That Would Be the French
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ericadawn16Title: A Loss of Time and Place
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Will, Jack, James, Elizabeth,AnaMaria, Mr. Gibbs
Rated: PG-13 ANGST AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: The repercussions of Elizabeth's secret are felt.
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: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/210874.html
That Would Be the French
Will stood; trying to resist charging over there. He'd knocked Jack out once, he could do it again if need be. This was all a bit much and he was glad when Norrington clasped a hand on his shoulder. The Governor was utterly calm.
“Will you repeat your demand?” he asked.
“It follows as such: All the Spanish gold be delivered to my ship or I kill the girl, savvy?” asked Jack.
“Quite,” said Grant. All eyes watched to see what his next move would be.
“Unfortunately, I am unable to negotiate with pirates. That treasure is too valuable to let slip into hands the like of yours.”
“What?” asked Jack, the disbelief on his face mirroring Will’s.
“I will be very sorry for Governor Swann’s loss, but I’m sure that he will realize that his daughter died a noble death for the betterment of England.”
Norrington clasped Will’s shoulder tighter and Jack’s pistol seemed to waver slightly. The crowd was in hushed silence.
“Go on!” goaded the Governor. Jack cocked his pistol. Will felt faint. It was too much to process at one time. The governor watched Jack intently.
“Your drawing out of the deed only serves to waste everyone’s time,” he admonished Jack. Norrington held Will tightly so he couldn’t do anything except hope that his opinion of Jack outweighed the present facts. Elizabeth looked genuinely frightened by now. Jack straightened his pistol’s aim and fired. It made a dry clicking sound and nothing more. He had removed all the cartridges. Jack dropped it to the ground and released Elizabeth. She ran to Will and they embraced. The governor motioned toward Jack and two men came forward with shackles. Jack sighed and held out his wrists. Will and Elizabeth came as close as they could to support their friend as his wrists and ankles were clasped in irons.
“Will, such a pleasure to see you again and under such excellent circumstances. You wouldn’t happen to have a drink on you?” asked Jack.
Will shook his head, but smiled at Jack acting his normal self.
“Nothing further to see here. Move along, citizens,” cried Rookwood near the fringe, wanting the crowd to disperse. Grant motioned for the men who had brought the shackles to leave.
“I suppose drinking is one of your family’s main traits. Is it not, Jacques de Bourbon?” asked the Governor, in a sound so tiny that only Jack, Will and Elizabeth could hear.
Jack grew pale and quiet which was a sight that disturbed Will greatly, but the Governor smiled upon seeing it and ordered, “Take him away!”
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Jack was led to the jail with Will and Elizabeth while Norrington followed. The jail-keeper locked him in as James turned to Grant.
“I believe that we are entitled to interrogate the prisoner alone.”
Grant thought this over and nodded, “I’ll return in ten minutes.”
The Commodore agreed to this and the Governor and his men left. Once they were out of earshot, James ordered, “I’ll expect a full report later on this later, but first, what did the crew have to say about Luisa?”
"I was told she was responsible for the murder. Considering her actions toward you, I don't doubt that," Will replied which was what James had suspected they'd say. He nodded and suggested, "Perhaps Elizabeth would be more comfortable in her rented room."
"I've been with child for this whole excursion. Do not coddle me now," Elizabeth complained and crossed her arms, "Will does not."
"You may find it's a more harrowing condition than you've imagined," James spoke with memories coming unbidden.
"And you don't know the first thing about it," she spat back at him. It was the baby that caused such anger, or at least, that's what he told himself and suddenly, turned his back on them. His actions baffled the other three and he didn’t care.
“Where are you going?” asked Will and James couldn’t help being disappointed that he’d asked instead of her.
“There are some recent facts that have come to my attention,” he said, curtly, and took his leave. It was time to do some investigation on his own.
**********************************************
Elizabeth wondered about James’ odd behaviour, but couldn’t bring herself to ask after they had been so cruel to each other once again. She thought the previous night would be an isolated incident. Elizabeth also hated that he was right. She didn't have much experience in such matters. She watched silently as he left, but there was also a change in their other old friend.
“What is it?” asked Will.
“He knew my real name,” answered Jack quietly.
“Jacques de Bourbon? That is your real name?” questioned Elizabeth. Of course, most of the illusions about Jack had been stripped away on the island, but to find out that the name was made-up…chipped away at the allure even more so that he really was nothing more than a man.
“Yes,” he hissed and motioned with his hand and mouth for them to be quiet about it, “but I’ve only told three people in the Caribbean.”
“Who? They must be related to the leak.”
“No, that’s not possible.”
“Why?”
“I told Captain Hyde first,” mumbled Jack as he rolled up sleeves so that both his brand and the sparrow tattoo showed.
“Well, where is he now?” Will inquired.
“Dead for thirteen years,” stated Jack and Liz wondered what wasn’t being said.
“Who’s the second?”
“Barbossa and I believe he’s dead also.”
“Yes, he is very, very dead,” Elizabeth agreed although perhaps a little too heartily.
“What about the third person? Would he tell?” guessed Will.
“I trusted him completely. He wouldn’t tell a soul, that was Bootstrap’s way.”
Elizabeth took Will’s hand as he looked at the floor at the mention of his father.
“Should we be worried?” asked Elizabeth, eager to change the subject to something not involving the elder Turner. Rats scrambled across the stone corridor.
“Why?” asked Jack.
“All your confidants end up severed off the mortal coil,” Elizabeth remarked.
“My mama still breathes…as far as I know.”
“Nothing further to add to help your case or ours?” Will inquired bringing the subject back to the original one.
“No, but I dislike the Governor. He’s not a very good sport and he reminds me of someone I grew to hate.”
“Which one?” questioned Elizabeth because she had a similar opinion of the man.
“Aye, that’s the rub. That’s the part that escapes me, but I had forgotten another that I told: Mr. Gibbs.”
If this was going to turn into a rescue mission, it wouldn't be an easy one, Elizabeth thought.
************************************************
Rookwood escorted them out of the jail and then the Governor turned to the jail-keeper, “Give Mr. Sparrow forty-eight lashes.”
The jail keeper smiled and went to retrieve his favorite whip.
“I heard tell that you were forgiving to pirates,” said Jack.
“Some pirates I forgive and some I will never forgive,” said Grant, his tone becoming icy. He gave Jack a hard stare and quickly left as the jail keeper returned. Jack looked at the jail keeper, caressing his whip like a cat that wasn’t of nine tails.
“That’s a big whip, mate. What do you plan on doing with it?”
The keeper only smiled wider and said, “Shuck your shirt if you plan on keeping it intact.”
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AnaMaria looked at the shore but didn’t see any of it. Instead, her thoughts were on where to go next. Back to Tortuga or try her hand at getting a position on a ship docked in England? She had never been there, but it was the farthest away from Sparrow that she could think of.
Sparrow…the memory of his lips on hers still lingered. However, he responded to anyone of the female persuasion, it wasn’t as though she were special and besides…she had no love for him anyway.
Why hadn’t he returned yet?
Then, Mr. Gibbs spotted her.
“He’ll turn out. He always does,” he reassured her. AnaMaria nodded, a bit disappointed at being so transparent and said, “I know.”
Gibbs studied her, frowning, “Ye best be getting over yourself and admitting what’s actually in your heart.”
He left her alone with her thoughts that were getting more complicated by the minute.
***************************************************
“What are you thinking?” Will asked his wife who wore a troubled expression as they walked to the ship. How long had she known? When was she planning on telling him?
“My father has spoken of the French Bourbons, that they were trouble for England,” explained Elizabeth.
“Why? Is he representative of all his kin?”
“They’re known for their military minds, political intrigue and their ties to the royal family,” she continued before making a face, “One Jack is more than enough.”
"How far gone are you?" Will asked since apart from the last few days, he couldn't recall anything different.
"A few months at most, I wanted to tell upon our return. I can't fathom how Jack knew when I hadn't told a soul," she said and Will didn't understand that either.
Author: Ericadawn16
Characters: Will, Jack, James, Elizabeth,AnaMaria, Mr. Gibbs
Rated: PG-13 ANGST AU
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: The repercussions of Elizabeth's secret are felt.
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: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/210874.html
That Would Be the French
Will stood; trying to resist charging over there. He'd knocked Jack out once, he could do it again if need be. This was all a bit much and he was glad when Norrington clasped a hand on his shoulder. The Governor was utterly calm.
“Will you repeat your demand?” he asked.
“It follows as such: All the Spanish gold be delivered to my ship or I kill the girl, savvy?” asked Jack.
“Quite,” said Grant. All eyes watched to see what his next move would be.
“Unfortunately, I am unable to negotiate with pirates. That treasure is too valuable to let slip into hands the like of yours.”
“What?” asked Jack, the disbelief on his face mirroring Will’s.
“I will be very sorry for Governor Swann’s loss, but I’m sure that he will realize that his daughter died a noble death for the betterment of England.”
Norrington clasped Will’s shoulder tighter and Jack’s pistol seemed to waver slightly. The crowd was in hushed silence.
“Go on!” goaded the Governor. Jack cocked his pistol. Will felt faint. It was too much to process at one time. The governor watched Jack intently.
“Your drawing out of the deed only serves to waste everyone’s time,” he admonished Jack. Norrington held Will tightly so he couldn’t do anything except hope that his opinion of Jack outweighed the present facts. Elizabeth looked genuinely frightened by now. Jack straightened his pistol’s aim and fired. It made a dry clicking sound and nothing more. He had removed all the cartridges. Jack dropped it to the ground and released Elizabeth. She ran to Will and they embraced. The governor motioned toward Jack and two men came forward with shackles. Jack sighed and held out his wrists. Will and Elizabeth came as close as they could to support their friend as his wrists and ankles were clasped in irons.
“Will, such a pleasure to see you again and under such excellent circumstances. You wouldn’t happen to have a drink on you?” asked Jack.
Will shook his head, but smiled at Jack acting his normal self.
“Nothing further to see here. Move along, citizens,” cried Rookwood near the fringe, wanting the crowd to disperse. Grant motioned for the men who had brought the shackles to leave.
“I suppose drinking is one of your family’s main traits. Is it not, Jacques de Bourbon?” asked the Governor, in a sound so tiny that only Jack, Will and Elizabeth could hear.
Jack grew pale and quiet which was a sight that disturbed Will greatly, but the Governor smiled upon seeing it and ordered, “Take him away!”
*******************************************************
Jack was led to the jail with Will and Elizabeth while Norrington followed. The jail-keeper locked him in as James turned to Grant.
“I believe that we are entitled to interrogate the prisoner alone.”
Grant thought this over and nodded, “I’ll return in ten minutes.”
The Commodore agreed to this and the Governor and his men left. Once they were out of earshot, James ordered, “I’ll expect a full report later on this later, but first, what did the crew have to say about Luisa?”
"I was told she was responsible for the murder. Considering her actions toward you, I don't doubt that," Will replied which was what James had suspected they'd say. He nodded and suggested, "Perhaps Elizabeth would be more comfortable in her rented room."
"I've been with child for this whole excursion. Do not coddle me now," Elizabeth complained and crossed her arms, "Will does not."
"You may find it's a more harrowing condition than you've imagined," James spoke with memories coming unbidden.
"And you don't know the first thing about it," she spat back at him. It was the baby that caused such anger, or at least, that's what he told himself and suddenly, turned his back on them. His actions baffled the other three and he didn’t care.
“Where are you going?” asked Will and James couldn’t help being disappointed that he’d asked instead of her.
“There are some recent facts that have come to my attention,” he said, curtly, and took his leave. It was time to do some investigation on his own.
**********************************************
Elizabeth wondered about James’ odd behaviour, but couldn’t bring herself to ask after they had been so cruel to each other once again. She thought the previous night would be an isolated incident. Elizabeth also hated that he was right. She didn't have much experience in such matters. She watched silently as he left, but there was also a change in their other old friend.
“What is it?” asked Will.
“He knew my real name,” answered Jack quietly.
“Jacques de Bourbon? That is your real name?” questioned Elizabeth. Of course, most of the illusions about Jack had been stripped away on the island, but to find out that the name was made-up…chipped away at the allure even more so that he really was nothing more than a man.
“Yes,” he hissed and motioned with his hand and mouth for them to be quiet about it, “but I’ve only told three people in the Caribbean.”
“Who? They must be related to the leak.”
“No, that’s not possible.”
“Why?”
“I told Captain Hyde first,” mumbled Jack as he rolled up sleeves so that both his brand and the sparrow tattoo showed.
“Well, where is he now?” Will inquired.
“Dead for thirteen years,” stated Jack and Liz wondered what wasn’t being said.
“Who’s the second?”
“Barbossa and I believe he’s dead also.”
“Yes, he is very, very dead,” Elizabeth agreed although perhaps a little too heartily.
“What about the third person? Would he tell?” guessed Will.
“I trusted him completely. He wouldn’t tell a soul, that was Bootstrap’s way.”
Elizabeth took Will’s hand as he looked at the floor at the mention of his father.
“Should we be worried?” asked Elizabeth, eager to change the subject to something not involving the elder Turner. Rats scrambled across the stone corridor.
“Why?” asked Jack.
“All your confidants end up severed off the mortal coil,” Elizabeth remarked.
“My mama still breathes…as far as I know.”
“Nothing further to add to help your case or ours?” Will inquired bringing the subject back to the original one.
“No, but I dislike the Governor. He’s not a very good sport and he reminds me of someone I grew to hate.”
“Which one?” questioned Elizabeth because she had a similar opinion of the man.
“Aye, that’s the rub. That’s the part that escapes me, but I had forgotten another that I told: Mr. Gibbs.”
If this was going to turn into a rescue mission, it wouldn't be an easy one, Elizabeth thought.
************************************************
Rookwood escorted them out of the jail and then the Governor turned to the jail-keeper, “Give Mr. Sparrow forty-eight lashes.”
The jail keeper smiled and went to retrieve his favorite whip.
“I heard tell that you were forgiving to pirates,” said Jack.
“Some pirates I forgive and some I will never forgive,” said Grant, his tone becoming icy. He gave Jack a hard stare and quickly left as the jail keeper returned. Jack looked at the jail keeper, caressing his whip like a cat that wasn’t of nine tails.
“That’s a big whip, mate. What do you plan on doing with it?”
The keeper only smiled wider and said, “Shuck your shirt if you plan on keeping it intact.”
**********************************************************
AnaMaria looked at the shore but didn’t see any of it. Instead, her thoughts were on where to go next. Back to Tortuga or try her hand at getting a position on a ship docked in England? She had never been there, but it was the farthest away from Sparrow that she could think of.
Sparrow…the memory of his lips on hers still lingered. However, he responded to anyone of the female persuasion, it wasn’t as though she were special and besides…she had no love for him anyway.
Why hadn’t he returned yet?
Then, Mr. Gibbs spotted her.
“He’ll turn out. He always does,” he reassured her. AnaMaria nodded, a bit disappointed at being so transparent and said, “I know.”
Gibbs studied her, frowning, “Ye best be getting over yourself and admitting what’s actually in your heart.”
He left her alone with her thoughts that were getting more complicated by the minute.
***************************************************
“What are you thinking?” Will asked his wife who wore a troubled expression as they walked to the ship. How long had she known? When was she planning on telling him?
“My father has spoken of the French Bourbons, that they were trouble for England,” explained Elizabeth.
“Why? Is he representative of all his kin?”
“They’re known for their military minds, political intrigue and their ties to the royal family,” she continued before making a face, “One Jack is more than enough.”
"How far gone are you?" Will asked since apart from the last few days, he couldn't recall anything different.
"A few months at most, I wanted to tell upon our return. I can't fathom how Jack knew when I hadn't told a soul," she said and Will didn't understand that either.
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Date: 2011-04-09 06:06 am (UTC)And what is up with James? I guess he feels bad that the child is not his and Elizabeth is not his wife? I know he must still love her and it must break his heart.
How will they rescue Jack? I hope he won't be hung!