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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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I want him! Blast that
mouse – grrrr!
Many thanks to Hils and Linnie,
my fellow poppets and beta readers.
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Chapter Three: ‘Ello luv,
remember me?’
Jenny walked along the road to
town, enjoying the hustle and bustle of market day in Port Royal. John
and Anne Norrington, the Governors six year old twins were running ahead of
her, laughing and whooping with Jake, Norah’s son who was the same age.
Jenny was happy that things had indeed turned out well. The Governor, or
James as he had asked Jenny to call him in private, was a lovely man, kind and
generous with a gentle self-depreciating sense of humour. She found
herself becoming very fond of him, as well as his children. The staff
were also nice making Jenny feel welcome from the start. She sighed as
her mind drifted back to her old life in England, it seemed so long ago since
she had left the cold, damp shores of her homeland behind, but it had only been
eight months. ‘Eight months,’ Jenny thought to herself, shaking her
head. She hummed a tune as she went about her shopping, which included
stopping off at the blacksmiths, to pick up a ceremonial knife James was going
to give as a gift to a privateer captain, Stuart Button, who had destroyed a
pirate ship that had been pursuing the same target, a Dutch Sloop laden with
tobacco and spices, that his own ship had been after. Captain Button was
now throwing a dinner party that evening in celebration, with the Governor
being the guest of honour. James had asked Jenny if she would accompany
him, and had given her a generous allowance to buy a new dress and accessories.
‘Good morning Will, it’s a
beautiful day outside.’ Jenny walked across the smithy, smiling at Will
Turner who was working near the forge. She had started to become friends
with him and his wife, and while she greatly enjoyed their contrasting personalities,
Jenny could not understand why people would whisper and talk about the Turners
as if they were the lowest of the low. After all, she too had heard
rumours of their being friends with pirates, but Jenny found that extremely
hard to believe.
‘Morning Jenny, I just wish I
could shut up shop and take advantage of this fine day too. I have the
knife here, let me just give it a polish and then I’ll put it in a presentation
box for you.’ Will busied himself polishing the blade, smiling at the salacious
gossip from the Governor’s household as Jenny chattered away, making a note of
it to tell his wife that evening.
He waved as Jenny bade him
goodbye and left the smithy, then nearly jumped out of his skin as a figure
landed on the floor in front of him.
‘Jack! God, I wish
you wouldn’t do that! I’ve just had a customer in, she could have spotted
you,’ Will admonished, frowning at the unconcerned smirk on his friend’s face.
‘Well I can’t very well walk
through the front door now, can I, William? How’s Elizabeth?’ Jack
sat himself down on the anvil and studied his friend closely, before leaping to
his feet as the heat from the anvil seeped through his clothes and reached his
skin.
‘She’s fine, we’re both
fine. What do you want?’ Will tried to be cross with the pirate,
but almost always found it impossible.
‘William, William!
Can I not pop in and say hello to an old friend any more?’ Jack put on a
mock hurt expression, but his eyes were dancing with amusement.
‘The only time you just
popped in was for our wedding, every other time you’ve ‘just popped
in’ it’s when you’ve been after something. Now what is it?’
‘Ah, it’s best I don’t tell ya
mate. Just make sure you an’ th’lass are safely ensconced at home
tonight, eh? Who was she by the way?’ Jack twirled the ends of his
moustache, trying to keep his voice neutral.
‘Who?’
‘Th’woman who was in here just
b’fore I dropped in on yer,’ Jack said with a grin.
‘Oh, that was Jenny Samuels,
she’s the governess to John and Anne Norrington.’
‘Ah, I see. Nice is she?’
‘Yes... very…. Jack, what
are you up to?’ Will asked, worriedly.
‘I told ya William, best ya don’t
know, especially now.’
‘Jack…’ warned Will, afraid his
friend was going to go too far. ‘He’ll catch you one day you know.’
‘Ah Norrie doesn’t worry me mate,
he’s got his hands full wi’breaking in th’new Commodore. Right, I’ll be
off an’ leave ye law abiding citizens to yer lives. Give Lizzie a kiss
fer me, eh?’ With that Jack hoisted himself back up to the rafters of the
smithy and out through a skylight, making his way along the roof-tops away from
the town, towards a cove where The Black Pearl was anchored.
…
‘Jenny, are you decent?’ came
Norah’s voice from outside her room.
‘Yes Norah, come on in.’
Jenny hastily pulled on her slip over her body, which was still damp as she
just finished bathing and smiled at Norah as she entered the room. ‘Thank
you for offering to help me get ready.’
‘Ah, that’s no problem
dearie. Here sit yerself down, an’ I’ll set your hair for you.’
Jenny watched Norah set her hair
in ringlets, through the reflection in the mirror, enjoying gossiping and
laughing with her friend.
‘Right now dearie, let’s get you
dressed.’ Norah picked up a corset and helped put it on Jenny, pulling
hard at the laces, causing Jenny to grumble good naturedly. Then Jenny
picked up the dress of dark green velvet, with a tightly fitting bodice and
full skirt and handed it to Norah, a flutter of excitement going through her
and she stepped into it and felt Norah fasten the small hooks at the back.
‘Well? How do I
look?’ Jenny gave a twirl in front of an admiring Norah.
‘Ya look lovely dearie, just
lovely. I swear th’Governor’s eyes’ll pop out when he sees ya.’
Norah hugged Jenny, then left her to finish getting ready on her own.
Jenny rummaged through her small
jewellery box, wishing she still had the gold and pearl pendant that had once
belonged to her mother. ‘Damn that bloody pirate!’ Jenny blushed in
spite of herself, she very rarely swore, and considered it to be
un-ladylike. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
‘Jenny, are you ready yet?
I have something for you.’ Jenny opened the door to James Norrington’s
smiling face. ‘Why, you look lovely,’ he smiled, admiration shining in
his eyes. I have a gift for you, I hope you do not think it
presumptuous. I thought this might go well with the colour of the
dress.’ He placed a necklace of creamy pearls around her neck, his long
fingers brushing softly against her skin, making her shiver.
‘James! Oh James, they’re
beautiful.’ Jenny reached up to kiss him on the cheek, but hesitated,
finding her lips in close proximity to his. She murmured as his lips
brushed hers gently, and then pressed harder, his hands holding her arms
tightly. Jenny staggered slightly as James let her go, and then caught
her breath, smiling at him.
‘I’m sorry Jenny, that was
extremely forward of me,’ James Norrington shifted uncomfortably and fidgeted
with his cuffs.
‘Not at all James, it was a
pleasant surprise.’ Jenny slipped her arm into his and they walked
downstairs and out to the waiting carriage. James helped her aboard,
feeling very proud that this beautiful woman was his companion for the evening,
and maybe beyond.
…
Captain Button’s butler led them
to the drawing room, where quite a gathering of people were chatting away to
each other. The talk stopped as the butler announced their arrival.
‘Governor Norrington, I am
honoured by your presence at my humble gathering.’ Stuart Button bowed
his head as he was presented with the knife, taking it out of the box and
admiring it.
‘This is in thanks for your help
in ridding these waters of at least one more pirate ship.’ James smiled
at the man, but Jenny could see the smile did not reach her employer’s
eyes. She got the feeling people were merely polite to Captain Button,
without actually liking him.   Jenny made a mental note to press Will
Turner further about the man, knowing that if she was to find the information
out from anyone, it would be Will, who seemed totally incapable of telling a
lie or keeping a secret.
Jenny accepted a glass of
champagne from a tray, and followed James around, making small talk to the
wives and companions of the men present. They found themselves back at
Stuart Button in due course, where he was regaling a group of people with tales
from the seas.
‘Of course, I’ve been searching
for the other half ever since......’ He caught the puzzled looks on James
and Jenny’s faces, and held out his hand. In it was half a gold medallion
with writing on it. The Governor took it out of his hand and after
inspecting it, handed it to Jenny to look at.
‘The inscription is in
Spanish.’ Jenny peered closely, reading the writing, but not making any
sense of it, as the other half was needed to be joined with this one. She
turned it over, but all’s there was, was the letter L.
‘You can read Spanish?’
James Norrington looked at his companion in surprise.
‘Yes, my grandparents on my mother’s
side were Spanish, and my mother was too theoretically, as she was born in
Spain, but raised in England. I learned to talk and read in both Spanish
and English when I was a child.’ Jenny put her empty champagne flute on a
tray, and took another one. She took a last look at the medallion half
before handing it back to Button. ‘Where is the other half to it and what
is it for?’ she asked.
‘Well,’ he said, warming to his
tale, ‘we sacked a Spanish galleon about three years ago and found this medallion
that was already broken in two. When the two halves were put together, it
gives directions to a treasure hoard, but before I could get it translated
properly, my First mate, Jean Sebastien got greedy and wanted it all for
himself.’ He smiled at her rapt attention. ‘He broke into my cabin
and stole both halves, but was caught in the act by a crewmember who tried to
stop him. There was a scuffle between the two men in which the crewman
was killed, but unbeknown to Sebastien, one half of the medallion had fallen
out of his pocket, so he escaped the ship with only one half, and has not been
seen or heard from since,’ he smirked, placing the coin half into an inside
pocket of his jacket.
The butler called them into the
dining room and led them to their seats. Jenny was slightly dismayed to
find herself at the far end of the table, away from James who was seated to the
right of Button at the other end. The evening passed pleasantly enough
though, the people she was sitting by included her in their conversations and
took interest in her tales from England. They all sat waiting for some
minutes for the staff to arrive to take away the dirty plates after the
starter, with Stuart Button getting more and more agitated and embarrassed at
his staff’s absence. Eventually the door burst open, and the people
around the table froze as the butler walked in, followed by a man holding a
pistol to his head.
‘Everybody stay calm, and no-one
will get hurt, savvy?’ the assailant drawled, voice heavy with menace. He
pushed the butler away from him revealing his face, and pointed the pistol at
Captain Button’s head.
Jenny gasped, ‘Jack Sparrow!’
she thought, panic stricken.   She tried to sink lower in her
seat, hoping the man would not notice her. She watched as his eyes
wandered around the people sitting at the table, not faltering as he looked at
her. ‘Thank goodness he doesn’t seem to recognize me!’
Jenny felt relief flood through her, then tensed as she realized again, the
precarious situation they were in.
‘What have you done with my staff
Sparrow?’ Stuart Button watched as the rest of the pirate crew swarmed
into the dining room, almost filling it with people.
‘Not like you to be concerned
about their welfare Button.’ Jack pushed his face into Button’s, making
him recoil away from his captor. ‘You’ve got something I want
mate.’ Jack held out his hand, snapping his fingers impatiently.
‘What? I have nothing in
particular that would interest you, Sparrow,’ he spat, blanching as Jack pulled
a coin half from his pocket. ‘W-where did you get that…?’ Jack
seized the moment that Button spent attempting to work out how Jack came by
that medallion and began rummaging through his jacket. Button snapped out
of his reverie quickly and tried to stop the pirate from rifling in his
pockets, unsuccessfully.
Jack held the medallion half up
to the light, joining it with its partner. ‘Ah, now that’s what I was
talkin’ about mate. Y’see, I was after that Spanish galleon meself, but
yer pipped me to it. Not best pleased was I,’ Jack began his tale and
started to walk around the table, safe in the knowledge that his crew had got
everyone around the table covered. ‘So we docked at the nearest port, to
drown our sorrows as it were, and lo and behold who should we find there but
Jean Sebastien already drowning his sorrows and spilling his guts about
the one that got away. It was like taking milk from a babe.’ Jack
chuckled, shaking his head at the memory, beads and braids jangling from side
to side. Jack stopped behind Jenny, who froze, not daring to breathe.
‘Ello luv, remember me?’
His breath was warm on Jenny’s bare shoulders, and she shuddered as his hand
stroked the top of her arm. ‘I think it’s time to go gentlemen.
M’lady, if you would be so kind as to accompany us.’ Jack pulled Jenny’s
seat back, crooking his arm for her to take.
‘No Sparrow, you’re not taking
her anywhere!’ James Norrington sprang to his feet, ready to leap to her
defence.
‘Ah Comm....oh, sorry Governor
Norrington, it’s always a pleasure renewing your acquaintance. Don’t
worry mate, I’ll look after her.’ Jack squeezed Jenny’s shoulder,
grinning lasciviously.
Jenny shrugged his hand off, and
shifted in her seat trying to get away from the pirate, who by now was leaning
over her and peering down her cleavage. She picked up a knife and whacked
the handle onto the back of his hand as he rested it on the table, smiling
triumphantly as he yelped with pain. But her triumph was short lived and
Jenny felt herself being hauled to her feet by an unseen assailant from behind,
strong rough hands holding her fast as she tried to struggle.
‘I’m not going anywhere with you,
you scum!’ she spat, glaring angrily at Jack.
‘Ah but luv, we need a safe
passage back to the quay and you seem as good a hostage as anyone else.
Tie ‘em up,’ Jack ordered his men, taking Jenny’s arm and pulling her out of
the room, pressing a pistol against her side. Jenny faltered as she heard
James call out her name, before his voice was muffled by a gag.
Jack led her down the stairs and
through the kitchen, where the servants were already tied up. Jenny
struggled and managed to break free of the pirate’s grasp and started to run
and shout for help, but immediately stopped dead when she heard the unmistakable
click of his pistol being cocked. She turned, expecting to see it aimed
at her, but found it was aimed at a serving wench, who looked positively
terrified.
‘You’re despicable. Call
yourself a man when you have to threaten women and young girls to get what you
want?’ Jack walked over to her, winding his arm around her waist, his
face close to hers.
‘I don’t always have ter
threaten luv, some women find me irresistible.’ Jack smiled a crooked
smile, showing a hint of gold tooth.
‘Well I’m not one of them,’ Jenny
shoved him from her and backed away, straight into the arms of one of Jack’s
crew, who held her in an iron grip. She sighed, resigned to giving
herself up as hostage in order to ensure that no-one got hurt. Jack
snaked his arm back around her waist, and guided her out of the house through
the servant’s entrance and down the back streets of Port Royal to the docks.
‘Jack, Jack!’ A portly man
ran up to them, red faced and panting and leaned over and whispered something
in Jack’s ear. Jenny strained to hear what was being said, but only
caught the word Spanish.
Jack looked at the woman he was
holding, his raising eyebrows slowly. ‘Really? Well now, that’s
interesting Mr. Gibbs… that’s very interesting.’    Jack noticed
some soldiers hurrying towards them, and moved Jenny so she was in front of him
and held his pistol at her head, thus stopping the soldiers in their
tracks. Jack started walking backwards dragging Jenny with him until they
reached the boats, which were rapidly filling with the crew of The Black
Pearl. Mr. Gibbs held his pistol against Jenny’s head until Jack was
in the boat, then half threw her into Jack’s arms, jumping in himself and
pushing off and away from the dock, while urging the men to row as fast as they
could.
‘Let me go! You don’t need
me any more.’ Jenny struggled in Jack’s arms, trying to break free of his
grasp.
‘Dunno ‘bout not needin’ ya
luv….’ Jack winked, his eyes glinting dangerously. ‘They can still shoot
us from there, but will not risk it while you’re on board.’ He aimed his
pistol towards the quay, firing it, missing a soldier by a mere whisker.
‘See, I can shoot them from here, they can shoot us, savvy?’
‘You would have killed a man,
just to prove your point?’ Jenny’s voice was incredulous.   She
tried to fight the sick pit of fear inside her.
‘No luv, if I’d wanted to kill
him, he’d be dead right now.’ Jack turned away from Jenny, watching the
shape of his ship getting closer.
‘So, you’ll let me go when you’ve
reached your ship? Jenny looked fearfully at the huge black bulk looming
up against the night sky.
Jack muttered something under his breath, and took a swig out of a
bottle that was stashed under the bench that Jenny was sitting on.
The first of the boats arrived at
the ship and the men started to climb the ropes to the deck, but the boat they
were in was last to arrive, and it rocked violently as the men jumped out and
onto the ropes, leaving only Jack and her in the boat. ‘C’mon luv, up we
go.’ Jack grabbed Jenny with one hand and the rope with the other,
tugging it to tell the men to hoist him up.
‘NO! You promised you’d let
me go.’ Jenny screamed as she found herself rising through the air, only
to be bundled over the side of the ship and have many hands grab her and pull
her to her feet, while the rest went astray over her body. She struggled
to break free of the men, feeling close to tears.
‘That’s enough, let her
go.’ Jack took another swig from the bottle, grinning at Jenny when he’d
finished. ‘Welcome to The Black Pearl, luv.’
Jenny flew at him, striking him
hard across the face. ‘You promised me!’ Jenny hissed, fighting off
Mr. Gibbs restraining hand and flying at Jack again, who promptly dropped the
bottle and grabbed both her wrists, pinning them to her side.
Jack’s eyes flashed with anger,
the grin long since disappeared. ‘Nah luv, I never promised ye a thing,
it was ye who made assumptions. B’sides, I need ya to translate
th’medallion, me Spanish is good but not that good.’
‘I don’t speak Spanish,’ Jenny
fervently hoped the bluff would work.

Jack roared with laughter,
wrapping her arms and his around her back, pulling her close to him. ‘I
know different luv, a little bird told me all about ya.’
Jenny tried back away, which only
made Jack pull her in even more. ‘So I’ll translate now and you can let
me go.’ Her heart sank when Jack slowly shook his head.
‘An’ have yer lead us on a wild
goose chase, probably straight into Norrington’s arms? Nah luv, ya
translate, and yer come with us, just to be sure.’ Jenny brought
her knee up to Jack’s groin, smiling thinly as he released his grip on her and
doubled up in pain. She brought her knee up again, connecting with his
chin and tried to aim a kick at the prostrate man sprawled on the deck, but she
had been grabbed by some of the crew and pulled away.
‘Take ‘er to the brig,’
Jack gasped, trying to get his breath back, wincing as Jenny’s kick connected
with its target as the men led her past him towards the hatch and the steps
leading to the brig. ‘An’ watch them bleedin’ feet…’
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