Chapter Five: Plans made
A/N: Anyone see former Pres. Bush skydive today? Coooool! Yeah... I thought that was nifty, but that's just me. I think I'd have a heart attack if I did it. :)
Ana Maria woke up some time later to find herself lying down on Jack's lap. The pirate Captain was stretched out, his even breathing telling her that he was asleep. His eyes were clenched shut, as if he were in pain. She sat up and placed a hand on his face. "Jack?"
"Huh?" He blinked as he woke up, looking slightly disoriented. "Wha' is it, luv?"
"You all right?"
He gave her a half smile. "Just dandy, luv."
Ana frowned. It had been near three weeks since their run in with the pirate that wanted the Pearl. His ribs had healed nicely, but he'd pulled the stitches at least once of the gunshot wound in his side since he had been patched up. He was by no means completely healed.
"An' they don' need to know that," Jack said, as if reading her mind.
Ana looked down. "I worry about you."
"I know, luv, but don'." He flashed her a wide grin. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. I'll be fine."
"You say that as if that's enough."
"An' isnot?"
"Someday it won't be, Jack."
"But for now it is, luv."
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"You're not leaving me behind!"
Will sighed heavily as he hooked his sword on his belt. "'Lizabeth, I won't put you in danger."
Elizabeth glared. "I'm not a fragile doll, Will! You know that." She paused, a hurt look in her eyes. "They're my friends too."
"I know," Will responded, pulling his wife into his arms. "But what about what we talked about last night?"
"It's not for certain, Will!"
"But it IS a possibility. Elizabeth, please stay?"
"You've got it stuck in your head for me to stay here, haven't you?"
"I do."
"I'll be bored.
"You'll be fine," Will answered her as he kissed her, hushing his lovely wife. "Don't worry. Jack and Ana Maria will be fine."
"He's still hurt."
"I know, but more than likely THEY don't know that. Or didn't when they picked him up."
"That's not encouraging!"
"The lad is only thinking of your safety, Elizabeth," her father's voice said from the doorway. The Governor stood next to Commodore Norrington. "I believe it's foolish enough for him to go gallivanting after pirates, but.... I'm beginning to also see the friendship that you share."
"I assure you I have done all I can to assist your husband in his task," Norrington said stiffly. He made eye contact with her, his own thoughts portrayed in his gaze. He'll be fine. We know that God doesn't seem to want Jack Sparrow yet.
Elizabeth hugged her husband. "Be safe," she whispered. "Come back to me in one piece."
"Of course."
"You better."
"I will."
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Jack's ears perked when he heard the guard shifting outside their cell. He was mumbling something about no treasure being worth the possibility of a curse. So Anderson's underlings knew of the treasure.... That was interesting.
A plan started to form just as the guards changed places, a new one replacing the old. Jack shifted under Ana Maria's sleeping form. He motioned for her to be quiet as he stood. "'ey, mate?" the pirate called to the guard.
"Whadya want?"
Jack leaned against the bars a bit, stretching his hands through them. The guard looked at him oddly. No surprise there. "So you an' Anderson want the treasure, eh?"
"Aye. Tha's what we're aimin' at. Willing to tell where it is?"
"Not to you, mate."
"Then to who, pray tell?"
"Tha' man that just left," the pirate answered, motioning with a partially limp hand out the way the first guard had left. "'e knows all 'bout it, mate. For a price, 'course." Jack leaned forward, hands on the bars to keep him from smacking into them. "Ya know, mate, I 'eard 'im talkin' earlier. 'e was sayin' somethin' to 'imself – asleep I 'magine – 'e went on mumblin' 'bout 'ow 'e was gonna get the gold an' any treasure for 'imself. 'e and an other guard in on it. Gonna kill anyone else in on it, 'e said. 'e and 'is friend gonna mutiny against yer good friend Anderson. What say you to that?"
"I say yer a bloody lyin' pirate, tha's what!"
Jack feigned hurt. "Son, why would I do tha'?"
"Because yer a pirate. Why would you 'ave any reason to tell me 'bout a mutiny?"
"Because, mate, I've 'ad my bad luck with mutinies before. I wouldn' even put my worst enemy through it, I'd wager. I can't stand any man tha' would turn on 'is captain, savvy? I'd guess I'd 'ate someone like tha' more 'n Anderson."
The guard shifted. "Makes sense."
"'Course it does."
The guard began to fidget in his chair, eyes looking panicked. "'e's gonna kill us?"
"Tha's jus' what 'e said, mate." Jack shrugged. "Tha's all I can tell ye."
The guard nodded. "Yeah..." he mumbled, standing. He left without another word.
Ana Maria looked up at all that. "You have a plan?"
"I have a plan," he drawled, a well known smirk crossing his features.
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"What are they going to do with him?!"
"Mrs. Bruckworth, please!" Will protested as he tossed another bag into the long boat. He had been slightly surprised with the speed that the Pearl had been repaired, but Norrington had pulled strings to have it done quickly. Now if he could just get this woman to leave him be so he could go rescue Jack.... Marie Bruckworth had staid at Port Royal with her husband after finding out that her son – whom she had not seen for a good fifteen or sixteen years – frequented the harbor. Will had almost convinced himself she was more than the average stuck up proper Londoner than he first thought she was, but her wailing was getting on his nerves. "I can't do anything for him unless you let me go, m'lady!"
She stopped, tears streaming down her face. "But he'll be all right?"
Will smiled. "Ma'am, he's Captain Jack Sparrow. Of course he'll be all right." That said, Will piled into the boat and started off for the Pearl.
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A/N: Okay, that was weird. I think LaVieSansAmour is having precognitive tendencies. I was just writing "oh.... I've only gotten one review for this chapter! How sad!" when one of those "You have mail" things popped up on my screen and I had another review! Yay! Lol Much thanks!
Kungfuchick: Oh he will die... very very horrible death. ::evil cackle:: bwahahahahaa! Eh.... :: notices everyone is looking at her like the nutcase she is:: Umm.... Eh... ::goes back to writing::
LaVieSansAmour: I swear.... You must be clairvoyant or something with the whole email thing. (see above note) really weird.... Here's the next addition, per you're request! :) Have fun
A/N: Anyone see former Pres. Bush skydive today? Coooool! Yeah... I thought that was nifty, but that's just me. I think I'd have a heart attack if I did it. :)
Ana Maria woke up some time later to find herself lying down on Jack's lap. The pirate Captain was stretched out, his even breathing telling her that he was asleep. His eyes were clenched shut, as if he were in pain. She sat up and placed a hand on his face. "Jack?"
"Huh?" He blinked as he woke up, looking slightly disoriented. "Wha' is it, luv?"
"You all right?"
He gave her a half smile. "Just dandy, luv."
Ana frowned. It had been near three weeks since their run in with the pirate that wanted the Pearl. His ribs had healed nicely, but he'd pulled the stitches at least once of the gunshot wound in his side since he had been patched up. He was by no means completely healed.
"An' they don' need to know that," Jack said, as if reading her mind.
Ana looked down. "I worry about you."
"I know, luv, but don'." He flashed her a wide grin. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. I'll be fine."
"You say that as if that's enough."
"An' isnot?"
"Someday it won't be, Jack."
"But for now it is, luv."
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"You're not leaving me behind!"
Will sighed heavily as he hooked his sword on his belt. "'Lizabeth, I won't put you in danger."
Elizabeth glared. "I'm not a fragile doll, Will! You know that." She paused, a hurt look in her eyes. "They're my friends too."
"I know," Will responded, pulling his wife into his arms. "But what about what we talked about last night?"
"It's not for certain, Will!"
"But it IS a possibility. Elizabeth, please stay?"
"You've got it stuck in your head for me to stay here, haven't you?"
"I do."
"I'll be bored.
"You'll be fine," Will answered her as he kissed her, hushing his lovely wife. "Don't worry. Jack and Ana Maria will be fine."
"He's still hurt."
"I know, but more than likely THEY don't know that. Or didn't when they picked him up."
"That's not encouraging!"
"The lad is only thinking of your safety, Elizabeth," her father's voice said from the doorway. The Governor stood next to Commodore Norrington. "I believe it's foolish enough for him to go gallivanting after pirates, but.... I'm beginning to also see the friendship that you share."
"I assure you I have done all I can to assist your husband in his task," Norrington said stiffly. He made eye contact with her, his own thoughts portrayed in his gaze. He'll be fine. We know that God doesn't seem to want Jack Sparrow yet.
Elizabeth hugged her husband. "Be safe," she whispered. "Come back to me in one piece."
"Of course."
"You better."
"I will."
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Jack's ears perked when he heard the guard shifting outside their cell. He was mumbling something about no treasure being worth the possibility of a curse. So Anderson's underlings knew of the treasure.... That was interesting.
A plan started to form just as the guards changed places, a new one replacing the old. Jack shifted under Ana Maria's sleeping form. He motioned for her to be quiet as he stood. "'ey, mate?" the pirate called to the guard.
"Whadya want?"
Jack leaned against the bars a bit, stretching his hands through them. The guard looked at him oddly. No surprise there. "So you an' Anderson want the treasure, eh?"
"Aye. Tha's what we're aimin' at. Willing to tell where it is?"
"Not to you, mate."
"Then to who, pray tell?"
"Tha' man that just left," the pirate answered, motioning with a partially limp hand out the way the first guard had left. "'e knows all 'bout it, mate. For a price, 'course." Jack leaned forward, hands on the bars to keep him from smacking into them. "Ya know, mate, I 'eard 'im talkin' earlier. 'e was sayin' somethin' to 'imself – asleep I 'magine – 'e went on mumblin' 'bout 'ow 'e was gonna get the gold an' any treasure for 'imself. 'e and an other guard in on it. Gonna kill anyone else in on it, 'e said. 'e and 'is friend gonna mutiny against yer good friend Anderson. What say you to that?"
"I say yer a bloody lyin' pirate, tha's what!"
Jack feigned hurt. "Son, why would I do tha'?"
"Because yer a pirate. Why would you 'ave any reason to tell me 'bout a mutiny?"
"Because, mate, I've 'ad my bad luck with mutinies before. I wouldn' even put my worst enemy through it, I'd wager. I can't stand any man tha' would turn on 'is captain, savvy? I'd guess I'd 'ate someone like tha' more 'n Anderson."
The guard shifted. "Makes sense."
"'Course it does."
The guard began to fidget in his chair, eyes looking panicked. "'e's gonna kill us?"
"Tha's jus' what 'e said, mate." Jack shrugged. "Tha's all I can tell ye."
The guard nodded. "Yeah..." he mumbled, standing. He left without another word.
Ana Maria looked up at all that. "You have a plan?"
"I have a plan," he drawled, a well known smirk crossing his features.
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"What are they going to do with him?!"
"Mrs. Bruckworth, please!" Will protested as he tossed another bag into the long boat. He had been slightly surprised with the speed that the Pearl had been repaired, but Norrington had pulled strings to have it done quickly. Now if he could just get this woman to leave him be so he could go rescue Jack.... Marie Bruckworth had staid at Port Royal with her husband after finding out that her son – whom she had not seen for a good fifteen or sixteen years – frequented the harbor. Will had almost convinced himself she was more than the average stuck up proper Londoner than he first thought she was, but her wailing was getting on his nerves. "I can't do anything for him unless you let me go, m'lady!"
She stopped, tears streaming down her face. "But he'll be all right?"
Will smiled. "Ma'am, he's Captain Jack Sparrow. Of course he'll be all right." That said, Will piled into the boat and started off for the Pearl.
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A/N: Okay, that was weird. I think LaVieSansAmour is having precognitive tendencies. I was just writing "oh.... I've only gotten one review for this chapter! How sad!" when one of those "You have mail" things popped up on my screen and I had another review! Yay! Lol Much thanks!
Kungfuchick: Oh he will die... very very horrible death. ::evil cackle:: bwahahahahaa! Eh.... :: notices everyone is looking at her like the nutcase she is:: Umm.... Eh... ::goes back to writing::
LaVieSansAmour: I swear.... You must be clairvoyant or something with the whole email thing. (see above note) really weird.... Here's the next addition, per you're request! :) Have fun