Pirates of the Caribbean: Anna Chapter 3 The Mysterious Mr Smith, a pirates of the caribbean fanfic

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As usual, Anna was growing bored with the ceremony, and she could see that Elizabeth was not only feeling the same, but she continually fanned herself and took large gulps of air. She was unnaturally pale, and seemed to be in pain.

"Are you alright, Eli?" Anna whispered looking very worried for her sister.

"I'm fine. It's just that this blasted corset doesn't let me breathe." Elizabeth whispered back, wincing slightly.

Anna's eyes widened. "You mean you're wearing a corset?" The thought was rather amazing, since the corset was something she had heard so much about but none had been brought to Port Royal as yet. It seemed that all the ladies of class wore one, and that it helped them with their figures. "I thought you looked slimmer."

"I can't wait until this is all over and I can take it off, and possibly burn it." A smile appeared on both their faces. "It's good to see you smiling, Annie. You looked so sad this morning."

The reminder caused Anna's smile to disappear and she blushed. "I wasn't feeling well."

"You don't need to lie to me, Annie. I know you better than you know yourself." Elizabeth sighed, feeling sad that her sister still couldn't confide her feelings to her. Then, seeing someone coming towards her, she groaned. "Oh no, Lady Witherspoon is coming towards us."

"And since my back is towards her I can easily make my escape and plead that I didn't see her coming." Anna announced rather slyly.

"Traitor." Elizabeth exclaimed a little louder than she should.

"Love you too." Anna smiled devilishly before making her well-timed escape and selfishly leaving her sister to the mercies of one very talkative and nosey Mrs. Witherspoon.

Having made her way down to the docking area, the young woman was glad to be away from the ceremony, and among the real people, as she liked to refer to the villagers. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the salt spray on her face and she breathed in the smell of the sea. It was all very tranquilizing for her. She hated being in those ceremonies filled with so many people. She preferred being by the sea, watching the fishermen as they rowed in with the catch of the day.

"Good day Miss Swan." Someone called to her right.

She waved to whoever it was, not remembering the name of the person but remembering that he had been one of the many friendly people she'd spoken to while down here some days ago.

Hearing a commotion from the fishermen, she turned to look towards the sea and her eyes narrowed at what she saw. Clearing believing that the glare was affecting her eyesight, Anna's shielded her eyes with a hand, but nonetheless, the view was the same. She watched as a man dressed rather eccentrically came into the docking area in a sinking boat, just managing to place his foot rather self-confidentially on the planks of the dock before the ship disappeared into the sea, only its masts slightly visible above the surface. His hair blew in the wind, giving him an even more mysterious and interesting appearance.

Her attention already captured, she hid partially behind some barrels and watched as he had a quick interchange with the docking master. It seemed rather shady since he slipped the man three shillings (while the price was only one shilling) and didn't fill out the form with his name or his reason for being in Port Royal. Then, when the Docking Master and his little black slave boy went on their way, Anna's mouth fell open when she saw the new arrival snatch up a little coin pouch and shake it. Hearing something jingle, he smiled and placed it in his pocket, walking away as if he owned the island.

Following at a safe distance, Anna realized that he had his eyes on the ships of the Royal British Navy. Her interest piqued even more, she was about to follow him down on the dock as he made his way towards the Interceptor, but quickly hid when she saw two soldiers rush out to stop his advances.

Murtogg stood stiffly, gun at his side. "This dock is off limit to civilians."

"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know." The man said, and she wondered about the slight accent she heard. "If I see one I shall inform you immediately." He made a move to walk past the soldiers but once more they blocked his path. Assessing them for some seconds, he suddenly changed the topic. "Apparently there's some high-toned and fancy to-do at the fort, ay?" He watched as they turned slightly to look back at the fort that Anna had just left, before returning their gazes upon him. "How could it be, that two outstanding gentlemen as yourselves did not merit an invitation?"

Both colored slightly and then Murtogg announced in a clipped tone: "Someone has to make sure that this dock stays off limits to civilians."

"It's a fine goal to be sure." He announced, raising a finger. "But it seems to me that--." He moved to the left and the soldiers moved rapidly as well, blocking his advances once more. "A ship like that—" He motioned his hands towards a ship anchored out in the water. Anna strained her vision to see which ship was being talked about and she recognized it to be the Dauntless. "Makes this one—" He motioned to the Interceptor. "—A bit superfluous really."

Murtogg nodded. "Oh the Dauntless is the power in these waters true enough, but there's no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed."

From her hiding place, Anna wondered if this man was trying to get information about the ships. If he was, she considered him doing it wisely. What sort of soldiers or guards gave away information like that? Which is why they probably didn't 'merit' the invitation.

The man seemed to consider this over with a finger to his chin before removing it. "I've heard of one." He said in a superior voice. "It's supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable. The Black Pearl."

At this Anna's eyes widened. She was sure that that was the ship she had seen the day she met Will. Why was this man mentioning it? Is he a pirate?

Mullroy finally spoke, but it was to laugh. "Well, there's no real ship that can match the Interceptor."

Murtogg frowned and turned to Mullroy. "The Black Pearl is a real ship."

Mullroy shook his head. "Na, no its not."

"Yes it is." Murtogg insisted. 'I've seen it."

Turning to look at his companion, Mullroy raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "You've seen it."

"Yes."

Mullyroy snorted in disbelief. "You haven't seen it."

"Yes I have!" Murtogg cried out in conviction.

"You've seen a ship with black sails that's crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that hell itself spat him back out?"

"No."

"No." Mullroy announced with a shake of his head.

Before Mullroy could say anything to the man in their midst, Murtogg spoke up again. "But I have seen a ship with black sails."

"Oh." Mullroy said mockingly, once more turning to look at his companion. "And no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that hell itself spat him back out couldn't possibly have black sails therefore couldn't possibly be any other ship but the Black Pearl. Is that what you're telling me?"

Anna watched in amused silence as the mysterious man had mischievously made his way passed the soldiers as they were disputing and had now boarded the Interceptor. Who was this man?

Murtogg, looking pleasantly lost, smiled and nodded. "No."

Sighing in disgust, Mullroy blinked. "Like I said. There's no real ship--" he turned to where the mysterious man had once been standing. "that can match the Interceptor." But both men looked around at the empty space in front of them and then back at the ship they were talking about, seeing the man playing at the helm. "Ay!" They hurried towards the Interceptor, and the man looked at them as if he seeing them for the first time. "You! Get away from there!" They rushed up the stairs and aimed their pistols at him. "You've got no permission to be aboard there mate."

Hurrying from her hiding place, she was glad that they were so caught up in their little scene that they didn't notice her as she crept onboard the Interceptor and hid on the left side of the stairs.

The man looked at them. "My apologies, it's just such a pretty boat…Ship." He added, seemingly not wanting to insult anyone who was pointing a firearm at him.

Murtogg looked rather unnerved. "What's your name?"

"Smith." He called out, still toying with the helm. Somehow Anna couldn't see him as a Smith.

Lowering his pistol, Mullroy asked: "What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Smith?"

Murtogg nodded, still aiming his pistol. "Yeah! And no lies!"

Mr. Smith looked at them. "Well then." He moved away from the helm, "I confess." and took intimidating steps towards them, causing them to back up slightly. "It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out."

Anna'ssharp earspicked this up and she let out a soft gasp. He was a pirate!

Mutrogg gave Mr. Smith a frown. "I said no lies."

His companion, Mullroy, turned his head slightly to Murtogg and said: "I think he's telling the truth."

Murtogg made a face. "If he were telling the truth he wouldn't have told us."

Mr. Smith's voice was then heard declaring: "Unless, of course, he knew that you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you."

There was confused silence on the ship.

Having heard enough, Anna left her hiding place and walked up the stairway. She raised an eyebrow when both Murtogg and Mullroy spun around and aimed their pistols at her.

Both men grew pale and lowered their weapons immediately, bowing. "Miss Swan! We are sorry; we didn't know you were here."

"I see." Walking past them, she looked at Mr. Smith, who was eyeing her oddly.

He tilted his head to the right, a finger on his chin. "You seem familiar. You haven't spent some time in Tortuga have you?"

Not quite sure what to make out of that, she shook her head. "I don't think I've had the pleasure."

"Neither do I."

Wondering what he was talking about, Anna narrowed her eyes at him. He seemed rather familiar to her as well. He reminded her of someone, but who? Shaking off the feeling that she had known him or that she'd seen him before, Anna walked toward shim. "Excuse me?"

Mr. Smith smiled. "From your fancy doo-dads I take it that you merited an invitation to the fancy to-do up at the fort."

"I'm the governor's daughter." Anna pointed out and saw him nod in understanding. "Interesting beads you have in your hair, Mr. Smith. I don't think I've ever seen that type before."

"I doubt you would have, luv. These are beads I got from the cannibals I met on one of my adventures."

Mullroy, lowering his weapon completely, came closer, questions in his eyes. "Cannibals?"

Murtogg did the same and gave Mullroy a dry look. "Are you doing to claim that cannibals don't exist either?"

Ignoring his companion, Mullroy asked Mr. Smith: "Did you honestly meet cannibals?"

"Of course!" He announced as if it were a common thing to meet a cannibal. "And an exciting story it 'tis for sure. You see amte, mycrew and I were—uhh—out exploring when we came upon an Isle we'd never seen before. So we put down anchor and went into the island to explore it." His eyes shone with mystery. "The island itself was rather bleak, bloody fog everywhere. My men and I weren't there for more than a day before we were captured by naked men covered in war paint…a rather nasty sight to say the least." He shivered at the memory. "Well, they took us to their village and began examining us to see which had the most flesh so that they could eat him first." By now he had their whole attention and they went to sit down as he continued on with his story. "Of course, poor ol' Rollie was the first to go into their boiling pot." He took of his hat and held it to his heart for two minutes of silence, before placing it on his head once more and resuming the story with renewed vigor. "Right the next day, while they were deciding which of us to cook next, Bootstrap Bill remembered that that day would have an eclipse. He, being the most literate of us, began proclaiming that the gods would be angry if they ate us. He then pointed to me and told them that I was their ambassador and that I shouldn't be treated with such disrespect." Mr. Smith frowned slightly. "Well I shouldn't have I am the famed--." He then blinked and coughed into his hand, but to Anna it sounded as if he was covering up for a slip-up. "Mr. Smith."

Murtogg seemed rather entranced with the story. "What happened next?"

"Well, the eclipse suddenly happened and the natives fell on their knees begging me to intercede on their behalf with their gods. Which I did rather dramatically, pointing out the fact that I am—" he frowned once more, seeming very annoyed at something. "—Mr. Smith."

Mullroy's eyes widened. "Blimey."

Anna just smiled, enjoying the tale.

Mr. Smith continued after his brief pause of annoyance. "When the eclipse finally wore out—which lasted a bloody long time during which I had to come up with some fancy and important sounding words and braid them into phrases in whichI tell the supposed gods with whom I was supposedly conversing to not be angered with the savages—and when the eclipse ended the cannibals freed us and thanked me over and over again…" He announced. "…and then they made me their chief."

Suddenly there were screams from the fort, and Anna got up as did the men, hurrying to the side of the Interceptor to look towards the cliff where the proud fort stood. All color drained from her face when she saw her sister plunge into the ocean. "Elizabeth! That's my sister!" She turned and looked at the three men with her, who were just staring at the spot in the ocean where her sister had disappeared down into. "Someone go do something!"

Mr. Smith turned to look at Mullroy. "Will you be saving her then?"

Mullroy's horrified eyes were still trained on the sea. "I can't swim."

Mr. Smith glanced questioningly at Murtogg and then looked away disapprovingly, realizing that he wouldn't do either. "Pride of the King's navy you are." Taking off his hat and hoister, he slammed them into Mullroy's chest. "Do not lose these." With that he dove overboard and into the sea, swimming rapidly towards where Elizabeth had disappeared under the water.

Anna's eyes were wide in horror as she leaned over the side of the ship as far as she could. Please let Elizabeth be alright!

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