Yet again, usual disclaimers apply throughout this tale. If you recognise it, it probably belongs to the Mouse – else it is mine!
Chapter 59 - Robert DeWitt
Jack was tiring, his sword nicked and slick with blood. He wiped his hand on his breeches, trying to get a better grip. They had cleared out the town surprising quickly, especially when the pirates realised that they had lost many of their hostages - Catherine and Zeke had been busy. Theodore had joined them with the troops from the fort and, in a strange way, Jack had been relieved to see the Commodore with them for he was an excellent swordsman. The pirates had retreated to the Governor's mansion, determined to make as bloody a stand as they could, but some enterprising marines had held a stout wooden door in front of them as they advanced, gaining a small foothold in the building. Scrambling low along the ground, Jack followed.
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Damian Roseridge could not believe that his plans were going wrong so quickly and that, yet again, it was all due to Jack Sparrow. Robert DeWitt sat quietly in the Governor's study, his feet on the desk as he nonchalantly polished his sword.
"How can you be so bloody calm?" Damian raged. "They are at the bloody gates!"
Robert DeWitt sighed, wondering if it would be worth shooting the man just for some peace. "You win some, you lose some - such is life. And we ain't dead yet," he paused, listening, "but, I believe they are in the house…"
"Wha…" Damian gasped.
The pirate slid his feet lazily off the table before walking towards the door. "I suppose I'd better go and assist the defence…" He stalked through the mansion, seeking, searching for the man he knew was there somewhere - Sparrow!
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Jack remembered the last time he had been in the Governor's mansion, all glittering with candles and silverware, gently playing music. He sighed, it was rather different now. Cautiously he crept through the large lobby, boot heel slipping on the blood.
"Wha…" A shot zipped through the space where his head had just been. He rolled, cursing in agony as a second shot sliced along his thigh. He scrambled to his feet, hobbling slightly as he looked upwards.
DeWitt! The Dutchman dropped two smoking pistols, reaching for his sword as he raced downwards. Despite the slippery floor, Jack readied himself. Robert DeWitt looked fresh, whilst Jack was tired and injured. He prayed to the god of luck that had always looked after him before not to desert him now.
The other pirate advanced, snarling. Jack countered his first blow, but his leg gave way and he fell backwards, DeWitt's sword slicing through the air where he had been standing. "Goodbye, Sparrow!" his voice chill, with his sword pressing harder against Jack's throat, he placed a foot on Jack's wrist and leaned his weight, smiling as he heard bones cracking.
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Catherine crept through the mansion, cursing the number of rooms. All around pirates and attackers were fighting for their lives, but wherever she looked she could not find Jack. She had already lost Zeke - he had turned to defend her back as she sped searching through the building.
Jaaaaaaccck! She skidded to a halt, shocked to find him at last, with Robert DeWitt's sword at his throat. She held back in the shadows, terrified as she heard the crunch of bones breaking. "Goodbye, Sparrow!"
She raised her pistol and fired, her shot taking DeWitt through his left eyeball. He staggered, his body not seeming to accept the inevitable, before falling backwards. She ran forwards.
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Jack stared upwards, eyes watering in pain, gritting his teeth as he felt the bones in his wrist giving way, but he dare not move with the sword pressed against his throat. Bang! A shot echoed through the lobby. Jack watched in amazement as DeWitt staggered backwards, falling dead at his feet. He tried to scramble up, looking round for his saviour. "Kitty…" He blacked out.
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