Ok, my sister is coming into town from Hawaii, so I wont be able to write as much, and then we are going to Vegas for a week, then to Disneyland...I will try to put out a few chapters before I go though, so y'all dont kill me when I get back.
AND, to those who wish to see about the Queens Fool things, read this chapter!
Chapter ten: Meet the Turners'
We arrived back into Port Royal...the weather was cooler and almost cold in the mornings and at night. Jack and I became a bit closer, but never had another "romp" again...I think he was a bit embarrased, but I have no clue as to why.
"So, who's your 'friend' we are going to stay with in town?" I asked as we dissembarked and made our way to the fancy part of town.
"The Turners." He grunted out, and I noticed that he had a very sour look on his face.
"How do you know them?" I persisted, grabbing his hand.
"I just do! God woman, do ye always have to be so damn inquisitive?" I snorted and dropped his hand like a hot potato.
"Fine then." I said, matching his dour tone. We finally reached a big three story house at the end of a lane. It was a dark green color with yellow trim...ugly to me. The wide windows and sweeping balconies made me think of my own home back in India, without the ugly clashing colors.
"God, Will...are ya color bind?" I heard Jack mumble under his breath as we walked up to the door, and he knocked. A maid answered and obviously reckognized Jack.
"Oh, Captain Sparrow. So good to see you, they are in the drawing room right now," She said in a breathless hushed voice, not unlike a childs. Jack gave a small nod, oblivious(as usual) to the young maid's attentions. We walked into the elaborate house, filled to the brim with expensive things.
"Didn't you say he was a blacksmith?" I whispered to Jack as we walked down a very long hallway.
"He was. He used to be part o' me crew, until he married Cor--, until he married." He finished, not saying the wife's whole name. I raised an eyebrow and we finally entered a pretty tacky drawing room.
A woman, probably in her early twenties, was sitting on a big chintz chair. She had somewhat long light brown curlyish hair. She was pretty, I guess. She saw Jack and her eyes widened. I was curious as to that strange look on her face, that clearly showed she at once, and maybe still has feelings for Jack. Jack avoided her searching gaze, and sat down on the matching chintz couch, pulling me down by him, as if saying "I have someone new now." I scooted away from him, not likeling the glare I got from the woman.
"Jack!" A tall and somewhat handsome man cried out, from the other side of the room, he came striding over and shook his hand.
"I am sorry for the little tantrum on the ship a while back...I hope I didn't do much damage." I blinked, then remembered! This was the man from the ship that wanted to be part of the crew, but was denied by Jack! I had totally forgotten about him. Besides, when Jack was telling me about Will, he never said his last name, and that was all I had heard that day, long ago.
"Nah, its ok...Dan fixed it, you can hardly see anything now..." Jack lied. I quietly sat there, staring pointedly at Jack.
"Oh yes," He said finally getting my silent hint. "This is Jezebel..shes part of me crew now..." I elbowed him this time. "Uuhh...shes me girl now?" He offered to me. I shrugged and looked at the woman.
"Oh, Jezebel," Will said. "This is my wife...Coralie. I think, Jack...you remember her?"
"HOW THE HELL COULD YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT WILL'S BLOODY WIFE USED TO BE YOUR BLOODY GIRLFRIEND?" I screamed at Jack that night. We had been put up in one of the guest rooms. He was sitting there on the bed, staring up at me, his eyes wide.
"I...I..." He stammered, but I interrupted him.
"DID YOU GUYS EVER HAVE SEX? YOU KNOW WHAT? DONT TELL ME! I DONT WANT TO KNOW! GET OUT!" I screamed, and if my voice were to hit another octave...it would probably shatter the mirrors and those glasses of water on the dresser. Jack gave me a smug looking look.
"Ah...no." He said, and crossed his arms over his chest. I felt like beating on him, kicking him, doing damage to anything...but knew better than that. My parents had taught be great self-control...and now was one of the biggest test I've had to endure to be sure to keep my poise.
"You purposefully brought me here didn't you? You wanted to see your old lover, yet keep me on the side! Does Will know about this?" I asked in a hushed voice. At that Jack laughed. He threw his head back and was laughing as loudly as I was screaming.
"You are really very jealous, aren't you?" He asked, eyebrowed raised jokingly. "And yes, Will does know that Coralie and I had a past...in fact, we were going to marry, but she decided to run off with him while I was gone dropping off an unwanted person in London." He said, a sour look to his face, messing up his rugged features.
"Who?" I bugged.
"Just a person."
"Another protege? Was she with Will also?" I guessed.
"How in the hell did you know about her?" He demanded, clearly outraged.
"Aha! I didn't, but you just gave yourself away." I said triumphantly, pointing an accusing finger at him. "What was her name?" I demanded.
"Elizabeth," A new voice from the doorway said. I spun around and saw the woman named Coralie standing there, glaring at Jack, arms folded across her chest. "She was...unpleasent, to say the least." She said wearily. She walked in and sat down on a plush chair.
"Right..." I said, not knowing what else to say. "What was she like?"
"A bitch...excuse my language...but thats the only way to describe her. She was pretty, boarder-line georgous. But what made her ugly was her personality. She hated me from the start...and we would get into rows every now and then...She was the cause of my little ward's death..." She said vaugely, her eyes going unfoucused and blury.
"Uh...your ward?" I asked gently. Coralie's eyes snapped out of their faraway look, and became sharp and piercing again.
"Yes, John Smith. He was the son of the famous explorer who helped colonize the Americas'. He was all but eight, and due to Elizabeth's indirect ways, he died. I haven't the heart to name any kids John now." My heart started to warm towards Coralie. She had lost someone close to her also. She seemed to be a good person, and I couldn't blame her for Jack's sordid past.
"Do you have any kids?" At this question, Jack stood up and mumbled something about leaving the "women-folk to talk on their own accord, and go get a drink with Will." I ignored him, and gave a small smile to Coralie.
"Yes, two in fact. Anne who is one and George Micheal who is only four months. What about you?" She asked, then realizing that I was with Jack, covered her mouth.
"Yes, I do in fact. From my late husband. Her name is India." I said heavily.
"Thats a beautiful name. Why isn't she with you?" I explained everything without really giving anything away. She made a great audiance, gasping at some parts, and laughing at the few parts there were.
"You must stay with us for a while at least," She said getting up as a loud and lusty wail came from down the hallway. "I'm sorry, but duty calls, and the nanny is only here for a few days a week. I shall see you later." I said goodbye as well, and started to dig through my trunk for my night-clothes. I realized at that moment that there was only one bed, and it was only a queen. I sighed, and thought of how I could persuade Jack to sleep on the floor, or in one of the chairs. A thought came to mind...and let me tell you, it was quite wicked.