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What Jack Sparrow Wants	By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 7632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Usual disclaimers – and
it’s raining, grrrr!
Thanks for your reviews – no Jack
in this chapter I’m afraid, but I’ll make it up to you soon.
Many, many thanks to my two slave
drivers, Hilary and Linnie XX

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Chapter Two: ‘The scourge
of the Caribbean seas.’
The Galton limped towards
the small island and spotted a sheltered cove where they dropped anchor and
carried out repairs. Jenny finally had something to do mending a sail,
wearing her good leather gloves to protect her fingers from the thick needle
and to give her enough grip to push it through the tough material. She
was grateful of something to occupy her mind as well as her hands, for the
incident with the pirates had disturbed her and she found it hard to shake the
image and touch of the pirate captain from her thoughts.
All repairs were finished within
four days and once more they set sail for Port Royal, arriving without further
incident a week later than anticipated. They were extremely hungry and
thirsty because the pirates had left them with just enough food and water for
survival. Jenny was met at the docks by the Governor himself, who was
immensely relieved that she had arrived safely, for he had been worried about
the late arrival of The Galton, but became very angry when he learned
the name of the ship that had looted them.
‘Sparrow!’ He spat the name
out as if he had tasted something nasty. ‘I might have known it would be
him.’
‘Y-you’ve heard of him then,
Sir?’ Jenny was unsure how to react with her employer. Perhaps she
should not have said anything to him, after all her father never permitted his
servants to speak before being spoken to first.
‘Yes, he’s the scourge of the
Caribbean seas and one that I intend getting rid of as soon as possible, but
you need not worry yourself about him. You are quite safe here in Port
Royal,’ he smiled,’ leading Jenny to a waiting carriage and helped her into it
before climbing aboard himself. He sat opposite her, which gave Jenny a
chance to surreptitiously look at her employer. James Norrington was a
tall man with a haughty look on his face, which was softened by kind
eyes. He gave a small smile as he noticed her glance then concentrated on
looking out of the carriage window, not speaking during the short journey to
his mansion. Jenny took the Governor’s helping hand out of the carriage
and smiled at a servant that took her cases, before following James Norrington
into the house where she was introduced to the housekeeper, Norah, who
was a large black woman with a beaming smile. Jenny tried hard not to
gape, for she had never seen a black person before. She stammered a
greeting, then followed her as she led the way to the room that was to be
Jenny’s, listening to Norah’s chatting as they went.
‘Ah hope you’ll be ‘appy
here. The Governor’s a strict but fair man who believes in treatin’ his
staff well, as long as they be’ave themselves,’ Norah smiled kindly before
vacating the room, leaving Jenny alone and feeling slightly afraid. She
shook herself and set about unpacking what was left of her effects – a couple
of old dresses and undergarments, some shoes and nondescript personal
items. These were the only possessions she had that the pirates had not
seen fit to steal from her. Jenny looked around the room, noting that it
was well furnished, having a wash-stand, a wardrobe so large she would never
have a chance of filling it, if even she still had all of her dresses and a
chest of drawers. She bounced up and down on the bed, testing it for
firmness, jumping off guiltily as a knock sounded on the door and Norah
re-appeared to take Jenny on a tour of the house. They ending up in the
kitchen which Jenny soon learned was the hub of the house, and where nearly
everyone, downstairs and up, congregated. There was a boy and a girl
sitting at the table drinking home-made lemonade who Norah introduced as the
Governor’s children, John and Anne, who were well dressed and both had there
father’s dark hair and green/grey eyes, then Norah shooed them back upstairs so
the cook could get on with dinner.
‘What happened to the Governor’s
wife?’ Jenny asked, not wanting to pry, but needing to know all the same
for it would not do to blunder in ignorance.
‘A tragic thing is was that
‘appened to Mrs. Norrington, quite tragic.’ Norah shook her head,
frowning sadly. ‘She was riding in a carriage visiting friends, when the
horses shied at something, causing th’carriage to overturn. The poor
woman was killed instantly.’ Norah dabbed a tear in the corner of her
eye. ‘A lovely lady she was, no two ways about it. Of course she
had breeding, being the daughter of one of the wealthiest plantation owners in
the Caribbean.’
The cook nodded her
agreement. ‘Yes lovely lady, no airs or graces about her. She even
brought the Governor out of his shell, so as you can imagine the poor man was
grief stricken. Lady Alexandria was far better fer him than
that Elizabeth Sw...er Turner, that’s fer sure.’
‘Aye, he never ‘as any luck, poor
man,’ lamented the cook.
‘That’s terrible, poor Governor
Norrington.’ Jenny felt a keen pain in her heart, remembering her grief
after Edward had been killed on the farm where he worked. ‘Was she a Lady
then? And who was Elizabeth Turner?’
‘No, she wasn’t a titled Lady,
but she had the grace of one. Elizabeth Turner? Oh she is the
former Governor Swann’s daughter. Flighty little bit she is, turned
Governor Norrington’s proposal down an’ married the local blacksmith! Can
you believe that?’ Norah laughed loudly, the cook joining in with her.
The laughter stopped as the women
noticed the figure of their employer standing in the doorway, a thin smile on
his lips. Then the two women suddenly busied themselves preparing the
vegetables for dinner, leaving Jenny sitting there feeling slightly ill at
ease.
‘Ah, there you are Mrs.
Samuels. Would you care to join me for dinner tonight? It
will give us chance to get to know one another and for you to find out what I
expect of you.’ James Norrington smiled, which softened his demeanour slightly.
‘Y-yes, of course Sir, I shall
look forward to it.’ Jenny’s heart pounded with nerves.
‘Right, well, I shall see you
around seven, in the dining room.’ James gave a curt nod, then turned and
disappeared back up the stairs leading away from the kitchen.
…
‘Ah Mrs. Samuels, do come in,’
James Norrington beckoned her into the dining room, where two places had been
set on a small table. ‘Come sit,’ he motioned to a place on the settee
across from his chair. ‘Would you care for a drink?’
‘N-no, thank you Governor
Norrington,’ Jenny whispered nervously, although she was impressed that the
service laid out was bone china and not ordinary crockery. Her new
employer obviously had good taste.
‘Please, take a seat. I
trust you have everything you need?’ James smiled encouragingly at Jenny,
which helped to relax her a little.
‘Yes, thank you sir. I’ll
just need to buy some new clothes when I get paid.’
‘Clothes? Why do you need
new clothes?’ he puzzled.
‘The pirates stole all of my good
dresses, except the one I was wearing. I only have a couple left, which
even the pirates did not think were worth stealing,’ the contempt was heavy in
her voice.
‘Ah, I see. Well, I’m sure
I can see about an advance for you, can’t have you wearing rags now, can
we?’ James smiled graciously at Jenny and she felt relieved at his
kindness and couldn’t help but attempt a meek smile in return. ‘You will,
of course have your uniform. I will ask Norah to take you to the
seamstress to be fitted tomorrow.’ The Governor looked
up at a rap at the door. ‘Ah good, dinner.’ He stood and led the
way to the table, pulling a chair out for Jenny as the butler set the food out.
Jenny tried not to drool and
prayed her stomach would not growl and give away just how famished she
was. ‘It looks delicious, Sir, thank you.’
‘I do hope you will be happy
here. I understand you lost your husband in a tragic accident, just as I
lost my wife to one.’ James looked beyond Jenny with a wistful gaze, then
remembered himself and focused back on his new governess.
‘Y-yes. I’m sorry to hear
about your wife, it must have been a terrible time for you and your children.’
‘Yes, indeed it was. But
life goes on as they say,’ James smiled but Jenny could see it did not reach his
sorrowful eyes.
All the talk of lost partners
brought back painful memories and Jenny thought back to that fateful day when
Eddie was crushed to death by a stack of hay bales that had toppled on to
him. She swallowed hard, nearly choking on some food, which brought her
under the intense gaze of her employer.
‘Are you all right Mrs. Samuels?’
he asked in concern.
‘I… erm…. Yes I’m fine, thank
you. Just a little tired after my adventures.’ She evaded, unwilling to
share her memories.
‘Yes, well hopefully there will
come a day in the not too distant future, when people can travel the seas
safely without fear of pirates. Come,’ James Norrington stood and guided
Jenny to some easy chairs by the fireplace, in which there was a magnificent
display of exotic flowers. ‘Would you care for a sherry?’
‘That would be lovely, thank
you.’
To Jenny’s relief, James
Norrington proved to be charming company and more talkative than she would have
given him credit for and the evening passed quickly. She bade him
goodnight and went back to her room feeling that maybe things would turn
out all right.
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