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Chapter 3: A Drunken Dream
Jack just blinked at hr in disbelief, "Come again Luv??"
Elisabeth sighed, slumping her shoulders, betraying her usually perfect posture, "He's dead Jack. He died just under a year ago." Regaining her composure she looked him straight in the eyes, "I'm sorry. You should go now, before some one sees you. No point in being sent to the gallows just yet. Goodbye Jack." With that she turned on her heal and retreated back up the stairs leaving a very shocked and somber Jack to his thoughts.
Making hi way down the unfamiliar roads, Jack stopped, looking in the window of an all too familiar Smithy. One thought still bugged him, though for no apparent reason, but he jut couldn't help but wonder, 'Why didn't the Lass say why he died, there has to be a reason for it, maybe he's not dead after all, maybe there's something she's trying to hide.' He shook his had clearing out all thoughts, "Wishful thinking won't do you any good now mate. It's just you and your onesies."
Against his better judgment he slowly pried the door of the smithy open, sending a cloud of dust erupting into the air, catching on all the cobwebs, giving the room an even more eerie feeling than it already possessed. The room was in a worse state than Jack could ever imagine, tables were upturned, swords strewn all over the place, the now nearly completed carcass of Wills faithful mule headless. The entire scene pointed to one possibility. Some one had attacked Will, and bested him.
Blinking rapidly to try to clear the image from his mind, Jack turned rapidly and ran out the door and down he windy back streets. He just ran, not caring where he went, not caring what happens, he just needed to get as far away from that smithy as his legs could carry him. He was only stopped when he ran right into a rather flimsy, navy blue...wall? Nope this is definitely not a wall.
Jack slowly peered up at the obstacle that had blocked his path, "Well fancy meeting you here. Now I shall be on my way." He bowed far more than ceremoniously, "Commodore." Turned on his heel and begins t sprint in the opposite direction.
He was roughly seized by the guards that the oh so beloved Norrington seemed to drag with him everywhere. "And just where do you think you are going, Pirate" he spat.
Jack rolled his eyes and turned to face Norrington, he was not in the mood to deal with this. "Nowhere of consequence"
The Commodore didn't even acknowledge him with his usually Holier-than-thou comment; he just nodded his head at the guard and turned away as the guards dragged Jack towards the cells. This really was not his day
Sorry bout the delay, but hey you know how writers block goes