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So, I give you chapter four of Distressin' Damsel...

Distressin' Captain

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-Captain Autumn-

Maybe I shouldn't have told her. I realized that once I stormed into the mansion. It wasn't her fault. I shouldn't have taken it out on her. But, just when I got the courage to walk back outside and talk to her, guess who walks in...if the smell of rum didn't give you the first clue.

"Ah! William, my boy." He said as he grinned a gold-toothed grin, sending more smells of rum into my nose. I groaned as he walked in, Sara following closely behind him. So close that it was almost disgusting. I hope Michelle and I never looked like that. "What is the reason for your sudden moodiness?" He asked me, pulling out his compass.

"Nothing, Jack." I whispered, turning my back to him. I didn't turn it to Sara, and because of that, I could still see her looking at me. Staring at me is the word. Great, another Michelle. Jack didn't look satisfied when he came to stand beside me. I could see in his eyes a look I had seen many times before.

"What?" I asked him, rather rudely. He just shook his head and said, "Nothing, mate. You just look a bit distressed is all. Call me insane-" He broke off to glare at me, knowing clear and well what I was about to do. I just smiled at him, innoccently, and waited for him to continue. "-but I think that you have traded places with your fiancee."

Jack was now pulling at a painting that was on the wall. It was clearly bigger than him and probably weighed close to his weight if not more. I honestly had no idea what that man was going to do with the painting once he got it off of the wall, and right now, I honestly didn't care. I rolled my eyes, a habit I had picked up from Michelle, and said, "What makes you think that, Jack?"

I glanced over at Sara who was still staring at me. Okay, now this was gitting a little bit unnerving. I turned back to Jack, not wanting to look back at Sara, and watched him as he climbed on to the small bookcase that was in front of the large painting. Not looking at me, he said in a harsh tone (since he was still tugging at that bloody painting), "Mate, look at yourself. You're distressin' more that Lizzie and Ellie combined. And that's saying something."

Now, thank God, Sara had turned her eyes to Jack who was on top of the bookcase tugging and that damn painting. "Jack, you're going to fall off once it-" But he silenced me by raising a hand up.
"Ah, Willy." Jack said, not wanting to hear me as he put a foot on the wall to steady himself as he pulled. "Don't underestimate me, mate." I shook my head, and glanced at the window that led to the balcony. I couldn't see her anymore, so I sighed and said, "You need me?"

"Not now." Jack said, cursing the painting as he tried to steady himself since he almost, like I had told him, fallen off of the bookcase. I rolled my eye again, and said to him as I turned my back on what I knew was going to not be a very pleasant scene within the next few minutes. Sighing on behalf on stupid Jack could be, I started out the door feeling Sara's gaze on me the whole time.

I've honestly got to do something about her. Does the ring on Michelle's finger not mean anything to her?

Apparently not, since she followed me out.

"Did you and my cousin have a fight?" I heard a voice call after me. Why me? Honestly, why not Jack? He needs to be bothered every now and then. But no, only I get the insane (and slightly obsessed) ones. Not saying anything about Michelle, of course. I turned to her and tried to give her the best smiled that I could possibly fake and asked, "Not that it's entirely your buisness. Why?"

"She just looked really upset when you walked inside." Sara's blew eyes were sparkling with something that I had seen in Michelle's emerald ones many times before. And let me tell you, I didn't like it. I took a step back as she said, "You can talk to me about it."

"No." I said, smiling, as I tried to get away. "But thank you anyway, though..." I looked down at my hand to see that Sara had grabbed it. I raised an eyebrow and said in a stern voice, "Sara-"

"Come on, Will." She said, trying to pull me closer to her.

"Sara!" I didn't even try to keep my voice down as she took my other hand. I pulled both of my hands out of her reach and stepped back, "Stop it, alright? I'm engaged to your cousin, and I intend to marry her. Where is she?"

Sara looked defeated, but still and an evil look on her face as she said in a voice I hardly recognized as hers, "She walked down there a few minutes ago. She's sitting by the docks." Without looking at her, I brushed past her and started down the stairs that led to the docks. I didn't see her at first, but I soon did.

Her golden-brown curls were blowing in the wind as she lightly swung her legs back and forth. Quietly, I made my way down to the docks to sit beside her. She didn't look up at me when I did so, so we sat in silence for a moment before I managed to say, "Ellie, I-"

"Will." She whispered, pushing a curl back from her face. She still wasn't looking at me, but I could tell that she was confused and possibly hurt. I really shouldn't have told her. "It was Jack, wasn't it?"

I paused for a minute. She and Jack were so close, I knew that if I told her the truth...it would kill her. So long ago, we'd promised that we would never lie to each other. Should I tell her, and have her be upset? Or lie to her and when she finds out the truth she'll be mad at me. Or...I could change the question completely...

"Did Elizabeth not tell you this when she was inside you? I mean, possessing you?" I corrected myself as I turned to look at her. She finally turned her head to mine and gave me a look that made me honestly wish that I had never said that. She rolled her emerald eyes as she said in a irratated voice, "Will, if she had of, do you think that I would have reacted the way that I did when you told me?"

Good one, Turner. Really smart. I leaned back on my elbows as she impatiently stared at me, waiting for an answer. Sighing, I gave in and said, "To answer you question, yes it was Jack." She nodded, knowingly, as if she just wanted it confirmed. She turned back away from me and whispered, "Why did you forgive him?"

Because I'm an idiot that's why. But, I knew that wasn't the answer. "Because, Jack came and told me himself. He was extrememly upset, and so after a long talk, I forgave him. As I did her." Why did I? Was I that stupid? "Everything went back to normal, or so I thought..."

That, I knew, Elizabeth had told her. About the kiss on the Pearl. Elle nodded and turned back to me as she whispered, "Will, I'm sorry."

I smiled, my first genuine smile since I left the mansion, and said, "Darling, why on earth are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for." I reached up and stroked her cheek. She smiled and leaned over and kissed me. Just as my arms wrapped around her waist, we heard a loud crash, and someone yelling, "DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAAANNNMMM!!!"

Elle pulled herself from me and said with a groan and said as she looked back towards the mansion, "What has he done now?" I got up, and reached down to pull her up and said, "I think I know."

The two of us ran back up the stairs and into the mansion to see Jack sprawled out on the floor with an obviously very heavy painting on top of him. I gave a nervous glance around, and to my amazement (and pleasure, of course) Sara was not in the room. Which made me think...should I tell Michelle?

"Will!" Jack croaked out from under the painting as if it was, and it probably was, crushing his ribs. He narrowed his eyes at me as I walked over to him and said, "Don't say it. I'll say it for you! I told you so!" I smiled down at him as I grabbed one end and Michelle went to grab the other, "Actually, Jack. I wasn't going to say that. But I did tell you so."

"I know." Jack groaned as he squirmed under the painting. "Now, can you get this bloody thinkg off of me before it kills me?!?!" I glanced at Michelle, who nodded, and together we lifted the heavy painting off of Jack. Michelle was obviously trying to hide her smile as she tried her best to look sincere as she said in a gentle, caring voice, "Oh, Jack, darling!" She bit her lip after she said that, and a pulled Jack up to his feet. "Thanks, mate." Jack mumbled, brushing himself off and walking back over to the bookcase.

He smiled at Elle, and put a hand on her shoulder as he stared up at the black door that was where the painting was. I'll tell you. I was actually surprised that Jack knew what he was doing. When he saw my face, he smiled at me and said, "See? I told you not to underestimate me, Captain Turner."

He said the words 'Captain Turner' in a mocking voice as he turned back to the door. "Alright then-" He glanced down at the bookcase that was broken, apparently from his fall. His face immediatley fell as I said, smirking, "How hard did you fall, Captain Sparrow?"

"How hard did you fall, Captain Sparrow...heee hee hee." Jack mimicked, moving his arms around as if he was doing some type of dance. "Pfft." Jack examined the black door and the narrow passage that it was. "Well, then. If we're all just going to stand around and stare at each other-" Jack brushed past me and hopped on to a wobbling part of the bookshelf that was amazingly still standing...barely. I was going to say 'It's going to fall', but I didn'y. "-if you do excuse me, gents..erm-"

Michelle looked up from the curl she had been playing with and glared at Jack. Jack smiled as he hopped into the passage and corrected himself saying, "Eunch and my gorgeous darlin'." Michelle rolled her eyes and stared back down at the curl. I decided to get over the 'eunuch' joke, and continued to stare at Jack as he walked into the passage. When he was gone, Michelle walked over to me with a smile on her face. I didn't know why, until she leaned up and kissed me.

I've got to tell her. Tell her that her crazy cousin is in love with me. Or is something else with me...I'm starting to sound like Michelle. Great. That's just what I need. But should I tell her? Or will she go back and tell Sara I told her? She's really close with her cousin... I don't want to break them up...but it's got to stop...

Michelle must had realized that I wasn't getting into it, since she pulled back and asked, "What's wrong, Turner?"

"Hmmm?" She raised an eyebrow at me and pushed one of my curls back. I wanted to leaned back down and kiss her, but I couldn't. I walked over and sat on the window seat. She groaned and said, "Sorry, did I go too far, Will?"

Strongly resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I stared down at the docks where we were just sitting. When she didn't answer for a minute, as I expected her not to, I said in the nicest voice I could get out, "It's not that, Elle."

"Then what is it?" She asked me coming to stand beside me. I still wasn't looking at her, I glanced out the window to see Sara walking back up from the docks. "Love, please tell me what's wrong." She said that in such a sweet voice, that I couldn't help but look over at her, as mad as her 'did I go too far' comment made me. I turned to meet her emerald eyes as I said, "It's Sara."

"What about her?" She said, in an almost accusing voice. I instantly got where she was going, and shook my head so hard that some of my curls smacked me in the face when I did so. Pulling them back again, I said, "I think she..." How do I say this? I could be blunt about it. I could be Jack-like about it. Or I could just avoid it all all costs.

Yes, Will. You're a little too deep to avoid it now.

"You think she what?"

"I think that she..." What would Jack say? Something stupid I'm sure, yet something that was so utterly confusing that I would know that I cleared myself of it, therefore I knew I wasn't keeping anything from her yet she would know nothing of what I said. Hmm... I like that plan.

"Don't you even dare of getting out of it, Turner." When I gapped at her, she smirked as she came to sit across from me on the window seat. It was so small, that I moved my feet so that she could sit across from me, and when she sat, I put one back so that I was leaning against her. "Darling, I've been around the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow so much that I know when people are trying to get out of it."

I sighed. Come now, Turner. You love her. You can't lie to her. "I think she's in love with me."

Silence greeted that statement. Maybe I was too blunt about it. She was just staring at me as she nodded, like she was in some sort of trance. "Elle, say something." When she only continued to stare at me, I asked irratated, "I knew you wouldn't believe me."

"I didn't say I didn't believe you, love. But in love with you..." She trailed off, staring at me for a moment. When I turned back to stare at her, she giggled and said, "Not that she wouldn't have a reason to, Will love. I'm not saying that. It's just...it's only been a few days since you met her. Can you fall in love that quickly?"

"Shouldn't you know?" I asked her.

She thought about it for a minute, before shrieking loud enough to wake the dead, "OH MY-...that little-"

"Elle, don't. Alright? I was just telling you." I said, really not wanting her to kill her cousin. Believe me, I knew she would. I've seen her get mad before. It's really not a pretty sight. I mean, first glance at her, you'd never think a pretty girl like her could knock someone's head off with a sword...not that she has...yet.

A few minutes later, a cloud of dust filled the room. After Michelle got thru coughing, she yelled, "What the hell did you do?" I still couldn't see but appartenly Elle could. Or maybe we just didn't need to see the person to know who probably destroyed half of the manison. We knew.

"Sorry, love." Came a voice that was hoarse from coughing himself. How did I get myself into this mess? Oh, yes. The reason I was messed up in this? Yes, she was standing right beside me. Maybe Jack is right...I do tend to go to the extremes when I'm in love, but when has that been a bad thing?

Don't answer that.

"Jack? JACK!" As the smoke parted, or dust, Jack appeared from the cloud with an angry Elle following behind him. He motioned for me to come beside them. When I did, he put the wrinkled map on the ground and said, "Alright then."

"Jack, the bloody map is torn. You can't read it!" I said, once again pointing out the obvious. Jack and Ellie turned and gave me the exact same expression, before turning to look at one another, and then back down at the map.

"Well, my dear Willy. My uncle was a master of confusion-"

"-must run in the family." Jack looked away from me, down at Ellie who was now sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. She smiled sweetly up at him, and said, "Continue, darling."

"As I was saying-" He said, with another glance at Elle, "-there are five parts to the map, we're holding one. One each part of a map, there are clues to where the other part is. Once we find the last piece of the map, it'll lead us to the diary of my uncle."

"Jack?"

"Hmmm?" He asked, picking up the map and looking at the back of it. Michelle watched him carefully as he did this, then asked in that same sweet voice she had just used, "Darling, why do we need the diary again?"

"Because, love-" He opened his mouth wide to begin an explanation. Then, he closed it and for about a minute, he mumbled quietly to himself. Even though I wasn't directly looking at her, I could see that Elle was rolling his eyes. "Don't ask questions, darlin'. It makes everything the more complicated."

Michelle sighed, and looked back down at the shapes she was making in the dust. I looked back up at Jack and asked, "So, what's our first clue?"

"Ah-" Jack said, reading the map before saying, "-a las islas en donde la canción de la lujuria y de la lujuria solamente distrae medio de el él ama la mayoría." He looked up at Elle, who nodded and said, "Then let's go."

"Wait." I called out to them. They turned around to look at me, clearly forgetting that I couldn't speak Spanish. All I had to do was look at Michelle. She laughed and said, "Sorry, love. It said go to the islands where the song of lust and lust alone distracts men from the one he loves the most." Oh, of course. Now it makes perfect sense.

Well, Elle and Jack apparently had a pretty good idea of where they were going. So I just followed them. When we exited the mansion, a clearly mad Sara came walking up to us. Elle, who was pretending not to look at her (though I knew otherwise) quickly took my hand and leaned closer into me. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh, but it was hard seeing the look on Elle's face.

"Wait, Jack. I've got to go back to the inn!" Elle said when we got to the bottom of the hill. I stopped and saw that she was twirling the key around her fingers, before tucking it back into her dress. Jack spun around and said, "Darlin', can't it wait whatever it is?"

"No! If someone gets it it could be the end of someone on this crew!" Michelle hissed at him thru gritted teeth. "And believe me, Jackie. If that was the case, his death would be yours, I swear it."

"No need to act like you got a sword in your as-" When he saw my face, he smiled and said to Elle, "Fine, Ellie-" He stroked her cheek seductively and said, "-darlin'-"

Michelle's face changed, so I said in a warning tone, "Jack."

"What, Willy? You've got a sword in yours too? You two honestly need to get them out. Can't be good for you." Jack said, thoughtfully. He nodded to Elle and said, "Back to the inn it is, but then we're off at sea."

Michelle nodded in agreement as Jack turned back around and saw that a little man was running off with his compass. "OI!" The man didn't turn around, "OI! YOU MAN! GET BACK 'ERE!" Jack started after the man who had picked up speed when he saw the man running off with it. "OI! MAN, GET BACK 'ERE!"

"How did that-" Michelle started, but stopped when she saw the look on my face. I sighed, and said to her with a smile, "Don't ask questions. It makes everything the more complicated."

Michelle nodded in agreement, then turned to look at Jack who had pulled out his gun. "JACK! GRANT JACK SPARROW!!" She pulled herself out of my grip and ran to catch up with Jack, "DON'T YOU DARE, GRANT!" I heard her yell after him.

Realizing I was alone with Sara, I turned around and she whispered in my ear, "You're wrong, Will Turner."

"About what?" I asked her, pushing her away from me. She smirked and said, "You'll find out soon enough." And she walked off, swinging her hips as she did so. Yes, Sara. Maybe I will find out what you're talking about soon...

...that is if your cousin doesn't get to you first...

"Aren't you suppossed to be on the Empress?" I asked her with a smirk, when she came to stand beside me. Jack and Sara were already on the Dutchman, I didn't know she was too. She wrapped her arms around my waist and said, "I didn't know you didn't want me to." She leaned up and whispered in my ear, "-Captain Turner."

I turned around and leaned down and kissed her. "Of course I don't hate it. Quite the opposite actually, darling." I still had no idea where the bloody hell we were going. And if it wasn't for the fact that Michelle knew where we were going, I wouldn't have followed. Because, let's face it, if Jack tells you to go somewhere, someone's going to either end up cursed (but we already were), dead, imprisoned on Satan's ship, or at the end of the world.

It's not what I'd call wise to listen to Captain Jack Sparrow.
Ask me why I've done it for so, so many years. I wouldn't know what to say.

"Okay William-" Jack said, as he and Sara began to walk over to us. "-Ellie, my dear." When I caught Sara's gaze on me, I quickly looked back at Jack. I felt Elle's arms slowly slip away from my waist as she said, "What?"

"Off to the Pearl. We need to make up a plan before we-" Jack stopped and looked as if he was in a trance. He was leaning lazily against the rail with a strange expression on his face, like a love sick puppy. At first, I was going to kill him because I thought he was looking at Elle, but then I looked around and noticed that most of the men on my ship were also in a trance. Sara, of course, was completely oblivious as usual, but Elle's face fell.

"Will, close your ears."

I glanced over at her and said, "Darling, what?"

"Close your ears!"

But it was too late. I saw it in her face that it was too late. I turned out into the ocean to see women all dressed in white calling out to us. I felt my head start spinning as I walked closer to the railing, "Will!" I heard Elle call after me.

Wait, go back Will. Your fiancee is calling you.

What fiancee? Came a voice inside my head.

The women were still calling out to us as I leaned against the rail as Elle screamed, "WILL!"

" He can't hear you..." They chimed in in a gorgeous voice. "...Captain Turner...come to us...come to us..."

"I will come..." I whispered, leaning more over the rail. The last thing I heard was, "WILL!!!"

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