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An Eye for a Bargain	By : Nimue Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 6026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: An Eye for a Bargain 4/?

Genre: Action/Romance

Pairing: J/OC, W/E, N/OC

Rating: R/NC-17

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am serious. Even this machine is a rental. Pirates of the Caribbean, all its characters/places/things belongs to Disney. I take no credit for the recognizable. I make no profit from this.

Summary: A romance of sorts for Jack Sparrow.

Notes: A really short one. I�ve divided up this chapter, as it became far too long.

Comments: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I appreciate the help of those that picked out the more glaring errors. I�ve done my best to clean them up.

I also appreciate any constructive criticism anyons tos to offer. I promise to work on keeping Jack more in character. I must confess, pirate lingo and slang is much harder to write that I had thought. I�ve toned Jack down a bit as suggested.

The story is coming along, albeit slowly. The R rating will come into effect shortly. To those of you waiting for smut, your patience is appreciated.

Happy reading!

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William could not help but notice the sparkle of tears on his wife�s cheek, nor ignore the dampness of her sorrow on his chest. "Hush Elizabeth, t�will be alright." He soothingly rubher her shoulders, his strong workman�s hands testing the soft flesh for knots, caressing them away. He heard her sob, her breath hitching as he spoke.

"It cannot be helped Will. We have so much, and Jack has nothing. He�s going to die on the morrow, and we have done naught but lie in bed."

Will sighed. It was impossible trying to reason with her when she was like this. "Liz, we wouldn�t even get near the prison tonight. It�s being guarded by the whole of the ported Navy. Norrington isn�t taking any chances this time. However, if we leave before the sunrise, we may be able to help the Pearl�s crew with whatever plans they�re hatching."

"The execution will take place at noon," She whispered into the darkness, holding her lover tightly for support. "I expect Commodore Norrington will forgo the trial this time, Will. God, I couldn�t bear to watch him die."

"We won�t watch him die, love." He caressed her tenderly, able to offer her this one small comfort. A sudden thought occurred to him. "You know," he whispered, trying desperately to lighten the mood. "Another man might become jealous, what with your talking of Jack in our bed."

It couldn�t be helped; she burst into a fit of giggles. "Did I ever tell you, that when he and I were marooned on the rum runners island, that Jack came onto me quite strongly?"

"I believe you neglected to mention it." Will replied, his brow furrowing in concern. There was a touch of jealousy in his tone, which only served to make her smile bigger.

"Aye, he did. We�d been drinking rum for hours. Well, he�d been drinking the rum. I sipped some and disposed of the rest. He thought I was inebriated, and made a sorrowful attempt at my honour."

"Why that dirty scoundrel." Will exclaimed. "I ought to have his head!"

"He is a scoundrel isn�t he? A devilish, swaggering, cocky, daring, beautiful�"

"Enough! He�s a bloody pirate!" Exasperated, Will made to leave the bed.

"Aye, he is a pirate." Elizabeth caught him before he could go. "And so are you."

She sought Will�s chocolate eyes, finding them wide with hope, love, and hurt. She�d hurt him? Or course not; he knew she was only jesting. Nay, he was hurt over Jack, over not being able to help his friend.

All this time, she�d thought Will so calm and collected. She�d almost believed he didn�t care what happened to Jack, but she should have known better.

Will�s eyes filled with tears, and he looked away suddenly, ashamed of his weakness. "Oh Will, please don�t cry. We must be strong. I can�t be strong without you." She cooed.

"He�s as a brother to me. The only brother I have." Will shook his head. This couldn�t be happening. What if they couldn�t save him? What if he died?

"Jack is a specfriefriend, Will. He�s unique. He�d have never come so far without his good fortune, and I refuse to believe that fortune will abandon him now."

William gazed at his wife, his heart lightening considerably at his words. He sat upon the edge of their bed, his heart thudding heavily in his chest. "I don�t suppose we�ll get much sleep tonight."

Elizabeth smiled. "No, I suppose not." She smoothed his brow, brushing his wayward curls away.

"Then let�s make ready for the morn. We have a friend to rescue."

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Captain Jack Sparrow lie flat on his back, gazing up at the ceiling of his tiny cell. The good Commodore was planning to hang him in a few hours. Jack smiled. The navy man could try of course, but Jack was confident of his escape. His crew�d been planning this event months ago, when William had tipped him off of Norrington�s plans.

Sparrow was concerned however, that he�d allowed himself to be captured in the first place. He knew he ought to have been more careful while in Tortuga, but a good drink and fine feminine company had been a callin�. Jack Sparrow was never one to pass up an opportunity for a good drink, and the rum in Tortuga was fine indeed. He picked idly at the tunic that had been provided him. The fabric was coarse, and far too heavy for wear in the Caribbean. But then, British Soldiers were oft seen gallivanting around in heavy wool uniforms, no matter the heat. Bloody fools. Most likely, he�d been dressed from their stores, though he couldn�t imagine why they would bother.

They�d treated him like a king, only to hang him like a thief days afterward. Waste a� money if ya asked him.

He spared a glance at the Iron bars that held him inside his prison. Unfortunately, there was no William Turner on the other side to set him free this time. It was probably best that William stay out of this, unlikely as it was that Governor Swann would grant the lad clemency a second time, even if the boy was his son in law.

Jack sighed. He despised being caged up like an animal. He sat up, taking care to go slowly. His jailers had damaged his ribs when they�d transferred him to his new accommodations. Rising to his feet, he was mildly surprised to see the Commodore himself appear before his door. What was even more shocking was that the gentleman was alone.

Gesturing wildly, Jack commented. "Miss me so much Commodore? Have ya� come to tell me that you�ve had a change of heart? Can�t send another man to the devil�s throne after all?"

"Only in your wildest dreams, Sparrow." Norrington blandly replied.

The pirate�s face fell. "Well, if you�ve come to gloat, don�t be wastin� yer time. I�ve got me better things ta do." He frowned. Surely there was a way out of this damned cell?

"Important matters to attend to, pirate?" Norrington inquired. "Well, so long as you�re barred in my prison, you have all the time in the world, and as a matter of fact, I�ve just come by some good fortune, and otherwise have no one to share it with."

"Me good man," Jack gestured. "You really do need to find yourself a woman. In fact, perhaps I can make a few suggestions?"

Norrington laughed. "It�s good of you to say so Sparrow. In fact, that is my good news. As of this evening, I�ve become engaged."

"Engaged, eh? Why, the poor woman." Jack reseated himself on the floor, as though preparing for a long conversation. "Tell me Commodore, what�s the good lady�s name?"

Norrington paused. Perhaps he shouldn�t divulge too much information. But then, Sparrow would be dead in the morn, so what could the harm be? "Her name is Abiageal McLeod. She�s the eldest daughter of one of my wards. They are of good strong English blood. It�s a fine match. She�s just sailed from England, arrived only before you did. While I�ll admit she�s not a beauty, she does come with other benefits." The Commodore smiled.

"McLeod, eh? Sounds like she�s a good Irish girl then." Jack shook his head. "Does she know yer� marryin� her for her money?"

Norrington stiffened, his face reddening in anger. "I said naught about money, Mister Sparrow. I�d advise you to hold your tongue."

"Ye just said that your girl wasn�t a beauty. For what other reason would you wed her, if not money? To preserve your station? Last I checked, it wasn�t necessary for a military man to marry. In fact, does he not perform his duties better when not "distracted" by women? The way I see it, yer marryin� this lass for her fortune, and not much else. Ye be no better an� a pirate, mate." Jack�s eyes sparkled, awaiting the forthcoming denial.

Norrington said nothing. Rather, he strode away quickly, his temper getting the better of him. Sparrow was right of course. He was not much better than a pirate, at least not where Abiageal was involved. For an instant, he contemplated giving her up, going the honest route. But then his senses returned. Why should he give her up? It�s not as though she�d do any better than him. Pirate indeed.
Jack smiled, a cocky grin twisting upon his lips. So the Commodore was getting married, eh? And to a lovely rich girl no less. He laughed. No doubt, the man�s fianc�e would be present for the hanging.

Ah well, Jack thought. If nothing else, I�ll get to see this darling damsel before I go.

He whistled then, his spirits lifting as his voice rose in song. "A pirates life for me."

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Laura Montgomery winced as she tightening the strings on her daughter�s corset. It had taken the better part of an hour to get it done this far. Poor Abby simply wasn�t built fondoondon fashions. Her daughter was in obvious pain, but there was no help for it. She was to make an appearance today, along with the rest of the family. It seemed Commodore Norrington had nabbed himself a particularly nasty pirate, and the brute was to meet his end at the noon hour. In honour of Norrington�s achievement, Lawrence had proclaimed that the entire family was to be present for the execution.

Laura sighed, tightening the last thread. Abiageal stood, her face pale with the effort. Even with the blasted contraption on, she hardly looked the china doll. "Why must you insist I wear this mother? I can barely fetch a breath." She gasped.

"You know as well as I do that your dress was tailored for wear with a corset. Besides, it�s only proper." Laura insisted. She wasn�t about to start the argument again. "Sometimes, a woman must make sacrifices. You�d do well to learn that Abby, for your marriage will be difficult if you don�t." Huffing, she withdrew the garment in question and assisted in helping Abiageal into it. Abby twitched in disgust at the sight of the gown. Whoever had ordered it had put no thought into its wearer.

It was pink, and fluffy, and utterly ridiculous.

"I refuse to be caught dead in such an outfit. It�s pink mother! You know I look dreadful in pink! Does everyone forget I have red hair that�s been bleached orange in this tropical sun? I�ll be the laughing stock of the entire town!"

"Don�t be vain Abby, you�ll look just fine."

Abby sighed. It was completely and utterly hopeless.

"Your father commissioned this dress for you, specifically for this purpose." Laura supplied, as she buttoned the back. Smoothing the shoulders, she turned Abby towards the mirror. "There you see? You look divine." Abby shuddered. She looked wretched. The dress sleeves were puffed at the shoulders, making them appear even larger than usual. The bust line was cut car too low, revealing ample cleavage, to put it mildly. Abby knew she was practically falling out of the dress. The garment was highly inappropriate, especially for the occasion.

"Do you really think such an elaborate gown is appropriate for an execution? Is this not supposed to be a somber event? We are after all sending a man to his death."

Laura stiffened. "He�s a vile pirate, Abby, not a man. He relinquished that title the day he set out for vile deeds."

Abiageal disagreed. Every person was a subject of circumstance. She herself was a perfect example. Just because this man was guilty of crimes did not make his life unworthy of mercy. She bit her tongue on those thoughts. There was no use in starting another argument.

"Thank you mother. The dress is lovely." Abby forced the words from her lips.

"I�ll tell your father you liked the dress." Laura smiled. "Now take a seat Abby, there is no need to overdo it. I�ll send a maid to fetch you when we�re y toy to depart."

With nothing else to do, Abby sat.

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