Chapter 2 Captain Evelyn
Jack headed for the dock at dawn as he had arranged with the woman who had shown up at his room the previous night. As he approached the dock he could see someone waiting for someone, but that person looked nothing like the woman he was meeting.
But if that was a man it had to be the most petite man he had ever seen. He saw the person from behind, but he could see that "he" was dressed in maroon trousers and matching coat, long boots. The outfit was topped by a wide brimmed maroon with a tremendous black ostrich feather.
Just the thing his former first mate, Barbossa, would have worn... something his daughter might have worn. He remembered little of that one's appearance, but the colour black popped up in his memory.
Better act like nothing he thought as he approached the dock and who ever was standing there.
"You are late" said a female voice as he passed the maroon one.
He stopped dead in his tracks and spun around.
She slowly lifted her head and he could see those emerald green eyes. "We must be careful..." she said and nodded in the direction of a couple of soldiers passing a bit further up the street. "Something you weren't last night" she added as she passed him.
"Wait a bit" he said and followed after her. "Where is this ship of yours?"
She pointed at a sorry rig in the harbour and Jack stopped dead in his tracks.
"That thing? That is the Bonaventure, she is legendary... for causing her captains troubles. That ship is a magnet when it comes to misfortune. That and the fact that she is a wreck."
"Aye" said the woman calmly. "That is why no one will blink or lift their fingers to stop us from taking her."
"You are in other words saying that you don't really have a ship?"
She stopped dead in her tracks and he nearly knocked into her. "The Bonaventure has been in my family for as long as I can remember and there will be no problem if we are to get caught, it is a ship I am familiar with and it is here, what more could you desire?"
"Something that floats" muttered Jack.
She gave him a short smile, something that by the looks of it she hadn't done in several years. "The Bonaventure will suffice. She is perhaps not that much to look at anymore, but she is a well known ghost ship that no one dares to get anywhere near."
He understood where she was getting at so he kept his mouth shut and followed her aboard the Bonaventure without another word.
They had just managed to hoist the sails when suddenly a sound made Jack curse and run for cover.
The woman looked after him when she heard it too and turned around.
"What are you doing, Evelyn?"
"Captain Gillette, what can I do for you?"
"Let's go back to shore now."
"Why? I want to take her out. It is after all my ship now that my father is dead. He has been dead for several years and the least you could do is to let me take her out to honour his memory." Did that sound as lame as she had thought?
"This ship is a wreck!"
"It is such a beautiful boat... ship. I just want to take her out. You could make an exception in my case, couldn't you... captain?" she added as she ran a finger over the front of his uniform jacket with her eyes locked to his.
He swallowed hard. "Miss Evelyn, if you desire a boat trip I can always arrange for you to be brought aboard one of the navy's vessels."
"But you know that is not what I want."
He cleared his throat and straightened up. "Miss Evelyn, a dangerous fugitive escaped from prison last night and we have reason to believe that he is attempting to leave Port Royal and so by boat."
"Really? Who is this dangerous fugitive?"
"The pirate Jack Sparrow."
"Really? If I see him I'll be sure to notify you."
"No, you are to stay clear of his path. You have fraternised enough with that lot. Of course against your will" he added tactfully.
"Of course" she added in a voice barely more than a whisper.
"I need to search your ship."
"Of course" she said and Jack felt his heart catch in his throat.
But Gillette had barely turned away when she took out her gun and hit him in the neck with it, making him fall unconscious to the deck.
"Jack" she said in a unaffected voice. "We are leaving, please escort Mr. Gillette to the brig."
"They rarely come alone" he said matter-of-factly.
"They do when women are involved. It has to do with tact. Now, throw him in the brig. We'll dispose of him later."
What a woman he thought as he dragged the unconscious form with him below deck, by the feet, not caring if Gillette hit his head against every step on the way down. He didn't want to be her enemy.
When he got back on deck he just stared at her.
"May I help you with something, Captain Sparrow?"
"Aye, that you can." He stepped up to her. "You can start by explaining. Evelyn, was it? Does Evelyn have a last name?"
"Not one that you need to know of."
He tapped his index finger against his chin. "You are being awfully hostile. If we are to trust each other you will have to level with me."
He face turned sad and pained for a split second before she sighed. "A long time has passed since I could trust a person. Forgive me, I didn't mean to seem hostile." She looked directly at him as she continued. "I will admit that I wasn't entirely sincere when I sought you out yesterday. Allow me to explain" she hastily added when he opened his mouth to say something. "I intend to help you get you beautiful ship back. In return I ask of you to put an stopper to Barbossa's evil plans."
"Barbossa's evil plans?"
"His daughter is in leach with the man who stole your ship. In fact she is the one who is behind it all."
"And what plans might that be?" he snapped. He didn't like to be played for a fool.
"She is planning on bringing her father back to life and I think that I need not give you the reason. That is why she allowed you to live, it wasn't her place to seek revenge upon you. Besides, you were bait."
"Bait?"
"She was sure that if she let you go you would lead her to me."
He frowned.
"Words travel fast, you of all should know that. If it came to my ear that you were in trouble I would come to your rescue."
He didn't look the least more enlighted.
She sighed before she returned her attention to what she was doing. She hadn't navigated all too many ships in her life and wasn't about to loose the Bonaventure to underwater cliffs or anything else in that nature. "To fully understand I feel that I need to tell you my story. Most of it is relevant. About twelve years ago my parents crossed the ocean to get to the Caribbean, the ship, Duchess was lost in a storm and I was just about the only one who survived. I was washed ashore on a deserted island where I was picked up by captain Fraser and his crew."
"Fraser... The Hawk?"
"One and the same. I stayed aboard the Sea Devil for the eight following years. During those years I learned a lot about him, including you saving his hide from the gallows."
Jack smiled as he thought back on that incident.
"Now, one night the Sea Devil was attacked by the Black Pearl. We were outnumbered and outgunned so Fraser struck a bargain with Barbossa and saved the rest of the crew from being slaughtered by offering him a piece of a priceless gold medallion, a medallion with extraordinary powers. He told Barbossa that the piece he gave him was the only piece he had, but I..." She grabbed the chain she wore around her neck and fished out something that looked like a broken piece of a saucer made of gold. The rest had to make up one huge medallion. "I have had this for as long as I can remember. Then, about six months ago I found out that captain Fraser had died and left me not only a huge secret, a map to the location of his plunder and his ship and another piece of the medallion."
"The hawk left you his ship and his plunder, why?"
"Haven't you understood that? How could my mother have gotten hold of that medallion unless..."
"He was your real father" said Jack matter-of-factly.
"Aye, that was the secret he had left me. He also stated in his last will and testament..." She barked a short laugh. "I never knew pirate wrote their wills... that if you were still alive I would give you a fair amount of that treasure."
"So, miss Barbossa somehow knew about all this and uses me to get to you because she was sure that you would stay true to your word and help me. I assume that the medallion is the key in this little story, am I correct?"
"It is said to hold great powers, one bringing people back from the dead. I choose to think what I want about that. All in all there were nine pieces that made up the medallion, I have two and Barbossa had one, that makes it six others scattered about all over the Caribbean. Since she now has taken your ship it is safe to assume that she has found the remaining pieces and is now going to put her plan into action."
"One thing I don't understand; you said that your father owned this ship... How... I..."
"I never said it would be easy, I don't know all the facts either. "However, my personal life does not concern you so all enquiries and thoughts you have regarding my past and my personal life I strongly suggest you keep them to yourself. It is a rather delicate subject I wish not get further into with you."
"I have one question regarding the Barbossa family."
"Go ahead."
"Why are you the one who is setting out to stop her from trying to wake her father from the dead? Perhaps you want to get your hands on the medallion yourself?"
"The medallion is the key to get the treasure. Besides, if the medallion is used for the purpose of bringing people back from the dead... let's say that what comes back can not be described as human in all the senses of the word."
"So you are to play a good Samaritan?"
"I understand that you don't trust and I can not say that I blame you, but no one else can or will stop them so I feel obliged to do so. Besides, I have some score to settle with the captain aboard the Sea Devil, Barbossa's accomplice. I hope that you can show at least some patience because answers will come sooner than you know."
"You don't want to share the treasure, do you?"
She locked eyes with him. "Gold is the last thing that drives me."
He nodded, not quite believing her. then he turned his back on her and left the helm.
"My full name is Evelyn Wolff, I am supposedly the daughter of Stephen Wolff and lady Helena Deveroux when I in fact is the bastard child of mentioned lady and the pirate captain Fraser. I was rescued and brought up by pirates from the age of ten till nineteen. I was then left in Port Royal to live with an aunt. I staged my own death about a year and a half ago to be free to do what I wanted and right now that is to help you get your ship back, to avenge my father and to stop Barbossa from doing a heinous crime. The treasure is at the bottom of the list. I also would like to get my ship back if that is not too much to ask.
Jack had stopped dead in his tracks and was now smiling broadly. Perhaps they could be friends anyway.
[I know that Evelyn's story is more than kind of "messy", but honestly... try to tell her story without using too many words and not making it boring and far more complicated than it already is. I beg for that those who read this story can forgive my poor explanation/story. The pieces of the puzzle will fall perfectly into place as the story rolls on.]
Jack headed for the dock at dawn as he had arranged with the woman who had shown up at his room the previous night. As he approached the dock he could see someone waiting for someone, but that person looked nothing like the woman he was meeting.
But if that was a man it had to be the most petite man he had ever seen. He saw the person from behind, but he could see that "he" was dressed in maroon trousers and matching coat, long boots. The outfit was topped by a wide brimmed maroon with a tremendous black ostrich feather.
Just the thing his former first mate, Barbossa, would have worn... something his daughter might have worn. He remembered little of that one's appearance, but the colour black popped up in his memory.
Better act like nothing he thought as he approached the dock and who ever was standing there.
"You are late" said a female voice as he passed the maroon one.
He stopped dead in his tracks and spun around.
She slowly lifted her head and he could see those emerald green eyes. "We must be careful..." she said and nodded in the direction of a couple of soldiers passing a bit further up the street. "Something you weren't last night" she added as she passed him.
"Wait a bit" he said and followed after her. "Where is this ship of yours?"
She pointed at a sorry rig in the harbour and Jack stopped dead in his tracks.
"That thing? That is the Bonaventure, she is legendary... for causing her captains troubles. That ship is a magnet when it comes to misfortune. That and the fact that she is a wreck."
"Aye" said the woman calmly. "That is why no one will blink or lift their fingers to stop us from taking her."
"You are in other words saying that you don't really have a ship?"
She stopped dead in her tracks and he nearly knocked into her. "The Bonaventure has been in my family for as long as I can remember and there will be no problem if we are to get caught, it is a ship I am familiar with and it is here, what more could you desire?"
"Something that floats" muttered Jack.
She gave him a short smile, something that by the looks of it she hadn't done in several years. "The Bonaventure will suffice. She is perhaps not that much to look at anymore, but she is a well known ghost ship that no one dares to get anywhere near."
He understood where she was getting at so he kept his mouth shut and followed her aboard the Bonaventure without another word.
They had just managed to hoist the sails when suddenly a sound made Jack curse and run for cover.
The woman looked after him when she heard it too and turned around.
"What are you doing, Evelyn?"
"Captain Gillette, what can I do for you?"
"Let's go back to shore now."
"Why? I want to take her out. It is after all my ship now that my father is dead. He has been dead for several years and the least you could do is to let me take her out to honour his memory." Did that sound as lame as she had thought?
"This ship is a wreck!"
"It is such a beautiful boat... ship. I just want to take her out. You could make an exception in my case, couldn't you... captain?" she added as she ran a finger over the front of his uniform jacket with her eyes locked to his.
He swallowed hard. "Miss Evelyn, if you desire a boat trip I can always arrange for you to be brought aboard one of the navy's vessels."
"But you know that is not what I want."
He cleared his throat and straightened up. "Miss Evelyn, a dangerous fugitive escaped from prison last night and we have reason to believe that he is attempting to leave Port Royal and so by boat."
"Really? Who is this dangerous fugitive?"
"The pirate Jack Sparrow."
"Really? If I see him I'll be sure to notify you."
"No, you are to stay clear of his path. You have fraternised enough with that lot. Of course against your will" he added tactfully.
"Of course" she added in a voice barely more than a whisper.
"I need to search your ship."
"Of course" she said and Jack felt his heart catch in his throat.
But Gillette had barely turned away when she took out her gun and hit him in the neck with it, making him fall unconscious to the deck.
"Jack" she said in a unaffected voice. "We are leaving, please escort Mr. Gillette to the brig."
"They rarely come alone" he said matter-of-factly.
"They do when women are involved. It has to do with tact. Now, throw him in the brig. We'll dispose of him later."
What a woman he thought as he dragged the unconscious form with him below deck, by the feet, not caring if Gillette hit his head against every step on the way down. He didn't want to be her enemy.
When he got back on deck he just stared at her.
"May I help you with something, Captain Sparrow?"
"Aye, that you can." He stepped up to her. "You can start by explaining. Evelyn, was it? Does Evelyn have a last name?"
"Not one that you need to know of."
He tapped his index finger against his chin. "You are being awfully hostile. If we are to trust each other you will have to level with me."
He face turned sad and pained for a split second before she sighed. "A long time has passed since I could trust a person. Forgive me, I didn't mean to seem hostile." She looked directly at him as she continued. "I will admit that I wasn't entirely sincere when I sought you out yesterday. Allow me to explain" she hastily added when he opened his mouth to say something. "I intend to help you get you beautiful ship back. In return I ask of you to put an stopper to Barbossa's evil plans."
"Barbossa's evil plans?"
"His daughter is in leach with the man who stole your ship. In fact she is the one who is behind it all."
"And what plans might that be?" he snapped. He didn't like to be played for a fool.
"She is planning on bringing her father back to life and I think that I need not give you the reason. That is why she allowed you to live, it wasn't her place to seek revenge upon you. Besides, you were bait."
"Bait?"
"She was sure that if she let you go you would lead her to me."
He frowned.
"Words travel fast, you of all should know that. If it came to my ear that you were in trouble I would come to your rescue."
He didn't look the least more enlighted.
She sighed before she returned her attention to what she was doing. She hadn't navigated all too many ships in her life and wasn't about to loose the Bonaventure to underwater cliffs or anything else in that nature. "To fully understand I feel that I need to tell you my story. Most of it is relevant. About twelve years ago my parents crossed the ocean to get to the Caribbean, the ship, Duchess was lost in a storm and I was just about the only one who survived. I was washed ashore on a deserted island where I was picked up by captain Fraser and his crew."
"Fraser... The Hawk?"
"One and the same. I stayed aboard the Sea Devil for the eight following years. During those years I learned a lot about him, including you saving his hide from the gallows."
Jack smiled as he thought back on that incident.
"Now, one night the Sea Devil was attacked by the Black Pearl. We were outnumbered and outgunned so Fraser struck a bargain with Barbossa and saved the rest of the crew from being slaughtered by offering him a piece of a priceless gold medallion, a medallion with extraordinary powers. He told Barbossa that the piece he gave him was the only piece he had, but I..." She grabbed the chain she wore around her neck and fished out something that looked like a broken piece of a saucer made of gold. The rest had to make up one huge medallion. "I have had this for as long as I can remember. Then, about six months ago I found out that captain Fraser had died and left me not only a huge secret, a map to the location of his plunder and his ship and another piece of the medallion."
"The hawk left you his ship and his plunder, why?"
"Haven't you understood that? How could my mother have gotten hold of that medallion unless..."
"He was your real father" said Jack matter-of-factly.
"Aye, that was the secret he had left me. He also stated in his last will and testament..." She barked a short laugh. "I never knew pirate wrote their wills... that if you were still alive I would give you a fair amount of that treasure."
"So, miss Barbossa somehow knew about all this and uses me to get to you because she was sure that you would stay true to your word and help me. I assume that the medallion is the key in this little story, am I correct?"
"It is said to hold great powers, one bringing people back from the dead. I choose to think what I want about that. All in all there were nine pieces that made up the medallion, I have two and Barbossa had one, that makes it six others scattered about all over the Caribbean. Since she now has taken your ship it is safe to assume that she has found the remaining pieces and is now going to put her plan into action."
"One thing I don't understand; you said that your father owned this ship... How... I..."
"I never said it would be easy, I don't know all the facts either. "However, my personal life does not concern you so all enquiries and thoughts you have regarding my past and my personal life I strongly suggest you keep them to yourself. It is a rather delicate subject I wish not get further into with you."
"I have one question regarding the Barbossa family."
"Go ahead."
"Why are you the one who is setting out to stop her from trying to wake her father from the dead? Perhaps you want to get your hands on the medallion yourself?"
"The medallion is the key to get the treasure. Besides, if the medallion is used for the purpose of bringing people back from the dead... let's say that what comes back can not be described as human in all the senses of the word."
"So you are to play a good Samaritan?"
"I understand that you don't trust and I can not say that I blame you, but no one else can or will stop them so I feel obliged to do so. Besides, I have some score to settle with the captain aboard the Sea Devil, Barbossa's accomplice. I hope that you can show at least some patience because answers will come sooner than you know."
"You don't want to share the treasure, do you?"
She locked eyes with him. "Gold is the last thing that drives me."
He nodded, not quite believing her. then he turned his back on her and left the helm.
"My full name is Evelyn Wolff, I am supposedly the daughter of Stephen Wolff and lady Helena Deveroux when I in fact is the bastard child of mentioned lady and the pirate captain Fraser. I was rescued and brought up by pirates from the age of ten till nineteen. I was then left in Port Royal to live with an aunt. I staged my own death about a year and a half ago to be free to do what I wanted and right now that is to help you get your ship back, to avenge my father and to stop Barbossa from doing a heinous crime. The treasure is at the bottom of the list. I also would like to get my ship back if that is not too much to ask.
Jack had stopped dead in his tracks and was now smiling broadly. Perhaps they could be friends anyway.
[I know that Evelyn's story is more than kind of "messy", but honestly... try to tell her story without using too many words and not making it boring and far more complicated than it already is. I beg for that those who read this story can forgive my poor explanation/story. The pieces of the puzzle will fall perfectly into place as the story rolls on.]