This chapter was very kindly betaed by Jackfan2, who must be a very patient person. I love you dearest!
Chapter 7 - Keeping Freedom
Fear of discovery, fear for his friend in the cell and for the woman he loved
made Will's hands shake so much that they didn't seem to be able to work. He
and Elizabeth had been smart enough to gather all the keys that they found
along the way, but not one seemed to fit the cell in which the pirate was
incarcerated. Nerves getting the better of him, Will's hands began to tremble
even more. What if the right key wasn't here? What if they couldn't open the
door?
Seeing Jack, his friend, for the first time worried Will more than he wanted to
admit. The person sitting in the cell was but a shadow of his friend, the
infamous pirate captain. Jack was too pale, too thin and far too bruised to be
healthy. And from the time they entered the area they knew Jack had to have
heard them, yet he hadn't spoken since his first recognition.
"Will!" Elizabeth hissed in his ear, "What on earth are you
doing? Open the damn door!"
The young blacksmith glanced at her before getting back to the task at hand.
'Why can't I find the right key?' his mind thought frantically. Then, with more
noise than they needed at that moment, the keys fell from his shaking hands and
they dropped noisily to the stone floor.
With a frustrated sigh, Elizabeth grabbed the keys off the floor and pushed
Will out of the way. "Let me try," she said with a hint of annoyance.
"Men!" Will heard her mutter under her breathe, however, concern for
his friend and now for his fiancé, and the jeopardy of their situation, gave
him no time to register her tone. After a couple of tries Elizabeth found the
right one and with a sigh of relief, she opened the door of Jack's prison.
Standing at the entrance to the small chamber, the couple noticed, Jack still
had not moved. Weary, dark-rimmed eyes flashed occasionally to a dark corner of
his cell, but other than that, he hadn't spoken a word. His eyes remained
passive and fixed straight ahead.
"Jack?" Elizabeth said hesitantly as she slowly approached him. Her
movements were uncertain as if he were trapped wild animal. "Jack, we're
here to help you…"
When Elizabeth took another step closer the pirate captain flinched and pressed
his back against the wall. Horrified, Elizabeth realized he was trying
desperately to melt into the wall, wanting to disappear... Helplessly she
turned to Will, a stricken look on her face.
"He's scared of me," her voice is barely above a whisper, concern and
confusion evident in her eyes.
With a nod, the blacksmith stepped around her and took a small step toward the
pirate he called friend. "Jack? We need to get you out of here before
someone finds us out." With little hope that he'd been anymore successful,
he reached out a hand silently praying… To his surprise and great relief Jack's
eyes focused on the hand and very slowly the pirate took the offer of
assistance getting unsteadily to his feet.
"William?" Jack said hoarsely. He cast a confused look from the
blacksmith to the young woman at his side.
The word was spoken so softly Will wasn't certain he'd heard it. However,
Elizabeth's sharp intake of the breath assured the young man that his ears did
not deceive him.
"Yes, Jack," he smiled slightly, "we're here to help you."
Without warning, Jack teetered dangerously toward the floor. Only Will's quick
reflexes caught him before he hit the hard stone floor. Uncertain as to the
extent of the pirate's injuries, the blacksmith hesitated only a moment before
taking one of the pirate's arms gently over his own shoulder to brace his
weight. Together the two men move carefully out of the cell with Elizabeth
following closely behind. Once outside the room that had been Jack's personal
hell for weeks, Elizabeth closed the door quietly then lead the way down the
dark corridor.
Determined, yet cautious, the young couple moved steadily half dragging half
carrying the pirate further away from place where he'd obviously been tormented
for weeks. They had no idea the horror's he'd suffered but they knew without a
doubt that they needed to get their friend out of here, back to freedom, back
to safety and, if they could manage it, back to his ship, the Black Pearl.
Their progression was slow, as to Will's increasing alarm, the pirate leaned
heavily against him, a testament to the man's weakened condition. Inside, the
blacksmith seethed with rage at what his captor's had done to his friend.
Their journey to exit the prison was long and slow, too long in Will's humble
opinion. It should have been comforting that there were no screams of alarm
that the prisoner had escaped, no running footsteps, no sounds of pursuit.
Nothing. No, the only sounds they could hear were the soft mumblings from some
of the guards he and Elizabeth had knocked unconscious in their earlier
entrance to the prison. That was it, nothing more. And while he should have
been comforted by the lack of interruption, the lack of sound worried Will
more. This was going far to easily.
And then there was Jack. Jack, who slowly moved along leaning heavily on Will's
shoulder for support. While no words and no sounds came from his mouth during
their arduous journey, the pirate's tightly set jaw spoke volumes. Will had no
doubt that his friend was in awful pain, the bruises look too dark and fresh
not to be causing him discomfort. Will also noted how Jack clutched his left
arm tightly to his side, a sure indicator that something was definitely wrong
with it. But for now, there was not time to worry about it as the need to get
out of the prison held first priority. The pirate was alive, they had found
him, and they were getting him out of here. Tending his wounds would have to
wait until they were safely away from this hellhole.
The only thing that seemed to be alive on Jack was his eyes. Those now weary,
bloodshot eyes that were like two black pools filled with desperation and fear.
These were qualities of the man Will had never seen, never hoped to see and
would never forget. They nervously scanned the dark surroundings, sometimes
glancing at Will, then to come to rest on Elizabeth's back before again darting
to the shadows around him. Several times Jack cast nervous glances over his
shoulder as they moved along, as if he heard something or somebody that neither
he nor Elizabeth had detected. It was disconcerting for the blacksmith and
increased his worry at the possibility that they'd make it out of this place
unscathed and unchallenged. Surely the pirates long years of struggling for his
life had made his senses sharper and more acute than his own.
With sudden clarity, Will started to recognize the area around them and to his
own relief he noticed that the way out is not far away. If only they could move
a little quicker, if only he had an idea as to what to do when they were
outside. Jack's escape wouldn't go unnoticed forever and in his condition they
could not escape without some assistance from him. Where would they hide? Not
on their boat, Will was convinced that that Toomey guy would search the harbor
first. They could not sail away either: Toomey would find out soon enough that
one boat was away and they were no match for the Pearl. Will cursed under his
breath: why hadn't he thought about all this before? Why hadn't he searched for
a good hiding place?
Then they heard it. A faint voice and murmuring behind them, ""Sparrow is
gone!"
Too close for their own liking they heard running footsteps and screaming
voices.
"Come on, Jack!" muttered Will, while dragging the pirate captain
with him as quickly as possible. To his utter amazement, Jack suddenly seemed
to come alive. With a quick movement he shrugged away from Will's supportive
shoulder and three long strides later he moved up next to Elizabeth. A stunned,
but relieved smile creased the blacksmith's face as the three now took off at a
fast run.
With a final push the three came to a stumbling halt outside and dropped one by
one onto the warm sandy beach. The three sat momentarily and struggled to
replenish their straining lungs with air. All of them were relieved and stunned
to have made it out alive, but they still had much to consider. They were by no
means safe.
With a worried glance Will noticed that Jack's eyes were closed tight against
the glaring sunlight. Realization slammed into him that this had probably been
the first time in weeks that the man had seen or felt the sun's warmth or the
tropical breezes against his skin, More of a concern was that the pirate seemed
to be trembling even with the warmth. Will cast a worried look at Elizabeth and
the same fear echoed in her eyes.
Elizabeth looked uncertainly at him before turning to Will. "What
now?"
Behind them they heard more voices, and according to what they hear, more and
more unconscious guards are either discovered, or waking from their forced slumber.
The anxious trio realized it wouldn't be long before the guards too were
outside searching for the escaped prisoner and his rescuer's!
"I don't know," Will whispered unhappily. Why couldn't he have a
little more pirate blood? Why couldn't he come up with some legendary escape
plot?
Suddenly Jack turned to them, "Follow me." With that, he turned and
disappeared into the night. Elizabeth and Will, taken by surprise, hesitate
only a moment before following after the swiftly moving pirate.
~*~
As he moved swiftly, painfully toward the dense coverage of the heavily
forested part of the island, Jack's mind turned furiously at the new situation
he suddenly find himself in. He had no idea how he suddenly came to be in the
company of Will and another lad. In a vague memory, he recalled arguing with a
voice in the corner of his little hell, that prison room in which he'd been
incarcerated for over two weeks. Many a dream had invaded his conscious
thoughts during that time. Dreams that helped him escape, if only in his mind.
Dreams of a different time, a time when he was a young captain, but for now he
pushed those memories aside. Only one pursuit mattered now: freedom.
"Ye deserve no freedom, Sparrow."
The voice. Unfortunately no longer in the corner where Jack had hoped to leave
it behind. He shook his head. Freedom, that was the most important thing now.
As they move steadily along the sandy beach, yet undiscovered, Jack heard Will
and the other lad behind him. Who is that other lad that assisted Will in his
rescue? The lad's voice sounded familiar, but again, that was an issue to worry
about later.
If his memory served him correct then there was supposed to be some high
coastline on this island along with rocks and caves. Caves were always good
hiding places. Why else had so many legendary pirates hidden away their
treasures in those things?
Suddenly he heard stumbling footfalls from behind him. Just in time he turned
to see the lad, the one he couldn't place, stumble over an exposed tree root
and fall heavily to the ground and remain.
"Elizabeth!" Will called out while he worriedly bent over the lad on
the ground.
Elizabeth? Jack's mind turned quickly. In two long strides Jack stood next to
the couple, Will was knelt down in the sand by. . . Elizabeth..
"Elizabeth?" he whispered carefully and knelt on the other side of
her.
Two bright familiar eyes looked up at him and a hesitant smile tipped on corner
of her mouth. "Jack," the familiar voice of Elizabeth Swann replied
softly.
"By Davey Jones Locker! Liz, we are so stupid!". The young blacksmith
turned worried eyes to the pirate. "That's why you didn't recognize her!
She's still disguised as Alan!"
Elizabeth too came to the same realization; she was still dressed up as a young
lad, as Alan Smith. The fact that Jack had not earlier recognized her, had
probably saved her life, and alternately gave the pirate a degree of mistrust
toward her when she'd tried to approach him in his cell.
Jack shook his head. "Ye can explain tha' to me later, mate. Why didn't ye
say ye two were tired?"
For a moment Will was dumbfounded. Yes, he and Elizabeth were tired, but as far
as he could see, not half as tired as the pirate captain himself. They hadn't
spent an untold number of days in that small room at unmerciful hands.
Without another word, and seemingly unmindful of his injuries, Jack lifted
Elizabeth into his arms and stood carefully. The young lady was far to shocked
by his sudden action to respond immediately, but respond she did. Her arms
flailed at his back, as she demanded in whispered tones to be put down.
"I would really appreciate it if ye wouldn't move so much, luv," the
captain whispered in her ear, the pain clearly evident in his voice.
"Jack!" Her hands stilled, but she verbally persisted. "Put me down!
You're in no condition--"
"No, luv." And Jack replied evenly and started walking again.
Seeing that the man would not brook argument, Elizabeth decided not to move for
fear she'd cause him more pain. Instead, she concentrated on making herself as light
as a feather and less of a burden, but guilt at her own weakness gave her
pause.
In the beginning Will argued with Jack that if Elizabeth needed carrying, he
should be the one to do so. She was after all, his fiancé and Jack was in no
condition to take on the added burden.. It was, however, for naught as Jack
continued to walk ignoring him. Will had not choice but to give up his argument
and follow. Arguing took to much time and that time was better spent putting as
much distance between themselves ant this place as quickly as possible.. Of
great relief to them all was the fact that they'd not heard for some time, the
running footsteps of the guards at the prison. For now they seem to have
escaped, for now that is.
Minutes went by and still they are going through various bushes, trees and
other rough terrain. Jack no longer spoke; the only sounds he made were
occasional, unrecognizable mutterings under his breath, which made Elizabeth
glance worried at her blacksmith. But the time for protest was long past.
As they moved steadily on, they noticed the surroundings were changing rapidly
from the lush green island plants to rocks and sandy soil. In relief the sound
of the sea meeting with the island's boundaries, became clearer and stronger as
they realized they were closer to final escape. Emerging from the foliage of
the island brush, they stopped as the now stood above the high rocks of the
coast. The view was breathtaking, illuminated only by the light of the moon.
A little path, that Will hadn't noticed before, lead them down the cliff and
after ten minutes of slow, muscle straining descent, they arrived at a large
cave at the base. Jack entered first and carefully put Elizabeth down on her
feet again, a small hiss of pain echoing into the hollow abyss as his injuries
protested. Then, wordlessly and without warning, he dropped ungracefully to the
ground, finally clinging to the darkness that has been struggling to claim him
ever since the first beating.
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Is it just me or is Johnny D. getting younger when the years go by instead of older? WOW, what a good-looking young man he was during to Oscars!
Responses to reviews (71 already O_O ):
Rissa - Indeed Jack is escaped! YAY! Although I'm not sure if that's such a good thing just yet
Pendragginink - I'm seriously curious how Jack is going to respond if you would call him 'hero' right in his face… he will probably get seriously drunk (isn't he always?) and laugh at you (that is a good thing! Grinning Jack = 3 )
J.L.Dexter - Thank you XD
Crystal - I'm sure this was not quick enough for you, but I apologize!
Captin Red Black - Hand me over the Norrington? I don't think that is such a bad thing ;)
Eleanor - Cliffhangers… what can I say? =]
Anaticulapreacantrix - Does Jack needs some rum or do you? Probably both I guess
Jackfan2 - You are an angel! Are you sure you want to continue doing this 'job'? Seems like an awful lot of work to me. *biggest hugs to you*
Captain Black Athena - Yep they found each other again. Now only hope that they don't loose each other again
Burnedtoastgirl - I think Jack needs all the hugs he can get at the moment
Merrie - I would have said that you liked JackMadness and JackTorture :P Now please continue that awesome story of yours! (although I still need to catch up reading *blush*)
Hanna - Thank you very much!
