Disclaimer: I don't know of any towns named Allenport in the Caribbean off the top of my head so I probably own that and all the people there in this story. Except for the very few who belong in Disney's Pirate realm. Boy, I think I'd like to visit that realm. It would definitely be a nice change from snowy New York.
A/N: Happy New Year ya'll. Hope it treats you good. This year for me was really crappy so I'm hoping this new year brings some good stuff.
Chapter 10
Morgan looked towards the town of Allenport that she was quickly approaching. The wind had picked up these last few days of her trip and it had separated her from the Black Pearl and her crew that was manning it. She had lost sight of them the day before but knew that they would be trailing her to port. Morgan hoped to wait for them in Allenport where she would be meeting Jonathan as planned. If her eyes were not deceiving her, Morgan believed she could see him already waiting her arrival at the docks. His tall frame and presence that he had made him easy to recognize, even from a distance.
She had kept the Black Pearl in perfect condition as he had asked, knowing that her crew would be keeping it as she had asked them before she had boarded her own ship that day. She hadn't seen Jack Sparrow since then and Morgan had no interest in seeing him if she had no need for him. He was in the brig with the rest of his pesky crew, including that female pirate whom she supposed might be his mistress. It was no real interest of hers but she had separated the two nevertheless. Morgan thought with a smile that they should be feeling quite full from their diet of stale bread and rainwater that Lars had brought them daily. Their misery would soon be over when Jonathan took them as prisoners. She smiled at the thought as she watching the dock which they were steadily approaching.
Jonathan waited impatiently on the dock of Allenport. He wanted the Pearl and he wanted Sparrow dead. He knew that would be an easy task to accomplish but Jonathan couldn't do it just yet. First, he needed to get Morgan out of the way.
He looked back as he heard a small cluster of troops marched past a street in the town. The citizens had been a bit perplexed at the soldiers who had taken positions in their town a few days before and rumors had already begun to spread. Some had said they were making a routine check throughout the British providences in the Caribbean while others had thought they were out to catch a much larger fish. Jonathan didn't worry about such things. He knew they weren't after him.
"Jonathan!" a feminine voice shouted to him from over the side of the approaching ship as he tried to locate her position. "You're prize will be arriving tomorrow," Morgan shouted to him as she clung to a rope that held her from falling off her own ship.
"Morgan, lass! Nice to see you in once piece," he shouted back, much louder than needed, as a rope was tossed over the side of the ship to him.
Jonathan pulled himself aboard as Morgan shouted orders to her men as they were quickly anchoring the ship into the harbor of Allenport. They needed no instructions as they quickly busied themselves but Morgan shouted them anyway out of habit.
"Part of the crew of the Black Pearl is in the brig. Sparrow and some of his crew," Morgan told Jonathan as soon as the Cicatriz had been securely docked. "The Black Pearl should be here by tomorrow. We were both delayed but when the wind picked up again, they weren't quick enough to catch it," she told him, her voice gravelly from shouting.
"I want to see Sparrow," Jonathan insisted.
She studied him for a moment. "I told you. He's in the brig."
"Bring him up," he replied.
"Bring him up yerself," Morgan growled back as her crew watched the argument that was taking place. "Me and me crew are off te the Broken Blade to celebrate," she told him before making a wide motion to her crew that signified that they were free to leave.
As the crew yipped and howled with joy and flung ropes down the side of the ship to climb down, Jonathan pulled Morgan back. "The Pearl better be here tomorrow," he threatened.
Morgan glared back at him as she pulled her wrist from his grasp. "If it's not, it's your own men's fault," she told him before stalking off to talk to two of her men about standing guard.
Jonathan looked towards two of his own men who had stayed behind. "Get me Sparrow," he ordered them before he turned and headed towards the kitchen of the ship.
Onshore, a British officer had pulled his friends to the side. "Did you hear that man? He called that woman Morgan."
"Aye, I heard him. It could be who Commodore Norrington is looking for," his fellow officer replied as they paused in the street.
"He would be impressed if we brought her in ourselves. Might even promote us," the third officer commented.
"The Commodore would be pleased," the second soldier murmured back in agreement.
The three looked at one another as a plan began to form in their minds. They all knew that the Commodore had wanted Morgan White and they had wanted to bring her down themselves. Unfortunately, none of them would succeed.
