As soon as the group of five had reached the town, Gibbs had split off to go sell the doe, taking his musket with him. That left Jack, Angelica, Will, and Elizabeth alone once again. Will had found a hooded coat in a garbage pile behind one of the shops and now Jack was wearing it with the hood up. The less people who saw him, the better.
After about ten minutes of trying and waiting, they finally got a stagecoach to stop. Will paid him a fair amount for a ride to Port Royal and then they climbed inside, the two women assisting Jack. As soon as the stagecoach had started moving and finally left the town, he flipped off the hood. Angelica sat next to him, the other couple on the other side. She leaned into him and he held her close as he gazed out the window.
She murmured something to him and he snapped out of a daze.
"What was that, love?" He asked quietly, gazing at her.
"Nothing." She quickly shook her head. "I was talking to myself, Jack."
He chuckled quietly, glancing out the window again.
Unintentionally, he began to doze off as he got used to the bumps of the trail.
*X*
"Jack. Jack!" Someone was shaking him. "Wake up!"
His eyes snapped open as he woke up and he glanced around with worry for a moment before he realized that nothing was wrong. He noticed that Angelica was the only one inside the stagecoach with him. He sat up, groaning.
"Are we 'ere?" Jack asked.
"Yes, Jack." Angelica responded. "Come on, we're leaving."
She helped him to his feet and he carefully climbed out of the stagecoach, nodding to Will and Elizabeth, as he flipped his hood back on. Angelica climbed out after him and closed the door. The Dutchman's former captain nodded to the driver and thanked him. Then the stagecoach was off again.
"Well, it's definitely after sunset." Will commented. Then he added,"We're not far from the house, it should take no longer than five minutes."
"Good." Jack groaned. "Don't know how much more walkin' I can take."
"Welcome back to Port Royal, Jack." Elizabeth gave him a small smile.
He chuckled good-naturedly. He sure had made some decent memories here. It's where he met Will and Elizabeth in the first place. But it was also where he spent some time locked up and escaped a hanging. This place was not safe for a pirate, not one bit.
The group walked down the main road in silence, turning off on a side road that led to a house larger than several of the shops combined.
"This is yours?" Angelica asked Elizabeth, her first time of directly talking to her.
"Yes, it is actually." She replied, giving a small smile. "Will worked really hard to earn all of the money for it."
"It is beautiful." The Spanish woman complimented.
"Why, yes, it really is." The married woman agreed.
They lapsed into silence for the rest of the walk. When they reached the front double doors of the house, Will unlocked them- apparently he'd had the key with him the whole time- and held the door for them. Elizabeth lead Angelica, who was still assisting the injured Jack, inside.
Jack was stunned. It looked like a place that a royal king or someone of the sort would live in. There was a set of stairs along the back wall of the main entrance hall that led up to a balcony that overlooked the entire room. On either side of the centered stairwell, two hallways vanished further back into the building. He glanced up and spotted what looked like a third hall at the top of the stairs. He'd never seen a building, much less a home this big before. How had Will and Elizabeth done this? Last time he'd seen them, they'd been embracing after ten long years apart on a grassy hill atop a cliff. He never expected things to go this well for them.
The Pirate King grinned at his reaction, pride shining in her eyes. She continued to lead them across the large room and over to the left hallway. They walked down in part way and she opened one of the doors on the left, gesturing them to enter.
"You can stay here while you heal, Jack." She told him. Then she turned to Angelica. "You can have the room one further down if you'd like."
"Thank you." Angelica accepted with a nod of gratitude.
The two women left, Elizabeth probably to find Will and Angelica to go to her room. Now alone for the first time since before the battle, Jack glanced around the room. It was just as impressive as the main entrance of the house. The bed frame had a canopy made of iron bars. Hanging from the bars on the side were red velvet curtains that were drawn open. There was a decent sized desk with quite a few drawers in the center of a large window that overlooked the cliff, and therefore the sea.
He smirked, immediately realizing why Elizabeth had given him this room. She knew him too well. The Caribbean is what he stood for; he was the Pirate Lord in control of it, after all.
He went back to examining the room. There were several dark wooden bookcase lining the walls, which were covered in red and gold patterned wallpaper. The bookcases themselves were covered thickly with several different volumes of books. The ceiling was a very pale yellow, with a very interesting design engraved into it. A single chandelier hung from the center.
He didn't deserve this. He was a pirate, not some royal citizen under the British influence. But, he did love the view from the window. I'll take it.
Jack unsteadily made his way to the window, hoping that his peg leg wouldn't ruin the deep red carpet. His other leg wobbled with every step, still having a long road ahead of healing after the shark attack. He reached the window, gripping the interestingly carved seal underneath it to steady himself.
He didn't know how long he stood there gazing out at the sea, which reflected the night sky and stars so well. But he was snapped away from his distraction when there was a knock on the door and it opened.
"I suppose you're hungry, Jack?" Will asked, standing in the doorway.
Jack turned to face him, giving a light-hearted smirk. "O' course I am, mate. Can't remember the last time I ate."
"Good." The latter gave a small, yet sympathetic smile of his own. "The maids have got dinner on the table and we've a doctor on the way for you."
"A doctor that won't execute a pirate like me, right?" He added in with a raise of his eyebrows.
"Why would I get one that would kill you?" The Dutchman's former captain asked in reply. "Of course, Jack. I got one that we could trust, an old friend of mine."
The injured man took a few steps his way, though they weren't very stable ones. His left knee buckled and he slipped, but he never hit the ground completely.
"Thanks, mate..." He grumbled awkwardly to Will, who'd caught him. He'd had to say that way too many times for his liking lately.
"No problem, Jack." He gave a small nod, but couldn't hide the concern in his eyes. He helped him to his feet, giving him a knowing look. "Do you want help getting up to the dining hall?"
"It's upstairs?" Jack groaned. Great, just hope I don't bloody tumbled down those… "Aye, I can barely take a few steps."
"Yes, it's upstairs." Will replied, before ordering,"Put your arm around my neck."
He did, feeling the latter's arm on his back. Together, the two exited the room to head to dinner.
A/N: No, this is not Will/Jack. I don't ship two people of the same gender.