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Chapter five: The Fated Parting revealed
Will went back to the party and made a beeline straight for Elizabeth who was talking with Commodore Norrington. "Yes, thank you. Its actually been surprisingly..." Elizabeth trailed off as Will grabbed her arm and smiled quickly at the Commodore. "Will? What's..." Before she could say a word, however, Will had pulled her away, the Commodore watching them disappear with an expression that was hard to read on his face. When they were near the kitchen, Elizabeth wrenched her arm from Will's grasp. "That was so rude! What's gotten into you?" "Jack." Will said. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Jack's here. He's upstairs in the guest room." Elizabeth gasped and made to turn away, in the direction of the entrance hall stairs but Will grabbed her. "No, don't draw attention to yourself." He hissed. "Why is he here, of all times?" She hissed back. Molly Madison and her daughter passed. They were watching Will and Elizabeth with interest and smiled slightly when they noticed Will saw them, turning their heads and walking away. "There's something wrong with him. I've never seen him this drunk befo..." "Drunk?" Elizabeth almost cried. "Oh, that's just great. He's here at my party all...out of his tree and you expect me not to be worried about this!" Will tried to say something but Elizabeth stopped him. "Is he alone?" "No." Will answered. "Gibbs and Anamaria are in the kitchen." Elizabeth sighed angrily and looked over the crowd at the Commodore who was talking with another man, someone Elizabeth didn't know very well. "Where is Jack now?" Elizabeth asked. "Your keeping an eye on him, I suppose?" "Yes, he's out of it at the moment. He said something about Barbossa though, about Barbossa's..." But, at that moment Will was cut off by the chinking of a glass and the whole room going silent. The Commodore stood on the small platform to the front door, his glass raised. He cleared his throat and looked over at Will and Elizabeth. "I would like to make a toast." He said. "To Will, Elizabeth and the baby who will be here in...how many months?" Will muttered something under his breath but Elizabeth answered. "It'll be seven months soon." She said. Everyone around clapped and the Commodore continued.
Jack woke slowly, wondering where he was and why he felt so bloody miserable. The bed beneath him didn't rock, so he wasn't on a ship. He stretched out his arm and could feel no end to the bed, no side to grab. It was to comfortable...to big...to alone to be a bed of Tortuga and, besides, he couldn't hear gun shots or fighting. Someone had removed his coat. He felt cold and small with out it and pulled his blankets tighter around him, opining his eyes to take in the room around him. There was some scattered talking downstairs but other then that, silence. The single candle in the holder by the bed on the bedside table cast the room in a dim glow. Gibbs sat at the table in the corner of the room, his head resting on it's top, an empty plate beside him. Jack watched him for a moment and then turned his eyes to Anamaria. She lay sprawled on a couch near the table, lying on her stomach with her arm hanging over the edge and her mouth open wide. He couldn't tell who out of the two was snoring louder. Deciding he'd gone way past his beauty sleep, Jack slipped out of bed, pulled his coat back on and huddled it closer around himself as a chill ran involuntarily up his body and a head ache pounded behind his eyes. How much had he drank? The hall was dark. He moved his gaze to the left and found a balcony over looking what appeared to be a foyer or something. Not wanting to go that way because the voices sounded to be around there, Jack moved right, towards a tapestry of a man and woman sitting on a hill having a picnic. He grinned and ran a hand down the beautiful work. Elizabeth had bad taste. It was to...enlightening...romantic. The tapestry moved as he pushed on it. Jack drew it aside and found a small bit of dark hall and then a staircase leading down to another room. It was quiet down there, a small sliver of light floating on the wall. Making up his mind, Jack climbed down these stairs, making sure he didn't knock over the vase on the table and came out in a kitchen where three women sat, talking gently. They all looked up, shocked, when they saw him. "Mr....ah?" The oldest one came forward and offered him a chair. "Master Turner never told us your name." She said. Jack smiled slightly and nodded, sitting in the offered chair. "Would you like something to drink...tea...water..." "Rum?" Jack asked. The youngest, a woman with short black hair giggled and watched him from the corner of her eye as she pulled down a glass. "Actually," The older one said, beginning to boil some water. "Master Turner said you weren't allowed to have rum." Jack was going to kill that whelp! "Tea, you look cold." Jack didn't answer. He was freezing but, there was nothing he was going to let on about. The women bustled around and, about twenty minutes later, the third woman, a beautiful girl with blond pigtails, set the tea in front of him. "What be yer name anyway, sir?" She asked. Jack noticed they probably weren't allowed at the hanging, only slightly higher class then they were allowed to watch a man 'legally' murdered. He'd often wondered about that. The bible said 'thou shalt not kill' but, what of the hangman? He was killing. Shouldn't he be hung for murder but then...who would kill him? "Cotton." Jack answered, saying the first name that came to him. Cotton wouldn't tattle on him anyway. "My name is Cotton." "And what do you do, Mr. Cotton?" The black haired woman inquired. Jack smiled and thought about it for a moment. "I sell carriages. All sorts. Black ones with silver...black ones with gold..."
Anamaria opened her eyes slowly. It had been that dream again, the one that had haunted her thoughts and nightmares for years...ten years to be exact. Nicholas, dying in her arms, blood pouring from his mouth. She hadn't told anyone one on the Pearl about him. Most of the men now considered her a 'male' member of the crew. If the knew she'd been married... She'd stopped praying after he had died, stopped believing in god entirely. How could a being so powerful and loving had let Nicholas die? Jack had told her he was dying... She sat up and looked around the room. Gibbs hadn't moved. They'd been talking before he'd slumped over, asleep. Jack. She looked over at Jack and was startled to see he was missing. "Jack?" She whispered, getting off the couch and moving to the bed. He hadn't stopped shivering so she'd placed more blankets over him. The mound was there but Jack was missing. "Damn." She opened the door carefully and moved to the tapestry, hoping Jack, even though he was very drunk, would have the good sense to go that way and not into the eyes of the public below. There was laughing coming from the kitchen. "And, what happened next?" A female voice. Anamaria noted that the woman, who ever she was, seemed to be flirting. Jack's voice answered. "Well, he ran across the court yard, pants around his ankles and his..." Jack stopped and looked over at Anamaria. His smile widened. "I see your awake luv." He said. Anamaria frowned. "Don't call me luv, cap'n." She answered, taking a seat opposite him at the table where he and the women sat. Anamaria noticed an abandoned cup of tea, the glass still full but no longer steaming, and a few empty water glasses. "What are you talkin' about?" "Gibbs." Jack answered. "When he got drunk that one time, in Tortuga...you weren't there, were you?" Anamaria shook her head. "Okay, so he ran off, pants around his ankles and his..." Anamaria slipped off, her mind back on her late husband. She hadn't thought of him in so long, why now? Was it because Jack was dying to and she needed to hold on to some part of him... Jack wasn't dying though. Anamaria shook her head to clear it. No one noticed. He couldn't die, he always though he was dying when he stubbed his toe. What, a small cold and...but even as she watched him, though he looked happy and...hung over, Anamaria could see a slight tremor in his body, hear a slight shake in his voice and his shade was just a shade paler. If he weren't so tanned she'd know for certain. The women laughed louder and Anamaria realized she had missed something. Jack was smiling at her and she smiled back. What had he said? It really didn't matter because at that moment Will and Elizabeth entered the kitchen, to busy arguing to notice Jack and Anamaria, along with the kitchen maids, sitting at the table laughing. "I don't care Will." Elizabeth almost shouted. She was obviously having trouble keeping her voice down. "He's drunk! What if he comes out here? What if the Commodore catches him? He didn't even come to the wedding Will! He's only using you for something!" "You should feel his skin, Elizabeth, it's as cold as ice! There is something wrong with him! I've never seen him this drunk!" "I have, on the island! He passed out while making moves on me! He's depressed! That's why he drinks!" Jack cleared his throat and they looked around at Jack and the others, surprised. Elizabeth's face grew beat red and she looked away from him. Will took in a deep breath and turned to his wife. "Actually," Jack said. "I drink not only when I'm depressed but happy, sad, mad, sick, well, in love...in hate..." "Okay, I get the picture." Elizabeth snapped. She took a deep breath and looked at Jack finally, embarrassment clear on her face. She shoved away a stray hair impatiently. "I'm sorry Jack, I didn't see you there." "Obviously." Jack said. He looked between Elizabeth and Will for a moment, then said, "I am here for a reason that will benefit not only myself...but Will and his family as well." Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "You mean me?" She asked. Jack nodded and shook his head at the same time. "You aren't the only family our dear young William has, you realize." Jack said. Elizabeth placed her hands on her hips and looked at him grimly. Jack decided he shouldn't push her, she seemed rather angry at the moment. Hormones...maybe she was pregnant? Nah... "Will does have other family. Now, if these dear ladies will leave..." The women who were sitting around the table looked unhappy at this and turned to Will who nodded. "I'll tell you the rest tomorrow." Jack said simply. The women smiled and nodded, leaving through a door to the right, to another part of the house. When they were gone, Will peered out the kitchen door to the party, sighed and then led Elizabeth to the table. Jack looked at Anamaria. "You to." "I will not." She said defiantly. Jack waved a hand impatiently. "Go, now Ana." He growled. "No! I am as much in this as you are! I'm your first mate!" Everyone in the room knew she wasn't going to go. Jack, however, seemed to think he could make her. "No." He said simply. "Gibbs is me first mate." Anamaria sat back and crossed her legs, tapping her foot on the hard ground. "I don't care. I'm the first one you told, I deserve to be here." Jack closed his eyes and sat back, his jaw clenched. Anamaria thought he was just mad but then she saw his hand move to his stomach like it had in the bar so many days ago. "Jack? Are you alright." Now Will and Elizabeth moved forward to, both looking worried. "I'm fine luv." He said. "Don't call me that." Anamaria growled. Jack allowed himself to smile slightly and then opened his eyes as Will and Elizabeth sat down, Will closest to Anamaria. He leaned towards the female pirate and whispered to her while Elizabeth tried to take Jack's temperature unsuccessfully. "What's really wrong with him?" Will asked. Anamaria was watching Jack still as she leaned towards the young blacksmith. "He's...he thinks he's dying." She said. She didn't want to say that Jack might be right so she continued with a quite, "But, you know Jack." "No, I don't. Only stories." Will said. "I only knew him for what? Two or so days?" Anamaria nodded. That was true. "Do you think he's dying?" Anamaria didn't answer. She trusted Jack but he was a drama king, really. "Talking bout me?" Jack asked. Will shook his head and leaned on the table, his hands clasped as the sounds of the party filtered through the door. "What bout the party your having in the celebration of...what exactly?" "We're having a...baby." Will said. Elizabeth was smiling. Jack looked at him grimly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. If I had known it was a party bout life before it was ruined, I would have waited. Didn't know you were depressed." Will almost laughed aloud at the look on Elizabeth's face. Instead of replying to that, however, she inquired into why Jack was here. "Well, I need Will's help, not yours." Jack said. "Why do you need my help Jack?" Will asked. "What does Barbossa's brother...Ethan, was it?" Jack nodded. "He's wantin' what I want...only for something else." Jack said, leaning back in his chair with his feet on the table. "If he revives Barbossa, he'll be back stronger then he was before, when he was cursed." Will raised an eyebrow. "Why do you need me then?" Will asked. Jack sighed and looked to the stairs as though he really wanted to go to bed. "Did your father ever tell you a story...a tale...anything to do with the ship, Fated Parting?" Will sat up straight and blinked, thinking. His mother had told him a bedtime story, every night before she had died. It was always the same and, now that he thought about it, it was strange the way she had almost drilled it into his brain. It had been years since he had thought about it though. "Yes...my mother though." Jack nodded thoughtfully and took his feet off the table. "Can you remember it?" "Yes." Will said. "Well, parts of it." Jack made a slight 'ah' sound so Will continued. "There was something about the ship, Fated Partings, under the captaincy of Raoul Markling." Jack nodded. "They sailed all around the globe...there was something about India. An Indian princess." "Morliana." Jack muttered. "That would be it." Will said. "She was in trouble with someone...some evil man..." "Perdolin." Jack supplied. Will nodded. "He was after these bottles Morliana had, they contained very powerful magic or something. I think, though the story says it's magic, it could be medicine. Anyway, there were four bottles. I remember they were in special glass jars and there were women on these jars. In the story, the women could talk and they would put a curse on the drinker if they picked wrong. Three were poison, one was special." He stopped here and looked at the kitchen door for a moment before continuing. "They were said to contain the spirits of female gods or warriors, something like that. With some it was just the potion that was cursed...for others you merely had to touch the bottle." Will looked at Jack, hoping he'd say something but the man was deep in thought. "Does 'brining back the lost' mean anything to you?" Jack asked. Will smiled slightly. "That was the main bottle, the non poison. What ever you wanted at that time, it would come. Say, your friend was dying." He looked over at Jack for some sort of reaction but he hid it well. "You could save him." "Or if he was dead, you could bring him back?" Will nodded. "It only works once, at least that's what the story said. It can bring back anyone and anything." He stopped. "More powerful then before." He suddenly understood. "Jack, how did you know about Ethan and Barbossa." Jack pulled out three items from his jacket pocket and placed them on the table. The first was a map, folded and yellow spotted. Beside that was a crumpled letter and, last was a ring with a sparrow on it, perfect for wax seal closing. "This is a letter from a very old friend." Jack said. "I got it in Tortuga. He was the only man I knew of who had some idea where the island was." Will took the letter and examined it. It was in a different language. "He's the only man who can save my life." Will looked at him. What did he mean? "What? Jack, don't you think your going a little over board?" "Will, I've been dying since the curse of Cortés. That's part of the curse, it affects different people in different ways. The crew of Barbossa, some still unhappily alive, will know what I'm saying. I want the gold Will. I want to be immortal again. I need to be immortal again. I'm dying and this is the only way other then living at Ilsa de Muerta. Savvy? Your father, Bill Turner. He's the only man who can help me now." "My father?" Will asked. Jack smiled lopsidedly. "He's the only one who can find the Fated Partings treasure...because of him though," Jack tapped the items on the table. "I can now to."
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DragonHunter200: Hey again! At least I have you...I hope. Women are hassles...I'd know, I am one. I think...yup! I had to print off your review and read it on the way to a French play in the city. It made me laugh with your little comments. Off topic is semi-me as well. I luv off topic, specially when it comes to potc. I think J.D is thinking about potc 3, from what I hear but, it's not for sure about that.
Chapter five: The Fated Parting revealed
Will went back to the party and made a beeline straight for Elizabeth who was talking with Commodore Norrington. "Yes, thank you. Its actually been surprisingly..." Elizabeth trailed off as Will grabbed her arm and smiled quickly at the Commodore. "Will? What's..." Before she could say a word, however, Will had pulled her away, the Commodore watching them disappear with an expression that was hard to read on his face. When they were near the kitchen, Elizabeth wrenched her arm from Will's grasp. "That was so rude! What's gotten into you?" "Jack." Will said. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Jack's here. He's upstairs in the guest room." Elizabeth gasped and made to turn away, in the direction of the entrance hall stairs but Will grabbed her. "No, don't draw attention to yourself." He hissed. "Why is he here, of all times?" She hissed back. Molly Madison and her daughter passed. They were watching Will and Elizabeth with interest and smiled slightly when they noticed Will saw them, turning their heads and walking away. "There's something wrong with him. I've never seen him this drunk befo..." "Drunk?" Elizabeth almost cried. "Oh, that's just great. He's here at my party all...out of his tree and you expect me not to be worried about this!" Will tried to say something but Elizabeth stopped him. "Is he alone?" "No." Will answered. "Gibbs and Anamaria are in the kitchen." Elizabeth sighed angrily and looked over the crowd at the Commodore who was talking with another man, someone Elizabeth didn't know very well. "Where is Jack now?" Elizabeth asked. "Your keeping an eye on him, I suppose?" "Yes, he's out of it at the moment. He said something about Barbossa though, about Barbossa's..." But, at that moment Will was cut off by the chinking of a glass and the whole room going silent. The Commodore stood on the small platform to the front door, his glass raised. He cleared his throat and looked over at Will and Elizabeth. "I would like to make a toast." He said. "To Will, Elizabeth and the baby who will be here in...how many months?" Will muttered something under his breath but Elizabeth answered. "It'll be seven months soon." She said. Everyone around clapped and the Commodore continued.
Jack woke slowly, wondering where he was and why he felt so bloody miserable. The bed beneath him didn't rock, so he wasn't on a ship. He stretched out his arm and could feel no end to the bed, no side to grab. It was to comfortable...to big...to alone to be a bed of Tortuga and, besides, he couldn't hear gun shots or fighting. Someone had removed his coat. He felt cold and small with out it and pulled his blankets tighter around him, opining his eyes to take in the room around him. There was some scattered talking downstairs but other then that, silence. The single candle in the holder by the bed on the bedside table cast the room in a dim glow. Gibbs sat at the table in the corner of the room, his head resting on it's top, an empty plate beside him. Jack watched him for a moment and then turned his eyes to Anamaria. She lay sprawled on a couch near the table, lying on her stomach with her arm hanging over the edge and her mouth open wide. He couldn't tell who out of the two was snoring louder. Deciding he'd gone way past his beauty sleep, Jack slipped out of bed, pulled his coat back on and huddled it closer around himself as a chill ran involuntarily up his body and a head ache pounded behind his eyes. How much had he drank? The hall was dark. He moved his gaze to the left and found a balcony over looking what appeared to be a foyer or something. Not wanting to go that way because the voices sounded to be around there, Jack moved right, towards a tapestry of a man and woman sitting on a hill having a picnic. He grinned and ran a hand down the beautiful work. Elizabeth had bad taste. It was to...enlightening...romantic. The tapestry moved as he pushed on it. Jack drew it aside and found a small bit of dark hall and then a staircase leading down to another room. It was quiet down there, a small sliver of light floating on the wall. Making up his mind, Jack climbed down these stairs, making sure he didn't knock over the vase on the table and came out in a kitchen where three women sat, talking gently. They all looked up, shocked, when they saw him. "Mr....ah?" The oldest one came forward and offered him a chair. "Master Turner never told us your name." She said. Jack smiled slightly and nodded, sitting in the offered chair. "Would you like something to drink...tea...water..." "Rum?" Jack asked. The youngest, a woman with short black hair giggled and watched him from the corner of her eye as she pulled down a glass. "Actually," The older one said, beginning to boil some water. "Master Turner said you weren't allowed to have rum." Jack was going to kill that whelp! "Tea, you look cold." Jack didn't answer. He was freezing but, there was nothing he was going to let on about. The women bustled around and, about twenty minutes later, the third woman, a beautiful girl with blond pigtails, set the tea in front of him. "What be yer name anyway, sir?" She asked. Jack noticed they probably weren't allowed at the hanging, only slightly higher class then they were allowed to watch a man 'legally' murdered. He'd often wondered about that. The bible said 'thou shalt not kill' but, what of the hangman? He was killing. Shouldn't he be hung for murder but then...who would kill him? "Cotton." Jack answered, saying the first name that came to him. Cotton wouldn't tattle on him anyway. "My name is Cotton." "And what do you do, Mr. Cotton?" The black haired woman inquired. Jack smiled and thought about it for a moment. "I sell carriages. All sorts. Black ones with silver...black ones with gold..."
Anamaria opened her eyes slowly. It had been that dream again, the one that had haunted her thoughts and nightmares for years...ten years to be exact. Nicholas, dying in her arms, blood pouring from his mouth. She hadn't told anyone one on the Pearl about him. Most of the men now considered her a 'male' member of the crew. If the knew she'd been married... She'd stopped praying after he had died, stopped believing in god entirely. How could a being so powerful and loving had let Nicholas die? Jack had told her he was dying... She sat up and looked around the room. Gibbs hadn't moved. They'd been talking before he'd slumped over, asleep. Jack. She looked over at Jack and was startled to see he was missing. "Jack?" She whispered, getting off the couch and moving to the bed. He hadn't stopped shivering so she'd placed more blankets over him. The mound was there but Jack was missing. "Damn." She opened the door carefully and moved to the tapestry, hoping Jack, even though he was very drunk, would have the good sense to go that way and not into the eyes of the public below. There was laughing coming from the kitchen. "And, what happened next?" A female voice. Anamaria noted that the woman, who ever she was, seemed to be flirting. Jack's voice answered. "Well, he ran across the court yard, pants around his ankles and his..." Jack stopped and looked over at Anamaria. His smile widened. "I see your awake luv." He said. Anamaria frowned. "Don't call me luv, cap'n." She answered, taking a seat opposite him at the table where he and the women sat. Anamaria noticed an abandoned cup of tea, the glass still full but no longer steaming, and a few empty water glasses. "What are you talkin' about?" "Gibbs." Jack answered. "When he got drunk that one time, in Tortuga...you weren't there, were you?" Anamaria shook her head. "Okay, so he ran off, pants around his ankles and his..." Anamaria slipped off, her mind back on her late husband. She hadn't thought of him in so long, why now? Was it because Jack was dying to and she needed to hold on to some part of him... Jack wasn't dying though. Anamaria shook her head to clear it. No one noticed. He couldn't die, he always though he was dying when he stubbed his toe. What, a small cold and...but even as she watched him, though he looked happy and...hung over, Anamaria could see a slight tremor in his body, hear a slight shake in his voice and his shade was just a shade paler. If he weren't so tanned she'd know for certain. The women laughed louder and Anamaria realized she had missed something. Jack was smiling at her and she smiled back. What had he said? It really didn't matter because at that moment Will and Elizabeth entered the kitchen, to busy arguing to notice Jack and Anamaria, along with the kitchen maids, sitting at the table laughing. "I don't care Will." Elizabeth almost shouted. She was obviously having trouble keeping her voice down. "He's drunk! What if he comes out here? What if the Commodore catches him? He didn't even come to the wedding Will! He's only using you for something!" "You should feel his skin, Elizabeth, it's as cold as ice! There is something wrong with him! I've never seen him this drunk!" "I have, on the island! He passed out while making moves on me! He's depressed! That's why he drinks!" Jack cleared his throat and they looked around at Jack and the others, surprised. Elizabeth's face grew beat red and she looked away from him. Will took in a deep breath and turned to his wife. "Actually," Jack said. "I drink not only when I'm depressed but happy, sad, mad, sick, well, in love...in hate..." "Okay, I get the picture." Elizabeth snapped. She took a deep breath and looked at Jack finally, embarrassment clear on her face. She shoved away a stray hair impatiently. "I'm sorry Jack, I didn't see you there." "Obviously." Jack said. He looked between Elizabeth and Will for a moment, then said, "I am here for a reason that will benefit not only myself...but Will and his family as well." Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "You mean me?" She asked. Jack nodded and shook his head at the same time. "You aren't the only family our dear young William has, you realize." Jack said. Elizabeth placed her hands on her hips and looked at him grimly. Jack decided he shouldn't push her, she seemed rather angry at the moment. Hormones...maybe she was pregnant? Nah... "Will does have other family. Now, if these dear ladies will leave..." The women who were sitting around the table looked unhappy at this and turned to Will who nodded. "I'll tell you the rest tomorrow." Jack said simply. The women smiled and nodded, leaving through a door to the right, to another part of the house. When they were gone, Will peered out the kitchen door to the party, sighed and then led Elizabeth to the table. Jack looked at Anamaria. "You to." "I will not." She said defiantly. Jack waved a hand impatiently. "Go, now Ana." He growled. "No! I am as much in this as you are! I'm your first mate!" Everyone in the room knew she wasn't going to go. Jack, however, seemed to think he could make her. "No." He said simply. "Gibbs is me first mate." Anamaria sat back and crossed her legs, tapping her foot on the hard ground. "I don't care. I'm the first one you told, I deserve to be here." Jack closed his eyes and sat back, his jaw clenched. Anamaria thought he was just mad but then she saw his hand move to his stomach like it had in the bar so many days ago. "Jack? Are you alright." Now Will and Elizabeth moved forward to, both looking worried. "I'm fine luv." He said. "Don't call me that." Anamaria growled. Jack allowed himself to smile slightly and then opened his eyes as Will and Elizabeth sat down, Will closest to Anamaria. He leaned towards the female pirate and whispered to her while Elizabeth tried to take Jack's temperature unsuccessfully. "What's really wrong with him?" Will asked. Anamaria was watching Jack still as she leaned towards the young blacksmith. "He's...he thinks he's dying." She said. She didn't want to say that Jack might be right so she continued with a quite, "But, you know Jack." "No, I don't. Only stories." Will said. "I only knew him for what? Two or so days?" Anamaria nodded. That was true. "Do you think he's dying?" Anamaria didn't answer. She trusted Jack but he was a drama king, really. "Talking bout me?" Jack asked. Will shook his head and leaned on the table, his hands clasped as the sounds of the party filtered through the door. "What bout the party your having in the celebration of...what exactly?" "We're having a...baby." Will said. Elizabeth was smiling. Jack looked at him grimly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. If I had known it was a party bout life before it was ruined, I would have waited. Didn't know you were depressed." Will almost laughed aloud at the look on Elizabeth's face. Instead of replying to that, however, she inquired into why Jack was here. "Well, I need Will's help, not yours." Jack said. "Why do you need my help Jack?" Will asked. "What does Barbossa's brother...Ethan, was it?" Jack nodded. "He's wantin' what I want...only for something else." Jack said, leaning back in his chair with his feet on the table. "If he revives Barbossa, he'll be back stronger then he was before, when he was cursed." Will raised an eyebrow. "Why do you need me then?" Will asked. Jack sighed and looked to the stairs as though he really wanted to go to bed. "Did your father ever tell you a story...a tale...anything to do with the ship, Fated Parting?" Will sat up straight and blinked, thinking. His mother had told him a bedtime story, every night before she had died. It was always the same and, now that he thought about it, it was strange the way she had almost drilled it into his brain. It had been years since he had thought about it though. "Yes...my mother though." Jack nodded thoughtfully and took his feet off the table. "Can you remember it?" "Yes." Will said. "Well, parts of it." Jack made a slight 'ah' sound so Will continued. "There was something about the ship, Fated Partings, under the captaincy of Raoul Markling." Jack nodded. "They sailed all around the globe...there was something about India. An Indian princess." "Morliana." Jack muttered. "That would be it." Will said. "She was in trouble with someone...some evil man..." "Perdolin." Jack supplied. Will nodded. "He was after these bottles Morliana had, they contained very powerful magic or something. I think, though the story says it's magic, it could be medicine. Anyway, there were four bottles. I remember they were in special glass jars and there were women on these jars. In the story, the women could talk and they would put a curse on the drinker if they picked wrong. Three were poison, one was special." He stopped here and looked at the kitchen door for a moment before continuing. "They were said to contain the spirits of female gods or warriors, something like that. With some it was just the potion that was cursed...for others you merely had to touch the bottle." Will looked at Jack, hoping he'd say something but the man was deep in thought. "Does 'brining back the lost' mean anything to you?" Jack asked. Will smiled slightly. "That was the main bottle, the non poison. What ever you wanted at that time, it would come. Say, your friend was dying." He looked over at Jack for some sort of reaction but he hid it well. "You could save him." "Or if he was dead, you could bring him back?" Will nodded. "It only works once, at least that's what the story said. It can bring back anyone and anything." He stopped. "More powerful then before." He suddenly understood. "Jack, how did you know about Ethan and Barbossa." Jack pulled out three items from his jacket pocket and placed them on the table. The first was a map, folded and yellow spotted. Beside that was a crumpled letter and, last was a ring with a sparrow on it, perfect for wax seal closing. "This is a letter from a very old friend." Jack said. "I got it in Tortuga. He was the only man I knew of who had some idea where the island was." Will took the letter and examined it. It was in a different language. "He's the only man who can save my life." Will looked at him. What did he mean? "What? Jack, don't you think your going a little over board?" "Will, I've been dying since the curse of Cortés. That's part of the curse, it affects different people in different ways. The crew of Barbossa, some still unhappily alive, will know what I'm saying. I want the gold Will. I want to be immortal again. I need to be immortal again. I'm dying and this is the only way other then living at Ilsa de Muerta. Savvy? Your father, Bill Turner. He's the only man who can help me now." "My father?" Will asked. Jack smiled lopsidedly. "He's the only one who can find the Fated Partings treasure...because of him though," Jack tapped the items on the table. "I can now to."
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DragonHunter200: Hey again! At least I have you...I hope. Women are hassles...I'd know, I am one. I think...yup! I had to print off your review and read it on the way to a French play in the city. It made me laugh with your little comments. Off topic is semi-me as well. I luv off topic, specially when it comes to potc. I think J.D is thinking about potc 3, from what I hear but, it's not for sure about that.
