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Tangled Threads - A Story of Pirates	By : KiwiGirl Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 4819 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: This idea has been bubbling around since I saw POTC
and is purely fictional. No harm is intended. Thanks to GeminiGirl,
Nuit, Lizzynet and Blue Magic,
for thoughts, feedback and encouragement. Please forgive any grammar or
spelling mistakes those are purely mine.

*

He was whistling as he left the rowdy tavern, his crew was settled; young
Turner would be keeping a watchful eye on them. The Pearl sailed on the turning tide tomorrow evening; he had just
this one day to find what he had come back to Tortuga for. His mind was busy, looking forward, his thoughts
already in the crumbling mansion at the top of the hill. He strode up the
unevenly cobbled road, an interesting looking man who stood out even in this
town full of the unusual and unique. His garb was a mishmash - the practical
topped off by things that he had just fancied, around his neck was a new
trinket, a small gold cross, it seemed even a woman of God could not resist his
rakish charm. He certainly caught the eye, damned handsome if he did think so
himself and if his reputation went before him, well as far as Captain Jack
Sparrow was concerned it was quite rightly so.

He glanced back once as he rounded the corner, Will was leaning on the door frame
watching his Captain weave his way over the rough cobblestones, one hand on his
sword the other bestowing generous greetings upon anyone that he met. William
Turner, son of Bootstrap Bill Turner who had been an old shipmate of Jack�s,
Bootstrap had a rather nasty disagreement with Jack�s long-time enemy Barbossa, unfortunately he had not survived to tell the
tale. Will�s view of the world had been very black and white, that was until he
had met Jack. The pirate had told him that blood was blood and Will was the son
of a good man �. and a pirate. On his return to Port
Royal Will thought that he had won everything that he had ever yearned for but
he had been unable to adjust, his old life had been lost to him, and his new
life had chaffed with it�s formality and restrictions.
The things that she had first loved about him had been the things that had
driven them apart. Pirate blood had called and he had yearned for the sea. Now
he sailed with Jack and the Pearl had
been his home for the past three years.

He was a handsome man, he could be gentle and appreciated beauty, sometimes he
confused the rough and ready crew but he could fight like a demon and they
respected that. It was a joke amongst them that Will could walk into a tavern
and the whores would start bidding against each other as to who would have the
privilege of bedding him. He was tall and lean, long dark hair that curled
around his ears and eyes that women found themselves drowning in. Between him
and Jack, they had established quite a reputation for themselves. Men groaned
in despair when the Pearl docked and the women sighed in anticipation.

Will watched until Jack was out of sight, every time
they made port in Tortuga Jack would disappear. Never for long, a night here and there, just the once for a whole
week. He was close lipped about where he went or who he saw and the one
time that Will had pressed him on it Jack had cautioned him that it was none of
his business. He had been deadly serious too, the usual laughter gone from his
eyes. Will had asked some questions, but no one knew or no one was talking, he
was pretty certain that it was the latter. At first, he had been a little
worried for his own hide, he still had been wary of Jack back then. The crew
had ribbed him for jumping at shadows telling him that the Captain liked
secrets and he probably had some girl somewhere, after the first few times his
unease had faded, and only the curiosity remained.

�I saw the Pearl�s sails� a rounded feminine arm snaked around his waist
�are you visiting with me tonight.�

He smiled down at the beautiful woman, Selena was the owner of the most genteel
of the drinking establishments in Tortuga, she had
the most beautiful girls, the best rum and an Irish fellow that sang and played
the flute, he had been known to bring a tear to many a hardened pirates eye.

�Aye� Will murmured �just have to see this lot back to the ship and then I�ll
be joining you.�

�I�ll be waiting� she whispered huskily and swayed down the street turning to
look over her shoulder at him.

He grinned as he walked back into the bar, �this lot�
would have drunk their fill soon enough and it would be back to the Pearl for them. He would see them on board, check that the watch were awake and sober, and then it would be back up the
hill to the scented softness of Selena.

*

Jack pushed open the heavy wrought iron gate, the hinges squealed and from
within the house a dog began to bark. Then there was silence. Jack hesitated a finger resting on his lip then began a swaying
walk forward on the brick path. The front door crashed open, the door swinging
back against the wall with a resounding thud. Silhouetted in
the doorway stood a giant of a man, a pistol in either hand, his face grim.

�Jack� his voice rumbled from deep within his chest �one day I�ll shoot yer, sneaking around like that� he turned slightly �it�s
only Jack Maggie� he said to the figure in the hall behind him.

There was a peal of rich laughter �I best use this frying pan for fixing
something to eat then� Maggie�s voice drifted out onto the night air.

�Greetings Sam,� Jack grinned his gold teeth flashing in the moonlight �much
though I commend your enthusiasm, I�d be appreciating you not murdering me on
my own doorstep mate.�

The big man was about to answer but instead looked back into the house and
smiling stepped to one side.

Jack cocked his head, gold teeth glinting as he heard running footsteps. He was
laughing as the young woman in the white nightgown ran out the front door and
leapt from the top steps straight at him. He caught her in his arms and hugged
her close to him, breathing in the familiar scent of her.

�Bella� he whispered her name as she squeezed him tight.

�Jack� she buried her face in his neck, �Jack you�re not due home until
September.�

He kissed the top of her head. �Aye Bella� he said ��tis
a change of plan, but we sail again on the evening tide.�

�Just one night� disappointment was evident in her voice.

�One night� he echoed running a hand through her dark curls �if you have a mind
to help luv it is a map I am seeking, no ordinary map
I grant you�.�

She nodded and with her hand in his walked beside him into the house.

�Food will be ready in just a moment� Maggie�s voice came from the kitchen
�I�ll be thinking that the Captain will be needing a drink Sam.�

�Aye Maggie, I be getting it� Sam rolled his eyes at Jack and grinned �you and
Isabella get yourself settled Captain, I�ll bring you some of that fine rum.�

Jack went into the study and began opening cupboards and drawers pulling out
armfuls of maps and throwing them onto the sturdy desk.

�What are we looking for Jack?� Bella asked.

�A piece of a bloody puzzle� he muttered � and the
answer�may lady luck shine on me..is
here, somewhere� he threw his arms out gesturing at the many shelves filled
with rolls of parchment.

�A map � where did you see it?� Bella was leaning
forward in the big armchair her arms wrapped around her knees, dark curly hair
fell to her waist and framed a face that was delicate yet determined, her eyes
a brilliant blue that held the eye, so intense was the colour
of them that the clear skin, slightly olive complexion and the soft pouting
lips often went unnoticed. It was her eyes that people remembered.

Jack looked up at her �on a ship we boarded� he said and frowned, her thin
nightdress was almost transparent in the lamplight �put some clothes on luv, then I�ll tell you a grand
tale.�

She rolled her eyes and stood �alright Jack� she touched his shoulder as she
walked past �I miss you when you are gone.�

His eyes followed her as she left the room and he sighed once before pulling up
the chair and sitting down to start sorting through the maps that he and his
father before had collected.

�Captain� Sam�s deep voice made him look up, the big man had a rum bottle and
two glasses on a tray, which he slid on to the desktop, he turned to go but
Jack reached out catching his arm.

�Sit a while Sam, and talk with me old mate� he shook the bottle and the
lamplight glinted on the golden liquid �will ye be having a wee drink then?�

�Aye are you wanting to be telling some old stories?�
Sam grinned pulling up a chair.

Jack gave a quick grin, a flash of gold teeth before his face became more
serious.

�We had some fun mate � do you miss it � the freedom?� he poured a generous
measure of rum into each glass and taking one pushed the other towards Sam.

�Aye sometimes but now that I have Maggie and there is the babe on the way��
Sam�s voice trailed off and he smiled �tis a good
life I have now.�

He raised his glass and they clinked the heavy
tumblers against each other before drinking appreciatively. Jack sighed
contentedly, swirling the rum in the glass he leaned back in his chair.

�And Bella is she driving you both crazy.�

�She is a spirited lass,� Sam said carefully and Jack snorted.

�What now?�

�She skewered the baker�s apprentice in the leg.�

�What?� Jack choked on his rum �was there something amiss with the bread?�

�Well apparently he said something insulting� Sam was grinning now �I never
really got to the bottom of it. Bella won�t say and young Jimmy isn�t talking,
I think she threatened him.�

�So do I need to visit Madame Miller and smooth things over?� Jack was tugging
at the braids in his beard frowning all the while.

�Tis all
taken care of Jack.�

Sam�s face was a little wary �and then there was the boat� he needed to tell
just enough to account for any rumours and yet not
too much, if Jack started asking questions, well it did not bear thinking about.

�The boat?� Jack�s hands were pulling at his hair now
and he was looking uneasy.

�Well she borrowed that boat of Anna Maria�s cept
Anna Maria�s Mama did not know that she was borrowing it and was going to shoot
her, she didn�t recognise that it was Bella see, she
was all decked out in her ship clothes and Anna Maria�s Mama thought that she
was some ruffian pirate.�

Jack buried his face in his hands �you are supposed to be keeping her safe and
out of mischief Sam, she�s a slip of a girl.�

�Tis easier said than done� Sam said ruefully �she
can fight as good as any in Tortuga and is a little touchy.�

Jack beamed rather proudly, �I taught her to fight� he frowned slightly �she
does have a nasty temper.�

� Aye Jack and she wants to see the things in the
stories that you have told her. All she talks about is when she is going to
sail on the Pearl.�

�Eh?� Jack raised his head a look of panic on his face �where did she get that
idea.�
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