.:.morning glory.:.
by: Cecile Li
-Chapter Three: New Info For All-
As Elizabeth stomped her way toward the trio, Jack quickly told Will to get his bonny lass and get to the Black Pearl as quick as possible.
As Will nodded, Evie poked Jack hastily.
"Not now, luv!" Jack replied, exasperated, not even bothering to look her way.
"No, Jack! Who's that?" Evie pointed at the extremely angry figure storming toward them.
Jack raised his eyebrows, not too surprised. "That'll be Will's bonny lass." This time Jack poked Evie. He winked. "Betcha jealous ain't ya, Ar-"
Evie inhaled sharply, her hand reaching to slap Jack. She paused when Elizabeth approached.
"Will Turner!" Elizabeth panted, quite a bit tired from walking so fast and furiously. "How dare….how dare you! Excluding me like that!" She wheezed again. Will looked slightly abashed.
This time Evie raised an eyebrow at Elizabeth. "Nice to meet you, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth nodded, leaning forward. "Yes, yes, nice to--" She stopped abruptly. "Who are you?" She said curiously, glancing at Jack.
"She's-- " Evie slapped Jack soundly.
"I'll thank you to let me introduce myself!" Evie retorted hotly.
Will leaned toward Jack's slapped face, smirking. "Guess you didn't deserve that one either, huh?"
Jack grimaced. "I deserved that one."
"My name is Evie Giselle." Evie gave Elizabeth a tight smile. Evie felt a tiny pang of guilt for slapping Jack, but she knew she felt lot more than a little irked at meeting Will's fiancée and finding out how lovely she was.
"Well, anyway," Jack said, breaking the silence. "We were talking about how to get you. Will was all ready to burst into your bedroom and sweep you to the Black Pearl, him being an eunuch and all."
"I'm not a eunuch!" Will replied, irritated. "I wa--"
Elizabeth glared at Will accusingly. "Will! How dare you even think that!"
"I--"
"Why, I'd only be in my nightgown!" She cut in again.
"Smooth, Jack, real smooth." Evie said, laughing as Jack steered her away from the squabbling couple.
"They'll catch up." Jack said with a yawn.
"So…you two want to room together?" Jack asked Will, a smirk on his lips. He was sitting on a chair, feet on the table, sipping almost ladylike, a bottle of rum. Ah…it was good to be back on the Black Pearl.
Will glowered at him. "We're engaged, not married." He spat out, wishing he wasn't engaged.
"Just kidding, mate. Evie, show Will to his room." Evie nodded, leading Will into the hall.
Jack got up. "Com'n luv." He indicated toward the hall Evie and Will just entered. Jack opened the 1st door on the left. "My room's just next door, luv. Left a letter for your old man?"
Elizabeth nodded, a delicate flush entering her cheeks.
Dear Father,
I'm off with Will and Captain Jack Sparrow to find someone. DO NOT SEND THE ROYAL NAVY AFTER ME! Postpone the wedding in 6 months. I'll be back by then. If I'm not, send someone after me.
Love,
Elizabeth SwannEvie led Will to the end of the hall. "Your room is the last one to the left. Mine is right next door. Our rooms are connected, so no funny stuff, got it?" Evie warned.
Will nodded, entering his gloomy room. A single candle lit the room. He could make out a dresser with a mirror, a cot, and a small writing desk.
Evie lingered by the door. "Will?"
Will turned, his face half shadowed by the dim light. "Yes?"
"Who was Arionna?" Evie asked hesitantly, half-afraid Will would get angry and tell her to get out.
His reaction was more different that Evie had expected. "It doesn't matter. She's dead." Will stated bitterly.
"Tell me about her." Evie said gently, seating herself on the dresser.
"She was like the rising sun, bringing light to darkness. She was so playful, so beautiful, so bright. I never thought her light would extinguish." Will smiled sadly at the memories.
Evie shifted uncomfortably. "Did you love her?"
He nodded dejectedly.
The silence stretched.
Annamaria suddenly appeared at the doorway. "Come on you two. Cap'n wants us on deck."
Evie nodded, following Annamaria. Just as she was exiting his room, she called back, "Will, Arionna's the past. Don't forget you're living in the present."
With that, Evie left.
The crew was lined up, all facing Jack. Jack strolled back and forth, examining the line before him.
"We're after someone. Someone so famous, all pirates know of him. Someone—"
"Tell us already!" Annamaria interrupted impatiently.
"Okay okay. Evie, get up here, you tell them." Jack sat down leisurely on the deck.
Evie hesitantly took a step forward. "Uh…we're going after… Jack, just tell them." She stepped back into the line, muttering, "Yeah, just make me do all your dirty work…"
Jack chuckled quietly. "We're going after me old arch-enemy and best friend. Ol' Hector Glory."
Annamaria gasped. Gibbs's eyes widened. All eyebrows except Will and Elizabeth's were raised.
The crew burst into conversation.
"…can't be…"
"…dead…"
"…Davy Jones's locker…"
"…thought all the Glorys' were dead…"
Will glanced at Elizabeth. She looked equally confused.
Elizabeth pursed her lips and walked over to Jack. "Jack!" She yelled over the crew. "Who's Hector Glory?"
Everyone was silent.
Annamaria laughed cynically. "Girl, you don't know who Hector Glory is? Unless he had a child, he's the only one with the blood of the Glory royal family."
"Wait," Will said slowly, remembering something his father had told him long ago. "The Glorys…they were the family that founded piracy?"
Jack nodded. "James Glory became the King of the Pirates. We pirates swear an allegiance to the Glory like. Well, most anyway."
Gibbs snorted. "Barbossa certainly didn't."
"What'd he do to Hector?" Elizabeth asked Gibbs with the wide-eyed look of a 3-year-old asking for a story before bedtime.
It was Evie who answered. "Put him in a lifeboat and sent him out to sea with naught but a piece of rope."
"Said t'was the privilege of a king to be left out to sea with a boat." Jack added.
"But," Elizabeth cut in, "You'll die out there without any water!"
"No doubt that was Barbossa's intent." Will finished, looking out at the sea.
Annamaria shrugged. "It's very possible Hector escaped."
Will turned, his eyes sparkling with hope. "He did. I remember a time when I lived on a ship. It was called the Morning Glory. I remember a family, a family that was very close to mine. The father…he was like an uncle to me. I called him Uncle Hector."
Jack took a swig of his rum. "Aye. The Morning Glory was Hector's ship."
"It sunk." Elizabeth spoke resolutely. "That was the ship Will was rescued from!"
Good job, Will thought sarcastically, when'd you figure that out, Sherlock?
"Elizabeth, luv," Jack drawled out, "If Will survived, there's a chance someone else did too, even if you didn't find them"
"Oh. Right." She looked sheepish. "Where do we find this Hector?"
"The Hector." Annamaria grumbled, eyeing Elizabeth with distaste.
Jack smiled his famous smile. "Where he was last heard from. Port-au-Prince."
Jack was lying on the deck, watching the starry sky when Will came.
"How long till we get there?" Will asked, lying next to Jack.
"Aye, give it a day or two." Jack replied, eyes still on the sky. "You know Arionna Glory?" It was more of a statement than a query.
"I knew her. I was 14 when she died." corrected Will gently.
Jack turned toward Will, his coal-black eyes suddenly fixed on Will's face. "Died?"
Will looked away. "She died on the Morning Glory."
"Miss her?"
"More than anything." Will laughed bitterly. " 'Arionna's the past. Don't forget you're living in the present.'. That's what Evie told me."
Jack laughed too, his laugh amused. For what reason, Will did not know. "Evie told you that? To forget Arionna?"
Will lowered his eyes. "She's gone."
Jack chuckled softly. "You remember what I told Elizabeth?"
"Which bit?"
Jack looked at the sky, watching a shooting star make its way across the open twinkling sky. " 'If Will survived, there's a chance someone else did too.' " He got up, dusting his clothes lightly. "Well, I'm off to sleep. Nighty-night mate." He walked off, leaving Will to ponder his words.
Author Note: I'm well aware Sherlock Holmes did not exist then, but I just added it in there anyway, ok? I thought it would fit in there pretty well…