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Tangled Threads - A Story of Pirates	By : KiwiGirl Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 4819 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Nine - Merging Threads

Commodore James Norrington hissed in frustration hat
shading his eyes and forearms resting on the railings of the Dauntless, he
watched the island burn. First light had revealed a burnt wasteland, what had
once been a pleasant anchorage was a blackened smouldering
ruin. The fire had raged all night and showed no sign of burning out in the
foreseeable future. The large explosion and subsequent bonfire had Jack Sparrow
written all over it, of course the crew of the Dauntless had pulled up anchor
and raced to the source but naturally Sparrow was long gone and there were no
lights on the horizon to chase. It was totally against the seafaring code but
he was a pirate and what could you expect of a pirate. James hated to admit it
but he had some admiration for the Captain of the Black Pearl, Jack Sparrow was
a scoundrel but he was exceedingly clever.

Norrington had made it his business to find out all
he could about Sparrow after the man had escaped his own hanging and had soon realised that while Jack was a canny pirate he was not
cruel, most of his piracy seemed to be accomplished by reputation alone. Much
to Norrington�s surprise he had also discovered that
Jack was a benefactor of several orphanages in the Caribbean, one of them was in
Port
Royal itself. The formidable Mother Superior had been most indignant
when Norrington had come asking questions, he had the
odd experience of listening to a woman of God speaking about a notorious pirate
as if was some sort of saint. It seemed that Sparrow had some sort of
conscience after all, which was at odds with what he expected of a pirate.

The long and the short of it was that he needed to speak to Jack Sparrow and he
needed to talk to him away from prying eyes. It had come to Norrington�s
attention that the Spanish were looking for someone, from the details that had
been divulged in the terse sealed letter than he had received from London it had been thought
that person was long dead. But it seemed that the Spaniards were no longer sure
and were following a trail that was twenty years gone cold. There had been rumours that their agents were heading to Tortuga. Of course the
English throne had an interest in events and Norrington
had been commanded to gather information, just in case there was some
opportunity to stir what appeared to be already muddy waters. He had garnered
some small snippets from older merchant sailors and imprisoned pirates, most of
it was dross but amongst the muck there had been one or two glimmers of truth
and both of them had mentioned a Sparrow, not Jack but his father.

Captain Sparrow senior was long dead, but perhaps his son had some knowledge,
he had hoped that the planted map on board that heavily loaded merchant vessel
would bring Jack to the island, what he had not counted on was Jack�s cautious
nature. Now the man he wished to talk with was fleeing to whatever den of
iniquity he considered to be a safe haven and James had no idea how he was
going to get with 100 miles of the Black Pearl let alone speak with her
Captain.

�Miller� he turned to his second in command �what is the nearest known pirate
haven?�

�Petit Goave sir�

�I see� Norrington turned back to look out across the
water, what he was considering was most foolhardy but there was no time to
waste. He spun from the railing his mind made up.

�Miller we will be sending the other ships back to Port Royal, the Dauntless will
be sailing for Petit Goave immediately.�

The slight twitch of his eyebrows was the only thing that betrayed Miller�s
surprise his face remained implacable as he turned to oversee the Commodores
instructions.

James studied the flames that reached into the sky for a moment longer. He
needed to consult his maps, the idea that was starting to form in the back of
his mind was risky but other than sail on Tortuga with all guns
blazing and demand to speak with Sparrow he could really see no other option.
What he was considering was most irregular but it might just work. Jack Sparrow
was a curious man; he was counting on that curiosity as he went below decks to
look at his charts.

*

Jack stood up from the table and stretched before wandering over to peer out
the porthole. �The Swift� had vanished over the horizon some hours before. The
visibly shaken Captain Johnson relieved to have escaped with both his ship and
his life had promised to deliver Jack�s message to Norrington
as soon as he possibly could. No doubt it would be some months before Jack
received a reply, indeed if any was forthcoming at all. Commodores of the
British Navy were probably not in the habit of corresponding with pirates but
Jack thought that Norrington was not quite as rigid
as he once had been. The man had even smiled at least twice the last time that
Jack had seen him. He looked out over the waves the sun was now full in the
sky, Jimmy the young lad from Swift - the newest recruit to the Pearl - was
getting settled in, at present down in the galley eating like he had not seen a
square meal in month. Which he probably hadn�t, it was well known that the food
was bad and scarce for those who served the crown.

So finally Jack and Will were eating a late breakfast or perhaps it should have
been called an early lunch. Jack had been hungry and they had dined well, the
meal perhaps a little eclectic for some tastes but as a pirate you lived in the
moment and they had food aplenty at present, having made anchor three days
previously at a small island where stock had been turned free by the original
buccaneers. Jack had fancied steak so steak it had been followed by fruit and
pastries. Replete he returned to the table watching as Will carved a pear into
thin slices.

�That was a rather disappointing little adventure� Jack remarked, popping a
raisin into his mouth �not at all what I had hoped for.�

�Escaping from under the noses of that many ships is quite a feat Jack� Will
had a twinkle in his eye as he looked over at his Captain �those sorts of deeds
are what legends are made of�

�Aye but there was no treasure � there never is you know William� Jack sighed
�always I chase the dream but if it is not legions of the undead it is the
cursed English Navy.�

Will looked up at his Captain; Jack was rubbing at the P branded on his arm
�One day you will find your treasure, although I am not sure you really know
what you are looking for.�

�Insolent whelp� Jack muttered then gave a snort of laughter pulling his sleeve
down to cover the puckered scar.

�So where now?� Will leaned back in his chair pushing a wayward curl from his
face.

�We need powder� Jack replied �that little scheme of yours successful though it
was has left us with very little.�

�Too far to Tortuga� Will replied his
eyes going to the map pinned on the wall.

�Aye and we want a friendly port; we need supplies and news, and rum, plenty of
rum and good company.� He grinned leaning over to filch a piece of Will�s pear
�William you are going to love Petit Goave.�

*

Bella perched in the crows nest her body moving with the rhythm of the �Silver
Gull�, she scanned the horizon looking for the dark smudge that would indicate
land. They should be sighting it soon according to the Captain�s calculations,
the squall of the previous night had blown them somewhat off course but winds
had been favourable this morning and they had been
making cracking time. She squinted into the sun shading her eyes with her hand
but there was nothing; she looked down at Tess and
shook her head. Tess grimaced and squared her
shoulders before going to speak with her father the Captain, he stood at the
wheel a sour expression on his face, they were going to be late for his
appointment and he was a punctual man.

Bella watched as Tess spoke to her father, his head
whipped around and he glared up at her as if it was her fault that there was
still no sign of land. She automatically looked to the horizon again, and felt
her heart leap in excitement. There was a shadowy line in the distance.

�Land Ho� she shouted pointing towards it and both Tess
and the Captain grinned up at her.

Captain Angus McGuiness watched as Bella climbed down the mast, this was the third
time that she had sailed with him; she had seemed very familiar the first time
that Tess had recruited her for a short voyage. There
was something about the girl that made him think that he should know her, he
had asked who her parents were thinking that he may have sailed with her father
but she had been rather cagey, a lot of pirates were so he had left it at that.
She and Tess had become fast friends very quickly and
that too was odd, his daughter did not warm to people easily and he could not
help but think that something was going on that perhaps he did not want to know
about. Bella jumped the last couple of feet from the mast and he frowned as Tess went forward to speak with her, watching the pair of
them talking quietly before breaking into a sudden burst of laughter, he
frowned, he might have a word with Tess
before they made port. Petit Goave was not Tortuga, there was a lot of
trouble to be had in an unfamiliar pirate town.
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