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[Chapter Fifteen: The Redcoats]
�[Brit
soldiers, by God! Dozen o� so! Comin� up the yard and head�d here!]�
Jack knew
immediately that something was amiss when Maren�s gaze darted upward, gasping
in shock. �Do�n tell me, let me guess,�
his palms were haltingly held up, �Some daft emergency requires our immediate
and absolute distraction, thereby, yet �gain preventin� me from fornicatin�
with ye.�
�Aye,
emergency all right,� she added, glaring, �and we were [not] goin� to
fornicate!�
�Ye tell
yerself that dear,� he muttered then begrudgingly got off the floor to stand,
�What�s the disaster this time?
Possession? Barbossa? I do�n look like a skeleton �gain, do
I? Honestly, I do�n see what all the
fuss was �bout, fanci�d it a good look for me really. It has a certain style one must concede.� To prove his statement, Jack struck a
careless pose, hands on hip and hip cocked to the side.
Frustrated,
Maren barked, �Kristy says a dozen English soldiers be skippin� up the walkway
this very moment, so get off it already and do somethin�!�
If ever
there was an occasion that Jack didn�t need to be told twice!
Swearing
under his breath, he roughly grabbed Maren by the wrist and pulled her along
behind him, out of the room and into the hallway. She found herself dragging behind his hurried strides before he
tossed her towards the Turners� bedroom, �Wake up the whelp and whelpett, tell
them to hurry �fore this gets ugly.�
Flustered
and breathless, Maren called out after his retreating figure, �But where are ye
goin�?�
�To fetch
me pistol and sword,� he bellowed over his shoulder and disappeared down the
hall. Maren felt this statement to be
so ominous that had a well-timed thunderclap boomed in the distance Maren would
not have been the least bit surprised, but the clear Caribbean sky was
contrarily clear.
However,
the sudden explosion of violent rapping on the front door more than made up for
the atmospheric lack of dramatics. From
outside, Maren could hear the animated shouting of many men. They had arrived and time was running out
fast!
�Whelp-I
mean, Will!� Maren skidded to a halt at the bedroom door and bombarded the
solid wood with her fists, �Elizabeth!
Wake, up hurry! We got trouble!�
Muffled
shuffling and mutterings were all that answered her at first. Ever resilient, Kristy stuck her head
through the door and laughed, �[Thems a tad busy.]� She whistled, impressed, and waggled her eyebrows while, Maren gulped
nervously, embarrassed for all their sakes�.
Finally,
Elizabeth raised her voice, it was a tad breathless to tell the truth, �Is this
an absolute necessity, Maren? We
are�preoccupied at the moment.� In the
distance, Maren heard Jack stomping down the stairs, colorful curses exhaled as
if they were breaths of air.
Her blue
eyes rolled, sarcasm dripping �Shall I tell the Brit soldiers breaking down the
door to come back when ye�ve finish�d yer snog then?�
�Soldiers?�
Will�s clipped tones rose up followed by a mumbled vulgarity that even the
bawdy Kristy was impressed with. The
thumping of his hastened bare-footsteps sounded on the wood floor and the door
was thrown open, revealing the master of the house nude from the waist up with
a satin sheet wrapped in mock-modesty around his vibrant hips. This young man could have been sculpted from
the marble of Michelangelo, he�s physique was so extraordinarily perfect. Screeching in excitement, Kristy threw her
arms in the air and cheered.
Startled by
the appearance of yet another naked man, (two delicious specimens in one night,
what luck) Maren squeaked and covered her face. Through the gaps in her fingers, the red of her face glowed as
bright as a star. �Aye, soldiers, in a
tizzy too,� her muffled voice hid behind her hands.
�Goodness�
sake Will, at least put on your trousers,� behind him, Elizabeth spoke, also
donning a satin sheet to cover herself.
�What do
they want?� Will pressed, his eyes severe.
For a
moment, Maren was about to scathingly retort that the answer should be
blatantly obvious enough to any fool, however, on second thought, Will seemed
to bring up an excellent, if somewhat a very simple, point. �Kritsy, what [are] they here for?� speaking
outloud, Maren ponderingly cocked her head.
�[How the
devil am I suppos�d to know?]� defensively, the ghost flailed her fists about,
�[I be dead! Not like a can mosey on
over to one o� them buggerin� blokes and say, �Pardon me, me good man, but may
I ask as to the purpose o� this fine visit?�
Bloody hell, what ye expect from me, a written inquiry?]�
�Oooh�shit,�
Maren mouth struggled with her expressive words as her mind struggled
indecisively with what course of action to take. Holding up her finger to the sheet-wearing Will and Elizabeth, she
hastily decided, �Jack might be fixin� to do somehtin� really stupid and I
should probably go and stop him.� With
a quick nod goodbye, Maren sprinted across the hall, down the stairs, and to
the landing, staring skeptically at the quaking door before her, which shook
from the force pounding beyond it.
Suddenly,
Jack appeared dressed in his full regalia, effects secure about his
person. �We might be escapin� out the
cellar,� he glared pointedly and resentfully at the door, �Did Kristy perhaps
mention if the redcoats had us surround�d yet?�
�Jack, I
do�n think they be here for ye.�
�What?� in
an odd way, Jack felt his pride bristle, ergo he snipped, �Do�n be daft woman,
what the hell else would they be here for?�
Maren
snipped right back, �Damn�d if I know, but I figure, ifen [you] were the one
huntin� down the most notorious pirate presently sailin� the seven seas,�
grinning pleasantly, Jack laid a flamboyant hand upon his chest and blinked
innocently, �would ye not attempt a more [stealthy] approach? Bangin� on that door for eternities on end
aint exactly what I�d be callin� a �surprise attack�!�
Stillness,
except for the incessant shouts and pounding, reined as Jack absorbed this new
information.
�[Oh
yeah�good point.]�
�Good
point,� Jack and Kristy nodded enthusiastically, unaware they did so in
unison.
Suddenly,
the chorus of chaos outside the oak door ceased and an eerie silence rang out
only to be interrupted by a genteel voice, authoritative and prominent, �This
is Commodore Norrington of the King�s Navy.
Open this door, I say!�
With grand
resolve, Jack definitively drew his pistol and aimed smiling at the door. �No!� hissing, Maren tugged his arm down,
�Ye bloody lunatic, ye [want] to hang from the gallows come mornin�? Let me handle this Jack, they do�n know me.�
�Ye?�
incredulously, Jack�s eyebrows shot up, wrinkling his forehead, �What ye aimin�
to do, eh? Serve �em drinks o� contact
their dead mothers?�
�I�m aimin�
to fuckin� [talk] to them Jack! Ask
them what all this,� she waved frantically at the door, �is �bout!�
�O�
perhaps,� Jack grabbed her when Maren attempted to make a start towards the
door and tugged her roughly back.
Swiftly, Maren was subjected to the [stare], �ye might be plannin� on
turnin� ole Cap�n Sparrow over to the authorities and reaping the generous
rewards.�
Puffing up
with indignation, Maren bit, �Ye insinuatin� that I�d turn traitor.�
�Well,
�fresh me memory Maren-me-dove,� Jack�s hands danced about his head, �was�n it
this very mornin� ye point�d a pistol at me head and later escap�d to alert the
guard of the Pearl�s presence.�
�That was
�fore!�
��Fore what
exactly?�
��Fore-,�
Maren was dangerously close to divulging her affection for him and screaming at
the top of her lungs �fore I lov�d ye�, but somehow contained her composure,
�-�fore I made me own choice and gave me word.�
�I�m not
big on faith, luv, why should I trust ye with me life?� this was a rhetorical
question and, honestly, Jack hadn�t expected any sort of answer.
��Cause�ye
owe me a backrub,� and, to add a perfect punctuation to her collateral, Maren
tugged Jack down by his collar to hungrily meet his lips in a promising
kiss. It might have been short in
duration, because the infernal knocking had commenced again, but the kiss was
no less zealous or passionate. Their
mouths met solidly like a punch to the face and Jack was contentedly startled
to feel her witty tongue swipe deliciously against his own. Still, it was all too brief.
�Now hide,�
she broke away from him, elated at the unveiled desire that [she] had flamed in
Jack. A dark continence, almost
menacing in its sheer control, clouded over the pirate�s face and slowly the
most sinister of his smiles bloomed.
Yet he said nothing, only playfully swatted at her backside and jogged
into the cover of the sitting room.
Waiting
until Jack was secreted from sight, Maren then walked purposely toward the
front door. Surprisingly, she found
herself calm in spite of her situation.
After all, she had a lust-mad pirate to contend with, in comparison,
English soldiers didn�t seem all that threatening. She raised her hand to unbolt the door�
[Click�]
The door
banged open, barely missing a collision with Maren, but that was all right,
because Norrington�s callous arm pushed her rudely out of the way instead. �Awaken your master and lady, immediately,�
was all he said to her, rather gruffly, while he strode self-assured into the
Turner household. Then he ordered out
to the soldiers behind him, �Inside men, hurry.� There was a clumsy bustle at the entryway, which was suddenly and
absolutely interrupted.
[Smack!]
The
redcoats gaped frozen and Jack from his vantage point behind the drapes
snorted, swallowing his laughter.
Maren�s
dainty hand was still raised, almost anticipating another reason to assault the
Commodore again and, on Norrington, the red mark of her hand was blazing
brightly upon his pale cheek. Sure,
Maren could have punched him. Punches
hurt more and do more damage, anyone would agree, but slaps aren�t about
pain�slaps are about [embarrassment], which stings better then any cheek.
�How.Dare.Ye.�
gritting her white teeth, Maren seethed at Norrington, who stood mutely shocked
with an unbelieving hand held to his smarting cheek. Truthfully, this was the fist time the Commodore had even noticed
the robust blonde on any real conscious level.
He gave her his undivided attention, �Who do ye think ye are?! Marchin� on in here like ye own the place, while
the Turners are still in bed! The
nerve!! And then to shove me aside, like
some�some�[thing] that got no importance!
Is that how ye treat a lady?! I
bet ye call yerself a gentleman too, ha!!
I have half-a-mind to report ye to yer superiors, ye villain. Where ye get off on orderin� me �bouts
anyway? For yer information, I be a
guest here, not a servant! Aye, but yer
the type to judge a poor gel, are�n ye?
Think �cause I do�n speak like the bloomin� Queen that I do�n got no
class, eh? Well, bugger ye! Just �cause I aint be holdin� no money, do�n
make me any less o� a lady! I demand
respect too and if ye ever, [ever] lay a hand upon me person univit�d �gain, I
swear to God Almighty as me witness that ye and yer shovin� hand will very soon
part!!�
All was
quiet as Maren fumed, panting after her tirade. Norrington tried several times to formulate an apology, but found
himself distracted by the fierce sparkle in those blue eyes and the hypnotic
rise and fall of her heaving bust under her robe. Shamefully he averted his eyes, conceding that the young woman
was right about his inept gentility.
What sort of gentleman cast coveting eyes upon a woman-lady, he
corrected his thoughts-in her nightclothes?
Finally the
silence was broken by an inhuman moan pouring from the doorway. Confused and brows knotted, Maren stepped
around Norrington to discover the source of such an ungodly noise.
Four men
were haphazardly carrying a distressed officer. His face was deathly pale and in spite of the breezy cool night,
the suffering man was sweating rivulets.
Confused, he blinked at his surroundings before grimacing like the devil
himself was scourging me and crying out in pain. The source of this pitiful fellow�s suffering was a broken leg,
so mauled it swayed boneless.
�Forgive
me,� the Commodore finally managed to speak, when Maren stifled a squeaking
gasp with her hand, eyes widening in panic, �but there was an accident not far
from here and in concern for my man�s health, I was brutish and offensive
towards you. I apologize.�
Her gaze
traveled from Norrington to the confused soldiers standing uncertainly in the
entryway. �Well do�n just sit there,�
she cried out, �Bring him in for mercy�s sake!
Imagine, wastin� time listenin� to me babble when a poor bloke�s
sufferin�. Come, come, set him on the
couch and careful, mind his leg!� Muttering onward, she flustered about
clearing the way for the struggling men.
Behind her, about six more soldiers filed in, peering concerned into the
living room at their comrade in pain.
�What is
happening here?� from the top of the stairs, a disappointingly dressed Will
boomed, bounding down. Elizabeth
followed behind him, securing the tie of her dressing robe. Several maids and the cook had also awakened
and appeared sheepishly into the room.
�Mister
Turner,� stepping away from his wounded officer, Norrington approached the
blacksmith, �Lieutenant Upton was thrown from his horse up the road about half
a mile from your household and now bares several serious brakes in his left
leg. I�ve sent a rider to fetch a
doctor, however, due to the extensive damage Upton has received, it would be
incredibly hazardous to move him anymore then necessary. Please friends, I trusted I could bring him
here to await treatment.�
�Of
course,� Elizabeth said, huffing prettily when her eyes fell upon the mangled
leg, �Oh poor man! Rose, Annabel,� she
addressed the maids, �Fetch a pair of scissors, bandages, and heat some
water. When the doctor arrives,
retrieve him anything else he should require.�
They scattered away like flighty cats, graceful but very quick.
�Brandy,
for the pain,� snapping his fingers, Will hustled towards the spirits cabinet.
�Nay, not
brandy Will,� Maren also approached the liquor cabinet and recited a famous
saying that every barmaid knows by heart as is her oath, matter-a-factly,
�Brandy for headaches, whiskey for bad teeth, port for stomachaches, red wine
for weak hearts, vodka for hunger, rum for memory, ale for exhaustion, mead for
depression, [gin] for broken bones, and beer for living and breathing!� She had counted down on her fingers and
finished winded.
�Umm�so gin
then?� uncertainly, Will procured a bottle of gin.
�I�ll have
not of it,� the Lieutenant lifted his head with a great struggle, ��Tis Satan�s
tonic, sir.�
�Come now,�
attempting to speak reason, Norrington laid a gentle hand upon the man�s
shoulder, �it will help the pain, Upton.�
�And what
of my soul, Commodore?� moaning terribly, he gritted his teeth against the
hurt, �What perverse destruction will that sinful drink inflict?�
As a way of
explanation, one of the soldiers that had carried Upton addressed the Turners
and Maren in an upraised voice, �The Lieutenant�s got a Puritan streak in him
somethin� awful. Never touches drink,
not a drop.�
�Regardless,�
Norrington�s posture was perfect and straight, �In a matter of minutes Doctor
Dobsin will arrive to set that bone correctly and if you, in a hysteria of
suffering, flail or fight�well, I myself have no medical education, however, I
am quite certain that the difference between relaxation and tension in this
situation might also be the difference between the hope of walking again or
utter crippling.�
�If it be
the Lord�s will, so be it.�
�Well sod
that, �fore it aint me [will]!� snatching the bottle from Will, Maren stalked
up to Upton who lied weakly prone on the couch. She loomed high and menacing above him, �Now are ye goin� to be
reasonable and remember that our Savior, Christ hiself, did turn water to wine
for the pleasures of people and have yerself a little nip to save yer leg. O� are ye goin� to be stupid?�
The
Lieutenant meekly shrank further down into the plush protection of the cushions
he was on, but still shook his head.
�Very well
then,� she turned on heel and dug around the liquor cabinet for a few tense
moments before evidently finding what she was searching for, �Be stupid.� In her left hand, Maren clutched the bottle
of gin and in her right hand, Maren had a white-knuckled grasp upon a tin
funnel. �Mister Turner, Commodore
Norrington,� approaching the couch, Maren gestured towards Upton, �Secure his
arms, please. Ye other blokes, hold down his good leg, thank you.� Straight-faced, the men obeyed, keeping a
weary and curious eye on Maren. Upton
watched her fearfully.
�Here be
the skivvy,� abruptly, Maren vaulted atop the reclining man and straddled his
chest. Her nightgown had risen to show
off the lovely curve of her bare calves to petite feet. Every man in the room, both seen and unseen,
gasped and dropped their eyes to the pretty peach limbs now revealed to them,
before quickly composed themselves to turn their eyes modestly away, encouraged
by Elizabeth�s glare and warning cough.
The hapless Lieutenant tried to scream at her irately, but couldn�t on
account of the funnel that was swiftly shoved into his mouth. With an iron fist that any tyrant would be
envious of, Maren held the man�s jaw closed, effectively preventing him from
expelling the foreign object. �Ye
either swallow o� drown, savvy?� tugging the cork from the gin with her
resourceful teeth, she spat it to the floor and began pouring �the devil�s
water� directly down his unwilling throat.
* * *
�[Let glory
see-er, um be
unto thy
Lord.
Let his
mercy be upononon�on
UPON
MEEEEEEE!!!]�
Apparently,
Maren wasn�t the only one that succumbed to song when drunk. Presently, the zealot religious Lieutenant
Upton was belting out his favorite hymn and occasionally he�d even managed to
remember the words correctly.
�[Every day
I bless�mmm, thee!
I will
RAISE! I mean PRAISE!
Thy name
forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever-.]�
�He drank
an entire bottle of gin, half the whiskey, and the port has disappeared,� Will
gazed in awe at the still singing and drinking, the brandy at the moment, Upton
and Doctor Dobsin double-checking the immobile leg brace, �Surely the man
should be dead by now.�
The doctor
nodded and Upton squealed in delight as he was hefted up by his comrades by
means of a stretcher and escorted outside to an awaiting carriage. Everyone sighed gratefully when his tortuous
songs began fading in the distance along with the clip clops of the horses�
steps.
Humming to
herself, Kristy suddenly cried out in bitter frustration, �[Aaaah, ye
cocksucker! That damn�d song is stuck
in me head now!]� She attacked her ears
and desperately tried to replace the hymn with �May Done Be the Maiden�.
The other
soldiers had been given leave an hour ago when the doctor arrived, so now only
Norrington remained. �Thank you again,
Mister,� he nodded to Will then politely to Elizabeth, causing Maren�s senses
to prickle at a distant bout of sadness and leaving a dry taste in her mouth,
�and Missus Turner. I knew I could
depend on your infallible generosity and Christian hospitality this night.�
�You are
more than welcome,� Elizabeth smiled beautifully.
�And please
allow me another apology, Miss��
�Attle,�
offered Will, having already thought of a lie, �Miss Maren Attle. She is visiting from London for the summer,
my late godmother�s cousin�s niece�a friend from childhood, needless to say.�
�Ah, well
Miss Attle,� bowing slightly, back still perfectly straight, Norrington said to
Maren, �Welcome to Port Royal, may she make her first impression better than
her Commodore did.� Tentatively, he
raised his hand to his cheek.
�I be sorry
�bout that, honest sir,� Maren fidgeted, �It�s just I got a right temper on me,
I do.�
�Please no
apologies,� he hurried, �It �twas better then I deserved. To be truthful, it was an entirely new
experience and there is something to be said for new experiences.� Finally, the Commodore consented to smile.
�[Oooh! Look who be flirtin� with ye,]� Kristy
clapped like an audience.
�I guess as
long as ye aint angry.�
�Angry? Hardly,� taking a slight liberty, Norrington
stepped closer to Maren, �I dare think I shall remember this meeting quite
fondly. Indeed Miss Attle, if I might
be so bold, I shall confess that your bold resourcefulness and brilliant
confidence have,� he flustered for word, �[inspired] me this very night.�
�[Hey Pet,
did he just babble what I think he just babbl�d?]� scratching her head, Kristy
added, �[Somethin� �bout thinkin� o� you while he jacks off tonight?]�
Somehow
Maren managed not to laugh while Norrington continued, �And perhaps, with Mister Turner�s
permission of course,� the Commodore indicated Will, �I might call one of these
days to tour the naval base and other local sights, if you wish.�
Barely
audible, but still noticeable to those who were listening for it, the curtains
swore, �Ye bastard!� in a slurring drawl.
�I think I
would enjoy that very much, thank ye,� consciously, Maren ran a hand over her
hair.
�Splendid,�
bowing again, the Commodore bid her farewell and again bade the Turners
goodbye. He marched out, shutting the
door behind him and that slight, pleased smile still graced his lips.
�Oh Miss
Attle!� all three were startle by the sound of an overly falsetto voice,
nasally speaking from behind them. Jack
had suddenly appeared relaxed and sprawled out on the very couch that Upton had
been treated on only minutes prior, his booted feet up on the cushions, �Yer busty
resources and bitchin� confrontations inspir�d me to make an absolute git out
o� meself.� Finishing his unflattering
impersonation of the Commodore, Jack drank greedily from the bottle in hand.
�I have
located the missing port, darling,� pointing at the drink in Jack�s hand,
Elizabeth and Will exchanged meaningful glances.
�Bah, do�n
be like that Jack,� Maren was feeling strangely giddy from quite so many manly
attentions and openly sat next to Jack�s half-reclined body. Neither did she complain nor move when Jack
started absently rubbing her knee, �I thought he was sweet.�
�Sweet?� he
repeated her, skeptically and slightly moody.
Hastily she
explained, �Only ye describ�d him as a pompous, ignorant creampuff what was
more snob then man. �
�Aye, and
he is!�
�No, he�s
not,� Maren gazed off, smiling gently, �he�s�sweet.�
�Sweet,�
repeating again, Jack held tenfold more contempt and menace this time, �I did
tell ye how he almost had me hang�d, right?�
Ignoring
him, Maren yawned and Jack had to swallow his own yawn from blooming. Honestly, Maren�s dreamy demeanor had very
little do with Norrington and everything to do with Jack�s obvious annoyance at
the Commodore�s flirtations. Was the
dread pirate captain jealous? Over
her? How enthralling! �Goodnight Jack,� she kissed his forehead
innocently, but was prevented from pulling away by Jack�s hand wrapping around
her neck.
�Come Will,
bedtime,� Elizabeth quickly grabbed Will and hurried up the stairs, blessing
them with a little privacy.
�[Mother Mary
and Joseph,]� floating up, Kristy trailed behind the Turners, blatantly
excited, �[please let them continue their romp!]�
The eyes
flashed dangerously as they stared at each other. Deliberately slow, Maren leaned even closer to Jack and tugged
the bottle of port out of his hand. She
brought the bottle toward her mouth and Jack fixed his glare upon those mauve
lips of hers, which wrapped wet and warm around the bottle head as she knocked
her head back to gulp, almost more [hungry] then thirsty. The brief jealousy that had flared as a
result of the Commodore�s flowery compliments were nothing compared to the
scorching envy that Jack felt over that damnable, lucky bottle. Of their own mindless accord, Jack�s fingers
had progressed from careless patterns at Maren�s knees to purposefully
caressing her thigh. Nonchalantly, she
handed the port back to him, even though Jack would have much preferred it if
she had kept drinking, preferably in that same enticing style.
�I [said],
goodnight Jack,� Maren whispered sternly, �and do�n bother with pickin� the
lock, I�ll have a chair shov�d under the doorknob, savvy?� And to Jack�s utter shock and complete
disappointment, Maren stood up and walked out, hips swaying as she climbed the
stairs.
For a
while, Jack remained in total denial.
She did [not] just go to bed, [her] bed, all [alone]. She did [not] just leave him wanting on the
couch! She did [not] just tease him
mercilessly with a bottle of port! Any
minute now Maren would return stark naked o� clad in exciting red underwear�any
minute now�any time now�really, not kidding this time, any minute now�oh shit.
Jack barely
had enough sense to grab a pillow to smother over his face, before screaming
and raving at the top of his throat and as hoarse as his voice would
allow. His muffled curses echoed in the
now empty sitting room and into the hallway.
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