The Multiplying Villainies of Nature
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ericadawn16Title: A Loss of Time and Place
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Will, Elizabeth, James Will/Elizabeth, James/Elizabeth
Rated: PG-13 ANGST AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: James and Elizabeth have a row.
Author's Note: I started writing this right after Curse of the Black Pearl came out. It was so long ago that I didn't know James was James yet. I changed things as the other movies came out, but the majority of the story remains the same and has very little to do with the sequels.
Masterlist:
Previous Chapter: Old Enemies
The Multiplying Villainies of Nature
The Dauntless docked outside Port Francis and the crew was eager to get off and into a dry tavern or such.
“Governor Grant will want to meet the Turners as well, I’m sure,” said Rookwood, over his shoulder when he should have been watching his two left feet.
The rain had made everything slippery especially the gangplank and Rookwood stepped right into a bad spot. He started to fall and Norrington reached for him, but Rookwood was slippery as well and Commodore was only just able to catch hold of his right sleeve. The fabric tore and buttons snapped, letting Norrington see the entire arm clearly. He used all his strength to pull Rookwood up, but when he was secure on the gangplank, Commodore hadn’t let go of his chubby right arm.
“How do you explain this?” demanded Norrington, exposing the branded “P.”
“The Governor is very forgiving. Grant knows all about the acts of piracy that I’ve committed in the past, but I have no more dealings with those pirates, loathsome creatures. I serve only Port Francis.”
“Where is Port Francis’ Commodore?” asked Will.
Norrington let Rookwood go and both men smoothed out their garments.
“He was murdered shortly after they found the treasure,” explained James.
“You felt this wasn’t pertinent information to share. Why?” questioned Elizabeth, annoyed.
“Because of the leak,” guessed Will.
“Well, look at that. Mr. Turner is developing brains to go with his rashness. There is a leak here. Whoever killed Commodore Marley is probably also the one to inform the pirates of the find. We have to find that person before someone else is murdered and that is why I agreed to Governor Swann’s request,” James explained.
“So, let’s go eat,” said Rookwood, rubbing his hands together.
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As it was at Port Royal, the Governor’s house was easily identified because it was the largest. The doorman let them in and escorted them to the dining room where Grant and his wife were already seated. Grant motioned for Elizabeth to sit to his left which she complied. Will sat down to her right and sighed inwardly at the number of utensils arranged around his plate. He hated occasions like this. Elizabeth was always being invited to dinners where he would invariably use an oyster fork on his salad or drink the water meant for his hands. It was as if he was doomed to embarrass himself and her.
“Welcome! My name is Edward Grant and this is my lovely wife, Luisa,” boomed the head of the table. He was younger than Will had imagined. Despite the white wig, the governor didn’t look more than a few years older than Will was. He knew that for Elizabeth to maintain the status she had gained as the governor’s daughter, he would also have to start wearing the itchy thing. The only two times he had tried to wear one, he had used all of Elizabeth’s spare pins and the blasted thing still wouldn’t stay in place.
“Hola, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” said the governor’s wife shyly. The redhead had an accent to her voice that Will wasn’t familiar with.
Then the servants laid out roasted pig, blood pudding, fish and a dozen other plates as everyone started to help themselves.
“I don’t recall. What was your name?” the Governor asked Will who was about to pop a grape into his mouth.
“William Turner.”
Grant perked up at this and looked at Elizabeth saying, “Then you’re Elizabeth Turner?”
“Yes, I am,” she said without looking at him. His wife had an odd look on her face.
“Then you must have some tales to tell. Perhaps you regale us with The Black…The Black Curse, was it?”
“Pearl,” corrected Will.
“But you wouldn’t mind staying, would you?”
Norrington looked annoyed and even Will was about to deny his request, but Elizabeth replied, “As long as no one is kept too late.”
“How fun, I love to hear about pirates. I had Lord Beckett talking well into the night when he paid a visit,” said Grant, smiling, which was followed by Mrs. Grant jumping up from her seat. Her mouth was encased in a scowl and her green eyes were on fire.
“The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him” she hissed at her husband and stormed upstairs. Will had no idea what any of that meant, but he noticed Elizabeth and James glance at each other; a private look as though they knew something he didn’t. Most likely, they did, owing to their having more education than him. Grant listened with his head bowed until he heard the door slam. Then he turned to his guests with concern in his hazel eyes.
“I believe Luisa has been talking to those she shouldn’t have. She had unsavory connections before we met, but when I saved her from that world, I thought that would change,” Grant explained as he played with his wedding band, clearly distraught.
“On that tragic day that we lost Marley, I was indisposed so Luisa went in my place. She has…she hasn’t been herself ever since. I worry what she may have done,” he said and Will felt sorry for him.
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The Turners, Norrington and Rookwood exited over an hour later and were brimming with things to tell, but the three from Port Royal had to wait until closer to their quarters and for Rookwood to leave their presence before spilling it.
“Farewell until the morrow!” called the short man and he entered a green gate. Elizabeth was glad to see him go and was about to start walking to their inn when she spotted a puppy.
“Aww, how precious,” she cried and went to it. Her husband’s grip on her arm tightened and she saw that he was fearful.
“What troubles you?” she asked softly. He shook his head and replied, “I dislike dogs.”
“This is no dog, merely a puppy,” Elizabeth countered, not understanding him. How could he be so scared of dogs? She tried to think of all the years she’d known him and realized that she had never seen him around a dog, not once. Elizabeth took his hand with her other hand and the three of them walked back in silence, but once outside their respective rooms.
“I dislike the Governor,” said Elizabeth, abruptly.
“I felt that he was quite dignified and proper,” argued James.
“Perhaps that accounts for my distaste,” she countered, ignoring the look on Will’s face not to fight.
“This must be a trying time for him. His wife is worrying him; he’s trying the best he can under the circumstances,” responded James with the corners of his mouth twitching like they did when he was starting to get upset.
“And what would be those circumstances?” she asked, wanting the exact basis for his opinion.
“His wife could very well be a murderer.”
“Yet she recited Macbeth…” started Elizabeth before she was interrupted by James, “Yes, she is well read, but the gaining of knowledge doesn't equal innocence.”
“You think she’s capable of deception?”
“Possibly, perhaps there’s another man involved where her heart truly lies,” replied James, his green eyes flashing. The blood boiled within her and she snarled, “Has it occurred to you that he could be the deceiver? The scenario could be reversed with her finding out that she wasn’t his only. He is equally capable of deception and secrets.”
“Mrs. Grant did herself no favor by her outburst. It merely cast further suspicion upon her. I serve the king and it’s my duty to look at every possibility.”
His tone was unmistakably angry and it spurred her on, “Maybe her love for him wasn’t there anymore, perhaps it never was!”
“Then the marriage should have never transpired, he should have been informed beforehand!”
They had known each long enough that Elizabeth could see as James realized what he had just said, but she hadn’t realized that she herself was breathing heavily. The two of them looked at each unsure how to proceed. One more word could possibly destroy what little was left of their friendship.
“Stop!” cried William, “That is enough for one night. There’ll be a fresh start in the morning.”
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James grasped the cool brass of the bed before entering it.
“The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him-from the Western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
And Fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore,” he said softly as he pulled up the cover over him. It was part of his routine; giving in to the dark outside but he knew he would be up before the dawn with precious little sleep to show for it.
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Will, Elizabeth, James Will/Elizabeth, James/Elizabeth
Rated: PG-13 ANGST AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: James and Elizabeth have a row.
Author's Note: I started writing this right after Curse of the Black Pearl came out. It was so long ago that I didn't know James was James yet. I changed things as the other movies came out, but the majority of the story remains the same and has very little to do with the sequels.
Masterlist:
Previous Chapter: Old Enemies
The Multiplying Villainies of Nature
The Dauntless docked outside Port Francis and the crew was eager to get off and into a dry tavern or such.
“Governor Grant will want to meet the Turners as well, I’m sure,” said Rookwood, over his shoulder when he should have been watching his two left feet.
The rain had made everything slippery especially the gangplank and Rookwood stepped right into a bad spot. He started to fall and Norrington reached for him, but Rookwood was slippery as well and Commodore was only just able to catch hold of his right sleeve. The fabric tore and buttons snapped, letting Norrington see the entire arm clearly. He used all his strength to pull Rookwood up, but when he was secure on the gangplank, Commodore hadn’t let go of his chubby right arm.
“How do you explain this?” demanded Norrington, exposing the branded “P.”
“The Governor is very forgiving. Grant knows all about the acts of piracy that I’ve committed in the past, but I have no more dealings with those pirates, loathsome creatures. I serve only Port Francis.”
“Where is Port Francis’ Commodore?” asked Will.
Norrington let Rookwood go and both men smoothed out their garments.
“He was murdered shortly after they found the treasure,” explained James.
“You felt this wasn’t pertinent information to share. Why?” questioned Elizabeth, annoyed.
“Because of the leak,” guessed Will.
“Well, look at that. Mr. Turner is developing brains to go with his rashness. There is a leak here. Whoever killed Commodore Marley is probably also the one to inform the pirates of the find. We have to find that person before someone else is murdered and that is why I agreed to Governor Swann’s request,” James explained.
“So, let’s go eat,” said Rookwood, rubbing his hands together.
************************************************
As it was at Port Royal, the Governor’s house was easily identified because it was the largest. The doorman let them in and escorted them to the dining room where Grant and his wife were already seated. Grant motioned for Elizabeth to sit to his left which she complied. Will sat down to her right and sighed inwardly at the number of utensils arranged around his plate. He hated occasions like this. Elizabeth was always being invited to dinners where he would invariably use an oyster fork on his salad or drink the water meant for his hands. It was as if he was doomed to embarrass himself and her.
“Welcome! My name is Edward Grant and this is my lovely wife, Luisa,” boomed the head of the table. He was younger than Will had imagined. Despite the white wig, the governor didn’t look more than a few years older than Will was. He knew that for Elizabeth to maintain the status she had gained as the governor’s daughter, he would also have to start wearing the itchy thing. The only two times he had tried to wear one, he had used all of Elizabeth’s spare pins and the blasted thing still wouldn’t stay in place.
“Hola, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” said the governor’s wife shyly. The redhead had an accent to her voice that Will wasn’t familiar with.
Then the servants laid out roasted pig, blood pudding, fish and a dozen other plates as everyone started to help themselves.
“I don’t recall. What was your name?” the Governor asked Will who was about to pop a grape into his mouth.
“William Turner.”
Grant perked up at this and looked at Elizabeth saying, “Then you’re Elizabeth Turner?”
“Yes, I am,” she said without looking at him. His wife had an odd look on her face.
“Then you must have some tales to tell. Perhaps you regale us with The Black…The Black Curse, was it?”
“Pearl,” corrected Will.
“But you wouldn’t mind staying, would you?”
Norrington looked annoyed and even Will was about to deny his request, but Elizabeth replied, “As long as no one is kept too late.”
“How fun, I love to hear about pirates. I had Lord Beckett talking well into the night when he paid a visit,” said Grant, smiling, which was followed by Mrs. Grant jumping up from her seat. Her mouth was encased in a scowl and her green eyes were on fire.
“The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him” she hissed at her husband and stormed upstairs. Will had no idea what any of that meant, but he noticed Elizabeth and James glance at each other; a private look as though they knew something he didn’t. Most likely, they did, owing to their having more education than him. Grant listened with his head bowed until he heard the door slam. Then he turned to his guests with concern in his hazel eyes.
“I believe Luisa has been talking to those she shouldn’t have. She had unsavory connections before we met, but when I saved her from that world, I thought that would change,” Grant explained as he played with his wedding band, clearly distraught.
“On that tragic day that we lost Marley, I was indisposed so Luisa went in my place. She has…she hasn’t been herself ever since. I worry what she may have done,” he said and Will felt sorry for him.
*******************************************************
The Turners, Norrington and Rookwood exited over an hour later and were brimming with things to tell, but the three from Port Royal had to wait until closer to their quarters and for Rookwood to leave their presence before spilling it.
“Farewell until the morrow!” called the short man and he entered a green gate. Elizabeth was glad to see him go and was about to start walking to their inn when she spotted a puppy.
“Aww, how precious,” she cried and went to it. Her husband’s grip on her arm tightened and she saw that he was fearful.
“What troubles you?” she asked softly. He shook his head and replied, “I dislike dogs.”
“This is no dog, merely a puppy,” Elizabeth countered, not understanding him. How could he be so scared of dogs? She tried to think of all the years she’d known him and realized that she had never seen him around a dog, not once. Elizabeth took his hand with her other hand and the three of them walked back in silence, but once outside their respective rooms.
“I dislike the Governor,” said Elizabeth, abruptly.
“I felt that he was quite dignified and proper,” argued James.
“Perhaps that accounts for my distaste,” she countered, ignoring the look on Will’s face not to fight.
“This must be a trying time for him. His wife is worrying him; he’s trying the best he can under the circumstances,” responded James with the corners of his mouth twitching like they did when he was starting to get upset.
“And what would be those circumstances?” she asked, wanting the exact basis for his opinion.
“His wife could very well be a murderer.”
“Yet she recited Macbeth…” started Elizabeth before she was interrupted by James, “Yes, she is well read, but the gaining of knowledge doesn't equal innocence.”
“You think she’s capable of deception?”
“Possibly, perhaps there’s another man involved where her heart truly lies,” replied James, his green eyes flashing. The blood boiled within her and she snarled, “Has it occurred to you that he could be the deceiver? The scenario could be reversed with her finding out that she wasn’t his only. He is equally capable of deception and secrets.”
“Mrs. Grant did herself no favor by her outburst. It merely cast further suspicion upon her. I serve the king and it’s my duty to look at every possibility.”
His tone was unmistakably angry and it spurred her on, “Maybe her love for him wasn’t there anymore, perhaps it never was!”
“Then the marriage should have never transpired, he should have been informed beforehand!”
They had known each long enough that Elizabeth could see as James realized what he had just said, but she hadn’t realized that she herself was breathing heavily. The two of them looked at each unsure how to proceed. One more word could possibly destroy what little was left of their friendship.
“Stop!” cried William, “That is enough for one night. There’ll be a fresh start in the morning.”
***************************************************************
James grasped the cool brass of the bed before entering it.
“The multiplying villainies of nature do swarm upon him-from the Western isles
Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied;
And Fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling,
Show'd like a rebel's whore,” he said softly as he pulled up the cover over him. It was part of his routine; giving in to the dark outside but he knew he would be up before the dawn with precious little sleep to show for it.
