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Ch. 3 Falling
Will's hand tingled from the continuing hits of his hammer and he reached up, wiping sweat from his face. He needed a break...badly. Elizabeth was sitting outside at a small table and he sat down across from her, eyes travailing up, as they always did, to the sign above the door.
"William Turner, Blacksmith." He read allowed smiling and returning his gaze to his wife. "I'll never get used to it." She smiled back but didn't look at him, her gaze still on the notebook placed in front of her, quill suspended over it with ink beside her. "You're still finding names?" He asked, laughing slightly. "Don't you think it's a bit premature?"
Elizabeth looked up from her book, frowning. "Premature?" She asked delicately. "Will, there are only seven months until the baby is born, he or she needs a proper name!" Will sighed and shook his head, Elizabeth was always right – at least he let her think so – and there was no use in arguing. He peered down at the list.
"Albert." That made him cringe and Elizabeth looked up as he shook his head, making a face. "No, Elizabeth, that's a stupid name." Elizabeth glared at him.
"That was my grandfather's name." She said. Will gulped.
"Ah...it's not a name for a...um...baby." He said. Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow.
"My grandfather was a baby at one point." She said simply. Will laughed lightly making Elizabeth smile. "Well, if you don't like that what about my father's name? Weatherby." Will shook his head hard and Elizabeth smiled, wrinkling her nose. "No, I guess not."
"I like Jonathan." Will said, that had been a man he'd known as a boy, who had helped his mother a lot as he'd grown up. Elizabeth pointed to the top of the list and Will read the name. Jonathan. "How about Lee, or...Adam?" Again Elizabeth pointed to the list. His eyes traveled down the names. James.
"No!" He hissed. "Not James, anything but James!" Elizabeth looked at him, shocked.
"James is a great name." She said. Will shook his head.
"Norrington, I'll be ashamed forever and if Jack ever comes to visit...he won't because James is in the house!" Elizabeth frowned.
"He didn't even come to the wedding Will, what makes you think you'll ever see him again? It's been four years." Will wasn't listening but scanning the list. William.
"Not William either." He said. Elizabeth's brow furrowed. "My name, my father's name...I'm pretty sure my grandfather and great grandfather were Williams also." Elizabeth took her quill and scratched it out, just over the name John. "Not John."
"Why?" She asked, looked down with a pouty face. "I like John, it's from the bible."
"So is Ruth but I don't see it on your list." Will replied. Elizabeth smiled and wrote down Ruth with a small 'ah'. "Anyway, not John, that's Jack's real name I'm sure. Jack is short for John and I don't want our kid named after Jack...pirate, you know." Elizabeth smiled faintly but didn't cross off John or Ana, which was written beneath. "No."
Elizabeth breathed out a deep sighed and looked up at William, annoyed. "What now Will?"
"Ana?" Elizabeth nodded, a frown on her face. "Not, Ana...loud mouth, slaps, bossiness...any of these mean anything to you?" Elizabeth smiled slightly and nodded. "Well, Anamaria! I'm not having my kid named after her."
"But she took initiative, she's strong...even if I hate her and besides, the baby wouldn't be named after that Ana. I have an aunt named Ana."
"I don't care." Will replied. Elizabeth turned back to the book.
"Any more you don't want?" She asked, not removing Ana. Will perused the list, making out the names which were upside down.
"No." He said finally, knowing he wasn't going to win. Standing, he wiped a few trickles of sweat from his face and walked around the table, kissing his wife passionately. Elizabeth pulled away, giggling and glancing up and down the street.
"Not in public." She said hastily, pushing back a strand of loose blond/brown hair and trying to hide the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. With her quill she pointed to the door. "Go, work. I'll be at home, the party is in only a few days."
"Party?" Will asked, stopping to look at her, confused. "What party?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes and sighed, scratching an itch on her head.
"The one we're holding, in celebration of the baby." She said, as though this was something she'd already told him many times. Will blinked, remembering. Finally he smiled.
"Oh yeah!" He said, catching on. "You told me about that...um..."
"Three weeks ago." Elizabeth said with a small laugh. "Will Turner, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were getting older and dumber by the minute." Will laughed and walked towards the shop. When he got to the door he stopped and turned to look at her.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were to." Elizabeth tore out a blank page from her book and threw it at him. The harmless paper hit the ground and bounced away, down the path, swept by the wind. Will shook a finger at her and went inside.
He stoked the fire and stared into it for a long time, thinking about this new baby. Would he leave it just like his father had left him? Would he even be a good father? What would the baby be, a boy or a girl...what would it look like? He shivered slightly, not due to cold but nerves. He couldn't wait.
Jack rolled over,
shivering, his forehead beading with sweat, his breathing coming in
deep gasps. Sharp pains pierced his body as though a hundred knives
were cutting him. The blankets of his bed were tight, drawn around him
in an effort to keep warm. His insides and outsides were freezing.
Opening his eyes, Jack knew no matter how tired he was, he wouldn't be getting any sleep. Getting out of bed and dis-tangling himself from his blankets, Jack moved across the room to the table in the corner and moved aside bits of parchment and maps with a shaking hand until he found the letter he'd received the day before from the bartender.
Pulling it out of the mess and laying it on top, Jack went over to the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of rum, taking it to the table and sitting down, drinking deeply. He had to read it again, make sure it was right.
Translating took a few minutes but he had the time, Anamaria had told him to lye down as he'd been up all night with the Pearl and everyone thought he was asleep.
"The tales started about fourteen years ago, as you know." He read aloud, muttering each word under his breath and trying to ignore the dizziness and nausea that swept his body. "In a small bar in Tortuga. The man was named, Gregory Matavich, and he was apparently from the ship Fated Partings, which sailed out of India years before with a large treasure. Well, I have sources which indicated that this is true, Jack. I know you'll find this but I can't say more, they're after me...you know the treasure and the stories behind it. I have reason to believe Ethan wants it." Jack stopped there and took another swig of rum, thinking.
He knew what Ethan would use it for but he needed help...he knew where to get it. Looking down at the letter, Jack skipped a few lines and read the last part. "He'll have it, I know he will. I heard about the accident but, maybe he'll remember it. I left it to his mother in a song and hope she passed it on, as instructed. I hope so. All my best Jack. Sincerely, an old friend."
Jack rummaged through the envelope and pulled out the ring. It had been his friend's, a sign of who had sent the stuff. The third, the map, was the map of the Fated Partings Island, he was sure. He knew the stories, knew the legends. All of those had different meanings, held different fates...with help, he'd be able to get the right one. Ethan must have the copy of the map with him, all he'd need was the right parting.
A knock on the door startled him and he hastily shoved the items back into the envelope before throwing them into his deck drawer. When he was satisfied that they were well hidden, Jack went to the door and called through the wood, "What is it?"
"It's a who and her name is Anamaria!" Ana's voice called back. Jack hesitated, hand on the handle and finally turned it, pulling the door wide. Anamaria stepped in and looked him up and down.
She'd never seen him like this before. His face was slightly pale and there were dark patches beneath his eyes but it wasn't kohl or else it would be smudged from sleep. His eyes didn't sparkle like they usually did either; they were dull and lacked the intensity she'd always seen. His head was bare and bandana-less, black/brown hair tangled and loose, free of beads and she noticed a fine sheen of perspiration covering his forehead.
"How do you feel?" She asked. Jack glanced around quickly and then pulled her inside, slamming the door behind her. Anamaria spun around and growled as Jack's hands clasped her upper arms in a death grip.
"Sshh!" He hissed as she tried to pull away. "Don't let everyone know!" Anamaria glared.
"Look, I didn' 'ave to come but I did! I didn' 'ave to stay, but I did! I didn' 'ave to keep my mouth shut about you being sick! I did, okay, so let me go!" Anamaria said in a raised voice. Jack shook her once and let her go, turning back to the table and grabbing his heavy coat from the chair pushed partly into it. It was warm in the cabin and he was wearing his coat? Maybe he had a fever now. Anamaria straightened her cloths angrily and went to leave before Jack stopped her.
"I have to talk to you." He said, "Don't you leave." Ana stopped and turned back to him. He was leaning on the table, his back to her...he'd been so quiet she had almost not heard him.
"You 'ave a funny was o' showin' it." She growled, "Wantin' to talk but attackin' me." Jack didn't turn but stayed exactly as he was, his voice still quiet.
"I don't want everyone to know...alright? Not Gibbs, not Moises...no one." Anamaria left the door and walked over to Jack.
Sitting down in a chair across from him, Anamaria leaned down and tried to look into his face which was covered by the curtain of brown hair. He glanced up at her before turning away and walking to the dresser in the corner. He opened a drawer and took out the contents of the envelope from the pub.
"These are clues." He said, coming back to the table and sitting down, shoving the map and the letter across the table towards her. "They tell me where I have to go." He then proceeded to translate the letter to her. When he was done, he told her the whole story or, as much as he dared, and then stopped, watching her take it all in.
"So, Ethan wants it, to bring his brother back?" She asked. Jack nodded and placed his head on the table top. "He'll be stornger then before?" Jack nodded. "You still didn't tell me who sent it."
"All in good time, my dear lady...when you need to know." Anamaria felt a ripple of anger but helf it at bay, remembering his predicament. She'd have to learn to trust him some time. Suddenly it hit her...the other night, in the storm. Jack had been tryinng to kill himself, the way he wanted, on his terms. She mentally shook herself, not Captain Jack Sparrow.
"So, set a course for here?" She asked, pointing at the map. Jack shook his head.
"No." He said quietly. "Set a course for Port Royal. Quickly, there may not be much time."
Short and not to sweet. Tell me, please, what you thought.
Alteng: Thanks. Your computer had a break-down to. Gibbs is trust-worthy enough...well...as trust-worthy as Jack anyways and that's...not much in some ways. Oh well...it all good. Yeah, jack's crew should look at his last one before they plan mutiny, eh? Hehehehehehehehehehehehe....hehehehehehehehe. the map, ring and letter will all tie in the end, as I always like to do, tying things up...all the loose ends, its fun that way! Oh ladies...ladies...how do you make a dying man choose? Well, maybe there is no choice...take the blond! Kidding! I am my worst critic...scratch that, could have been written better. I am most definitely my worst critic (That could have been written better to)
Meowface: Hi! What's up? Thanks and, all your pleases are paying off...except for the real soon part...this was kind of a long wait. Sorry! Truly!
DragonHunter200: I like how you pointed out my lines, I like that you take the time to show me what you like, it reminds me who I'm also doing this for and tells me what standards I have to live up to. Kill him................hmmmmmm. NO, OF COURSE NOT...Well, wait... I was thinking about that thing. Okay, lets just put that he may or may not die. Satisfied? Reality suxs but...it's reality. You know? STUPID REALITY!
Shaz1: Thank you so much, I must say I like it to...not to sound up on my self or anything, it's just...I know this will sound weird but...it's my baby. Here's more! Well, above was more, this is just an answer to your review, there will be more though.
Ch. 3 Falling
Will's hand tingled from the continuing hits of his hammer and he reached up, wiping sweat from his face. He needed a break...badly. Elizabeth was sitting outside at a small table and he sat down across from her, eyes travailing up, as they always did, to the sign above the door.
"William Turner, Blacksmith." He read allowed smiling and returning his gaze to his wife. "I'll never get used to it." She smiled back but didn't look at him, her gaze still on the notebook placed in front of her, quill suspended over it with ink beside her. "You're still finding names?" He asked, laughing slightly. "Don't you think it's a bit premature?"
Elizabeth looked up from her book, frowning. "Premature?" She asked delicately. "Will, there are only seven months until the baby is born, he or she needs a proper name!" Will sighed and shook his head, Elizabeth was always right – at least he let her think so – and there was no use in arguing. He peered down at the list.
"Albert." That made him cringe and Elizabeth looked up as he shook his head, making a face. "No, Elizabeth, that's a stupid name." Elizabeth glared at him.
"That was my grandfather's name." She said. Will gulped.
"Ah...it's not a name for a...um...baby." He said. Elizabeth cocked an eyebrow.
"My grandfather was a baby at one point." She said simply. Will laughed lightly making Elizabeth smile. "Well, if you don't like that what about my father's name? Weatherby." Will shook his head hard and Elizabeth smiled, wrinkling her nose. "No, I guess not."
"I like Jonathan." Will said, that had been a man he'd known as a boy, who had helped his mother a lot as he'd grown up. Elizabeth pointed to the top of the list and Will read the name. Jonathan. "How about Lee, or...Adam?" Again Elizabeth pointed to the list. His eyes traveled down the names. James.
"No!" He hissed. "Not James, anything but James!" Elizabeth looked at him, shocked.
"James is a great name." She said. Will shook his head.
"Norrington, I'll be ashamed forever and if Jack ever comes to visit...he won't because James is in the house!" Elizabeth frowned.
"He didn't even come to the wedding Will, what makes you think you'll ever see him again? It's been four years." Will wasn't listening but scanning the list. William.
"Not William either." He said. Elizabeth's brow furrowed. "My name, my father's name...I'm pretty sure my grandfather and great grandfather were Williams also." Elizabeth took her quill and scratched it out, just over the name John. "Not John."
"Why?" She asked, looked down with a pouty face. "I like John, it's from the bible."
"So is Ruth but I don't see it on your list." Will replied. Elizabeth smiled and wrote down Ruth with a small 'ah'. "Anyway, not John, that's Jack's real name I'm sure. Jack is short for John and I don't want our kid named after Jack...pirate, you know." Elizabeth smiled faintly but didn't cross off John or Ana, which was written beneath. "No."
Elizabeth breathed out a deep sighed and looked up at William, annoyed. "What now Will?"
"Ana?" Elizabeth nodded, a frown on her face. "Not, Ana...loud mouth, slaps, bossiness...any of these mean anything to you?" Elizabeth smiled slightly and nodded. "Well, Anamaria! I'm not having my kid named after her."
"But she took initiative, she's strong...even if I hate her and besides, the baby wouldn't be named after that Ana. I have an aunt named Ana."
"I don't care." Will replied. Elizabeth turned back to the book.
"Any more you don't want?" She asked, not removing Ana. Will perused the list, making out the names which were upside down.
"No." He said finally, knowing he wasn't going to win. Standing, he wiped a few trickles of sweat from his face and walked around the table, kissing his wife passionately. Elizabeth pulled away, giggling and glancing up and down the street.
"Not in public." She said hastily, pushing back a strand of loose blond/brown hair and trying to hide the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. With her quill she pointed to the door. "Go, work. I'll be at home, the party is in only a few days."
"Party?" Will asked, stopping to look at her, confused. "What party?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes and sighed, scratching an itch on her head.
"The one we're holding, in celebration of the baby." She said, as though this was something she'd already told him many times. Will blinked, remembering. Finally he smiled.
"Oh yeah!" He said, catching on. "You told me about that...um..."
"Three weeks ago." Elizabeth said with a small laugh. "Will Turner, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were getting older and dumber by the minute." Will laughed and walked towards the shop. When he got to the door he stopped and turned to look at her.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were to." Elizabeth tore out a blank page from her book and threw it at him. The harmless paper hit the ground and bounced away, down the path, swept by the wind. Will shook a finger at her and went inside.
He stoked the fire and stared into it for a long time, thinking about this new baby. Would he leave it just like his father had left him? Would he even be a good father? What would the baby be, a boy or a girl...what would it look like? He shivered slightly, not due to cold but nerves. He couldn't wait.
Opening his eyes, Jack knew no matter how tired he was, he wouldn't be getting any sleep. Getting out of bed and dis-tangling himself from his blankets, Jack moved across the room to the table in the corner and moved aside bits of parchment and maps with a shaking hand until he found the letter he'd received the day before from the bartender.
Pulling it out of the mess and laying it on top, Jack went over to the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of rum, taking it to the table and sitting down, drinking deeply. He had to read it again, make sure it was right.
Translating took a few minutes but he had the time, Anamaria had told him to lye down as he'd been up all night with the Pearl and everyone thought he was asleep.
"The tales started about fourteen years ago, as you know." He read aloud, muttering each word under his breath and trying to ignore the dizziness and nausea that swept his body. "In a small bar in Tortuga. The man was named, Gregory Matavich, and he was apparently from the ship Fated Partings, which sailed out of India years before with a large treasure. Well, I have sources which indicated that this is true, Jack. I know you'll find this but I can't say more, they're after me...you know the treasure and the stories behind it. I have reason to believe Ethan wants it." Jack stopped there and took another swig of rum, thinking.
He knew what Ethan would use it for but he needed help...he knew where to get it. Looking down at the letter, Jack skipped a few lines and read the last part. "He'll have it, I know he will. I heard about the accident but, maybe he'll remember it. I left it to his mother in a song and hope she passed it on, as instructed. I hope so. All my best Jack. Sincerely, an old friend."
Jack rummaged through the envelope and pulled out the ring. It had been his friend's, a sign of who had sent the stuff. The third, the map, was the map of the Fated Partings Island, he was sure. He knew the stories, knew the legends. All of those had different meanings, held different fates...with help, he'd be able to get the right one. Ethan must have the copy of the map with him, all he'd need was the right parting.
A knock on the door startled him and he hastily shoved the items back into the envelope before throwing them into his deck drawer. When he was satisfied that they were well hidden, Jack went to the door and called through the wood, "What is it?"
"It's a who and her name is Anamaria!" Ana's voice called back. Jack hesitated, hand on the handle and finally turned it, pulling the door wide. Anamaria stepped in and looked him up and down.
She'd never seen him like this before. His face was slightly pale and there were dark patches beneath his eyes but it wasn't kohl or else it would be smudged from sleep. His eyes didn't sparkle like they usually did either; they were dull and lacked the intensity she'd always seen. His head was bare and bandana-less, black/brown hair tangled and loose, free of beads and she noticed a fine sheen of perspiration covering his forehead.
"How do you feel?" She asked. Jack glanced around quickly and then pulled her inside, slamming the door behind her. Anamaria spun around and growled as Jack's hands clasped her upper arms in a death grip.
"Sshh!" He hissed as she tried to pull away. "Don't let everyone know!" Anamaria glared.
"Look, I didn' 'ave to come but I did! I didn' 'ave to stay, but I did! I didn' 'ave to keep my mouth shut about you being sick! I did, okay, so let me go!" Anamaria said in a raised voice. Jack shook her once and let her go, turning back to the table and grabbing his heavy coat from the chair pushed partly into it. It was warm in the cabin and he was wearing his coat? Maybe he had a fever now. Anamaria straightened her cloths angrily and went to leave before Jack stopped her.
"I have to talk to you." He said, "Don't you leave." Ana stopped and turned back to him. He was leaning on the table, his back to her...he'd been so quiet she had almost not heard him.
"You 'ave a funny was o' showin' it." She growled, "Wantin' to talk but attackin' me." Jack didn't turn but stayed exactly as he was, his voice still quiet.
"I don't want everyone to know...alright? Not Gibbs, not Moises...no one." Anamaria left the door and walked over to Jack.
Sitting down in a chair across from him, Anamaria leaned down and tried to look into his face which was covered by the curtain of brown hair. He glanced up at her before turning away and walking to the dresser in the corner. He opened a drawer and took out the contents of the envelope from the pub.
"These are clues." He said, coming back to the table and sitting down, shoving the map and the letter across the table towards her. "They tell me where I have to go." He then proceeded to translate the letter to her. When he was done, he told her the whole story or, as much as he dared, and then stopped, watching her take it all in.
"So, Ethan wants it, to bring his brother back?" She asked. Jack nodded and placed his head on the table top. "He'll be stornger then before?" Jack nodded. "You still didn't tell me who sent it."
"All in good time, my dear lady...when you need to know." Anamaria felt a ripple of anger but helf it at bay, remembering his predicament. She'd have to learn to trust him some time. Suddenly it hit her...the other night, in the storm. Jack had been tryinng to kill himself, the way he wanted, on his terms. She mentally shook herself, not Captain Jack Sparrow.
"So, set a course for here?" She asked, pointing at the map. Jack shook his head.
"No." He said quietly. "Set a course for Port Royal. Quickly, there may not be much time."
Alteng: Thanks. Your computer had a break-down to. Gibbs is trust-worthy enough...well...as trust-worthy as Jack anyways and that's...not much in some ways. Oh well...it all good. Yeah, jack's crew should look at his last one before they plan mutiny, eh? Hehehehehehehehehehehehe....hehehehehehehehe. the map, ring and letter will all tie in the end, as I always like to do, tying things up...all the loose ends, its fun that way! Oh ladies...ladies...how do you make a dying man choose? Well, maybe there is no choice...take the blond! Kidding! I am my worst critic...scratch that, could have been written better. I am most definitely my worst critic (That could have been written better to)
Meowface: Hi! What's up? Thanks and, all your pleases are paying off...except for the real soon part...this was kind of a long wait. Sorry! Truly!
DragonHunter200: I like how you pointed out my lines, I like that you take the time to show me what you like, it reminds me who I'm also doing this for and tells me what standards I have to live up to. Kill him................hmmmmmm. NO, OF COURSE NOT...Well, wait... I was thinking about that thing. Okay, lets just put that he may or may not die. Satisfied? Reality suxs but...it's reality. You know? STUPID REALITY!
Shaz1: Thank you so much, I must say I like it to...not to sound up on my self or anything, it's just...I know this will sound weird but...it's my baby. Here's more! Well, above was more, this is just an answer to your review, there will be more though.
