I am sorry that this update took so long but a lot of things in my life have been happening. It is only now that I have found time to write more. Thanks to all who are reading this.
Will stood there for a moment with his mouth slightly agape not exactly sure what he should do or say. Norrington's cousin was a female pirate? Now if that wasn't a twist of irony! The man who seemed to hate pirates the most was in fact related to one, no wonder Norrington left that part out when Mara was given to him. Finally after a few more moments Will brushed the shock from his face and started walking down to the docks. It was a little to late to stand and ponder ones situation now, especially since he had promised Mara he would find her a ship. His feet carried him swiftly down the docks scanning each ship as he walked by. Will might have only been a blacksmith, but he had been around ships long enough to know what they were looking for. Finally there came into his view a rather promising ship The Phantom. It was and interesting name but smaller then most of the other ships, however this did not deter him. Will could tell that it was fast perhaps not the fastest, but the best he could do on this short of notice. Silently he crept aboard to prepare the ship.
Mara moved quickly and silently in the dark creeping closer and closer to the large wooden doors the lead to the entrance to the jail. To her surprise there was not a single solider guarding it, no living being seemed to occupy the area. It seemed to easy if not a little careless on Norringtons part. She could feel every muscle in her body tense up as she slid out of the shadow and up to the door. It was a trap she thought as she placed her hands on the large door to open it. There was pause for a moment, but when Mara thought of her first mate, the single survivor of her crew she pushed the door open and went inside.
At first she could see a long set of stairs leading down into the dungeon but as the door slid shut Mara was plunged into darkness. Reaching out into the darkness she sought something to guide herself down and as her hand touched the cold stone of the wall she breathed a sigh of relief. Carefully she made her way down the steps and finally after what seemed like forever she reached the bottom. The room was illuminated by a single candle that gave off just enough light that Mara could see the she had indeed found the jail. However it was empty, except for one man…
"Norrington…" Mara growled as the figure stood up into the light. "Where is he?"
With a slightly cocky grin plastered on his face Norrigton stepped closer to her. "Nothing, we never had him to begin with dear cousin, you really were the only survivor. It was all just a ploy to get you here. After all I knew it would not have been long untill you ditched young Will.. Just thought I would plan ahead."
Mara step backwards towards the steps almost tripping on the first stair. "You really are low…" She hissed her eyes narrowed in anger. As carefully as possible she began to move slowly back up where she had come from but it was to no avail Norrington followed still wearing that damn smirk.
"You know your Aunt and Uncle never forgave you for running away, it nearly ruined them when your fiancé's family found out of your disappearance. They had put a lot of money into that match and your dowry… I guess I was angry with you as well you were my best friend…" Norringtons grin faded and he shook his head sadly. "I really missed you Mara. You were one of the only people I could really speak with back home."
"You know I did not love that man, It is I who shall never forgive you and your family for forcing me into marrying him…that's why I ran away, not because of you." Mara said quietly knowing that this was as good a chance as any to run. Before he could say another word she turned and barreled up the stairs blindly until she reached the door. With one great shove the door opened and Mara escaped out into the cold night air.
Norrington was not about to let her escape this easily he followed her up the stairs and throught the door but it was clear to him that when she reached the dock that he would not catch her. In desperation he pulled out his pistol and aimed.
There was a load crack and the smell of gun powder filled the air. To Mara's surprise there was this searing pain in her stomach but there was no time to stop and ponder what it was now. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her down the dock all the while feeling a stinging pain. Finally there at the edge of the dock there came a welcome face. It was Will and he had kept his promise.
"Mara where is your first mate?" He asked quizzically noticing that there was no one else following her.
"He dead…" She said grabbing Wills shirt and pulling him up the ramp of the ship.
"Dead? What happened? Was it a trap?" He asked following her up into the ship.
"It was a trap all right and Norrington was there, if I know him he'll be here any time now. So I think there should be less talk more sailing." She said flatly as she began to untie the ship from the dock. Suddenly Mara stopped as she could feel the pain in her stomach get worse, she went down to feel what it was and realized what had happened.
"Mara?" Asked Will with concern on his face. He had finished with getting the ship ready when he had realized that she had stopped.
Mara did not answer as she could feel her head swimming and her world becoming dark. With a slight thud on the deck she passed out her fresh gunshot wound now bleeding steadily.