A/N: I'm baaaaaack! Thought I'd died did ya? Well…sorry to all those who want me to write the scenes…I'm not gonna as of yet…leave a little bit up to the imagination, eh? Besides…it makes it that much better for you to read, cause then you get to decide on what happens behind that locked door…*wink, wink*

Ummm, what else did I want to say…Oh yeah…all you Norrington likers out there, I would not suggest reading this chapter…this chapter is considerably darker than some of the other ones…just a warning…

Yours,

Merlana~

Disclaimer: Merlana's disclaimer says: She doesn't own anything! She would like to say that she'd really like to own something though…perhaps Jack? Or, maybe she could just own a piece of him?

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Chapter 8: A Gathering Storm

The sun streams in through the grimy window of Jack's cabin on the Black Pearl. In the last two days, you've left the cabin only seven times; to eat, swim and play tag with Jack Sparrow and Jack Turner. The rest of the time during those past days was filled with copious amounts of rum, laughter, and sex. You yawn lazily and stretch as a cat would, as you lie wrapped in Jack's embrace. The bed sheets are a tangled mess around yours and his waists and his tanned torso and your stomach are already covered in a sheen of sweat. The last week has been abnormally hot and humid and even you can tell that a storm is on its way.

The heavy air oppresses any thought of getting up and you snuggle closer to Jack delighting in the goose bumps that appear on your skin at the contact with his. He murmurs something about eggs and sighs deeply. You smile, and then close your eyes and drift back to sleep wrapped in the protective embrace of the one man you never thought you'd be sleeping with.

Sometime later, you awaken to find that the ship has stopped moving. You reach out instinctively for Jack and find that he's not there. You are assaulted by the idea that you've been captured. You brush that thought aside and instead you decide that you've arrived in Port Royal and Jack has gone to see Elizabeth. You slide slowly out of the bed and begin to dress. You put on your long black skirt and a loose white shirt that was once Jack's. You run a hand through your hair and decide that a hat would be a good accessory today. You grab Jack's tri-cornered one and place it at a jaunty angle on your head. You next rummage through one of the drawers in his desk and find his stash of kohl. You do your eyes quickly and then call Quicksilver, who flies down from his perch to land on your shoulder.

You slip out the door, expecting to be greeted by sunshine, but are instead greeted by the barrel of a rifle and the face of an unhappy British soldier.

"Leave 'er alone Norrington," comes the slightly slurred voice of your favorite pirate. You turn your head to find him and discover that he is manacled at the wrists and held between to large soldiers.

"What's goin' on 'ere?" you ask of the assembly in general, trying hard to keep the tremor of fear out of your voice.

"This is your wench Sparrow?" drawls Norrington, looking you up and down. You suddenly feel very exposed and flush a deep red. "Thought you'd be able to do better than that," Norrington mutters.

Jack makes an angry sound and tries to break free, but your right arm is quicker. A sharp slap is heard and Norrington steps back rubbing his jaw. He growls menacingly and grabs a handful of your hair and slams you against the cabin wall hard enough to make your teeth rattle. You hiss in pain as he wrenches your hair out of your head. Jack struggles furiously to reach you until one of the soldiers holding him takes the butt of his rifle to the back of Jack's head. Jack goes limp in their arms. You make a frightened noise and struggle against Norrington's grip on your hair. He backhands you across the face and you cry out in pain.

"Don't try anything wench!" Norrington spits out, then throws you to the ground. You land hard and slump, shaking with fear. "The 'Pearl is ours gentlemen," Norrington intones and his men cheer.

"(Your name)? Cap'n? Are you all right?" calls a small voice. You look up from the ground and meet the eyes of young Jack Turner. He is hiding beneath the staircase up to the helm and you motion for him to be quiet, it's too late however and Norrington grabs the boy by the arm and hauls him out from under the stairs.

"Jack Turner?" Norrington asks, and little Jack nods sullenly. "Where's your father?" Jack Turner glances at the still out cold Jack Sparrow and at you, then back at Norrington.

"'E's dead sir," little Jack replies. Norrington looks taken aback and his mouth drops open. For a moment you have a strange vision of him catching flies.

"And how is it that you came to be aboard the Pearl lad?" Norrington asks, and the boy again glances at you before answering.

"Ana found me sir."

"Where were you before you were aboard this ship?"

"I was aboard the Creation. Father and I was out lookin' fer Cap'n Sparrow an' 'is ship. Then the crew jus' started hurtin' my da, so I tried to stop them. I don't member nothin' else," Jack Turner says quietly.

"I see," Norrington says. "Wench! How'd you find the boy?"

"It's like 'e tol' ya Commodore! We was bringin' 'im 'ome to 'is mama. Will's dead, we buried 'im at sea," you say defiantly. Norrington sniffs and turns away from you to face his men.

"I hereby place Jack Sparrow under arrest for the murder of William Turner and the subsequent kidnap of his small son Jack Turner," he shouts. A collective gasp goes up from the crew of the 'Pearl and you jump to your feet indignantly.

"'E didn't do anythin'! You rotten ! Leave 'im alone! Will was 'is best friend, d'you really think 'e killed 'im?" you shriek. Norrington rounds on you, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Sparrow dies at sunset," he growls then pushes you away from him. Quicksilver swoops low and goes for Norrington's face. Norrington calmly takes aim with his pistol and shoots. Quicksilver falls out of the air in a flurry of feathers and lands at your feet.

"Quicksilver!" you gasp, bending down to finger the tiny feathered head. You look up at Norrington, to find he's smiling smugly and leap at him, hands first. You go straight for his eyes but succeed only in raking your nails across his left cheek, leaving an angry red scratch that starts to bleed. Norrington grabs both of your wrists in one hand and throws you away with him. You fly into the cabin wall and hit your head hard. The last thing you hear is jeers and laughter from Norrington's men and an anguished cry from Jack Turner. Jack Sparrow, who came around after the declaration of his arrest, breaks free for a moment and races toward you. He is stopped by a hard hit to the gut and doubles over in pain. His eyes lock onto yours and you mouth 'I love you' just before darkness claims you.

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A/N: Short chapter, I know…but it does what it needs to do…like always I ask for people to tell me what they think…thanks to all my faithful reviewers…

Yours,

Merlana~