~ Chapter Nine: The Devil ~
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or any of its characters and I do not own Irene as she is Serena Coyote's character. I only own Jesline, Babako, the plot, Nightseer's Island, and a couple of other places the Black Pearl will soon be visiting.
Elizabeth was sitting on a chair outside with her husband, Will Turner, her father- Governor Swann, and a man called Lord Jeremy Devilin. Lord Devilin had recently moved to Port Royal and had requested tea with them at the Governor's Mansion as his home was in the process of being remodeled. He said that he wanted to know about Port Royal and its current status.
Elizabeth was conversing with Lord Devilin while nursing her Earl Grey. He had a handsome face with long brown hair tied elegantly back in a low pony tail. Lord Devilin did not fancy powdered wigs that were the fashion. His clothing reflected a sense of piracy as he wore a white shirt with billowed sleeves, light brown trousers that fit him like a second skin, and high black boots. Governor Swann inquired why he wore such clothing and Lord Devilin said that he found his attire quite comfortable and that what society wore to be downright atrocious and disconcerting. The Governor would have disagreed, but decided it best to keep his opinion to himself, seeing that he was talking to a Lord.
Lord Devilin was curious by nature. He wanted to know all about the attack that occurred a few years ago. He seemed more curious about the Black Pearl and her Captain than Port Royal itself. He seemed nice, but something about him made Elizabeth's skin crawl.
She put on a soft smile, though, and conversed with him.
"So tell me, milord. Why do you want to live in Port Royal?" she asked politely.
"The Queen told me about Port Royal when she heard I was moving. She knows that I want to live in a place with little or no crime, good citizens, excellent politicians, sanitary conditions, wonderful weather, and no piracy. So I came here to Port Royal, Jamaica under her advice and I am quite impressed with what I have seen so far. And the Royal Navy in Port Royal recevies such high marks from the Queen herself. And after speaking with Commodore Norrington, I believe this is the best place to live."
The Governor smiled with pride and took a sip of his tea. He was quite happy with this Lord. He was kind, polite, well spoken, and he cared for the common people. Rare qualities anyone would ever find such a high class of person.
"Of course there was the incident with the Black Pearl and the attack on the port a few years back, but it was only one attack, correct?" asked Lord Devilin, looking to the Governor to answer his question.
"Yes, of course. After that horrible situation, The Royal Navy has tightened security in and around the port. So far, there have been no attacks, or attempts of pillaging and plundering in Port Royal." the Governor said with pride and a great big smile.
"Excellent. When her Majesty told me of the attack, she said that Port Royal was not the place for me, but I told her that it was because it was only one attack and the port has the finest Royal Naval officers that the world has ever seen." Lord Devilin said, smiling.
"Lord Devilin, how long do you plan on staying in Port Royal?" asked Will.
"Unfortunately, I can only stay a few days. The King has sent word that I must return to England because of personal matters. But when my business is done there I plan on staying in Port Royal for a very long time." Lord Devilin said with a grin. Elizabeth noticed that Lord Devilin's grin did not meet his cold, obsidian eyes. Something was not right about him. She could feel it.
"So tell me Mrs. Turner, do you think that this ship, the Black Pearl, will ever return to Port Royal?" Lord Devilin asked.
"No, I do not think so. After all, we have taken extreme measures to make sure that any pirate who enters these waters is punished accordingly. But who can really say? Pirates, after all, are unpredictable. But I have a good feeling that they will not return." Elizabeth replied eyeing Lord Devilin carefully.
A man with blonde hair and gray eyes entered wearing a white shirt with billowed sleeves, brown vest, black trousers, and high brown boots. He had a sword at his side as well as a pistol. He looked like a pirate, but he was not. He was the man that had come with Lord Devilin. He went straight to Lord Devilin, whispering something in his ear. Lord Devilin nodded and looked at his gracious hosts.
"You must forgive me, but pressing matters demand my immediate attention. I'm afraid I must take my leave from our tea. But I will return." he said, smiling and standing up, he bowed to Elizabeth. He said his good-byes to Will and the Governor and then left.
When Elizabeth was certain that Lord Devilin and his companion were gone she took Will aside and spoke to him.
"Will, did you get a feeling that something is not right about Lord Devilin?" she asked, worried that they may have done something to endanger Jack.
"Yes, I did." Will said looking at his wife. "Why do you ask?" he asked, concern etched into his face.
"He seemed too interested in the Black Pearl and Jack. It was as if he wanted to know where Jack was. You do not think that Jack did something to him?" she asked.
"No, I do not think so. I mean, yes, Jack would ransom a Lord or Lady, but this Lord Devilin is too dangerous. Jack would have to be completely insane to take him as a hostage."
"What do you mean, Will?" Elizabeth asked.
"Lord Devilin is dangerous. He seems like a snake; harmless and unnoticeable on the ground. But when you step over it, it strikes before you even know what happened." Will explained. That is what Lord Devilin seemed like to him. A snake and a very deadly one at that.
"What should we do? How can we warn Jack?" Elizabeth asked. She looked at Will for an answer. But an unexpected answer came to her. It could work, but it would take a lot of persuasion and promise, but it was their only option.
"What about Commodore Norringtion? We could ask him to help us." Elizabeth said. Will looked at her and thought to himself 'she's gone mad.'
"Ask the Commodore? We can't. He would no sooner let criminals go free than help Jack. You know how he feels about pirates and Jack is not exactly a perfect citizen." Will said. Elizabeth dropped her head and then raised it to look up at Will.
"Do you have a better idea? I have a feeling that if we do not get to Jack in time then something terrible will happen. It will sweep across this ocean like plague, killing everything in sight." Elizabeth said in anger, but not directed at Will.
"Alright, but you will have to talk to him. You will probably have a better influence than me." Will said. Elizabeth smiled and left to find the Commodore. Hopefully he was still at the fort.
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"Commodore, please you must help us Jack is in terrible danger and we have to warn him." Elizabeth pleaded. She was sitting adjacent to the Commodore at his desk. They were in the Commodore's office which had a desk piled high with papers, three chairs, one behind the desk and two in front.
"I am sorry Mrs. Turner, but I can not. I am bound by the law. I can not have my ships used for personal reasons. It would not only reflect poorly on me, but on the entire Royal Fleet in this port. It would cost me my position, and the positions of others who would follow. I am sorry, but there is nothing I can do. Good day Mrs. Turner." Commodore Norrington said, standing up to escort Elizabeth out of his office. Elizabeth bowed her head in defeat and stood up to be escorted out. She looked at the Commodore one last time with pleading eyes.
"Please Commodore Norrington. There must be something you can do." Said Elizabeth. "You wouldn't have to use a Royal ship, any ship would do. We would crew the vessel. I implore you to help. If you cannot help then can Mrs. Norrington? I know she has connections, she could find a way to save Jack."
"My wife no longer associates with pirates Mrs. Turner. That life is behind her and has been for years. I am truly sorry, but Mrs. Norrington and I cannot assist you. Good day." Said the Commodore as he closed his office door on Elizabeth.
Commodore Norrington bowed his head, shaking it in sympathy. There was nothing he could do. His hands were tied, or were they. Commodore Norrington went over to his desk and found a note saying that a pirate ship had been spotted a few days ago off the coast of Port Royal and then disappeared. He smiled. This was the perfect opportunity to help Jack. Even though Jack was a pirate he could not see his friend killed by someone else.
The Commodore immediately sat down and wrote a letter to Elizabeth and Will:
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Turner,
If you wish to help Jack then meet me and my wife at the docks, midnight tonight. Do not be late.
Your Friend,
Commodore Norrington
The Commodore sealed the letter and had it sent immediately to the Turners' house. He hoped that this plan would work, but he would need a crew he could trust. He called for Lievtenants Gillette and Harrion, Quartermaster Jackson, Captain Firston, and Privates MacCavery, Murtogg, and Mullroy. These men he could trust to help in this endeavor, but when they warned Jack, Commodore Norrington would have no choice, but to take him in as it was law.
Commodore Norrington quickly wrote out letters to the chosen men and had them sent and then he sent word to have the H.M.S Montague made ready for departure tonight. He then wrote a letter to his wife, Irene, informing her of the situation and telling her to call on the Governess to look after their first child, young Henry. He was going to need her help with saving Jack. When all this was done the Commodore left to board the Montague to oversee the preparations.
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Will and Elizabeth were quite shocked to receive a letter from the Commodore shortly after Elizabeth's talk with him, but she guessed that maybe he some how changed his mind. They quickly packed a few things and departed from their home to the docks where they were told to meet the Commodore.
They walked down slowly and saw him and his wife standing by the ship waiting for their arrival. Will and Elizabeth both walked up to them and smiled. The Commodore and Mrs. Commodore smiled back, but told them that they had to get on the ship quickly and go to their assigned cabin to wait until it was clear for them to be out and about. The Turners nodded their heads in agreement and boarded the ship quickly as possible. Now they were going to warn Jack and help him as they once did in the old days.
~Author's Note~ I, Twlight Whisper, and Serena Coyote are doing a crossover on our fanfics. I have her permission to use her character, Irene, who is now married to the Commodore in this story. I am not committing piracy. To my reviewers, I am sorry that it took so long to update my story. I was gone and I just came back yesterday, but here is the next chapter. And I decided that I will not highlight on the Devil. He is going to be a mysterious character and we will find out all about Him when the time is right.
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or any of its characters and I do not own Irene as she is Serena Coyote's character. I only own Jesline, Babako, the plot, Nightseer's Island, and a couple of other places the Black Pearl will soon be visiting.
Elizabeth was sitting on a chair outside with her husband, Will Turner, her father- Governor Swann, and a man called Lord Jeremy Devilin. Lord Devilin had recently moved to Port Royal and had requested tea with them at the Governor's Mansion as his home was in the process of being remodeled. He said that he wanted to know about Port Royal and its current status.
Elizabeth was conversing with Lord Devilin while nursing her Earl Grey. He had a handsome face with long brown hair tied elegantly back in a low pony tail. Lord Devilin did not fancy powdered wigs that were the fashion. His clothing reflected a sense of piracy as he wore a white shirt with billowed sleeves, light brown trousers that fit him like a second skin, and high black boots. Governor Swann inquired why he wore such clothing and Lord Devilin said that he found his attire quite comfortable and that what society wore to be downright atrocious and disconcerting. The Governor would have disagreed, but decided it best to keep his opinion to himself, seeing that he was talking to a Lord.
Lord Devilin was curious by nature. He wanted to know all about the attack that occurred a few years ago. He seemed more curious about the Black Pearl and her Captain than Port Royal itself. He seemed nice, but something about him made Elizabeth's skin crawl.
She put on a soft smile, though, and conversed with him.
"So tell me, milord. Why do you want to live in Port Royal?" she asked politely.
"The Queen told me about Port Royal when she heard I was moving. She knows that I want to live in a place with little or no crime, good citizens, excellent politicians, sanitary conditions, wonderful weather, and no piracy. So I came here to Port Royal, Jamaica under her advice and I am quite impressed with what I have seen so far. And the Royal Navy in Port Royal recevies such high marks from the Queen herself. And after speaking with Commodore Norrington, I believe this is the best place to live."
The Governor smiled with pride and took a sip of his tea. He was quite happy with this Lord. He was kind, polite, well spoken, and he cared for the common people. Rare qualities anyone would ever find such a high class of person.
"Of course there was the incident with the Black Pearl and the attack on the port a few years back, but it was only one attack, correct?" asked Lord Devilin, looking to the Governor to answer his question.
"Yes, of course. After that horrible situation, The Royal Navy has tightened security in and around the port. So far, there have been no attacks, or attempts of pillaging and plundering in Port Royal." the Governor said with pride and a great big smile.
"Excellent. When her Majesty told me of the attack, she said that Port Royal was not the place for me, but I told her that it was because it was only one attack and the port has the finest Royal Naval officers that the world has ever seen." Lord Devilin said, smiling.
"Lord Devilin, how long do you plan on staying in Port Royal?" asked Will.
"Unfortunately, I can only stay a few days. The King has sent word that I must return to England because of personal matters. But when my business is done there I plan on staying in Port Royal for a very long time." Lord Devilin said with a grin. Elizabeth noticed that Lord Devilin's grin did not meet his cold, obsidian eyes. Something was not right about him. She could feel it.
"So tell me Mrs. Turner, do you think that this ship, the Black Pearl, will ever return to Port Royal?" Lord Devilin asked.
"No, I do not think so. After all, we have taken extreme measures to make sure that any pirate who enters these waters is punished accordingly. But who can really say? Pirates, after all, are unpredictable. But I have a good feeling that they will not return." Elizabeth replied eyeing Lord Devilin carefully.
A man with blonde hair and gray eyes entered wearing a white shirt with billowed sleeves, brown vest, black trousers, and high brown boots. He had a sword at his side as well as a pistol. He looked like a pirate, but he was not. He was the man that had come with Lord Devilin. He went straight to Lord Devilin, whispering something in his ear. Lord Devilin nodded and looked at his gracious hosts.
"You must forgive me, but pressing matters demand my immediate attention. I'm afraid I must take my leave from our tea. But I will return." he said, smiling and standing up, he bowed to Elizabeth. He said his good-byes to Will and the Governor and then left.
When Elizabeth was certain that Lord Devilin and his companion were gone she took Will aside and spoke to him.
"Will, did you get a feeling that something is not right about Lord Devilin?" she asked, worried that they may have done something to endanger Jack.
"Yes, I did." Will said looking at his wife. "Why do you ask?" he asked, concern etched into his face.
"He seemed too interested in the Black Pearl and Jack. It was as if he wanted to know where Jack was. You do not think that Jack did something to him?" she asked.
"No, I do not think so. I mean, yes, Jack would ransom a Lord or Lady, but this Lord Devilin is too dangerous. Jack would have to be completely insane to take him as a hostage."
"What do you mean, Will?" Elizabeth asked.
"Lord Devilin is dangerous. He seems like a snake; harmless and unnoticeable on the ground. But when you step over it, it strikes before you even know what happened." Will explained. That is what Lord Devilin seemed like to him. A snake and a very deadly one at that.
"What should we do? How can we warn Jack?" Elizabeth asked. She looked at Will for an answer. But an unexpected answer came to her. It could work, but it would take a lot of persuasion and promise, but it was their only option.
"What about Commodore Norringtion? We could ask him to help us." Elizabeth said. Will looked at her and thought to himself 'she's gone mad.'
"Ask the Commodore? We can't. He would no sooner let criminals go free than help Jack. You know how he feels about pirates and Jack is not exactly a perfect citizen." Will said. Elizabeth dropped her head and then raised it to look up at Will.
"Do you have a better idea? I have a feeling that if we do not get to Jack in time then something terrible will happen. It will sweep across this ocean like plague, killing everything in sight." Elizabeth said in anger, but not directed at Will.
"Alright, but you will have to talk to him. You will probably have a better influence than me." Will said. Elizabeth smiled and left to find the Commodore. Hopefully he was still at the fort.
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"Commodore, please you must help us Jack is in terrible danger and we have to warn him." Elizabeth pleaded. She was sitting adjacent to the Commodore at his desk. They were in the Commodore's office which had a desk piled high with papers, three chairs, one behind the desk and two in front.
"I am sorry Mrs. Turner, but I can not. I am bound by the law. I can not have my ships used for personal reasons. It would not only reflect poorly on me, but on the entire Royal Fleet in this port. It would cost me my position, and the positions of others who would follow. I am sorry, but there is nothing I can do. Good day Mrs. Turner." Commodore Norrington said, standing up to escort Elizabeth out of his office. Elizabeth bowed her head in defeat and stood up to be escorted out. She looked at the Commodore one last time with pleading eyes.
"Please Commodore Norrington. There must be something you can do." Said Elizabeth. "You wouldn't have to use a Royal ship, any ship would do. We would crew the vessel. I implore you to help. If you cannot help then can Mrs. Norrington? I know she has connections, she could find a way to save Jack."
"My wife no longer associates with pirates Mrs. Turner. That life is behind her and has been for years. I am truly sorry, but Mrs. Norrington and I cannot assist you. Good day." Said the Commodore as he closed his office door on Elizabeth.
Commodore Norrington bowed his head, shaking it in sympathy. There was nothing he could do. His hands were tied, or were they. Commodore Norrington went over to his desk and found a note saying that a pirate ship had been spotted a few days ago off the coast of Port Royal and then disappeared. He smiled. This was the perfect opportunity to help Jack. Even though Jack was a pirate he could not see his friend killed by someone else.
The Commodore immediately sat down and wrote a letter to Elizabeth and Will:
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Turner,
If you wish to help Jack then meet me and my wife at the docks, midnight tonight. Do not be late.
Your Friend,
Commodore Norrington
The Commodore sealed the letter and had it sent immediately to the Turners' house. He hoped that this plan would work, but he would need a crew he could trust. He called for Lievtenants Gillette and Harrion, Quartermaster Jackson, Captain Firston, and Privates MacCavery, Murtogg, and Mullroy. These men he could trust to help in this endeavor, but when they warned Jack, Commodore Norrington would have no choice, but to take him in as it was law.
Commodore Norrington quickly wrote out letters to the chosen men and had them sent and then he sent word to have the H.M.S Montague made ready for departure tonight. He then wrote a letter to his wife, Irene, informing her of the situation and telling her to call on the Governess to look after their first child, young Henry. He was going to need her help with saving Jack. When all this was done the Commodore left to board the Montague to oversee the preparations.
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Will and Elizabeth were quite shocked to receive a letter from the Commodore shortly after Elizabeth's talk with him, but she guessed that maybe he some how changed his mind. They quickly packed a few things and departed from their home to the docks where they were told to meet the Commodore.
They walked down slowly and saw him and his wife standing by the ship waiting for their arrival. Will and Elizabeth both walked up to them and smiled. The Commodore and Mrs. Commodore smiled back, but told them that they had to get on the ship quickly and go to their assigned cabin to wait until it was clear for them to be out and about. The Turners nodded their heads in agreement and boarded the ship quickly as possible. Now they were going to warn Jack and help him as they once did in the old days.
~Author's Note~ I, Twlight Whisper, and Serena Coyote are doing a crossover on our fanfics. I have her permission to use her character, Irene, who is now married to the Commodore in this story. I am not committing piracy. To my reviewers, I am sorry that it took so long to update my story. I was gone and I just came back yesterday, but here is the next chapter. And I decided that I will not highlight on the Devil. He is going to be a mysterious character and we will find out all about Him when the time is right.