"Mr. Sparrow." Norrington eyed Sparrow.
"Captain Sparrow." Sparrow corrected.
"Why is your ship attacking us, Captain?" Norrington asked mockingly.
"Not my ship at the moment." Sparrow shrugged.
"Lieutenant Turner to your station." Norrington turned to Jack, and then turned to Will and Emma, "Governor and Miss Turner in my office." He was beginning to walk off when he turned, "Have you seen Katherine?"
"No," Will shook his head and then smiled, "but I'm sure Elizabeth will, since she went back to get something." Worry started to fill him again. He hoped he kept this man's sprits up, because his were down. Will left and Emma quickly followed.
"Mr. Sparrow you will go to..." Norrington started.
"Jail?" Sparrow held his hands out.
"You will accompany the Governor and Miss Turner in my office. The boy will follow your lead, Mr. Sparrow." Norrington turned, and went to the cannons.
"Captain!" Sparrow shouted after Norrington. Davy turned and went in the direction Emma and Will left, Sparrow follow. They both went inside. The room filled with fear, and silence. Neither Emma nor Will moved from their spots to great them or even look at them. Will stood by the window looking out, and Emma in a chair with the ring still on her finger and the note in her pocket.
"How do you know me?" Emma's eyes fell on Sparrow. Sparrow didn't realize she was talking to him. He opened his mouth to say something.
"Old friend." Will answered, still looking out the window.
"How?" Emma's eyes still resting on Sparrow, she wasn't quite sure what to make of him.
"Explanations are best kept for latter." Will said as he turned. "I'm going to look for your mother."
"No you can't!" Emma ran to him, "Please, don't leave me!"
"I have to, besides you left me." Will hugged his daughter.
"But I was being foolish, please don't leave me!" Emma wouldn't admit to being sacred, but Will knew she was. He held her out at arms length and held her hands tightly. He was going to say something, but he opened his hands and closed his mouth. Emma looked down at the ring, and then up at her father, who was looking at her with an eyebrow raised. Sparrow looked over at the ring, and looked at Emma.
"Perhaps explanations are best kept for latter." Emma whispered.
Will ran up and down the streets. It was morning, and the streets were paved with death and ruins. There were people also looking for their loved ones. There was no sign of Elizabeth or Katherine. He had checked every shop to every house. He knew where they were, but wasn't willing to accept it. He headed back to the fort with the grim news. Will entered it and watched an injured man go by, his head bleeding. He walked up to where Norrington was explaining something to his men, Sparrow, Emma, and Davy, who were just there.
"They're gone." Will shook his head, and the room became silent. No one moved or talked. No one knew what to say. Emma looked over to her brother who became dead white, and she swore she saw his eyes water.
"I told you I would get us a crew." Sparrow leaned towards Davy and whispered. He turned to everyone. "So I guess that means you wont be needing us, so we'll be going." Sparrow started towards the exit, and Will looked pleadingly at him.
"Mr. Sparrow." Norrington sighed, "We'll be needing your services."
"What do you want me to do, mate?" Sparrow asked slyly, knowing exactly what he was doing.
"You know where they're going." Norrington looked away from Sparrow angrily. "Lieutenant Turner, get the ship ready."
Emma looked from the unmoving ship to the blue Caribbean Sea. She felt someone besides her and turned.
"Beautiful day for sailing." Will announced and smiled at his daughter, "Too bad it will be wasted."
"If they stop fighting, maybe it won't." Emma smiled at her father trying to become a sailor. She began to feel dizzy again, but shook it off.
"If." Will shrugged and walked to where Sparrow and Norrington were fighting. Jack and Davy stood on the sidelines watching the two men bicker. Davy would constantly roll his eyes, and Jack would just sigh. Davy looked at Emma, and began to walk towards her. "Miss Turner." Emma turned to see James standing there. "Hello, Mr. Norrington." Emma smiled, and bowed her head.
"James, please." James smiled shortly.
"Emma then." Emma answered, her fake smile still on her face. There was a silence, and Emma began to wonder why he came over here.
"Commodore said we would be leaving as soon as Mr. Sparrow agrees." James broke the silence.
"Agree to what?" Emma asked.
"Agree to letting the Commodore put officers on the ship instead of pirates," James answered, "Mr. Sparrow said that he wanted to go to some island..."
"Tourtoga." Emma finished.
"Yes," James looked at her, "he wants to get a band of ravaging, raping, plundering pirates. It's never going to happen."
"Why?" Emma wondered. "They know where their hideouts are, and they know their world."
"Exactly their own world." James exclaimed. "It's not like ours, they are awful creatures, they could turn on us at any moment, and take the ship themselves."
"Then put some trustworthy people on the ships with them." Emma shrugged. "They all..."
"James!" Norrington called. James excused himself and left. Emma watched him go and wondered if he had heard anything she had said. Davy came towards her and she turned to look out into the sea.
"Fiancé?" Davy asked nodding towards James.
"Only if I choose." Emma shrugged. She knew if she looked at him she would blush and she wouldn't be able to stop. She kept her eyes on the sea, longing look on her face.
"There's nothing out there but adventure." Davy whispered. He looked at her ring. "Where you get that?"
"You wouldn't believe me Emma shook her head.
"I heard stranger, probably." Davy assured her.
"I found it on my balcony with a note." Emma smiled, knowing how stupid it must have sounded.
"What did the note say?" Davy put his face in front of hers and she blushed and turned away quickly.
"Are you related to Jack?" Emma asked, trying to stop the blush go to her cheeks.
"He's my..." Davy's voice trailed off, and they both looked behind.
"Father." Sparrow stood there, "Miss Turner your father wants to see you, since we'll be setting sail soon." He started to walk away.
"Where?" Emma asked, hoping for the pirate island.
"Tourtoga." Sparrow shouted over his shoulder.
"Captain Sparrow." Sparrow corrected.
"Why is your ship attacking us, Captain?" Norrington asked mockingly.
"Not my ship at the moment." Sparrow shrugged.
"Lieutenant Turner to your station." Norrington turned to Jack, and then turned to Will and Emma, "Governor and Miss Turner in my office." He was beginning to walk off when he turned, "Have you seen Katherine?"
"No," Will shook his head and then smiled, "but I'm sure Elizabeth will, since she went back to get something." Worry started to fill him again. He hoped he kept this man's sprits up, because his were down. Will left and Emma quickly followed.
"Mr. Sparrow you will go to..." Norrington started.
"Jail?" Sparrow held his hands out.
"You will accompany the Governor and Miss Turner in my office. The boy will follow your lead, Mr. Sparrow." Norrington turned, and went to the cannons.
"Captain!" Sparrow shouted after Norrington. Davy turned and went in the direction Emma and Will left, Sparrow follow. They both went inside. The room filled with fear, and silence. Neither Emma nor Will moved from their spots to great them or even look at them. Will stood by the window looking out, and Emma in a chair with the ring still on her finger and the note in her pocket.
"How do you know me?" Emma's eyes fell on Sparrow. Sparrow didn't realize she was talking to him. He opened his mouth to say something.
"Old friend." Will answered, still looking out the window.
"How?" Emma's eyes still resting on Sparrow, she wasn't quite sure what to make of him.
"Explanations are best kept for latter." Will said as he turned. "I'm going to look for your mother."
"No you can't!" Emma ran to him, "Please, don't leave me!"
"I have to, besides you left me." Will hugged his daughter.
"But I was being foolish, please don't leave me!" Emma wouldn't admit to being sacred, but Will knew she was. He held her out at arms length and held her hands tightly. He was going to say something, but he opened his hands and closed his mouth. Emma looked down at the ring, and then up at her father, who was looking at her with an eyebrow raised. Sparrow looked over at the ring, and looked at Emma.
"Perhaps explanations are best kept for latter." Emma whispered.
Will ran up and down the streets. It was morning, and the streets were paved with death and ruins. There were people also looking for their loved ones. There was no sign of Elizabeth or Katherine. He had checked every shop to every house. He knew where they were, but wasn't willing to accept it. He headed back to the fort with the grim news. Will entered it and watched an injured man go by, his head bleeding. He walked up to where Norrington was explaining something to his men, Sparrow, Emma, and Davy, who were just there.
"They're gone." Will shook his head, and the room became silent. No one moved or talked. No one knew what to say. Emma looked over to her brother who became dead white, and she swore she saw his eyes water.
"I told you I would get us a crew." Sparrow leaned towards Davy and whispered. He turned to everyone. "So I guess that means you wont be needing us, so we'll be going." Sparrow started towards the exit, and Will looked pleadingly at him.
"Mr. Sparrow." Norrington sighed, "We'll be needing your services."
"What do you want me to do, mate?" Sparrow asked slyly, knowing exactly what he was doing.
"You know where they're going." Norrington looked away from Sparrow angrily. "Lieutenant Turner, get the ship ready."
Emma looked from the unmoving ship to the blue Caribbean Sea. She felt someone besides her and turned.
"Beautiful day for sailing." Will announced and smiled at his daughter, "Too bad it will be wasted."
"If they stop fighting, maybe it won't." Emma smiled at her father trying to become a sailor. She began to feel dizzy again, but shook it off.
"If." Will shrugged and walked to where Sparrow and Norrington were fighting. Jack and Davy stood on the sidelines watching the two men bicker. Davy would constantly roll his eyes, and Jack would just sigh. Davy looked at Emma, and began to walk towards her. "Miss Turner." Emma turned to see James standing there. "Hello, Mr. Norrington." Emma smiled, and bowed her head.
"James, please." James smiled shortly.
"Emma then." Emma answered, her fake smile still on her face. There was a silence, and Emma began to wonder why he came over here.
"Commodore said we would be leaving as soon as Mr. Sparrow agrees." James broke the silence.
"Agree to what?" Emma asked.
"Agree to letting the Commodore put officers on the ship instead of pirates," James answered, "Mr. Sparrow said that he wanted to go to some island..."
"Tourtoga." Emma finished.
"Yes," James looked at her, "he wants to get a band of ravaging, raping, plundering pirates. It's never going to happen."
"Why?" Emma wondered. "They know where their hideouts are, and they know their world."
"Exactly their own world." James exclaimed. "It's not like ours, they are awful creatures, they could turn on us at any moment, and take the ship themselves."
"Then put some trustworthy people on the ships with them." Emma shrugged. "They all..."
"James!" Norrington called. James excused himself and left. Emma watched him go and wondered if he had heard anything she had said. Davy came towards her and she turned to look out into the sea.
"Fiancé?" Davy asked nodding towards James.
"Only if I choose." Emma shrugged. She knew if she looked at him she would blush and she wouldn't be able to stop. She kept her eyes on the sea, longing look on her face.
"There's nothing out there but adventure." Davy whispered. He looked at her ring. "Where you get that?"
"You wouldn't believe me Emma shook her head.
"I heard stranger, probably." Davy assured her.
"I found it on my balcony with a note." Emma smiled, knowing how stupid it must have sounded.
"What did the note say?" Davy put his face in front of hers and she blushed and turned away quickly.
"Are you related to Jack?" Emma asked, trying to stop the blush go to her cheeks.
"He's my..." Davy's voice trailed off, and they both looked behind.
"Father." Sparrow stood there, "Miss Turner your father wants to see you, since we'll be setting sail soon." He started to walk away.
"Where?" Emma asked, hoping for the pirate island.
"Tourtoga." Sparrow shouted over his shoulder.