CHAPTER EIGHT.

Gone with the Wind.

Jack tried to sleep but couldn't. The hot weather, combined with his current circumstances was not the ideal potion for good sleep. The pirate sat up in his bed and rubbed his sore temples. He sighed deeply and looked out the window. The air was still and quiet outside. Jack swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He walked over to the wash basin and scooped some cool water in his hands and splashed it onto his face, the cold liquid running down his forehead and over his closed eyes. The cool water was a welcome change from the hot air lingering in the room.

The past few days had been indeed troublesome ones. First, with the major misunderstanding with Will and Elizabeth, then Lucinda, Norringtons soon-to-be wife and now being sent off like a criminal to some unknown land. Jack, of course had brought misfortune with him but, he doubted the pirates of the Lady Rose could even do any serious damage to Port Royale, there were hardly enough of them.


James Norrington sighed as he finished reading his book. He had not been able to sleep so he had since got up, sharpened his sword, written a letter to his father and now was reading. He was looking forward to arresting that good-for-nothing pirate tomorrow. He was mulling over possible ways to do it, the best he had was take the filthy pirate by force, shoot a malevolous glance at Will and escort Jack off the premises.

Norrington had felt a certain jealously towards Will since he had proposed to Elizabeth. Yes, he would take Jack away right in front of Will and Elizabeth, just to spite them.


Elizabeth sighed as she got out of bed. The sun had just risen over the horizon and cast a warm glow into her bedroom. She noticed Will was no next to her. He must have gone for a walk. Which reminded her, Jack was going to that horrid island today. Instantly, tears stung Elizabeths brown eyes. She forced them back as she pulled her dressing gown over her shoulders and shivered slightly. The Governors daughter walked over to the door and opened it. She made her way past Jacks empty room and down the cold marble staircase.

The manor was unusually quiet and had an eerie feel to it, one Elizabeth had never felt in the comfort of her own home. She continued to walk when she heard loud voices coming from outside. Elizabeth threw off her dressing gown, leaving only her nightdress on and ran outside, opening to doors.

The scene unfurled only too quickly before Elizabeths' eyes. There was Jack, being held, hands behind his back, by Gillette, Norringtons' right hand man. Will was opposite him, yelling various expletives at Norrington at his men, whom, all of them, stood poker-faced watching the scene play before them. Norrington stepped forward and looked Will in the eyes.

'Sorry. But, your good friend Jack must leave' he said, ice falling on his every word.

Will stepped closer to James, so that their noses were almost touching and smiled sourly in his face. 'He's leaving now. But I swear on my life and his that we will get him back' he said, narrowing his eyes with every word.

Elizabeth couldn't take it any more. She ran down the steps and onto the stone pathway and stood besides Will. 'You cannot take him' she said simply. Looking James in the eyes.

'Apologies Miss Swann but I can and I will. And there is nothing you can do about it' Just as Norrington finished his sentence Elizabeth could swear she saw Will's eyes on fire.

The blacksmith glared at the commodore and edged even closer to him now, and before Elizabeth or Jack could stop him, Will punched James straight in the face. The commodore bent over, holding his most likely broken nose, but soon stood up to full height again. And Lunged at Will, but before he could strike, Elizabeth stood infront of Will, she knew James would never hit her, but she was wrong. Suddenly, she felt a stinging pain on the side of her face, she touched where it hurt and gasped, James had slapped her across the face. She would never have thought someone of James' rank would ever hit a woman, she suddenly felt sorry for his fiancee. Elizabeth looked at Jack, tears stinging her eyes.

'Goodbye Jack' she said as she hurried back inside to see the full extent of the damage done to her face.

Jack glared at Norrington. How dare he hit a woman. He said to himself. James just glared back. 'Now, if you don't mind,' Norrington said, looking at Will. 'Mr. Sparrow must be off' he said and he and his men escorted Jack to the docks, preparing to take sail off to their destination.


Elizabeth sat up on her bed, a pack of ice on her face to prevent it from bruising. She sighed deeply. Jack was gone, perhaps not forever, but gone all the same. They had to find a way to get him back. Elizabeth lifted the ice off and touched the side of her face and winced. She didn't think Norrington had just slapped her, jaw-breaking punch. Of course, her jaw hadn't been hit. She still hadn't dare look in the mirror. She placed the ice back on her face when the door opened.

Will stepped in, an apologetic look on his face. He crossed the room and sat on the bed next to Elizabeth. 'He's gone' he said quietly as he lifted the ice off Elizabeths face, she winced as he touched it.

'Ouch.' She said. 'How's it look?' she ignored Wills' comment about Jack. She did not want to talk about that right now.

'Not good' he replied. 'Bruised. Does this hurt?' he said as he gently pressed on it.

'Yes' she said closing her eyes, tears leaking out the sides of her eyelids. She opened them once more and took the ice back to place on her face once more.

'Well. Nothing serious I don't think' he paused 'Just bruised badly, that's all' he said, taking her hand in his. 'Norrington is a jerk. I would never have though he would have done that to you'

'Neither would I' she said quietly.


Jack shrugged the guards off him as they walked him down to the docks. 'Get off me yer great oaf!' he yelled at the guard who didn't let go.

People stopped and stared as Jack was being escorted through the streets. Women held their children close and muttered various things about good-for-nothing pirates. Jack smiled sweetly at the staring mothers as he passed them.

Finally they reached the Dauntless, pride of the Royal Navy. It was one of the biggest ships Jack had ever seen. The ship made him think of his own beloved Pearl. Did his crew know he was being sent away? Jack pondered as they shoved him down the wharf. Would they even care? Even if he didn't have faith in his crew he had faith in Will and Elizabeth. They would surely find a way to save him...hopefully.

They approached the Dauntless and they threw Jack onto the deck. 'Get in you ruddy pirate' one of the guards said to him.

'Captain Jack Sparrow t' you mate' he said as he staggered onto the deck, he was met by about five guards, all of whom held one-shot rifles in his face. Jack nodded kindly at them and made his way, unescorted downstairs to the brig. He knew he would have to go there eventually, so he may as well go now, rather than having to face another moment with Commodore Norrington.

It was a nice brig. If brigs could ever be nice. It was not dirty, nor smelly, but clean and rather nice. Jack walked into one of the empty cells that were already open. Bloody Navy he thought to himself, can't even lock doors behind themselves. He sunk down onto the straw ridden floor and sighed, picking up a small pebble off the floor and throwing it back and forth in his hands. It was going to be a long journey.


Mr. Joshamee Gibbs strolled through the streets. It had only been one day since he had heard the news about Jack. He had forced his crew to get to Port Royale as soon as possible. He quickened his pace as the silhouette of Swann Manor came into view.

Elizabeth had sent a letter to him in Tortuga on the off chance he may be there. True enough, he and the rest of the crew were enjoying rest time in the colourful town. Gibbs had predicted the remainder of Barbossas' lot to come after Jack, but he hadn't thought they would do it at the time of Elizabeth and Wills' wedding. Joshamee shrugged as he continued to walk, finally he reached the Manor. It was large enough, he could remember when he had journeyed there from England some thirteen years ago now. Elizabeth by his side, singing about Pirates, that very same day he had met the son of Bootstrap Bill Turner.

He walked through the gates and up the ridiculously long pathway. Gibbs nodded at the two guards at the door and they opened them for him. Standing at the base of the staircase was Elizabeth. As he got closer to her he noticed she had a nasty bruise on her face, but decided not to ask. Instead he greeted her warmly.

' 'ello luv' he said kindly, smiling at her, his greying beard shining in the sunlight.

'Hello Mr. Gibbs' Elizabeth replied, surprised habout her injury. She sighed deeply, suddenly turning solemn. 'You've heard about Jack?' she hadn't asked e asked quietly.

'Indeed Miss. I 'ave' he smiled slightly, trying to ease the mood. Elizabeth cautiously smiled back and sighed.

'Shall we have some tea?' she asked, leading Joshamee into the dining room. The table was set for breakfast, but neither of the two felt hungry, Elizabeth motioned her made, Lucinda, over and asked for some chamomile tea.


Jack sighed as he sat up in his cell. The door was still wide open but he couldn't be bothered to move. He hummed a light tune but stopped after about ten minutes, the same tune could get boring after a while. The pirate longed to be back at Port, they weren't even halfway on the journey. Jack only hoped that Mr. Gibbs and the rest of the crew would find a way to rescue him before it was too late.

Mr. Sparrow had been living on a staple diet of salted beef and wine. Not the ideal choice of gourmet delights, but it was good enough. But, after a while the food did not taste like anything any more and the drink did not quench his thirst. It was sheer boredom upon the dauntless. No music, no card games, no sprightly dancing under moonlight. This ship lacked all the things the Pearl had. The Black Pearl was his ship and he was determined to get back to it no matter what.


Pintel and Ragetti sighed. They were only halfway on their journey and still had no idea where they were going. They only hoped they would beat Jack Sparrow to it. Ragetti still had not been able to find himself his eye, his eye-patch scratched his eye socket until it bled. He rubbed it again, but not without a sharp nudge in the side from Pintel.

Authors note: well thats the end of that chapter (sorry about the ridiculous cliche.) Now PLEASE! review....savvy?