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Chapter Five: Accidental Whisper

Ruth was asleep; Elizabeth was tucked in and reading a book, propped against her knees. Will stood beside the window, staring out at the black ocean frothing against the beach, his callused hands fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.

"Will, stop fooling around and get into bed." Elizabeth said crisply, peering over the top of her book at him. The candle light danced off her pretty face and threw her eyes into angry shadow.

Will sighed and crossed the room, sitting on the end of the bed. He could feel Elizabeth's eyes on his back. "Stare at me all you want, Elizabeth." He said shortly. "It won't change anything."

"I wish it would turn back the clock so we could re-do tonight and maybe you would behave as a proper gentlemen towards James." Will knew this was coming. He let his hands fall from his buttons and looked back over his shoulder at her. She was really angry.

"Unfortunately it won't. If you wanted a proper gentlemen, you shouldn't have married me." Will snapped. Elizabeth closed her book with a snap.

"No, maybe I shouldn't have." She said. "James was being kind, inviting us over for supper and you had to act like a complete child."

"Well at least I didn't act like a love sick young woman!" Will said before he could stop himself. Feeling his face turn red, he turned his gaze back to the window and stared through the window across the room. Elizabeth shifted beside him, silent. Will could have cut the tension in the room with a knife. Finally, he sprang to his feet and went to the door.

"I'm going for a walk." He said bitterly. Without a backwards glance he left, closing the bedroom door with a snap and plunging himself into darkness. Standing in the hall, he breathed deep, burying his face in his hands. He hated fighting with Elizabeth but they seemed to be doing that more and more often lately.

Moving through the house as quietly as possible, he was only met with silence. The same held true for outside. The town was silent and the moon hung high above him like the shimmering face of deception. All was not well in the town, his own mind was plagued with fear and doubt. If he lost Elizabeth or Ruth…

Shaking his head, he glanced up at his bedroom window. The lights were out and there was darkness in the window. Moving off down the streets he entered his shop and closed the door, leaning on it with a sigh.

A strange creak at the other end of the room perked his curiosity. There was someone else in here, he was sure of it. There was a sword he kept by the door, in a barrel so Ruth couldn't get a hold of it. Reaching into the barrel he was met by empty air. The sword was gone.

A strange creak to his right made him whip around fully. Through the moonlit cracks in the door, he saw someone moving, a large shadowy figure in a heavy jacket and wide brimmed hat. Straggly hair stuck out at angles but he couldn't see the face.

Will stepped back as his eyes fell on a glint of metal in the pale light as the figure raised its sword.

Suddenly, outside, a female scream pierced the night. "Help! Someone please, help me!" Will didn't take his eyes off the figure which suddenly left his side and disappeared into the dark as the woman outside hit the door of the shop.

Will wrenched it open and grabbed the woman as she threw herself into his arms, sobbing. Her hair was long and thin, almost black in hue. Her green eyes were bloodshot from crying and tears flooded down her finally chiseled features. Her small frame shook violently as she melted to the ground, holding Will's shirt, her hands stained red.

"Are you injured?" Will asked loudly, picking her up and dragging her away from the shadowy shop incase the figure still dwelled there. The woman shook her head and wailed louder. Will held her close to him, letting her melt into his strong body as she began screaming incoherently.

"Mary!" He finally made out. "Mary, oh my god!" Will pulled away from her and held her beautiful face in his hands. He recognized her! She was the young woman he had seen in the Commodore's house earlier that night.

"What happened?" Will asked. The woman closed her eyes and sobbed to the ground, not answering. Will shook her. "You must tell me what happened so I can help you."

"The doctor! He's not there! I can't find him." She screamed. By now half the town had been woken and men were coming from their homes above their shops, still into their night clothing to investigate. Women hung out of shutter windows, watching with curiosity and Will could hear a small baby, the daughter of the baker, screaming in protest to the noise.

"I'll find him if come with me and calm yourself." Will said. The woman wouldn't stop crying, she seemed to be having a complete breakdown. "Okay…" Will looked up and saw a pretty young girl making her way through the crowd. He pointed at her. "Come here, stay with her until I return!"

The woman looked surprised at being addressed but nodded and sat down beside the distraught young woman. Will squeezed her shoulder and then sprung to his feet, taking one last glance at the shop before bolting down the street to search for Christian, the doctor.

It was a few minutes before he reached his house, drenched in sweat and completely out of breath. Will noticed a light on in a room at the top of the house. Sprinting up the stairs, he banged his fist on the door. Soon, Christian's tired young face appeared in the doorway.

"Mr. Turner!" He said, looking thoroughly shocked as Will leaned on the door frame. "What has happened? Is it Mrs. Turner? Ruth?"

"No…" Will panted, "Where have…you…been?"

"I had a call, you dockworker…what has happened?" Christian's eyes were round with anxiety. Will clutched his chest as pain shot through it.

"A woman…beside my…shop." He gasped. Christian didn't need any more explaining. Telling Will to sit and rest a moment, he raced back into his house to fetch his medical bag and coat.

They ran together down the streets, Will trying to keep up with the agile and less tired doctor. Soon, they were at his shop but the Navy had arrived. Commodore Norrington stood above the young lady and her helper. He was talking in a rough voice, tying to get information out of her.

She'd calmed considerably but was still a mess. When she saw Christian she almost began sobbing again. "Oh thank God!" She screamed crawling to her feet with Norrington's help. "She's this way, hurry!"

The woman led them down the street, stumbling as tears obscured her vision. Soon they were a considerable distance from the shop and near an alley. A woman lay there, a hole blown in her chest. Will stood back, watching the scene play in front of him. He couldn't help but feel, as he watched her, that there was more to this young woman then met the eye.

Miles away, on the high seas, Jack rolled over in his sleep, moaning into the pillow. Anamaria woke with a start, staring through the dark to stare at him. Jack rarely made noise in his sleep, particularly enough to wake her up. She'd been having such a good dream to! She'd married him and they lived in a cottage on a hill overlooking the ocean…she ran the house and they had small kids.

Jack suddenly jumped violently, still asleep. Anamaria reached out, her hand hovering in the dark for a moment before she gripped his shoulder and squeezed. He didn't wake but rolled over again until he face her.

"Jack." She whispered. Jack's forehead wrinkled at her voice but his eyes were still closed. Sensing this was a good time to get into his mind, she leaned closer and whispered, "Who's there with you?"

Jack moaned slightly. Anamaria repeated the question. "Key." Jack said. Anamaria wasn't sure if that was a name or just a ramble. She repeated her question and was shocked to hear, "Morgan." Eyes widening, she pulled away from him and scooted to the edge of the bed.

Morgan…Marko had mentioned her…Jack's daughter. He had told her it wasn't true! He'd lied.

"Jack wake up!" Anamaria screamed. Jack flung awake, falling out of the bed and flat on his face. After a few minutes of silence, his head reappeared, glaring at her over the edge of the blanket.

"Bloody hell, woman." He growled, pulling himself back up. "If I keep allowing you to sleep here…" Anamaria cut him off.

"Allowing me?" She screamed, getting off the bed. "You filthy liar! You said her name!"

"Said what name." Jack challenged back. Anamaria marched around the bed and stood face to face with him, the fabric from her night gown almost touching his bare chest.

"Morgan." She growled. Jack's eyes made no sign that he understood what she meant but, when he spoke again, it was far different.

"I said nothing." He answered. Anamaria smacked him hard in the chest, causing a loud SSSSAAAATTTT to echo through the room. "Ana!"

"Don't touch me, just say nothing." She moved around him, trying to leave but he grabbed her arm. Without so much as a thought, she did something she hadn't done for a long time and smacked him. Jack wheeled completely around gripping his jaw from her force and, with that, Anamaria left, slamming the door behind her.

Jack stood in the darkness for a moment, staring at the wall, his mind completely blank.

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