A/N: This chapter may be shorter than others, but I'm in the middle of exams so it's the best I could do. Enjoy! ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean(though I wish I did), Jack Sparrow(wish did once again), nor any other character from this kick-ass movie. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this fic; I'd be making another movie. And hanging out with Johnny Depp. I have yet to see a pig fly over my house wearing a tutu either. So, no sueing, please?
Summary: Will is living happily with his newly wed wife, Elizabeth. But when someone from Jack's foggy past comes, sworn to have revenge on Jack Sparrow, he and Jack must stick by the truth and their friendship in order to survive.
~Tell No Lies~
~Chapter 6~
~Into the Lion's Den~
One day later; Another day full of possibilities, the sun shining overhead, illuminating all of life's adventures. Today's particular adventure we focus on began with The Black Pearl sailing on the world of water, it reflecting attractively into the sun's glare.
But, Will Turner, who was on The Black Pearl, did not see the beauty or welcome the adventures to come. In fact, he dreaded them. They were just on the borders of Port York…and on the possibility of finding Jack, which he wanted, and Jones, which he was torn between wanting as well or wishing he could just burn the idea and his troubles away.
Even when Elizabeth coaxed him, Will just couldn't relax, let alone sleep. Yet he didn't feel tired; the stress of worrying and wondering about Jack kept him alert.
Will even remembered a bit of their conversation.
"Will, Jack's strong. Whatever happened I know he'll be alright," Elizabeth said soothingly to her husband, her arm wrapped around his affectionately.
"I know he's strong. He's the most stubborn man I've ever met. But what if something did happen to him? I have to get him as soon as possible," Will replied softly, yet firmly.
"I have faith in you, Will. You'll bring him back." Elizabeth said softly, "But you need rest. If you don't, then the stress will get to you, and you won't be able to help Jack all,"
"I'll be fine. Really."
Even so, everyone insisted he looked like crap. Even Mr. Cotton (well, his parrot anyway- "Awk, dead men tell no tales!" Gibbs always translated it as 'Go to bed before ye end up falling over the side of the ship while yer staring at nothin' 'cause yer so damn tired'.).
But he couldn't. Not when he knew while he was dreaming that Jones could be putting Jack in terrible pain, to the point where he goes to sleep and never wakes up again.
Eventually, they gave up bugging him to get some sleep and shifted to a new topic- "We're comin' to get Jack with ye whether ye like it or not, whelp".
Then Will lectured them, saying that the note clearly stated for Will alone to come, and he didn't want to see Jack killed because someone tagged along. And besides, whatever happened to the Pirate's code?
Then they'd simply say that there was a difference between someone falling behind and someone getting kidnapped. Besides, the code was more like guidelines than actual rules.
But, they eventually gave in because they really didn't want to see their captain as well as friend get killed, and agreed to stay at Port and wait on the Pearl for Will to return. He was glad to see that at least Jack's crew cared about his well being and that they were loyal and not mutinous.
Now Will was staring off into the distance, trying to remember what exactly Jones looked like so that he could spot him in the bar; every little detail was important. He remembered him having shaggy brown hair just above his shoulders, piercing green eyes, and a long thin scar that ran along the side of his cheek; he was also a bit taller than he was. As long as he kept that in mind, he should be able to spot him quick in a crowd. But if he happened to see Jack first, he already memorized what he looked like years ago; you'd have to be blind not to see him in a crowd.
Eventually, The Black Pearl docked at Port York. Judging by the sun's position, it was almost noon. As promised, Jack's crew stayed onboard, Elizabeth as well, even though she was slightly reluctant.
Will stepped on dock, his worn shoes making a tiny tapping noise lightly on the heightened wood. He glanced back at the ship, and looked back at the rowboat attached; when there would be normally two, one was missing.
And, sure enough, not far away, was the missing rowboat attached to the deck by a thin rope, bouncing slightly in the soft waves of the ocean.
~*~
The Drunken Monkey Bar was more or less exactly as Will expected; drunk people everywhere. They were flopping all over the place, laughing like idiots, while the poor bartender unsuccessfully tried to get them to at least stand up properly. He even saw people throwing chairs against walls in fits of sudden rage, like when they realized their mugs of grog were empty. He even saw a particularly drunken man throw a punch at another, the latter reeling. Then drunk man #1 went over and slurred, "Who am I kiddin', I love ya, man!" In which the bartender went over there to get man #1 and #2 out of the bar before he got so drunk and hurt himself, but was a little too late for the men fainted in each others' arms soon after.
But Will had more things to worry about then the level of alcohol consumption some people had. Through the sea of people Will could not see Jack or Jones anywhere.
But then, just when he was about to give up hope, he saw someone waving at him. He glanced towards him. There was Jones, the only sober man there excluding himself and the bartender, with a particularly unpleasant smirk on his face, seated at a table. His hat was placed on the table, showing off his messy hair even more and a red pirate sash tied around his head, taming it slightly. But Jack was no where in sight.
Will angrily approached Jones. "Jones," he addressed coldly.
"Hello, Will Turner," he replied back, his voice coated with sugar substitute, "How have ye been? Well, I hope," Jones chuckled, a note of sarcasm in his voice. "Please, sit down, I'll order us some rum."
"No, thank you," Will growled, sitting down, his hand almost on his sword handle protectively. "Alright, Jones, where's Jack?"
"Oh, he's 'round," Jones answered mysteriously.
"Well, why isn't he here?" Will asked impatiently.
"He's currently busy," Jones explained, once again being mysterious on purpose, "He's readying himself for a job…"
Will's eyes widened; was Jones hinting Jack was doing something for him? Why? Jack never took orders from anyone, unless he had a plan to get what he wanted, and he doubted he would get anything out of Jones, especially since he was the one kidnapped. It didn't seem right. "What did you do to him?" hissed Will.
"Oh, nothin'," Jones said casually, then his smirk widened, "…Much."
Will eyes widened more, and was about to pursue the matter when a very tired looking bartender came up from behind. "What can I get for you gentlemen?" she asked wearily.
"Two rums, please," Jones replied politely, masking his previous smugness, and ignoring Will's former request for no rum.
She nodded. "Alright, coming right up," SMASH! "…As soon as I clean up the mess." With that, she left the two men alone to talk more.
After she left, Will quickly leaned towards Jones. "If you even touched a hair on his head, I swear I'll kill you," Will snarled savagely.
"Well, I did touch him; but ye can't do anything 'bout it in public, can ye? Not if ye don't want to hurt anyone," Jones said smugly, crossing his arms and receiving a growl from Will. "But he's still alive, so be thankful for that, boy. I would have loved to slit his throat," he hissed.
"Then why didn't you?" Will didn't want that to happen, of course, but he couldn't help but wonder.
Jones suddenly found his grubby fingernails an interesting specimen. "Let's just say I have more things in store for him."
Will was quiet for a moment. "What did you do to him?" he asked icily.
Jones glanced up at him. "I thought we already established this,"
"No, you didn't. You avoided the subject. I want to know now!"
"Sorry, boy, but ye can't do anything here. An' I'm not tellin'."
"What are you playing at? Did you just bring me here to toy with me?"
"I'm not playin' at anything. If you want to know so bad, why don't ye go ask 'im yerself?"
Will was a bit caught off guard by that. "How can I talk to him if I don't even know where he is?
"Easy. I tell ye." Jones said simply, as if Will should have already known.
Will narrowed his angered brown eyes, suspicious. "No way you'll just tell me. There has to be a catch. Why else would you have kidnapped him in the first place?"
"Ye'll never know unless ye see, Turner," Jones replied swiftly, "Maybe I do have something planned. Or maybe I'm just bein' a pain in the ass an' like givin' ye a hard time. Ye won't know unless ye see, boy,"
Will didn't like it; Jones had to have a motive. He knew Jones wanted him and Jack dead…so what was his plan? "I think it's both," Will muttered to Jones.
Jones laughed fakely. "Yer so untrustin', lad,"
"I have reason to be,"
"I never said t'was a bad thing. Sometimes ye never know if yer best friend will come up behind ye and bite ye in the ass," Jones commented darkly.
"You're talking about Jack, aren't you?" Will whispered.
"Ye catch on quick, boy,"
"But Jack would never truly betray a friend! Why do you think--"
"I don't think, boy, I know. If ye never trust me in yer life, trust me this one time--Sparrow is not worth yer time. He is scum, more so than some I've seen." Jones said full-heartedly, but then chuckled, lightening the dark mood slightly. "But 's yer life. If ye want, go see 'im--ye'll find 'im over the other side of Port York--ye can't miss 'im. He'll be in one of the bars, most likely."
Will frowned. "Something tells me I'll regret this later…" Will stood up, and said icily, "This better not be a trick. If I find that there's anything wrong with Jack, you'll deeply regret it."
Jones grinned noxiously. "We'll see, boy,"
Well, that response wasn't very comforting. Will's heart thumped anxiously. Then, the bartender came back with the rum.
"Rum, lad?" Jones picked up the mug and offered it to Will.
Will turned around in a spin and bounded for the door.
"Oh, well, more for me," Jones shrugged, taking a sip from the rum. The rim of the cup hid the wicked smirk planted on his lips.
~*~
Across town, one hour later. Will glanced inside a long deserted bar. Chairs were overturned and dust was beginning to pile in every corner. Old rum in bottles were still on the shelves, waiting to be drank. But there wasn't a trace of life to do so anywhere.
Will shifted his gaze back and forth. "Jack?" he called out, but it was barely more than a whisper. Will stepped inside, the only sound in the empty bar echoing against the cracked walls.
But then he noticed that some dust on the floor ahead of him was shifted in the shape of a trail of footprints. Someone was here. By the looks of it, they were staggering. Will only knew one person who staggered greatly while he walked.
"Jack?" he called out, this time louder.
Will was surprised to hear the sound of scrapping metal.
And the feeling of a sharp metal object poking at the square of his back.
~To Be Continued...~
Next Chapter: If you like fight scenes, you'll love this. And if you love angst, you better stick around. :P
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