Last Voyage
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Chapter 1: So Pure
Jack stared out at the diamond- studded water. The fresh, fishy smell of the ocean tickled his nostrils so much that he had to jump up and blow his nose on one of his sails. But yes, he was at the helm of his gorgeous Black Pearl, and he was heading wherever the ocean led him.
His thoughts seldom led him back to the young blacksmith, and his lady. He had dealt with many others before, befriended nearly everyone who crossed his path, yet his time spent with the young couple led finally to the end of the cursed crew, as well as his own release.
However, he didn't know how he knew it… but he felt it… he knew Barbossa was still alive, and that he never forget the men who crossed him, and soon, he'd be coming for Will.
Norrington couldn't believe the proposition that lay before him. Win Elizabeth, and get rid of Will Turner all at the same time? It seemed almost too good to be true, and he was partly right. For this to happen, he'd have to make a deal with a pirate, something he loathed more than anything.
"So have we a deal Mr. Norrington?" The raspy voice asked. "I get Turner, the reasons are mine, and you get the fine woman."
Norrington chewed his bottom lip. "Yes, alright, deal." He shook hands with him, and felt an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Pirates weren't too be trusted, and he had just made a deal with one that would probably end his life.
The door to the small one-bedroom house burst opened. Will carried his beautiful bride over the threshold, and spun her around, causing her to emit a happy squeal. It wasn't much--- there wasn't much one could afford on a blacksmith's salary, but it was home. Their home.
"Welcome home, Mrs. Turner," Will told her.
Elizabeth grinned, "Thank you, Mr. Turner."
They kissed, and he spun her around again. "I love you," He said. "And this time, I promise to tell you every day for the rest of my life."
Elizabeth was almost in tears. "I love you too, Will."
"I want to show you how much I love you," He whispered.
She grinned devilishly. "Well then, set me down and I'll go freshen up."
He grinned, and set her down, looking around the small house. "It's just until we get on our feet."
"Will," She whispered. "I love it." Elizabeth smiled all the way to the bathroom door, and closed it behind her. She sighed happily. It wasn't at all what she was used to, being the Governor's daughter, and living in a palace with servants.
But that wasn't what made her happy. Will was, and she loved their little house. Their first house.
She stared at herself in her reflection, silently cursing her impurities. Even though she was daughter of the governor, she was pretty humble. She continued to stare at herself, when something in the mirror caught her eye. The curtain on the bath tub behind her shifted a little.
She turned to the window.
Closed.
She shook her head. She must have been too tired from the day's festivities. She turned back to the mirror, and splashed some water on her face.
There! Again!
A lump formed in her throat. Someone was here… someone was in her house…
She grasped the nearest candlestick, wanting so much to call out to Will, but half hoping that it was just her imagination. She drew back the curtain, and screamed.
Will was pouring Champagne--- a gift from his father-in-law into two glasses when he heard Elizabeth scream. He dropped everything, and ran to the bathroom door. "Elizabeth!" He had only heard her scream once. Was she okay? Had she fainted? Had she been taken? "Elizabeth, I'm coming in." He opened the door, and stuck his head in. He found Elizabeth standing in the center of the small bathroom, her hands over her mouth, her gaze focused on the bath tub. "What is---" He followed her eyes and stared at the body in the tub.
Jack.
His eyes were closed, his head resting against the spicket.
"Is he--- oh, Will, is he… dead?" Elizabeth whispered.
Fearing the question himself, Will bent down to him, and saw his chest rising and falling. "No," Will said, relieved. "He's just… sleeping."
Elizabeth let her breath out in a whoosh.
Will gently shook Jack's shoulder. "Jack,"
"What do you think he's doing back here?" Elizabeth asked, sitting on the edge of the tub.
"I don't know," Will said. He had a bad feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. If Jack was back in Port Royal, it couldn't mean something good.
"Jack!" Will said loudly, and poked him in the stomach with his finger.
Jack sprang up, his arm reaching for his sword.
"Wait! It's us!" Elizabeth screamed.
Jack blinked, and looked between the two faces. "Will! Liz!" He gathered them both in a group hug.
"Are you injured?" Elizabeth asked.
Jack grinned, "Them injure me? Fear not, doll."
"So, what are you doing back here?" Will asked.
"My throat's kind of dry," Jack said.
"I'll get you some water," Elizabeth got to her feet.
"That's not what I meant," Jack said.
"Wine, it is then, I guess…" Elizabeth said, and walked out of the bathroom.
Jack attempted to get up, but his foot appeared to be stuck in the drain. "Rotten, scruffy bath tubs! I knew they were bad luck!"
With a little help from Will, he managed to release Jack's foot. Jack stretched, and then looked both ways to see if Elizabeth was on her way back. "I have to tell you something, Will, something you won't like."
"What is it?"
Jack sighed, "Barbossa isn't dead."
Will looked like the air had been sucked from his lungs. "No! I was there when you shot him! I---"
Jack held up a hand to silence the boy. "Jack… the monkey Jack, took a gold medallion from Cortez's treasure, and put it in Barbossa's hand."
"You can do that?" Will asked in disbelief.
Jack nodded, "Except now, he's worse than dead. He's neither. He needs the blood of a virgin to make him immortal, to make him sail the seas forever."
"What happens if he doesn't get it?" Will asked.
"Well, if he doesn't get it by the time the sun rises on the eightieth day, he'll be drug back down to hell, where, you know… you know… hell spit them back out."
"And he'll stay there?"
"Cursed, yes. And I know who he's coming after."
Will stared at him. "But, I'm not a virgin…" He'd never forget his eighteenth birthday. Will's friends had hired a stripper for him, and well, he had too much to drink, and things got out of hand. He had regretted it every time he looked at Elizabeth--- so young, and so pure. Today, he regretted it more than ever. His past was putting her in danger.
"Not you," Jack said, and nodded to Elizabeth who reappeared with a glass of red wine.
"No," Will whispered.
Jack to the wine and downed it. "Afraid so, lad. That's why I'm here. To make sure that doesn't happen."
"What's going on?" Elizabeth asked.
"But how do we stop him?" Will asked.
"Ah," Jack said, "well…"
"Stop stalling and tell me!" Will roared.
Jack shrugged, "Elizabeth is a good Christian lass. She better teach you how to pray."
"William Thackery Turner, you better start telling me what's going on!" Elizabeth hissed.
Will looked from Jack, to Elizabeth. "Love, kitten, the woman of my dreams, I think it's time for us to go to bed,"
Jack laughed, "If you're not up for it, Will, I'd gladly do the task for you."
"I think I can take care of my wife, thank you, Jack," Will said, took Elizabeth's hand and started leading her to their bed room.
"Will!" Elizabeth yelled.
"Yes, sweetheart?" Will asked, closing the door behind them.
"What's going on? You want to make love while Jack is in the next room?"
"Jack can take care of himself." Will said.
"Elizabeth," Will said, "You love me, and trust me, right?"
Elizabeth kissed his nose. "You know I do."
"Then trust me tonight," He whispered.
"I do," She said softly. "It's just… we have company right now."
Will shook his head, he had forgotten how well she was raised. "Okay, I'll send Jack back to his ship." He froze. Jack wouldn't have the balls to dock the Black Pearl in Port Royal would he?
Jack rushed into their room. "Get down!"
All three of them hit the floor as a cannon ball threw right in through the side of the house.