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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
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Chapter Fourteen - Unwelcome News

�So it seems that you are not responding to my letter� Jack murmured.

�I have seen no letter Sparrow.�

�Well when it arrives I trust you will take into consideration that I was�� he
paused and grinned �a little irritated.�

�Of course� Norrington bowed his head.

Jack considered him for some minutes �so what do you want Commodore you seem to
be going to a great deal of trouble to speak to a mangy pirate.�

�Not so mangy I think Sparrow, I have seen some of your good works in the past
months, under different circumstances�� he studied the man in front of him and
gave a bemused smile �the Mother Superior sends her best by the way.�

Jack looked slightly embarrassed �don�t be telling anyone Commodore one has a
reputation to uphold.�

Norrington smiled, just slightly �I assure you that
your secret is safe with me.�

�And you are a man of your word� Jack nodded and took a sip of rum pushing the
bottle and glass that the barkeep had placed on the table in Norrington�s direction.

�Have a drink mate, think of it as being part of the disguise.� He waited until
Norrington had filled his glass. �Well nice though it
is to chat I am sure that you did not come all this way to engage in small talk
about the state of the Empire, so again I ask what do you want?�

Norrington looked around the room, pulled his chair
closer to Jack�s and began quietly talking. Jack leaned back tilting his chair
off the ground, idly tapping his glass, Spanish and English politics he should
have known, he had no use for this, he drifted off thinking about what needed
to be done to the Pearl before they sailed
his mind on flour and powder. Suddenly Norrington
said something that had his chair hitting the ground with a thump. He gave a
noise that sounded like a muffled yelp.

�Hold up mate, what did you just say?�

Commodore Norrington gave him a hard look, �The ship
was called the Santa Maria lost somewhere
between Spain and France, I was saying that
we were had heard rumours of this incident. That the
Spanish had been making enquiries�� he took a sip of his rum his eyes studying
Jack�s face over the rim of his glass.

Jack thought a few choice curses in his head before carefully assuming a
nonchalant smile and looking over at Norrington.

�And you would be thinking that I might know something of this wreck?�

�Well according to some of your�er� colleagues
currently availing themselves of the hospitality of Port Royal your father
picked up some survivors.�

Jack again silently cursed but this time it was his fellow pirates, he
scratched his cheek his face a picture of extreme thoughtfulness while his mind
raced, considering and discarding several options, �well I would have been
sailing with him then and I don�t recall anyone.�

�Are you sure Sparrow, perhaps this may jog your memory� Norrington
pushed a leather pouch across the table.

Jack flashed a grin and pocketed the clinking purse �well I seem to remember
something now, a small boat with a woman and child, the woman died not long
after rescue, the child was fostered in Tortuga but
died of a fever.�

�Pity� Norrington murmured.

�Aye� Jack agreed �so is that it then mate, I have
things to attend to�busy, busy you know the burdens of command.�

�I do� Norrington said softly �until our next meeting
then� he held out a hand and Jack gingerly took it, remembering the last time
that Norrington had shook his hand. It seemed that Norrington did too as he actually chuckled.

�You are not so bad Sparrow � for a pirate that is.�

Jack gave a smirk �same could be said for yourself, Commodore, I bid you
farewell�you will always remember this as the day...sorry force of habit� He
grinned and gave a mocking bow, twirled a hand, then tilted his head at Will
who got to his feet and staggered slightly before following his Captain out the
wooden door.

Miller came over to the table where James Norrington
sat studying the rum bottle. The Commodore looked up �he was hiding something
Miller, did you learn anything from Turner?�

�Nothing that relates to our current mission sir.�

Norrington looked sharply at Miller �so what did you
discuss then, you seemed to be talking quite cosily
over there�

Miller flushed and cleared his throat, �we were speaking of friends in Tortuga sir, William was
asking after folk.�

�Oh� Norrington did not press any further; he knew
who Will would have been asking after.

*

�Rouse the crew� Jack snapped as they strode down the street �we set sail as
soon as we have enough men to raise the sails.�

Will nodded almost running to keep up his mind not connecting what he had seen
with the sudden haste to sail �where are we heading Jack?�

�Tortuga� Jack spun around
pointing at a small child hawking pies �you, come over here.�

The boy edged over unsure of what the flamboyant man wanted �would you like a
pie� he asked his voice tremulous �they are very good�

�No son, I like to know what I am eating� Jack tousled the lads head �but here
take this to your mother� he plucked the leather pouch out of his coat pocket
and with an expression of distaste he dropped it into the child�s hand. He
rubbed his hands together then wiped them on the side of his coat.

The lad looked into it his eyes widening in disbelief at the gold coins that
glinted within.

�Sir� he tugged at Jack�s sleeve �who are you?�

�Captain Jack Sparrow, now make haste home to your mother.�

�Yes Captain Sparrow.� He tucked the pouch up under his shirt and scampered
down the street, pies abandoned, the gulls already edging closer.

�Tortuga� Wills expression
was baffled.

�Yes Tortuga� Jack stopped mid
stride and looked hard at Will �what is wrong with you� he peered into Will�s
face �you put away a goodly amount of rum back there.�

Will muttered something under his breath that Jack could not make out, he
stared at Will a moment then huffed out a breath �you were talking about that
bloody Elizabeth weren�t you, I thought this was behind you� he began waving
his hands and talking about ungrateful Englishwomen that thought that the life
of a pirate was filled with sunny days and romance. Not really listening to
what Will was trying to say he was in full voice when Will grabbed him by the
coat and spun him round to face him.

�She got married Jack, to some English Lord.�

Jack�s hands dropped to his side his eyes softening �I am sorry mate, truly
sorry� he said quietly.

*

�What is ailing Jack� Gibbs voice was low as he worked alongside Will to raise
yet more canvas, Jack kept shouting for more speed and the crew were working
feverishly, continually looking behind them, sure that someone must be pursuing,
but the horizon remained empty. Still Jack cursed and shouted stamping
backwards and forwards, continually peering at the horizon as he spun the wheel
catching every last breath of wind.

�He has not said� Will�s reply was abrupt and Gibbs looked at him then glanced
again at his Captain, Jack had barely spoken since they had left port, Will
seemed out of sorts as well. Whatever had happened in Petit Goave
had the whole crew stepping lightly around the both of them. The Captain seemed
determined to get the most speed possible out of the ship, when Gibbs had
queried an order he had said that they had plenty of warning before the mast
snapped under the weight, that the deck would buckle first. Gibbs had stared at
him his mouth opening then snapping shut when Jack glared.

�He is like a man possessed� Gibbs mumbled shaking his head �I have not seen
him like this since we went after the Pearl�

�Turner!� Jacks voice carried across the deck and Will threw the rope he had
been coiling to the ground.

�I am getting a little tired of secrets� he muttered under his breath then
raised his voice to call out �aye Jack?�

�Come up here and take the wheel.� He stomped past Will brushing against his
arm as he passed �I will be in my cabin, but don�t disturb me for anything less
than the devil herself�

*

Jack slammed the door of the his cabin and threw himself into his old chair, he
fitted into it perfectly, years of sitting studying charts had caused the chair
to mould to his form. Usually he sighed with contentment when he sat down here,
glass at hand to leaf through the old maps he had collected over the years. But
tonight he stared at them his eyes unseeing. The Santa Maria, his blood had run
cold when he had heard that name. That vessel had disappeared, mystery surrounded
her, and the official record had said no survivors. But there had been one, and
it seemed she was no longer safe in that big house high on the hill. There was
no way that he could get to Tortuga any faster, he
could only hope now.

*

It was the smell of smoke that woke Sam, that and the soft click of the gate.
Silently he crawled out of bed, on his belly he crept across the floor just
raising his head above the window ledge to cautiously peer out the window. He
could make out figures in the shadows and heard a voice murmuring, he could not
understand what they were saying. But the meaning was clear when the men raised
rifles to their shoulders. He dropped to the floor and crawled back to bed to
wake Maggie; he put his hand over her mouth and shook her shoulder. Her eyes
were wide with fear in the darkness.

�Maggie luv, we have to take the babe and get out of
the house. It is alight.� He saw the panic on her face and he decided against
mentioning the men with the guns.
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