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Love on the High Seas1:Bright Promises of Tomorrow	By : OrliDepp Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Crossovers Views: 1153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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LotHS: Bright Promises of Tomorrow

Chapter Two

It was with one of her rare smiles that Faith bounded down the gangplank. As she left the ship, she heard Xena calling to her to make certain she was back in time to go to Will and Elizabeth's wedding, but Faith ignored her captain. She had no intention of spending her evening in a silly gown, watching two fools sign their lives over to each other. No, unlike the others, she'd anticipated this landing for an entirely different reason. She had an itch that had desperately needed scratching for over two months now. She'd missed having her fun the last time they had been in port for they had been too busy with other missions and assignments for her to be able to work in even one of her infamous quickies. But not this time. Oh, no, for this time, she was on the prowl, and she would find her target as soon as she was in the town. "Want. Take. Have," she whispered under her breath, her dark eyes gleaming dangerously, for those three little words were her motto for all of life.

Faith had began to receive stares ever since coming into port, but she'd ignored them all in her search for just the right bounty. She had just turned on to the village's main street, however, when a stranger came up to her. "Beautiful . . . day, that is," he greeted her with what she knew he thought to be a dazzling smile.

She rolled her eyes and resisted the urge to groan aloud. What was it with these idiots who actually thought that they could come on to her and stand any chance of having their pathetic lines accepted? She sidestepped the man. He started to turn after her, but she hit him with her elbow in his gut. Even as he doubled over, his hands clutching his stomach, she muttered, "'Beautiful day' that," and continued on.

Hearing hushed whispers behind the gloved hands of the ladies who adorned the boardwalks, Faith glanced up with a snarl. She was mere seconds from telling them off when a blonde head caught her attention. Her snarl turned to a wicked smile as she examined the young man closer. He was kneeling on the boardwalk, picking up a pan of dust that he'd just swept from in front of the shop she assumed he worked at, and seemed oblivious to the gossip whispering all around him. She watched him for a moment, and the nervous glances he shot up at the other women told her that he was not oblivious, just shy and quiet. She continued to watch him for a moment longer, and slowly his eyes lifted to hers. She wriggled her eyebrows suggestively at him and almost burst out laughing when she saw him gulp. She continued to watch him as he quickly finished his chore and hurried back into the shop. Her eyes feasted on his rear end, that was only hindered a bit by his apron strings, as he all but ran away. He closed the door behind him, and she slowly ran her tongue over her lips. She'd just found what she was looking for and couldn't wait to take that boy for what she fully believed would be the wildest ride of his quiet, little life!

~*~*~*~

Elsewhere, in the seemingly quiet village, an odd woman, whose completely pitch black clothes were a stark contrast against her pale white skin, paced back and forth in a small cottage. Worried eyes watched every flurried step of her black high heels. "Oh, Gonk," she cried, "I just don't know what to do! Gods know if I was half the Sorceress my sister is I'd blast all those prejudiced idiots to Hell, but I'm not! Even my smallest spells backfire; you've seen that! And they're coming! I know they're coming! Delvira said she'd be here by now, but she's not! I'll know the minute she comes in port! We always do, but -- but if I keep waiting here, I'll -- !"

Just then, loud knocks rapped across her door, and both woman and dog turned to look at the door as if it was the gateway to their very deaths. "Open up, Witch! We know you're in there!"

"Open up or we'll knock down your door and drag you out of there!"

"No, we'll just burn you where you stand! And your little demon too!"

"Open up, daughter of Satan," came the preacher's voice, "and confess to us your sins so that the Lord might have pity upon you and spare your soul!"

Elvira shook her head as she backed slowly away from the door. Gonk stood before her, barking shrilly. There'd be no sparing of her soul, though she'd done no wrong. They would torture her until she either confessed to the insane things that their twisted minds wanted to hear or they'd burn her at the sake; even if she did not make such a completely false confession, they'd still burn her. They wanted her, and any one else who shared even a fraction of her beliefs, dead. And Gonk . . . Poor Gonk! They'd drown him to start with -- if they didn't crush him to death with rocks first!

She continued to back away, her eyes growing wider with each new splinter of wood that fell away from her door. They had to run! But where could they possibly go? It was just as her back pressed against her back door that a new knocking came. She jumped away from the door as if she had just been scalded, but the series of urgent, quiet knocks that followed the first brought just a bit of relief to her, though the frantic tears remained in her black eyes.

Elvira opened the door to find two of her oldest friends standing there. "Patty! Ororo! Tell me you have a way out of this Hell!"

The women shook their heads sadly. It was the African American who spoke first. "I am afraid not, my friend. It is . . . " Her blue eyes met Elvira's black ones in silent conveyance of a dire message. " . . . to be Plan B instead."

"What?!" Elvira asked in shock. "No, it can't -- !"

Patty shook her head, a movement that sent her brown hair shaking around her slender shoulders. "Do you really think that I want to condemn my own mother and children to death, Elvira? But they have the entire village surrounded, and the other villages have already been struck!" She gestured with a hand toward a crowd of women waiting only a few yards away. "Those who managed to escape kept moving until they came to us! We're the last ones, Elvira, and there's no other way out!"

"But . . . But the port?"

Patty shook her head. "Even if we could make it there, no ship would give us passage. The Governor already has guards headed down there this morning, guards who are going for no other purpose than to warn the boats about us. And we can not wait any longer for your sister." She shook her head again, and tears glistened in her eyes as she told her sincerely, "I'm sorry."

Elvira started to slowly shake her head. "No . . . It . . . It can't be."

"We all wish that that were so, Elvira," Ororo spoke with the gentle tone of a mother, "but wishes do us no more good than pleas for help on silent breezes. Believe us," she continued, placing a comforting hand on Elvira's pale shoulder. "You know if there was any other way, we would take it, but is it not better, dear friend, to sacrifice our lives in standing for what we all believe in, for our Lords and Ladies, than to allow them to beat us until we are subdued and forced to give away the secrets of our people and beliefs and to let them twist everything we say until nothing is truth but only what they wish to be heard?"

"You . . . " Elvira hung her head and let out a breath she had not realized she had been holding. "You are right, of course, Ororo." Her gaze, as she lifted her head, encompassed both women so that they understood that though she only spoke one's name, her answer was intended for both. Her front door was cracking, and three of the four heads turned toward the sound of the wood beginning to severely buckle underneath the weight of the men who beat at it. Only Gonk did not turn toward it for he, instead, continued to look up with begging eyes at his beloved mistress.

Elvira sighed as her gaze met her familiar's. She would not allow him to meet the same fate as she had to. She knelt before him and quickly tore a piece of her dress. She spoke in hurried whispers to her strange, little poodle as she tied the piece of silky fabric around his collar. "Run to the docks, Gonk. Hide there but keep a look-out for Delvira and Jareth. They might still make it in time, but if they don't, they'll take good care of you." She could tell from the look of his eyes that he was about to argue with her, but she sternly continued, "No. We don't have time for that, Gonk. You have to trust me. You have to do this for Mommy." To neither Ororo's nor Patty's surprise, the poodle submitted in a nod. "Good boy," Elvira said as she lovingly stroked his wool one last time. A lone tear ran down her pale cheek as she kissed him on the top of his head; then she forced herself to stand. "Go, Gonk. Run, but don't be seen and don't get caught!"

She turned back to her friends but did not speak to them. She only nodded instead, but the simple movement of her head and the look in her distraught eyes told them everything they really needed to know. Together, they ran back to the group, and as one, the women took off running for the ocean. The mob fell through the door on top of each other, and only a few barely caught a glimpse of the big, black dog running from the open back door.

~*~*~*~

"Oh, Father! Father, something terrible has happened!" Elizabeth Swann wailed as she burst into the conference room.

The Governor looked up, clearly startled, as his daughter had just interrupted a very important meeting. He opened his mouth to yell at her, but his words caught in his throat as he saw the tears streaming down his only child's face and realized what had happened. "Elizabeth?! Elizabeth, dear, what's wrong?" he asked, his face and voice wringed with worry even as she collapsed, sobbing, into his open arms.

"It's Will!" she cried. "He's missing, Father!"

"Oh, nonsense!" he started to respond while reassuringly patting her back. "He's probably just superstitious! You know it's bad luck for the bride to see the groom before the wedding."

"I know, Father. That's why we planned to meet on either side of the door to the day room this morning, but when he didn't come, I sent out one of the guards to look for him. Robert said he found the shop open with no sign of Will anywhere, and no one's seen Will all day, not even his boss! Oh, Father, I just know something horrible's happened to him! You must send out a rescue party!"

"Nonsense, Elizabeth. I'm sure the lad's fine, but if he has gotten cold feet and ran off, then perhaps it's for the best. After all, you know the son of a pirate is only suitable for a slave to our level of -- "

Elizabeth had pulled back now and was watching her father with suddenly wary eyes. "What did you say?" she asked slowly, still sniffing as she tried to stop her tears.

"I said I'm sure he's fine."

"No . . ." she spoke slowly with a shake of her head. Her skin had paled and her emotions changed for a cold fear was steadily taking the place of her worry over her beloved's disappearance. "After that . . . "

"I said, if he has ran off, then perhaps it's for the best." The Governor spoke carefully, realizing that his slip of the tongue had made his daughter begin to suspect that he had did something to her fianc�. "After all, we all know you can do much better, Elizabeth."

"I can not do better than to follow my heart, Father," Elizabeth replied icily, having now slipped beyond her father's immediate reach, "and William Turner has my heart. However, that is still not what you said. Tell me that you did not say what I thought you did, that you did not say that the man I love is only suitable for a slave?!"

"I . . . Of course I did not!" the Governor, a bead of sweat already broken out across his forehead, hurried to assure her. "I only said that the son of a pirate is only suitable for a slave of people in our station, but William is much more than a pirate's son. After all, as you said, he is the man you love. I did not . . . "

Already, Elizabeth was shaking her head. As she looked at her own father as if he were a monster instead, her lips parted in a quiet whisper filled with both fear and despair, "You never could lie to me." He reached out to stop her, but Elizabeth avoided her father's grasp as she ran from the room as if all the Demons of Hell were nipping at her feet.

The Governor looked from his daughter's disappearing back to the other men in the room. "Gentlemen, if I may be . . . ?"

"Of course, Governor Swann. After all, we have all had a taste of young girls' teenaged flights of fancy before." The others nodded their heads in unison, though some had a distinctly different look on their faces than was on the faces of the fathers in the room.

"Thank you," the Governor hurriedly murmured as he swept out of the room and began running toward his daughter's bed chamber, thinking that that was where she had fled to. It never crossed the Governor's mind that his daughter might already be out of the safety of her home and well on her way to a certain pirate ship that she hoped with all her heart had already reached the harbor.

~*~*~*~

Carl sighed as he continued to make his way through the village, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He had had such high hopes when he had left the ship earlier that morning, and he was harshly reminded of the countless times his parents had warned him that high hopes were for tall people only and just got their race into trouble. He had met many women that morning and had used all kinds of different lines. He had tried the basic "Hello, baby!" to the more advanced line that was rumored to be the favorite of one of the world's greatest lovers, Bucklin Wilmington, the classic, "Beautiful . . . day, that is!" He had even tried his favorites, including accusing one particularly stunning redhead's father of being a thief for he had stolen sapphires for her hair and emeralds for her eyes.

Carl realized with only a bit of a shock that he had actually used every line in his book already that day, but they had all brought the same response. Every single woman, from the most beautiful he'd seen in a very long time to the ugly ones who he had attempted a move on out of nothing more than sheer desperation, had called him ugly, demanded to know just what he was, and slapped him. His ears still rang with their shouts, and his cheeks stung from their slaps. Of course, his constant, honest answers had not helped matters in the slightest for they had either fainted, hit him again until he had suffered a minor unconsciousness spell, or just picked up their skirts and ran as fast as their fancy shoes could carry them.

The little fellow sighed a second time, but as he drove his hands even deeper into his pockets, his fingers touched the coins that they held. He couldn't help a small smile as he realized just how many pockets he'd collected from. If it came to it, he could always hire a woman for the night yet again, but this time he'd actually have money left over. He chuckled as he thought of the reactions the women who had slapped him would have if they were to realize just how much lighter he'd made every one of their purses.

The lifting of his mood shattered, however, as angry shouts cut through the air. Another set of shouts rang out, but these were filled far more with fear than anger. "Come on, Paige!"

"I can't run any more!" Carl's eyes followed the sound of the feminine voices to an astonishingly large group of women. His heart cried out as he saw the tears streaming down several of their cheeks, and then his eyes were met with the face of the one called Paige. His heart stopped as his eyes feasted on her beauty. Despite the tears that ran down her face, marring her ivory skin, she was still surely the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen! "I just can't!"

"You have to!" another of the brunettes that surrounded her cried out. The brunettes on either side of Paige grasped her arms as they drug her with them, determined not to leave her behind.

"WITCHES!" Carl's heart sped back up and thundered so loudly that he wondered why it did not deafen both the mob and those fleeing from them. His eyes, and every other inch of his small body, were filled with fury as he stared at the mob chasing after the women. Some held lit torches while others carried pitchforks and long swords whose blades gleamed dangerously in the golden rays of the morning sun.

"You can run from us, but you will never escape the power of the Lord! He shall smite you all, wicked creatures of Satan!"

Carl's hands were so tightly balled into fists that his dull fingernails left marks in the palms of his hands. They would not get away with this. They would not hurt these women, let alone burn them, but he knew he could not save them alone. Turning, Carl had just began to run when something barreled under him. He fell forward but never reached the ground. Instead, he let out a yelp of surprise as he found himself riding a black dog that was bigger than he was!

The dog let out a howl as he ran, and the Gnome understood. Though he was glad for the understanding, he was filled with even more anger at the knowledge. "Get us to the port! My shipmates will rescue them!" The only response from Gonk was an extra burst of speed.

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