Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, nor do I own any of its characters. It is an inspired work and more a sequel of the story.
Author's note: Hey people. Sorry if it's taken me this long to continue my story. I've been busy... and yeah. Shuffles to find an excuse. Well, don't worry. I have the rest of the plot up my sleeve. I'm really sorry about everything in my story. Some things might not match up to their dates but play along with it anyway. Have fun!
Summary: Where has Jack Sparrow gotten to. He's managed to escape Port Royal but has he left his treasure behind?
"Pirate spotted, but escapes!" Mr Swann read aloud. The daily newspaper Port Royal Times caught everything in the paper, "And they have pictures! Where do these reporters come from? I didn't see any cameras when we were after him...Elizabeth, please listen."
(A/N: We're assuming that in those times, that very simple photography was invented)
Elizabeth was in her own world at the time. She continued sipping her tea, letting her mind wander elsewhere. She was too worried about Will. She hadn't heard from him since the day before. She put her cup down and looked at her father, in anticipation.
"Yes. Sorry. Go on," commented Elizabeth.
"Can we really trust our lives in our Governor's hands?! What is this nonsense?" exclaimed Mr Swann in disgust, reading a small article below the escape story, "They think I'm incapable of leading Port Royal! Listen:
After the fresh escape of one of the infamous pirates around, Jack Sparrow, people have questioned the Governor's power. Commodore Norrington, still searching for Sparrow after six months in the Caribbean, was unaware of Sparrows plans to invade Port Royal. His recent truce with other Pirates have lead him on a dead trail so far.
Late yesterday, Sparrow was spotted in the house of the Governor's daughter, Elizabeth. It is unclear as to why he was there but apparently, Mr. Swann was attacked by him in their living room. He ran to the docks soon after, having the present guards and officers after him. He left with a man in a small boat, suspected to be William Turner, Elizabeth's husband to be.
People have firstly questioned why Sparrow was in the Swann mansion, in the living room, and why he left with Mr. Turner. Experts question the Governor, and his honesty to his people.
This isn't the first escape of Captain Jack Sparrow. He managed to escape from Port royal late last year, after the incident involving a widespread attack on Port Royal.
Question my honesty?! They think I'm corrupt. You see? Elizabeth? Hanging around with pirates has gotten me into question. You yourself could be hung! Are you even listening to me Elizabeth?"
Mr Swann put his paper down, and looked around for Elizabeth. She had managed to leave the table without Mr Swann realising, while he was deep into the article.
It was very busy upstairs for the maids of the household and for Elizabeth. She looked at Anamaria. She wore her strawy hair in a loose bun, and she was clothed in a simple nightgown. Her face was oily and her arms were cut and blistered.
With much struggle they manage to make Anamaria take a shower with luke warm water, which seemed highly unusual for Ana. She wasn't used to the warm water. She bathed in cool freshwater. She wriggled and squirmed, while the maids tried to rub her clean and brush her hair. Elizabeth added some herbal oils that would heal her sailor wounds. Eventually they managed to scrub her to an acceptable standard of clean, and rid her hair of all lice, visible. By the end of it, her olive skin had turned red from scrubbing and her head felt as if it were bleeding.
"You're making me wear this?!?" cried Anamaria to Elizabeth. She held up a lacy pastel rose coloured dress, complete with embroidered patterns of roses and leaves, and matching shoes and stockings.
"And what is this?!". In another hand she held up a thick material, presumably a top, with crossed laces and holes.
"It's a corset," replied Elizabeth.
"I've heard of these. No. You can't make me wear this!"
"Look. If they find you're a pirate, you'll be hung. Jack nor Gibbs are hear to save you. So you have to play the part of a lady until we can figure something out," explained Elizabeth, as considerate as she could say possible. She looked to the maids. "Well? Lace her up. And I think we need to do something about your hair. It isn't normal for a lady to wear her hair like that."
Reluctantly, Anamaria took the corset. She looked at it for a second, in amazement and confusion. Without having to say anything, the maids attended to her.
"Too tight!" she gasped. It was nowhere near tight, but for her it felt like she couldn't move in such a thing. It admittedly make her look much more attractive. It brought out all the curves and features of her body. Her bust had risen, her waist had shrunk, and her hips were brought out. Her body was no longer hidden in baggy, loose shirts or too big, ripped bottoms. Anamaria's face glowed. Her cheeks were red and her eyes watered from the exposure of the hot water. Elizabeth smiled in comfort, walked over and handed her the dress.
"Don't worry. Everything will be well," said Elizabeth, reassuringly.
They put on the dress and the stockings and the matching shoes. Her wet hair was combed and left to dry. She looked almost like a normal lady that went about her daily duties. The new Anamaria stood in front of them. She stood there feeling as weak and powerless as she ever did before. She felt vulnerable.
Meanwhile, back on the Black Pearl...
"Anamaria's gone, Jack" said Will, "I've asked everyone around and she's gone."
"Women," Jack replied, "You never know what they get up to, and they never tell you anything. Are you sure she didn't tell you anything?"
"Cap'n we've lost 'em" said a short bald crewmember.
"I know we've lost her. The question is, where has she gone?" said Jack
"I didn't mean Miss Ana sir. I meant Norrington. We've managed to loose 'em".
"Oh... well that's good."
Jack had searched everywhere for Ana. It was impossible that she'd disobey orders. He thought alone in the Captain's cabin that night. He had realised that when they had first arrived at Port Royal, she had told him that it wasn't safe.
"I should've listened, Anamaria," he said to himself.
Jack picked up his pint of rum and skulled it down. He was far too drunk to navigate the ship tonight. All was silent on the Black Pearl and the crew was fast asleep.
"Where've you gone?" he thought to himself. As he poured himself more rum, he quaked and shivered at another idea. "They've got her! I knew she was going to try and find me after disappearing that night. That little she-devil. Couldn't keep her hands off me, and now she's gotten herself caught." He juggled the bottle of rum in his hand, pouring most of its contents on the cabin floor. He staggered over to his desk and sat himself down.
At that moment, Will came barging into the cabin. Jack took out his gun and shot it into the air, putting a hole into the roof of the ship.
"Never, ever come in here without permission boy," warned Jack.
"Wow Jack. Hold up there," said Will.
Again, the cabin doors opened and Gibbs came running through. Another shot was fired into the air. Jack's rum bottle slid out of his fingers and smashed on the floor spilling all of its contents.
"Jack, what's gotten inta' ya'? S'like the devil's got you on strings," commented Gibbs.
"Can't a man... Captain... be left alone to wallow in his own filth? If you must know, I'm thinking," reassured Jack.
"Funny way of showing it" replied Will, "Look I know you're upset about Anamaria-"
"I'm not upset!" yelled Jack, like a child. His arms were flailing wildly, still holding the loaded gun- Will and Gibbs trying to dodge its path.
"Cap'n, Anamaria told me that she'd be looking for ya the same day you came back. She saids it was unwise to stay there in Port Royal. Went looking for ya, she did. Saids she'd find you at 'is house," said Gibbs, pointing at Will.
Jack looked wildly at Will. Millions of thoughts running through his mind, "Have you been sleeping with my lady?!" said Jack in horror.
Will was absolutely surprised with such a question. "No, course not, Jack. Eliz-"
And with that last comment, Jack fell the floor, past out, smelling like whisky and rum.
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