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Chapter Five: Port Royal Love

The Black Pearl docked in a secret cove in Port Royal at noon. Jack and Ellie left the crew to talk to Jack's friends. The walk into town was an uncomfortable one-due to the stares Jack received and the uneasy silence that had developed between them. Jack led her into a small shop labeled with a plaque that read: W. Turner. The shop was dark and smelled of donkey. A large fire was lit in the corner and weaponry and tools were scattered all around.

"Oi! Will!" Jack called.

A sword tip magically appeared at Jack's throat. Before Ellie could react, Jack had sent the attacker sprawling with a kick to the ankle.

"OW! Cheater!" he yelled.

Jack smirked. "Pirate."

Ellie looked on in wonder as the handsome blacksmith embraced Jack warmly.

"How are things Jack?" he asked.

"Fair, fair. But I've got well," Jack lowered his voice. "A problem."

"Problem?"

"SH!" Jack shot a glance at Ellie and put a finger to his lips. "It's...the girl."

The young man laughed. "I should have known! But she doesn't look like your type, Jack. She's well, more decent."

Jack looked like he had swallowed a cup of arsenic. "Don't make me regret that I saved you, whelp. Where is the lovely missus?"

"At home. Let us see her. Elizabeth will be glad to have visitors."

Jack staggered out the back door of the shop. The smith looked strangely after him.

"He hasn't had something to drink this early in the morning, has he?"

Ellie grinned. "Wouldn't put it below him. Or above him for that matter." She put out her hand. "Ellie Fly. Nice to meet your acquaintance."

"Will Turner. Pleasure's mine." He shook he hand firmly, feeling it would be oddly inappropriate to kiss it. "How long have you been with that scoundrel?"

"A week. Known him my whole life, though. He's quite a person, pirate or not." Ellie gave a wistful sigh. "Jack's told me all about you. I never expected to meet you or Elizabeth. I admire your courage immensely."

"Ah, thank you. I suppose Jack made himself out to be the hero in our little tale." Will cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, no more than expected."

"Eh, poppet! Will!" Jack stuck his head into the shop. "Where is it that you live?"

"Come on, then." Will said. Ellie followed shyly behind him.

The threesome walked down a side street. Will and Jack bantered back and forth about Elizabeth. Apparently, Will and Elizabeth had been wed three months ago and Jack had gotten very drunk at their reception. Some things never changed.

"Welcome to the Turner house," Will said proudly, leading them up a sandy path to a small, cozy home settled into an acre or two of farmland.

"This is no place to be livin' Will," Jack said.

"That would be the chicken coop, Jack."

"AH!" Jack emerged from the coop with feathers in his hair. "That would explain the birds."

Ellie stifled her laughter, allowing Will to escort her inside his home.

"Elizabeth!" he called. "We've company!"

A pretty woman with brown curls entered the façade, wiping her hands on the starched apron she wore.

"Jack Sparrow!" she embraced Jack, who was looking about, slightly stunned.

"Ello luv," he gave Elizabeth a quick smile. "So...Will. Where do you keep the rum in this place?"

"Where you won't find it," Elizabeth snapped. "And who is this, Jack?"

Jack lifted a portrait hanging near the staircase and looked underneath, apparently searching for his beloved rum. "Oh, her?" Ellie Fly." He resumed his search in the umbrella stand.

Elizabeth ignored him and gave Ellie a hug. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Oh, but you're dressed in tatters. Come with me, dear, and get a clean dress." She pulled Ellie upstairs. "JACK! Keep away from the rum."

Jack gave her a look of pure innocence and proceeded to knock over a vase of flowers.

"I'm terribly sorry about him," Ellie apologized. "But I suppose you know Jack."

"Indeed I do. Why I let him in my house amazes even me." Elizabeth ushered her into the master bedroom and closed the door. "Tell me, how did you come to be in the company of a pirate, Miss Fly?"

Ellie meant only to tell her new friend the bare essentials of their meeting, but suddenly, she opened up, telling Elizabeth about everything, even her broken heart. When she was done, Elizabeth threw her arms around Ellie.

"Oh you poor dear!" she said. "Nothing on earth is like a broken heart! Jack's certainly done something to yours."

"Aye, it seems so."

Elizabeth clapped her hands. "I've an idea! Perhaps if you were cleaned up a bit, Jack would see your inner and outer beauty."

Ellie agreed reluctantly. "It's worth a try, I suppose."

Nearly an hour later, Elizabeth Fly was a new woman. She had bathed and dressed. Elizabeth helped her to put her long coppery hair into an elegant coif with a few curls loose. She had also lent Ellie a low-cut dress of emerald silk. The finishing touch was the locket Jack had given Ellie six years ago.

"Oh! You look beautiful!" Elizabeth gushed. "Jack will love it!"

"Truly?" Ellie spun around, inspecting herself in the mirror.

"Yes."

Ellie Fly smiled genuinely. "Then let us see Jack!"

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Jack had searched the entire house. He was beginning to wonder if there was any rum at all when he heard the rustle of silk from the top of the stairs. He looked up, and his jaw dropped.

Ellie seemed to float down the staircase. She was blushing faintly, but it made her seem all the lovelier. A revelation washed over Jack. Ellie, his childhood friend Ellie, was beautiful.

"Hullo Jack." She said softly when she reached him.

"Er...you look knives...nice..." he searched for the right word.

"Nice?" Ellie volunteered.

"Aye! That's it! You look nice!"

Ellie felt her heard drop. Nice? Just nice? Not bloody beautiful or ruddy charming? She wanted to cry.

"Thank you Jack." Ellie pushed past him out the front door and into the daylight once more. Tears burned her cheeks. She was ashamed. Why had she put so much hope in this...dress-up game? Not wanting to face Jack again, she ran back to the only place she knew, Will's shop.

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"NICE! NICE!" Elizabeth roared to Jack, who had his arms thrown over his head. "IS THAT ALL?"

"She looked very nice," Jack amended brightly.

"Oh you are hopeless!" Elizabeth cried. "Where is she?"

"Better question," Jack smiled. "Where is the rum?"

Elizabeth gave him such a glare that he practically ran out the door to search for Ellie.

"Nice, nice is that all?" Jack mimicked. "She looked bloody nice, I'll tell you that! She was beautiful. Just...beautiful..." A lump rose in Jack's throat. He swallowed it and proceeded on. Will's shop was up ahead. It seemed like a probable spot for Ellie to escape to, so Jack stopped in.

"Ellie?" Jack peeked around the shop. Sobbing by the hearth was Ellie, hair mussed, face red. Somehow she appeared lovelier than before. The lump returned.

"Go away Jack Sparrow," she said.

"Can't." he sat beside her. "That Mrs. Turner's a right horror. Not that you aren't, right now, either."

She gave him a glare reminiscent of Elizabeth's. Women. Jack heaved a sigh. "I am sorry, Ellie Fly."

"No you aren't! You're never sorry about anything. All you care about is the Pearl and your rum!"

Jack suddenly took her face in his hands. His expression was fierce. "That is not all I care about, Ellie."

Ellie's pulse raced. "What else do you care about then?"

Jack could barely speak for the lump in his throat. "You."

Ellie gasped. Before she could say a word in reply, Jack had his lips against hers. She closed her eyes and kissed back. Every thought vanished from her mind as Jack's hands moved down her neck and his kiss deepened. When he pulled away, she looked deep into his brown eyes.

"But Jack, you told me yourself that pirates don't love."

Jack gave her a roguish smile. "I was never one to be followin' the rules, luv." As he pulled her into another kiss, Ellie couldn't help but smile. From here to eternity, things would be different. She was sure of it.

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Jack and Ellie enjoyed dinner at the Turner home. Both Will and Elizabeth seemed pleased that their friends could not take their eyes off one another. Will had never imagined that Jack would fall in love, but he was clearly taken with Miss Fly. She was refined, well spoken, and witty-quite the opposite of Jack, and yet they were a perfectly matched pair. Will couldn't be more contented.

"Do you intend to stay long in Port Royal, Jack?" he questioned.

"Bit stuffy round these parts. I like the clean sea air."

Will nodded. "Of course."

Elizabeth, who had been in the next room pouring coffee, came hurrying in.

"Jack! Norrington's coming!" she cried.

Jack stood up casually. "Many thanks for your hospitality, Mr. and Mrs. Turner. I'll be takin' me leave now."

Ellie rose to leave with him, but was stopped by his face. It was as grave as a tomb. Instantly, she knew what he was planning.

"No..." she breathed. "Jack, no."

He pulled her into a crushing embrace. "Will an' Liz will take right good care of yeh, luv. I wouldn't leave yeh otherwise. I'll be back, Ellie. Wait for me."

"Jack..."

He kissed her and jumped out the kitchen window.

"I love yeh," he said and was gone.

"NO!" Ellie screamed, falling to her knees. "Jack, no!"

Elizabeth and Will flew to her side, helping her up, just as Commodore Norrington and his men rushed in.

"No one move," he said in a steely voice. "Search the house."

Elizabeth stormed over to him. "You've no right to-"

"It is for the good of Port Royal and the Caribbean that I have Sparrow hung, Mrs. Turner."

"It's Captain Sparrow," Ellie said, collecting herself.

Norrington raised an eyebrow. "Who might you be, miss?"

"Elizabeth Fly."

He regarded her for a moment, then seemed to make a decision. "It's a pleasure, Miss Fly. You are acquainted to the Turners?"

"Elizabeth is my cousin," she lied smoothly. Apparently being around Jack was having an influence on her.

"Ah, I see."

Norrington's men came trotting back.

"Nothing sir," one said. "We looked everywhere."

"So Captain Jack Sparrow has disappeared again, right under our noses. Your friend is good, Mrs. Turner, very good. I will be sending out ships and patrolling the island for him, however, so should he return, do me the favor of telling him to surrender himself."

Ellie stiffened. Elizabeth smiled politely. "Jack is no fool. He will never be caught. Now, please escort these gentlemen out of my home, Commodore."

Norrington bowed. "Mrs. Turner. Miss Fly." He seized Ellie's hand and kissed it. She jerked it back. "Good day."

Elizabeth ran after Norrington, leaving Ellie and Will inside. "Commodore!"

He stopped. "Yes, Elizabeth?"

"Do not dare to make life difficult for Ellie. She suffers enough without you."

Norrington shook his head. "I am sorry for any pain I bring to Miss Fly, but she brought this pain on herself. It is a sin to be a pirate, Elizabeth, and a sin to befriend one. Good day."

Elizabeth clenched her fists. "Haunt her steps and suffer, Commodore," she whispered to herself, then returned to the house to console Ellie.