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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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I own nothing named
in the film and everything not named!
With thanks to
ducky, Chelsey, MarzBar, Josette (welcome!), Pendragginink, RosePearl, A Depp
Girl, Miss Sophia, Captain-Ammie (welcome!), Mrs Depp, and of course, Hils.
Pen, thank you for
the funny reviews and constructive criticism.
It really does help when people point things out.
RosePearl, of
course I got Rosie the barmaid from you-know-where! ;)
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Chapter
Twenty-two: ‘We’ll be callin’ ye Commodore before long,’
Jenny looked round
as the sounds of rioting from Road Town drifted into the kitchen of her home,
where she and her friends were sitting and talking. ‘I hope the men are all right,’ she worried. ‘I hope Jack’s all right.’
‘I’d stick ter
worrin’ about th’men, if I were you,’ Patience remarked. ‘Jack Sparrow is a past master at lookin’
after himself.’
‘I know,’ Jenny
sighed. ‘But it’s my job to worry,’ she
smiled, shrugging ruefully.
‘I’m sure he’ll
fine fine,’ Sive sympathised, frowning as the noise seemed to get louder. ‘I think Patience could be right in worryin’
about the men more, though.’
‘You all right,
ladies?’ Pete Symmonds enquired as he came into the kitchen in search of food.
‘We’re fine,’ Jenny
replied unconvincingly.
‘Don’t worry,’ the
big man smiled. ‘I’ve known th’captain
do far more dangerous, an’ if I might say, stupid, things than this,’
he assured her. ‘He’ll be all right.’
‘Well, stupid an’
Sparrow go hand in hand,’ Patience sniped dryly, winking at her friend.
‘It’s a good job I
know you don’t mean it,’ Jenny smiled, jumping up from the chair as she heard
voices in the hallway. ‘Jack?’ she
called, hurrying from the kitchen.
‘Ello, luv,’ he
grinned, swinging her around as she threw herself into his arms. ‘Missed me?’
‘I’m just glad
you’re safe. Where are the others?’ she
asked, wondering why only Luke had returned with him.
‘Roundin’ th’crew
up. John, I want you, Pete an’ Drew
back down th’docks. They were Navy,’ Jack sighed. ‘I want a
guard on th’Pearl an’ a guard on th’Voyager, which is now my ship.’
‘Two ships?’ Shay enquired. ‘We’ll
be callin’ ye Commodore before long,’ he joked.
‘Let’s go in
th’sittin’ room an’ I’ll tell you all what happened.’ Jack lead the way into the large sitting room, where Joshamee and
Tom were already waiting.
‘So I was right,’
Jenny murmured. ‘What will happen to
Farrier? I thought you’d be in town
looking for him.’
‘He came back to
th’ship. I reckon he sussed out what
was goin’ on. It was just a matter of
dispatchin’ his watchmen an’ takin’ him ashore ter Condent. He passes his commendation to ya fer knowin’
your ships,’ Jack smiled at his wife.
‘And I’ve sent him,
and no doubt his crew, to a horrible death,’ she shuddered, pulling her shawl
about her.
‘An’ what about
th’horrible deaths he’s dealt ter pirates, ter th’people of Tortuga, eh?’ came
Patience’s riposte.
‘She’s right,’ Jack
reasoned. ‘He had ter be stopped before
he reached us, savvy?’
‘Couldn’t you have
killed him yourself, a shot to the head?’ Jenny implored, tears springing up in
her eyes as she tried not to imagine what was happening to the naval captain at
that very moment.
‘I promised him ter
Condent,’ Jack shrugged, moving to his wife and putting his arms around
her. ‘I’m sorry, luv. I know you don’t like this sort of business. Why don’t ya go ter bed, eh?’
‘No,’ Jenny
snarled, pulling away from him. ‘Don’t
treat me like a child, just because I have feelings.’
‘Come on, pet,’
Joshamee smiled, taking her by the arm and leading her to the settee. ‘I’ll fetch you a brandy, hmm?’
‘Thank you,’ she
smiled, feeling angry and embarrassed for creating a scene. ‘Go on,’ she told Jack.
‘I found this,’ the
captain of the Black Pearl informed those in the room, holding up a
letter, which he had retrieved from a pocket inside his coat.
‘An’ what is that?’
Shay enquired. ‘Instructions from
th’Admiralty?’
‘No,’ Jack
chuckled. ‘Although that would have
been good as well. It’s a letter – a
love letter. I’ll read it out ter ya.’ He cleared his throat dramatically and stood
in the middle of the room as he unfolded the damning piece of paper.
‘My dearest George,
I am writing to beg
you to reconsider your decision that you spoke of the other evening. I am bereft without you and keep thinking of
the many happy years we spent together, in spite of the fear of discovery.
Port Royal has no
social scene worth its name and I miss your companionship. Your wry humour has seen me through many a
dull dinner party. I understand your
unease at the closeness of society here, but as you know of old, my servants
are discrete and loyal – they would never utter a word to anyone.
I beg you, do not cast
aside what we have shared.
Yours,
Elias.’
‘They were lovers?’ Jenny gasped, staring at Jack in astonishment.
‘Aye,’ he
nodded. ‘So it would seem.’
‘Article twenty
nine,’ Joshamee nodded. ‘What are you
goin’ to do with it?’
‘What’s Article
twenty nine?’ Finan enquired.
‘An order of death
as punishment for the un-natural and detestable sin of buggery or sodomy with
man or beast,’ Luke quoted, knowing the naval articles off by heart.
‘Ah,’ Fin
nodded. ‘So…?’
‘So I copy this
letter an’ go an’ pay our dear Elias a little visit.’
‘Jack!’ Jenny shrieked, jumping from the sofa and nearly spilling the brandy
that Joshamee had provided for her.
‘You can’t go to Port Royal!’
‘Why not?’ Jack
shrugged unconcerned. ‘Jen, this will
finish him,’ he reasoned. ‘We won’t
have ter worry about him any more.’
‘Can’t you send him
the copy with a letter, saying that you have the original?’ she argued, her
eyes beseeching him.
‘I could,’ Jack
nodded. ‘But I’m not goin’ to…’ He put his arms around his wife once
more. ‘I want him ter know I mean it. I want him ter look
in my eyes an’ see that I mean it, savvy?’
Jenny sighed,
knowing there was no point in arguing further now that he had made his mind
up. ‘When will you be going?’
‘As soon as I’ve
sorted th’crews out for th’two ships.
I’ll have ter take on more men,’ he mused with a grin. ‘Two ships… not even Barbossa quite managed
that.’
‘Does that mean
you’re not giving it up?’ Jenny asked in a small voice, fearful that he would
renege on his promise.
‘I’ll give it up,’
Jack assured her, smiling. ‘An’ sit
back rakin’ in th’profit of two ships.’
‘I’ll be willin’ to
give you a hand on board,’ Joshamee offered.
‘Just until you’ve got everything sorted.’
‘Thanks, Gibbs,’
Jack nodded. ‘I’ll take you up on
that.’
‘Guess that means
double shifts fer ye an’ me on th’boat,’ Finan grinned to Scurvy Tom who had
been sitting quietly, listening to all that had gone on.
‘Aye, he’ll do
anythin’ ter get out of fishin’ duties,’ Tom chuckled, nodding towards his
friend.
‘I think I’ll
retire, if nobody minds,’ Jenny apologised to the people in her sitting
room. ‘You stay,’ she told Jack. ‘You have a lot to sort out.’
‘I’ll go an’ make
sure th’watches are sorted an’ be back as quickly as I can, savvy?’
‘Yes,’ Jenny
nodded, kissing his cheek. ‘I’ll
probably be asleep when you return.’
‘I’ll come with
ye,’ Shay announced. ‘I’ll see ye
later,’ he told Patience. ‘Will ye be
all right stayin’ here tonight?’
‘We’ll be fine,
just make sure ya stay out of trouble, ya hear?’
‘Loud an’ clear,’
the Irishman smiled as he made for the door.
‘Kiss Joshua a kiss
fer me,’ Jack smiled as he joined his friend.
‘I will,’ Jenny promised. ‘Stay out of trouble.’
‘Of course,’ he
called back, laughing. ‘I always stay out of trouble.’
‘Hmmm,’ Jenny
murmured to herself. ‘Are you sure you
all don’t mind my going to bed now?’ she asked those still remaining in her
kitchen. ‘Shall I show you to your
rooms?’
‘Fer gawds sake!’
Patience rolled her eyes. ‘I think we
know our way around th’place by now, with all th’traipsin’ up an’ down the
stairs we’ve done after th’children.’
‘True,’ Jenny
smiled. ‘Goodnight,’ she said, as she
made her way to the door.
‘Night, an’ stop
yer worrying.’
…
Jack crept
carefully across the bedroom floor some three hours later, trying not to wake
either his wife or his infant son.
‘Jack?’ Jenny
hissed fearfully in the dark. ‘Is that
you?’
‘Aye, luv,’ he
whispered. ‘Sorry.’
‘I haven’t really
slept,’ she admitted. ‘I’ve been
listening out for you. Is everything
all right?’
‘Fine. Most of th’crew managed ter stay reasonably
sober, so I’ve got watches on both ships,’ he told her as he undressed in the
dark. ‘I went ter see Condent
afterwards.’
‘Is Farrier dead?’
‘Aye,’ he
sighed. ‘I don’t want you ter blame
yourself,’ he said as he climbed into the bed beside her.
‘I’m not… not
really. It’s just I can imagine what
they did to him before he died.’
‘I had a friend
once, years ago, who was caught and hanged.
Th’only problem was, th’hangman didn’t do his job properly an’ Frank
took all of half an hour ter die. So
I’m afraid I don’t have much sympathy fer th’likes of Farrier.’ Jack wound an arm around his wife and pulled
her to him, holding her closely whilst stroking her back absently.
‘I just wish you
hadn’t promised him to Condent,’ she whispered. ‘At least you would have been compassionate.’
‘I had to,
Jen. He might not have co-operated an’ then
we could have lost Farrier.’
‘And then we would
have had to move again,’ Jenny sighed.
‘Exactly,’ Jack
agreed. ‘An’ we are not doin’ that ever again.’
‘No,’ she shook her
head vigorously against his chest. ‘We
are not!’ Jenny groaned as Joshua started
to grizzle in the crib made by the ship’s carpenter, Josh Browning.
‘Bring him in with
us,’ Jack suggested. ‘We can all sleep
then, eh?’
‘All right,’ Jenny
agreed, climbing out of bed and finding her way in the dark to the crib on the
other side of the hexagonal windows.
‘Good job I know the way,’ she chuckled, making her way back again with
her precious bundle in her arms
‘You’ll have ter
keep a low lamp lit. Don’t want ya
fallin’ over, especially with Joshua in yer arms.’
‘I will,’ she replied
as she placed the infant on to the mattress beside Jack and climbed in
carefully.
Jack wrapped an arm
around his wife, encompassing their son between them. ‘I love you,’ he whispered.
‘I love you,’ Jenny
smiled, reaching over and kissing his head.
‘Both of you.’
‘Aye,’he
nodded. ‘Both of ya…’
…

Four days later
‘Shay!’
Shay Connelly spun
around at the sound of someone calling his name, smiling as he recognised
Thomas Price from the part of the brotherhood who had sided with Jack, striding
along the cobbled street towards him.
‘Thomas,’ he
grinned, waving in welcome. ‘What
brings ye here?’
‘Is it true? About Farrier?’ the older man enquired,
fidgeting nervously.
‘Aye,’ Shay nodded,
frowning. ‘Why, what’s up?’
‘I need ter see
Jack, urgently, like.’
‘I see… might I ask
what about?’
‘Yer can ask, but
ya won’t get an answer – not here,’ Price snapped. ‘Where does he live?’
‘I’ll go an’ fetch
him an’ meet ye in th’Stag,’ the Irishman offered, knowing his friend’s
reluctance for anyone just showing up at the door.
‘All right,’ his
companion sighed heavily. ‘I suppose
it’ll have ter do.’
‘See ye in half an
hour?’
‘Aye – tell him
it’s urgent.’
…
‘What is so
important that yer dragged me away from my home an’ family?’ Jack drawled as he
crossed the floor of the tavern with Shay, and sat opposite Thomas Price who
was seated in a private booth, a pitcher and two empty mugs waiting for his
guests on the table.
‘I-I need yer
h-help,’ Price stuttered, looking about nervously. ‘Farrier is dead, isn’t he?’
‘Aye,’ Jack
confirmed as he poured himself and Shay an ale. ‘I saw his body – or what was left of it, th’night he was
killed. Now what’s wrong?’
‘Promise yer won’t
tell, like? Th’others. Promise!’
‘Which others?’
Jack sighed with exasperation, glancing at Shay who shrugged his shoulders.
‘Roberts an’
Tew. Even Condent. Promise yer won’t say anythin’ ter them.’
‘About what?’ Shay
asked. ‘What sort of trouble are ye
in?’
‘He took my
wife. They came ter our house an’ took
my wife an’ gaoled her,’ Price babbled.
‘Who took yer
wife?’ Jack frowned. ‘Farrier?’
‘Aye,’ the older
man nodded. ‘We live in Tortuga, as yer
know. They came an’ took her one night
when I was at sea.’
‘How d’ye know?’
Shay wondered. ‘An’ why?’
‘Our neighbour told
me when I returned. I found out why
when Rebecca Tyler paid me a visit.’
‘Aye?’ Jack
queried. ‘Why doesn’t that surprise me? She works, or
rather worked, for Farrier, didn’t she?’
‘Y-yes,’ Price
stammered. ‘I was told I had to give
her information about the breakaway group an’ our activities or Beth’d be
hanged as a pirate. Please help me.’
‘What do you want
me ter do?’
‘Rescue her. Ya broke yer missus from th’fort, yer can do
th’same fer my Beth. I’ll pay yer
well…’ he offered desperately.
‘Bloody hell,’ Jack
swore, stroking his beard braids. ‘You
want me ter break your wife from Port Royal?’
‘Yes.’
‘Bang goes sneakin’
in an’ out again,’ Shay sighed, for that was what he and Jack had been planning
on doing with the letter.
‘Ya’ll do it?’
Price asked hopefully.
‘It’ll need a bit
of workin’ out,’ Jack mused. ‘But we
can’t let yer wife rot in that rat infested hell-hole. Aye, we’ll do it,’ he nodded, raising his
mug of ale in toast.
‘Y-you w-will…?’
Price gaped. ‘You will?’
‘How?’ Shay
queried.
‘Don’t know yet,’
Jack mused, lost in thought. ‘As I say,
it’ll take a bit of workin’ out. But I
will need your help,’ he told Price.
‘Of course,
anythin’ yer want me ter do, I will.’
‘What I do know is,
we’ll need Voyager manned,’ Jack decided.
‘We’re goin’ ter
attack Port Royal?’ Shay asked, his eyes wide in astonishment.
‘No, just make sure
Captain Groves an’ his men are kept busy at sea. Shay, we sail to San Juan th’day after tomorrow, savvy?’
‘Aye, aye, Cap’n,’
the younger man deferred. ‘I’ll go an’
let th’crew know.’
‘An’ I’ll let my
wife know,’ Jack sighed, knowing the honeymoon he had enjoyed with his family
was well and truly over.
…
Jack looked at the
men he had called into his cabin on the Black Pearl and glanced at
Shay, a half smile playing on his lips.
He stood and paced the deck, his hands clasped solemnly behind his back.
‘As you all know,
we now have two ships,’ he began. ‘An’
we’re sailin’ ter San Juan tomorrow to pick up more crew for Voyager. We have decided,’ he said,
nodding towards Shay. ‘That John, you
will be captain of Voyager…’
‘What?’ the burly man exclaimed, looking at Jack in shock.
‘You will, of
course, sail under my colours and give me a percentage of yer plunder.’
‘A-aye…’ he
stammered. ‘Thank you.’
‘Bisi, you will be
his quartermaster,’ Jack smiled, glad of the day the former slave joined his
ship.
‘Thank you, Cap’n,
suh,’ the black man grinned, winking at John.
‘That means that
Pete, you will be quartermaster of th’Pearl.’
‘Bloody hell,’ Pete
Symmonds muttered under his breath.
‘Thanks Cap’n, Shay,’ he nodded.
‘We’ll split
th’crew half an’ half until we get to San Juan, then hopefully we should both
be fully manned,’ Jack told his men.
‘What will we be
doin’ afterwards?’ Olabisi enquired.
‘Sailin’ to Port
Royal, getting’ th’Commodore off our backs an’ springin’ a woman from gaol.’
‘Is that all?’ Pete
quipped with a grin. ‘Who’s th’woman?’
‘Any more of yer
cheek an’ I’ll demote ya to cabin boy,’ Jack warned with an equally wide grin
on his face. ‘Th’woman is Beth Price,
Thomas’s missus. Farrier and Beauchamp
took her prisoner ter force Price to pass on information about th’brotherhood.’
‘Th’bastards!’ John
spat. ‘Who was Price passin’ the
information on to?’
‘Rebecca Tyler,’
Shay put in. ‘Never did trust her.’
‘Me neither,’ Jack
agreed. ‘An’ with good reason it
seems. Fortunately, with th’brotherhood
splittin’ up, an’ nothin’ being decided at th’last meeting with Roberts an’
Tew, Thomas didn’t have much ter pass on.’
‘Thank the gods for
that,’ Bisi sighed with relief. ‘Not
that it matters any more. Which men are
goin’ ter which ship, suh?’
That’s somethin’
we’ll sort out when everyone’s on board.
Now I suggest ya all go an’ collect yer things an’ take them to yer
relevant quarters.’ Jack chuckled to
himself as the three men dashed for the door, then looked out at the schooner, Voyager, which was berthed besides the Black Pearl just off the
outcrop. He had men working on specific
modifications to the ship, which he hoped would make her faster and had
intended sailing her to San Juan himself to get a feel for her and see what
else might possibly be done. John
Williams, he thought, could wait a while longer for his command.
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