A/N: Okay here's chapter 6! sorry about the wait... but anyway... i'm gunna start the editing of this again coz i ave the sound track now from POTC... well not the entire thing.. but i'm getting there and it's helping me to get inspired! yaya! anyway... R&R!
CHAPTER 6
"Did you see his face?" she cried, doubling over in fits of laughter, "You were all like we have to save Elizabeth and he's all like don't think you're the only one who cares about her and I was like hey look it's a wig!" Will watched the eccentric woman laugh, well more like cackle and he sighed.
"Leila, never again will I allow you to be alone." He had tried so hard to keep her under control. Even out of sight but the little vixen had managed to get under his nose and start making trouble for him. "You were lucky to escape you do realize, had he caught you, you would surely be upon a noose at this very moment!"
"Aw you do care!" she said in between fits of laughter, "That's so sweet! But did you see his face! Oh my god! Ha-ha! FUNNY!" the memory of it all was still firmly planted in her mind…
Will had been talking calmly with the Commodore explaining the situation; he'd told him that they ought to go after Elizabeth. And just to prove his point he'd slammed his hatchet down into the middle of the maps, where he'd gotten it Sireena didn't know.
At first she managed to stay quiet and watch intently but it was when Norrington commented with, "Mr. Turner, you are not a military man, you are not a sailor. You are a blacksmith and this is not the moment for rash actions. Do not make the mistake of thinking you are the only man here who cares for Elizabeth." What annoyed her was the manner in which he handed the hatchet back to him; it was though the weapon was made of fire or something.
Well she wasn't going to stand for it.
She emerged from her hiding place, her eyes blazing furiously. This peacock couldn't speak to Will like that! It was un-necessary. 'F'n stupid tyrannical peacock!' she thought vehemently in her mind. 'I'll sort him out!'
Will had turned around when she crawled in underneath his arms and stood between him and the table, her back pressed against his chest. His cheeks began to feel warm as did his loins. 'Good heavens.' He thought, his eyes widening.
"You there! Commodore Peacock!" she announced, "I have a bone to pick with you!" she crossed her arms over her chest and glared, "You can't speak to Mr. Turner like that!"
Norrington looked down at the girl and raised an eyebrow, so the little brat was connected with William Turner. "What would you know little girl?"
"More than what you obviously do." She retorted, "From what I can gather, you do not care for this woman as much as what you think you do. Because if you did you would be out searching for her at the moment, not going over maps! Love means you'd drop everything and start searching blindly for them!"
Will felt a stirring in his loins as the girl shifted a bit and he gulped, this wasn't good. If she moved away now he knew he'd be in for some shocking embarrassment. "Leila…" he warned, "Don't do anything…"
"Be quiet William." She commanded before she turned her attentions back to the pompous peacock, "There is one word in which to describe you, and this is coward. Your cowardice clouds your better judgement. Don't let the fear control you! It's not good for your pores! Not only that but your cowardice is demeaning to all men, but you aren't really a man are you? You are a eunuch."
Norrington didn't know what to say. He just stood there, watching the girl his anger slowly building up inside of him. "You miss are insubordinate, all you do is create trouble. You are a disgrace to this society."
She rolled her eyes; she'd heard it all before. So his words were nothing new to her ears. She pushed Wills arms out of the way as she casually leaned over the table and knocked his hat off, smirking as she knocked the white wig that was underneath his hat, off. Underneath was short cropped brown hair. "Clearly you don't believe in make up."
Norrington issued a low menacing growl and Will took this as the cue to leave. He grabbed the girl around the waist but she pulled free and went back for seconds but this time Norrington had a few guards backing him up. "Oh you have friends!" but her bravery was slowly ebbed away as the men lowered their muskets and aimed them at her. "Uh…" she said before turning and running away.
That is what bought them to where they were now. Why she was laughing Will did not know she had, after all, almost been killed.
"Aw Will come on! It was funny!" she cried, "William!"
"I fail to see the humour in it." He grabbed her arm and began to drag her away, where she had no clue. She only hoped he wasn't going to kill her.
"Where are we going?" but he didn't answer her, instead he kept on walking along. He couldn't find any patience with this girl, she was just so annoying. But he couldn't help but feel an attraction to her, of course both of his brains thought that. "Willy Wanker!" she cooed, "Come on tell us where we're going!"
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"JAIL!" she yelled, yanking on his arm trying to free her other one, panic etched into her very features, "Why are we going to jail? I haven't done anything wrong!" then it hit her. They were there to break that pirate free. She stopped struggling and allowed him to pull her along, a blank expression on her face.
She couldn't quite explain what was going on in her mind. William Turner confused her, even though this was an easy task, he had still managed to do it. 'I'm amazed it took him this long.' She blinked several times before deciding upon the words to describe the current situation. Bloody Insanity. "Nancy, why are we breaking the pirate free? Didn't you say…'I make it a point in avoiding familiarities with pirates' or something like that? "
He rolled his eyes towards the sky, without her seeing, "I aim to strike a deal with him. It's only temporary; with his help I am sure to rescue Elizabeth."
"My heart bleeds." She muttered, "Honestly it does."
He chose to ignore her and instead pulled her inside the jail but no sooner had he done so did she wish she was back outside once more. The smell of it was intolerable and also an insult to her sense of smell. It smelt like rotten eggs and stale sweat with acidic musk as a garnish. "Oh my god!" she gasped for her and Will released her arm which she instantly used to cover her nose up, "It's rank!"
"Rank maybe, but we have to release Sparrow." He turned around and looked her square in the eyes, "Are you coming?"
She peered around him down the stair well leading to the cells below and gulped. She had no burning desire to come face to face with Port Royals fierce criminals; she'd rather a tank of boiling oil over that. "No thanks, it probably smells more down there."
"Have it your way." He shrugged and turned to walk the stairs but Sireena had a sudden impulse and she couldn't restrain it.
"I aint scared you know! I just don't want to be a…burden to you." She blurted out her eyes wide, "I'm never scared!"
Will smirked and walked down the stairs but she could've sworn she heard him mutter, "You being here is a burden to me." But she brushed it off and sat down on the very top step, resting her chin in her hands her eye lids slowly drooping as she fell asleep.