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What Jack Sparrow Wants	By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 7632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Usual
disclaimers
My, my! I think
I will have to get mean more often… well done ladies, you have excelled
yourselves.
I forgot to say
my thanks to Hilary for editing blushes sorry m’dear.
Mrs Sparrow (If
you have caught up from chapter 10 by now) – How do you know all this
information about Jack’s past. There’s nothing in the film to suggest any of
it. The way I see the film is that he was already a pirate and the Pearl
was a pirate ship when Barbossa marooned him. That is why I gave my
interpretation on how he became a pirate.
For those who
have asked why I’ve done this. Lets just say I like to stir things up a little.
I hate predictable stories. :)
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Chapter
twenty four: ‘Red. Why did it have to be red?’
Jenny glanced
around, wondering how she was going to shake the shadow that had been trailing
her since she had left the Governor’s mansion. She strolled nonchalantly down
to the docks and wandered about a bit, chatting with various sailors and
fishermen before seizing an opportunity to escape as a fight broke out between
two drunks staggering from a dockside tavern. She ran up an alley, darting in
doorways every now and then until she was sure the marines who had been assigned
to follow her was no longer doing so, then hurriedly made her way to the
smithy, knowing there was more than likely someone watching there as well. But
it could not be helped. She had to see Will.
‘Hello Jenny.’
Will stood back from the door of the smithy to allow her entrance then threw
the bolt, not wanting anyone to just walk in. ‘I have found you a hat and a
bandana that you asked for. I also have a sword for you. I was making it for
the young son of one of my clients. It’s a full length sword but is of a
lighter weight, so you should be able to wield it comfortably.’
‘Won’t your
client wonder where it’s gone?’ Jenny ran her hand along the flat of the blade
then cut and thrust the air, testing the heft of the blade, a smile slowly
creeping across her face.
‘I’ll tell him
it broke in the firing, he won’t question me. Here’s an old sword belt of mine.
I’ve cut it down a little, so it should fit you.’
‘You’ve thought
of everything, Will. Thank you so much but you must let me pay you for the
sword. Please.’
‘No Jenny, it’s
a pleasure. Although I share Elizabeth’s concern about you going to Tortuga
alone. I’ve had the dubious pleasure once, I will not hasten to return.’
‘If my disguise
works, I should be all right.’ Jenny picked the length of material up and groaned
to herself. ‘Red! Why did it have to be red?’
‘I’ll leave the
window at the back of the smithy unbarred tonight, although I will have to lock
the door between the back room and here, I don’t want my tools stolen. Good
luck Jenny, I really hope you find Jack.’ He embraced her warmly then watched
as she made her way out of the smithy, looking left and right before stepping
out into the street. ‘Just like Jack,’ he mused then set about his work
once more.
Jenny smiled
brightly and gave a cheery wave to the two marines, as they glowered at her
then she made her way to the town’s market, taking her time over each stall and
using the time to go over her plans again and again.
…
Jenny bound her
breasts tightly with an old sheet that she had cut into strips and pulled on
her shirt, running her hands down to make sure she was flat enough to pass for
a man then thrust her legs into her breeches and pulled on her boots. With a
last look around the room, she climbed out of the window and dropped to the
ground, the flower bed breaking her fall. There had been marines pacing the
grounds earlier in the evening, but the Governor had obviously not thought that
she would try anything in the dead of the night and had sent them back to
barracks. She kept to the shadows as she made her way to Will’s workshop and
let herself in the unlocked window around the back, fumbling about in the dark
before locating the red bandana which she wound around her head and pulled on
the felt tri-cornered hat that Will had left for her then she pulled the sword
belt tightly around her waist, thrusting the sword into the scabbard.
Jenny took some
gold coins from a leather pouch around her neck and placed them on the table by
way of payment for the sword then climbed back out of the window, creeping in
the shadows, keeping an ear open for the watch and eyes open for danger of any
kind but made it to the docks without being noticed. Jenny saw the small
merchant vessel moored at the dock with a light shining from within and
approached it carefully but jumping in spite of herself as a gruff voice rang
out.
‘Who goes
there?’
‘I’m a friend of
Will Turner’s, he arranged for you to take me as a passenger.’ Jenny wrung her
hands together nervously as the boat rocked with movement and a small, scrawny
man appeared from the hatch.
‘Ah yes, yes.
Come aboard before someone spots you. George Weaver.’
‘Jenny Samuels.’
She climbed up the gangplank and followed the man back down the hatch, finding
herself in a small cosy cabin. The man smiled at her surprise and beckoned her
to sit, offering a mug of ale which Jenny declined. ‘It’s not what I expected,’
she admitted.
‘Space is of a
premium in my line o’work, so we made the cabin into a communal room and
sleeping quarters. You’ll have to sleep here as well but don’t worry, there’s
no chance of anyone trying anything with you,’ George smiled. ‘Will brought
your chest down earlier. He put a new lock on it, here’s the key.’
‘Thank you. How
long will it take to get to Tortuga?’ Jenny stowed the key in the pouch around
her neck.
‘Around three to
four days, depending on th’weather.’ George Weaver looked up as the rest of his
crew arrived and made their way down the hatch to the cabin. ‘This is Jenny
Samuels,’ he said, nodding at her. ‘She’s booked a passage to Tortuga, no questions.’
The crew glanced
at Jenny, more than one wondering why she was dressed as a man, but apart from
muttering a hello of sorts, no-one said anything to her.
… … … …
They sailed into
Tortuga harbour three days later and Jenny looked apprehensively at the
notorious town, starting to wonder if she had done the right thing or
not. She had hoped The Black Pearl would already be there but there was
no sign of the dark, majestic ship amongst the half dozen or so other pirate
ships.
‘A coupla the
lads’ll take yer trunk to town. Where are ye stayin’ Jenny?’ George joined her
at the bow, looking out at the familiar landscape.
‘I’m not sure,
can you recommend somewhere?’
‘Well there’s a
place I sometimes stay, away from the hustle and bustle. Good if ye want to avoid
people, like.’
‘Sounds perfect
George, thanks.’ Jenny went to go below and collect her things together but was
held back by his hand.
‘Are you sure
you want to stay? Tis no place for a woman, unless you’re of dubious
character.’
Jenny snorted, a
grin splitting her face. ‘Well I do consort with pirates! I know what you mean
and thank you for your concern, but I’ll be fine.’ She left George and
disappeared down the hatch to the cabin.
‘Jen, d’ya know
where it is your going?’
Jenny looked up
at the crewman she only knew as Frank, his shadow, Juan just behind him.
‘George said there’s a quiet place he sometimes stays at that sounds just the
thing.’
‘Ah yes, I know
where he means. Me an’ Juan’ll take yer stuff up.’
‘Thanks lads, I
appreciate it.’ Her stomach lurched with the ship as the anchor chains were
loosed and they came to a gentle stop. The men picked the heavy chest up with
ease and carried it up to the deck, Jenny following close behind.
‘Well, this is
it. Thanks for everything George, I may see you again sometime.’ She held out
her hand and shook his warmly, payment for her passage already having being
taken care of. Then she watched as the chest containing her booty was lowered
into a boat and climbed down after it, getting in carefully and sitting with
her back to the chest while Frank and Juan rowed them to shore.
Jenny tried not
to notice the baleful stares they were getting from the pirates as they made
their way up the street. She had got hold of one end of the chest, knowing it
would look suspicious if just Frank and Juan carried it. They went down a dark
alley and came to a stop outside a small run-down inn, which looked even worse
once the doors were pushed open. A fat woman behind the bar looked them up and
down then called for someone named Gertie, who appeared from behind a dingy
curtain at the back of the bar.
‘Can I ‘elp ya?’
‘My friend ‘ere
wants a room,’ Frank replied, easing his back.
‘Cat got ‘is
tongue then?’ Gertie looked at Jenny with distain, the men, with more interest.
‘He’s a mute,
but don’t take him for a fool. More than one has regretted doing that,’ the lie
slipped easily off Frank’s tongue and Jenny started to relax a little. Only a
little.
‘Can ‘e pay?’
‘He can, three
days in advance if you like.’ Frank was itching to get away and re-join his
crewmates.
‘Three days it
is then. We don’t do food.’ Gertie led the way up the stairs to a room at the
back of the building, looking out onto a yard and another alleyway beyond,
which pleased Jenny. George had warned her to find an alternative way out of
the building in case of trouble and this was ideal. Jenny paid Gertie and then
tipped Frank and Juan, smiling her goodbyes as they turned and exited the room.
‘Right,’
she thought to herself. ‘Now I wait…’
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