Once A Pirate, Always A Pirate
'The apple never falls far from the tree'
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Disney characters in this fiction, if I did I'd be out sailing the seven seas with them. I own all of the characters you don't recognise. I earn nothing out of this; it's just a hobby.
Chapter Two – Unpleasant Conditions
Lieutenant Edward Winsor sat at his oak desk extremely pleased with himself. After four long years he had finally come up with a plan with no loopholes, no way of it failing and an absolute guarantee that it will succeed. This plan, this plan he had thought up over the years was brilliant in his eyes. He finally found a way to get revenge on one Kate Sparrow, the girl who made a fool out of him in front of the entire company and almost the entire port. This girl bruised his ego significantly. Over the years Winsor did look for her, he almost caught her for that matter, but with this plan. With this idea he knew he had struck gold.
As Winsor confidently read through his papers and studied his maps his office door opened with a crash and predictably, to Winsor, walked in the one and only Mr William Turner.
"Where is she?" he demanded. Predictably.
"Ah, Mr Turner. I've been expecting you." Winsor said coolly, not looking up at him.
"Where is she?" he repeated.
"Relax, Mr Turner, she's in a safe place. Please, take a seat." Winsor pointed to the chair on the opposite side of his desk, still not even looking up.
"A safe place is at home with her family" Will yelled, "Return her to me or I swear I'll kill you" by now Will had a pistol aimed at Winsor's head.
Winsor looked up briefly but returned to his work, his green eyes scanned the letters of mark and documents that were neatly placed across his desk. "Mr Turner, if you wish to kill me there will be no need for my men to keep little Miss Turner and they will simply throw her out on the streets and who knows what will happen to her there." Winsor lazily drawled.
Will glared hard at the man who stole his daughter from him. He squeezed the pistol tightly in his hand making his fingers go red and his knuckles go white. He wanted to shoot Winsor for even daring to enter his home without invitation let alone the fact he took his daughter while doing so.
"Mr Turner. Put the pistol down, don't make me call for my men" Winsor looked up at him again, this time in warning.
"The only courage you have is to call for your men" Will spat before replacing his pistol back in its holster.
"It's wise not to anger me, Mr Turner" Winsor almost growled. "I can just as easily kill your daughter as I did take her"
Will's teeth clenched and he almost jumped over the desk and griped that coward's neck right then and there. He clenched his fists in an attempt to calm himself but he continued to glare at the blonde headed coward across from him. "What do I have to do to get her back?"
"Much better" Winsor mocked, "All you have to do is bring me Katherine Sparrow. Simple" he stated clasping his hands casually over his papers and maps.
"That's it?"
"That's it" Winsor nodded.
"What will you do to her?" Will raised his brow, crinkling his forehead.
"Miss Sparrow?" Will nodded, "I will kill her" he stated bluntly, "But I know your daughter is much more important than that dirty Sparrow." Winsor left a pause, probably for dramatic affect. A slow smirk strung across his face and he spoke again "But you did risk quite a bit on her. I'm surprised you're not locked away waiting for the gallows now, you're a lucky man"
Silence filled the room again. Will stood in disbelief; he was torn between two impossible choices. He didn't want his only child to die but he sure as hell didn't want to send an innocent young woman, well… not-so-innocent young woman, but friend nonetheless, to her death.
"I suppose the question is, Mr Turner: which Katherine do you want to live and which Katherine do you want to die?" he smirked, that same smirk that made Will want to shoot it right off his face. "Whatever your decision, one will die in two weeks. You may leave," he added.
An officer grabbed Will's shoulders from behind and led him out of the room as he stared at a smirking Lieutenant Winsor. Ah, yes. Everything was indeed going to Winsor's plan.
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"…And really bad eggs" the ever so drunk Jack Sparrow mumbled as he wondered the streets of Tortuga. His pace as always was erratic and sluggish and his hand as always was accompanied by a bottle of rum. "Drink up me hearties, yo-ho" he burped out the last line and chuckled at his 'amusing' body function.
Jack downed the rest of the bottle and threw it to the side, causing a smash and another belch from the Captain. He still stumbled along the street as he let his eyes fall upon signs to figure his next destination. In other words he was looking for another pub to get more rum from. Finally he read 'The Five Anchors' off of an iron sign that hung above an open door to what could only be described as a pub.
"Come along lads!" Jack said to no one as he grinned, flashing his gold teeth.
He trudged into 'The Five Anchors' and gazed about the place noticing some familiar faces and some he had never seen before. He quickened his pace as he walked to the bar and simply stated 'rum' to the barman. When he received his order he made his way over to a table occupied by a young man and woman.
"'Ello darlin'" Jack grinned after he sat at the table.
"Hiya Jack" Kate nodded to her father.
"Bloody good to see ya again, Cap'n Sparrow" Theo reached his hand over the table to shake Jacks. Jack peered down at the hand but made no move to shake, Theo took his hand back after a moment and continued to nurse his goblet of rum.
"How long 'ave ye both been here?" Jack asked his daughter.
"Dunno" Kate shrugged, "Oh! I almost forgot" she chirped.
"What?" Jack twisted his face in curiosity.
Kate turned properly to her father and smirked widely.
"A message from Scarlet" she continued to smirk.
"Scarlet?" Jack asked confused but then it clicked, "Nah, no, no darlin'-" his appeal was interrupted with a smack that was swiftly struck across his face causing his head to turn to the side.
"Before ya say anythin' ye do deserve that. Accordin' to Scarlet anyways" Kate grinned, pointing a finger at her father. "Oh and she also said somethin' along the lines of never seeing ya again"
"What?" Jack asked dumbfounded. "I'll talk to her and it'll be different" Jack grinned and gulped down some rum as Kate rolled her eyes.
"Yur ego shows no limits doesn't it, Jack?" a new voice stated.
"Ana! Care to join us!" Jack offered drunkenly.
"Aye, why not?" she nodded and sat between Jack and Kate, "An' don't call me that" she pointed an authoritativefinger at Jack who looked at her in what appeared to be hurt. "So what are we doin' here? Drinkin'?"
"Aye" Jack grunted.
"Theo and me were just catchin' up" Kate motioned to Theo with a thumb.
"Oh" Anamaria nodded knowingly. "And how are ye, Theo?"
"Great, docked 'ere the other night. Thinkin' of stayin' a bit longer than planned" he nodded and gulped down some rum.
"I told Theo he could come with us if he had to" Kate smiled lightly.
"What?" Jack turned to his daughter.
"Well if he has no way out of Tortuga surely he can come with us, Jack" Anamaria butt in.
"'S'all right Ana, I got it" Kate nodded to the other female at the small wooden table, "Theo can take passage with us if he wishes. He's a mate."
"A mate, 'ey?" Jack almost grinned but stopped himself.
"Aye a mate, Jack" Kate looked at him heatedly.
"Alright. Mr Watson can take passage with us if he wishes" Jack recited as if he were a child.
"Good" Kate nodded to her father as if she were the parent.
"I'm off to find Scarlet" Jack greedily downed the rest of his rum and left the table, leaving Kate and Anamaria to shake their heads at his always strange and immature behaviour.
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The hoofs of Will's horse pounded down the cobblestone streets of Port Royal. Normally a simple trot would suit Will just fine but a swift, heavy gallop was on his mind and Gunpowder, his grey companion, wasn't all too happy about that. As Will dashed through the late night he did not notice that very few windows were illuminated nor the fact that some of the street lamps had blown out in the nights wind. All Will noticed was that he was getting closer and closer to home.
He thought of his rage towards that arrogant bastard Winsor and the way he smirked at Will's attempts to win his child back. The gate and front garden to his home came to view now and Will pushed Gunpowder further with a grunted "C'mon, boy." The house was now in full view, the fence a few yards away and Will gave no indication for Gunpowder to stop but he did give indication to go faster. The horse galloped faster. It's hoofs crashed into the ground. Within a split second Gunpowder had lifted himself into the air and cleared the wooden fence easily. They came to a halt no less than ten feet from the door and with a quick tousle of the dark grey mane as a thanks Will jumped off his horse and ran straight into the house.
As Will walked through the house he dropped the cutlass he had on his belt and threw the pistol onto an armchair. He needed better weapons His pace quickened as he reached the study where cutlasses, pistols and muskets were mounted on the walls, hidden in desks and behind the bookcase. Will was always prepared now. The room had a small bookcase on the wall opposite the door, a desk in front of that with a chair behind it and a few armchairs and a smaller table, which was closer to the door.
Will grabbed a shining sword with matching shining cross-guard, counterguards and pommel and a dark blue grip he attached it to his belt and moved to the back wall. He stood at the small bookcase behind the desk and pulled out a few books on the second shelf on the left hand side, behind them was a small dagger that was also then attached to his belt. He left the bookshelf; books scattered on the ground and turned to the desk. He pushed the chair out of the way and pulled the draw clean out of the desk. With the draw now resting on the tabletop he pushed the bottom of the draw down at the back and a section of wood became loose, under that was a pistol in a holster, which he again added to his belt.
"Will!" Elizabeth's voice called him from the door. "Where is she?" Will strode across the room and held his young wife in his arms. "Where is she, Will?" Elizabeth asked desperately.
"She's with Winsor" Will told her and kissed her temple. "I'll get her back,"
"I know." Elizabeth nodded quietly.
"I have to leave. To find Jack and Kate" Will suddenly stated.
Silence.
"You'll have to stay. Just in case…"
Silence twisted around the two. Both too afraid of what may happen to their only daughter.
"Did Winsor say what he wanted?" Elizabeth asked. "Why did he mention Kate Sparrow before?"
"He just said he wants Kate here" Will nodded, still holding his wife.
"Did he say why? Or what he would do to her?"
"No." Will lied. "But I'll bring her back, Kate will understand it's for Katherine."
"Will she?" Elizabeth gripped Will's sleeves.
After a pause Will spoke again. "We've helped her once before. She will return the favour."
Again Silence.
Through the silence Will's mind again drifted to the conditions. His daughter's life for a friends' life. Will had to get Katie back. He knew he had to. He would use all his being to get her back.
Through the terrible emotional state he was in Will decided irrationally that he would get Kate back. No matter what. Even if that meant someone else would die.
"I'll be waiting for you" Elizabeth finally said.
"And I'll return to you" Will nodded and kissed her forehead.
He turned slowly and walked out of the study, through the front room and out the open door to where Gunpowder stood eating some hay that was scattered on the garden. He stroked Gunpowder's neck and mane whispering for him to stay and be a good boy before he ran down the garden towards the docks.
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Apologies to all! I'm so sorry it took so long!! Please forgive me.
Anyway. The second instalment! I hoped you enjoyed it. It was extremely difficult to write.
Thanks to writestyle and Woopsy for their comments/reviews.
Everyone have a good day/night.