True Love: Forever Reunited
Chapter 7: Trouble in Port Royal
The minute the guards grabbed Will and Elizabeth's arms, the two pirates roughly shoved them off, reaching for their swords.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Mr. and Mrs. Turner," said Gillette with malice. He gestured towards Andrew and Amelia, who were still being held at bay by two menacing swords. "Or you will regret being the ones who cost your friends their lives."
Will and Elizabeth slowly put away their swords and the guards quickly shackled them. Andrew and Amelia were shackled as well, and Groves stood awkwardly to one side. He had a shocked, but nonetheless defiant expression on his face.
"I meant for you to shackle Commodore Groves as well," said Gillette smoothly.
"But Admiral," protested one soldier.
"But nothing," responded Gillette, cutting him off. "Groves was assisting pirates to break into East India Company property, and here in Port Royal we have no tolerance for anything relating to pirates."
"He wasn't helping us," said Elizabeth, knowing almost full well that her lie wouldn't fool Gillette. "He was going to arrest us!"
"That is complete and utter rubbish," said Gillette in a matter of fact tone as one of the soldiers shackled the good Commodore. "He has always had a strange fascination with pirates; I have just not caught him in the act until now."
Will attempted to shift out of the grip of the guards, but was unsuccessful. If his hand weren't shackled he would have socked Gillette directly in the face. "The Rileys and Groves have nothing to do with this," said Will in a hard voice that he hardly believed himself capable of.
"In fact they have everything to do with it. They helped you and your wife, and the two of you are in fact, wanted pirates. Not to mention that breaking and entering is a crime unto itself," answered Gillette in a matter of fact tone as he walked up to Will, standing inches from his face. "Lord Clinton will be immensely pleased to see I have finally apprehended the two of you; you will be quite useful."
"Who is Lord Clinton?" asked Elizabeth, her eyes narrowed in intense dislike.
"Ah still quite fiery aren't you?" said Gillette in amusement. "Lord Clinton is the man who took Lord Beckett's place after his unfortunate demise; he is actually Beckett's nephew."
"Brilliant," said Will loudly, clearly displeased.
"Enough of this," said Gillette. "Men, seize their weapons and take them to the fort and lock them up. I must tell Lord Clinton of this development."
Will and Elizabeth shot Gillette one last glare before he turned and left the room, leaving the prisoners to his soldiers.
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Just half an hour later the five were thrown unceremoniously into one small prison cell. It was deadly silent between them for quite a while. Andrew had his arms wrapped around Amelia, who was visibly shaking, Groves sat quietly in a corner, twisting his fingers, and Will and Elizabeth stood up, pacing beside each other; this little predicament had not been in their plans.
"We have to do something to get out of here," said Elizabeth, gazing at their weapons, which were hung just across from their cell. "But we have to do it when this place isn't full to bursting with guards." She sighed, her shoulders tensed. "I'm worried sick for the children. We need to get out of here, if only for their sake."
"Agreed," said Will, frowning, "And I'm certainly not liking the sound of this Clinton fellow, especially seeing as he's Beckett's nephew."
"He's quite powerful," said Groves, speaking for the first time since the arrest, "Beckett trained him personally to be the next leader of the Company. He's only about forty now, he was quite young when he took over ten years ago."
"I'm awfully sorry about this Commodore," said Will, glancing over at him. "None of this was meant to happen."
"We only wanted to see if we could get some of our things back," said Elizabeth softly, "And now look what we've gotten ourselves into."
"It's all right," answered Groves. "It's not your fault I decided to help you. I used to love the Royal Navy, but ever since it became the pawn of the East India Company, it's lost its appeal. There's no more honor; we just do what the Company wants. It's seems like the tradition of the old navy died right along with James Norrington."
"It did," said Elizabeth, her mind filling with memories of the last night that she had seen Norrington, memories that still plagued her nightmares. "Now they only do the bidding of the Company."
Elizabeth sat down against the wall, Will beside her. She looped her arm through his, just wanting to feel the warmth and security that he brought. She put her other hand on Amelia's shoulder.
"Amelia are you all right?" she asked, in a concerned tone, a frown on her face.
Amelia looked up, tears welling in her eyes; this was a whole new experience for Andrew and her. "I'll be fine, if only we can find a way out of here. Otherwise, I don't know how fine any of us will be."
"That's true," said Andrew as he stroked Amelia's hair. "I'm concerned for us and Commodore Groves, but I'm also concerned for you two; your lives are at stake."
Will felt Elizabeth tense beside him; they had only just been reunited and were finally a family with their beloved son, and neither of them wanted that taken away. Willy was forefront in both of their minds, and they could only hope to formulate a plan to get out of here.
"Elizabeth," said Will in a whisper to his wife, who looked over at him. "Do you think the Company will want to know of Calypso?" he asked in a tentative tone.
"Perhaps. I imagine she has been a problem in their desire to take over the sea. Why do you ask?"
"Because," responded Will in an even lower whisper. "She told me how to bind her, and I don't want the Company, in any way, to be able to extract that information from me"
"Why in the world did she tell you that?" asked Elizabeth in confusion. "It seems like she wouldn't tell anyone that."
"I don't know why she did it," said Will. "She told me soon after I became captain. She came one night when my father and I were still busy cleaning up the mess that Jones left, and I could tell she was still angry with Jones. I really think she let it slip more than anything."
Just a few minutes later, footsteps were heard coming towards them, and two soldiers unlocked the door and pulled Will and Elizabeth from the cell.
"Where are you taking us?" questioned Will in a hard voice.
"Admiral Gillette and Lord Clinton have requested an audience with the two of you," answered the soldier simply. "We know nothing else."
The two soldiers led Will and Elizabeth to a large room inside the fort, which they presumed was this Lord Clinton's office. When they entered there were two men in the room; one of course, was Gillette, the other could have been none other than Lord Clinton. The two soldiers shoved Will and Elizabeth roughly into two wooden backed chairs and then left to stand guard outside the room. Will and Elizabeth looked worriedly at each other and joined hands, their fingers intertwined.
"Is jail suiting you well?" mocked Gillette with a smirk.
"Oh yes, it's just lovely," said Elizabeth in a biting tone. "Just what we've always dreamed of."
"Wonderful," answered Gillette with heavy sarcasm. "Well then without further ado, let me introduce to you Lord Timothy Clinton, Lord Beckett's heir and head of the East India Trading Company."
The other man in the room turned to face them and if they hadn't known that he was Cutler Beckett's nephew, Will and Elizabeth never would have guessed it. This man was tall with fair British skin that had been tanned from years in the Caribbean. He was slender and his eyes glinted dangerously. He did not don the signature white wig, but had his longish black hair tied back. There was one thing that he had inherited from Beckett however; when he turned to face the Turners, he had that same cold, calculating expression that Beckett had once worn.
"Will and Elizabeth Turner," he said in an overly polite tone of voice, "So we finally meet. I've been looking for the two of you. In fact, I know almost all there is to know about you. It is a pity really," he said, his eyes landing on Elizabeth, "That a beautiful girl raised in such polite society should end up as Pirate King of all things." He put his finger under her chin, causing Elizabeth to squeeze Will's hand tightly, sending Clinton a death glare.
"Do not touch her!" yelled Will angrily. "You will not touch her."
Clinton chuckled. "Touchy aren't we Captain Turner?" he said. "Now tell me, what has become of your ship?"
"Why do you want to know?" asked Will in a scathing tone.
"Because the Company," answered Clinton in that same cold, calculating voice, "wishes to know what has become of such a valuable ship as the Dutchman. We also wish to know what has become of the goddess Calypso. You see, she has been a bit of a nuisance in our quest to have control of the sea. I never believed in such nonsense as sea goddesses until I read in my uncle's documents that the last Brethren court released her, and for these past ten years she has prevented us in taking the seas."
"I know nothing about Calypso," lied Will, as memories of his ten years on the Dutchman surfaced in his mind. Calypso had shown herself a good many times on the Dutchman, instructing Will on his job and such. She had often sent him tidings of Elizabeth's well being, and had hinted a few times that he had a son waiting for him at home, though she had never been firm on the idea.
"Rubbish," said Gillette. "You know more than anyone since Davy Jones."
"What do you want with Calypso?" asked Will, knowing that it couldn't be good.
"We wish to bind her," stated Clinton, "so that we may take over the seas. So, you see, we need the nine pirate lords in order to do this," he said, his eyes flitting towards Elizabeth, "And we also need you Captain Turner, to tell us how to bind her."
"And what makes you think you can capture the nine pirate lords," interjected Elizabeth, her face flushed with anger. "And what makes you think that Will is going to give you information?"
"Oh," chuckled Clinton, "The East India Company has its ways to get information, believe me. And as to capturing the eight other pirate lords, well I don't think it will be overly difficult if I play my cards right."
"And what of our friends?" asked Elizabeth, her voice still steady and firm, "They have nothing to do with this business. You will let them go."
"I don't think so," responded Gillette, "they were helping you to break and enter, which makes them guilty of being associated with piracy. And besides, they will make an excellent form of leverage. And if you aren't careful the lives of Andrew and Amelia Riley will be quite in danger."
"You wouldn't!" exclaimed Elizabeth, her eyes glinting dangerously.
"Oh yes," said Clinton, moving only inches from her face, "we would. And until you divulge who the other eight pirate lords are, and how to bind Calypso, consider their lives in danger, as well as your own. Well, really Mrs. Turner, you only need to tell us who the other seven pirate lords are; we already know of yourself and Jack Sparrow."
"We will tell you nothing!" said Will heatedly.
"Admiral, get these two out of my sight until they are ready to divulge the needed information," said Clinton.
"Yes sir," said Gillette as he motioned for the two guards to take Will and Elizabeth back to their cell.
Only a minute later the couple found themselves being thrown roughly back into the cell, to the surprised faces of Andrew, Amelia, and Groves.
"What happened?" asked Andrew, his face paling with worry, "What did they want?"
"To know how to bind Calypso, and to know who the pirate lords are," said Will. "But we'll explain later; first we need to get out of this cell."
"And how are we going to manage that?" asked Groves with a shake of his head. "There's no way out of these cells."
"Yes there is," said Will, a grin slipping onto his face, "I've done it before."
"But what of the guards?" questioned Elizabeth.
"Night has fallen and as far as I can tell there are only two guards at the door, which shouldn't be too much trouble," said Will, taking hold of the bench in the corner of the cell. "Help me with this Andrew."
"Of course," said Andrew taking hold of the other end.
Just a few seconds later the clanging of bars falling to the ground was heard, and everyone leapt out of the cell, fetching the weapons and quickly putting them on.
"We must get to Andrew and Amelia's and collect the children and get to the Empress as quickly as possible," whispered Elizabeth as the two guards at the door advanced upon them.
Will and Elizabeth instantly hit the two on the head, knocking them out. With that, the five ran as fast and as quietly as they could towards the Riley home to collect their beloved children, and if all went well, they would soon be safe on the Empress
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A/N: I am so sorry for the long delay!! I am out of town and haven't had much time to write, and now I have the sinus infection from hell. So excuse this chapter if it isn't as good as the others, I tried my best under the circumstances. And again sorry for the cliffie, but I couldn't help myself, lol!! Enjoy and thanks for the reviews!