A Most Unusual Interest | By : Nemain Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 5187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A Most Unusual Interest Chapter Thirty (NC-17)
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Elizabeth
hid a yawn behind her hand as she stood outside the blacksmith’s shop. Will was running late. Again.
And she needed a nap.
Again. The sun was lowering over
the harbor, bathing Port Royal in a red-gold glow as people went about their
tropical winter evenings. It was nearly
the New Year, Christmas a memory and a strange one at that. Elizabeth had lamented the fact Jack had to
leave before properly enjoying the holiday, but Will had done his best to
assure her that pirates celebrated it, too, and no doubt he had made time for a
few carols aboard ship. She did not
believe him in the slightest.
The evening was too warm for her to
believe it was truly winter and for a moment, she found herself missing England
and the biting wind that she knew would be blowing across her family’s estate
there. Elizabeth was so lost in that
moment that she did not hear Will exit the shop or even notice his presence
until he slipped his arm around her waist. “Will!” she gasped, her hand going
to her throat. “Don’t startle me!”
“If I were any louder,” he smiled, “I
could’ve have awakened the dead!” They
began walking up the street, heading for the winding path to the governor’s
mansion. Burned sugar tainted the air,
a boiling gone bad on the plantation nearest town no doubt, and rum wafted on
the breeze thanks to the plethora of pubs dotting the quay. Will’s smile grew even more broad as he
continued, “You’ve been awfully distracted lately. Is there, ah, anything you need to tell me?” He had noticed how often his wife had been
sleeping during the day, her increasing agitated pacing in the night, not to
mention her sudden affinity for strange foods.
“Something…important?”
“Actually,” Elizabeth paused and
looked around the heavily trafficked street.
“Come here.” She pulled him into the narrow alleyway between two shops,
the rank stench of rotten vegetables nearly overpowering. “I wanted to wait and tell you tonight when
we were at home, alone, but since you brought it up, I might as well tell you
now…”
“No, wait!” He laid his fingers over her lips and looked
suddenly panicked. “Not here…not in a
trash filled alley. You were right…let’s
wait until we’re alone.”
Elizabeth sighed. “My father is expecting is shortly. The sooner we get there, the sooner we can
leave and be back home.”
Will nodded and let her lead him
back into the street. Their weekly
dinner with the governor was not so much a choice as an obligation, one
Elizabeth did not mind in the slightest but one which he found off
putting. He had no problem with her father
but it was the constant stares from Norrington that made his food seem unpalatable. “Are you sure?” he asked as they reached the
crest of the hill, the gates to the mansion mere yards away. “We can turn around and go back…”
Elizabeth smiled fleetingly. “It’ll keep for a short while. Besides, there might be news of Jack and
Myrtle.”
Will sighed and opened the gate,
standing aside as the soldier who had been sleeping on guard duty started awake
and leapt to his feet. “Myrtle…that’s
her name. I’ve been thinking it’s
something else…”
She narrowed her eyes. “How could
you forget? The circumstances of her
arrival alone make it memorable!” She
pressed her lips together in a show of annoyance as the guard led them to the
door, letting the butler take over.
Will sighed again and knew this was
going to be a long, difficult supper.
Governor Swann smiled down the
table at his daughter. Dinner had been
lively, save for the stilted silence between Elizabeth and Will. “Norrington tells me your pirate friend’s
ship was sighted earlier this week.”
Elizabeth looked up sharply. “Where?”
Norrington’s face bore what was
quickly becoming a permanent sneer of distaste as he set his spoon down on his
plate. “In the sea, Elizabeth.”
Will’s brow arched. “Norrington, I will thank you not to speak
so to my wife,” he said with emphasis on the last two words.
Governor Swann’s smile slipped a
little. “Um, rather. The ship was off the coast of Zoruba… I do wonder what he was doing there. I hope to Prudence’s sake that he did not
have that girl with him any longer.”
“Females like her,” Norrington
opined savagely, stabbing at his syllabub, “are good for very few things in
life. She has no fortune, no looks to
recommend her and is entirely without connections in the colonies. If she were still with him, which would not
surprise me, I think it is quite obvious what her new station in life has
become.”
Elizabeth gripped her fork so
tightly the soft silver began to bend. “There
are ladies present,” she snarled, her eyes snapping. Before Norrington could deign to apologize, she added, “And you
are as clueless as you are pedantic!”
Will hid his laugh behind a
napkin. Norrington intoned imperiously,
“And to what does she owe your protection of her reputation?”
Elizabeth inhaled slowly,
dangerously close to revealing what she knew.
The trunk Myrtle had left had remained locked for many days, until that
morning… It had proven too tempting,
seeming to call her even in her sleep.
Elizabeth could trace her wakeful nights to the very evening Jack had
left with Myrtle, leaving the trunk in their bedroom for safekeeping. That very night, the dreams had begun. Dark and bitter, swirling with things she
could not name, they had robbed her of rest and made shorshort tempered and
suspicious. “She is a girl in need of a
friend,” she finally replied. “I am not
so high and mighty that her lack of family or funds would keep me from being
such to her.”
Norrington raised a brow, his
glance flicking over Will. “Apparently,
lack of station is no obstacle for you, either.”
The burgeoning row was brought to a
halt by the sudden appearance of Samuel, the kitchen boy. Panting and
trembling, he skidded to a halt in the dining room’s arched entryway. “Pardon me, sirs, lady,” he breathed,
ducking his head, “but there is an emergency in the kitchens.”
“Well take care of it!” Governor
Swann snappedan san style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “You know your place!”
Will was already rising to his
feet, pushing his plate aside. “What is
it, Leo? Is someone hurt?”
“Yes sir, Mister Will…” Leo nodded,
his breath finally slowing. “A
stranger, sir. He come to the back door and…and… He’s dead!”
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