Chapter 5: The Fight
A/N: Here's Chapter five! I own nothing but Lord Anderson. Please Enjoy! On with the story! Oh, and a new character joins the story. Yay!
Aboard the Crimson Rose, Lord James Anderson smiled to himself. If things went according to plan, he'd have Michelle and be back in Port Royal in no time. Lieutenant Groves approached him. "Orders, sir?" he asked. "Keep her straight and steady, and prepare a cell for our little guest." Lord Anderson replied. Groves nodded and hurried away. Lord Anderson breathed in deep. "Soon, my revenge will be complete." He thought, smiling once more.
Meanwhile, on the Pearl, everyone was busy, except Michelle. She had obeyed Willy's instructions and stayed by Jack. She was staring at the sea, emotions awhirl. "Why me?" she asked herself quietly. Suddenly, she felt her cheek, and found it wet with tears. Quickly, Michelle wiped them away. "No, I will not cry, I must be brave." She thought, and with that, she straightened up and took a deep breath. Then, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Jack, "It's okay to be afraid, lass." He told her quietly. Michelle nodded and once again, faced the sea.
Slowly, the Crimson Rose came into view. Everyone on the Pearl waited until the ships were side by side. Will, Elizabeth, and Willy stood beside Michelle, determined to protect her. Lord Anderson strode to the rail of his ship, and looked directly at Michelle. Upon seeing his icy blue eyes, she forgot all about being brave and began to tremble. Both Will and Willy saw this and took her hand. She smiled at both of them and felt brave again.
Lord Anderson spoke, his voice sharp as a whip. "Let's make this easy, shall we?" "Give me the girl and no harm will come to her." Will stepped forward, his eyes ablaze with anger. "If you want my daughter, you'll have to go through me first." He answered. Willy and Elizabeth joined him, surrounding Michelle protectively. "And us." They said in unison. "Us too." said Jack and Gibbs, now joining them. Gibbs looked right at Anderson. "You harmed Michelle, now you'll be harmed." He stated.
Lord Anderson looked at them angrily. "Then, you leave me no other choice." He snarled. "Run out the guns!" he shouted to a nearby soldier, who quickly obeyed him. Then, he beckoned five soldiers over and whispered instructions. "When I give the word to fire, swing over and grab the little girl. Cut down anyone in your path." They nodded in understanding.
Aboard the Pearl, the guns had been run out and everyone stood, ready to fight. Willy looked at Michelle. "When I say so, run down to the brig and stay there until I come get you." She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her by putting a finger on her lips. "Trust me." He whispered. Michelle saw no point in arguing, so she nodded.
Lord Anderson stared at Will. "Last chance, Turner, surrender your daughter and no harm will come to her." He smirked. Will stood tall, his dark brown curls tied back in a pony, his chocolate brown eyes ablaze with courage, bravery, but most of all, anger. Michelle gazed at him in amazement. "Papa's braver and more loyal than any EITC soldier." She thought. Will stared back at Lord Anderson. "Never." He replied, whipping out his sword. Everyone else followed suit.
"Very well, then." Lord Anderson stated. Raising their swords high, they shouted, "Fire!" Suddenly, the deafening boom of cannons came from both ships.
The next few moments were a blur. Not needing a word from Willy, Michelle turned and ran to the brig. Unfortunately, the five soldiers had swung over and saw her heading down the stairs. Quickly, they rushed for the stairs. Willy, being the smart and quick lad that he was, saw this and blocked one of the soldiers. He was joined moments later by Jack and Will. They began to fight. Among the fighting, no one noticed two soldiers run towards the brig stairs. However, the two didn't get far before a sword blocked their path. They looked up and came face – to – face with a very angry Elizabeth Turner, her hazel eyes aflame.
"You go near my daughter, and I swear you'll regret it." She hissed in a very low voice. The soldiers just smirked, clearly unaware of her sword training. Before one of them knew it though, he was locked in combat with the Pirate King. The remaining soldier took the chance and dove for the stairs, falling and crashing to the deck. Quickly standing, he ran down the steps to the brig.
Down in the brig, Michelle sat in a corner and listened to the fighting. With every cannon blast, her fear heightened. Suddenly, it got really quiet. "Maybe the EITC gave up." She thought. Unknown to her, a soldier sat in the shadows, a cruel smirk on his lips. Standing up, Michelle walked towards the brig stairs. Just as she approached the first step, she felt an intense, blinding pain in her arm. A deep, angry voice in her ear whispered, "Come along, little miss, Lord Anderson is expecting you." She struggled against him, but to no avail. Then, a cloth was placed over her mouth and everything went black.
Up on deck, all hell had broken loose. More soldiers had swung over and the crew was kicking butt. Elizabeth, having finished off her first opponent, had taken on two more. She moved lighting fast, blocking each blow with ease. Her opponents were stunned. They were being beat by a woman! Will, Jack, and Willy were also doing well. The threesome stood back- to- back, surrounded by soldiers. With a simple nod from Will, they ran, head on, into the massive horde, sparing no one. Soon, there were only four soldiers left, and they retreated back to the Crimson Rose.
A burst of victorious cheers rose from the Pearl. Lord Anderson appeared on deck of the Crimson Rose, smirking. "I wouldn't be cheering if I were you. I have something of yours." With a wave of his hand, he beckoned a soldier forward. Quickly, the cheering stopped and a dead silence settled as a figure was shoved forward. There stood Michelle, her hands bound and her eyes full of tears and fear. Elizabeth paled and she stifled a scream. Will glared angrily at Lord Anderson. Jack stood there, stunned into silence. Willy, full of rage, ran to the rail. "You harm one hair on her head and I'll kill you with my bare hands!" he threatened. Quick as a flash, Lord Anderson whipped out a pistol and put it to Michelle's head. Everyone tensed. "If you come one step closer, I will shoot her without hesitation." Lord Anderson promised. Willy backed down, his eyes full of fury. Lord Anderson smiled victoriously. "I'll give you five minutes to say goodbye." He mocked.
He beckoned to a guard, who lowered the walking plank and escorted Michelle to the deck of the Pearl. She ran across and flung herself into Willy's arms. "I sorry, Willy, I love you." She sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. He hugged her tight. "Shh, it's okay." He whispered, reassuringly. Michelle let go and went to her mother. "I'm so sorry, Mama." She cried as she fell into Elizabeth's arms. Overcome with emotion, Elizabeth just held her, not wanting to let go. Before she let go, Elizabeth sang her a song. "I love you, my little ray of sunshine." She whispered to Michelle, when she finished. Next, Michelle went over to Will. He held his arms out, and unable to speak, she collapsed into them, sobbing. "I'm so sorry, Papa." She cried. "Don't leave me with him, please." He gently rubbed her back. "Don't worry, we'll rescue you, I promise." He said in deep, soothing voice. "Remember; keep a weather eye on the horizon." He said, and she nodded.
Finally, Michelle went to Jack. "I'm sorry, Uncle Jack. You told me to be a good pirate, and I failed." She whispered, ashamed. "I've disgraced the Turner name." Jack looked at her, astonished. He lifted her chin up. "Listen to me, lass." He said, his eyes staring into hers. "You haven't disgraced nothin', you have a good heart, and that's all that matters, pirate or not. Savvy?" he finished, and she nodded, her fear fading. She hugged him and he hugged her back. "I love you, Uncle Jack." Michelle said, letting go. Then, surprisingly, he pulled her back into his arms. Feeling overwhelmed her, and she began to cry again. "Be brave Michelle, I love you more than you know." Jack whispered, tears in his chocolate brown eyes. "I'll be brave, I promise." She said, backing away. Then, drying her tears, bravery filling her up, she walked back to the Crimson Rose. Once boarded, she looked over and waved.
Just as she was going to the brig, Lord Anderson appeared. "Ah, ah, not so fast." He told her, grinning maliciously. Two guards appeared and took her and put her up against the mast. Then, they tied her hands so she wouldn't run away. From behind his back, Lord Anderson brought out a whip. This time, Will rushed forward. He knew what the sting of a whip was like and he would not watch his daughter being harmed with one. " Anderson, I swear, if you go near my daughter with that, you'll be sorry." Lord Anderson smirked. "It's too late, Turner. I gave you a chance to surrender, and you didn't. Now she will pay for your insolence." He said, hissing. Without another word, the back of Michelle's dress was torn open and the punishment began.
He brought down the whip with tremendous force. Michelle cried out as the whip came down on her back, cutting into her tender skin. Pain like a burning fire ran through her. Again and again, the whip came down, each bring more pain than the last. By ten lashes, Michelle was crying with pain and could barely stand. On the Pearl, everyone watched with horror. It all became too much for Elizabeth. "Please stop, leave her alone!" she pleaded, sobbing. When he did not stop, she collapsed, unable to stand, let alone watch. Will quickly caught her as she fell, and held her as she cried. Willy and Jack watched, their hatred for Lord Anderson growing every second. Back on the Crimson Rose, the punishment continued. Suddenly, the voice of a young soldier named Jonathan McCall broke the silence. Jonathan was a tall young man of twenty- two, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a kind smile. With fury in his voice, he approached Lord Anderson. "Sir, are you completely insane?" he asked, angrily. "Look at her, she's just a child! What did she do to deserve such treatment?" Walking to the mast, he approached Michelle, and untied her wrists. Unable to stand, she fell into the soldier's arms, her back covered in blood.
Being careful not to touch her back, Jonathan picked her up, and faced Lord Anderson. "I'm taking her below and caring for her." He stated. He looked at Will, Elizabeth, Jack, and Willy aboard the Pearl. Elizabeth mouthed 'thank you', and Will nodded his appreciation. Willy and Jack both nodded with thanks. Jonathan returned the nods. Then, he turned and headed down to the brig.
Lord Anderson stood there, astounded. A soldier had defied orders! He quickly began to shout orders. "Stow the guns! Set course back to Port Royal." He ordered. And soon the Crimson Rose was sailing away. Lord Anderson looked at Will. "Until we meet again, Turner." He smirked. He then turned and went to his quarters. On the Pearl, everyone started to prepare to sail. Willy turned away from the rail, distraught, and without a word to anyone, ran to his room. Jack returned to the wheel. Elizabeth, after assuring Will she was alright, went down below deck. Will stayed on deck, his angry thoughts swirling in his mind. Just as he went to check on Elizabeth, he looked in on Willy. What he saw broke his heart. There was Willy, curled up on Michelle's bed, crying his heart out. Quietly, he entered the room and sat on the end of the bed. "Willy." He said his son's name softly. Willy looked at Will, tears in his eyes. "I promised to always protect her." He whispered. "I promised her, Dad, and I broke my promise." Without a word, Will hugged him and Willy cried on his shoulder.
Back on the Crimson Rose, Jonathan had taken Michelle to the brig. Using a rag and a bowl of warm water, he began to clean her back. Michelle winced as he cleaned the deep, red, angry cuts on her back. Finally, he finished, and helped her sit up. "Thank you for saving me." She said, feeling rather shy. Jonathan smiled, his blue eyes lighting up at the sight of such a sweet little girl. "You didn't deserve what happened to you." He responded gently. A quiet silence followed. "I'm Jonathan McCall." He said, changing the subject. "I'm Michelle Turner." She answered, happy to know his name. A low rumble came from Michelle's stomach. Jonathan chuckled softly. "Are you hungry?" he asked, smiling. She nodded. He stood up. "I'll be right back." He said, and disappeared. Michelle sat there, her thoughts racing. She had been kidnapped! "I miss them all so much." She thought, a tear running down her cheek. A moment later, Jonathan returned with a tray of food. He saw Michelle's distress and went over. "You miss them, don't you?" he asked, setting down the tray. She nodded. "I want to go home." She said quietly. "Michelle, listen to me." Jonathan said. "I will get you back to your family, I swear." Michelle looked at him, filled with hope. "Really?" she asked, and he nodded. She threw her arms around him in a hug, which he returned. "Time to eat." He told her, giving her the tray, which she quickly consumed.
While she ate, they talked. She told Jonathan all about her family, including some of Jack's crazy adventures. In turn, Jonathan told her all about his childhood in England. He told her about his own family and the wonderful summer adventures they had. Michelle listened eagerly, for Elizabeth had told her stories of her childhood in England, before she moved to Port Royal. Michelle had laid awake at night, imaging the wonderful garden tea parties her mother told her all about, and she had always wanted to go there. Soon, Michelle began to get sleepy.
Jonathan saw this and said quietly, "Time for bed." Michelle nodded. Quietly, she crawled over to a corner and collapsed, exhausted. "Good night, Jonathan" she whispered softly. He smiled. "Good night, Michelle" he replied. Then, he turned and went up on deck, leaving her to a deep sleep.
A/N: There ya go! Sorry it took me so long to update. Stupid school! Hope you enjoyed it! See you at the next chapter! Please review(it'll make me update faster)!