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Deceit and Decisions	By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 4214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Usual disclaimers
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With thanks to
Hilary (you’re first today!), Josette, misty, lexie, MarzBar, Miss Sophia, AJ
Sparrow, Mrs Depp, JHG, RosePearl, Kat Carvell and A Depp Girl. I really do appreciate you taking the
trouble to review the story and your comments do help.
Josette, I wish I
lived in South Texas! Hope you had fun.
Lexie, I’m glad
you’ve written a story of your own.
Hope it goes well.
…
Chapter
eighteen: ‘Take us to Tortola, Bisi. I’ve got a babe ter meet.’

‘Well, Cap’n?’
Peter Dawson enquired as George Farrier walked across the floor of the tavern
in which he and some of the crew were drinking, keen to find out how tea with
Jenny Sparrow had gone.
‘Well, I don’t
think it can get much better than this,’ Farrier grinned, raising a mug in
salute. ‘She wants to know if I’d be
interested in joining the brotherhood.’
‘That’s a lucky
break, Sir,’ Seth Jones, master gunner of the Adventurer remarked.
‘It is,’ his
captain agreed. ‘We’re to come back in
ten days time to meet up with Sparrow and maybe attend the next gathering.’
‘Will it be
safe? What if they rumble you?’ Dawson
asked, alarm showing on his face.
‘I’ll have to make
damn sure that they don’t,’ Farrier shrugged, still grinning. ‘Right, has anyone any information on the
ships in the harbour?’
‘Th’schooner is
stayin’ fer a week or more,’ one of his men informed him. ‘But th’two masted sloop will be leavin’
tomorrow, at dawn.’
‘Excellent,’
Farrier beamed. ‘Extra rum for you,
Pullings.’
‘Much obliged,
Cap’n,’ the Lieutenant smiled.
‘Will we be able to
go after them if you’re to meet Sparrow?’ Dawson asked. ‘There won’t be enough time, surely?’
‘We’ll split the
crews. You can take the sloop back to
Port Royal and I can meet Sparrow as arranged.’
‘Assuming we
capture th’sloop,’ Jones reminded his captain.
‘Start thinking
like that, Jones, and you’re on shore leave – permanently!’
‘Aye, Sir,’ the
master gunner replied meekly. ‘Sorry,
Sir.’
‘I should think
so,’ his captain admonished. ‘Dawson,
tell the others not to get drunk, we’ve got an early start in the morning.’
‘Aye, Cap’n
Malster,’ the younger man deferred.
‘Are you not staying?’
‘No, I’m off to see
the physician,’ he grinned. ‘Make sure
we give them a good send off.’
‘Aye, Sir. I’ll make sure th’men are back by *four
bells.’ (First watch 10pm) He watched
as Captain Farrier left the tavern then looked in consternation at his
crewmates.
‘It’s all goin’ ter
go wrong, I can feel it,’ Seth Jones lamented.
‘Aye,’ Dawson
agreed, nodding with many of the men around the table. ‘But what can we do?’
‘Lambs to
th’bleedin’ slaughter is what we’ll be if this carries on,’ Bob Crow put
in. ‘I reckon th’Commodore is a Jonas.’
‘Shh! Not so bleedin’ loud,’ Peter Dawson
hissed. ‘An’ don’t let anyone else hear
you talk like that or you’ll be swinging from Dead Man’s Rock along with the
pirates.’
‘I just hope we
capture this bloody sloop tomorrow, that’s all.’
Don’t we all?’
Jones sighed. ‘Don’t we bloody all?’
…
‘Sail ho!’ Dan
Woods called from the crow’s nest. ‘Cap’n,
it looks like a Spanish ship.’
‘That’ll do me,’
Jack grinned, rubbing his hands with glee.
‘Let us go an’ see what they have for us then, gentlemen,’ he called.
‘Aye!’ the crew
responded as one, eagerly preparing the ship to give chase.
‘Jenny won’t be too
pleased if yer late,’ John Williams chuckled from his position on the
quarterdeck, having designated most of the cooking duties to Ben Watson.
‘We won’t be late…
not too late anyway,’ Jack winked.
‘Nothin’ I can do ter help her anyway, so might as well make us even
richer.’
‘Assumin’ th’ship
has gold on board.’
‘Whatever they
have, we’ll profit from,’ Jack shrugged, checking his sword and pistol to
ensure they were as ready for battle as he was.
‘They’re strikin’
their colours already, Cap’n,’ Dan called down.
‘Careful does it
then,’ Jack cautioned, remembering only too well the time they were tricked by
the Dutch brigantine and sustained a fair amount of damage.
the Black Pearl caught up with the slower ship and approached her carefully, guns at
the ready until her captain was satisfied that the Spaniards posed no
threat. Jack lead the first wave of
boarders as they streamed across onto the Abella.
‘Por favor no nos
dañe,’ (please do not harm us) the Spanish captain pleaded, falling to his
knees in front of Jack.
‘Don’t do anything
stupid and no-one will be hurt,’ Jack assured him in Spanish.
‘Gracias.’
‘Move out, take
whatever they’ve got,’ Jack ordered his crew, moving towards the main cabin.
‘No!’ his
counterpart called, getting to his feet and running towards the pirate captain,
not even stopping when Jack drew his pistol and pointed at him. ‘Por favor.’
‘Why not?’ Jack
enquired, looking thoughtfully at his opposite number. ‘What have ya got in there?’ He pulled open the cabin door and blinked in
surprise as a woman and six children screamed and huddled together. ‘Your family?’
‘Si,’ the Spaniard
nodded fearfully.
‘I won’t hurt
them,’ Jack assured him. ‘I mean you no
harm,’ he told the occupants of the cabin.
‘Cap’n. There ain’t much in th’hold. A few chests of coins an’ bits an’ pieces,’
Billy Wheeler informed him. ‘But it’s
mostly personal stuff – I reckon they’re goin’ back ter Spain.’
‘That’ll do us,’
his captain confirmed. ‘Get it loaded
quickly.’
‘Already doin’ so,
Cap’n, suh,’ Olabisi grinned, appearing from below with a small chest in this
hands.
‘I always knew ya’d
make a good pirate,’ Jack laughed.
‘Leave them food an’ water,’ he ordered his crew. ‘We don’t want ter kill them.’
‘Of course not,’
John Williams agreed as he appeared with a larger chest in his arms. ‘We’re not barbarians, despite what
th’bleedin’ Navy think.’
Jack stood and
watched his crew as they brought up the meagre treasures from below decks, then
with a doff of his hat and an elaborate bow, crossed the deck of the Spanish
ship and swung back to his beloved Pearl, ordering them away as soon as his feet
touched the deck.
‘Adios!’’ he
called, waving at the Spaniards. ‘Take
us to Tortola, Bisi. I’ve got a babe
ter meet.’
…
‘So, Captain Beech,’
George Farrier beamed, clapping the captain of the two masted sloop he hoped to
procure, on the back. ‘Where’re you
sailin’ to?’
‘We’re headin’ up
north, Captain Malster,’ the pirate slurred, having being plied by drink from
his new-found friend all night. ‘Goin’
ter th’Keys.’
‘Ah! Good huntin’ there,’ Farrier nodded. ‘Plenty of Spanish ter plunder.’
‘Aye, filthy
bastards,’ Beech spat. ‘Hit me ship
twice, the bleedin’ Spanish have.’
‘So ya like ter hit
‘em back, eh?’ Farrier chuckled. ‘I might
head up that way myself – not until you’ve had your share though,’ he chuckled.
‘Plenty ter go
round,’ the pirate rasped, blinking his eyes in an effort to focus them. ‘Why don’t ya come with us?’
‘We’ve only just
arrived in Tortola, my men want some shore leave. Thanks fer th’offer though.’
‘Fair enough –
maybe next time?’
‘Aye, next time,’
Farrier agreed, pouring some more ale from a pitcher into Beech’s mug and
raising his own in toast.
‘Yer a generous
man,’ Beech garbled, swaying alarmingly in his seat. ‘Buyin’ me an’ me crew drinks.’
‘I’m relatively new
in th’area,’ Farrier admitted. ‘It pays
ter be nice an’ friendly ter everyone,’ he winked conspiratorially.
‘Ah,’ Beech
chuckled. ‘Yer not as green as ya
look.’
‘Not at all,’ his
companion laughed. ‘Not at all,’ he thought to himself, thinking
Beech would find out exactly as soon as what had been slipped into the drinks
took effect.
…
Jenny woke and
shifted uncomfortably, wishing for the umpteenth time that she could have the
baby soon. She believed that if she got
any larger, she simply would not be able to move any more which resulted in
much ribbing from Patience, who reckoned that she had been even bigger when
carrying Erin. Jenny smiled to herself,
thinking of her friend’s teasing and shifted again, before admitting defeat
with a sigh and struggled to get out of the bed, managing finally and padded
over to the window, looking out at the ocean in the bright dawn light. She noticed a ship near the horizon,
obviously having left Tortola harbour a short while ago and wished that Jack
would hurry up and return home.
‘Hmm…’ she mused
out loud as another ship appeared in view, also having just left Tortola. ‘That’s Malster’s ship, isn’t it?’ she said
to herself. ‘I wonder where he’s going
in such a hurry?’
She watched as the
second ship headed in the same direction as the first and frowned. ‘It’s just coincidence, that’s all,’ she
murmured. ‘I wish I knew where I knew
Malster’s ship from though…’
Jenny went cold as
the ship tacked and turned at an angle to her.
‘It can’t be?’ she breathed, seeing in her minds eye the Navy ship that
she and Davy had come across when they sailed alone to San Juan, the same ship
that was before her eyes now. ‘It can’t
be…?’ she repeated, hugging herself as she started to shiver.
She hurried across
the floor and flung the bedroom door open, running as best she could down the
stairs opposite her room. Jenny grabbed
a cape that was hanging on the stand in the hallway and unbolted the front door
and rushed down the path.
‘Jenny!’ Luke
called, running after her in only his breeches, having heard her running down
the stairs. ‘Wait! What’s wrong?’
‘It’s the Navy!’
she sobbed. ‘He’s the damned Navy!’
‘What? Who is?’
Luke caught up with her and grabbed her arm, stopping her in her
tracks. ‘You’re in no state to be
running around, especially in your nightclothes. Now what is going on?’
‘Malster is the
Navy – most probably Farrier,’ she spat, trying to wrestle her arm free. ‘I have to warn Condent before he makes too
much headway.’
‘What?’ the former
surgeon exclaimed. ‘How do you know?’
‘You remember I
told you about when Davy and I sailed the dory to San Juan to warn Jack about
the increase in troops in Charlestown?
We saw a naval ship in the distance but weren’t close enough to make out
details. When we got to San Juan,
Malster’s ship was berthed there and I couldn’t understand why it looked
vaugely familiar.’
‘Go on,’ Luke
urged.
‘There is a ship on
the horizon, the two masted sloop that was here during the week, I
believe. Malster’s ship is heading in
the same direction – he’s obviously going after him. I must get to Condent before Malster succeeds.’
‘But how do you
know it’s the naval ship that you and Davy saw?’
‘It turned
starboard, I recognised the rigging and shape of it. It is them, Luke. I swear on Jack’s life.’
‘Bloody hell,’ Luke
swore, pushing his spectacles up and rubbing his eyes. ‘You’ve arranged a meeting with him, yes?’
‘Yes, he’s coming
back next week – oh God, Luke! What
have I done?’
‘Probably put the
final nail in the Commodore’s coffin,’ Luke replied. ‘This is what Jack would call, the opportune moment to get
Farrier. If Condent goes after the ship
and it is the Navy, they won’t come back. But if Malster believes that you believe him
and comes to meet Jack as arranged…’
‘Jack captures him
and Bob’s your uncle, Fanny’s your aunt,’ she grinned. ‘But what about the ship they’re going
after?’
‘We leave them to
look after themselves. They’re too far
ahead now, anyway. Condent would never
catch up.’
‘All right,’ Jenny
agreed reluctantly. ‘Oh!’ she
exclaimed, doubling up and clutching at her stomach. ‘Luke…’ she gasped. ‘It
hurts.’
‘Oh no,’ Luke
sighed, supporting her weight.
‘Patience!’ he yelled, hoping that she would hear him from her house
just down the path. ‘Let’s get you
home,’ he advised, helping Jenny as best he could.
‘What?’ came
Patience’s voice from down the hill.
‘Ya woke Erin, ya idiot!’
‘Jenny’s baby could
be on the way,’ he called back as they reached the still open front door of the
house.
‘Bleedin’
hell! I’ll take Erin ter Sive an’ be
right with ya,’ she replied.
‘Oh, Luke!’ Jenny
wailed, stopping dead in the hall and looking down in horror at the puddle on
the floor.
‘It’s definitely
coming,’ he nodded. ‘Can you manage the
stairs?’
‘I’ll have to,
won’t I?’ Jenny gasped, clinging to the railing as she climbed the first couple
of steps before stopping and doubling over again, grimacing in pain. ‘Should. it. hurt. this. much?’ she panted
as she managed a few more steps before stopping once more.
‘I’m afraid it
does,’ Luke informed her. ‘But I
believe subsequent births are less painful.’
‘Good,’ she
wheezed. ‘Otherwise this would be the
only one…’
‘I’ll heat
th’water,’ Patience said as she entered the house. ‘An’ bring th’towels an’sheets.’
‘Are you sure you
don’t want the midwife?’ Luke asked Jenny as he continued to support her.
‘No, just you and
Patience – bloody hell!’ she cursed as a particularly sharp pain coursed through
her body.
‘We need to get you
upstairs as quickly as we can. Your
pains are getting more frequent.’
‘I’m going as fast
as I bloody well can!’ Jenny snapped, gritting her teeth and climbing half a
dozen steps before having to stop.
‘Come on, nearly there,’
Patience cajoled as she joined them on the stairs, arms laden with towels from
the laundry.
‘You could have
damn well warned me,’ Jenny hissed.
‘And sour things
for ya? Make it so yer were dreadin’
th’birth? Th’end result’ll be worth it,
I promise ya that.’
Jenny looked up at
the last seven or eight stairs left to climb and took a deep breath before
heaving herself up them, stopping at the top, panting hard.

‘Well done,’ Luke
smiled, moving aside to let Patience through to sort things in the bedroom.
‘Ya got some old
sheets?’ the younger woman asked as she stripped the good linen sheets from the
bed.
‘In the chest by
the nursery door,’ Jenny replied, leaning on Luke as they walked slowly across
the room whilst Patience quickly fetched the sheets and fitted them onto the
bed.
‘What was all
th’fuss about earlier? I heard a
commotion before Luke shouted.’
‘I believe Malster
is Farrier,’ Jenny informed her friend.
‘I recognise the ship.’
‘What?’ Patience gasped. ‘But… he
was here, havin’ tea in th’sittin’ room!’
‘I know,’ Jenny
sighed as she removed the cape and eased herself onto the bed, gratefully. ‘I was on my way to inform Condent, but Luke
persuaded me otherwise.’
‘Ya wouldn’t have
got far anyway,’ Patience commented wryly.
‘Bloody hell,’ she muttered to herself as she left the room to fetch the
water from the kitchen. ‘So that’s how
he does it…?’
‘That’s how he does
it indeed,’ Jenny murmured.
‘Never mind Malster
or Farrier. Concentrate on the matter
in hand,’ Luke chided.
‘What if he comes
across Jack and mentions that he had been here. Jack would believe that he was genuine,’ she worried.
‘Jack is far more
astute than that, as well you know.
Now, forget your dignity and hitch your gown up,’ he chuckled.
‘Just don’t let my
husband know,’ Jenny smiled which turned into a wince as another sharp pain
wracked her body.
‘As if I would,’
Luke teased as he examined her. ‘Good
Lord! I don’t think you’ll have long to
go.’
‘In a hurry – just
like Jack,’ she panted, pushing down as the pain started again.
…
‘Push!’ Luke urged
from his position at the end of the bed.
‘I am bleeding
pushing!’ Jenny snapped, wiping a strand of damp hair from her eyes. ‘I need a drink,’ she rasped, sipping
gratefully as Patience held a beaker of water to her lips.
‘Come on, Jen. I can see the crown,’ he encouraged.
‘Gawd blimey!’
Patience chuckled. ‘Definitely takes
after its father if it’s wearin’ a crown already.’
‘No wonder it
sodding well hurts then,’ Jenny gasped, managing a weak smile before pushing
once more.
‘Good girl,’ Luke
beamed as he cradled the baby’s head in one hand whilst checking its mouth with
his fingers. ‘And again…’
‘Damn you, Luke
Martin,’ Jenny hissed through gritted teeth.
‘No, it’s Jack you
want to be cursing, actually,’ he reminded her. ‘Now come on, stop wasting your energy on talking.’
Jenny took a deep
breath and pushed as hard as she could, until she felt her body would
burst. ‘Arrgh!’ she gasped, panting
rapidly. ‘Oh…’
‘It’s a boy!’ Luke
grinned. ‘A big, bonny boy!’ He placed the baby in his mother’s arms
whilst he dealt with the cord.
‘A boy!’ Patience
exclaimed, a grin splitting her face.
‘That’ll please his lordship.’
Jenny looked down
at the lustily crying child in wonderment, gently brushing his cheek with the
back of a finger. ‘Hello, darling,’ she
whispered, kissing his forehead and chuckling as he cried even more.
‘Noisy as his
father an’ all,’ Patience commented dryly.
‘He’s beautiful,’
Jenny murmured. ‘I hope Jack hurries
home.’
‘He’ll be here soon
enough,’ Luke assured her. ‘He won’t
leave it too long.’
‘I know, I just
miss him so much.’
‘Ya wanted ter bash
him with a broom not five minutes ago – make yer mind up!’ Patience
teased. ‘Here, give him ter me an’ I’ll
clean him up for ya.’
‘Thanks,’ Jenny
smiled, handing over her precious bundle and watching as her friend carefully
cleaned the protesting baby up. ‘He
likes washing as much as his father, as well,’ she chuckled, sinking back into
the pillows and closing her eyes briefly.
‘Here, here’s yer
son back,’ the young Tortugan woman smiled, handing the now clean but still
complaining baby back to his mother.
‘Hello,
sweetheart,’ Jenny murmured, rocking him gently and singing softly to him as
his father had done to her many times before, until he finally quietened down
and dozed in her arms.
…
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