Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of their characters, so I tried calling Jerry Bruckheimer and asked if I could own Jack. He said no, but asked to own Eloise. I said no! XD
"And then we ended up with me explaining this stuff to you, savvy?" I asked, already picking up on my father's favorite word. When he heard me say it he ruffled my hair. Again.
"I don't get," Will asked shaking his head. Great.
"We're going to Port Royal to find your mum. Then we are going to some island that these men," I motioned to Jack, Gibbs, and Hector. Jack told me his name, "say is called Isla De Muerta. There is some person there and they are going to break my curse. Clear enough for you, William?"
He just nodded.
"Good, we leave at high noon tomorrow for Port Royal. The trip will take three days so let's stock up on food, fresh water, and rum."
Third Person: Somewhere in Port Royal
"So Jack has a new little protégée? Well, thank you for reporting your news with me, Admiral. You may leave and wait for more information," Lord Cutler Beckett replied, already strategizing.
"My Lord, there is more. You see, they are planning to come to Port Royal. They are going to kidnap Governess Turner. We haven't been able to figure out why, though. Most likely to hold her for ransom. Doesn't sound like something Jack Sparrow would do, though," Admiral-Former-Commodore James Norrington thought aloud to himself. He was quite familiar with the pirate and was wondering why he would take Elizabeth. Jack knew they were married.
"Hold her for ransom…. What a marvelous idea, Admiral," Beckett exclaimed.
"We're going to hold Governess Turner for ransom…?"
"No, we are going to kidnap the girl and bring Jack Sparrow to his downfall!"
"Be careful, young Sparrow, be careful," Norrington mumbled to himself as he walked out of the office. He wasn't a spy. He was a messenger and had no choice to deliver the information. He had become quite fond of the pirate actually. He also knew that if Jack wanted to see Elizabeth, it was because of Will. Or another very good reason, for now unbeknownst to him.
Eloise's POV:
I saw a sliver of land on the horizon. We made it! Port Royal. It was getting any closer, though. I turned to the starboard side and saw the anchor was currently sinking. So was the one on portside.
I turned to Ragetti and he simply shrugged and added, "Captain's orders." Ragetti and I have become good friends along the short voyage. Ragetti was a lot more friendly then Will. William hardly ever talked to me. It was almost as if he was sad we were going to 'kidnap' his mother.
"Which one?" I asked rolling my eyes. I had learned how things worked and that both Barbossa and father thought they owned the ship. I think it really belongs to Jack.
"Captain Sparrow," he said with a nod towards Jack standing at the helm. He was trying to read his compass. It was a very strange one indeed, for it does not point north. What use is that?
I walked over towards him and before I could say a word he explained the plan. It was all so clever really. I was going to go ashore in the rowboat with Gibbs, the cleanest man here. I was going to go up to the big white mansion and request Governess Turner stating I had something to sell. I would tell her a code, "I found a pearl at the beach," and then we would come along back to the rowboat with Gibbs and ride back to the Pearl. Savvy?
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All was going smoothly. I was in a dress and in one of those bloody corsets. Underneath, however, I wore my brown boots and pants, and my white shirt. During the voyage I had turned back to human. I requested my clothes and no one would bring them to me. In the end, William had laid in a pile beside my hammock in Jack's quarters. Well, his side of the quarters, anyway.
I turned on my heel after hearing footsteps behind me. My cat senses were right, surprisingly. Behind me, three men all in red coats and white breeches stood, straight and tall. They were from the royal navy. Unsure of what I should do, I curtsied and started on my way again. However, they continued to follow me.
"May I help you good sirs?" I asked hoping it was proper. They just looked at each other and nodded.
"You can come with us," the one in the middle replied.
"Whatever for?" I asked shocked by this answer.
"Look," said the one on the leftmost side, "You can come willingly and dignified or we may carry you forcefully," the other one gave me these options.
"Or we can let the young lady go about her business?" I had no idea why these guys wanted me, but I had a feeling it wasn't good.
"We're afraid that isn't one of your options," the one who hasn't spoke yet stated and more men came out and surrounded me.
"Then I might as well going willingly," I sighed my defeat.
They pulled out a pair of small shackles and put them around my wrists behind my back. We started walking but I didn't know where. The men were all behind me shoving me forward so I would go faster.
We reached a gloomy stone building and when we entered, there were many cells with iron bars. The men inside them were all hooting and whistling, but I kept my chin up trying to be as mature as possible.
They pushed me hard into an empty room and locked the bars shut. There was one stone wall with a very small window and on both sides were occupied cells. The only thing separating us was an iron bar. And of course, the front was iron bars with a gate.
I started to pull off the dress and the men on each side of me were hooting and whistling. They were smashing their faces through the bars and reaching out. Of course I did have my pants underneath and my shirt. I tried to untie the corset but that proved to be much too hard so I just ripped the thing off and started going about my own usual routine. Pretty much daydreaming.
When the men realized I was done they just kind of shrunk back into their own 'cages' as I like to call them. I looked out the small, barred window. It was beautiful breath taking view of the ocean. And an idea. The Pearl was still there since I hadn't been here long, yet it was already dark.
The window was a little bit bigger than my shoulders, if I removed all the bars. I looked around for something hard and found an old skeleton in the corner. I cautiously walked towards it and removed some bones. I noticed that out of the corner of my eye the guard was asleep. I dropped one of my bones causing a large banging noise to echo away from my feet. Everyone turned their heads toward me. Except the guard, who remained fast asleep? Yes. He was still sleeping. I took the largest bone and broke the bars with it. The metal on them practically gave away from age and rust. That was easy, but I wasn't free yet.
I squirmed out of the opening and carefully climbed down the rocks and into the ocean. I was careful to not splash as I slipped past the larger boats between father and me. It was working out quite well until I got caught in a huge fishing net. I was pulled up and realized the net was purposely put there. When I landed on the deck, the same three men who captured me where standing above me. Great. I tried to jump back in the salty water, but one of them jumped on me and we both fell with a thud. As he held me down, another one put my wrists in shackles. I still fought them trying to catch that last bit of freedom, which was currently fluttering out the window. With a sharp blow to the head I fell limp. That has been three times this week.
