A Sparrow's Medallion

Chapter 7

Melphis: I apologize for the wait but here it is Chapter 7. Now to thank the reviewers.

Johnny's Pirate093: Thank you for the reviews. The whole Liz thing is a bit confusing now that you mention it and I promise I'm going try my best to explain it. I'm going with the idea about past lives and that this is one Liz had. Since it is a past life Liz remembers next to nothing about it maybe bits of deja vu but she is starting to piece some of it together. I just thought it would be interesting to have Liz be from the future as well as my character. I don't think that really explains it though, sorry if it doesn't clear things up for you.

TrunksgirlBlaze27: Sorry for making you wait. I am thinking about making a sequel. I haven't mentioned a thing about Gwyn's past after all.

And thanks to all my readers.

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I took a seat next to Jack and Will during dinner. Elizabeth and her father were talking about her honeymoon. Will would occasionally input a sentence or two into their conversation. Unfortunately for me the Commodore had also been invited to the dinner party who was currently keeping a close eye on Jack as he ate. Jack didn't seem bothered by the Commodore at all.

"So Gwyn," the Commodore said, "where are you from?"

I wish he'd go back to calling me Miss Jordan, "It's Gwyndolyn," I corrected him, "and I've been here and there. My parents moved around a lot so I don't know what place I'd call home."

It wasn't a total lie seeing as how my father had use to be in the military and we had moved around a few times.

"Interesting. How is it that you came to be with Mr. Sparrow?"

Is this an interrogation? "To make a long story short Jack saved my life and allowed me to stay on his ship partly because Elizabeth insisted."

Jack finally said something, "Trying to out the lass on the spot Commodore? It's none of me business or yours what the lass could be running from."

"Well actually," I said with a grin, "I've run away from home with the intention of meeting pirates, joining the circus and other general mayhem and mischief. As you can see I've accomplished one of my goals."

The words that pop into my head and come out of my mouth are interesting, aren't they? The Governor and the Commodore looked at me in shock.

"She's just kidding," Elizabeth told them, "Gwyn has a quirky sense of humor. It took me some time to get use to it."

I nodded, "I get that a lot. Overactive imagination I'm afraid. I've read one too many books."

Governor Swann smiled at me kindly, "You do remind me a bit of Elizabeth perhaps that is why you've both become friends."

The dinner party was finally over a quarter after seven. Elizabeth and I escorted her father out.

I collapsed onto a chair, "Well that was fun. I don't think the Commodore and I can ever be friends."

"You kept dinner interesting," Will said.

Elizabeth nodded, "The Commodore needs to loosen up, you'd probably have more fun with the dead than that man. At least you weren't engaged to him."

My eyes went wide, "You and the Commodore were engaged? Eww. I hope he doesn't get any ideas to propose to me next. Awkward. Why did you agree to marry him anyway?"

"To save Will from Barbossa."

"And then after the whole defeating the pirates, coming back here and saving Jack I told Elizabeth I loved her. I wish I had told her that sooner."

"Well the point is you did. Now excuse me while I go hurl at all this lovey-doveyness."

To which Elizabeth responded with, "You're only jealous because you haven't told a certain pirate captain your feelings."

I waved a hand in the air dismissing the notion, "Meh. Feelings are overrated."

"Is it that hard to admit you're in love? Jack and you are a stubborn pair. Will you ever tell him?"

I shrugged, "Maybe I'll take it to my grave, maybe I'll put it in a bottle and throw it in the ocean, maybe I'll tell him but not now."

"Why not?" Will asked, "What's holding you back?"

"I know he's going to leave soon Will. I overheard you and Jack talking about leaving me here."

"All the more reason for you to tell him! He might change his mind. Gwyn, he loves you. He really does. Please talk to him."

I will give them points for persistence. I shook my head, "I can't."

Elizabeth stares at me, "So you're just going to give up the man you love without a fight? Gwyn how can you turn your back on love? I know you said you hate sappy romance stories and movies but deep down you like them. "

I changed the subject, "Are you staying here with Will, in this time?"

Elizabeth looked at Will, I could see how much she loved him, "Yes," she said with certainty in her voice.

I nodded and walked away. That's why I couldn't tell Jack I loved him. My mind and heart were in disagreement and I hadn't decided yet. It wouldn't be fair of me to tell Jack that I love him if I decide to go home.

Besides what kind of life would I lead here? I can't imagine a place here in Port Royal. I would only intrude on Will and Elizabeth's hospitality. I'd be a third wheel, which I hate.

I felt drained from dealing with the Commodore, Elizabeth and Will. So I walked outside of Elizabeth's house. I wouldn't be out here long as I walked around, no just for a few minutes sitting in the sand, staring at the ocean and thinking. If I was gone too long they'd notice.

Unfortunately that didn't work out for me. The last thing I remember was walking down a street and getting hit upside the head before blacking out.

(Melphis: But wait there's more!)

I let out a moan. I was lying on the floor in the brig of a ship. I have a knack for being behind bars. This never happened back home. I sat up trying to ignore the throbbing in my head as I looked around. There wasn't much to see, nothing that could tell me anything about the ship I was on.

I heard footsteps and laid my head back down on the floor and pretended to be asleep. The footsteps stopped in front of my cell. I didn't know what this person was doing until I heard the cell door being opened.

A man spoke, his tone of voice held some amusement to it, "I know you're not asleep. We can have this conversation down here; it makes no difference to me. My men tell me you fought against them decently in Tortuga, one of them has a black eye to prove it."

I didn't turn to face him but I spoke, "You sound too proper to be a pirate."

"So what is your name or shall I stick to the one my men picked out? Sparrow's Little Whore was it?"

"It's Gwyn and I'm no one's whore!" I hissed, sitting up to stare at this man.

This man had long black hair pulled back into a ponytail. He was clean cut and wore a long sleeved white shirt and black pants. He didn't look like much of a pirate but I wouldn't let my guard down. He had such pretty green eyes that seemed to watch me intently.

"I'm Leslie Wyler, the captain of this ship, the Destiny Hunter. Trust me Gwyn if I wanted you dead, you'd have died in Tortuga so you have nothing to fear. Follow me."

I eyed Leslie wearily but got up and followed him. He led me to his room, where he motioned for me to take a seat. I remained standing with my arms crossed over my chest. He ignored me and took a seat at his desk.

"What do you want with me?" I asked breaking the silence.

"What my men told you in Tortuga, Jack's medallion. My men mentioned that you looked quite affable with him. Since it seemed you didn't have the medallion on you our next move was to grab you and force Jack to give it to us."

Ok, makes sense, "I'm bait. But I think you're wrong. Jack won't come for me. Why should he? I'm a woman he barely knows and there's nothing in it for him."

"He loves you," it was more of a statement than a question the way he said it, "He saved your life."

I didn't answer instead I asked, "Why do you want his medallion anyway?"

"Neither of us are from this time or place. That medallion is the key to a portal on an island that appears once every hundred years. If I could get back to the present and bring some of the technology back here, just imagine it."

Power trip anyone? A bit cliché though don't you think? If we're going by cliché types I'm the damsel in distress. Joy.

"So you want to be the bad ass of the Caribbean? You don't know how long the portal will stay open and it might even be a one-way trip."

Leslie grinned, "That's where you come in my dear."

I flinched.

"Can I trust you to stay here and behave? I won't stand for insolence! Instead I'll make you suffer; perhaps to the point you'll wish I'd kill you instead. Are we clear?"

I didn't doubt his words. Meekly I nodded. What could I do on a ship anyway? For all I knew we could be far from land. So I have no choice except to behave until I see my chance.

Leslie left the cabin without a glance or word to me. I'm terrified. Is anybody coming for me? Will Jack come for me?

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