AN: Before you read this chapter I must inform you all of one thing. Emory Wyatt is a darker character than any of the other ones in this story. She has had a darker life (which will all be explained in later chapters!) and is not as sweet and innocent as any of the others. She does have a lighter side, but she does not show it that often. She, like Jack, keeps most things to herself, although she does confide in her two best crew, Destiny and Conway. I hope all of you like her!
"Sometimes in life you have to do more than just watch."
Joe Dawson; Highlander the Series
Demon Called Deception
Chapter Four: Pirates Again
"We've done our fair share o' plunderin' lass," Conway said, dodging a swinging sword and then attacking his opponent, knocking the other pirate unconscious with one blow. "But this is jus' plain murder."
Emory didn't reply, merely slashed her own sword across her attackers throat. She wiped the bloody sword on her black breeches, scowling. She would kill that Captain Sparrow when she found him for bringing her into this mess. Of course, she didn't have to fight these fellow pirates. She could have just stayed in the safety of her ship and waited for this fight to be over.
Her scowl deepened, her black eye growing darker. But no, she had to go play 'good guy' and fight, taking her two best crew with her. Destiny and Conway walked through the port with her, fighting alongside her as they always did.
"Damn him and damn the agreement I made," she muttered, slicing through yet another pirate.
A scream lit the night, drawing Emory's attention to her right. A woman lay on the ground, a pirate on top of her, a dagger at her throat.
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"Shut up wench," the pirate grumbled, pressing the dagger deeper into the tender skin at her throat.
Elizabeth tried to move away from him, but found that she couldn't. The pirate had successfully pinned her down.
A sickening 'shunck' drew her attention down to where the point of a sword was sticking out of the pirate's chest. Elizabeth's gaze flicked to a woman standing above them.
The woman slashed the man across the back with another sword and then planted a booted heel in the middle of his back, pushing his limp form off of her sword, the body falling on top of Elizabeth. The woman savagely kicked at the pirate's body, rolling him off of Elizabeth.
"Bloody bastard. 'Ope 'e burns in 'ell," she grumbled.
Elizabeth stared up into the woman's odd eyes, eyes unlike any she had ever seen. One eye was the color of gold, the other the color of the blackest night. The woman stared down at her and then looked away, anger and disgust written on her face.
The woman began to walk away, but stopped when a man called to her. "Hold up Cap'n," he said, holding his hand out to Elizabeth. "Come, ma'am. You alright?"
Elizabeth looked up at him. For some reason, she got the feeling that she had met him before, but she could tell where. Hesitantly, Elizabeth took his hand, allowing him to pull her to her feet. "Yes, I am fine. Thank you."
"Mr. Conway," the woman snapped. "We're leavin'."
Elizabeth stared hard at her. "Rebecca?"
The woman's eyes narrowed. "What the bloody hell're you talkin' about?"
"Nothing. I must be mistaken. I'm sorry," Elizabeth said hurriedly.
"Whatever," she replied, wiping the blood once again off of her sword onto her black breeches. "We're leavin'," she said again, sheathing one of her swords.
Conway nodded, grabbing hold of Elizabeth's arm and pulling her along with them.
"What're ya doin' Conway?" the woman asked.
"Can't jus' leave 'er 'ere Cap'n. I'll watch 'er, don' worry."
"Whatever."
Conway smiled slightly. "She's not always like this, Mrs. Turner," he said softly.
Elizabeth blinked. "Do you know me?"
"Not really. 'Eard of you an' yer 'usband though," he replied.
Elizabeth nodded slowly, unsure as to whether or not she should believe him. This was turning into one odd pirate attack.
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"Cap'n! Look out!" Destiny screamed, throwing one off the daggers resting on her right thigh.
Emory shifted to her left, narrowly missing the dagger flying past her head, but didn't escape the bullet as it zoomed past. Emory hissed between her teeth as the small shot grazed her side, ripping through her skin and vest. The flaps of her vest swirled in the air as she moved.
Destiny's dagger embedded itself in the man's throat, killing him instantly.
"Move on," Emory said. "We're gonna find bloody Sparrow an' find out what the bloody 'ell 'e wanted."
"Sparrow?" Elizabeth asked, walking quickly next to the pirates that had saved her. "Do you mean Jack Sparrow?"
Destiny stopped to pull her dagger out of the man's throat. She smirked. "I think she knows somethin' Cap'n," she said.
Emory turned around quickly, wincing as she twisted the newly made wound. "You know him?"
"Yes, of course. He is a good friend of ours. The last time I checked, he was at our house celebrating our youngest daughter's birthday."
Emory stared at Elizabeth, her eyes growing darker, almost matching the night around them. "Then you will take us there," she replied menacingly.
"How do I know I can trust you?" Elizabeth shot back. "How do I know that you are not here to kill him?"
"You don't," Emory said simply.
"Cap'n! Behind ya!" Conway yelled before Elizabeth could respond.
The three women turned as one to stare up at a large man standing behind them, his beefy arm raised above his head, a large axe gripped tightly between his stubby fingers.
Before they could react, the pirate swung the axe down with enough force to cleave Emory in two, aiming straight for her left shoulder. Seconds before the weapon could strike her, when the axe hovered an inch away from her skin, the pirate stopped.
The pirate's arm dropped to his side, his face going slack. He turned away from them as a shrill whistle sounded in the air. Emory watched him go, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"What the hell?" Destiny asked.
Emory's eyes watched the dozens of pirates walking slowly away from them toward the port, toward the dark silhouette of a ship resting just outside of the harbor. Her eyes caught hold of the ship-icy fingers took hold of her heart, crushing it. Pain. Anger. Death.
Emory's hand went to her chest as she fell to her knees-Anger. Pain. Death. Loss. Rebirth.-her breath coming in short gasps.
"Cap'n! Emory! Ya alright lass?" Conway asked, shaking her.
Emory didn't reply, her eyes glued to the dark ship. Her hands went to her ears as the shrill whistle moved to a shriek. A scream so loud it was as if a banshee had come to claim her victim.
"Cap'n! Snap out o' it!" Destiny cried, punching Emory.
Emory's gaze was turned forcefully away from the ship by the punch. The scream stopped soon after, as did the frozen hand gripping her heart. She looked up quickly, her gaze meeting that of her two crew.
"Cap'n? Ya alright?" Conway asked.
"Aye," Emory replied shakily, pushing away his helping hand and standing up. "C'mon. Let's move before they decide to come back," she said, pushing past them and grabbing hold of Elizabeth's arm.
"Show us where you live," she demanded gruffly, the scream still echoing in her ears.
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Will placed a table back in its rightful place beside a broken chair. Michel stood next to him, nursing a small wound on his hand. He watched as his father put everything meticulously back in order.
"I don't think it matters where you put anything father," he said quietly. "We'll just have to throw it out because it is broken."
"Or, we can fix it," Alex replied, grinning at his younger brother.
Michel grinned back, throwing his bloody towel at Alex. Alex ducked the cloth flying over his head. The towel flew through the air, hitting a man as he entered the room. The man blinked as the towel struck him in the chest and then fell to the floor. He glanced back up, one eyebrow arched.
"I do not understand how you can both be so calm while we have a pirate in our midst," he said.
Michel laughed. "Yes, well, we have housed a few pirates before."
"That is another matter completely," he answered drolly. "Do you know where Emily is? I have not seen her since the attack began."
Will looked up at his son-in-law, taking in his worried gaze. He had great respect for James Mathews. He was a good man, strong of will and spirit. Emily had chosen well.
"I'm fine James," Emily answered, entering the room carrying her young son inn one arm and a sword in the other. "I was putting William to bed when they attacked. He was frightened, so I stayed with him."
James took his wife in his arms, kissing her softly and then kissing his son. "Thank God."
"The problem is," Alex broke in, "is that I have never seen pirates act that way. Normally they would stay until the entire port is destroyed."
"AnaMaria said the ship appeared outta nowhere," Jack cut in, coming up behind Emily, pinching young William's cheek lightly. "Disappeared the same way."
"I don't understand Jack," Will said, sitting down in one of the unbroken chairs. "What did they want this time?"
Jack shrugged. "Who knows? But AnaMaria also said that another ship appeared before the firs' one vanished."
"Who was it?"
"Me," a new voice answered.
The group turned to the doorway, taking in the four people standing there. Elizabeth pushed past the three pirates standing in front of her, running to Will's side and wrapping her arms around his neck. A smile broke out on Jack's face.
"Good ta see ya could make it."
Emory's eyes flicked to him. "I should kill you fer this."
"Ya think I planned it?" Jack asked. "Ship showed up hours after I did."
"Rebecca?" Will asked, standing up, holding his wife's hand.
Emory shook her head. "Why do you people keep callin' me that? My name is not Rebecca, nor does it matter what my name is. What does matter is that you almost got me killed," she said, gesturing at Jack.
"Ya coulda stayed on yer ship, love," he replied, smirking.
"Whatever. Now what is it that you wanted me 'ere for?"
Before Jack could answer, two men ran into the room, both breathless.
"They've taken her!" one cried.
"Thomas?" Elizabeth asked.
"They've taken Rebecca!"
Emory paid no attention to him, her cold eyes turning to the other marine standing behind Thomas. Her eyes narrowed. The man's eyes widened slightly before a grin lit his lips.
"You," she said, her sword in her hand seconds later and pointing at his throat.
"Hello captain."
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Up next! Chapter Five: Maps and Old Lovers. Who was it that took Rebecca? Why did they take her? And who is it that Emory is threatening? How does she know him? From where does she know him and why does she dislike him? Check out next time!
Dawnie-7: I'm glad you like her! I hope you still like her after this chapter. Like I said, she is a little darker than my other characters, but she has had a hard life. She does have a lighter side, I promise!
NazgulGirl: I know, it is weird to think of an older Jack, but think of it. At least he's not aging. For now.
Mystic Fish: Yuck. School shopping. I hated having to do that. I'm glad I don't have to anymore. At least not until I have to buy my books for college. That costs so much more than people think it does. Anyway, thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you like it!