3. Jailbreak of the best pirate
Jailbreak of the best pirate
Aragorn grumbled as he woke up with a throbbing head. Great, just what I needed, another injury. He opened his eyes and sat up slowly, trying not to put any stress on his healing stomach and ribs than he already had. To his surprise, there was only a little pain caused by his ribs. Pulling up his tunic, he was surprised to see only a small scar where the arrow wound had been, and the bruises around his ribs were all but gone.
He shook his head, happy to be rid of the pain, but also confused by his abnormally fast healing. Even an elf wouldn't have healed this quickly, and he was a human. His attention shifted from his stomach to the fight from the night before when he remembered what the moonlight had revealed about the pirate.
Looking around, he wasn't surprised when he didn't see any bodies from the invaders. What were they? They could have been a type of wraith, I suppose. living but not dead. Figuring that was the best explanation, Aragorn got to his feet. "Legolas!" Legolas was gone. Aragorn again mentally kicked himself. He had to get used to the fact that this man was not the prince. Aragorn made up his mind to try and find the man anyway, and headed in the direction that he thought Will might have taken.
Will himself hadn't risen that much earlier than Aragorn. Of course his first thoughts were of Elizabeth and finding out what had happened to her and not the unconscious man next to him. Will debated whether or not to wake Aragorn. True, the man had saved his life, but Will recognized him as the other pirate that had been hiding out with Jack Sparrow in the blacksmith shed. Deciding that he wanted nothing to do with the other man, he grabbed his ax and ran to where Commodore Norrington and Governor Swann were reviewing maps and other documents.
Will ran up to the two men. "They've taken her. They've taken Elizabeth."
Norrington seemed annoyed just at Will's presence. Not even looking up from the maps, he spoke to one of the other soldiers. "Mr. Murtogg, remove this man."
Will shook the man's hand off of his arm. "We have to hunt them down, we must save her!"
The governor turned around and faced Will. "And where do you propose we start? If you have any information concerning my daughter, please, share it."
Everyone turned their attention to Murtogg. ".That Jack Sparrow. He talked about the Black Pearl."
"Mentioned it, is more what he did," corrected the other guard.
Will now looked more determined than he previously had. "Ask him where it is. Make a deal with him, he could lead us to it."
Norrington shook his head in a disgusted manner. "No. The pirates who invaded this fort left Sparrow locked in his cell, ergo they are not his allies."
A new voice broke into the conversation. "If he mentioned the Black Pearl then he must know something."
Norrington and the governor looked up, startled at the strange voice. Will cringed as he turned to see Aragorn standing behind him, leaning against a pole with his arms crossed over his chest. The ranger continued calmly. "You don't seem to know anything about this at the moment, and you have nothing to lose by asking the pirate now do you?"
Norrington narrowed his eyes at the ranger. "I don't believe I've met you before, what might your name be?"
Aragorn straightened and bowed mockingly to the Commodore. "I am Strider, Ranger of the North."
Norrington gave Aragorn the same smug look that he had given to his men when they caught Jack as he circled the table towards the younger man. "Well Strider, Ranger of the North, has anyone asked for your opinion?"
Aragorn shrugged. "No, but I thought that I would give it anyway."
Norrington was quickly losing patience with the cocky young man who stood before him. Grabbing Aragorn's arms, he pushed back the sleeves trying to find a tattoo or any kind of mark distinguishing him as a pirate. Aragorn noticed the look of disappointment on Norrington's face when he didn't find anything. "Well, your opinion is not needed or wanted on this matter, and neither is Sparrow's." Norrington turned and made his way back to the table and looked over the maps again, completely ignoring Aragorn and Will. "Now Governor, we will establish their most likely course."
Will's anger at this point had gone beyond his limits and he buried his hatchet in the table in frustration. "That's not good enough!"
Norrington grabbed Will's ax and pulled him aside. "Mr. Turner, you are not a military man, you are not a sailor. You are a blacksmith and this is not the moment for rash actions." The Commodore handed Will back his hatchet, then lowered his voice. "Do not make the mistake of thinking you are the only man here who cares for Elizabeth."
Will turned and left, with Aragorn trailing behind him. "Why are you following me?"
"Because I want to help you.where are we going anyway?" Aragorn replied.
Will stopped walking and turned around to face Aragorn. "I do not need or want your help Strider. I'm going to find Jack. You on the other hand are staying here, and out of my business." Will pivoted again and stalked away deeper into the fort.
Aragorn watched Will's retreating form with a broken heart. The words Will had spoken to him hurt him deeply. And the look on his face when he spoke them was one of obvious hate. Aragorn reminded himself again that this was not his best friend. He knew that was why Will's rejection bothered him so much. The look he had received was one he had only seen Legolas make when he spoke of Orcs or the giant spiders that had invaded the forests of Mirkwood. Aragorn sighed and continued to follow Will. The blacksmith might not want him around, but he still owed Jack for his kindness towards him the day before.
Jack knelt by the door of his cell trying to pick the lock with a fragment of the bone, but not having much luck. "Please." The pirate quickly tossed the bone aside and lay down with his hands behind his head when he heard someone approaching.
Jack picked his head up to see Will standing at the door of his cell, staring in at him. "Aye?"
"You are familiar with that ship, the Black Pearl?" Will asked.
Jack shrugged his shoulders somewhat. "I've heard of it."
"Where does it make berth?"
Jack sat up all the way, laughing. "Where does it make berth? Have you not heard the stories?" At Will's look of blank confusion, Jack laid back down. "Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sailed from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. It's an island that cannot be found, except," Jack raised a single finger, "by those who already know where it is."
Will was starting to grow anxious. "The ship's real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?" he persisted.
Jack looked at Will with mounting interest. "Why ask me?" Will lowered his gaze to the floor. "Because you're a pirate."
"And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?"
Will's head shot up at Jack's comment. "Never!" He sighed and looked down at the ground again. "They took Miss Swann."
Jack grinned. "Oh, so it is that you've found a girl. I see. Well, if you are intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue, and so win fair lady's heart, you'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me."
Will thought for a moment. "I can get you out of here."
Jack looked at him somewhat disbelievingly. "How's that? The key's run off."
Will pointed at the hinges on the cell door. "I helped build the cells. These are half-pin barrel hinges." He turned and grabbed a bench from the wall behind him, turning it so that the seat faced the floor and the legs were propped to pop the door. "With the right leverage and the proper application of strength, the door will lift free."
Jack rubbed his chin. "What's your name?"
Jack's eyebrows shot up as he put the pieces together. "That will be short for William, I imagine. Good, strong name. No doubt, named for your father, right?"
Will frowned. He didn't exactly see why this mattered to Sparrow. "Yes."
Jack hopped to his feet. This is too good to be true. "Aha. Well, Mr. Turner, I changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell, I swear on pain of death, I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass. Do we have an accord?"
Will smiled and shook the pirate's hand. "Agreed."
Jack almost wanted to jump for joy.almost. "Agreed, get me out."
Will pulled down on the bench, hard, and with a groaning of metal the hinges popped free. He shoved the door to the side and it fell against the bars of the cell with a clatter. The blacksmith looked around. "Hurry, someone will have heard that."
Jack moved past him to where the soldiers had put his belongings. "Not without my effects." When he turned to face Will again, he finally noticed Aragorn as the ranger moved out from his hiding place in the shadows. "Well, well Strider, had you not moved I never would have noticed you." Aragorn smiled. "I've learned how to avoid being seen, when I wish."
Will rolled his eyes. "I thought I told you I didn't want your help."
Aragorn inhaled deeply before replying, trying to remain calm. "I have not come here to offer you help, but rather to offer it to Jack. I owe him for his kindness to me yesterday." Aragorn made a face as Jack nodded and walked over to him. He hadn't noticed the other man's strange, yet amusing gait yesterday, and had to bite his lower lip to keep from giggling.
Jack looked him up and down. "This is going to be a dangerous journey Strider, but if you wish to come along you are welcome to."
Elrond stood over his unconscious son and watched as Aragorn moved about slightly and talked silent words.
"He had been like this the whole time."
Elrond smiled as Legolas entered the room with sleep-tousled hair. "I thought you were supposed to be catching up on your lack of sleep Legolas."
Legolas nodded as he yawned. "I did."
The Lord of Rivendell raised his eyebrows. "Twenty minutes makes up for four days?"
Legolas lowered his eyes to the floor. "I can't sleep when he is like this."
Elrond nodded in agreement. "Neither can I."
An idea came to Legolas. "Have you tried calling him back?"
"Your father told me they have already tried."
"Yes, but none of us have your power! You might be able to help him!" Legolas said.
Elrond smiled at Legolas' enthusiasm. "I don't want to try anything else until Gandalf arrives." The elf lord pulled another chair up beside his own and motioned for the elf prince to sit next to him. "I would appreciate your company, Legolas."
Legolas smiled as he sat down. "I'll stay until my father finds me and forces me back to my room."
Aragorn followed Jack's gaze out to the Dauntless and felt his jaw drop. "You've got to be kidding!"
Jack looked over his shoulder at Aragorn. "Do you have a problem with commandeering a ship?"
Will's eyes widened. "We're going to steal a ship?" Looking in the direction Aragorn was pointing, Will's eyes grew wider. "That ship?"
Jack rolled his eyes and turned around to face Will and Aragorn. "Commandeer. We're going to commandeer that ship. Nautical term." Jack faced Will with a serious expression. "One question about your business boy, or there's no use going. This girl, how far are you willing to go to save her?"
Will looked Jack directly in the eyes. "I'd die for her."
Jack knew that Will was telling the truth and would go that far, if necessary. "Oh good. No worries, then."
The three companions sat scrunched under one of the small overturned lifeboats, listening for signs of somebody's presence. Aragorn shifted slightly so that he could rest his ear to the ground. "What are you doing?" Will asked.
Aragorn smiled at Will's question. "Tracking their footsteps Master Turner, and if we are going to move it should be now."
Shifting back to his original position, Aragorn stood slightly and together the three men lifted the boat and walked it forward, right into the water, still upside down. The water pulled at the boat, trying to rip it out of their hands.
"This is either madness or brilliance." Will muttered.
Jack looked back slightly. "Remarkable how often those two traits coincide."
Aragorn took a breath and ducked out from under the boat. When he opened his eyes he realized that they were at least twenty feet under the water and only going deeper. Aragorn resurfaced under the boat. He is mad!
There was a muted crunching noise from under the water and Will grunted. Aragorn looked back, but couldn't tell what the man's problem was. Ducking his head back under water, Aragorn saw that Will had stepped right into a cage of some kind and it was tangled around his foot. Unable to get his foot free, the man kept walking, while Aragorn surfaced again to help.
Suddenly, Jack disappeared under the water, and when he came back up he nodded to the other two. We're right where we need to be. Everyone take a breath and swim for the surface. Stay as close to the boat as you can manage."
They released the boat and swam for the top. Will was having some problems because of the crab trap still attached to his foot, but he managed to make it to the top and together the three men climbed up the anchor chain. Will paused for a moment to rid himself of the crab trap, leaving it dangling from the chain.
Aragorn, Jack, and Will climbed over the railing at the aft of the ship and hid behind another railing, watching the sailors walk around the deck. Jack turned to Aragorn and Will. "Are you two ready?" he whispered.
Aragorn notched an arrow to his bow string and thanked the Valar for the oiled cloth that he had had wrapped around the bow, which had prevented the string from getting soaked. A wet bowstring wouldn't shoot. "Always."
Jack strolled down the steps, making their presence known, while Will leapt the railing and Aragorn stood at the top of the steps aiming his arrow at the men. "Everyone stay calm, we are taking over the ship."
Will came up behind him, sword drawn. "Aye, avast!"
Aragorn was glad some of the soldiers laughed at Will's words, hopefully this way Will wouldn't hear his own laughter. He hadn't meant to laugh, but he still thought of the blacksmith as the graceful and well spoken prince of Mirkwood, and between Will getting his foot caught in the crate and his words he just couldn't help himself.
"This ship cannot be crewed by three men. You'll never make it out of the bay." One of the soldiers said.
Jack aimed his pistol at Gillette. "Son, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"
Norrington looked up when he heard his name being called. "Commodore! Sir, they've taken the Dauntless. They've taken the ship. Sparrow, Turner, and another man, they've taken the Dauntless!"
Norrington's face again turned to one of disgust. "Rash, Turner, too rash. He is without a doubt the worst pirate I have ever seen."
Will ran up the steps and joined Jack and Aragorn. "Here they come." Jack turned to see the ship Interceptor coming toward them. "Done!" Aragorn stood and dusted himself off.
"Did you do it exactly the way I told you to?" asked Jack, never taking his eyes off the approaching ship.
Jack grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Good. Follow me."
Aragorn wrapped the rope around his hand a second time as the Commodore's men boarded the Dauntless and began searching for them. Jack waited, and when he was sure all the soldiers were off the Interceptor and on the Dauntless, he signaled Will and Aragorn and all three swung onto the Interceptor. "Strider, come with me. Will if you would be so kind and cut the ropes." Will drew his ax from his belt and cut each line while Aragorn brought up the anchor and Jack took the wheel.
Norrington could feel his face turning red when no one turned up Sparrow or the other two men. "Search every cabin, every hole, down to the bilges!" A few seconds later he saw the Interceptor begin to pull away. "Sailors back to the Interceptor, now!"
One of his men tried to swing back to the ship, but the Interceptor was too far away and the man missed, tumbling into the sea.
Jack waved his hat at Norrington, adding to his anger. "Thank you Commodore, for getting us ready to make way! We'd have had a hard time of it by ourselves."
Norrington gave the order for them to give chase when another officer informed him that the winds had changed and that they would never be able to catch them. Norrington nodded. "We don't need to catch them, just get them in range of the long nines."
The other officer nodded and turned to the sailors. "Men, come about. Run out the guns." He turned back to Norrington and added, in an undertone, "We're to fire on our own ship?"
"I'd rather see her at the bottom of the ocean than in the hands of a pirate." Norrington replied grimly.
Just then, the sailor at the wheel called out. "Commodore, he's disabled the rudder chain, sir!"
Norrington leaned against the railing, fighting the urge to rub his temples. The other officer spoke again with a small smile. "That's got to be the best pirate I've ever seen."
"So it would seem."
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