"How could he escape? I thought they were all under lock and key!" Will
exclaimed angrily, ignoring his wife's attempts to hush him. Her hand was
locked around his forearm to keep him from getting any closer to Commander
Norrington, but all to no avail. The Commander, who had been ignoring
William's snappish complaints, turned on his heel to match the blacksmith's
eyes. They were narrowed in an angry glare, Norrington with a mirroring
look, "I can assure you, Mr. Turner, that they are all well guarded and
locked in secure cells. We are conducting a search for the escapee as we
speak, but I am not personally worried about what one pirate can do."
He turned his back to them as he began to make his way back down the hallway when Will's low voice stopped the Commander in his tracks, "Surprising what Jack Sparrow accomplished. I mean, being one man and all." Norrington slowly turned with an icy glare aimed straight at Will, he returned with a defiant stare. Elizabeth's grip tightening around his arm, and the man saw the strain that appeared on his wife's face.
"It would seem so," Norrington said dangerously, shortly, "Mr. Turner." He spat the words out as if they were a curse, a foul thing to say. Will's lip raised in a snarl, automatically taking a step toward the man, hands balling into fists, but Elizabeth jerked him back, "Will!"
He searched her honey colored eyes, seeing the worry mixed with a twinge of fear, and his body immediately relaxed. He gave her a reassuring smile before draping his arm around her shoulders and turning to the still smothering Commander. "Which one escaped?" William asked with forced calm, even managing to crack a tight smile.
"The one with the popping eye. It constantly fell out and needed to be cleaned," Norrington replied in a civil tone, his shoulders relaxing some. Elizabeth noted the looks the men shot one another, but made herself relax enough to put an arm around William's waist. She saw a pained expression that passed on the Commander's face, but was quickly pushed away by a blank look.
"Yes, I know that one. He and his friend, a bit chunky, long curly hair, I remember them. He escaped without his friend? They seemed to go everywhere together."
"Yes, I've heard the crew call him Ragetti, and his friend Pintel. We're interrogating with Mr. Pintel right now, and should be able to extract some information from him."
"Extract?" Elizabeth asked softly, her eyes going wide. William patted her shoulder and whispered for her not to think on it. The Commander watched the two with a gleam of jealousy in his eyes, but quickly looked the other way. He gave a slight sigh and quickly murmured, "I must be on my way. Good day to you Mr. Turner," he gave Will a nod of his head, "and Miss Swa—Mrs. Turner." Elizabeth blushed heavily, smiling embarrassedly as Norrington back away down the hall.
William led the way back to the city streets with his arm still around her shoulders. They walked silently along the cobbled streets, ignoring the calls of vendors offering foods. Eventually they were strolling hand in hand towards their home, when Elizabeth finally broke the silence by musing aloud. "He didn't seem like a very bright character, did he? Mr. Ragetti, I mean."
Will chuckled, "No indeed. A bit queer, if you ask me." Elizabeth nodded thoughtfully, "I suppose that's good then." William watched his wife from the corner of his eyes, seeing the worry etched across her brow. He gave her hand an extra squeeze, planting a kiss on her forehead before locking onto her gaze. She smiled small, before looking up, "They're the one's that found me. Him and his friend are the ones that brought me to the ship." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she recalled hiding in the closet, heart pounding in her ears, fear welling inside.
"And it will never happen again," Will promised in such a fierce tone, that Elizabeth stared up at her husband. He was determined to keep his vow, she saw that, and grinned, pulling him into a tight embrace. The blacksmith wrapped his arms around her body in a protective lock, his chin resting atop her head, smelling the sweet fragrance of her hair. He felt the warmth of her body pressed against his, arms stretched around his waist comfortably, and he could only sigh. Mentally, Will knew he would go to all costs to keep his promise.
A.N: I love you all reviewers, you're all my best friends!! Just an update, my grandma is doing much better! She's got a week of therapy, then she can come home. Thank you SO MUCH for your thoughts and prayers, they mean more than you'll ever know. I'm not sure when I'll get around to updating this. I have to (I promised I would) finish another fic at the moment, but it's really wrapping up quickly. I'm starting two new PoTC fics as soon as I post this. So, just keep a look out. And again, reviews are greatly, appreciated. (Replies to all reviews coming soon, I promise!)
He turned his back to them as he began to make his way back down the hallway when Will's low voice stopped the Commander in his tracks, "Surprising what Jack Sparrow accomplished. I mean, being one man and all." Norrington slowly turned with an icy glare aimed straight at Will, he returned with a defiant stare. Elizabeth's grip tightening around his arm, and the man saw the strain that appeared on his wife's face.
"It would seem so," Norrington said dangerously, shortly, "Mr. Turner." He spat the words out as if they were a curse, a foul thing to say. Will's lip raised in a snarl, automatically taking a step toward the man, hands balling into fists, but Elizabeth jerked him back, "Will!"
He searched her honey colored eyes, seeing the worry mixed with a twinge of fear, and his body immediately relaxed. He gave her a reassuring smile before draping his arm around her shoulders and turning to the still smothering Commander. "Which one escaped?" William asked with forced calm, even managing to crack a tight smile.
"The one with the popping eye. It constantly fell out and needed to be cleaned," Norrington replied in a civil tone, his shoulders relaxing some. Elizabeth noted the looks the men shot one another, but made herself relax enough to put an arm around William's waist. She saw a pained expression that passed on the Commander's face, but was quickly pushed away by a blank look.
"Yes, I know that one. He and his friend, a bit chunky, long curly hair, I remember them. He escaped without his friend? They seemed to go everywhere together."
"Yes, I've heard the crew call him Ragetti, and his friend Pintel. We're interrogating with Mr. Pintel right now, and should be able to extract some information from him."
"Extract?" Elizabeth asked softly, her eyes going wide. William patted her shoulder and whispered for her not to think on it. The Commander watched the two with a gleam of jealousy in his eyes, but quickly looked the other way. He gave a slight sigh and quickly murmured, "I must be on my way. Good day to you Mr. Turner," he gave Will a nod of his head, "and Miss Swa—Mrs. Turner." Elizabeth blushed heavily, smiling embarrassedly as Norrington back away down the hall.
William led the way back to the city streets with his arm still around her shoulders. They walked silently along the cobbled streets, ignoring the calls of vendors offering foods. Eventually they were strolling hand in hand towards their home, when Elizabeth finally broke the silence by musing aloud. "He didn't seem like a very bright character, did he? Mr. Ragetti, I mean."
Will chuckled, "No indeed. A bit queer, if you ask me." Elizabeth nodded thoughtfully, "I suppose that's good then." William watched his wife from the corner of his eyes, seeing the worry etched across her brow. He gave her hand an extra squeeze, planting a kiss on her forehead before locking onto her gaze. She smiled small, before looking up, "They're the one's that found me. Him and his friend are the ones that brought me to the ship." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she recalled hiding in the closet, heart pounding in her ears, fear welling inside.
"And it will never happen again," Will promised in such a fierce tone, that Elizabeth stared up at her husband. He was determined to keep his vow, she saw that, and grinned, pulling him into a tight embrace. The blacksmith wrapped his arms around her body in a protective lock, his chin resting atop her head, smelling the sweet fragrance of her hair. He felt the warmth of her body pressed against his, arms stretched around his waist comfortably, and he could only sigh. Mentally, Will knew he would go to all costs to keep his promise.
A.N: I love you all reviewers, you're all my best friends!! Just an update, my grandma is doing much better! She's got a week of therapy, then she can come home. Thank you SO MUCH for your thoughts and prayers, they mean more than you'll ever know. I'm not sure when I'll get around to updating this. I have to (I promised I would) finish another fic at the moment, but it's really wrapping up quickly. I'm starting two new PoTC fics as soon as I post this. So, just keep a look out. And again, reviews are greatly, appreciated. (Replies to all reviews coming soon, I promise!)