Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own PoTC. They belong to whoever created them, which would be Disney.
AN: I'm sorry it took so long. I've been in the process of cleaning my room, reading, and writing this chapter. But, to no avail, here it is and I hope you like it.
Dragon Girl Revlis: Yes, thank you, my vacation was fine. Although I did not go any place warm. I went up to Illinois to visit a friend who just had a baby. I had a great time since I hadn't seen her in over three years.
Louisefamesavvy: I know that you asked this question in your review of Sui Generis but since that story is complete, I figured I would answer your question here. The song in chapter 8 of Sui Generis is 'Everything' by Lifehouse. I am not sure which CD of theirs it is on, but I do know it is on the Smallville soundtrack.
Silver and Gold
Chapter 3: Port Royal Revisited
Five year old Alex Turner swung the long stick in the air, following the same routine that he had seen his father perform only an hour before. He idolized his father, watched him practice his swordsmanship everyday in hopes that he could one day be exactly like him.
Alex stumbled as he sidestepped his invisible opponent, falling to his hands and knees on the sandy beach. He sat back slowly, settling down in the sand, the stick held in his two, small, childish hands. "I'll never be like daddy," he mumbled.
"It seems ta me lad," a voice said behind him, "that your footwork needs a little practice."
Alex perked up at the voice. He knew that voice, he would know it anywhere. "Uncle Jack!" he cried, jumping to his feet and throwing his arms around the older man's legs.
Jack placed one hand on the boy's brown hair, tussling it slightly. Alex's face scrunched up slightly and he reached up to push Jack's hand off of his head and then smoothed his hair down. "Don't do that, Uncle Jack! You'll mess up my hair."
Jack laughed. "You be the only five year old boy who cares what his hair looks like."
"Ah, leave the lad alone, Jack. He still be a pirate at heart," Lor cut in, kneeling down.
"Auntie Lor!" Alex cried, jumping into her open arms. Jack looked down at the two forms. A small smile crossed his face as he watched them.
Lor pushed him away slightly, holding up the small wooden medallion hanging around his throat. "I see you have protected this, lad."
"Of course I did. I promised you."
"That you did, Alex that you did."
"We didn't expect you for another year Jack," a voice said behind them.
Both turned to look behind them at the tall man that stood there, clutching a small boy to his side. The boy held his fist to his mouth, his wide brown eyes staring at Jack. "Hello Will. And Michel, my have you grown."
The young boy, Michel, buried his face in his father's shirt, still too shy. Jack smiled. "Of course you remember our Captain Adams?"
Will looked over Jack's shoulder as Lor stood up, her right hand clutching Alex's. "Good ta see ya again mate."
"It's been awhile," Will said, smiling. "I thought you were going to visit."
Lor gave a sad smile. "Things came up."
"Come inside, we can talk about it there," Will replied, turning around and heading up the small beach, Lor, Jack, and Alex following close behind.
Commodore Norrington knocked slowly on the heavy wooden door. Moments later an old man opened the door, allowing Norrington to enter the house. "Good afternoon, Commodore. They are waiting for you," the man said, shutting the door. "If you will follow me, please, sir."
Norrington nodded slightly as he started to follow the older man through the entryway and into the drawing room. The four men that waited in the room stood up as he entered. "Ah Commodore Norrington."
"Good day Governor," Norrington replied, nodding slightly to him and the other three men.
"I am sure you remember Captain John Mason, he docked not two days past."
"Good day Commodore," the Captain replied.
"It is a pleasure to see you again, Captain Mason. I hope your trip was uneventful."
"If you mean the recent pirate activity in the Caribbean, then yes, it was uneventful. We had no encounters with pirates."
"Good, then, I am glad," Norrington replied, and then turned his attention to the other two men. "Good afternoon Lord Jeremy," he said, nodding slightly again. "Lord Gregory, I trust your night went well."
"Yes, thank you," the elderly Jeremy replied, giving a wide smile. "I believe that my grandson is the only one who could not sleep. He has been wandering around Port Royal seeing all of the sights. The boy is really obsessed with pirates, I must say."
"My Elizabeth was the same way when she was younger. This phase passes," Governor Swann replied, sitting down in the chair he had previously occupied.
"I certainly hope so," Gregory replied, sitting down next to his father. "Sooner or later he will think of becoming a pirate."
The smile fell away from Jeremy's face at his son's words. Norrington noticed this but said nothing. Governor Swann opened his mouth to say something when a young man rushed into the room, his hair and clothes disheveled.
"Good God! Tyler!" Gregory called out, jumping to his feet and rushing to the young man's side. "Are you all right?"
Tyler swatted his hands away. "Yes father, I am fine," he replied, pushing away from Gregory to stand in front of Norrington and the Governor. "I was told that you held Jack Sparrow in your cells. Is this true?"
"Yes," Norrington replied calmly. "Unfortunately he did not stay there."
"You let him go?" Tyler asked.
"No, of course not," Governor Swann replied quickly, "he escaped with some help."
"I have also heard Commodore," Mason said, "that you worked alongside him."
Norrington gazed over at him, his eyes locking with Mason's own black gaze. "When it suited my needs, yes I did."
"Even though allying with pirates is against the law?"
"If I had not, then the Governor's daughter and grandchildren would now be dead," he replied calmly.
"Whatever you believe Commodore," the young captain said, looking over at him, his gaze hardening slightly.
Will stepped out of his front door into the breezy, cool night. At the sound of splashing his eyes flicked over to the edge of the beach that they lived above. Lor sat at the edge of the ocean, the water rushing up over her legs. The wind tugged at her long red hair and at the thin white shirt that she wore.
Her hands played with a small toy boat that she had put together from driftwood that had floated up onto the beach. How she had put it together in a matter of two days, he wasn't sure. Lor had them the tale of what had happened. Will knew that the loss of her crew and her ship, the last real things that kept her connected to her father, had hit her hard. He knew she still felt it as deeply as the cut on her back.
Will started to walk towards her when a hand shot out of the darkness, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around to find Jack behind him, half hidden in shadow. "Leave her," Jack whispered, "she needs to do this."
A small hand fit into his right hand. He turned his head to look at Elizabeth. She gave him a weak smile, the moonlight glinting in her golden hair.
The sound of soft singing filtered up to them on the wind. They turned their attention back to Lor as she sat amongst the salty water. Lor sang to herself softly. The song was a nameless tune, one that none of them knew. It was a tune that her father had taught her, a tune meant only for funerals and deaths.
A small match was lit in the dark night and Lor placed it gently on the small, wooden boat. Smoke started to rise from the wood as she set the boat down in the water, pushing it gently out with the receding waves. Lor watched the tiny boat ride the waves away from her, the flames engulfing the wood.
Minutes later, the wooden boat started to sink into the ocean, the flames having eaten holes through the thin wood. Lor continued to sing until she could no longer see the wooden toy and a hand was placed on her shoulder. Lor stood up slowly, the water dripping off of her. "It's over Jack," she whispered. "I can't deny it anymore. No matter how hard I can try, I have to admit that they're gone. The last of my family. I have no one."
"S'not true love. You 'ave Will an' Elizabeth," he paused, turning her around slowly to look down at her. "An' you 'ave me. Don't forget that," he whispered, kissing her lightly.
Lor leaned against him as he turned and started to walk towards the house where Will and Elizabeth waited. Elizabeth touched her arm slightly, gazing into her eyes. Lor smiled. "I'm fine, just tired. I think I'll turn. Goodnight."
The incessant knocking at Norrington's door finally caused him to look up. "Come in," he called out, placing his pen back in the ink well.
The door opened quickly, revealing two armed guards. "What do you want?" Norrington asked.
"You behind bars, actually," a male voice replied. Norrington looked up to find Captain John Mason standing in the doorway. "You are hereby under arrest for crimes against the Crown."
Norrington jumped to his feet quickly, a look of shock crossing his face. "What are you talking about? What crimes?"
Mason smirked. "Piracy."
Lor rolled over slowly in the dark, her fingers finding the bare flesh of Jack's chest. Her eyes took in the two bullet wounds that scarred him. She leaned in slightly and placed her head on his chest, pressing up close to him.
She did not want to close her eyes for fear that she would dream again. She wished not for the dreams. She wished not for the terrible memories to haunt her in the night. Instead she stared up at Jack's sleeping features, gazing into his closed, kohl lined eyes. She loved his eyes, they were his best features, she thought. His eyes showed all of his expressions. Even if he kept his face a mask, his eyes always revealed how he felt.
Lor yawned, her eyes closing slightly and tearing at the sides. She was exhausted, her body felt weakened from her lack of sleep. Even in her tired state, Lor still struggled to keep her eyes open, but in the end, sleep won out. Her eyes closed slowly, the darkness once again drawing her deep into her dreams.
AN: Next: Chapter 4: Hangings.