Thank you to my reviewers, miss-ferret and Allyse. You guys are really
helping. Sorry about the little gap in between this chapter and Chapter 2.
I'll get Chapter 4 up quick after this one :)
Aragorn's hand flew to Andúril's hilt and it was half-way from its scabbard when Will stopped him.
"Don't dig the hole deeper," he hissed at him. Aragorn reluctantly slid the sword back down into the sheath. He looked up to see the two men now had their muskets pointed at him. He raised his hands.
"I am sorry," said Aragorn, "but what is the meaning of this?"
"I though' I just made that clear," said the first one in a heavy Yorkshire accent. "You're under arrest by ordr of Comm'dore Norrin'ton."
"By order of whom?" said Aragorn.
"Commodore Norrington," said the second man gruffly. He had a very southern English accent. "Don't you know who Commodore Norrington is?"
Aragorn shook his head.
The second bailiff rolled his eyes.
"Commodore Norrington," he said, "is the commander of Port Royal's fleet."
"A fine fleet it is, too," said the first, beaming.
The both of them looked fairly jolly, and Aragorn thought he might just be able to sneak away, until they snapped back into action.
"Any'ow," said the first bailiff, "we've no choice but to take yer down to the gov'ner. We'll be your escorts."
"My name is Lieutenant Thomas Becket," said the second bailiff.
"I'm Private Ives," said the first. "Never knew me mum, forgotten me first name." he muttered, turning Aragorn around brusquely and fastening some shackles around his wrists. Becket kept his musket pointed at him.
"Right less go," said Ives, and put the key ring in his pocket. Becket lowered his musket and grabbed ahold of Aragorn's right arm. Ives took his left. They started walking Aragorn away.
Aragorn looked back at Will desperately. Ives saw this, and faced him back forward.
"Straight ahead, now," he said. "Don't be thinkin' your friend's going to get you out of this."
They were at the end of the street and about to round the corner, when Will caught up to them. He cleared his throat.
"Excuse me good sirs," he said.
Ives turned around.
"Yes?" he said.
"I should like to protest about this arrest," said Will.
Ives narrowed his eyes.
"Woss your name?" he said.
"Will Turner," said Will.
Ives jumped slightly.
"Turner?" he gasped. "'ere, Tom, we've got ourselves Will Turner."
"William Turner?" said Becket. "Mrs Swann's husband?"
"Yes, that is me," said Will.
"Well, well, well," said Ives jovially. "How's the missus then?"
"Ill, for your information," said Will.
"Oh dear," said Becket, concerned.
"But I don't need to talk about that," said Will. "I need to encourage this man's freedom."
Becket and Ives chortled.
"I'm sorry Mr Turner, but we can't do that," said Ives. "See, we've got orders from the gov'ner to arrest this man."
"Why is this?" said Aragorn.
"Well, your behavior on arrival to Port Royal," said Becket.
"Waving a dirty great sword around..." said Ives.
"I ask you," said Becket.
"Please, if you will hear me out, I can explain everything," said Will.
"This man is my brother," he said. "His name is James Turner. He is visiting Port Royal for a couple of days. The reason he had his sword out and about is because he suffers from a slight mental condition and so did not know the significance of what he was doing."
Aragorn shot Will a filthy look.
"He seems smart enough," said Ives, straightening Aragorn up.
"It's not a question of how smart he is," said Will. "True, he is very good with words. However, he does not fully know the consequences resulting from his actions."
The bailiffs considered this for a moment.
"Well, alright, we'll let it go this time," said Becket. "Ives, remove his irons."
Ives took the shackles off Aragorn's wrists.
"And we'll need to take your sword as well," said Becket.
"What?" said Aragorn indignantly.
"You heard me," Becket replied coolly. "Give your sword to Private Ives. When you leave Port Royal, you will have it back."
Will mouthed, "Hand it over," to Aragorn. The guards were watching him so they did not see Will do this. Aragorn reluctantly unbuckled Andúril's scabbard from his belt and passed it over to Ives.
"Good day to you Mr Turner," said Ives. "And you Mr Turner," he added to Will. He and Becket lowered their muskets and walked away down the street.
"Right, that's taken care of," said Will.
"That was brilliant," said Aragorn.
"Thank you...Aragorn, was it?" said Will.
"Yes," said Aragorn with a laugh.
"Right, let's go get you a room in the Eagle's Nest until you can get back to wherever you came from," said Will. They began walking off down the street. Will had puffed himself up again and was walking very pompously - he was now very full of himself.
"I must get my sword back before I leave," said Aragorn darkly.
"I must admit, it was rather well-crafted," said Will, deflating slightly.
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Okay, there's Chapter 3. Sorry it's not all that exciting just yet, but don't worry, it will get better. And, if you're waiting for Jack to turn up, rest assured that he will soon.
Aragorn's hand flew to Andúril's hilt and it was half-way from its scabbard when Will stopped him.
"Don't dig the hole deeper," he hissed at him. Aragorn reluctantly slid the sword back down into the sheath. He looked up to see the two men now had their muskets pointed at him. He raised his hands.
"I am sorry," said Aragorn, "but what is the meaning of this?"
"I though' I just made that clear," said the first one in a heavy Yorkshire accent. "You're under arrest by ordr of Comm'dore Norrin'ton."
"By order of whom?" said Aragorn.
"Commodore Norrington," said the second man gruffly. He had a very southern English accent. "Don't you know who Commodore Norrington is?"
Aragorn shook his head.
The second bailiff rolled his eyes.
"Commodore Norrington," he said, "is the commander of Port Royal's fleet."
"A fine fleet it is, too," said the first, beaming.
The both of them looked fairly jolly, and Aragorn thought he might just be able to sneak away, until they snapped back into action.
"Any'ow," said the first bailiff, "we've no choice but to take yer down to the gov'ner. We'll be your escorts."
"My name is Lieutenant Thomas Becket," said the second bailiff.
"I'm Private Ives," said the first. "Never knew me mum, forgotten me first name." he muttered, turning Aragorn around brusquely and fastening some shackles around his wrists. Becket kept his musket pointed at him.
"Right less go," said Ives, and put the key ring in his pocket. Becket lowered his musket and grabbed ahold of Aragorn's right arm. Ives took his left. They started walking Aragorn away.
Aragorn looked back at Will desperately. Ives saw this, and faced him back forward.
"Straight ahead, now," he said. "Don't be thinkin' your friend's going to get you out of this."
They were at the end of the street and about to round the corner, when Will caught up to them. He cleared his throat.
"Excuse me good sirs," he said.
Ives turned around.
"Yes?" he said.
"I should like to protest about this arrest," said Will.
Ives narrowed his eyes.
"Woss your name?" he said.
"Will Turner," said Will.
Ives jumped slightly.
"Turner?" he gasped. "'ere, Tom, we've got ourselves Will Turner."
"William Turner?" said Becket. "Mrs Swann's husband?"
"Yes, that is me," said Will.
"Well, well, well," said Ives jovially. "How's the missus then?"
"Ill, for your information," said Will.
"Oh dear," said Becket, concerned.
"But I don't need to talk about that," said Will. "I need to encourage this man's freedom."
Becket and Ives chortled.
"I'm sorry Mr Turner, but we can't do that," said Ives. "See, we've got orders from the gov'ner to arrest this man."
"Why is this?" said Aragorn.
"Well, your behavior on arrival to Port Royal," said Becket.
"Waving a dirty great sword around..." said Ives.
"I ask you," said Becket.
"Please, if you will hear me out, I can explain everything," said Will.
"This man is my brother," he said. "His name is James Turner. He is visiting Port Royal for a couple of days. The reason he had his sword out and about is because he suffers from a slight mental condition and so did not know the significance of what he was doing."
Aragorn shot Will a filthy look.
"He seems smart enough," said Ives, straightening Aragorn up.
"It's not a question of how smart he is," said Will. "True, he is very good with words. However, he does not fully know the consequences resulting from his actions."
The bailiffs considered this for a moment.
"Well, alright, we'll let it go this time," said Becket. "Ives, remove his irons."
Ives took the shackles off Aragorn's wrists.
"And we'll need to take your sword as well," said Becket.
"What?" said Aragorn indignantly.
"You heard me," Becket replied coolly. "Give your sword to Private Ives. When you leave Port Royal, you will have it back."
Will mouthed, "Hand it over," to Aragorn. The guards were watching him so they did not see Will do this. Aragorn reluctantly unbuckled Andúril's scabbard from his belt and passed it over to Ives.
"Good day to you Mr Turner," said Ives. "And you Mr Turner," he added to Will. He and Becket lowered their muskets and walked away down the street.
"Right, that's taken care of," said Will.
"That was brilliant," said Aragorn.
"Thank you...Aragorn, was it?" said Will.
"Yes," said Aragorn with a laugh.
"Right, let's go get you a room in the Eagle's Nest until you can get back to wherever you came from," said Will. They began walking off down the street. Will had puffed himself up again and was walking very pompously - he was now very full of himself.
"I must get my sword back before I leave," said Aragorn darkly.
"I must admit, it was rather well-crafted," said Will, deflating slightly.
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Okay, there's Chapter 3. Sorry it's not all that exciting just yet, but don't worry, it will get better. And, if you're waiting for Jack to turn up, rest assured that he will soon.