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Deliverance	By : Bluemidget57 Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 7843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Deliverance
- 2-Elizabeth
- 3-will
- 4-Sand
- 5-Pearl
- 6-Journey
- 7-Cave
- 8-Ritual
- 9-Calypso
- 10-Return
- 11-Awake
- 12-Asleep
- 13-Reunion
- 14-Avoidance
- 15-Cabin
- 16-Jones
- 17-Tattoo
- 18-Irrevocable
- 9
- 10
- 11
Back to the end of Ch 7 briefly, to see how things are progressing on the Pearl.

Return

Even as Ragetti spoke, the column of white light which had been surrounding Elizabeth shimmered with a pulsing surge of energy and winked out of existence as if it had never been. There was nothing left but the chalked circle and some fragments of broken bottle scattered inside the outline of the symbol. The candles were melted into four puddles of wax, and the small wooden casket which had once contained the vials of potion was nothing more than a scorched lump of charcoal. Of Elizabeth herself, there was no sign, nor indication of where she might have been taken.
�Elizabeth -� Will howled, stumbling towards the empty space where his fiancée had most recently been trapped. His hands still restrained behind his back, he dropped to his knees within the circle she had inscribed. �Where is she - what happened?� He moaned, looking instinctively to Barbossa for an answer, and wishing immediately that he hadn�t, for the pirate captain looked equally stunned as he gazed down at the empty circle from his position behind the wheel. He realised now how Elizabeth must have felt, left behind on that island in the past, while this same man sailed away with Will himself; stranded, desperate and powerless to be of any help.
Barbossa had no time to respond to Will�s entreaties; the cliffs of World�s End were still far too close, and he needed the crew to take action for the Pearl�s safety before surrendering to doubt and worry.
�It must be part of the negotiating process,� he invented quickly. �Get to your posts, there. Our first priority is to keep the ship off those reefs. Move. Now. Someone release Mr Turner�s hands. You�ll be of no use to Jack Sparrow or Miss Elizabeth when she returns with him if we�ve run this ship aground!�
Accustomed to obeying Barbossa�s orders, Pintel and Ragetti immediately scrambled to do his bidding. Gibbs and Cotton exchanged glances with Will first, but on his defeated nod, Gibbs left to join Pintel and Cotton took a knife from his boot and cut Will�s hands free.
Shaking the stiffness out of his wrists, Will scrambled up into the rigging after Ragetti. Unfortunately, Barbossa was correct - there was nothing they could do to aid Elizabeth, and before they could think of lowering a longboat to row closer to the cliffs and conduct a physical search, they had to get the Pearl anchored well clear of any submerged dangers.
This was not as easy as it sounded; the edifice in front of them kept shifting position, as if it were sentient and deliberately trying to sabotage their efforts to retreat into deeper waters. Finally, with a weary sigh, Barbossa declared that he thought it safe to drop anchor, and the tired crew let out the line with relief.
Drained from the hours of avoiding World�s End, Will did not have as much fight in him as he had when they first discovered Elizabeth�s disappearance. �What now, Barbossa?� he asked wearily. �Can we take a boat and search for her?�
Will did not know why he was deferring to the pirate; he had every intention of commandeering a boat and rowing off alone if the man replied in the negative, but so far on this voyage, Barbossa had guided them soundly, leading them to their destination and returning this ship to them. Will found that oddly he would prefer to have the older man�s support than his dissention.
��Tis not a wise thing to be randomly appearing invading a place such as this,� Barbossa began cautioning him. �There�s powerful beings reside in these mystical places, who don�t take kindly to uninvited guests. The young Missy was prepared for her audience by Miss Dalma, gave her a calling card, as it were. Might put Jack Sparrow and your young lady in jeopardy if you dash off recklessly and interfere with the whole process. Impulsive like your Pa, you are. Don�t like to think things through and come to a wise conclusion. If you don�t restrain that imprudent streak in you boy, you�ll end up in an early grave, mark my words.�
Will ground his teeth; he hated to admit that Barbossa was probably right. �We can�t just do nothing!� He gritted out. �Elizabeth is in danger. We have to help.�
�Miss Turner is in far less danger than you would be, were I to let you proceed with this foolhardy scheme to get yourself killed.� Barbossa said flatly. �I am quite convinced of that, if nothing else.�
�Uh - Cap�n,� Ragetti began uncomfortably, gazing at the sky overhead. Barbossa ignored him, intent on the unspoken battle of wills which was raging between himself and young Will Turner. Gibbs and Cotton stared worriedly at each other, also seeing the storm clouds manifesting themselves with unnatural speed overhead.
�Will, Barbossa. Stop it,� Gibbs called finally. �Weather�s changing - right quick, too. Storm�s brewing.� The two men paused in their glaring match and glanced at the sky, which was indeed turning a dark and threatening gray, thunder clouds rolling in from where the granite cliffs of World�s End had previously loomed.
Will stared, confused. �Where did it go?� He asked, beginning to panic. Not one of them had noticed when the enormous rock-bound island disappeared, but there was no doubt that it was gone, taking Elizabeth and their hope of recovering the Captain with it - nothing lay before them but churning gray seas in every direction. Lightning cut through the murky sky, crackling with menace, each strike traveling closer to the anchored ship.
It was as if they were paralysed; not one of them moved to save the ship, and then it was too late, for the next crack of lightning which was a bright blue, struck directly onto the deck of the Pearl, making the crew wince and cover their eyes. It became strangely silent afterwards, and the smell of charred timber rose to their senses.
Will opened his eyes, and checked that the ship was not on fire, until a soft moan of pain made him spin around to face the spot where they had lost Elizabeth, finding to his absolute astonishment and joy that the sound had come from his fiancée herself, miraculously returned to the last place he had seen her. She was sprawled awkwardly in a heap on the deck, soaking wet and white as a sheet. Her limbs looked to be bent at an unnatural angle, and Will immediately feared that something may have been broken. �Elizabeth -� he breathed reverently, still unable to make his frozen legs move towards her. Oddly enough, the sky appeared to be brightening up again, the storm moved on.
The other crew spun round as he spoke, ready to set his priorities straight, but they also came to a halt at the sight of the young woman returned to them. Elizabeth opened her eyes at Will�s voice, a surge of relief and accomplishment flowing through her. She was back on board the Pearl, and the Guardian had given Jack a second chance. She hadn�t failed them after all; if only she could find the strength to get up. �Will,� she gasped out weakly, trying to reach her hand to him, but even that effort was too much.
It did however, galvanize Gibbs into action. Breaking out of his stupor, he bounded forward to help her, with Will hot on his heels. As they neared the collapsed girl, Will could see why it appeared that Elizabeth�s arms and legs were twisted at odd angles to her body. By whatever miracle she had managed to achieve, she had landed back on the ship mostly wrapped around Captain Jack Sparrow, and it was the pirate�s legs which Will had mistaken for Elizabeth�s, twisted and broken.
�Blessed Virgin. She did it. She did it, Barbossa!� Gibbs yelled up to the quarterdeck, where Barbossa was still watching the receding storm with suspicion.
Staking his claim as her fiancée, Will stepped forward and lifted Elizabeth into his arms, whilst the rest of the crew hovered over Jack, shocked by his appearance. If Elizabeth looked the worse for wear from her ordeal, then the Captain seemed to be hovering at death�s door. Gibbs gasped at the ugly wound in his shoulder, and swept his eyes worriedly over the rest of Jack�s body, cataloguing the extent of damage to their Captain.
�Elizabeth, are you alright?� Will asked worriedly as he held her close to him, reveling in the weakness that prevented her from pushing away from him as she had so often during this journey.
�I am now,� she replied tiredly. �It worked, Will. What Tia Dalma gave me worked.� She gave him a smile, which despite her exhaustion lit her face up so that she appeared to Will more beautiful than she had ever been. He couldn�t resist brushing a soft kiss over her lips, which she did not return, but did not reject.
�Is he going to be alright,� she asked then, her head turning back to the fallen Captain. �Let me down, Will,� she added. �I have to see to Jack.� She took a deep breath as if bracing herself, and waited for Will to comply.
When he did not immediately release her, she pushed on his shoulder. Gibbs and Will locked eyes over the top of her head, and Gibbs answered her. �Miss Elizabeth, he don�t look in a good way, and that�s the honest truth. We need to be cleaning out that wound and getting him into some dry clothes. You don�t look like you�ve got the strength of a fly in you right now, and you�re soaked to the bone, too.�
Elizabeth struggled ineffectively in Will�s grasp; she didn�t want to admit to how weak she felt even though it was nothing less than the truth. �No,� she moaned in anguish, when she couldn�t budge his grip. �I have to do something. Please Mr Gibbs, don�t send me away, now.�
Gibbs smiled at her kindly. �You�ve done more than we could have ever hoped, Miss Elizabeth,� he said happily. �You�ve brought Jack Sparrow back to us. Let us take over now, and get some rest. Let Will bring you below, and get yourself out of those wet clothes before you take a fever. We�ll get Jack dried off and take a look at his injuries, then maybe you can watch over him while we get away from this place.�
Elizabeth looked as if she wanted to protest, but her failed attempts to break away from Will had shown her that she really didn�t have the strength or the energy to fight with the crew at this moment. So even though it felt like an actual physical pain to be away from him, she left Jack to the mercies of his crew and allowed Will to carry her below decks to the sleeping quarters, where he left her reluctantly to dry and change after she repeatedly assured him that yes, she was capable of standing on her own two feet, and no she didn�t need him to hold her up.
Changing her clothes took a lot more out of her than she had expected, and she had to sit for a good fifteen minutes after she was dressed in warm, dry breeches, shirt and waistcoat before she could summon the energy to navigate the stairs back up to the main deck, and make her way slowly across to the Captain�s cabin where she had slept the previous night in Jack�s bed, imagining him doing all sorts of delicious things to her body; things which could possibly become more than imagination now that he was back, alive.
She filled this recuperating time by studying a small packet of herbs which Tia Dalma had pressed into her palm with a sly wink, as they boarded the Dragonfly on the morning of their departure, along with the instructions to chew a handful daily after she had rescued Jack. There had been no explanation other than this, and with the mission seemingly successfully completed, Elizabeth suddenly wondered what purpose the herbs served. She could have understood if Tia had directed her to give them to Jack, especially considering the injuries he had sustained, but Tia Dalma had laughed delightedly when Elizabeth suggested that, and patted her hand affectionately, telling her they would do no good to Jack at all. Finally deciding that Tia had not yet steered her wrong, Elizabeth measured out a portion of the herbs and chewed the bitter leaves reluctantly before she ascended.
She entered the cabin without knocking, unwilling to give anyone the chance to turn her away. She rested in the doorway, drinking in the sight of Captain Jack Sparrow, no more than ten feet away from her, back where he belonged, on his ship. Gibbs and Cotton were still hovering over his bed and he obviously hadn�t regained consciousness since they landed back on the Pearl, but he did look cleaner and not quite so pale as he had before.
�I don�t like the look of that shoulder wound,� Gibbs was muttering as Elizabeth listened. �It will need cleaning regular. Wish the witch�d given us some healing salves. Me doctorin� skills ain�t up to this kind of injury.�
Elizabeth swayed as she stepped fully into the room. �We are not losing him now!� She hissed at the men. �I won�t let him go back there again.� She stumbled across the room to Jack�s bedside and Cotton quickly planted a chair behind her which she collapsed onto gratefully. He and Gibbs had managed to change Jack into a pair of cleanish brown breeches, and a worn cotton shirt. The river water in which she found him had cleansed a lot of the dirt from his face and hair, and the men had managed to finish the job adequately. A lumpy bulge on his left shoulder told Elizabeth that Gibbs had placed a dressing over the wound that worried him most, and a bandage was wound around his right leg, over a cut which she hadn�t seen before because he had been submerged in the river from the hips down. He looked different without the kohl painted around his eyes, which had obviously been wiped off in the cleaning process, and the red bandana was gone showing a pale line where the sun had not reached.
Despite the sorry state of the pair of them, Elizabeth could feel heat coiling low in her belly, creeping downwards to settle where the seam of her breeches pressed between her legs, and was ashamed that even with Jack laying so sick in his bed, the sight of him still had the power to make her stomach turn somersaults and her heartbeat pick up. She gazed spellbound at his face; he really had the longest eyelashes of any man she had ever met, and his nose - it was just the most beautiful nose she had ever seen.
Awake, Jack Sparrow was in constant motion; it was a treat - albeit one she would have preferred to do without - for Elizabeth to be able to study him like this - passive and at rest. He was truly the most stunning man she had ever laid eyes on; his physical beauty carelessly made lie of his profession. In an environment where the depravations, hardships and dissolute lifestyle rapidly left their stamp on a man�s features, Jack Sparrow was an anomaly; the honest thief, the noble rascal - he had the largest personality she had ever encountered, yet he was not a big man; both Will and Barbossa topped him by several inches but it was to Jack that one looked whenever he was present. He commanded the attention of everyone around him, and Elizabeth still could not understand how Barbossa had persuaded the crew to mutiny against him.
It was a good thing the pirate chose this exact moment to enter the cabin, because Elizabeth was teetering on the very edge of hurling herself at Jack�s unconscious form and pouring out her heart to his deaf ears. Barbossa�s hand descended on her shoulder, and he stared down at their patient thoughtfully. �You�ve done well, Miss Turner,� he said. �But now he�s all patched up, we must set sail back to the Dragonfly, and get away from these waters. Mr Gibbs, Mr Cotton - back to your posts. Miss Turner here can provide care for Jack until we�re clear of this place.�
Gibbs showed Elizabeth the pile of dressings he had put out for Jack�s shoulder, and told her to clean the wound with a solution of water and vinegar that he had made up, every time she changed the bandage. He still looked worried when he followed Barbossa back out of the cabin. Elizabeth looked almost as drained as the Captain, and he wasn�t sure if she could stay awake long enough to complete the task.
When they had all left and Elizabeth was finally alone with Jack, she dragged the chair that Cotton had provided closer to his bed so that the legs were touching the bed frame, and leant over to take his hand in both of hers.
�Jack,� she whispered, �I was wrong. I�m so sorry, but I came back for you. I hope that counts for something when you wake up and remember what I did.� She felt the motion as the Black Pearl began moving again. �We�re on our way back now - there�s another ship waiting for us about a day�s journey from here. You�re on the Pearl. We had some help raising her from the deep, but you�ll see for yourself when you wake up. You�re free of Jones too, now. He was there with me in that place where you were being kept, but you passed out before he arrived. They told him he couldn�t have you - he was trying to get you back, too; he was too hasty in sending the Kraken after you and still needed you for something. But they told him he�d already released you, and he couldn�t invoke the contract again. So, no more Kraken after you - you�re free again - unless you�ve made any more dangerous deals with other sea demons, that I don�t know about.�
She sighed and rubbed Jack�s rings absently. �Turns out that woman who was there - she�s the one that Jones cut his heart out for. She could change herself into other people; I think she turned into your father and really provoked Jones. But I don�t know what happened after that - I got sent back here with you, just after he recognised her.� Elizabeth carried on relentlessly as the Pearl sailed back towards the Dragonfly, talking to Jack, telling him what had happened since the Kraken took him.
He seemed no closer to regaining consciousness than he had when they first dropped back to deck, and she couldn�t help but feel aggravated at how the Guardian had chosen to return them. All that spinning followed by a fall from the sky was sure to have compounded the damage sustained by Jack.
Will came and peeked in the cabin once or twice during the day to check on them both, and then retreated on hearing her low voice talking to Jack - complaining about Cotton�s feet one time, and warning him that all the fresh food had been more or less used up; no apples at all, she had concluded with a snigger.
Will wasn�t sure what he had expected to see or hear as he spied on his fiancée and Jack Sparrow�s unconscious and injured body, but he was reassured anyway at the generality of her dialogue, and he managed to convince himself quite conveniently now that he knew of her wicked deed with the shackles, that her odd behaviour since Jack and the Pearl were lost was due to her guilt over that, and not a change in her affections.
She was obviously trying desperately to make reparation to Jack, despite his unconsciousness, and aside from all that she was definitely not Jack�s type of woman at all. The pirate clearly preferred the flashy, floozy breed of female who inhabited the dockland areas of harbour towns; women who had no expectations of permanence and believed none of his flirtatious blandishments.
Indeed, by the time Will returned to his post after his second visit to the cabin, he was quite blissfully convinced that he had reconciled the whole sorry episode to his full satisfaction. It was a lot easier to forgive Elizabeth for her murderous, piratical behaviour when the victim of her crime was laying asleep just ten feet away; not in the best of health, admittedly - but also certainly not dead. Anymore.
He wasn�t entirely sure that Jack would forgive Elizabeth anyway. After all, hadn�t he carried a grudge against Barbossa for ten years - and for a far lesser offense. Although he did feel somewhat confident that Jack would not try to exact any retribution on Elizabeth, for she had gone to tremendous lengths to rescue him - they all had, but Elizabeth more than any. Jack would doubtless keep out of her way until he could deposit them both back at the nearest convenient port, and then they could begin planning how to rescue his father from the Flying Dutchman.
Will would have dearly liked the intimidation of chasing after Davy Jones in the Black Pearl, his annoyance at seeing her raised from the depths again, against his will. But with Jack and Barbossa likely to be entered into a pitched battle over who had the right to her, Will reconciled himself to settling for the Dragonfly. It seemed like a nice neat solution to all their problems. If Jack and Barbossa were too busy arguing over the Captaincy of one ship, he and Elizabeth should be able to slip off quite nicely, thank you - with the other one.
In his enthusiastic planning he overlooked the fact that Barbossa had already ceded the Captain�s cabin to Jack, and even if he had considered it, he would have no doubt managed to convince himself that it was solely due to the younger man�s injuries, and the crew�s understandable assumption that it was where Jack should be laid to recuperate.
By the time they could see the Dragonfly in the far distance through the spyglass, Barbossa had turned the wheel over to Cotton, and made his way down the steps and into the cabin to check on the nurse and her charge.
Elizabeth was still sitting in her chair, awake but certainly drooping. There was a pile of bloodied bandages on the floor at her feet and the room smelled of vinegar and rum. She had obviously changed Jack�s dressing more than once since she had been left there with him.
�How fares the patient, Miss Turner?� Barbossa enquired, coming up behind her to examine Jack over her left shoulder.
Elizabeth rolled her neck and rubbed her eyes with her knuckles before answering him. �There�s no change, really. He hasn�t woken, even when I changed the bandage, but he doesn�t seem any worse either. His fever hasn�t risen, and the wound is still weeping slowly. I hope that all he needs to heal is sleep and not to be disturbed again.� She looked suspiciously back at Barbossa, her distrust of him taking a moment to infiltrate her mind in her current state of exhaustion. �Why do you care anyway?� She tacked on sleepily, without true aggression.
�Well, of course you�re right, Miss Turner. I don�t care in the least. However, I was put in charge of this mission, and I take my responsibilities seriously. I intend to discharge my obligations, and do what must be done to ensure that there is no repeat 0f our last encounter. I am quite sure you can appreciate my feelings on that matter.�
Elizabeth sighed. She was far too exhausted to enter into an unnecessary debate with the older man. Although she had slept quite well the night before apart from the heated and explicit dreams she had experienced - she felt as drained as if she had been awake for a week. The residual effects of the magic she had channeled this morning were unlike any other fatigue she had ever felt. Her insides felt as if they had been flattened, and her limbs seemed to be floating around just a couple of inches off to the side of where she could see they actually were. It was very disconcerting, and had made tending to Jack an extremely laborious affair, as her hands didn�t seem to be obeying the directions her brain was sending, and she had to overcompensate for every motion she made.
With uncharacteristic sympathy, Barbossa patted her shoulder. �Keep on doing what you have, Miss Turner. I will send Gibbs back to take a turn when we reach the Dragonfly. We have her in our sights now, so it shouldn�t be too much longer.�
Elizabeth favored him with a weak smile. �Thank you, but this is my responsibility. I need to see it through to the end. I�ll rest when he�s awake and on the mend.�
Barbossa turned in the doorway and eyed her thoughtfully. �Very well, Miss Turner,� he agreed. There was no harm in checking on the girl, and if he didn�t mistake the matter, she would be passed out from exhaustion and not know about it until after the event anyway. He whistled for Jack the monkey, and made his way down to the hold, intent on finding something stiff to drink. He felt that after the past few days, he deserved a reward for his forbearance and patience around Sparrow�s motley band of rescuers. Really, the unpredictable Miss Turner was the only one of them worthy of his attention, and even she was far too immersed in her conflicting emotions over the Captain and her erstwhile fiancé to be a good companion.
Little more than an hour later, they were in hailing distance of the Dragonfly, and they dropped anchor soon after beside the smaller vessel. Marty was waving to them in excited relief, unable to believe that they were returned with such speed, for it had after all been little more than forty eight hours since the two ships parted ways - even if to the crew of the Pearl, it seemed far longer.
After the boarding planks had been laid between the two ships, and Marty had been reassured that Jack was aboard, Will announced somewhat belligerently that he was going to make Elizabeth take a rest from watching over Jack, staring at Barbossa as if he was hoping for a fight. However, Barbossa merely nodded and told Gibbs to accompany him and take the next shift.
When they entered the cabin, they found Elizabeth slumped forward in the chair with her head resting on the edge of the mattress, obviously having been unable to combat her exhaustion any longer despite her determination not to succumb before Jack awoke.
�Poor lass,� Gibbs said worriedly. �Puts an unnatural strain on the body and the spirit it does, messing with all that dangerous magical stuff. Best lay her down; she don�t look real comfortable like that.�
�I�ll take her below,� Will said, striding over to Elizabeth, but Gibbs shook his head.
�No, Will,� he protested. �A hammock�s not the place for her after what she�s done today. Jack has a right nice couch behind his desk. We�ll move her there, then I can keep an eye on both of them.�
Will looked as if he wanted to argue - he did want to - but there was logic in Gibbs� words. He just felt that Elizabeth had already expended far too much effort on Jack�s behalf, and he really wanted to get her as far away as possible from the older man�s influence as soon as he could. Although he had expressed his doubts about how well Jack would react to Elizabeth when he awoke, given what she had done to him, there was obviously some small part inside him that wasn�t entirely convinced by his own argument.
Common sense prevailed however, and he picked her up carefully, carrying her limp body over to the couch that Gibbs had indicated. She made a soft whimpering sound, but showed no sign otherwise of waking up.
Will sat in Jack�s desk chair and watched Elizabeth sleep for a while. Gibbs was cleaning himself up before taking a look at Jack�s injury. He moved reluctantly to check how bad it was when he heard Gibbs� hiss of displeasure, and winced himself on seeing how deep and sore it still looked. He had not been in the cabin when Jack was first dried off and cleaned up, and this was his first real sight of the Kraken�s work.
�Nasty,� he said feelingly as Gibbs dabbed around the hole with a wet cloth, cleaning away the dried, crusted blood from Jack�s shoulder, and leaning over to see if the skin was knitting back together at all.
�I think I might leave the bandage off,� Gibbs said thoughtfully. �Might help to have the air get to it. Just for a couple of hours, anyway. You should go back on deck, Will. You�ll be needed with me in here for the while.�
This was undeniably true, and with Elizabeth obviously sleeping the sleep of the chronically exhausted, Will had no excuse to stay. He went over once more to check that Elizabeth was in the most comfortable position possible, and left the cabin to Gibbs and his fussing.
There was more grumbling going on above decks. Just as they had been two days previously, Barbossa and the crew were again debating about how to disperse the men between the two ships, and whether to sail back in the same direction they had come.
Marty had explained that all of a sudden the lingering yellow fog suddenly began to swirl around like a tornado, drawing in on itself until it twisted right up off the surface of the ocean and disappeared with a loud crack into the sky. After much discussion and disagreement, they concluded that this dissolution of the phenomenon had occurred, as simultaneously as they could determine, with the exact moment that Jack and Elizabeth had been deposited back on the deck of the Pearl. Although the disappearance of the mist was actually a good thing, the ongoing sequence of coincidence made the superstitious Ragetti, Pintel and even Marty, more nervous than ever of sailing where it had previously lain.
The men who had sailed on the Pearl to save Jack were all tired from the long journey completed without sufficient breaks for resting, and although Will did not particularly hold Barbossa in any esteem, be couldn�t help but sympathise with the Captain, having to deal with a crew half of whom didn�t trust him, and the other half who didn�t understand him.
Finally losing his patience, Barbossa beckoned four of the native sailors over to the Black Pearl and told those remaining on the smaller ship that they would never see their relatives again, if they didn�t follow the Pearl wherever she set a heading. They would rest for four hours, Barbossa decreed, and then the voyage back would begin. Pintel was to take the next watch over Jack, followed by Cotton. With that, he called to the monkey and disappeared below decks, presumably to sleep himself.
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Many thanks to the repeat reviewers, who have gone through some name changes since the beginning. This chapter is especially for you. Like it? Hate it? End up here by mistake looking for knitting patterns? Let me know�.
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