Disclaimer: Nope, still don't have my greedy little hands on the POTC copyright papers, and probably never will, much to the disappointment of my obsessed soul...
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James started, hand still on the smithy's doorhandle, as an elated whoop emerged from within. He didn't understand. Will had just presumably acknowledged Elizabeth's death; why else would he have made such a cry of utter agony? So what on earth was Will so happy about?
James felt an angry wave of boiling fury rise in his chest. The man that Elizabeth had loved with all her heart was celebrating her death - defiling her memory! She wasn't even lying at rest yet and Will was overjoyed at her passing!
A thought came unbidden to James's mind: Elizabeth had spent the night in the smithy - at Will's mercy the whole time. James followed this twisted trail of thought through to its conclusion, and the anger roiling in his chest turned to the unfeeling ice of vengeance. Will had killed Elizabeth - the cry of anguish was probably just for show. Why else would he be celebrating if the woman he "loved" was dead? Elizabeth had died at the hand of the one she trusted most in the world, at the hand of the man she had hoped would become her husband. The irony of it all sickened James and turned his stomach.
He tightened his grip on the knife which he still held in his hand, grinding the wire-bound hilt deeper into his palm. The pain sharpened his senses and honed his fury - he had come to kill Will to gain Elizabeth's affections. But if she was dead by Will's hand, James would kill the blacksmith out of revenge for Elizabeth's departed soul.
James saw the smithy door in a haze of firey red anger. He opened the door and charged in shouting, "FOR ELIZABETH!"
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Governor Swann watched the last of the documents curl around the edges and blacken, turning into charcoal and smoke. In just a few moments, the documents linking Weatherby Swann to the Commodore would be gone, reduced to a pile of smoldering embers. If James went down for a bungled murder, then he sure as HELL wasn't taking Governor Swann down with him.
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A/N: Sorry haven't updated in a while, but y'know - school. A government funded facility of sophisticated torture. It unfortunately gives me loads of crappy HW in french to do, andI suppose it doesn't help my math teacher refuses to accept logic reasoning. sigh
More Jack coming up in the next chappie, for all you Johnny fans out there...