Chapter Three: Turner Trouble

Elizabeth had gone downstairs to look for her husband. Will wasn't to be found anywhere in the house. She had just stepped out of the back door, into the back yard, when someone grabbed her from behind. Elizabeth shrieked in fear. Before she could say anything, the man that was holding her put a gag on her mouth. She tried to move with all her strength, but it was useless; he was stronger than her. When she concluded that fighting wouldn't work, she started to think about her daughter, and whether or not she was safe, if Will was with her, or if someone else had done any harm to them. She was also thinking about her unborn child.

"If Sparrow doesn't come for his little pirate wench, maybe he'll come for you instead, poppet," the stranger hissed in Elizabeth's ear.

She tried to speak, but was unable to, thanks to the gag she had around her mouth.

"Shh…there's no time for talk now," said the man, "maybe later. Right now, we have to go for a little trip."

Meanwhile, behind the woodpile, Will was just coming to. He had been hit over the head and knocked out. He realized what had happened to him and he got up from the ground, calling for his wife and daughter.

"Elizabeth!!! Please answer me!! Elizabeth!!" Desperation was present in his voice.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Alyssa called from the back door.

"Thank God."

"Daddy, we have to go!" the girl was almost screaming.

"Where to? Have you seen something? Where is your mother?"

As an answer, the girl just nodded while trying to drag her father.

"So tell me!"

"I decided to write a letter to Uncle Jack, telling him 'bout my dream, so I was gonna ask Nice to write for me." Nice was their maid, whom Alyssa was very attached to. "When I was in Nice's room, I saw from the window, a man dressed in black…" At this moment the girl started to cry.

Will hugged his daughter.

"Where is Nice, baby? She will tell me exactly what you saw."

"She ran to the Comm'dore's house. She said he will help us."

"The Commodore?? Hell!"

"Anamaria! Wake up, please! Please!"

Elizabeth was very afraid of the whole situation. She was kidnapped and put in the brig of a ship with Anamaria; a woman she hadn't seen in a very long time. Anamaria was unconscious since Elizabeth had been in the ship. She also noticed that the pirate had bandages on her and could see large amounts of blood. She knew that Jack had some kind of feelings for her, so this was all connected to Jack's enemies. She could remember the man saying something about Jack and his "wench".

"God help us," Elizabeth prayed while trying to stop Anamaria's bleeding.

Back at the Turner residence, Will tried to get Alyssa to go back to sleep.

"I want Mummy," whined Alyssa.

"I know you do," said Will, "but she's not here right now, and you really need to sleep. It's really late."

"I'm scared, Daddy."

Will hugged his young daughter close.

"I know, but the bad man is gone now. He can't hurt you, sweetheart."

When Will finally got Alyssa to sleep, there was an urgent knock on the front door. Will answered. It was Commodore Norrington and Nice.

"Commodore, come in," said Will, opening the door wider.

"Hello Mr. Turner! Your maid told me something about a kidnapping. Is that true? She seamed a bit out of her mind," Norrington said, while looking more around inside the house.

"Yes, those are the facts. Elizabeth was kidnapped by a man," Will said very uncomfortable; he was asking for help for the man he hated most in Port Royal.

"Maybe it was nothing; maybe it was only your cousin JACK," Norrington said with his voice full of irony.

That made Will's blood boil.

"With all due respect, Commodore, you don't know what I'm going through. I was hit in the head; my wife was kidnapped, and thankfully, my daughter is safe in her room for God knows how long. So, if you aren't going to help me, I shall ask you to leave my house." Will was out of his mind.

"Pardon me, William Turner, you know that I care for Miss Swann… "

"Mrs. Turner," Will said, correcting Norrington.

"Mrs. Turner. I really do care for her and I already put some men on the street to collect information. As soon as they arrive I'll contact you."

"Thank you, Commodore. I really do appreciate the help, but I'm just so overwhelmed at the moment," apologized Will.

"It's understandable," replied Norrington.

"I'll go up and check on little Alyssa," said Nice, heading for the stairs.

Back in Tortuga, Captain Jack Sparrow was still looking for the missing Anamaria. He hoped she was alright and that this man in black hadn't captured her. He had already gone to every tavern that he was welcome and heard nothing of her. He knew that he couldn't stay any longer in Tortuga, so he ordered three men to stay and look for her. Deep inside, he knew that he was the one who should stay; after all, it was his fault that she got mad and left the Pearl. Jack decided to head back to Port Royal; he needed to talk with Will and Elizabeth. They'd be able to tell him what he should do. They were the best advice givers he knew.

In Port Royal, Jack made sure to keep the Pearlout of sight of the navy and made his way to the home of Will and Elizabeth Turner once again. In the Turners' front yard, he quickly dove behind the clump of bushes, as Commodore Norrington exited the front door with Will.

"Do not worry; we'll find her eventually. I'll make sure of that," promised the Commodore.

"I know you will," replied Will, solemnly.

Once Norrington had left the area, Jack came out of the bushes and nearly scared Will to death.

"For God's sakes, Sparrow! Where did you come from?" Will said, while they entered the house.

"England!! Can't you see in my speaking that we came from the same God forsaken island?" Jack said with grimly, "but I'm not here to talk about my past. I'm worried about my close friend Anamaria."

"Jack, not that I don't care about her, but I have worse problems to worry about. Elizabeth was kidnapped."

"Beg pardon?" Jack's face showed nothing but a huge question mark.

"Elizabeth was kidnapped!" Will repeated, "thank God that this bastard didn't take Alyssa with him, too."

"Well, my dear Will, I feel that we have a connection with Ana's missing and your wife's Kidnapping. But I only can think properly with a lovely bottle of rum by my side. Do you have any?"

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A Note: That concludes chapter three! Much thanks to Ninna-Boo for being my new co-writer!