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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 Twenty Three - Night Prowlers

It was the evening of the second day. The prisoners
had no way of knowing what time it was. They had no lamp, and darkness came
early in the depths of the ship. Alone but for one sailor who had stamped down
the stairs that morning, unspeaking he had bought some dry bread, a pitcher of
murky water and had replaced the bucket that had done duty as chamber pot. The
day had seemed to stretch on forever, they had barely spoken to each other, each lost in their own private thoughts. Now they stretched
out to sleep, the oblivion of slumber preferable to minutes that seemed like
hours, each hour seeming to last a year. Bella was counting the waves that she
could hear slapping against the side of the ship, if she counted she did not
think, and at the moment she did not want to think of what may await in Havana.

Will lay on his back staring into the darkness, he had been thinking of the
same thing all day, remembering circumstances in his life that were somewhat
similar to what had occurred the evening prior. He had been mulling over
whether to speak or not but as he heard Bella softly sigh again he decided to
acknowledge his thoughts.

�Bella� his voice was very quiet �I am sorry that he took your locket.� Silence
but he sensed her lift her head, so he continued, �Years ago I had a medallion
taken from me that had been sent to me by my father. It was the only thing I
had that had been his.�

Bella found herself swallowing down a huge lump in her throat, a lump that
threatened to choke her, to spill over into tears; she spoke more to distract
herself, to do anything that would stave off. �Did you ever get it back?�

�Many years later and then I found out that it was more than just a trinket�it
was a piece of cursed Aztec gold.�

Bella knew about that gold �So you lost it again��

�Aye, but it was my choice that time and there was no other way.� Will�s voice
sounded sad in the heavy darkness.

�Do you remember your mother and father?� Her question was very quiet, almost a
whisper, and she heard him sit up to lean against the cell bars.

His voice was dreamy as if he was closing his eyes and willing up memories
�Mother I do remember some, her voice and how she smelt and that she had
beautiful eyes, I have hazy images of my father, he was tall and his voice was
deep.�

�it must have been awful to lose them both�� it would have been she realised, more awful than having never known ones parents,
to have loved and be loved in return and then been orphaned. Much though she
wished she had some memories of the man and woman who had created her at least
she did not have the same sense of loss that she could hear in Will�s voice.
Her hand stretched out in the dark to briefly touch his, she felt him jerk in
surprise as she spoke �I am sorry for your loss William Turner.�

He was quiet for a long time before speaking again �what was your mother,
Jack�s mother like?�

�She was very kind, she cared about people, and even though I was not her child
she loved me, just like she loved Jack. Even when I was horrible she still
loved me.�

�I can�t ever imagine you being horrible Bella..�
Will�s voice was dry and she could hear the smile in it and found herself
smiling just a little as he continued �the man who fostered me fed and clothed
me but I think he took me in because he wanted the Governor�s favour and a cheap worker more than any other reason.�

�But you were only a little boy� her voice was indignant �that is horrible�..it
must have been dreadful for you to grow up like that.�

�I had no where else to go�.� He trailed off then he spoke again his voice
firm, he was done talking of this �well that is as it is� Good night Bella.�

�Good Night Will� she rolled over onto her side, but she did not immediately
fall asleep.

*

Jack sat at the map covered table in his cabin, a whetstone in one hand in his
other a sword, but not just any sword. Will�s sword the one that had been taken
from him before he had been taken captive, Jack had wrenched it from the hands
of one of the departing pirates, he would have wrestled the devil herself to
prevent that blade being carried off by that scabrous dog. He examined the
workings with sharp eyes and a gently tracing finger, noticing details that he
had never seen before. Will had fashioned the blade with his own hands, had
battled Jack with it the first time that they had met in the Blacksmith�s shop
in Port Royal. Jack would have escaped too if it had not
been for that drunken foster father of the lad�s. It would have been unfortunate
though to have shot Will, that one bullet had never been meant for him. So it
had been for the best really that the old bugger had clobbered him with that
bottle. It must have been a miserable life for William growing up with that old
soak, still who would have thought back then that the boy would have turned
pirate and that Jack would be having all his hopes resting on him. William
would be wanting this back and he would carry it with him until he had the
opportunity to pass it over.

He placed the blade back on the table, leaning over to tap at the compass that
lay open in front of him. Still the same bearing, though they
had wandered around a bit earlier in the day, tracking backwards and forwards
as if they were waiting for something or someone. If he had known that
they were going to resume the direct path they were making for Cuba he may have
been able to make up some time but as it was he only had the compass to rely on
and if it pointed North then West then South that would be the direction he sailed
The Pearl. He could not afford to gamble, not this early in the game, he would
need luck and cunning before this was played out and although he was not sure
if you could use up luck he didn�t plan on testing it. Not this time.

�Captain� the knock at the door startled him, but he recovered quickly.

�Enter�

The door pushed open and Gibbs stood framed in the door way �the crew is all
settled Cap�n just as you asked I�m reporting that
all is quiet up top.�

�Thanks mate� Jack stood throwing his coat around his shoulders �I believe I
will take the wheel.�

�Aye Cap�n� Gibbs held the door open for him and
followed him back up the stairs to the main deck

Jack stepped up to the wheel, hands almost caressing as he gently touched the
wood worn smooth with years of use. �You may be off to your rest� one hand was
dismissive, he no longer saw Gibbs standing next to him, his
eyes were focused on the horizon, where dark sea met shadowed sky. Somewhere
beyond that was what he most wanted.

*

Will woke, he could not have said exactly what woke him, a sense of danger, a
prick of intuition or perhaps a board had creaked beneath creeping feet and
that had been enough to warn him. He did not move but opened his eyes enough
that he could peer through half closed lids. He could hear men moving about, he
thought that there were two and they were making their way stealthily towards
the cell. They were not meant to be here, that was certain, they kept looking
over their shoulders, stopping to listen before moving again. He tried not to
breathe, as each breath was too loud and he heard the slight clink of chain and
watched as a key was cautiously pulled from deep within the pocket of a filthy
coat.

Bella was curled up in the far corner, she seemed to be sleeping. He flung one
arm out and made the sort of unintelligible noise that people seemed to make in
their sleep the pirates froze and he moving around a bit as if trying to get
more comfortable on the hard floor before rolling over to lie beside Bella, his
body shielding the hand that he clamped over her mouth. Her eyes snapped open,
panic and confusion evident in them and she bit down on his hand, hard. He did
not flinch just pressed his face into her hair, her body went stiff against his
and he could feel her tensing to shove him away.

�Bella don�t move or speak there are pirates, they have a key.� The words were
whispered into her hair.

She shuddered once. But she stopped biting, he was grateful for that.

�When they open the door we fight and we yell..�

He felt her nod and relaxed his grip.

The key turned with a click and the door swung open. As the two pirates stepped
in Will surged to his feet one fist swinging, a left hook to the side of the
bigger mans head, a driving uppercut to the belly. The man staggered but kept
coming. Both Will and Bella were shouting, but they could hear no pounding
footsteps on the deck above them. The men were big and if both had taken to
Will he would have been hard pressed but the second ignored his mate�s fist
fight and advanced on Bella hands outstretched.

�No no, please don�t hurt me..�
she backed into the corner her voice pleading.

The man was grinning as he moved closer his hands moving to his belt.

�No� Bella took another step backwards her hands going behind her back now as
he closed the gap between them. Behind her back to reach for the earthenware
pitcher that had contained drinking water, her fingers closed around the handle
and she swung it with all her strength, yelling with rage as she hit her
attacker across the head.

�Bastard you bastard!!�

The jug shattered, and he reeled, she kicked him hard in the groin and he
doubled over clutching at himself. As he started to fall she darted in pulling
the short sword from his belt.

�Will�

He and the pirate were circling each other, Will moving quickly with a jab or a
hook each time it looked like the other man was reaching for the wickedly
curved dagger at his belt. But the pirate was wary now keeping back from Will�s
fists.

Will glanced up at Bella�s voice and she tossed the sword to him. Deftly he
caught it, reversing the blade and thrusting sharply upwards into the pirates
gut. A look of surprise crossed the man�s face before he clutched at the sword
slumping to the floor.

Now they could hear men shouting and the sounds of booted feet kicking at the
door and wood splintering. The dying man groaned, the unconscious man stirred
and Will rapped him sharply on the head with the sword handle as the Captain
appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

His eyes were sharp as he looked at the carnage.

�Hang him from the mast�and dispose of the other one� he swung to look at his
men �ye be warned�.don�t touch the girl.�
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