the piercing sound of a gunshot and Katie's
scream rang out in the air. "Jack........." he rubbed his head and slowly sat
up.
Jack's eye slowly popped open. The bullet didn't hit him. The bullet
didn't hit him??? He propped himself up on his shoulders and looked at
the compass on his belt, a smoldering and smoking bullet imbedded in it.
He stared at Norrington, a look that said YOU'RE AN IDIOT oh his face.
"That's it??" Jack asked him. "Yer aim is bloody horrible, mate, I should
teach ye a thing or to about gunmanship."
"UHG!" Norrington breathed out helplessly, fumbling for another bullet
for his gun.
"YOU!" both men looked up to see Katie walking towards them, fists
clenched. Annie stood in the doorway of the mill, Will standing beside
her, a look of dizzy pain on his face. The rain continued to beat down,
soaking her like Jack and Norrington. She walked right up to Norrington,
her eyes narrowed into tiny slits. "You sir......... ARE AN ASS!"
With that, she rose her knee up in one quick motion and thrust it into
Norrington's groin. He moaned and made a girly whimper before falling to
the ground in unbelievable pain. The pain took him over and he passed
out. Jack winced and looked away.
"Don't know why I didn't do that sooner," she said, brushing her hands
together as if dusting them off. She turned around as she felt Jack's
hand on her shoulder. He still clutched his ribs in pain and Katie
wondered if he had broken one.
"I don't care how much ye hate a man, luv, that's not right," he wrinkled
his nose. Katie grinned and threw her arms around him. "Ouch............luv, my
side............"
"Ooh! Jack, I'm sorry!" she softly kissed his lips, her hand delicately
on the back of his neck. "Is that better?"
"Oh yes," he split into a grin. "Much better."
"Alright, men, move out," after about twenty minutes of tears and further
confusion, Gillette instructed his men out of the house. Fred and Bea
stood by the fireplace, his hands on her shoulders. He was a tall, skinny
man with a balding head and she was a shorter, plumper woman with more
thick curls than anyone knew what to do with.
"We'll find them, ma'am," Gillette said gently before leaving the house.
Will stood at the base of the stairs, leaning against the banister. He
nodded to the Commodore in appreciation, already confident that he was a
better decision than Norrington. Katie and Jack sat on the couch, Jack
rocking her back and forth as she sobbed into his shoulder.
Katie pulled back and wiped her eyes, leaning back on the couch.
"I never imagine Norrington as being the kind of man who could sneak in
and out of a house undetected," Will spoke up, breaking the silence. "He
always struck me as sort of a, a—"
"Doof?" Jack suggested.
"Yes!"
"He may be a doof," Bea said, sniffling back a tear. "But he's a smart
doof."
"Not to mention a psychotic and homicidal doof," Fred added. Katie rose
from the couch and stared out the window. The house was pointed towards
the cliff's at an old, abandoned and rickety windmill.
"Right then." Jack cracked his knuckles and stood up. "If I was a doofy,
psychotic homicidal ex-commodore with a silly toupee and a kid that's not
mine, where would I go?"
"The mill," Katie rose her head slowly. "Jack, the mill! It makes sense,
doesn't it? It's one of the only places on the island that's completely
abandoned and the only place where no one is likely to look for him! I
mean, if I were him, that's where I'd go!"
"Element of surprise," Will nodded his head in agreement.
"Let's go," Jack said, starting towards the door.
"Aunt Bea, Uncle Fred—"
"I know, dearie, we'll stay hear in case anything else should happen,"
Fred said, pecking her cheek before she ran off after Jack and Will.
Once out on the street, they ran into Gibbs, Annamaria, and to Katie's
surprise, Mary and Sarah. But questions weren't asked as Jack quickly
explained what was going on, for they knew they didn't have more time.
Jack sent the others to go get Gillette while he, Katie and Will
continued up the hill towards the Old Mill.
--- --- --- ---
"You wait 'till my daddy gets through with you!" Annie spat bitterly as
Norrington persisted to tie her arms and feet to a chair.
"Your daddy is not coming for you anytime soon," Norrington growled.
"I think you're crazy, mister," Annie said. After all, her mother had
always taught her to be honest.
"I think you're a spoiled brat who needs to be taught a lesson,"
Norrington growled. He slowly rose onto his feet and pulled his hand
back, ready to slap the little brat across the face. Annie squeezed her
eyes shut and pulled her head back, expecting the worst when out of no
where, a hand clamped down on Norrington's wrist.
"Not nice, mate," Annie gasped and burst into a grin to see the man she
only knew as Will, a friend of her father's, standing behind him.
"Will!" she chimed. Will flashed her a grin before turning back to
Norrington.
"Now, you know WHY you got fired right? I mean, I'm really thinking this
is a problem here, James," Will told him.
"How did you—never mind!" Norrington barked, hauling back and punching
Will in the jaw. Will went flying to the ground into the shadows, out of
Annie's sight.
"You're not a nice man!" Annie shouted at Norrington, who just cackled at
her.
"I agree," the moonlight outside illuminated Katie's figure leaning in
the doorway. "First you my husband away from me and his daughter, then
you try to get away with kidnapping me and then Annie? A sweet innocent
little girl? I would say that doesn't qualify you for the Person of the
Year award."
"Shut up!" Norrington roared. He'd obviously gone off the deep end. There
was a loud boom as thunder rolled ominously through the clouds, and
suddenly the skies opened up, lightning and rain making the night even
more perfect.
A flash of lightning illuminated the small, round bottom section of the
mill. Katie's eyes shot upwards at Jack, who was balancing himself on a
beam above Norrington's head, unbeknownst to Norrington. Katie stepped to
the side so Jack could have clearance, and without further adieu, he came
swinging down, his feet colliding into Norrington's back and sending him
straight through the doorway and onto the grass outside.
Jack landed on the ground. "Get her untied," he simply instructed before
starting to go outside after Norrington, who was trying to get onto his
own feet again. He threw himself into Norrington's side, sending him onto
the ground again. Jack rolled over so he was on top and began punching
him as hard as he could in the face. But Norrington was equally strong
and more than ready for him. He growled angrily and kicked Jack off with
such force, Jack lay on the ground in pain, clutching his stomach.
"You disgust me," Norrington grumbled as he pulled his gun off his belt,
aiming it at Jack. He rose the gun up and Jack's eyes widened, knowing he
couldn't get up because of the pain.
Katie went as fast as she could, getting one hand untied and then going
for the next. She looked up just in time to see Norrington's silhouette
aim his gun at Jack's body on the ground. "No......... JACK!" it was too late,
Norrington fired sending the loud sound of a shot through the air.
--- --- --- ---
Will's eyes shot open as the piercing sound of a gunshot and Katie's
scream rang out in the air. "Jack........." he rubbed his head and slowly sat
up.
Jack's eye slowly popped open. The bullet didn't hit him. The bullet
didn't hit him??? He propped himself up on his shoulders and looked at
the compass on his belt, a smoldering and smoking bullet imbedded in it.
He stared at Norrington, a look that said YOU'RE AN IDIOT oh his face.
"That's it??" Jack asked him. "Yer aim is bloody horrible, mate, I should
teach ye a thing or to about gunmanship."
"UHG!" Norrington breathed out helplessly, fumbling for another bullet
for his gun.
"YOU!" both men looked up to see Katie walking towards them, fists
clenched. Annie stood in the doorway of the mill, Will standing beside
her, a look of dizzy pain on his face. The rain continued to beat down,
soaking her like Jack and Norrington. She walked right up to Norrington,
her eyes narrowed into tiny slits. "You sir......... ARE AN ASS!"
With that, she rose her knee up in one quick motion and thrust it into
Norrington's groin. He moaned and made a girly whimper before falling to
the ground in unbelievable pain. The pain took him over and he passed
out. Jack winced and looked away.
"Don't know why I didn't do that sooner," she said, brushing her hands
together as if dusting them off. She turned around as she felt Jack's
hand on her shoulder. He still clutched his ribs in pain and Katie
wondered if he had broken one.
"I don't care how much ye hate a man, luv, that's not right," he wrinkled
his nose. Katie grinned and threw her arms around him. "Ouch............luv, my
side............"
"Ooh! Jack, I'm sorry!" she softly kissed his lips, her hand delicately
on the back of his neck. "Is that better?"
"Oh yes," he split into a grin. "Much better."