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Chapter 3: Rescued by a Memory
Shadows cast across the land leaving corners unknown, back alleys devoid of life, and unease in the people of the land. Though the sun has just begun to set not too long ago, Port Royal was slipping into the darkened hues of night. The east an indigo-black, the west reflecting the rainbow of the setting sun, in all its golden glory, as the molten orb slips beneath the Caribbean Sea, leaving the iridescent pearl to rise in it's place. From the darkness of the shadows came a glint of chocolate eyes laced with amber, unnoticed by the watched, the hunted, as he was dragged through the town.
Now Captain Jack Sparrow had been in this situation many times before, each escape being more miraculous than the last, but he had to admit, this time he was at a loss for a plan, the news from earlier this afternoon weighing heavy on his mind inhibiting any useful or even coherent thought. Just as he was reaching the doors of the overly familiar fort he quickly glanced over his shoulder, catching a glint of hidden eyes, just as he was shoved through the doors.
Dank, dark and damp was the cell. Stone and straw, iron gates, and extra guards, Jack was screwed. Leaning against the ice, cold wall he wracked his brain trying to find an answer to an excruciatingly important puzzle, freedom. Freedom and life, all hanging by a thread, a thread of which, depends solely upon escape. Things were not looking good. He knew how to escape from the cell but that required a some outside materials, not to mention he didn't think the guards would let anyone down to see him, after last time and all.
The pounding in his head reminded him that he'd think better on some rum. He prodded the guard through the bars "Mate, ain't a condemned man supposed to get a last request?" with this he received a cold glare from the guard he had so selfishly bothered from his probably pointless thoughts and continued, "Cause I could really do with a last drink of rum, Savvy?"
That blasted guard proceeded to ignore him, staring straight ahead, oblivious to anything that was happening around them, that was, of course, until they heard the door swing open. With their curiosity firmly in place, they none to ceremoniously made their way top the top of the stairs.
The unmistakable thud of head against head got the temporarily boredom sedated pirate to his feet. Things happened like a blur, the door was gone and he was flying through the dark alleyways. He pulled away suddenly and tried to get a good look at his rescuer. All he needed was a glance of chocolate eyes before he gasped in wonder, "Will?"