Hey! Back again! Here it is...chapter four. Sorry it took so long!
Ch. 4 arrival
Will opened his eyes slowly, taking in the light streaming through the velvet curtains on the high windows of his room. It was morning? Already? He moaned and rolled over, massaging his aching right shoulder and was about to say 'good morning' to his wife when he realized with a jolt that she wasn't there.
Will sat up, looking bleary eyed around the room. Her presence was absent from there was well. Where could she be? Getting dressed and yawning every now and then, Will poured out a small bit of water from a jug on the dresser and wiped his face with his wet palm. The water felt cool and pleasant against the already warming room and he thought, only for a moment, about closing the drapes and going back to bed for another hour or so. That night, the guests would be arriving to join in the party for Elizabeth and the baby...which wasn't due for so long.
He walked out of the room and down a long corridor to the secret stairway, located behind a tapestry, that led to the kitchens. Below he found a few women baking delicious smelling food, all greeting him with smiles and warm, "Hello Mr. Turner."
The dining room was already set up for the guests, about twenty-five or so. The silver plates and golden drinking glasses shinning in the light from the windows, drapes open to let in all the light and make the room seem more spacious. Will glanced out the window on his way to the entrance hall and caught a glimpse of the sun-bathed harbor, so brilliant today.
Elizabeth was in the entrance hall, flitting around and telling who to hang up what. Will relized almost immediately they were short staffed for hanging decorations and decided it hadn't been wise to come down here now, should have waited another few hours. Casually, so as not to draw attention to himself, Will truned and tried to escape back into the dinning room. He almost made it before he heard Elizbeth's voice.
"Willaim Turner, where do you think your going?" Will cringed and turned to see his wife standing at the foot of the winding marble staircase, hands on her hips, watching him with raised eyebrows. Will smiled cheerfully and walked over to her, past servants and decorators, placing a hand around her waist and kissing her softly on the lips. She pulled away. "Well?"
"I saw you were bussy so I thought I'd stay out of your way." He lied. Elizabeth looked right through him.
"Likely story." She said. "You were trying to sneak off and not do any work. This party is tonight and I'm ripping my hair out trying to get it all ready to go." Will smiled sympathetically. He really would have rather not had a party at all, waited until after the baby was born and have a formal dinner with close friends and family...Elizabeth's family as he didn't have any of his own.
"You'll get it done." He said, leading her away from the banister as a man came down the stairs with a ladder. He didn't want Elizabeth to be knocked in the head by it, seeing as she was slightly preoccupied. "Now, why don't you take a break and..."
"Break! Break!" Elizabeth cried. "I forgot to tell you, we'll need a new tea set, the lavender one broke, someone dropped it." Will tried to look unhappy but was secretly smiling. He hated that damn thing.
"Oh, okay." He said quietly as she bustled away from him and into the dinning room. Thinking now he could make off, back to the entrance hall and out, down to the town, Will turned.
"Will! I need your help in here!" Elizabeth called. Will cursed under his breath and crossed his arms over his chest. Women were such hassles. Hiking up a smile, Will followed his wife to see what she wanted.
There was knocking. Jack could hear it dimly. Someone was knocking on his cabin's door. "What do you want?" He yelled as loudly as his numb spinning brain would allow. This time, he was drunk for good and it felt so wonderful. A woman's voice came floating to him...women were such hassles.
"It's me, Ana..."
"Ana? Who else could it be? There is no other woman on board." Jack moaned. Anamaria seemed to hear him because she opened to door sending a rum bottle rolling away across the floor to the bed where it the post with a soft 'chink'.
"Jack?" She said quietly, coming closer into the room as the red glow of the setting sun filtered in through the window. "Are you okay." Jack couldn't answer; his brain was to dumb at the moment. All he felt like doing was sleeping. Maybe, finally, he'd die on his own terms. Drinking himself to death had seemed like a good idea yesterday, when he had started.
"Hmm." Jack muttered in reply. Anamaria came in and shut the door behind her softly, kicking away broken and empty bottles in her attempt to reach the bed. "Go away."
"No." She replied forcefully. "We're in Port Royal. You told me to come get you when we arrived." Jack couldn't remember ever giving that order but played along with it all the same.
"Changed me mind." He mutter into the pillow, drawing the mound of heavy thick blankets higher over himself and curling up into a tighter ball. Anamaria sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him, he could dimly feel her eyes on him. "Look luv, if your going to sit there an' watch me till I get up...you'll be waiting there a while, savvy?" Anamaria sighed again.
"You are the most stubborn, daft, drunken sot I have ever met, you know that Jack?" Jack cracked an eye and looked over at her. She was fuzzy and oddly wavering.
"Captain, luv. It's captain Sparrow, savvy?" Anamaria growled.
"Yer not much of a captain now, are ye? Most of the crew have gone, snuck into town for supplies and such. Gibbs is waitin' to take us to the Turner's house so as you can speak to the whelp an' then we can leave on what ever venture you fancy. Right now, though, we only have tonight before the navy is sure to find us so I be saying we be movin'."
Jack's head hurt to much to hear the knock on the cabin door. "What?" Anamaria shreaked. Gibbs's voice filtered into the room.
"The sun's almost gone, perfect for sneakin' I be thinkin'. Are you ready to go?" There was a pause. "Is Jack alrigt?"
"He's fine, just a little drunk. We'll be out in a minute." Gibbs made a weird noise and closed the door. Anamaria and Jack sat in silence for a moment before Jack's curiosity got the better of him.
"Where are we...harbour?" Anamaria snorted.
"Harbour? We'd be shot for sure, nah, we be in a cove on the farther side. Less likely to be spotted that way. Now come on you daft fool." She tugged the mound of blankets off him and caounted five or six. He was wearing his blueish grey long coat and his usual assortment of garments underneath. Anamaria could have sworn, with that many blankets, he would have been drippen an ocean of sweat. Lenaing down, she placed the back of her hand to his forehead. Still cold. "Come on! Gibbs, help!"
Gibbs was back. He and Anamaria grabbed Jack beneath the arms and hauled him up. Jack pushed them away roughly. "I'm okay." He slurred, taking a step forward and tripping over the trow rug in his drunken haste. "Just need some...fresh air." They watched, astonished as Jack made his way tipsily to the door, grabbed the handle and slid down the wood until he was on his front at the bottom, snoring.
"Really drunk." Gibbs said. Anamaria followed him over to their captain and turned him over. "Almost as though he be tryin' to kill himself, eh?" He stated. Anamaria ignored this comment, knowing he was probably right and together they lifted Jack to his feet, draped his arms around their shoulders and made their slow progress from the ship and down a bunch of hills to the town of Port Royal.
The place was just as Gibbs and Anamaria could remember it, being here last a few years ago to pull Jack from the water after his botched hanging. It hadn't changed at all...the place was still crawling with red coated guards.
After what felt like hours, with the sun down properly now, they made it to the richest part of the town and Anamaria left her hiding place alone to ask a passing man if he knew where the Turner's home was. The man had looked her up and down critically as her dress was rather shabby, it being the best she could find on short notice, and directed her to a beautiful, but rather smaller then the ones around it, mansion. She'd thanked the man and left, feeling his eyes on her the whole way. Jack was still in a semi- conscious-half drunk stupor when she came back.
"That man said it's that one." She said, pointing to the manor nearby. There was an assortment of carrages and people making their way up the drive. "It looks like they got something going on tonight, don't it?" She whispered. Gibbs nooded, the lights from the windows catching in his eyes as he stared.
"Makes a lot for a blacksmith." He said. Jack's drunken voice answered before Anamaria could.
"Stupid whelp, make that money." He laughed lightly and they looked around fearfully, for any passing people who might have heard. They were alone though. "It'll be 'Lizbeth makin' all the money, you mark me." Anamaria placed her hand over his mouth until her closed his eyes again and they set off, through the darkness and allies to the back streets and the small kitchen door.
"I'll go first." Gibbs said, leaving Anamaria and Jack in the shadows and approaching the house's kitchen door. He knocked three times and waited until a squat, round, red faced woman appeared, wearing shabby cloths and drying her hands on her apron.
"Yes?" She asked, looking Gibbs up and down critically. Gibbs put on his best smile and rubbed his hands on his shirt with out thinking. This woman was actually quite attractive.
"I'm looking for the master of the house...Mr. Turner? It's just, it's an imergancy," The woman made a weird sound and closed the door. Gibbs stood there for a moment, watching the place where she had dissapeared and then raised his hand to knock again when the door opened and William Turner's face appeared.
"Mr. Gibbs?" He said. Gibbs smiled. The boy looked no different from the last time he'd seen him, prehapps slightly older but... "Is there something wrong? Come in..." Will stood aside and motioned for Gibbs to enter but he shook his head.
"It's Jack." Will's brow furrowed.
"Jack?" He asked. "Why, what's wrong with Jack?" Gibbs could hear the sounds of talking guests in the house and was unsure what Jack might do. This was the most drunk he'd ever seen him.
"Well...with yer guests..." Will turned to look at the closed kitchen door behind him and he frowned. "Ye may want to follow me, lad."
Gibbs led Will down the steps and to the dark space between the trees that Anamaria and Jack waited in. Will smiled slightly when he saw Jack but frowned again almost immediately and knelt down beside him.
"Is he alroght? What happened?" Gibbs sat down besode the young blacksmith as Will shook Jack slightly.
"Well, he..."
"Quit shakin' me whelp!" Jack slurred, opening his eyes. "I'm fine...just alil..."
"Are you drunk?" Will asked, knowing the answer already. When was Captain Jack Sparrow ever sober?
"Wait..." Jack held up and hand, closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. "Okay...to your question, yes. Very." Will nodded.
"How many bottles?" He asked. Jac looked at him in mock hurt.
"Jump right to the bottles and no 'high, how ye doing mate? Good to see ye.'" Will smiled.
"What? No, 'Hello whelp, sorry to burst in on you like this, drunk as I am.'" Will said, giving an uncanny resemblance to the pirate captain, "But you know, I've been makin' me fortune and sorry didn't come to the weddin' but, ye know how pirate life be an' all. By the way, happy weddin'?" Jack smiled.
"I'm better." He said. Will laughed lightly and turned his gaze to the house then to Gibbs and Anamaria.
"Do you want to bring him in? We can sneak him through the kitchens and up the hidden staircase to the floor above, put him in the guest bedroom." Anamaria and Gibbs nodded, Anamaria trading places with Will. Will and Gibbs pulled Jack to his feet and they set off through the dark, back towards the house and the safety it would provide.
The kitchen was really nice; the candle filled chandelier swinging wildly in the cool draft they let in from the open door. The women around the kitchen watched the master of the house and these assortment of people make their way to the hidden staircase.
"Stop." Will whispered to Gibbs. The man did as he was told and Will turned to the women. "Please, you have to keep their being here a secret. There is a very dangerous man after them and we could all be dead if it gets out, okay?" The women nodded, looking frightened and Anamaria had to hide her grin at this fib Will Turner, of all people, was telling.
"Sir, if we told the Commodore, he could protect us." Said a young woman in the corner. The others nodded.
"No, it's for his safety as well." Will replied. "I want him to stay safe...it's a matter of life and death ladies, please. No one says a word."
"William, are you in there?" It was Governor Swann's voice. Everyone turned to the kitchen door and the footsteps getting louder.
"Quick, it's my father-in-law!" Will hissed, letting go of Jack and watching as Anamaria and Gibbs made their way clumsily up the hidden staircase. As the tappistry it was hidden behind fell back into place, Will turned and saw his father in law standing in the doorway watching him.
"What are you doing in here?" He asked, smiling. Will returned the smile and glanced at the staircase behind him, the one Swann didn't know about, as a strangled yell floated down to him and there was an odd crash. "What was that?"
"The cat." Will answered simply. The governer blinked at him and Will walked forward, grabbing the man's arm and leading him back out to the party. "How do you like it, sir?" He asked. "Elizabeth organized the whole thing."
"Bet she roped you into some of the decorating." He said. Will smiled and laughed, nodding. Suddenly Swann looked serious. "Look after this child just as you've looked after my daughter." Will raised an eyebrow.
"Why wouldn't I?" He asked. Swann shrugged.
"I'm just worried. Elizabeth's mother died in childbirth with her, I don't want the same to happen here." Will placed a hand on the man's shoulder.
"I promise you, Elizabeth will be fine. Now, if you will please excuse me, I have buisiness elsewhere, enjoy the rest of the night and I will see you at the feast." Swann nodded and walked off, wending his way through the crowd to the Commodore. Will watched him go and, when he was sure the man was gone, made his way back towards the kitchen.
The staircase was dark and there was no noise as Will started up it. At the top he saw someone had hit the table and the vase that had been on it was sitting on the floor beside it, not a scratch of crack on it. Someone had caught it as it had fell.
Jack was lying in the guest bed, his eyes shut tight. Anamaria and Gibbs were sitting beside him, sweat pouring down their faces from their long walk and heavy burden. "He be a lot heavier then he looks." Anamaria muttered. Will came to the bed and finally got a good look at his friend. He was wearing a mountain of cloths.
"Well, it's probably due to all the fabric on his body." Will said. "I'd say he's wearing half his body weight." Will sat down on the edge of the bed to look at his friend, running a hand down Jack's face to feel for a temperature. There was none, he was just really bloody cold. "That's odd." His hand moved down Jack's neck and the pirate, who everyone thought was a sleep, made a grab at it but missed.
"Touch me like that an' I'll kill ye, savvy?" Jack growled. Will pulled away and smiled slightly at Anamaria and Gibbs.
"Savvy Jack. Now, tell me. What's going on?" Jack opened his eyes and peered at Anamaria and Gibbs.
"They have to go first." Jack said. Anamaria and Gibbs made noises of protest but Will was the one to silence them.
"Go to the kitchens, you'll find food and drink there. Take what you want, tell the servants it was me who sent you. Then, when you've had your fill, come back up here with hot tea...for Jack." Jack made a face but didn't say a word till the two others left. When they were gone, Will closed the door and locked it, listening to them arguing all the way down the stairs. When he was sure they were gone, he came back and sat in a chair at Jack's bedside.
"Now, what's going on?" Will asked. Jack sighed.
"There's this guy named Ethan. He wants what I wants." Jack said. Will nodded but Jack had his eyes closed.
"Well?" Will said. Jack stayed silent. "What does Ethan want?"
"He wants to revive his brother." Jack's voice was growing fainter, he was falling asleep. Will had to know.
"Who's his brother?" He asked. Barely above a whisper, Will heard the words.
"Barbossa."
Well? What did you think? I liked it! Now you find out who Ethan is trying to bring back! Hehehehehe
DragonHunter200: Thanks, all the time eh? Cool. I like knowing what you like. Sorry your not satisfied but...you know me, I don't want to give to much away and I really wanted to try and build a plot letting you only enough to get you roped in and then...reel em! Wahoo! Do you think there will be a potc two? I hope so...off topic real bad, eh?
ShadowolfXIII: There, happy Taylor? Hope the teacher doesn't make us shut up again.
Ch. 4 arrival
Will opened his eyes slowly, taking in the light streaming through the velvet curtains on the high windows of his room. It was morning? Already? He moaned and rolled over, massaging his aching right shoulder and was about to say 'good morning' to his wife when he realized with a jolt that she wasn't there.
Will sat up, looking bleary eyed around the room. Her presence was absent from there was well. Where could she be? Getting dressed and yawning every now and then, Will poured out a small bit of water from a jug on the dresser and wiped his face with his wet palm. The water felt cool and pleasant against the already warming room and he thought, only for a moment, about closing the drapes and going back to bed for another hour or so. That night, the guests would be arriving to join in the party for Elizabeth and the baby...which wasn't due for so long.
He walked out of the room and down a long corridor to the secret stairway, located behind a tapestry, that led to the kitchens. Below he found a few women baking delicious smelling food, all greeting him with smiles and warm, "Hello Mr. Turner."
The dining room was already set up for the guests, about twenty-five or so. The silver plates and golden drinking glasses shinning in the light from the windows, drapes open to let in all the light and make the room seem more spacious. Will glanced out the window on his way to the entrance hall and caught a glimpse of the sun-bathed harbor, so brilliant today.
Elizabeth was in the entrance hall, flitting around and telling who to hang up what. Will relized almost immediately they were short staffed for hanging decorations and decided it hadn't been wise to come down here now, should have waited another few hours. Casually, so as not to draw attention to himself, Will truned and tried to escape back into the dinning room. He almost made it before he heard Elizbeth's voice.
"Willaim Turner, where do you think your going?" Will cringed and turned to see his wife standing at the foot of the winding marble staircase, hands on her hips, watching him with raised eyebrows. Will smiled cheerfully and walked over to her, past servants and decorators, placing a hand around her waist and kissing her softly on the lips. She pulled away. "Well?"
"I saw you were bussy so I thought I'd stay out of your way." He lied. Elizabeth looked right through him.
"Likely story." She said. "You were trying to sneak off and not do any work. This party is tonight and I'm ripping my hair out trying to get it all ready to go." Will smiled sympathetically. He really would have rather not had a party at all, waited until after the baby was born and have a formal dinner with close friends and family...Elizabeth's family as he didn't have any of his own.
"You'll get it done." He said, leading her away from the banister as a man came down the stairs with a ladder. He didn't want Elizabeth to be knocked in the head by it, seeing as she was slightly preoccupied. "Now, why don't you take a break and..."
"Break! Break!" Elizabeth cried. "I forgot to tell you, we'll need a new tea set, the lavender one broke, someone dropped it." Will tried to look unhappy but was secretly smiling. He hated that damn thing.
"Oh, okay." He said quietly as she bustled away from him and into the dinning room. Thinking now he could make off, back to the entrance hall and out, down to the town, Will turned.
"Will! I need your help in here!" Elizabeth called. Will cursed under his breath and crossed his arms over his chest. Women were such hassles. Hiking up a smile, Will followed his wife to see what she wanted.
There was knocking. Jack could hear it dimly. Someone was knocking on his cabin's door. "What do you want?" He yelled as loudly as his numb spinning brain would allow. This time, he was drunk for good and it felt so wonderful. A woman's voice came floating to him...women were such hassles.
"It's me, Ana..."
"Ana? Who else could it be? There is no other woman on board." Jack moaned. Anamaria seemed to hear him because she opened to door sending a rum bottle rolling away across the floor to the bed where it the post with a soft 'chink'.
"Jack?" She said quietly, coming closer into the room as the red glow of the setting sun filtered in through the window. "Are you okay." Jack couldn't answer; his brain was to dumb at the moment. All he felt like doing was sleeping. Maybe, finally, he'd die on his own terms. Drinking himself to death had seemed like a good idea yesterday, when he had started.
"Hmm." Jack muttered in reply. Anamaria came in and shut the door behind her softly, kicking away broken and empty bottles in her attempt to reach the bed. "Go away."
"No." She replied forcefully. "We're in Port Royal. You told me to come get you when we arrived." Jack couldn't remember ever giving that order but played along with it all the same.
"Changed me mind." He mutter into the pillow, drawing the mound of heavy thick blankets higher over himself and curling up into a tighter ball. Anamaria sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, watching him, he could dimly feel her eyes on him. "Look luv, if your going to sit there an' watch me till I get up...you'll be waiting there a while, savvy?" Anamaria sighed again.
"You are the most stubborn, daft, drunken sot I have ever met, you know that Jack?" Jack cracked an eye and looked over at her. She was fuzzy and oddly wavering.
"Captain, luv. It's captain Sparrow, savvy?" Anamaria growled.
"Yer not much of a captain now, are ye? Most of the crew have gone, snuck into town for supplies and such. Gibbs is waitin' to take us to the Turner's house so as you can speak to the whelp an' then we can leave on what ever venture you fancy. Right now, though, we only have tonight before the navy is sure to find us so I be saying we be movin'."
Jack's head hurt to much to hear the knock on the cabin door. "What?" Anamaria shreaked. Gibbs's voice filtered into the room.
"The sun's almost gone, perfect for sneakin' I be thinkin'. Are you ready to go?" There was a pause. "Is Jack alrigt?"
"He's fine, just a little drunk. We'll be out in a minute." Gibbs made a weird noise and closed the door. Anamaria and Jack sat in silence for a moment before Jack's curiosity got the better of him.
"Where are we...harbour?" Anamaria snorted.
"Harbour? We'd be shot for sure, nah, we be in a cove on the farther side. Less likely to be spotted that way. Now come on you daft fool." She tugged the mound of blankets off him and caounted five or six. He was wearing his blueish grey long coat and his usual assortment of garments underneath. Anamaria could have sworn, with that many blankets, he would have been drippen an ocean of sweat. Lenaing down, she placed the back of her hand to his forehead. Still cold. "Come on! Gibbs, help!"
Gibbs was back. He and Anamaria grabbed Jack beneath the arms and hauled him up. Jack pushed them away roughly. "I'm okay." He slurred, taking a step forward and tripping over the trow rug in his drunken haste. "Just need some...fresh air." They watched, astonished as Jack made his way tipsily to the door, grabbed the handle and slid down the wood until he was on his front at the bottom, snoring.
"Really drunk." Gibbs said. Anamaria followed him over to their captain and turned him over. "Almost as though he be tryin' to kill himself, eh?" He stated. Anamaria ignored this comment, knowing he was probably right and together they lifted Jack to his feet, draped his arms around their shoulders and made their slow progress from the ship and down a bunch of hills to the town of Port Royal.
The place was just as Gibbs and Anamaria could remember it, being here last a few years ago to pull Jack from the water after his botched hanging. It hadn't changed at all...the place was still crawling with red coated guards.
After what felt like hours, with the sun down properly now, they made it to the richest part of the town and Anamaria left her hiding place alone to ask a passing man if he knew where the Turner's home was. The man had looked her up and down critically as her dress was rather shabby, it being the best she could find on short notice, and directed her to a beautiful, but rather smaller then the ones around it, mansion. She'd thanked the man and left, feeling his eyes on her the whole way. Jack was still in a semi- conscious-half drunk stupor when she came back.
"That man said it's that one." She said, pointing to the manor nearby. There was an assortment of carrages and people making their way up the drive. "It looks like they got something going on tonight, don't it?" She whispered. Gibbs nooded, the lights from the windows catching in his eyes as he stared.
"Makes a lot for a blacksmith." He said. Jack's drunken voice answered before Anamaria could.
"Stupid whelp, make that money." He laughed lightly and they looked around fearfully, for any passing people who might have heard. They were alone though. "It'll be 'Lizbeth makin' all the money, you mark me." Anamaria placed her hand over his mouth until her closed his eyes again and they set off, through the darkness and allies to the back streets and the small kitchen door.
"I'll go first." Gibbs said, leaving Anamaria and Jack in the shadows and approaching the house's kitchen door. He knocked three times and waited until a squat, round, red faced woman appeared, wearing shabby cloths and drying her hands on her apron.
"Yes?" She asked, looking Gibbs up and down critically. Gibbs put on his best smile and rubbed his hands on his shirt with out thinking. This woman was actually quite attractive.
"I'm looking for the master of the house...Mr. Turner? It's just, it's an imergancy," The woman made a weird sound and closed the door. Gibbs stood there for a moment, watching the place where she had dissapeared and then raised his hand to knock again when the door opened and William Turner's face appeared.
"Mr. Gibbs?" He said. Gibbs smiled. The boy looked no different from the last time he'd seen him, prehapps slightly older but... "Is there something wrong? Come in..." Will stood aside and motioned for Gibbs to enter but he shook his head.
"It's Jack." Will's brow furrowed.
"Jack?" He asked. "Why, what's wrong with Jack?" Gibbs could hear the sounds of talking guests in the house and was unsure what Jack might do. This was the most drunk he'd ever seen him.
"Well...with yer guests..." Will turned to look at the closed kitchen door behind him and he frowned. "Ye may want to follow me, lad."
Gibbs led Will down the steps and to the dark space between the trees that Anamaria and Jack waited in. Will smiled slightly when he saw Jack but frowned again almost immediately and knelt down beside him.
"Is he alroght? What happened?" Gibbs sat down besode the young blacksmith as Will shook Jack slightly.
"Well, he..."
"Quit shakin' me whelp!" Jack slurred, opening his eyes. "I'm fine...just alil..."
"Are you drunk?" Will asked, knowing the answer already. When was Captain Jack Sparrow ever sober?
"Wait..." Jack held up and hand, closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. "Okay...to your question, yes. Very." Will nodded.
"How many bottles?" He asked. Jac looked at him in mock hurt.
"Jump right to the bottles and no 'high, how ye doing mate? Good to see ye.'" Will smiled.
"What? No, 'Hello whelp, sorry to burst in on you like this, drunk as I am.'" Will said, giving an uncanny resemblance to the pirate captain, "But you know, I've been makin' me fortune and sorry didn't come to the weddin' but, ye know how pirate life be an' all. By the way, happy weddin'?" Jack smiled.
"I'm better." He said. Will laughed lightly and turned his gaze to the house then to Gibbs and Anamaria.
"Do you want to bring him in? We can sneak him through the kitchens and up the hidden staircase to the floor above, put him in the guest bedroom." Anamaria and Gibbs nodded, Anamaria trading places with Will. Will and Gibbs pulled Jack to his feet and they set off through the dark, back towards the house and the safety it would provide.
The kitchen was really nice; the candle filled chandelier swinging wildly in the cool draft they let in from the open door. The women around the kitchen watched the master of the house and these assortment of people make their way to the hidden staircase.
"Stop." Will whispered to Gibbs. The man did as he was told and Will turned to the women. "Please, you have to keep their being here a secret. There is a very dangerous man after them and we could all be dead if it gets out, okay?" The women nodded, looking frightened and Anamaria had to hide her grin at this fib Will Turner, of all people, was telling.
"Sir, if we told the Commodore, he could protect us." Said a young woman in the corner. The others nodded.
"No, it's for his safety as well." Will replied. "I want him to stay safe...it's a matter of life and death ladies, please. No one says a word."
"William, are you in there?" It was Governor Swann's voice. Everyone turned to the kitchen door and the footsteps getting louder.
"Quick, it's my father-in-law!" Will hissed, letting go of Jack and watching as Anamaria and Gibbs made their way clumsily up the hidden staircase. As the tappistry it was hidden behind fell back into place, Will turned and saw his father in law standing in the doorway watching him.
"What are you doing in here?" He asked, smiling. Will returned the smile and glanced at the staircase behind him, the one Swann didn't know about, as a strangled yell floated down to him and there was an odd crash. "What was that?"
"The cat." Will answered simply. The governer blinked at him and Will walked forward, grabbing the man's arm and leading him back out to the party. "How do you like it, sir?" He asked. "Elizabeth organized the whole thing."
"Bet she roped you into some of the decorating." He said. Will smiled and laughed, nodding. Suddenly Swann looked serious. "Look after this child just as you've looked after my daughter." Will raised an eyebrow.
"Why wouldn't I?" He asked. Swann shrugged.
"I'm just worried. Elizabeth's mother died in childbirth with her, I don't want the same to happen here." Will placed a hand on the man's shoulder.
"I promise you, Elizabeth will be fine. Now, if you will please excuse me, I have buisiness elsewhere, enjoy the rest of the night and I will see you at the feast." Swann nodded and walked off, wending his way through the crowd to the Commodore. Will watched him go and, when he was sure the man was gone, made his way back towards the kitchen.
The staircase was dark and there was no noise as Will started up it. At the top he saw someone had hit the table and the vase that had been on it was sitting on the floor beside it, not a scratch of crack on it. Someone had caught it as it had fell.
Jack was lying in the guest bed, his eyes shut tight. Anamaria and Gibbs were sitting beside him, sweat pouring down their faces from their long walk and heavy burden. "He be a lot heavier then he looks." Anamaria muttered. Will came to the bed and finally got a good look at his friend. He was wearing a mountain of cloths.
"Well, it's probably due to all the fabric on his body." Will said. "I'd say he's wearing half his body weight." Will sat down on the edge of the bed to look at his friend, running a hand down Jack's face to feel for a temperature. There was none, he was just really bloody cold. "That's odd." His hand moved down Jack's neck and the pirate, who everyone thought was a sleep, made a grab at it but missed.
"Touch me like that an' I'll kill ye, savvy?" Jack growled. Will pulled away and smiled slightly at Anamaria and Gibbs.
"Savvy Jack. Now, tell me. What's going on?" Jack opened his eyes and peered at Anamaria and Gibbs.
"They have to go first." Jack said. Anamaria and Gibbs made noises of protest but Will was the one to silence them.
"Go to the kitchens, you'll find food and drink there. Take what you want, tell the servants it was me who sent you. Then, when you've had your fill, come back up here with hot tea...for Jack." Jack made a face but didn't say a word till the two others left. When they were gone, Will closed the door and locked it, listening to them arguing all the way down the stairs. When he was sure they were gone, he came back and sat in a chair at Jack's bedside.
"Now, what's going on?" Will asked. Jack sighed.
"There's this guy named Ethan. He wants what I wants." Jack said. Will nodded but Jack had his eyes closed.
"Well?" Will said. Jack stayed silent. "What does Ethan want?"
"He wants to revive his brother." Jack's voice was growing fainter, he was falling asleep. Will had to know.
"Who's his brother?" He asked. Barely above a whisper, Will heard the words.
"Barbossa."
Well? What did you think? I liked it! Now you find out who Ethan is trying to bring back! Hehehehehe
DragonHunter200: Thanks, all the time eh? Cool. I like knowing what you like. Sorry your not satisfied but...you know me, I don't want to give to much away and I really wanted to try and build a plot letting you only enough to get you roped in and then...reel em! Wahoo! Do you think there will be a potc two? I hope so...off topic real bad, eh?
ShadowolfXIII: There, happy Taylor? Hope the teacher doesn't make us shut up again.
Alteng: All the fun is in speculation! It's fun and…sometimes your right. Guess you know now though, hey? No wonder Jack needs help on this one. Barbossa back …and stronger then before…NONONONONO!
Scarlett Burns: Sweet name. Hey, how's it goin'? Every says poor guy but...I think it'll give him character. He's Jack Sparrow...wait, CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW, SAVVY? He'll pull something from his...cute behind. I loved the potato chip thing. I havn't seen secret window but I really want to!