Chapter 3
"Elizabeth" I said, grabbing Oliver by the wrist and pulling him forward.
"Lily?" asked Elizabeth, her brows furrowed when she saw Oliver.
"Elizabeth, this is Oliver Watson, he kind of saved me from Norrington" I explained.
"Oh" said Elizabeth, "nice to meet you, what were you doing with Commodore Norrington?" she asked, turning to face me, she knew as well as I, that I was not to talk or be seen by Norrington.
"I was on my home" I began, "and Norrington stopped me, I believe it's because I'm in pirate clothing, and Oliver stepped in and helped me, he posed as my husband" I replied. Elizabeth stared at Oliver, as if studying him.
"it was nothing, really, she looks like a pirate, which is what she is meant to be looking like, I assume, and I'm sure you know what Norrington's attitude is like toward pirates, so I helped her out" said Oliver.
"Yes, Norrington isn't very courteous when it comes to pirates" replied Elizabeth, she'd know, after once being engaged to Norrington.
The three of us talked for hours after that. I thought it was all going pretty well, when I suddenly remembered that Oliver would have to go before Dad came home, to avoid being questioned. I opened my mouth to speak to Oliver when at that precise moment, Father decided to walk in.
I watched Dad's eyes move from me, to Elizabeth, to Oliver. His brows furrowed.
"Who's he?" he asked, I watched Oliver's eyes widen as he realised that Captain Jack Sparrow, was in the same room and acknowledging him.
"Father" I said, I stood up, preparing myself for the Commodore Norrington lecture I was about to get. "This is Oliver Watson; he got me out of a tight spot with Norrington.
"And just what precisely, were you doing with Norrington?" he asked me, he looked at me as if I'd stolen his rum.
"Well, I was dressed as I am now, walking through town and Norrington spotted me, he wanted to know who I was, I gave him my mother's name and then he wanted to know my business in Port Royal. That's when Oliver stepped in, he said we were picking up supplies for our ship and visiting a friend" I conveniently left out the 'husband' part, as I suspected that Oliver would like to keep his head.
"Oh" replied Dad; he turned to Oliver, holding out his hand.
"Well then it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Watson"
Oliver shook his head and replied with; "oh no the pleasure is all mine, I assure you" they shook hands and Father pulled Oliver closer, pulling up his sleeve and turning his wrist around, I knew what he was looking for. A pirate brand.
"Umm…Captain Sparrow?" said Oliver, looking at father with topmost confusion.
"YES!" cried Dad, unexpectedly. he dropped Oliver's arm "Someone finally got it right! The first time too!" he turned around to face me and leaned into me. "Is he a eunuch?" he whispered, he mimed scissors with his hands. I guess Oliver had seemed a little too keen on my Dad.
"No, he's not" I replied, after all, he had been flirting with me since I met him. I hoped I was right.
"I like him" stated Dad.
"So, how exactly, did you 'rescue' my daughter from that bloody giant ice cream?" he asked Oliver.
"well, I saw her and Norrington talking, Lily was in pirate attire and I decided to listen in, I heard Norrington questioning her and she looked like she needed help, so I went up to them and…" began Oliver.
I held my breath. He was going to tell Father about the 'husband thing' Elizabeth coughed, a little over the top, she was warning him.
"…and I pretended to be Lily's husband, Norrington believed it and here we are now" finished Oliver.
Damn it.
He's in trouble now.
"I did try to warn him" said Elizabeth to me as i gave a her 'look'
"by coughing!" I exclaimed
"You pretended to be WHAT!" shouted Dad, his fists were clenched and he was looking ready to punch poor Oliver.
"Stop it Jack, he helped Lily, your daughter, get out of trouble with Norrington, would you rather have her in the jail?" asked Elizabeth, trying to calm Dad down.
Oliver looked at me worriedly as we waited to see what Father would do next.
"Well, I guess thanks are in order, mate" he said finally
"No really, you had every right to be angry" protested Oliver.
After the argument had passed, we sat down and listened to most of Dad's stories, including the Barossa one and one about Davey Jones.
