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Chapter Thirteen - Strange Crew
It was morning, Jack stretched like a cat, pink tongue
curling in his mouth as he yawned. He studied the ceiling above, the plaster
was peeling and it was sagging, idly he wondered how long it would be before it
collapsed on the hapless occupants of the bed below.
“Jack” the woman beside him rolled over and rested her chin on his chest.
“Mmmmm” he replied his eyes sliding over her naked
form.
She smiled a wicked glint in her eyes and began to softly trail her fingers
over his chest.
“When are you sailing again my love?” she murmured as her fingers slipped lower
over his belly.
“A few days yet, we have to provision and the crew need a little time to relax”
his breath caught as her clever fingers worked their magic on him and he
trailed one hand across her naked shoulder.
“Good” she replied “it has been too long since you last made your way back to
me.”
“But I did make it back Lucy; I told you I would return…”
“You did” the sly smile returned “but I would wager you say that to all your
girls.”
Jack looked slightly sheepish and she gave a throaty laugh “come here Jack or
should I say Captain” her hand tightened on him and he pulled her face towards
his, grinning as their lips met.
*
The late morning sun streamed through the tavern windows as Will leaned back in
his chair surveying his well worn boots resting on the table in front of him,
“Too much” he announced bluntly to the merchant who stood before him “I am not
drunk so perhaps you should reconsider your price” he fixed the man with a hard
stare “you are not the son of a pirate are you?”
“No sir, my father was a merchant as was his father before.”
“Your mother then” Will grinned and raised an eyebrow
suggestively.
“I beg your pardon” the man began to splutter indignantly.
Will pushed a glass in his direction “no offence intended to your good mother,
I just figured that with prices like that there must be pirate blood in your
family”
“No thank you Mr Turner, that is my price, good day
to you” the merchant stalked away his back stiff.
“Two hours and he will be back” Jack spoke from where he had been leaning in
the doorway “sorry I am late, was a little distracted.”
Will gave a laugh “she was pretty”
“Very”
“She had a pretty friend but I noticed that you left?” Jack gave Will a hard
look.
He shrugged, “I came back later but you were gone...”
“ahhh well had matters to
attend to” Jack polished his nails on his coat “so you went looking for your
old mate did you?”
Will looked swiftly at Jack imagining his reaction if
he knew that ‘the old mate’ was his own sister. Truth was that he had gone down
to the wharf to find the Silver Gull, Nick had told him that was the vessel
that the girl called Bella sailed on. He had arrived in time to watch the crew
pull up anchor and raise the sails, gliding out of the harbour
in the wavering moonlight. He had sat on the dock watching her lights becoming
smaller and smaller, what for he did not know. She was long vanished from sight
and the ocean was a smooth expanse of black before Will decided it was time to
return to the tavern and another meaningless encounter that satisfied physical
wants. There had been many of these since he had left Port Royal and he knew now
that the softest lips, the creamiest skin was but a momentary distraction, he
had tried drinking the memories away and now he attempted to smother them with
love, though that was not really the right word for it.
“No needed some air before meeting Cassie”
One of Jack’s eyebrows shot up “and that would be Cassie formerly of Tortuga would it?”
“Aye the very same.”
Jack did a slow walk around Will’s table studying him all the while “Then I am
somewhat surprised to see you here so early, that Cassie she is hard to get
away from once she has you in her bed.”
Will looked down at his feet a sly smile playing on
his lips “well I sneaked out while she was sleeping.”
“William, William, William have you learnt nothing in all these years, sneaking
only leads to slapped faces next time you meet.”
“So you did deserve it..” in spite of his annoyance
with Jack’s secrets he laughed and shook his head, “I always wondered..”
Jack pulled up a chair and poured himself a glass of rum. “So
anyone wanting to sail with us?”
“There are a couple of fellows waiting to talk with you” Will motioned with his head to the other side of the bar where
two men sat in the shadows their backs facing the room. “According to the
barkeep they only want to speak to Jack Sparrow.”
“Really” Jack turned his head and looked hard at the two cloaked men in the
corner their faces hidden by the hats that they wore pulled low on their heads.
He raised his voice “you two, if you want to speak with Captain Jack Sparrow
best you come over here now.”
There was a scraping of chairs and the pair rose and slowly made their way
across the room, heads down and faces in shadow. They sat in the chairs that
Will indicated and the taller of them pushed his hat back from his head and
looked up.
“Captain Jack Sparrow, so nice to see you again.”
“Norrington?” Jack choked on his rum “My the postal service has improved.”
Commodore James Norrington stared at him blankly.
“Never mind” Jack muttered “you had to have been there..” he nodded at Norrington “I am not sure if you are pirate material” he
gave the Commodore an insulting once over “but as an old friend I am sure that
we can find a place for you.”
Norrington’s lip curled “Don’t be pathetic Sparrow we
are not wishing to join your crew; I need to speak with you, alone.”
There was a long pause and then Jack nodded.
“I will wait over here Jack” at his Captain’s nod Will went to sit at the other
side of the room.
“You too Miller” Norrington gestured at his second in
command.
“But Commodore…who will aid..”
Norrington calmly interrupted “That is an order
Miller.”
Miller stared at him for a long moment then went to join Will, the two of them
sitting in an uncomfortable silence.
Will gestured at the bartender and he bought over a bottle of rum and two
glasses, taking the coins that Will slid over the table he bit them quickly
then pocketed them in the dirty leather apron tied about his waist. Will poured rum into each glass and pushed one towards Miller.
“So how are you Thomas, you have had a promotion I see.”
The other man tried not to meet his eye ignoring the rum, looking everywhere
but at Will before finally sighing and taking the glass.
“I am well William” he took a gulp of the golden liquor and gave a swiftly
muted splutter as it burned down his throat. “I was hoping that you had not
joined him, hoping that the rumours were just that.”
He looked up at Will “why? You had everything to look forward to, marriage to Elizabeth, your own home and
business, why did you throw that all away?”
Will ignored the question, not wishing to speak about the things that had passed
between him and the Governors daughter. Let Miller think that it was him that
had willingly chosen this path.
“How is she?” he asked a wistful note in his voice, wanting but also not
wanting to know.
“Do you not know?” Johnson pulled at his collar “well of course you would not,
it has only just happened.”
Fear curled in Will’s stomach, something had happened to Elizabeth, “What is it, tell
me” he demanded his hand clenched around his glass.
“She has married, to the son of a family friend, she went to England for a visit, and
they were married last month. The wedding was very grand; she is the Lady
Elizabeth now.”
Will watched his fingers loosen their grip, it was as
if they belonged to someone else. He felt like he was observing from above,
clinically noting the last little vestiges of hope dying. Elizabeth was lost to him
forever. He has always had some faint dream that she would realise
that she did love him and that they could overcome what had seemed
insurmountable to her. He tossed the rum down his throat and poured another
shot.
“You want some more?” he asked Thomas, not waiting for a reply but topping up
the glass that rested in the hand of the man who had once been his friend.
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