I'M BACK!! Sorry, I know... 2 and a half months with not one update, that is
pretty bad. But I do have an excuse, and you can read it after my chapter.
For now though, thanks for sticking with me. Hope you like it!
Enjoy! ((((()))))
Taking Your Chances Betraying and Learning
Captain Bailey, sat mumbling swears to himself for letting the wench have such an easy shot. If it hadn't been for that crewman she could have caused a lot more havoc on board before Sparrow returned.
Speaking of the man, Zachary rose from his position on the floor and hobbled out of the cabin, to check for him.
Reaching above deck, the Captain straightened himself and walked as regularly as possible towards his first mate. He was not going to let his crew know that a woman had bested him.
"Milarri," Zachary spoke to his first mate. "Any signs o' Sparrow or the Turners yet?"
He received no answer, in fact the man didn't even spare him a glance. Waiting as patiently as a pirate captain did, when he'd just been kicked where the sun don't shine, Zachary leaned into his first mate's ear and yelled, "MILARRI!!!! Any signs of them?"
Silently, and still undisturbed, Milarri raised a dirt-covered finger and pointed out towards Port Royal.
Following his gaze and finger, Captain Zachary squinted into the distant to see one of the Betrayal's rowboats, particularly the one he'd lend Jack Sparrow to get ashore, rocking violently, empty, from side to side.
Calling for his spyglass, he quickly grabbed it from one of his crewmates hands, and lifted it to his eye. After a few moments, Zachary realized that indeed the boat was not empty, but carried three people. The three people he needed to complete his revenge.
Grinning wickedly, Captain Bailey broke the silence that reigned on his ship, "Get back tah work, the lot-a ya!" Motioning to a few men, "and ye five, come wit me to greet our new guest."
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Onboard the small boat, just off the shore of Port Royal, the three people whom Captain Zachary Bailey had noticed were in a struggle for the oars, or at least two of the were.
"Jack Sparrow, give me that oar back! You're already hurt enough, and I can paddle just fine along with Will!" Elizabeth stood, shaking the boat, but she somehow kept her balance.
"First off, 's Cap'n Jack Sparrow. Second, me bloody leg is hurt, not me arms! And thirdly although, I'm sure ye could keep a fine pace wit yar dear 'usband, missy, ye would just slow us down." Jack said, matter-of-factly, dipping the oar in the water.
"And what is the hurry, Captain Sparrow? My father always said slow and steady wins the race." Elizabeth flopped down once again beside Will, who had been paddling silently, head ducked.
"Aye, but I bet 'e didn't mention anythin' bout slow and steady saving a life, savvy?" Jack snapped before thinking.
"A life?" Will joined the conversation, picking up on Jack's mistake, "What are you talking about Jack?"
Jack burned to tell them the truth, but he wouldn't risk the woman he loved. So he simply handed the oar back to Elizabeth defeated. "Nothin'. Meant nothin'."
When they reached the side of a beautifully carved ship, a rope was dropped and a voice, Jack recognized as Zachary's, called down, "Lady, you first!"
Will helped Elizabeth grip the rope and she was lifted gently into the air and a few grungy looking men helped her over the side railing. Seconds after her feet hit the deck, and unknown to the men below, a hand wrapped itself around her mouth and she felt a dagger pressed against her delicate throat.
Waiting below, Jack and Will watched as the rope was dropped down again along with another. 'Odd,' Will thought, 'Why didn't they do that in the first place?' Shrugging it off, William tied the rope around his hand and looked over at Jack, who also had the rope in his hand.
Jack looked up in time to catch Will's eyes on him, feeling like he owe this man enough to say something, Jack whispered as quietly as he possible could, "'m sorry William Turner, but I had to." And with that himself and Will, who was confused by Jack Sparrow's sincere words were lifted onto the Betrayal.
Before Will had enough time to take in the sight of Elizabeth and the dagger, two burly crewmen grabbed him. "Elizabeth! What's going on here, Jack?" Will turned his fiery eyes on Jack, who was left, untouched, by the railing. "You bastard!" Will screamed, figuring out what must have happened. "What, did your Pearl get kidnapped? So you had to sell something to get it back?" Will spit in his direction, "Are we your trade, CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW?"
"My boy, do calm down!" A man, which Will assumed to be the Captain of this vessel. "From wha' I 'ear of ya, I didn't believe ye to be a rash man."
"Who are you?" Will snarled at the man.
"Ah yes, introductions o' course. I am Cap'n of this 'ere beautiful ship, and me name is..."
"'Is name's Zachary Bailey and your on the Betrayal." Jack's gruff voice broke in. "Now where is she?"
Zachary turned to Jack, obviously flustered about being interrupted, "Men, why not join our good Cap'n 'ere with 'is wench."
Jack didn't have time for another thought, before one of Captain Bailey's men smashed him over the head with a pistol butt.
Elizabeth gasped behind the sweaty man's hand, at the shock of Jack Sparrow sprawled out across the deck. Struggling suddenly, she bit down hard on the man's hand, and was satisfied with the howl she heard follow it. However he still kept a fairly tight grip to the dagger on her throat.
Zachary could sympathize with the crewman's hand, for he had early received such a bite from Anamaria. And as a few men gathered Sparrow's body to put him below in the brig, he sighed aloud and muttered, "Put the others with 'em as well. And make sure that Sparrow and that one," he pointed to Will, "are put in different cells."
As he walked away, a thought occurred to him, he still had no idea where Isla de Muerta was. Twisting his head back the pirate captain called out to his first mate. "Milarri."
"Aye Cap'n?" Milarri rushed towards him.
"Set up the torture room for three, and bring a chair, rope, and... oh, some rum."
Milarri looked at him strangely, but nodded his head and scurried off to do as he was told.
Zachary was still grinning; by the time he reached his cabin, after demanding one of his men tell him when Jack awoke. 'And now,' he thought 'we wait.'
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In the brig, Elizabeth was placed, non-too gently, in the largest cell, while Will and Jack's unconscious form where dropped into the other two smaller ones.
Will waited until the nasty men that had brought them had completely ascended the stairs before running towards Elizabeth's cell. Reaching his arms through the bars, he engulfed her in giant, comforting hug.
"What are we going to do?" Elizabeth's eyes were shining with tears.
"I don't know." Will answered truthfully, "I never thought Jack would betray us like this. We were his friends."
"I'm not sure he did, Will." Elizabeth glanced at the captain over her shoulder. "They wouldn't have hit him, if he was on their side, would they?"
"It is odd... but nothing could explain, why he would make up some story to get us to come aboard, Liz."
Elizabeth nodded in agreement, "I'm scared Will. What about Rebecca? Oh, why did we have to leave her?"
"It is much better that we left her. Who knows what they would have done to our baby girl, had she come?" Will replied, still hugging her tightly to his chest across the cold bars.
"Ye don't wanna know." A small voice, barely audible in the silent room came from the dark corner beside them in Elizabeth's cell.
Elizabeth screamed and stumbled away from her husband to the opposite corner of where the voice had come from.
"Whose there?" Will asked, taking a few steps away form the voice as well. "Show your self!"
"'Is me. Anamaria." She cleared her throat and ducked out of the corner she'd been hiding in.
Elizabeth noticed her clutching the back of her head, and went to see if she could help. "What happened Anamaria? Why are you here? Why is Jack here?"
"Too many questions, girl. Me 'ead 'urts enough without all 'em anyways." Anamaria groaned and wobbled on her feet. Elizabeth reached her in time to help her sit down, before she fell over. Looking in her eyes, Elizabeth could see Anamaria's gratitude without her having to say it.
Will, had come back closer, and was leaning against the bars, watching the two women intently. "Anamaria?" He asked.
She glanced up at him and sighed, sure of what he wanted to know. "Look Turner, I don't know everythin' that's been goin' on 'ere."
"Yeah, but you know more than we do." He pleaded. "At least tell us what's wrong with Jack, it's not another curse is it?"
"Jack?" Anamaria twisted around and pushed Elizabeth put of the way, to see the captain lying behind them. "'Es unconscious, no doubt. But aside from that, nothin' is unusual bout Jack, I mean nothin' that wasn't already unusual." Anamaria frowned at her own words, not quite making sense.
"Then why did he trick us aboard this godforsaken ship?" Elizabeth screamed stomping her foot.
"Oh... he, he... Jack did tha' for, for me, I guess." Anamaria shifted uncomfortably under each of the Turner's stares. "It seems, I'm gonna 'ave to s'plain this story to ya after all."
"That would be best." Elizabeth sat down beside her and crossed her arms.
And so Anamaria explained the story to the couple, starting with Delana and ending with Jack having to bring them back before sunset.
"So now, ye understand why Jack 'ad to bring ye 'ere." Anamaria looked at them questionable.
"They oughta. Tha' was pretty good s'plaining, if I do say so myself, Ana."
The three other captives looked on in surprise as Jack Sparrow used his cell's bars to haul himself up.
"Jack! Yer up." Anamaria stood as fast as her body could handle and hobbled towards him. "Are ye alright?" She asked, trying not to sound too concerned.
"'E's fine." Zachary Bailey smirked, standing from his position on the stairs, where he'd been spying for some time. "I 'ave a surprise for all o' ye." And with those words he turned away from them and yelled up the stairs for a few men to join him.
When eight, big, muscular, ugly pirates had come to help Captain Bailey get the four captives out of their cells, he lead the way up a flight of stairs and turned into a small crowded room.
"Tie Sparrow to the chair o'er there," Zachary pointed so that his men knew what he meant, "And the others... chain them to wall."
When all the ropes and shackled had been tied, Jack Sparrow sat with his back to a wall and his hands and feet tied to the chair. On the wall that he faced William Turner and Elizabeth Turner were strung up next to each other. And from chains in the middle of the room, Anamaria hung with her back to the Turners and her eyes were staring deeply into Jack's.
The Captain of the Betrayal had sent his men from the room and was just closing the door when he heard Jack growl, "What is this?"
"Ah, Cap'n Sparrow, welcome to the Torture Room." Zachary replied, and then grinned sardonically when he heard the young Elizabeth whimper.
TBC ((((()))))
Alright, that sucked, I know. But I haven't written the story in a long time (another excuse), so I'm trying to get everything settled again. At first I had no idea where this story was headed, I was just writing it as it came to me. So I had to stop for a while until I could figure a way to fit everything together. And now I have found that way, so no more worries! I still dunno how fast I will update, since I'm going on vacation soon. But I at least know where the story is heading now, and there will only be a few more chapters.
And many thanks and apologies to my reviewers, who have been waiting a hell of a long time for this next chapter. Thanks so much for reviewing anyways!
I'm off to write the next chapter as quickly as possible, okay? Happy now? -Rachel
Enjoy! ((((()))))
Taking Your Chances Betraying and Learning
Captain Bailey, sat mumbling swears to himself for letting the wench have such an easy shot. If it hadn't been for that crewman she could have caused a lot more havoc on board before Sparrow returned.
Speaking of the man, Zachary rose from his position on the floor and hobbled out of the cabin, to check for him.
Reaching above deck, the Captain straightened himself and walked as regularly as possible towards his first mate. He was not going to let his crew know that a woman had bested him.
"Milarri," Zachary spoke to his first mate. "Any signs o' Sparrow or the Turners yet?"
He received no answer, in fact the man didn't even spare him a glance. Waiting as patiently as a pirate captain did, when he'd just been kicked where the sun don't shine, Zachary leaned into his first mate's ear and yelled, "MILARRI!!!! Any signs of them?"
Silently, and still undisturbed, Milarri raised a dirt-covered finger and pointed out towards Port Royal.
Following his gaze and finger, Captain Zachary squinted into the distant to see one of the Betrayal's rowboats, particularly the one he'd lend Jack Sparrow to get ashore, rocking violently, empty, from side to side.
Calling for his spyglass, he quickly grabbed it from one of his crewmates hands, and lifted it to his eye. After a few moments, Zachary realized that indeed the boat was not empty, but carried three people. The three people he needed to complete his revenge.
Grinning wickedly, Captain Bailey broke the silence that reigned on his ship, "Get back tah work, the lot-a ya!" Motioning to a few men, "and ye five, come wit me to greet our new guest."
((((()))))
Onboard the small boat, just off the shore of Port Royal, the three people whom Captain Zachary Bailey had noticed were in a struggle for the oars, or at least two of the were.
"Jack Sparrow, give me that oar back! You're already hurt enough, and I can paddle just fine along with Will!" Elizabeth stood, shaking the boat, but she somehow kept her balance.
"First off, 's Cap'n Jack Sparrow. Second, me bloody leg is hurt, not me arms! And thirdly although, I'm sure ye could keep a fine pace wit yar dear 'usband, missy, ye would just slow us down." Jack said, matter-of-factly, dipping the oar in the water.
"And what is the hurry, Captain Sparrow? My father always said slow and steady wins the race." Elizabeth flopped down once again beside Will, who had been paddling silently, head ducked.
"Aye, but I bet 'e didn't mention anythin' bout slow and steady saving a life, savvy?" Jack snapped before thinking.
"A life?" Will joined the conversation, picking up on Jack's mistake, "What are you talking about Jack?"
Jack burned to tell them the truth, but he wouldn't risk the woman he loved. So he simply handed the oar back to Elizabeth defeated. "Nothin'. Meant nothin'."
When they reached the side of a beautifully carved ship, a rope was dropped and a voice, Jack recognized as Zachary's, called down, "Lady, you first!"
Will helped Elizabeth grip the rope and she was lifted gently into the air and a few grungy looking men helped her over the side railing. Seconds after her feet hit the deck, and unknown to the men below, a hand wrapped itself around her mouth and she felt a dagger pressed against her delicate throat.
Waiting below, Jack and Will watched as the rope was dropped down again along with another. 'Odd,' Will thought, 'Why didn't they do that in the first place?' Shrugging it off, William tied the rope around his hand and looked over at Jack, who also had the rope in his hand.
Jack looked up in time to catch Will's eyes on him, feeling like he owe this man enough to say something, Jack whispered as quietly as he possible could, "'m sorry William Turner, but I had to." And with that himself and Will, who was confused by Jack Sparrow's sincere words were lifted onto the Betrayal.
Before Will had enough time to take in the sight of Elizabeth and the dagger, two burly crewmen grabbed him. "Elizabeth! What's going on here, Jack?" Will turned his fiery eyes on Jack, who was left, untouched, by the railing. "You bastard!" Will screamed, figuring out what must have happened. "What, did your Pearl get kidnapped? So you had to sell something to get it back?" Will spit in his direction, "Are we your trade, CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW?"
"My boy, do calm down!" A man, which Will assumed to be the Captain of this vessel. "From wha' I 'ear of ya, I didn't believe ye to be a rash man."
"Who are you?" Will snarled at the man.
"Ah yes, introductions o' course. I am Cap'n of this 'ere beautiful ship, and me name is..."
"'Is name's Zachary Bailey and your on the Betrayal." Jack's gruff voice broke in. "Now where is she?"
Zachary turned to Jack, obviously flustered about being interrupted, "Men, why not join our good Cap'n 'ere with 'is wench."
Jack didn't have time for another thought, before one of Captain Bailey's men smashed him over the head with a pistol butt.
Elizabeth gasped behind the sweaty man's hand, at the shock of Jack Sparrow sprawled out across the deck. Struggling suddenly, she bit down hard on the man's hand, and was satisfied with the howl she heard follow it. However he still kept a fairly tight grip to the dagger on her throat.
Zachary could sympathize with the crewman's hand, for he had early received such a bite from Anamaria. And as a few men gathered Sparrow's body to put him below in the brig, he sighed aloud and muttered, "Put the others with 'em as well. And make sure that Sparrow and that one," he pointed to Will, "are put in different cells."
As he walked away, a thought occurred to him, he still had no idea where Isla de Muerta was. Twisting his head back the pirate captain called out to his first mate. "Milarri."
"Aye Cap'n?" Milarri rushed towards him.
"Set up the torture room for three, and bring a chair, rope, and... oh, some rum."
Milarri looked at him strangely, but nodded his head and scurried off to do as he was told.
Zachary was still grinning; by the time he reached his cabin, after demanding one of his men tell him when Jack awoke. 'And now,' he thought 'we wait.'
((((()))))
In the brig, Elizabeth was placed, non-too gently, in the largest cell, while Will and Jack's unconscious form where dropped into the other two smaller ones.
Will waited until the nasty men that had brought them had completely ascended the stairs before running towards Elizabeth's cell. Reaching his arms through the bars, he engulfed her in giant, comforting hug.
"What are we going to do?" Elizabeth's eyes were shining with tears.
"I don't know." Will answered truthfully, "I never thought Jack would betray us like this. We were his friends."
"I'm not sure he did, Will." Elizabeth glanced at the captain over her shoulder. "They wouldn't have hit him, if he was on their side, would they?"
"It is odd... but nothing could explain, why he would make up some story to get us to come aboard, Liz."
Elizabeth nodded in agreement, "I'm scared Will. What about Rebecca? Oh, why did we have to leave her?"
"It is much better that we left her. Who knows what they would have done to our baby girl, had she come?" Will replied, still hugging her tightly to his chest across the cold bars.
"Ye don't wanna know." A small voice, barely audible in the silent room came from the dark corner beside them in Elizabeth's cell.
Elizabeth screamed and stumbled away from her husband to the opposite corner of where the voice had come from.
"Whose there?" Will asked, taking a few steps away form the voice as well. "Show your self!"
"'Is me. Anamaria." She cleared her throat and ducked out of the corner she'd been hiding in.
Elizabeth noticed her clutching the back of her head, and went to see if she could help. "What happened Anamaria? Why are you here? Why is Jack here?"
"Too many questions, girl. Me 'ead 'urts enough without all 'em anyways." Anamaria groaned and wobbled on her feet. Elizabeth reached her in time to help her sit down, before she fell over. Looking in her eyes, Elizabeth could see Anamaria's gratitude without her having to say it.
Will, had come back closer, and was leaning against the bars, watching the two women intently. "Anamaria?" He asked.
She glanced up at him and sighed, sure of what he wanted to know. "Look Turner, I don't know everythin' that's been goin' on 'ere."
"Yeah, but you know more than we do." He pleaded. "At least tell us what's wrong with Jack, it's not another curse is it?"
"Jack?" Anamaria twisted around and pushed Elizabeth put of the way, to see the captain lying behind them. "'Es unconscious, no doubt. But aside from that, nothin' is unusual bout Jack, I mean nothin' that wasn't already unusual." Anamaria frowned at her own words, not quite making sense.
"Then why did he trick us aboard this godforsaken ship?" Elizabeth screamed stomping her foot.
"Oh... he, he... Jack did tha' for, for me, I guess." Anamaria shifted uncomfortably under each of the Turner's stares. "It seems, I'm gonna 'ave to s'plain this story to ya after all."
"That would be best." Elizabeth sat down beside her and crossed her arms.
And so Anamaria explained the story to the couple, starting with Delana and ending with Jack having to bring them back before sunset.
"So now, ye understand why Jack 'ad to bring ye 'ere." Anamaria looked at them questionable.
"They oughta. Tha' was pretty good s'plaining, if I do say so myself, Ana."
The three other captives looked on in surprise as Jack Sparrow used his cell's bars to haul himself up.
"Jack! Yer up." Anamaria stood as fast as her body could handle and hobbled towards him. "Are ye alright?" She asked, trying not to sound too concerned.
"'E's fine." Zachary Bailey smirked, standing from his position on the stairs, where he'd been spying for some time. "I 'ave a surprise for all o' ye." And with those words he turned away from them and yelled up the stairs for a few men to join him.
When eight, big, muscular, ugly pirates had come to help Captain Bailey get the four captives out of their cells, he lead the way up a flight of stairs and turned into a small crowded room.
"Tie Sparrow to the chair o'er there," Zachary pointed so that his men knew what he meant, "And the others... chain them to wall."
When all the ropes and shackled had been tied, Jack Sparrow sat with his back to a wall and his hands and feet tied to the chair. On the wall that he faced William Turner and Elizabeth Turner were strung up next to each other. And from chains in the middle of the room, Anamaria hung with her back to the Turners and her eyes were staring deeply into Jack's.
The Captain of the Betrayal had sent his men from the room and was just closing the door when he heard Jack growl, "What is this?"
"Ah, Cap'n Sparrow, welcome to the Torture Room." Zachary replied, and then grinned sardonically when he heard the young Elizabeth whimper.
TBC ((((()))))
Alright, that sucked, I know. But I haven't written the story in a long time (another excuse), so I'm trying to get everything settled again. At first I had no idea where this story was headed, I was just writing it as it came to me. So I had to stop for a while until I could figure a way to fit everything together. And now I have found that way, so no more worries! I still dunno how fast I will update, since I'm going on vacation soon. But I at least know where the story is heading now, and there will only be a few more chapters.
And many thanks and apologies to my reviewers, who have been waiting a hell of a long time for this next chapter. Thanks so much for reviewing anyways!
I'm off to write the next chapter as quickly as possible, okay? Happy now? -Rachel