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Chapter Twelve

When Jack finally got back aboard the Pearl the first rays of light were beginning to creep across the sky. "What are you, drunk?" Norrington demanded when Jack staggered into the galley.

"He's not drunk, this is how he always is!" Annamaria spoke up.

"Well I can believe that" Norrington muttered to himself.

"Captain, how long are we gonna be in this here cave while ye visit Port Royal?" Gibbs asked, "Some o' the crew are getting antsy."

"If all goes to plan, we'll be here a week, maybe less" Jack slurred.

"Which means we'll be here even longer than that", Norrington said.

"We won't be here at all", Jack said looking at Norrington.

"What do you mean?" Norrington asked.

"Yer not gonna be with us, savvy?" Jack slurred, "Ye'll be in Port Royal sittin' in yer fancy desk."

"Oh I see, more nonsense about clearing my name huh? Well forget it, it's not going to happen", Norrington said bitterly and stormed out.

Jack stared after him for a minute then shrugged and downed some more of his rum.

Later that night as Parrish sat in his living room he considered what had just happened. He'd come home from the office, and stuffed into his door he had found another note. Once again his name had been on the front in bold capital letters, and inside with the same letters were the words, "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO NORRINGTON. I COULD EXPOSE YOU."

'I need to figure out who is sending these' Parrish thought desperately to himself. Parrish decided to go for a walk to clear his head so he could think. When he left his house he thought he saw something strange out of the corner of his eye, but when he looked there wasn't anything there.

As he walked he felt a desperate kind of panic. This person who kept sending these notes knew things they shouldn't. Not only did they know about Norrington, but they also knew where he, Parrish, lived and spent his days, and they apparently had access to both places as the notes were found closed into the doors.

Jack walked not far behind Parrish, keeping to the shadows. His plan was working perfectly so far, and he could tell that by tomorrow night he could effectively put the last stage of it in motion. Jack grinned as he saw Parrish keep glancing over his shoulder as though a part of him knew he was being followed.

As much fun as this was to Jack, he did run the risk of being seen, so upon reflection Jack decided to give up tailing Parrish for now and head to the blacksmith shop where he was planning to meet with Will. Elizabeth couldn't be there because the Governor was having a dinner party and he wanted his daughter to be present.

"It's almost time" Jack said as soon as Will opened the door for him.

"How soon can we do it?" Will asked.

"In two nights" Jack replied, "That gives me time to deliver the last note to Parrish and time for Elizabeth to convince her father to go along with it."

"Okay, I'll let Elizabeth know" Will said. Jack nodded and took out a bottle of rum from one of his coat pockets. "How's the Commodore?" Will asked.

"As good as can be expected, though he doesn't believe I can clear his name." Jack said.

"Well he may change his mind in two nights." Will said with a grin.

"Aye, that's the plan alright." Jack agreed and took a large swig of rum.

The next night before Jack left for Port Royal he sat at his desk and wrote what he hoped would be the last note to Parrish. "What are you writing?" came a voice from the doorway of Jack's cabin.

Jack looked up to see Norrington standing there watching him. "Just a note" Jack said honestly. "At any rate ye'll know everything tomorrow night one way or another. Well I have to be goin' now mate" he said and stood up, tucking the note into his pocket.

"Let me guess, you 'have business to attend to' " Norrington said, mimicking what Jack told him every night before he left.

"Aye" Jack said with a grin as he quickly got in his rowboat.

Norrington sighed and stood on deck watching Jack row away, "He's going to get me killed" he muttered to himself.

"Not so, Jack knows what he's doin'" came a voice from behind him.

Norrington whipped around to find Gibbs standing a couple feet away. "Is that so?" he snarled.

"Oh aye. The Captain's got it all figured out, he has. He's even left orders for the crew if he doesn't come back when this is all finished." Gibbs said.

"What do you mean 'if he doesn't come back'?" Norrington asked suspiciously.

Gibbs' eyes widened slightly and he quickly said, "Oh nothing, it's just, ye know, ye never can be sure if a pirate will be able to return or not."

"No, no, that is not what you meant" Norrington said keenly, "You meant something specific!"

"No I didn't!" Gibbs said and hurried away from Norrington.

'He definitely meant something specific' Norrington thought to himself as he looked again at the shrinking form of Jack.

Parrish was feeling very edgy, thus far all of the notes he had received had come in the night and he was wondering if he'd get another one soon. There hadn't been one at his office in the Fort, and there wasn't one closed into his door of his home. 'So where will it be?' he desperately wondered to himself. 'Maybe I won't get one tonight, maybe the person has decided to leave me alone, and it was just some stupid prank after all.'

He headed to his kitchen to make some coffee and turned on a light. He immediately went tense. In the middle of his table was an envelope with the now familiar capital bold letters. The person had so far never entered his home before, and it seemed a threatening omen that they would now.

Parrish immediately searched his house for any other clues of the intruder, but other than the envelope lying innocently on his table, there was nothing else. So he settled down and slit open the envelope. Inside were the words, "MEET ME AT THE DOCKS TOMORROW NIGHT. WE WILL DISCUSS WHAT YOU DID AND WHETHER OR NOT I GO PUBLIC WITH WHAT I KNOW. BE THERE AT 11 PM."

Parrish's mind was a mixture of thoughts and emotions. At least the mystery of who was sending the notes would finally be resolved, because he didn't see anyway of getting out of going to meet this mysterious person. Parrish considered the note; they would 'discuss what he did'. Parrish was not ready to let this person go public. Not at any cost. He would have to be ready for any outcome.

"It will definitely be tomorrow night", Jack said as soon as Will let him into the blacksmith shop. "Yer father will be there, right luv?" he said, looking at Elizabeth.

"Yes, I'll see that he is there" Elizabeth said affirmatively.

"Good, and make sure he brings Gillette and a few other soldiers as well." Jack said.

"Why Gillette?" asked Will.

"I don't think he was involved, but we gotta know for sure, so I want him there so we can observe how he reacts to everything, savvy?" Jack said.

"Good idea" Elizabeth agreed, "But Jack I still think this is all very risky to you."

"Don't worry luv, the Pearl won't be far, and she'll be ready to sail." Jack said reassuringly.

"I just hope you make it that far" Will murmured, and Elizabeth nodded.