Everyone/thing named in the film belongs to the Mouse, everyone/thing else
belongs to me, so there! :p
Delly, glad you enjoy the story and thanks for the review, keep them coming!
Sakhara, I think the poor woman went through enough, without the mother of all hangovers to contend with as well! :D
Hils, are you advocating violence towards our darling Jack? Shame on you!
Linnie, thanks for your help XX
Right, I'm leaving this chapter on a cliffhanger. If you want the next chapter, I suggest you review and I want at least 5 reviews before you get the next one, so over to you ladies......
Chapter 31
'You sure it'll be here?' Jack looked suspiciously at Kelly, feeling more and more animosity towards the man. Maddy's words were still stinging him, the bottle of rum he'd brought with him was off and he was starting to think this map was not a good idea after all.
'Unless he moved it before ya killed him, yes, it'll be there.' Kelly led the way down a winding path, stumbling a couple of times in the dark. He'd wanted to light torches, but Jack wouldn't allow it. A cold snake of fear crawled around in Kelly's stomach. 'What if Keating has moved the map? Sparrow will kill me on the spot.' Kelly looked nervously round at the pirate, wondering if all the stories he'd heard about him were true. He felt very relieved when he saw the shadowy shape of some buildings ahead. 'We're almost here.'
'This had better be worth it Kelly.' Jack's voice sounded more menacing in the dark than in daylight. 'Dammit! She doesn't think I can look after her.' Jack shook his head, trying to dislodge the thought. 'But you can't,' A small voice inside him said. 'She's right you know, you always put her in danger.' Jack ran into the back of Kelly who'd stopped. 'What's wrong?' He snarled, his patience wearing very thin.
'I need some light here, there's no way I can find it in the dark.' Jack nodded to Eb, who lit a touch he'd been carrying, and then tilted it so that Freddie Snow could light his. The men looked around, taking in the dilapidated farmhouse. Kelly led the way through the house, then down some stairs into a cellar, looking with trepidation at Jack's drawn pistol. 'I- it's over here.' Kelly moved to the far wall, knocked a couple of bricks and listened carefully, then scraped his fingers around the outline of one before pulling it out. He staggered backwards as the stone came out and he dropped it to the floor, and reached inside the hollow. 'Here!' He held the scrap of paper up in the air in triumph, glaring at Jack as he snatched it off him.
Jack peered at the map by the torchlight, and was puzzled when he saw that all that was on the map were The Keys, with one of the smaller islands circled. He handed the paper to Eb, who scratched his head. Jack rounded on Kelly, pushing his face in very close proximity to the man's, causing him to back away. 'How'd ya know where t'find the map Kelly?' Jack stepped forward, trapping Kelly between himself and the wall.
'I-I-I, erm, I knew Keating used this place for storing things and suchlike, an' I came up here one day, while he were blind drunk in t'tavern, an' had a good look around. I noticed one o'the stones didn't quite fit properly an' pulled it out an' found t'map there.' George Kelly ran his finger along his collar, sweating profusely.
'An' just what would be on this island that would interest Pierre Castigne so much Eb?' Jack looked at his first mate, and pursed his lips, going over and over in his mind what it might be.
'I reckon there's only one way t'find out Cap'n,' Eb grinned, knowing full well this was the way Jack's mind was working too.
'Aye, me too Ebenezer, me too. We'll see Will back ter Freetown, then be on our way, savvy?' Jack folded the paper carefully and put it away in an inside pocket of his coat.
'I don't want ter go to Freetown, I want to go somewhere further than that.' Kelly's voice rose with anger. 'You promised me passage Sparrow, away from here.'
Jack turned on the man, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him back up the wall. 'Now yer listen to me, an' yer listen carefully. I'm a man o'me word, I promised yer passage an' passage is what ya'll get.' Jack growled softly, the quietness of his voice adding more menace to his words. 'Now I've heard ya've already been causing trouble on board, so ya'd better watch yer step, or I'll either throw ya in t'brig, or throw ya overboard, savvy?' Kelly nodded as best he could with Jack's grip on his throat. 'An' if ya don't start respectin' me an' addressing me properly, I'll find out who ya owe money to an' personally hand you over to them meself.' With that, Jack threw the man on the floor and climbed the stairs, not bothering to wait for the others.
The moon lighted the path back to town, so Jack made his own way back, grateful of the chance to cool down. There weren't many people who Jack really disliked on sight, but there was something about Kelly that made his blood boil. He heard voices ahead of him and slowed to a stop, his hand hovering over his pistol. Jack strained his ears, trying to hear what was being said, and by whom, but they where too far away for him to make out the words. He motioned for those behind him to stop and turned his head, with his finger to his lips. Freddie quietly moved besides Jack and pulled his captain closer.
'Captain Sparrow, I've got very good hearing. Shall I go forward and see if I can hear what they're saying?' He whispered, excited at the prospect of doing something to please Jack.
'Aye lad, but quietly yer will go, savvy?' Jack moved out of the way to let Freddie past and peered at Kelly, frowning. 'What is it about him?' Jack wondered to himself, but looked back at Freddie who was coming back towards them, agitatedly.
'Cap'n, Cap'n, it's a set up! They're waiting to ambush us.' Freddie stared wide-eyed at Jack, any feeling of excitement long since gone.
Jack took a step towards Kelly, who held up his hand. 'Why would I set you up? I could have got that map any time, and not bothered telling ya about it.'
'So why did ya tell me?' Jack looked around to see if there was another way into town, there wasn't. He looked back at Kelly, impatient for the answer.
'I need to get away and I can't get passage off anyone else, as the whole town would know about it. I thought you might be more willing to give me passage if I gave you something in return. Well, I have.' Kelly sounded so desperate that Jack wondered if it was just money he owed.
'There's five o'them, four of us, we can take 'em Eb.' Jack drew his sword carefully, so as not to make any noise and started to advance.
'No!' Kelly hissed, pulling Jack back, 'We can't go that way.' He looked up in shock at the cry from the men as they spotted them on the path and started to run towards them.
Jack snatched his arm away from Kelly and aimed his pistol, firing it too quickly and missing his target. He ran his sword through the nearest assailant, and tried to pull it out, but it wouldn't come. Jack tugged hard, cursing under his breath, and then looked up in horror as the flash of a pistol being fired towards him, caught his attention.
Delly, glad you enjoy the story and thanks for the review, keep them coming!
Sakhara, I think the poor woman went through enough, without the mother of all hangovers to contend with as well! :D
Hils, are you advocating violence towards our darling Jack? Shame on you!
Linnie, thanks for your help XX
Right, I'm leaving this chapter on a cliffhanger. If you want the next chapter, I suggest you review and I want at least 5 reviews before you get the next one, so over to you ladies......
Chapter 31
'You sure it'll be here?' Jack looked suspiciously at Kelly, feeling more and more animosity towards the man. Maddy's words were still stinging him, the bottle of rum he'd brought with him was off and he was starting to think this map was not a good idea after all.
'Unless he moved it before ya killed him, yes, it'll be there.' Kelly led the way down a winding path, stumbling a couple of times in the dark. He'd wanted to light torches, but Jack wouldn't allow it. A cold snake of fear crawled around in Kelly's stomach. 'What if Keating has moved the map? Sparrow will kill me on the spot.' Kelly looked nervously round at the pirate, wondering if all the stories he'd heard about him were true. He felt very relieved when he saw the shadowy shape of some buildings ahead. 'We're almost here.'
'This had better be worth it Kelly.' Jack's voice sounded more menacing in the dark than in daylight. 'Dammit! She doesn't think I can look after her.' Jack shook his head, trying to dislodge the thought. 'But you can't,' A small voice inside him said. 'She's right you know, you always put her in danger.' Jack ran into the back of Kelly who'd stopped. 'What's wrong?' He snarled, his patience wearing very thin.
'I need some light here, there's no way I can find it in the dark.' Jack nodded to Eb, who lit a touch he'd been carrying, and then tilted it so that Freddie Snow could light his. The men looked around, taking in the dilapidated farmhouse. Kelly led the way through the house, then down some stairs into a cellar, looking with trepidation at Jack's drawn pistol. 'I- it's over here.' Kelly moved to the far wall, knocked a couple of bricks and listened carefully, then scraped his fingers around the outline of one before pulling it out. He staggered backwards as the stone came out and he dropped it to the floor, and reached inside the hollow. 'Here!' He held the scrap of paper up in the air in triumph, glaring at Jack as he snatched it off him.
Jack peered at the map by the torchlight, and was puzzled when he saw that all that was on the map were The Keys, with one of the smaller islands circled. He handed the paper to Eb, who scratched his head. Jack rounded on Kelly, pushing his face in very close proximity to the man's, causing him to back away. 'How'd ya know where t'find the map Kelly?' Jack stepped forward, trapping Kelly between himself and the wall.
'I-I-I, erm, I knew Keating used this place for storing things and suchlike, an' I came up here one day, while he were blind drunk in t'tavern, an' had a good look around. I noticed one o'the stones didn't quite fit properly an' pulled it out an' found t'map there.' George Kelly ran his finger along his collar, sweating profusely.
'An' just what would be on this island that would interest Pierre Castigne so much Eb?' Jack looked at his first mate, and pursed his lips, going over and over in his mind what it might be.
'I reckon there's only one way t'find out Cap'n,' Eb grinned, knowing full well this was the way Jack's mind was working too.
'Aye, me too Ebenezer, me too. We'll see Will back ter Freetown, then be on our way, savvy?' Jack folded the paper carefully and put it away in an inside pocket of his coat.
'I don't want ter go to Freetown, I want to go somewhere further than that.' Kelly's voice rose with anger. 'You promised me passage Sparrow, away from here.'
Jack turned on the man, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him back up the wall. 'Now yer listen to me, an' yer listen carefully. I'm a man o'me word, I promised yer passage an' passage is what ya'll get.' Jack growled softly, the quietness of his voice adding more menace to his words. 'Now I've heard ya've already been causing trouble on board, so ya'd better watch yer step, or I'll either throw ya in t'brig, or throw ya overboard, savvy?' Kelly nodded as best he could with Jack's grip on his throat. 'An' if ya don't start respectin' me an' addressing me properly, I'll find out who ya owe money to an' personally hand you over to them meself.' With that, Jack threw the man on the floor and climbed the stairs, not bothering to wait for the others.
The moon lighted the path back to town, so Jack made his own way back, grateful of the chance to cool down. There weren't many people who Jack really disliked on sight, but there was something about Kelly that made his blood boil. He heard voices ahead of him and slowed to a stop, his hand hovering over his pistol. Jack strained his ears, trying to hear what was being said, and by whom, but they where too far away for him to make out the words. He motioned for those behind him to stop and turned his head, with his finger to his lips. Freddie quietly moved besides Jack and pulled his captain closer.
'Captain Sparrow, I've got very good hearing. Shall I go forward and see if I can hear what they're saying?' He whispered, excited at the prospect of doing something to please Jack.
'Aye lad, but quietly yer will go, savvy?' Jack moved out of the way to let Freddie past and peered at Kelly, frowning. 'What is it about him?' Jack wondered to himself, but looked back at Freddie who was coming back towards them, agitatedly.
'Cap'n, Cap'n, it's a set up! They're waiting to ambush us.' Freddie stared wide-eyed at Jack, any feeling of excitement long since gone.
Jack took a step towards Kelly, who held up his hand. 'Why would I set you up? I could have got that map any time, and not bothered telling ya about it.'
'So why did ya tell me?' Jack looked around to see if there was another way into town, there wasn't. He looked back at Kelly, impatient for the answer.
'I need to get away and I can't get passage off anyone else, as the whole town would know about it. I thought you might be more willing to give me passage if I gave you something in return. Well, I have.' Kelly sounded so desperate that Jack wondered if it was just money he owed.
'There's five o'them, four of us, we can take 'em Eb.' Jack drew his sword carefully, so as not to make any noise and started to advance.
'No!' Kelly hissed, pulling Jack back, 'We can't go that way.' He looked up in shock at the cry from the men as they spotted them on the path and started to run towards them.
Jack snatched his arm away from Kelly and aimed his pistol, firing it too quickly and missing his target. He ran his sword through the nearest assailant, and tried to pull it out, but it wouldn't come. Jack tugged hard, cursing under his breath, and then looked up in horror as the flash of a pistol being fired towards him, caught his attention.