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Deceit and Decisions	By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 4214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Usual disclaimers :(
With thanks to Chelsey, Orli’s Hot
Chick, Miss Sophia, A Depp Girl, johnny’shumilatedgrape, Kat (what are you on,
girl?!), and especially Hils for editing when she’s a poorly bunny {{hugs}}
Chelsey congrats on art school and
well done re: the play!
A Depp Girl and Kat – thank you!
A bit of bad news.
For the foreseeable future, I shall only be posting one chapter a week,
either on a Saturday or Sunday. I am not
that far ahead of myself where the story is concerned and my little fingers
have been flying across the keyboard the past couple of nights. As soon as I have a backlog of chapters
again, I shall revert to two chapters a week.
Ani
…
Chapter nine: ‘Damn
his eyes! We need to do something about
Sparrow and soon.’

‘I am surprised, George,’
Commodore Beauchamp admonished. ‘A
little disappointed even.’ He surveyed
the damage to HMS Adventurer, caused by Anamaria’s ship, the Lone
Star, and shook his head slowly.
‘I guess they thought they’d got
nothing to lose, Sir,’ Captain Farrier replied in his defence. ‘I shall not underestimate the next one.’
‘I know you shan’t and it’s not
like it happens often, eh?’ he chuckled wryly, knowing that this was the first
time that a ship that George Farrier captained had been damaged to this extent.
‘Let’s just hope that more of them
decide not to hit back.’
Elias Beauchamp turned and
regarded his captain and friend for long moments, a slight frown on his
face. ‘They won’t… will they?’
‘I honestly do not know, Sir. Most are the usual drunken sots who can
barely sail a dory, let alone an armed sloop.
But there are some who actually seem to possess some sort of
intelligence. They don’t come at us
with all guns firing and thinking they can blow us out of the water. They are more measured in what they do.’
‘Any sign of Sparrow?’
‘Not recently, no,’ Farrier
replied, shrugging his shoulders ruefully.
‘But we should be hearing some news soon.’
‘You have a man in place
already?’ The Commodore raised his
eyebrows, the corners of his lips twitching to a half smile.
‘I do,’ the captain of the Adventurer
chuckled. ‘I most certainly do.’
…
Jack grinned as he spotted his
wife tending to some flowers in the garden.
He crept up on her and patted her backside, making her jump. ‘I’ve been talking to th’carpenter about a
crib for th’babe,’ he smiled, feeling pleased with himself.
‘Why?’ Jenny asked. ‘It’s far too early yet and besides, what
about Josh Browning, the ship’s carpenter.
You don’t want to put his nose out of joint.’
‘Aw, come on Jen,’ Jack
urged. ‘I won’t get ashore that often
before th’babe is born so we might as well start buyin’ things for th’nursery.’
‘No and that is my final answer!’
Jenny replied emphatically. ‘I don’t
want to tempt fate, Jack…’
‘There is no Valentine to hurt you
now, eh?’
‘No, just the British bloody
Navy! You will be back before the baby
is due, so we will get things orgnaised then.’
‘But…’
‘No!’
‘All right,’ Jack sighed, taking a
step towards his wife and hugging her.
‘I’m sorry I upset ya, and you’re right about Josh. I’ll get him ter make a crib nearer th’time,
savvy?’
‘Thank you,’ Jenny breathed. ‘I know I’m a bit… well, fussy.’
‘No more than usual,’ Jack
chuckled, yelping as she spanked his bottom.
‘Come on, let’s go an’ sit under th’tree.’ They walked to the palm at the end of the garden and sat in the
shade, Jack leaning against the tree with Jenny in his arms.
‘I wonder how Patience is?’ Jenny
wondered. ‘I hope Billy and Luke found
them all right.’
‘Billy Wheeler can find his way
anywhere,’ Jack laughed. ‘Especially if
trouble’s to be had.’
‘Oh yes,’ Jenny agreed, a grin
splitting her face. ‘I do hope they come
back soon, I miss her and Shay.’
‘Be good practise fer Shay, all
this with th’Navy.’
‘So you’re still going ahead with
it?’ Jenny had been a little afraid
Jack would have second thoughts about giving up the captaincy.
‘Yes luv,’ he promised. ‘I haven’t changed my mind, an’ nor will I.’
‘Good,’ she smiled, nestling back
against him contentedly.
…
Captain George Farrier knocked on
the door to the Commodore’s office and waited until he was called before
entering. He removed his hat and
saluted smartly, a grim expression on his face.
‘What’s happened?’
‘I have some bad news, Sir. My spy has sent word that the pirates have
formed a brotherhood of sorts. He has
also said that they were intending to, or probably by this time, have
hit at least three of our ships and bases - Grand Turk, English Harbour in
Antigua and Charlestown in Nevis.’
Elias Beauchamp sighed heavily,
pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘How
many pirates are involved in this brotherhood?’
‘Around a dozen I believe. Led by Jack Sparrow…’
‘Damn his eyes! We need to do something about Sparrow and
soon.’
‘I am currently trying to find out
the location of where his wife lives. I
believe we can use her as a way of getting him,’ Captain Farrier informed his
superior.
‘Good idea - any clues yet?’
‘No,’ he sighed. ‘I believe something happened before,
something regarding his wife, but I can’t find out what. Sparrow is tighter than a barrel when it
comes to personal information.’
‘Is your spy in a position to find
out any personal information?’
‘He is, Sir,’ Farrier smiled
thinly. ‘I shall send word to him to
find out what he can and see if he can find the location of where Jenny
Sparrow lives.’
‘Good man. Is it worth going to the bases and assessing
the damage?’
‘It would leave Port Royal
woefully undermanned,’ Farrier reasoned.
‘If the pirates are starting to hit back, we need all the manpower we
can get here.’
‘Yes, I agree,’ the Commodore
nodded. ‘Very well, we shall leave it a
while. I will send Lieutenant Carter as
acting captain, to the bases on the Blue Whale – we can spare that at
least.
‘Is she ready yet, Sir?
There hasn’t been much time for her to be re-fitted – she hasn’t even
been re-classified as HMS Whale.
What if pirates spot her and believe that she is still one of their
ships?’
‘That’s something Carter will have
to deal with. If the worst should
happen, I would rather lose a former pirate ship with a few men manning her,
than the whole fleet.’
‘Very well, Sir. I shall issue him with his orders right
away.’
‘Thank you, George. What would I do without you?’
…
Jack crept down the stairs of his
house, hating himself for sneaking away from Jenny while she was still
asleep. But he did not think he could
face her tears, not this time. So he
left her a note on her dresser and stole from the room with the expertise of a
man used to creeping silently. He
prayed that the Pearl was anchored in the harbour where she was supposed
to be, and that no-one would spot her and wonder at the sudden appearance. But the town was as quiet as he skulked into
a boat moored at the wharf and gently stroked the oars through the water
towards where his ship should be.
…
‘To the Brotherhood!’ William
Moody cried, raising his mug in salute.
‘The Brotherhood!’ the other
pirates chorused, returning the salute in a cacophony of noise.
‘Yer quiet, Jack,’ Edward Teach
said, regarding his friend and cohort after the noise had died down.
‘Eh? Ah, I’m all right,’ Jack grinned, flashing his gold teeth, then
allowing his mind to wander back to Jenny and wondered if she would forgive him
for sneaking off the way he had a week previously, after Teach had moved on.
‘I say we make a move on Port
Royal!’ Samuel Bellamy announced, his voice carrying to the four corners of The
Faithful Bride.
‘Tell th’whole fuckin’ world, why
don’t ya!’ Batholomew Roberts growled,
glaring angrily at the shamefaced man.
‘It’s too early ter make a move on
Port Royal anyway,’ Jack informed the crowd of men. ‘Ya can guarantee that th’Commodore will want to find out what’s
happened on at least one of th’islands, so at least one of th’ships won’t be in
th’harbour an’ there’s no point in attackin’ if there aren’t any ships ter
destroy.’
‘They won’t know about it yet,’
Thomas Tew argued.
‘I’ll bet ya they do…’
‘I agree with Jack,’ Teach put
in. ‘New travels as fast around th’Navy
as it does around us pirates. They’ll
know.’
‘So what do we do now then?’
another, unseen voice asked.
‘Attack th’forts that don’t have
ships,’ Roberts told him. ‘Th’less tars
and redbacks there are, th’easier it’ll be fer us when we do attack Port
Royal, eh?’
‘Aye!’ the pirates roared as one,
eagerly filling their mugs from the jugs that Bledri Jenkins, the proprietor,
had placed on the tables.
…
‘Here! What you doin’ there?’
Andrew McCarrick grabbed the newest crewman, Pauly Wilson, by the scruff
of the neck and hauled him away from the door of Jack’s cabin, where a meeting
between Jack, Edward Teach, Batholomew Roberts and Thomas Tew was taking place.
‘I-I was j-just wonderin’ whether
ter offer them ale or summat,’ Wilson stammered, looking fearfully at the bulky
Scotsman. ‘I-I wasn’t doin’ anythin’
w-wrong…’
‘On yer way!’ Drew growled, shoving
the hapless man along the corridor and away from the cabin. ‘An’ if I see you hangin’ around
th’captain’s cabin again – yer in trouble, ya hear?’
‘Y-yes,’ Pauly stammered. ‘I-I won’t do it again…’
‘What’s goin’ on?’ Jack demanded
as he opened the door and glared at Drew.
‘Nothin’ Cap’n,’ he replied
nonchalantly. ‘Nothin’ at all.’
‘Fine, but keep th’bleedin’ noise
down, eh?’
‘Aye, Sir.’
‘Sorry about that gentlemen,’ Jack
apologised as he shut the door and turned back into his cabin.
‘That’s all right,’ Edward Teach
grinned. ‘We’re all used ter it on our
own bloody ships!’
‘So, we’re agreed on attacking the
bases at Cayman, Monsterrat, St. Lucia and Bridgetown then?’ Jack asked of his
fellow pirate captain’s seated around his table.
‘Aye,’ they all agreed.
‘Right,’ Jack grinned. ‘I’ll take Cayman being as I’ve got
th’fastest ship an’ Cayman is nearest ter Port Royal. Who wants th’others?’
The men conferred, bandying the
remaining islands about as if they were mere trinkets they wanted for their
favourite whore, until they were all satisfied with who was to attack where.
…
Early May

‘Sir!’ George Farrier knocked curtly on his superior’s office and walked
in without being beckoned.
‘What has happened?’ Elias Beauchamp
asked, knowing it was serious, so did not admonish his captain.
‘They are going to attack the
smaller forts – those without ships.
There was a meeting in Tortuga and on Sparrow’s ship, and they are on
their way now. What shall we do?’
The Commodore sighed heavily and
pushed away some papers he had been working on. ‘We don’t know which forts?’
‘No Sir, my informant could not
find out.’
‘Then whilst the mice are away,
the cat shall play. They hit our bases
– we hit theirs.’
‘We’re going to attack Tortuga?’
‘Yes, George,’ the Commodore
replied gravely.
‘Very good, Sir. I shall go and informed the other captain’s
immediately. When shall we be leaving?’
‘In the morning.’
…
Four days later

Shay Connelly looked around the
cabin at the group of people containing his two brothers, Finan and Lanty,
Finan’s wife, Sive and their two small sons, his crewmates, Billy Wheeler and
Luke Martin and finally at his wife’s terrified face, and sighed. Pirates had attacked the ship that had
brought them from Ireland and Billy had invoked the right of parley with
Captain Vegas who had agreed to take them to Tortuga, for a price. Now he had amended that, deciding to take a
hostage until Jack arrived back in Tortuga and bought his freedom. Shay had volunteered immediately, drawing
gasps from his relatives, not least Patience, who clutched their two-month-old
daughter, Erin, tightly to her chest.
‘I’m sorry, cailin,’ he apologised
at the horrified look in her eyes. ‘I
just want ter get ye all ashore safely.’
Patience did not answer – terror
at what might, could happen had struck her dumb, and she just stared at
him.
‘Vegas has kept this word so far -
no harm has come to us so I doubt he’ll harm me now there’s a chance of reward
from Jack,’ Shay reasoned.
‘Kept his word?’ she cried, anger
finally giving her a voice. ‘He’s
reneged on th’accord an’ his crew have taken everythin’ we had! Some bloody keepin’ of an accord if yer ask
me!’
‘Look, get yer things together
before he changes his mind and keeps us all on board,’ he pleaded, wanting to
get his family ashore and to safety.
‘Where will we go?’ Sive asked
worriedly, looking at Finan who looked at Shay then Patience, wondering if
returning with his brother in search of work had really been such a good idea.
‘I have a friend,’ Patience told
them. ‘She might put us up but it’ll
mean sleepin’ on th’dirt floor.’
‘Francine?’ Shay asked, nodding
his head in approval. He knew her
friend would look after them.
Patience nodded. ‘If things get nasty with Luke, I’ll head up
the Jonas trail,’ she said, cautious of ears listening.
‘I know where to,’ he nodded,
understanding that she meant Valentine's hideout. ‘Be careful, cailin. I
find ye as soon as I can, I promise.’
Patience nodded, not happy with
the decision but she could see no way of arguing with it. She reached across, hugging him as tightly
as she could with Erin in her arms, kissing him tearfully. ‘Be careful,’ she whispered, her voice
cracking.
‘I will, my love,’ he promised,
nuzzling the downy hair on his daughter’s head. ‘I’ll see ye soon.’
‘Ya’d better,’ she warned, before
turning back to the others. ‘Lanty,
will yer carry me sacks?’
‘Of course I will,’ the young
Irishman agreed, picking them up.
‘I’ll look after her,’ Fin
promised Shay as they headed out the door.
Patience turned, smiling through
her tears at him. ‘This is Tortuga,
mate –
I’ll be lookin’ after you!’
‘Patience, give me Erin an’ I’ll
climb down with her,’ Billy offered as they reached the ship’s side and making his
way to the waiting boat clutching the precious bundle to his chest.
Shay wrapped his arms around
Patience once more, mentally kicking himself for volunteering so eagerly. ‘Take care,’ he croaked.
Tears silently slid down her face
as she nodded, unable even to speak. At
a glance from Vegas she kissed Shay one last time and awkwardly climbed over
the ship’s rail to the boat.
‘Right, ter th’brig wi’ya,’ Vegas
ordered, grinning at the shocked look on his prisoner’s face. ‘Well ya don’t think I’m givin’ ya th’run
o’me ship, do ya?’
Shay’s heart sank and he trooped
behind a crewman down to the dark, dank brig, grimacing as the door clanged
shut behind him. ‘Ye won’t forget about
me, will ye?’ he pleaded, but got no reply.
…
Happy now that Shay’s back? ;)
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