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All that evening, and most of that night, Will could not get Martina's words out of his head. For some reason he felt as if there was something he'd missed. Something very important. He lay awake at gone two o clock with her words running through his mind again, and again, and again. Find out who I am. He thought, What did she mean?
He got up slowly, trying not to wake Elizabeth who seemed to be sleeping soundly next to him. She walked over to the window where he could behold the view of the entire port.
"Why can't you sleep?" Will jumped slightly as he heard his wife's voice behind him, for he had thought she was asleep. He turned around to face her,
"It's probably nothing," He said, "I just can't stop thinking about what she said,"
"About wanting to know who you are?" Elizabeth asked, her hand resting on his cheek, "But Will, you already know who you are." Will turned away,
"I was William Turner, son of a respectable merchant. Now I'm William Turner, son of Bootstrap Bill Turner, a pirate. Who knows who I could turn out to be tomorrow?" Elizabeth did not know what to say. She had no idea that Will felt this way. She had thought that when he found out from Jack who his father really was then he had laid it to rest but this was obviously not the case. She thought for a moment, and then broke the silence saying slowly,
"Then maybe we should go to the docks at dawn," She said. Will turned around with a confused look in his eyes. Elizabeth began to explain herself, "It won't be empty," She said, "And then we can meet this woman again and find out more. Any hint that she's lying and we can just come straight back here,"
"And if she isn't? If she really does know something and Jack's sent her here for us?"
"Then," Elizabeth sighed, "Then I suppose life will just get a little more exciting."
Meanwhile, at Tortuga, the crew of the Black Pearl were enjoying the hospitality of a local inn. Jack seemed to have gained a lot more respect in the area after defeating Barbosa and the cursed crew than he had had for managing to escape being marooned. There had always been some doubt as to what had happened that time, but the story of the fight for the Pearl had travelled all around the Caribbean, and probably even further. Jack was enjoying a drink with one of his crewmen,
"Aye, if we stays here too long Gibbs, we might forget what it was we came for in the first place," He said, tipping the remainder of his bottle of rum into his glass,
"What would that be Cap'n?" Gibbs asked merrily, for he had had quite a lot to drink,
"You haven't drunk nearly enough to forget somethin' like tha'" He said, frowning, "Besides, if Teeny doesn't show up we might just 'av an excuse to stay,"
Martina paced impatiently at the docks, keeping one eye peeled for soldiers, and the other for Will and Elizabeth. After quite a while after dawn she was beginning to wonder if they were going to turn up.
Maybe I gave them to long to think about it, she thought to herself, maybe they decided- Her thoughts were cut off as she caught site of the couple hurrying down the long road from the town to where she was stood. Will was wearing the same clothes as he had been last night, but with a travelling cloak around his shoulders, and a bag slung over his back. I take it they aren't coming here to tell me to push off then. Elizabeth looked like she had tried to find something practical to wear. She had on a simple dress of pale blue, and her hair was tied back in a messy bun. She kept glancing over her shoulder, probably hoping none of her posh job friends see her, Martina smiled to herself.
Finally, the pair reached her.
"Thought you'd never show," She said, still smiling, "Let's get going,"
"Wait," Elizabeth stopped her in her tracks, "We aren't going anywhere until you tell us exactly what's going on." Martina grimaced,
"I will tell what I can," She said, "But I promised Cap'n I would not breath a word to ye." Will looked at her expectantly, "Okay, okay," She said, "So I can tell this. At this particular moment, we have no means of transportation…" Will's eyes change to take on a look as if he had heard this all before, "But as of now, we're currently… well, we'll have one soon."
"How, exactly?" Elizabeth asked her, expecting to be amused by the answer. Martina's eyes scanned the bay.
"I have not seen any man 'board that ship since I be here, and that be almost an entire day now."
"The owner is a merchant, probably taking up residence in a local inn," Will said, wondering what she was planning,
"I see no guards," She said, quickly scanning with her eyes, "But you see one and ye let me know, quickedy quick, okay?"
"What are you going to do?"
"Stand aside that grand mooring over yonder, and I'll show ye,"
Slightly hesitantly, Will and Elizabeth turned and walked to the grand navy ship where she told them to. When the turned around they could not see her at all, until suddenly a flash of brown and red leapt up in a glorious swallow dive and slipped into the water, with barely a ripple. Their eyes shot to each other, mentally questioning if they had both seen the same thing. Sure enough, in moments they saw the same flash of colour on the boat. She had managed to get on board without arousing any suspicion whatsoever.
She manoeuvred the boat to their position and stood up proudly as she did so, giving a staged bow.
"Thank ye, thank ye. And for my next trick…" She waited for a moment until the sun had gone behind the cliff face and almost instantaneously as she pulled a rope attached to the main sail and wrapped it around it's hook in a movement so fast, it looked like she could have done it in her sleep, the wind picked up and a sudden gust made the boat jolt forward, and they were on their way.
"No merchant I know wakes before dawn if he owns a pretty boat like this," Martina said, "And only a few I know wake before midday. There's no business in exquisite jewellery for the commoners. And rich jobs only get up when the best bit of day is wasted."
"Jewellery? You seem to know a lot more about this merchant than you claim to." Elizabeth said, accusingly,
"Ah well," Martina's eyes flashed cheekily and she wore a grin that reminded Elizabeth of Jack. "Well, ye can always trust a pirate to be untrustworthy. That's what I say."
"Always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest." Will echoed Jack's own words. Martina scowled,
"First of all, that comment does not mention me, and I'm honest as they come mate, thank ye very much," Elizabeth caught on,
"You may say you are, but we can't trust you to be honest, because 'you can always trust a pirate to be untrustworthy'." The female pirate grinned proudly,
"Aye, don't miss a trick, do you?" She said, in respect, "Now, Jack told me you'd done good and married a pirate, but this lad, he be only a boy. A smithy. And he doesn't smell."
"Neither do you, I've noticed. If you don't mind me being so bold in saying so," Will commented.
"Uh, I'm a pirate, remember mate? If bold men put me off, I'd have gone cryin' back home long ago. And I don't smell because I'm a woman, and we've got more self respect than men. You met Ana didn't you? She's jus' the same. But you lad, you be a man, and a man can't go round smellin' of posh jobs stuff. T'is not nat'ral."
"It is where I come from," Will protested,
"T'is not." Martina argued, "Because ye don't come from Port Royale do ye?"
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