~Beside a Seemingly Perfect Angel~

Chapter 5: Jack?

Amour treaded on towards her home. It had been two months; two months and they had been waiting for Will to return. She had to stand a stupid birthday party that was full of EITC members and who brought Elizabeth chained to her party. Beckett called it "being thoughtful." So a birthday passed now eighteen and the age of marriage looming over her.

She had to deal with Lord Beckett's blabber on about the wedding and how they should invite the king. She doubted he even knew the king personally, but she didn't really care. The days went slow, very slow and her sister couldn't stand being in the cell any longer. She missed her sister, her father's health had also failed on him dealing with the stress of her sister. The people of Port Royal led their lives with fear as the soldiers of the EITC reigned over the small ports. People traded less and a recession occurred throughout the port city.

She trudged on ignoring the stares that people gave her. After people found out about Amour's engagement they felt betrayed. A lady that had grown up among the docks had married and somehow felt as if she turned her backs on her people. A handful of people still smiled at her; Celeste made sure to help people understand her state. Many believed she was trapped and she agreed. Basically the stay of Lord Beckett brought everyone's downfall.

"Where the hell are you Will?" she whispered.

Two months ago…

"Captain Jack Sparrow….owes me for doubloons" An old man said. "…Thought he was dead"

Will sighed and continued to search.

A month and a half ago..

"Singapore, that's what I heard" A brown haired man said. "Gone with a smile on his face"

A month ago….Tortuga..

"Jack Sparrow…" Giselle cooed.

"Haven't seen him in a month" Scarlett interrupted.

"When you find him.." Giselle began walking towards Will " Do give him a message"

She suddenly slapped him and Will winced at his cheek.

Three Weeks Ago…

"Jack Sparrow …went to this island just south of the straight. What can I saw about Jack..once you find that ship there a ship with black sails"

Today…..

"Someone shall take you ashore" the dark skinned man said as they saw the Black Pearl ashore.

Suddenly the dinghy stopped and Will looked at the man confused.

"Bon Voyage Monsieur" the slave said.

Will frowned and dived. Half an hour later, as he reached ashore, he was panting and tired. He walked tiredly towards the Black Pearl and looked up at it.

"Jack!" he cried out.

He heard no response.

"Jack Sparrow….Anybody!"

Suddenly a familiar site appeared: Cotton's Pirate.

"Ah, a familiar face!" he said happily.

"Squawk, don't eat me" Cotton's pirate said.

"I'm not going to eat you" he said.

"Squawk don't eat me!" the pirate repeated.

Will trekked on through the jungle, ignoring Cotton's pirate repeating the phrase over and over again. Pushing through some palm leaves he stopped at seeing a site.

"Gibbs" he said knowing the object belonged to him.

Suddenly, he saw that the little trinket was tied to a small vine. He began to follow it with some wariness. As the vine ended abruptly on a tree branch and Will was now suspicious. Suddenly what seemed like a tree was really a savage who yelled making Will yell out of reflex. Out of nowhere he was flung upwards towards the sky and he was trapped, like some animal.

As blood was beginning to rush to his head, he saw many savages coming out of the foliage. He thought quickly and took out his sword ready to fight them off. The savages weren't moved by his display and began to encircle him like predators.

"Come on! Who wants this!" Will yelled.

They continued to poke their stakes out.

"I can go at this all day!" he yelled. Suddenly he tensed and everything went dark.

Hours Later…

Will's eyes fluttered opened after a while. He could only see a flash of different colors. His eyes lead him to a figure sitting on a big thrown. He couldn't believe it, the king of these savages looking just like Jack Sparrow.

"Jack?" he croaked out groggily. "Jack Sparrow"

His vision cleared and he smiled dizzily. He began to laugh softly.

"Jack, I can honestly say I'm happy to see you" he said.

Jack got up from his thrown and said nothing as he walked towards him. He poked Will's shoulder leaving a confused Will to stare on as Jack walked away.

"Jack, it's me! Will Turner!" Will called out.

"Basse co" Jack began speaking to one of the savages.

"Un daga" one said.

"Ishihi" they all grumbled at Jack and bowed.

"Tell them to let me down!" Will yelled.

"Calem lom, om piki piki" he said pointing towards Will. "Rum, tincy wincy"

Jack bent down towards Will's bum.

"Lom say say eunichey" Jack said to the people in a scissor motion with his hands.

"Ah…..ewwwww" they all commented.

Jack began to walk away from Will. Will's eyes trailed Jack's waist as he saw the compass hanging from it.

"Jack!" Will said "The compass, that's all I need! Elizabeth is in danger. We were arrested for trying to help you, she faces the gallows!" Will cried out.

Jack turned back to face Will and the people.

"Say say ma chup chup sma lomy lomy shootu savvy?" Jack said to his people with a smile. "Mon licky licky"

"Mon Licky Licky!" one cheered and soon the others followed.

Before Will was carried off Jack walked towards him and whispered.

"Save me" he hissed.

"Jack what did you tell him!" Will cried out. "What about Elizabeth, Jack!"

Port Royal Prison

"Come closer we don't bite" was all Elizabeth heard as she was trapped.

Her hair was dirty now looking like a light brown, her blond locks too dirty too be noticeable. Her wedding dress now in shreds, Beckett had refused to let her get any new garments, much to her sister's protests.

She looked up tiredly as her father walked inside. Her eyes glistened as she saw him once more.

"Come quickly" Weatherby said.

Elizabeth got up and she followed him.

"Are you going to tell me what's happening?" Elizabeth whispered to her father.

"I may still have some standing with the king" Weatherby began "I've arranged a passage to England, the captain is a friend of mine-"

"No!" Elizabeth protested "Will is going to find Jack"

"We cannot count on William Turner" Weatherby replied. "Come!"

Elizabeth frowned as she was pulled along.

"He's more of a man than you give him credit for!" Elizabeth cried out.

"Please this is no time to argue. Beckett has offered one pardon one pardon only and that is promised for Jack Sparrow. Even if Will succeeds, do not ask me to see the sight of one of my daughters walking to the gallows, do not. " Weatherby said.

He slipped Elizabeth into a carriage.

"Perhaps I can ensure a fair trial for William when he returns"

"A fair trial for Will ends in the hanging" she replied.

Weatherby looked at her with a cold stare.

"Then perhaps there is nothing left for you here." He then closed the carriage door.

As he began to drive the carriage door he failed to miss a pair of bright eyes in a trunk. Those eyes belonged to someone with a plan. She managed to wiggle herself in the carriage to see a shocked Elizabeth.

"Love" she whispered.

"Shh…I got a plan." She said.

They smiled and embraced. As they slipped out of the carriage, an unsuspecting Weatherby rode on.

"Where are we going?" Elizabeth hissed as Amour pulled her along.

"This time I take charge" Amour ordered."Celeste is waiting north from here, not too far. She has a change of clothes for you. I will head to some other business, but promise to meet you there."

Elizabeth frowned.

"But-"

"For once in your life, let me take some control" Amour said.

She pushed Elizabeth along and she ran south, towards her destination.

Minutes later..

They had reached the ports. Weatherby stopped driving the carriage.

"Stay inside" Weatherby ordered.

He got off the carriage and walked towards the man waiting.

"Captain?" he called out.

As he walked out he was shocked to see his dear friend his throat cut. His friend's body fell on the ground.

"Evening governor " the man said wiping his dagger. "Shame that, he had a letter to the king, it's from you"

Weatherby walked back to the carriage but was stopped as a group of men from the EITC circled him and the carriage.

"Elizabeth" he said weakly.

They opened the carriage door and there was no one inside.

"Where is she?" the man who had killed his friend croaked.

"Who?" Weatherby said.

Beckett's office..

He walked back from the balcony to his offices once more. He had a pamphlet in one hand and a brandy in another. He caressed the box holding the letters and opened it to see it empty. He closed it and looked at the wall a smile appearing on his lips.

"No doubt you've discovered loyalty is no longer the currency of the realm as your father believes" he said.

He heard footsteps. He didn't look back but he knew exactly who it was. No doubt she would be coming.

"Then what is?" she asked.

Beckett then turned to face her. Her face was covered by the shadow of night, but her figure was visible. He looked at her pompously.

"I'm afraid currency is the currency of the realm"

She began to walk towards him.

"I expect then that we can come up with some sort of understanding" she replied. "I'm here to negotiate"

"I'm listening" he replied walking towards her.

Her brown hair finally hit the moonlight and he noticed it was the wrong sister. He smirked even more knowing he was dealing with the weaker of the two, his dear fiancée. Suddenly he froze as she lifted a pistol and pointed it towards his head.

"I'm listening intently" he rephrased his comment.

"These letters of mark, they are signed by the king" she said her eyes never leaving his face or the pistol.

"Yes, but they are not valid until they bear my signature" he said silkily. "And my seal"

"Or else I would not still be here" she replied.

She lowered her pistol.

"You sent Will to get you the compass and buy Jack Sparrow. Not only that, you also convince me to accept our engagement and forget to tell me of your deal with him. You do know it will not do you any good"

He looked at her, from her first comment he was smiling showing pride in his actions. As she continued his eyes showed question at her last words.

"Do explain" he said.

"I have been to Isla de Muerta, I have seen the treasure myself." She began walking towards him. "There is something you need to know."

He smiled as she got closer, her smaller stature made her seem weaker, and if she didn't still hold the pistol he would have gotten her already.

"Ah I see" he said absentmindedly. "You think the compass only leads to the Isla de Muerta, so you hope to save your dear fiancé from the evil fate." He smiled and dared to caress her hand which held the pistol "But you mustn't worry."

He stepped back and walked towards his large map.

"I care not for a cursed Aztec gold, my desires are not so provincial. There's more than one chest of value in these waters. So perhaps you may want to enhance your offer"

He began to walk towards her like prey. He stopped immediately as she clicked the safety off and put it under his jaw. She smirked and began to lead him towards his desk.

"Considering to your calculation that you robbed my sister from her wedding night and robbed me of my freedom to wed," she said and threw him the letters to sign.

"So I did" he said.

He began to sign it.

"A marriage interrupted." He began "Or fates intervenes"

He then burned his ring to make the stamp and placed it on the letter.

"Making to ensure Jack Sparrow's freedom" Beckett finished.

"These aren't going to Jack" Amour protested.

"Oh really?" he said "To ensure Mr. Turner's freedom, I still want that compass….consider that in your calculations and of course your hand."

She stepped back and ran from his room. His voice boomed out.

"And remember when you return our wedding shall be prepared"

He chuckled and lifted his cup of brandy once more, he ignored the slight shake in his wrist. So he was discovered, it no longer mattered. He would get that compass, he had them at the palm of his hand. All he knew was that he had everything he had ever wanted, a promise of a compass, Jack Sparrow, and a future wife. He also had to remember to seriously tame that shrew of a fiancée.