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There was silence in the inn room as Jen and Jack waited nervously. Jen sat on the edge of the bed in her shift, waiting for Elizabeth to come with a dress. Jack sat tensely on a chair, staring out the window. When the knock finally came, Jen jumped up and opened the door. Elizabeth was holding a dark red dress. Jen managed a weak smile and accepted the dress.
"Have a good time, all right?" Elizabeth said, glancing inside wistfully.
"Why don't, why don't you come in?" Jen asked in a voice that seemed like it had been unused for days. Elizabeth beamed and came down, taking Jen's spot on the bed.
"I'll just go and put this on, then." Jen said quietly, stealing a sad glance at Jack. She entered the bathroom and shut the door. Elizabeth glared at Jack.
"Really Jack, you're acting like a child. Do you really expect Jen to ride off into the night the instant you turn your back?" She asked. Jack looked startled.
"Why? Did she say something?" Elizabeth sighed, rolling her eyes.
"No Jack. But she's upset that you're making this such a bid deal. It's nothing. She's having dinner. It's like...a business meeting. Adam is a gentlemen, like I've said before, and would try nothing without Jen's consent. And Jen wouldn't consent, because she loves you." Elizabeth explained somewhat impatiently. Jack looked disgruntled and slumped in his chair.
"Fine." He muttered.
"Good. Now that that's settled." Elizabeth said smugly. The door opened and Jen came out slowly from the bathroom. The dress was beautiful. Jen looked from Jack to Elizabeth. Elizabeth and Jack both realized she hadn't tied the dress in the back.
"I'll do it." Elizabeth volunteered. She began to pull the strings together so tightly her hands were striped white and Jen was gasping for breath. Jack looked over and grinned in satisfaction.
"A little tighter would do it." Jen glared at Jack.
"Wonderful Jack. And maybe he'll take one look at how thin my waist is and decide to keep me as a harem girl." She snapped. Jack's dark brown eyes widened in alarm and he got up and brushed away Elizabeth's hands, loosening the corset immensely. Jen grinned when he couldn't see and when he came around in front of her immediately wiped the smile off her face. Elizabeth was peering out the window. She turned around excitedly.
"He's here, Jen! Come on!" She rushed out the door. Jen turned to Jack, fumbling with her hands. Jack tilted her face so he could look into her eyes.
"Come home, savvy?" He said gruffly. Jen managed a small smile.
"Of course, Jack. I love you." She assured him, kissing his cheek. Then she hurried after Elizabeth. Elizabeth stood excitedly by Jen as they walked out to the carriage. A servant was waiting beside the door of the carriage. As she walked towards him, he bowed.
"Good evening, miss." He said solemnly. Elizabeth squeezed Jen's hand encouragingly.
"Have a good time." Then she disappeared back into the inn. The servant offered her his hand and helped her into the carriage. Jen's jaw dropped at the gorgeous inside of the carriage. The seats were black velvet, the walls were dark red. Jen looked anxiously out the window. It was getting darker, and she couldn't see much.
"We're leaving, miss." Warned the servant. Jen nodded and sank back into the seat just as the carriage began to rattle off towards the Hawke manor.
Upstairs, Jack and Elizabeth were looking out the window. Jack looked very angry, while Elizabeth looked delighted.
"Don't worry Jack. You can always go and get her." Soothed Elizabeth before leaving.
THE MANOR
Jen was helped out of the carriage by the servant. All that was left was for her to walk up the steps and greet Adam. She had glanced at the gates before she came in. They had been designed with a depiction of a hawk flying into the sunset. It reminded her forcibly of Jack. Taking a deep breath (which was actually rather short considering the corset) she began up the steps. The door was opened for her by two servants. Jen looked around. Adam wasn't here. Yet another servant was coming towards her.
"Master Hawke is in the parlor." Jen nodded and followed the servant to a pair of French doors. Adam was standing at the fireplace, staring deep into the flames. His right hand was clenching his glass of brandy; his left was behind his back. (cough cough) Jen smiled at the handsome figure. Then she scolded herself. She loved Jack. Yet, this man reminds her so much of him, it's more of a compliment.
"Adam?" She said cautiously. Adam turned around, smiling pleasantly. He bowed.
"Miss Jennifer. You came." He sounded relieved. "You must be hungry. Come, we can eat. Get acquainted." He offered Jen his arm and smiling, she took it. It reminded her of her family and herself before she met Jack. The dinner table was already set. Jen and Adam were seated across from each other instead of at the ends.
"I hope you don't mind, but it seemed too far away to talk."
"It's all right." They began to eat. The food was delicious. Everything was wonderful, and Adam was generous and kind. But suddenly, Jen had a look at the clock. She stiffened, alarmed. It was nearly nine o' clock. She had promised Jack to be home by then.
"Adam, I'm so sorry, but I've got to go. I had a wonderful time. I promised my friends I'd be home by nine and check in with them." Jen stood up and began to walk away. She had to get home. Jack was waiting. Suddenly, there was a hand on her.
"I'm sorry you want to leave too. But why don't you take one of the guest rooms, stay the night. Surely the inn isn't that comfortable?" Adam asked in a concerned tone. Jen shook her head.
"I promised I'd be home by nine Adam. I'm sorry. Thank you for a wonderful evening." She made to walk away. But Adam's grip on her arm, if anything, tightened. Jen's heart was beginning to thump wildly. Elizabeth had promised her he was a gentleman. Jen was feeling nervous.
"Adam, I don't know what's going on. But if you're a gentleman, you'd let me walk away." She pleaded. Jack would come for her if she didn't return. Adam shook his head.
"Miss Jennifer, I'm sorry to tell you this, but my true purpose of inviting you here was not dinner. It was to snare the man with you." He informed her calmly. Jen felt like her heart was stuck in her throat. The world was spinning.
"Oh God no, not Jack. Hang me instead! Please, oh God." Jen was panicking. She normally didn't lose her head like this. But that was with Jack, when they were together on the Pearl.
"I don't want to hang him, Jennifer." Adam said patiently, but with a steel edge in his voice. Jen wished she weren't in this foolish dress. Or she would run so fast Adam would never catch her.
"Please. If you have any decency at all, you'll let me go home and get Jack. Please, Adam." She begged. Adam shook his head.
"Jack Sparrow doesn't play fair."
"How did you know? I never said anything."
"I have my own reasons for wanting Sparrow. I've been having him watched. My felicitations, on your engagement." He said wryly. Jen's mind was spinning. He knew. He knew EVERYTHING. Jen wanted to do something. But what? Jen had an idea. It was stupid, but better than nothing. She opened her mouth and instead of words, a high pitched, shrill scream burst out. Adam winced, taking his hold off her. And Jen ran. She tried to get out the door, but it was locked. Then she noticed the sword above the fireplace. Perfect. She grabbed it down and unsheathed it.
"You'll let me go." She ordered Adam. He rolled his eyes and from his belt, produced a pistol, aiming it at her heart. Feeling weak, she almost dropped the sword.
"I'm sorry, Jennifer. Or would you prefer a different name? Would Jen make you feel more at home?" Angrily, Jen kept her hold on the sword.
"I would rather die than give up Jack." But in a swift move, Adam knocked Jen over the head with the butt of the pistol. Jen felt the floor drop out from beneath her, the world begin spinning away without her. And then she dropped down, onto the parlor floor, the sword uselessly at her side.
Jack stared out the window. It was dark. Jen wasn't back. He looked up at the moon. It was nearly nine. Panic was setting him nervously on the edge. Two empty rum bottles were behind him. That's it. He was going to go get her. He let the inn quickly and began to run to the Turner's house.
"Where does he live?" He shouted, bursting through the door. Will and Elizabeth were sitting on the couch, watching Charlie.
"What?" Will finally managed after the shock passed.
"Where's Adam live?"
"Up there." Elizabeth pointed towards a manor. Jack nodded, turned, and ran off, not even bothering to shut the door.
THE MANOR
Jen came to not long after she was carried upstairs. She watched out of the window, knowing Jack would soon come. Adam stood behind her. She was silent, not wanting to even speak to him.
"You betrayed my trust." She said bitterly.
"You shouldn't trust anyone, Jennifer. It's not wise."
"Then life's not worth liv," Jen suddenly saw a figure down by the gates. Jack. He was staring at the gate, astonished.
"I trust Mr. Sparrow is here then?" Jen found her wits again.
"Bring him to me first. If you're anything of a gentleman Adam, let me see him first. Bring him up here." She ordered, pleading really. Adam considered it.
"All right. But someone will be right outside the door." She nodded, watching Jack run up to the house. Adam was gone. He had left her inside the little room.
"No! Jack! NO!" She screamed, trying to shout through the window and down to Jack. But she heard the door open and close. She sank down, no easy feat. Adam had tied her arms behind her back and her ankles together. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and looked towards the door. She had to warn him. If he left, he'd be saved. But he couldn't bring her. It might slow him down. But she loved him. She would love him, and save him.
WHAT'LL HAPPEN NEXT?! I'LL WRITE QUICKER WITH MORE REVIEWS! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! AND YOU FINALLY FOUND OUT ABOUT THE MYSTERIOUS MAN! BUT WHAT EXACTLY HE WANTS WITH JACK STILL HAS TO BE FOUND OUT!
Thanks to the reviewers! Keep em' coming!
There was silence in the inn room as Jen and Jack waited nervously. Jen sat on the edge of the bed in her shift, waiting for Elizabeth to come with a dress. Jack sat tensely on a chair, staring out the window. When the knock finally came, Jen jumped up and opened the door. Elizabeth was holding a dark red dress. Jen managed a weak smile and accepted the dress.
"Have a good time, all right?" Elizabeth said, glancing inside wistfully.
"Why don't, why don't you come in?" Jen asked in a voice that seemed like it had been unused for days. Elizabeth beamed and came down, taking Jen's spot on the bed.
"I'll just go and put this on, then." Jen said quietly, stealing a sad glance at Jack. She entered the bathroom and shut the door. Elizabeth glared at Jack.
"Really Jack, you're acting like a child. Do you really expect Jen to ride off into the night the instant you turn your back?" She asked. Jack looked startled.
"Why? Did she say something?" Elizabeth sighed, rolling her eyes.
"No Jack. But she's upset that you're making this such a bid deal. It's nothing. She's having dinner. It's like...a business meeting. Adam is a gentlemen, like I've said before, and would try nothing without Jen's consent. And Jen wouldn't consent, because she loves you." Elizabeth explained somewhat impatiently. Jack looked disgruntled and slumped in his chair.
"Fine." He muttered.
"Good. Now that that's settled." Elizabeth said smugly. The door opened and Jen came out slowly from the bathroom. The dress was beautiful. Jen looked from Jack to Elizabeth. Elizabeth and Jack both realized she hadn't tied the dress in the back.
"I'll do it." Elizabeth volunteered. She began to pull the strings together so tightly her hands were striped white and Jen was gasping for breath. Jack looked over and grinned in satisfaction.
"A little tighter would do it." Jen glared at Jack.
"Wonderful Jack. And maybe he'll take one look at how thin my waist is and decide to keep me as a harem girl." She snapped. Jack's dark brown eyes widened in alarm and he got up and brushed away Elizabeth's hands, loosening the corset immensely. Jen grinned when he couldn't see and when he came around in front of her immediately wiped the smile off her face. Elizabeth was peering out the window. She turned around excitedly.
"He's here, Jen! Come on!" She rushed out the door. Jen turned to Jack, fumbling with her hands. Jack tilted her face so he could look into her eyes.
"Come home, savvy?" He said gruffly. Jen managed a small smile.
"Of course, Jack. I love you." She assured him, kissing his cheek. Then she hurried after Elizabeth. Elizabeth stood excitedly by Jen as they walked out to the carriage. A servant was waiting beside the door of the carriage. As she walked towards him, he bowed.
"Good evening, miss." He said solemnly. Elizabeth squeezed Jen's hand encouragingly.
"Have a good time." Then she disappeared back into the inn. The servant offered her his hand and helped her into the carriage. Jen's jaw dropped at the gorgeous inside of the carriage. The seats were black velvet, the walls were dark red. Jen looked anxiously out the window. It was getting darker, and she couldn't see much.
"We're leaving, miss." Warned the servant. Jen nodded and sank back into the seat just as the carriage began to rattle off towards the Hawke manor.
Upstairs, Jack and Elizabeth were looking out the window. Jack looked very angry, while Elizabeth looked delighted.
"Don't worry Jack. You can always go and get her." Soothed Elizabeth before leaving.
THE MANOR
Jen was helped out of the carriage by the servant. All that was left was for her to walk up the steps and greet Adam. She had glanced at the gates before she came in. They had been designed with a depiction of a hawk flying into the sunset. It reminded her forcibly of Jack. Taking a deep breath (which was actually rather short considering the corset) she began up the steps. The door was opened for her by two servants. Jen looked around. Adam wasn't here. Yet another servant was coming towards her.
"Master Hawke is in the parlor." Jen nodded and followed the servant to a pair of French doors. Adam was standing at the fireplace, staring deep into the flames. His right hand was clenching his glass of brandy; his left was behind his back. (cough cough) Jen smiled at the handsome figure. Then she scolded herself. She loved Jack. Yet, this man reminds her so much of him, it's more of a compliment.
"Adam?" She said cautiously. Adam turned around, smiling pleasantly. He bowed.
"Miss Jennifer. You came." He sounded relieved. "You must be hungry. Come, we can eat. Get acquainted." He offered Jen his arm and smiling, she took it. It reminded her of her family and herself before she met Jack. The dinner table was already set. Jen and Adam were seated across from each other instead of at the ends.
"I hope you don't mind, but it seemed too far away to talk."
"It's all right." They began to eat. The food was delicious. Everything was wonderful, and Adam was generous and kind. But suddenly, Jen had a look at the clock. She stiffened, alarmed. It was nearly nine o' clock. She had promised Jack to be home by then.
"Adam, I'm so sorry, but I've got to go. I had a wonderful time. I promised my friends I'd be home by nine and check in with them." Jen stood up and began to walk away. She had to get home. Jack was waiting. Suddenly, there was a hand on her.
"I'm sorry you want to leave too. But why don't you take one of the guest rooms, stay the night. Surely the inn isn't that comfortable?" Adam asked in a concerned tone. Jen shook her head.
"I promised I'd be home by nine Adam. I'm sorry. Thank you for a wonderful evening." She made to walk away. But Adam's grip on her arm, if anything, tightened. Jen's heart was beginning to thump wildly. Elizabeth had promised her he was a gentleman. Jen was feeling nervous.
"Adam, I don't know what's going on. But if you're a gentleman, you'd let me walk away." She pleaded. Jack would come for her if she didn't return. Adam shook his head.
"Miss Jennifer, I'm sorry to tell you this, but my true purpose of inviting you here was not dinner. It was to snare the man with you." He informed her calmly. Jen felt like her heart was stuck in her throat. The world was spinning.
"Oh God no, not Jack. Hang me instead! Please, oh God." Jen was panicking. She normally didn't lose her head like this. But that was with Jack, when they were together on the Pearl.
"I don't want to hang him, Jennifer." Adam said patiently, but with a steel edge in his voice. Jen wished she weren't in this foolish dress. Or she would run so fast Adam would never catch her.
"Please. If you have any decency at all, you'll let me go home and get Jack. Please, Adam." She begged. Adam shook his head.
"Jack Sparrow doesn't play fair."
"How did you know? I never said anything."
"I have my own reasons for wanting Sparrow. I've been having him watched. My felicitations, on your engagement." He said wryly. Jen's mind was spinning. He knew. He knew EVERYTHING. Jen wanted to do something. But what? Jen had an idea. It was stupid, but better than nothing. She opened her mouth and instead of words, a high pitched, shrill scream burst out. Adam winced, taking his hold off her. And Jen ran. She tried to get out the door, but it was locked. Then she noticed the sword above the fireplace. Perfect. She grabbed it down and unsheathed it.
"You'll let me go." She ordered Adam. He rolled his eyes and from his belt, produced a pistol, aiming it at her heart. Feeling weak, she almost dropped the sword.
"I'm sorry, Jennifer. Or would you prefer a different name? Would Jen make you feel more at home?" Angrily, Jen kept her hold on the sword.
"I would rather die than give up Jack." But in a swift move, Adam knocked Jen over the head with the butt of the pistol. Jen felt the floor drop out from beneath her, the world begin spinning away without her. And then she dropped down, onto the parlor floor, the sword uselessly at her side.
Jack stared out the window. It was dark. Jen wasn't back. He looked up at the moon. It was nearly nine. Panic was setting him nervously on the edge. Two empty rum bottles were behind him. That's it. He was going to go get her. He let the inn quickly and began to run to the Turner's house.
"Where does he live?" He shouted, bursting through the door. Will and Elizabeth were sitting on the couch, watching Charlie.
"What?" Will finally managed after the shock passed.
"Where's Adam live?"
"Up there." Elizabeth pointed towards a manor. Jack nodded, turned, and ran off, not even bothering to shut the door.
THE MANOR
Jen came to not long after she was carried upstairs. She watched out of the window, knowing Jack would soon come. Adam stood behind her. She was silent, not wanting to even speak to him.
"You betrayed my trust." She said bitterly.
"You shouldn't trust anyone, Jennifer. It's not wise."
"Then life's not worth liv," Jen suddenly saw a figure down by the gates. Jack. He was staring at the gate, astonished.
"I trust Mr. Sparrow is here then?" Jen found her wits again.
"Bring him to me first. If you're anything of a gentleman Adam, let me see him first. Bring him up here." She ordered, pleading really. Adam considered it.
"All right. But someone will be right outside the door." She nodded, watching Jack run up to the house. Adam was gone. He had left her inside the little room.
"No! Jack! NO!" She screamed, trying to shout through the window and down to Jack. But she heard the door open and close. She sank down, no easy feat. Adam had tied her arms behind her back and her ankles together. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and looked towards the door. She had to warn him. If he left, he'd be saved. But he couldn't bring her. It might slow him down. But she loved him. She would love him, and save him.
WHAT'LL HAPPEN NEXT?! I'LL WRITE QUICKER WITH MORE REVIEWS! TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! AND YOU FINALLY FOUND OUT ABOUT THE MYSTERIOUS MAN! BUT WHAT EXACTLY HE WANTS WITH JACK STILL HAS TO BE FOUND OUT!