Has it been sorta long since my last upate? Sorry!
I only own Maribelle and Pernot...but you can take Pernot if you want, because he's getting on my nerves.
Well, read the chapter, and, if you can stand it, check the A/N's at the bottom!
Governor Swann's funeral had ended nearly an hour earlier, but Will and Elizabeth Turner lingered by the grave long after it had been filled.
Elizabeth had been hurt more than anyone by these happenings. She had lost her father, and now, of the entire world, only had her husband. Mr. and Mrs. Callum had been like second parents to her, and now they were gone as well. And Maribelle...they had been friends since they both arrived in Port Royal, and now she had disappeared. She hadn't heard much of this story, but she from hearsay, she knew she had been kidnapped.
Will had tried to be supportive of her, but truthfully could never understand. He had known Maribelle as well, but never her parents. Maribelle had made him aware of pirates. She had such melancholy in her voice when she spoke of them, Will felt for sure that she hated pirates. That had contributed to fact that he had once hated pirates. She had never told him of her past.
It was raining, and the clouds looked as though they never planned on leaving. Elizabeth couldn't tear herself away from the tombstone with her father's name. There was no form of vengeance that could reimburse her for this loss.
A rather rotund minister came striding over towards them, hobbling slowly through the mud and grass. "My children," he said. "You have both suffered a great loss." His voice was thick with an accent, and made the grieving couple look up. "Perhaps I know how to...alleviate this loss. But you must come with me."
Will and Elizabeth looked at one another, nodded, and followed to fat old man into one of the cleric's offices. Suddenly, as the man locked the door, his face and body peeled off like a second skin...a mere disguise.
"Jack Sparrow," Elizabeth muttered. "What do you think you're doing, coming back here? They'll hang you if they find you."
"I was here days ago," he said, shaking his head vigorously to rid his hair of the spare moisture. "'Twas Maribelle that sprung me from prison."
"What?" Elizabeth snapped, "How do you know Maribelle? You kidnapped her- -"
"No time to explain," Jack said hastily. "Are ye going to help me save her or not?"
"Save her?" Will said. "Jack, where is she?"
"Well," he replied, wrinkling his nose, "I'd wager she's only halfway to France. We've got to hurry and stop her before the wedding- -"
"Wedding?" Elizabeth asked. "Then you're saying she's alive?"
"One can only hope," Jack snapped, "I'll tell ye everything when I deem ye both worthy, but are ye going to help me or not?"
Once again, the couple shared a studying glance, then nodded at Jack. Nothing was left to lose in Port Royal. They helped Jack pull back into the cleric's disguise and they ran out to the boat Jack had acquired in Tortuga.
The seas were wild on this day, as the wind and rain tossed their boat hopelessly. Elizabeth found herself bailing the water out at regular intervals.
They sailed on through this storm, until the skies cleared, and the wind carried them in the right direction. Jack stood at the helm as long as they were sailing, and said nothing, which was, quite frankly, a change for him.
On the third day of their journey, when all three on board were quite sure that with their speed, they were drawing near their destination, Will walked up to Jack.
"How do you know Maribelle?" he asked bluntly.
Jack looked slightly disturbed by the question, and cleared his throat. "I don't." he denied.
"Oh, really?" Will said. "Then why are you casting the Pirates' code aside just to save her?"
"I'm not," he said, looking highly affronted.
"She fell behind," Will said matter-of-factly.
"She didn't fall behind!" Jack snapped back defensively. "They bloody kidnapped her, and I'm damned if I don't get to her first."
"All this for a girl that your don't know," Will said shrewdly. "Then you've had quite a change of heart since last we met. What's in it for you, I wonder,"
"I suppose ye'd need to find that for yourself," Jack said, looking off into the distance. Disappointed, Will walked over back to Elizabeth.
"Did he say anything?" she muttered. Her husband shook his head.
"He told me to think it up for myself," Will said. He went into retelling everything Jack had said.
"Well, isn't it obvious?" Elizabeth said. "He doesn't deny it when you say he's had a change of heart, he risks his life to get us, and we're sailing across the ocean to save Maribelle. Don't tell me you don't see what's going on!"
"What?" Will said, not following the woman's logic.
"Maribelle must be his wife, that'd the only way," Elizabeth whispered conspiratorially.
"Stupid girl," Jack muttered from where he stood, having heard everything. "Let the lass think what she wants, then?"
It didn't matter to Jack what Elizabeth thought was happening. All that mattered was that he saw a French flagship in the distance.
They went on following the same ship unnoticed in the fog until they reached the coast.
"We abandon ship here," Jack said, clearing his throat. Elizabeth whirled around and glared at him.
"Abandon ship?" she retorted. "You can't mean that we're going to swim to shore- -"
"Do you want to save your friend or not?" Jack said with a convincing growl.
"Of course I do," Elizabeth said staunchly. "Do you?"
"It's of little consequence to me," Jack lied. Will and Elizabeth shared a glance and shrugged. "You two can stay here if you like, but good luck trying to get back home without me," he smirked. Then, he turned and dove into the water.
Will ran and jumped in awkwardly as well, not achieving a very clean landing into the water, and Elizabeth landed on the sea's surface with an odd sloshing sound. Will helped her keep going through the water as they worked their way to shore just behind Jack.
Gasping for breath, Elizabeth and Will finally got to shore, where Jack stood under the dock, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Not in any rush, are we?" he said irritably. "If either of you are familiar with the territory roundabout, speak up." Neither of the two said anything. "No? Then we've got a bit of running to do."
They tore through the town's streets, sloshing sand, mud, and water as they went. Elizabeth was weighed down terribly by her dress, but Will dragged her a tad too fast in attempt to keep up with Jack.
They found themselves hiding in an alley by a small church, with a procession spilling inward. Standing still, visible in the back of the vestibule, was Maribelle, dressed in a wedding gown.
"Son of a bitch, Pernot," Jack muttered. "Ye don't waste any time."
Luckily, neither did Jack.
A/N's
Dawnie-7: Well, I guess that I can let Sparrow out of my closet. Have some fun with him! You guessed this chapter so well! Haha. You know that I wouldn't make it all happen at once though. You get to see what happens with the wedding later.
Empathy Is Me: Are all these cliffies starting to get annoying? Sorry if they are, haha. Maybe I will work Maribelle shooting Pernot in somewhere, but not quite yet.
Obsetress: That past chappie bashed the French quite a bit...but I love the French, honestly! Just not some of them. Unfortunately, there's quite a few evil frenchmen in this story...Hehe.
LoLoMo: Now Jack's the one off rescuing a damsel. Quite a switcheroo. Love it? Hate it?
DugaDugabowbow: Thanks for reviewing!