Chapter Eighteen: A Plan
Cordelia sat glumly in the galley, no one but herself and Will to cook for. She was left alone with her thoughts after dinner. Why couldn't she tell Jack how she felt? That she didn't want him to go out drinking and whoring? That she was jealous of the women he could be with at this moment? Why was she having second thoughts about staying aboard? Why was she considering finding a nice man to marry in Port Royal? She told all this to Will.
"Well I don't know what you're so worried about. Those women mean nothing to him and you don't have to worry about the voyage. Now as to whether or not you should stay in Port Royal, that's up to you. There are plenty of respectable bachelors that would be happy to marry you. I'm the one who should be worrying. How am I going to tell Elizabeth about this? She wants to get married and start a family, not go gallivanting around the globe with pirates."
"From what I hear of her she sounds like she'd be up for it. Now, what should I do about my problem? Whenever I have the courage to talk to him he's never here! I can't talk to him if he's not here."
"Well then let's go get him.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean 'kidnap' him from the tavern, so to speak. We'll take him back here and sober him up. Tie him if you have to and speak your mind."
"How'll we kidnap him? He'll recognize us or put up a fight."
"Don't let him know we're kidnapping him. And disguise yourself."
"Oh, so I'm doing this. What's your plan?"
Will's plan involved her putting on her nice dress, messing up her hair and pretending to be a whore. A whore! When she had Jack's attention she was to lead him back to the Pearl and sober him up. Then she could talk to him. It wasn't a half bad plan. Will would sit at the bar and watch what was going on so Jack didn't actually do anything to her and no other pirates did either.
Dressed in her new get up, Cordelia and Will made their way to the Faithful Bride.
