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"Three more days. That's it." Bill said as he walked in on Elizabeth reading some books.
"I'm nervous, but anxious, I can't wait." Elizabeth got up and flattened out the skirts of one of the ten dresses that Bill had bought for her. They had no idea how long it would take for them to find Jack and Will, so Bill bought plenty. This dress was Elizabeth's favorite, it was a gorgeous crimson red, it had white lace around the low cut bodice. The skirt itself had lace floating at the bottom, the dress was gorgeous.
"What were you reading?" Bill asked as he looked over at the desk.
"Some stories…pirate stories. I loved reading them as a child. I still enjoy reading them, however now, since I know some truth, I don't romanticize about it. It is cutthroat, nothing how they paint it in the books."
"Who was your favorite pirate? Story?" Bill leaned in interested as he and Elizabeth sat down.
"Captain Bartholomew. They say he was so successful because he was quite gentlemanly."
"Yes he was."
"You've met him?"
"Oh yes, nice chap. Came up with the pirate's code…Parle…all that."
"Believe me I know." Elizabeth smirked at that. "Then of course Jack Sparrow, he always managed to make it out of interesting situations, but his tales were vague, far and few in between, I believe that's why I kept interest."
"And who else?" Bill said with raised eyebrows.
"You mean you? You weren't mentioned a whole lot. After you went and died…rather missing, nothing was written about you."
"Oh." A knock at the door interrupted them. "Come in."
"Excuse me sir. There is a problem." A young man came in the room, his hat in his hands, he nodded politely to Elizabeth as he walked in.
"What's the problem?" Bill got up out of his seat.
"There is a ship a few hundred yards away."
"So?"
"It's flag is what worries us. It's a pirate brand sir…" Bill and Elizabeth quickly went out the door and looked. Elizabeth looked at the ship.
"Give me the spyglass." She asked the young man, not truly that young, he was probably a few years older than her. "Thank you." She then looked through it. She nearly dropped it at the sight.
"Elizabeth what is it?" Bill noticed her weakened state.
"That's the Black Pearl. They are going to attack." Elizabeth then felt weak at the knees.
"How much of the crew do you know?"
"Jack enlisted more help, some of the crew I know…Gibbs is the best known by me."
"Alright, because it looks to me like they are going to board this ship regardless."
"That's the Black Pearl?" The young man said.
"What's your name boy?" Bill asked as he turned around.
"Caleb."
"Caleb. I am making you first mate right now. So you need to take on some responsibilities. First, make sure the crew is waiting, I don't want to fight, but we will if we have too. Second, I am not who I say I am. I am Bill Turner, or more popularly known as Bootstrap Bill Turner, and this isn't my daughter, this is Elizabeth Swann, now if you remember last year's tales…"
"I remember."
"Good. Now the two men aboard that ship know who she is…but they think she's dead…they may not recognize me right away, I have a beard and I may not be that noticeable."
"So what is the plan?" Both Caleb and Elizabeth listened intently.
"Caleb, I want you to see Elizabeth to the galley, arm her with a sword." Elizabeth hated that she wasn't going to be up here, but she knew he knew what he was doing.
"But if they know her, why not leave her on deck, what if they decide to blow us to smithereens?"
"They won't. I know Jack well enough. If he is meeting us then he knows that this ship is nothing more than a merchant vessel, and he knows there is a young girl aboard, he won't do anything stupid, and if he does Elizabeth is safe and we are waiting."
"Alright." Caleb said.
"Bill be careful." Elizabeth said.
"I will." Caleb then took Elizabeth's hand and led her downstairs to the galley. Elizabeth shook free of his hand and walked downstairs behind him.
"Take these." Caleb handed her a pistol and sword.
"Listen to me. Will Turner and Jack Sparrow are not to be harmed."
"I know that. I promise I will keep my eye on them." Caleb then gave her a quick smile. "You are prettier than I imagined you would be." Caleb then nodded and ran out of the galley leaving a blushing Elizabeth to herself.
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"Let us board the ship and we won't kill any of you." Jack shouted over to Bill's crew.
"Our Captain says you will wait for his arrival on deck." Caleb shouted back.
"Who the hell is he the damned king of England?" Jack shouted. "We are coming over…now." The crew of the Pearl then began to board the lowly merchant vessel. "Now where is your captain?" Jack grabbed Caleb's shirt.
"He said to wait." Caleb grumbled.
Elizabeth had no intention of waiting in the galley, she was in the hall below deck listening to every word.
"Well, then, I guess I'll just have to shoot the messenger." Jack cocked his pistol and held it at Caleb's head.
"No you won't. Put the gun down now Jack." Bill emerged from his cabin.
"How do you know my name?" Jack asked as he let go of Caleb.
"That is the Black Pearl isn't it?" Bill looked at his son. They didn't recognize him, thankfully.
"Ah so you're a reader." Jack said with a smile. "So now you know that I am going to have to take all of your cargo."
"Probably. But unlikely." Bill said with a smirk. Will read this man, he was just about Jack's age, but there was something about him…something familiar.
"You are ignorant mate."
"Who is the boy?" Bill looked directly at Will.
"None of your business." Will said. Bill then smiled.
"Oh yes, now I remember, your Will Turner. Where is the elusive Elizabeth Swann?"
"Don't even speak of her." Will growled.
"You sound angry boy. Why?"
"Just don't." Elizabeth closed her eyes at the sound of Will's voice.
"I want to know." Bill then walked closer to Will.
"Do you know what your doing old man?" Will spat, his anger was taking control now. Both crews looked on edge, as if something might as well happen.
"Of course. I always have a plan." Bill then patted Will on the cheek. "You'll see."
"Who the hell are you?" Will asked.
"Boy you can't tell?" Will then pulled out his pistol and aimed it right at Bill's head.
"No more games old man."
"Agreed." Jack said. "Subdue the crew!" Bill knew this would happen. So he instructed his crew to be tied down quietly. Elizabeth was on the ship, free, that's what he wanted.
Elizabeth quietly managed to make it to her cabin. She sat down at the table that faced out over a large bricked glass window. Soon, she would see Will, soon she would be in his arms.