Chapter 3: A Visit to Port Royal
It was a bright and sunny day as the Turner family walked on the beach toward the docks. Michelle was walking ahead with Willy, her small hand tightly grasped in his. Will and Elizabeth walked behind, looking on proudly. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me." Willy and Michelle sang together. Suddenly, Michelle gave a squeal. "There's Uncle Jack's ship!" she shouted happily, as the Black Pearl came into view. She let go of Willy's hand, and raced ahead. Willy smiled at her as his parents caught up. "She's so eager to go on this trip." he said, with a chuckle. Will and Elizabeth nodded. This was their first trip to Port Royal in several years, and they were ready to return.
The choice to return hadn't been easy. Will had wanted to stay, and Elizabeth had wanted to go. After a lot of discussion, Elizabeth got her way, and they prepared for the long journey. A shout of joy brought them back to the present, as they neared the Black Pearl. Jack had come off the ship, just as Willy and Michelle ran to meet him. Michelle had flung herself into his arms and Jack wrapped her in a big bear hug. Jack then shook Willy's hand and greeted Will and Elizabeth. " 'Ello, mates." he said, flashing them a toothy grin. "It's so good to see you, Jack." Elizabeth answered, giving him a hug.
"Aye, that it is," Will agreed, smiling. "how ya been, mate?" he asked, shaking Jack's hand. "Well as can be expected," he answered, as they boarded the ship. "Had a problem a few months back though." Will looked at him, puzzled. "What happened?" he asked, as he helped Elizabeth move trunks of their belongings onto the deck. "Bloody crew drank all my rum." Jack answered, causing both Will and Elizabeth to laugh. "Hey Uncle Jack," Willy called to his uncle. "Where's Gibbs and the crew?" "They're coming, lad." Jack answered. "Look, there they are now." Michelle said, jumping up and down with excitement. Sure enough, Gibbs and the crew were walking toward the ship, carrying supplies. Once everyone and everything got settled in, they set sail for Port Royal.
"So, Jack," Will asked him a couple nights later, after the children had gone to bed. "Have you been to Port Royal lately?" Jack to a swig of rum, and nodded. "I've got to tell ya, lad," he said, his face grim. "It's not pretty." Will nodded and he continued. "They've got this new lord, James Anderson and he's worse than Beckett." Jack took another swig before going on. "Guards everywhere, destroying everything." He then turned to Elizabeth, who was sitting next to Will, holding his hand. "I hate to tell you this, love." He said softly, "but he blew up your father's mansion with everything inside." This startled Elizabeth, and she became very angry. "He will pay, I swear it." She said through gritted teeth.
The next morning, they docked in Port Royal, and it was worse than Jack had said. Guards swarmed the streets on patrol. Will thought it was best to keep their things on the Pearl, and everyone agreed. Before they left, Will talked to Michelle. "Now Michelle, it's dangerous here, so stay close and hold Willy's hand, can you do that?" Michelle nodded and whispered in a quiet voice, "I'm scared, Papa." Will enclosed his small daughter in a hug. "I know, sweetheart, I am too." He whispered in a soothing voice. She took Willy's hand, and along with Jack, Will and Elizabeth they went into the city.
Meanwhile, at the fort, Lord James Anderson sat in his office, deep in thought. The door swung open, and Lieutenant Groves came in. "Sir, the Black Pearl just docked and the Turners along with Jack Sparrow came off." Lord Anderson smiled slyly. "Extend them an invitation, would you?" Groves nodded and left. "Excellent, now I will have my revenge." He whispered.
The Turners and Jack walked the roads in silence, Will keeping his arm protectively around Elizabeth and Willy holding tightly onto Michelle's hand. Michelle looked around with an expressionless face, fear welling up inside her. Redcoats were everywhere, shouting orders. One house they passed, a family was being forced out. A girl about Michelle's age stood looking ragged and upset. Michelle gave a small gasp and tightened her grasp on her brother's hand. Two guards stopped them and one spoke. "William Turner, Lord Anderson requests to see you and your family, along with Jack Sparrow." "Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack corrected. "Follow us, please." The guard ordered, and they obeyed, Michelle now more afraid than before.
They were led into a small room that had been Beckett's. Will remembered the room well. They were motioned into chairs, Will next to Elizabeth and Willy next to Michelle. Jack took the chair on the other side of Michelle. He could feel the little girl trembling with fear, but trying to be brave. "It's okay, lass." He whispered, and she smiled at him with a "thank you" look. The door opened, and Lord Anderson entered. He was a tall man with jet black hair pulled back and icy cold blue eyes. "So, this is the famous Captain Turners and Captain Jack Sparrow." He stated, his voice cold as steel. He then spotted Michelle and Willy. "And they have children." He sneered, a cruel smile on his face.
He turned back to Will. "I brought you here so you can tell me how to bind Calypso." He stated coldly. Before Will could respond, his son spoke up. "We will never tell you how to bind her, Anderson." Willy said, defiantly. "Really, well than perhaps a little persuasion, hmm?" The tone of his voice made their skin crawl. This was not going to end well.
He approached Michelle, "What's your name." he asked. "Michelle Turner, sir." She answered with bravery in her voice. "Michelle, I want show you something, come with me." Michelle looked at her parents, who nodded. She followed Lord Anderson to the window. "Look out there, and tell me what you think." He told her. She looked. Redcoats were swarming the docks, shouting orders and pushing people. One soldier hit a man with his rifle. Michelle looked at Lord Anderson. "I hate it," she stated. "It's horrible."
He sneered at her. "What do you think of me?" he asked. "I think you're a horrible, cruel man, no better than Cutler Beckett!" she shrieked, her anger and fear finally spilling over. In her chair, Elizabeth had begun to wring her hands, nervous. "Will, what is he going to do?" she asked, frightened for their daughter. "I don't know, but it can't be good." He answered, fear in his deep voice. Willy and Jack didn't say anything. Their eyes were on Lord Anderson, ready to bolt if he touched Michelle.
Michelle's answer caught Lord Anderson off guard for a moment. Then his expression got angry and he slapped her across the face. He struck her with such force that she fell to the ground. Her head struck the ground, knocking her unconscious. Instantly, Will, Willy, and Jack stood, about to bolt when bayonets pointed towards them, forcing them to sit. "How dare you touch my sister!" Willy shouted at him. "She is no better than any of you," He stated, emotionless. "Good day to you all." He turned and left, followed by the guards. The moment they were gone, Willy stood and went to his sister. "Michelle." He said softly, stroking her cheek. It was bright red. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open and she came to. Without a word, she crawled into Willy's arms, and sobbed uncontrollably.
"It's okay Michelle, I'm here." He whispered, rocking her gently in his arms. Elizabeth went over and began to sing to her crying daughter. Meanwhile, Jack and Will sat, to furious to speak. They both couldn't believe what Lord Anderson had done. "He will pay for harming her, I swear." Will said to Jack. "Aye, that he will." Jack agreed. The room had become quiet. Michelle, along with Willy's rocking and her mother's singing, had become quiet and now was fast asleep in Willy's arms, sucking her thumb. He smiled at his sister's sleeping form.
"Let's get back to the Pearl." Jack said, and they all nodded. As they left the room Willy spoke. "He will pay for this." He said, angrily. Leaving the room, the group went back to their ship and left Port Royal.
In his office, Lord Anderson watched them go. "Follow them and tell me where they live." He ordered two guards who were nearby. The obeyed him and left quickly. "It's not over, Turner, not by a long shot." He whispered quietly, a cruel smile on his lips and a plan formulating in his head.
A/N: Uh oh! What is Lord Anderson going to do? I know, but you'll have to wait! I have a question: Should there be a swordfight in the next chapter? Review and tell me! P.S. Thanks to all my reader and reviewers. You rock!