Yay new chapter already!! Cheers! And this one is longer then the rest so
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Also as a side note I DO have pictures of Mara so if you are curious please
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thing....it has come to my conclution that people wish to know who will end
up with who...which for me is not decided..so if you have an idea e-mail me
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There came a load knock at the door just as Mara was finishing the last few sentences in her journal. She let out an irritated sigh and wiped the quill tip on the edge of her dress. Placing it down on the desk, she stood up and briskly walked over to the door to open it. Mara was happy that for once they had a customer but it was truly exasperating considering this was the first chance she had to sit down and write since she came to Will. With her best fake smile plastered on Mara opened the door. "Ello! And-" However as soon as she saw who stood behind the door her smile fell to a deep frown. "Well I am truly surprised that you are still here, now the question would be is Will still here? Or have you dispatched of him?" Norrington said with a grin. "I am not a murderer...." Mara hissed at him. "Good, well I didn't really come for tea or anything. I just thought I would grant you the curtsy of letting you say goodby to your first mate. I am afraid that we ran into a few problems with him, but now that everything is in place he will be hung tomorrow at dawn." Norrington said before giving her a small bow and leaving.
Mara stood there speechless as she watched Norrington leave. Her mind was racing. He's still alive... he is still here in Port Royal. I have to do something, I cant just leave him there to die....Just as these thoughts flashed up in her mind there came a soft scraping noise of a foot on the stone floor. Mara turned and found standing behind her with a deep look of puzzlement Will. She wondered if he had heard the whole conversation. Surely if he did there would be no more lying to him about her past. Mara took a deep breath and steadied herself for the stream of questions. "Mara.........what was that all about?" Will asked quietly as he stood there and studied her with his dark penetrating eyes.
Well that answered that question. He had been there the whole time, and now it was time for her to reveal herself. Just as she was about to answer him the idea of her first mate still alive and in the stockades stopped her. If she were going to do something it would have to be now...there was no time to wait if she planned to save him. However if she did she would have to leave Port Royal immediately. "Will...remember when you told me that you wished to help me..." "Yes..." He answered hesitantly. "I think it now would be a good time to follow up on that promise..." Mara turned and shut the door quickly, locking it behind her. She walked over to him and stood in square in front of him locking his gaze with her clear blue eyes. "I swear on everything that I hold dear, if you help me here and now, no questions asked I will answer ALL of your questions once we are safely out of Port Royal...."
Will frowned and matched her strong gaze. He did not understand what was going on. Why was it Norrington came to visit her, and what did he mean first mate? Something inside him deep down told him Mara was a lot more the she made herself out to be. Her story of learning how to handle herself with a sword never did sit well with him. However Will sensed an urgency in her words and found that he could not deny her is help, even after it was obvious that she had feed him lies since the beginning. He gave her a small nod. "Okay...but you will answer me truthfully..." He warned her.
Mara had been holding her breath for his answer, but exhaled in relief. "Thank you." She said quietly genuinely smiling up at him. "Okay...were going to need some swords...." She said with a little hint of excitement.
Will hesitated for a moment but decided not to question her. "That I do believe we can handle." He said as he rushed over to the rack on the far side of the shop. On this rack he had displayed some of his finest work all laid out neatly awaiting any prospective buyers. He gave a sad laugh and picked two up. "I am afraid I am doomed when it comes to selling my wares...here" He tossed Mara one of the swords. "I know it is your favorite..." He said grinning as he grabbed his belt and sheath and slipped them around his waist as he placed his sword at his hip.
Mara caught the sword in her right hand and looked down at it. It was the one with the gold and pearl handle. She looked up at him in surprise. "But..." "Just keep it...it will only stay on the shelf and gather dust otherwise..." Will said as he strode over to the door and unlatched it. He pushed open the door wide and breathed deep the warm night air.
Mara smiled and tied the sword to her hip. "I shall make good use of it...." With that she joined Will at the door. There was a small pause as they both stood there in the doorway looking out into the night. Things were happening so fast but somehow knowing Will was at her side and ready to help calmed her thoughts slightly. "I guess we are off then?" Will asked looking over at Mara. Mara said nothing only gave him a slight nod before she walked out the door and into the night.
The night was warm with a small pleasant breeze sending through the air the many different sounds and smells of Port Royal. Mara could smell someone cooking a stew in the building next to the blacksmith's. She took a deep breath taking in the rich aroma and wished feverishly that it were her and Will making that stew, but she shook the feeling and continued on as quickly as she could manage in her heavy skirts. It was a calm night with very little people on the streets. Most respectable people by now had returned home to there families. Mara and Will walked down the street quickly heading towards the fort on the harbor. "Mara...where are we going? At least tell me that much..." Will said from behind her. "Were going to the jail cells in the fort. If we do not, I am afraid someone I know will die..." Mara replied grimly. "Someone you know?" "Yes...."
The way she said it meant for Will to drop the subject and he gladly did but he could not help but ask her one more thing. "Does this mean we are breaking someone out?" He could here Mara laughed. "No....of course not. Whatever gave you that idea? I just want to say goodbye before I let him die at the hands of the hangman."
Will frowned slightly when he caught her sarcasm, but he said nothing. It was not worth arguing at that very moment, after all they did seem to be in a bit of a hurry. Whoever was being held in the jail must have been of great importance to Mara because she kept up an exhausting pace all the way down to the dock before turning down the main road and heading for the fort.
Finally after there long walk from the Blacksmith's they reached the main gate of the Fort. At one side of the building there was a large heavy looking iron gate. That one would suspect was for moving troops and carriages in and out of. The other side however had a single plain wooden door. Beside it stood to sleepy looking guards. They were dressed in there bright red uniforms with muskets ready at there sides, the very symbol of her Majesty's troops. Mara could see the two solders head drop down slowly onto there chest the snap back up at attention only to slowly fall back down. Mara grabbed a hold of Will sleeve and pulled him off the main road into a scruffy looking bush growing at the roadside. "So what's the plan..." Will asked crouching down behind the bush.
Mara gathered her skirts up around her knees to try in a frail attempted at keeping then clean as she crouched down next to Will. When she heard Will's question she bit her lip nervously and gave him a sheepish grin. "Actually......I was sort of making it up as I went along..." She admitted. Mara watched as Will made a gaging noise and had to catch himself before he fell over in surprise. "Well actually....um..." She tried to formulate a plan in her head as quickly as she could. "Okay I have one...we will need to split up. I shall go my way and sneak in to here and rescue my friend. You will go down to the docks and find a nice little boat we can borrow...then you will meet us down at the beach just the other side of this fort?"
Will raised an eyebrow and gave Mara an odd look. Somehow despite him knowing she was more then what she seemed, he could just not see Mara taking out two guard and countless others in an attempt to rescue someone else. "You expect to rescue this person all by yourself? And why do we need a ship exactly?"
Mara looked hurt. "Yes I do think I can manage thank you! I am not as frail as I may look William Turner! And we need a bloody boat because do you honestly think that after assisting in a break out we would not be hunted down and punished?" "Alright alright, you win....but just be careful! Norrington is not a fool...I don't think he would go very easy on you...." Will said still concerned as he stood up and brushed the dust off his trousers. "I know, he's my cousin!" Mara said and stood up as well not bothering with her skirts any longer. With that she waved her hand in farewell and walked off back towards the gate, leaving Will staring dumbfounded after her.
There came a load knock at the door just as Mara was finishing the last few sentences in her journal. She let out an irritated sigh and wiped the quill tip on the edge of her dress. Placing it down on the desk, she stood up and briskly walked over to the door to open it. Mara was happy that for once they had a customer but it was truly exasperating considering this was the first chance she had to sit down and write since she came to Will. With her best fake smile plastered on Mara opened the door. "Ello! And-" However as soon as she saw who stood behind the door her smile fell to a deep frown. "Well I am truly surprised that you are still here, now the question would be is Will still here? Or have you dispatched of him?" Norrington said with a grin. "I am not a murderer...." Mara hissed at him. "Good, well I didn't really come for tea or anything. I just thought I would grant you the curtsy of letting you say goodby to your first mate. I am afraid that we ran into a few problems with him, but now that everything is in place he will be hung tomorrow at dawn." Norrington said before giving her a small bow and leaving.
Mara stood there speechless as she watched Norrington leave. Her mind was racing. He's still alive... he is still here in Port Royal. I have to do something, I cant just leave him there to die....Just as these thoughts flashed up in her mind there came a soft scraping noise of a foot on the stone floor. Mara turned and found standing behind her with a deep look of puzzlement Will. She wondered if he had heard the whole conversation. Surely if he did there would be no more lying to him about her past. Mara took a deep breath and steadied herself for the stream of questions. "Mara.........what was that all about?" Will asked quietly as he stood there and studied her with his dark penetrating eyes.
Well that answered that question. He had been there the whole time, and now it was time for her to reveal herself. Just as she was about to answer him the idea of her first mate still alive and in the stockades stopped her. If she were going to do something it would have to be now...there was no time to wait if she planned to save him. However if she did she would have to leave Port Royal immediately. "Will...remember when you told me that you wished to help me..." "Yes..." He answered hesitantly. "I think it now would be a good time to follow up on that promise..." Mara turned and shut the door quickly, locking it behind her. She walked over to him and stood in square in front of him locking his gaze with her clear blue eyes. "I swear on everything that I hold dear, if you help me here and now, no questions asked I will answer ALL of your questions once we are safely out of Port Royal...."
Will frowned and matched her strong gaze. He did not understand what was going on. Why was it Norrington came to visit her, and what did he mean first mate? Something inside him deep down told him Mara was a lot more the she made herself out to be. Her story of learning how to handle herself with a sword never did sit well with him. However Will sensed an urgency in her words and found that he could not deny her is help, even after it was obvious that she had feed him lies since the beginning. He gave her a small nod. "Okay...but you will answer me truthfully..." He warned her.
Mara had been holding her breath for his answer, but exhaled in relief. "Thank you." She said quietly genuinely smiling up at him. "Okay...were going to need some swords...." She said with a little hint of excitement.
Will hesitated for a moment but decided not to question her. "That I do believe we can handle." He said as he rushed over to the rack on the far side of the shop. On this rack he had displayed some of his finest work all laid out neatly awaiting any prospective buyers. He gave a sad laugh and picked two up. "I am afraid I am doomed when it comes to selling my wares...here" He tossed Mara one of the swords. "I know it is your favorite..." He said grinning as he grabbed his belt and sheath and slipped them around his waist as he placed his sword at his hip.
Mara caught the sword in her right hand and looked down at it. It was the one with the gold and pearl handle. She looked up at him in surprise. "But..." "Just keep it...it will only stay on the shelf and gather dust otherwise..." Will said as he strode over to the door and unlatched it. He pushed open the door wide and breathed deep the warm night air.
Mara smiled and tied the sword to her hip. "I shall make good use of it...." With that she joined Will at the door. There was a small pause as they both stood there in the doorway looking out into the night. Things were happening so fast but somehow knowing Will was at her side and ready to help calmed her thoughts slightly. "I guess we are off then?" Will asked looking over at Mara. Mara said nothing only gave him a slight nod before she walked out the door and into the night.
The night was warm with a small pleasant breeze sending through the air the many different sounds and smells of Port Royal. Mara could smell someone cooking a stew in the building next to the blacksmith's. She took a deep breath taking in the rich aroma and wished feverishly that it were her and Will making that stew, but she shook the feeling and continued on as quickly as she could manage in her heavy skirts. It was a calm night with very little people on the streets. Most respectable people by now had returned home to there families. Mara and Will walked down the street quickly heading towards the fort on the harbor. "Mara...where are we going? At least tell me that much..." Will said from behind her. "Were going to the jail cells in the fort. If we do not, I am afraid someone I know will die..." Mara replied grimly. "Someone you know?" "Yes...."
The way she said it meant for Will to drop the subject and he gladly did but he could not help but ask her one more thing. "Does this mean we are breaking someone out?" He could here Mara laughed. "No....of course not. Whatever gave you that idea? I just want to say goodbye before I let him die at the hands of the hangman."
Will frowned slightly when he caught her sarcasm, but he said nothing. It was not worth arguing at that very moment, after all they did seem to be in a bit of a hurry. Whoever was being held in the jail must have been of great importance to Mara because she kept up an exhausting pace all the way down to the dock before turning down the main road and heading for the fort.
Finally after there long walk from the Blacksmith's they reached the main gate of the Fort. At one side of the building there was a large heavy looking iron gate. That one would suspect was for moving troops and carriages in and out of. The other side however had a single plain wooden door. Beside it stood to sleepy looking guards. They were dressed in there bright red uniforms with muskets ready at there sides, the very symbol of her Majesty's troops. Mara could see the two solders head drop down slowly onto there chest the snap back up at attention only to slowly fall back down. Mara grabbed a hold of Will sleeve and pulled him off the main road into a scruffy looking bush growing at the roadside. "So what's the plan..." Will asked crouching down behind the bush.
Mara gathered her skirts up around her knees to try in a frail attempted at keeping then clean as she crouched down next to Will. When she heard Will's question she bit her lip nervously and gave him a sheepish grin. "Actually......I was sort of making it up as I went along..." She admitted. Mara watched as Will made a gaging noise and had to catch himself before he fell over in surprise. "Well actually....um..." She tried to formulate a plan in her head as quickly as she could. "Okay I have one...we will need to split up. I shall go my way and sneak in to here and rescue my friend. You will go down to the docks and find a nice little boat we can borrow...then you will meet us down at the beach just the other side of this fort?"
Will raised an eyebrow and gave Mara an odd look. Somehow despite him knowing she was more then what she seemed, he could just not see Mara taking out two guard and countless others in an attempt to rescue someone else. "You expect to rescue this person all by yourself? And why do we need a ship exactly?"
Mara looked hurt. "Yes I do think I can manage thank you! I am not as frail as I may look William Turner! And we need a bloody boat because do you honestly think that after assisting in a break out we would not be hunted down and punished?" "Alright alright, you win....but just be careful! Norrington is not a fool...I don't think he would go very easy on you...." Will said still concerned as he stood up and brushed the dust off his trousers. "I know, he's my cousin!" Mara said and stood up as well not bothering with her skirts any longer. With that she waved her hand in farewell and walked off back towards the gate, leaving Will staring dumbfounded after her.