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Chapter 7: Quarrels

After searching Barbados with nothing to show for their efforts, Goryin's crew and Norrington headed back to the ships.

"Onward to the last island. Curacao."

Norrington's stomach felt queasy. The last island.

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David was already at the restaurant when I arrived. He wore a white shirt with cuffs with a pair of black leather breeches and brown boots. He looked out the bay window, sipping coffee and watched the town wake up, one by one.

I had rummaged through my trunk on the ship and found a yellow silk sundress and a hat. My hair was neatly combed, with pins holding every hair in place.

"Morning, David. So tell me. Why didn't you ever come back to Port Royal after your training?" I sat down on a chair across from him, smoothing my dress.

"I suppose I don't have a good reason for that. Perhaps I never really had a liking towards Port Royal." He set his cup of coffee down on the dish with a clink, making a light, but audible sound.

"Perhaps you never got over the fact that Celia had to leave for the Western settlements?" Celia had been David's lover, until she moved away before he left for military training.

"No, it's not that." He quickly changed that subject. "How many suitors have you had while I have been away?" he teased.

I gave him a sarcastic laugh. "Let's say I've had none, shall we?"

Shortly after, Jack came down to join us at breakfast.

"'ello, how's everyone doing today?" Taking large gulps of tea, he said, "Ye know, tea isn't really my fancy, I wonder if they have any ru-."

I quickly kicked him under the table, almost causing him to choke on the tea.

"So, tell me, who exactly is this friend of yours?" David looked at Jack repulsively.

"An acquaintance of mine on our adventure that Mother and Father permitted."

"To be more specific, my name is Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow to you." Jack gave and chuckle and looked at David.

"Is? Are you telling me, you've been…bunking with this pirate?" David asked, questioningly and accusingly at the same time.

"What? I ne-," I was at mid sentence before Jack cut in.

"She's been dying to tell ye, she is. Truth is, we happen to be madly in love, isn't that right, Isabel?"

Jack and Isabel both knew that he was joking, though it was Jack who wished that he was really telling the truth.

I groaned. "Well that's that. You, David, will be coming with us for the rest of the journey and you will come back to Port Royal. Someone needs to take Father's place as the Baron of Windsor after he's gone."

"I certainly don't think so."

"Well, why not?"

"I don't like the way Port Royal is being run."

"Oh well. Then I guess I'll be heading off somewhere on a ship full of pirates." I pretended to look at my nails while my words tempted David.

Being the ever over-protective brother, David relented when Isabel mentioned the ship full of pirates.

"Fine. I'll be heading to my quarters to pack my belongings. Stay in town, you hear?"

David walked out, leaving Isabel and Jack to themselves.

"Do we really have to bring him along?" Jack asked.

"Jack! Of course we have to! He's my brother."

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David went to his room in the inn where he lived and worked. Going through the rooms, David saw a man with a rather frizzy white wig and dirty and torn coat and pants along with a group of men. Where have I seen him before, thought David. He does resemble Norrington. But what would James be doing here? And looking like that? Funny that Isabel hasn't mentioned him. Not giving the matter another thought, David returned to packing his things.

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After a while, David returned to the restaurant, finding Jack and Isabel still sitting as they were when he left them.

"I'm ready, sister." David carried a luggage and a bag, one in each hand.

"Alright then, let's head out, aye?" Jack stood up, ready to leave.

"You know, Isabel. I never knew that Norrington also accompanied you on your trip. I think it's quite unusual for you not to mention he was with you when you know that James was my best mate." David said, unaware that this too, were news to me.

"What did ye say? Norrington's in Curacao?" said Jack and I at the same time. I let out a gasp.

"Isn't he with you?"

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A/N: Bad place to end a chapter? Reviews, please! Sorry for any typos or mistakes. It's getting late!