Disclaimer: I own Morgan and Jonathan. Everyone else you recognize is owned by the mouse.
A/N: So, what do you think? It's definitely getting there now. Plot is finally moving along and after this, well, it's going to get fun. Updates should be much faster now since I have this story finished and I actually have the time on break to type the whole thing out. Woohoo. Although, I am only going to be updating this probably once a week but maybe it'll be more if I want. I think a chapter a week is good considering I use to not update for months at a time. Anyway, here it is so, Merry Christmas & Happy Hanukah.
Chapter 9
"He said to wait here," a gangly barkeep said to James Norrington. James looked around the poorly kept tavern as the gawky man sauntered away. He didn't like the looks of the place at all. The lighting was dim and characters whom he would probably cut his throat for a few pounds lined the bar. As he sat down, he felt a little out of place wearing his naval uniform as he seemed to disturb a few characters by his presence.
It hadn't been his choice to meet here. He had received news that a man had information on the woman he was looking for and was ready to give it up at a price. The note to Norrington had told him to come to the Lusty Wench in the small town where James had stopped to reload his ship with supplies. He was told to tell the barkeep he was there for a "goldfish" and to his surprise, the barkeep had seated him in a darkly secluded corner table in the room. All Norrington could do now was wait.
"Mr. Norrington, I presume?" a dark hooded man asked as he stood in front of his table not even five minutes later.
"Commodore Norrington," James replied, standing to meet this new man and to try to get a good glance at his face.
The man grunted in reply and sat down at the table across from him. "Do you have what I asked for?"
"Yes," Norrington replied, joining him at the table as he produced a small pouch from his coat.
The man took the pouch from Norrington and peered into it with interest before spreading the contents of the coins out onto the table for a quick count. After he was satisfied at the amount which had been given him, the hooded man quickly placed the coins back into the bag before he began to speak.
"There is an island southwest of here called Blacknook. On the most northern side of the island is a town called Allenport. That's where you'll find her," the man said quietly.
James didn't trust him. For all he knew, this hooded man could have been one of White's men himself. "Do you know of her well," Norrington asked with raised eyebrows.
The man laughed. "Of course. I am what you might call a very close friend of hers but I've come to the point of disagreement with the lass."
Norrington became uninterested in that piece of news. If it was one of White's men that was going to turn on her, he had nothing to do with it. It only proved to him that he would not be able to trust this mysterious man, whoever he might be.
"I suppose that you know of Jack Sparrow then," James commented to see how Sparrow stood with this darkened man.
"Ha! I know 'em," the man responded, fingering for a cigar in his pocket. "His days as a pirate are soon to be numbered. I have received word of a plan that will soon remove him from existence as well." As the darkly hooded man took the candle from the table and brought it up to his face to light his cigar, Norrington was able to study his features quickly. Dark long hair, a short black beard and a cut beneath his eye seemed to be the facts that he remembered most before the cigar was lit and the candle was returned to its place.
"I see" Norrington said, trying not to show any emotion towards this fellows appearance or to the last comment that he made. It didn't seem to go unnoticed by the man with the cigar.
"Well, well," the man began with a sneer. "Would you have something against the death of a pirate such as the likes of Jack Sparrow?"
"I am grateful to him for a deed he did for me in the past. I am in his debt," Norrington replied as he looked down at his hands.
"Well, aren't you an upstanding gent. It's none of my business what he done for you as it is none of yer business what fate may soon befall him."
"I want Morgan," Norrington said coldly as he brought he back to the subject.
"And you shall have her. It would be a sad day when the name of Captain Morgan White does not make men freeze with fear. My apologized to any misfortune she may had put you through." James stared back at him as the man continued. "I told you where she'll be and if she's not, well mate, you're only out a few coins," the hooded man told him as he stood up. "We'll meet again Mister Norrington," he said as he removed the cigar from his mouth and slipped quickly away.
Norrington had gotten what he wanted - information on Morgan White. If this man was right, he would find her in Allenport. For treasons under the law of England she would be killed before her carnage became even bloodier. He would get revenge for his niece's death but he was not thrilled about the news about Jack Sparrow. He had been somewhat of an ally to James during this dilemma and he felt somewhat indebted to at least give him a word of thanks. If the matter was out of his hands, James knew there was nothing he could do. His attention was fully again on getting Morgan White.
