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Chapter Thirty One - Rescues and Revelations
Jack strode through the streets, he looked neither left nor right, and his
attention was on the compass in his hand. His men spread out around him,
shadows with drawn swords, grim expressions on their faces and any who thought
to challenge melted back into the darkness. Norrington’s men were on the docks
they had control and no one was challenging Jack or his crew as they made their
way through the narrow alleyways, the compass had been unwavering until just a
few minutes ago, now it was swinging wildly as if it could not decide in which
direction to settle. They were moving, and it looked as though they had been
separated. He stopped to tap and shake it, willing it to just give him a
heading, someone that he could follow.
“Jack Sparrow….” The whispered voice made him raise his head. “Jack” the voice
came again from the shadowed doorway of a large house.
“I am Jack Sparrow what do you want with me…” He walked forward one hand on his
sword peering into the gloom.
“Bloody hell…are you a ghost?” one hand reached out to touch the face in front
of him “Jeremiah Jones…but you were hung for being pirate…the bloody Spanish
got you.”
“Aye Jack…but they decided not to hang me; one Carlos Vega had better uses for
me.”
“You still talk decidedly funny mate” Jack was tapping at the compass, “If you
want out of this place the Pearl is in the harbour.”
“That is most generous of you Jack but I think that I may know something that
will help you…Isabella and William.”
Jacks head shot up and he grabbed Jones by the shoulders “where are they mate.”
“Gone…I helped them to escape, I had to Jack they could not remain here until
you arrived. Vega, in his quest for vengeance has gone quite mad, he would have
killed them.”
“Where did they go?”
“I do not know, but one of the serving women said that she saw them captured.
Your sister taken one direction and young William the other.”
“Jones!!!!” The voice was an angry bellow and there was the sharp sound of
glass breaking “Jones!”
“Go to the Pearl” Jack pushed the
man forwards “Anna Maria you and a couple of the others go with him.”
He looked at Jones “It is good to see you mate, we will talk later. Go.”
“Be careful Jack, he is insane, he always walked a thin line, but now he has
crossed it.”
Jack pushed his hat more firmly on his head and stepped through the doorway.
There were no lamps lit, the hall was dark but he could see the man’s
silhouette, a black shape, slightly darker than the night. Jack’s fingers moved
on his sword.
“Jones you betrayed me…you aided them.” The shadow moved forwards.
Jack spoke “Jones has gone.”
“And who the hell are you…get out or I will kill you with my bare hands.”
“Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow, you may have heard of me.”
There was an intake of breath and then a flicker of light as a lantern was lit.
“Jack Sparrow…so you are here looking for your sister, well you are too late.
More is the pity; I had plans for your Isabella.”
“Give you the slip did they?” Jack’s voice was low, conversational, no hint in
the tone to indicate any emotion at what he had just heard, but the crew
exchanged glances and hands tightened on weapons. The man lunged but Jack moved
quickly a punch to the gut before the sword tip pressed against the Spaniard’s
throat.
“Search the house…” the words thrown over his shoulder as his men moved like
shadows through the door.
“I tell you she is not there…she escaped.”
“I prefer to see these things for myself.”
Jack waited for a long moment then moved closer so that his mouth was at the
mans ear, whispering softly words that made his prisoner shudder.
“Cap’n” Gibbs was at his shoulder “they are not here, but we found this….”
Jack held out his hand, the locket dropped into his palm with a soft thud and
his fingers closed around it.
*
Will woke, shaking his head trying to clear the black mists that surrounded
him. He was in a carriage; he could hear the horse’s hooves on cobblestones. He
put one hand to the back of his head, there was a huge lump, his fingers probed
but the skin did not appear to be broken. He winced and tried to collect his
thoughts, where was he, what had happened? Why was he in a carriage? He pushed
his mind back trying to recall what he had been doing. Images flitted through
his head, a street full of people and he was with some one, they were trying to
escape, from what he was not sure. Who was he with, Jack, no…one of the crew? A
woman..Yes a woman, he had her hand and then he had pushed her told her to run.
She had screamed…and then the images that swirled in his head became clearer.
He had fought, though the odds were against him he had managed to take two men
down using only fists and feet, before taking a sword from one of the fallen,
spinning ready to use it, trying to get through the crowd to where Bella had
been carried kicking and yelling down a narrow alley.
“Bella” his head hit the seat behind him, where was she? There was a figure
sitting across from him, he had not noticed before, but then his eyes were
still unfocused.
“You wake I see” he did not recognise the voice, but the accent was Spanish. “I
apologise that my men had to knock you unconscious.” There was a note of
respect in the mans voice, of the seven that had returned with the Englishman
not one of them did not nurse some injury. This man, who ever he was, was
skilled in fighting. “As soon as we reach our destination your head shall be
tended to.”
“Where is she” Will demanded “where is Bella?”
“I am afraid I do not know, I hope that she is safe.”
“Safe..With who, that Carlos will kill her.”
“Not with Carlos but with friends, people that remember her father.”
“Who are you?”
“I am Roberto – almost brother of Raoul. And who are you friend of Isabella’s,
what name are you called by?”
“I am Will, William Turner and I sail with her brother.”
“I am pleased to meet you William Turner, pleased that my men were able to
rescue you” a hand was held out “It seems that we have a common aim. To keep
Isabella alive.”
Will took his hand and shook it. He was still wary but there was nothing he
could do now.
*
“Let go of me you bastard” Bella kicked and ignoring the muttered curse as he
knee smashed into tender flesh, she was spitting with fury as she was bundled
into a carriage, a lean man sat in the seat across from her. He was smiling and
she watched him warily.
“Welcome Isabella, please accept my apologies for the way in which we had to
aid in your escape.”
“Who are you?”
“I am Martinez. I am a friend”
“How do I know that?”
“You don’t Isabella, but I was a friend of your fathers, and I like to think of
your Mothers.”
“So was that bastard Carlos and he was going to kill me..”
“He was no friend…your grandfather sent me to secure you release.”
“My Grandfather.”
“Yes and he asked me to give you this when I found you.”
He handed over a creamy white envelope, it was heavy the paper of fine quality
and Bella ripped open the end, taking a sheet of paper that was folded in half.
Carefully she spread it out, reading the letter that that told her things about
herself that no stranger could have ever know. The birthmark on her hip, the
locket. Only a few words but it was enough.
She looked up “Where is Will?”
“Will?”
“He was with me, what have you done with him?”
“Aah your companion, my men only returned with yourself. I fear that he was
captured by Carlos, they said that they saw him fall.”
“We have to go back, we have to save him.”
“We cannot Isabella, the city is unsafe, the English are in the harbour and
there are pirates within the city.”
“That is my brother…Captain Jack Sparrow that you speak of, stop this carriage
I want to go back, I want to go to my brother.”
“But surely you would rather be with your family, your real family.”
Bella stared at the man “Jack is my family.”
*
Jack wiped his hands against his shirt and expression of distaste on his face
as he looked through the door for one long moment before he turned to face his
crew.
“Back to the Pearl Cap’n?” Gibb watched him closely and gave the order as Jack
nodded.
Gibb glanced at him once then fell in beside his Captain, Jack was light on his
feet almost gliding, one hand on his sword as they once again melded with the
shadows in the now empty streets.
“Did you….” The question faltered on his lips as Jack glanced at him from the
corner of his eye. “Jack surely you did not let him live.”
Jack’s lip twisted “there are worse things than dying Gibb.”
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