Dois capítulos prontos no mesmo dia.
Ando a portar-me bem.
Title: The Black Fox – Chapter 7
Author: Ana Vicente Ferreira
Category: Pirates of the Caribbean
Work Type: adventure, romance
Characters: Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, Elizabeth Swan; Morgan Bonsaint (OFC), Ash (OMC), Chen (OMC), guards and crewmen (OC)
Brief Summary: Morgan puts her plan in motion; Will and Elizabeth are confused about their feelings towards Morgan and Jack.
They had put them in the same cell and given her a basin with water and some rags, so she could take care of Jack’s wounds. She made a point of pressing the wet rag against every cut and bruise as hard as she could, but, apart from the occasional grunt, Jack barely took notice. He seemed lost in his thoughts.
“Who is she?” she finally asked.
Jack looked at her vaguely. “Who is who?”
“Morgan Bonsaint. The woman in the old yellow dress. The woman you couldn’t stop staring at.”
“Oh, her. She’s…” He waved a hand around in an uncertain way. “Boswell died, and then she disappeared. I had no idea she had come this far away from the Caribbean. I always thought… Don’t know what I thought, really… I was sort of busy with the whole Barbossa thing. Ten years. A long time, isn’t it?”
“You’re not making any sense. And you haven’t answered my question.”
“No, I haven’t, have I?”
He stared at the wall for a while, before asking. “That man in the mask… Did he seem familiar to you, at all? Because there certainly is something familiar about him… It’s right there and I can’t grasp it…Every time I think I have it: pouf! It’s gone again.”
“How should I know him? You’re the one who knows all about Morgan, you’re the one who should know her crew.”
“Morgan. With a crew… Well, she was always… But I never thought, you know? And calling herself Bonsaint! She’ll be furious at me… And she has the Sea Goat.”
Elizabeth threw the rag she was holding into the basin, spattering water all around. “Oh, for God’s sake! Will you complete a sentence and just tell me who the hell Morgan Bonsaint is?”
Jack stared at her for a beat and then said, “You didn’t say please.”
“Fine, don’t tell me. It’s not like I need to know the scabrous details of your past!”
She lay down in one of the straw mattresses and turned her back on him. On occasion she would risk a quick glance at him and every time Jack would be sitting on the other pallet, toying with his hair and staring at the ceiling, his brow furrowed. Eventually she drifted into sleep.
When she woke, night had fallen and Jack was still sitting in the same place, but now his attention seemed to be drawn by something at the end of the long stone corridor. The only light was a lantern lit right in front of their cell, plunging the rest of the corridor in even deeper shadow. Elizabeth got closer to the bars, she could now hear footsteps approaching, and she wasn’t surprised to see Morgan enter the circle of light, accompanied by the two men she had arrived with. She had a ring of keys in her hand.
“What happened to the guard?” Elizabeth asked.
“He’s indisposed,” replied the man with the pipe.
Morgan opened the door and Elizabeth exited to the corridor. Jack was standing a bit away, staring at Morgan as if she was a ghost. He approached the door gingerly.
“I know that look,” he said, raising his hands and creasing his face. “You are going to slap me, aren’t you?”
With a relieved smile, Jack stepped out to the corridor. Morgan promptly punched him, making him fall back into the cell.
“You taught me better than that, Jack!” she said.
The masked man looked at Jack over her shoulder. “Nice punch.”
Elizabeth immediately recognized the voice. “Will?”
He took off the mask and smiled at her. She held his hand, not knowing what to say, not knowing what to do. She’d been mourning him, and now he was alive: only a day had passed between those two moments and still it felt like an eternity.
Suddenly, she realized he looked as embarrassed as she was. Suddenly, she was wondering why he hadn’t unmasked himself the second the cell door had been opened and taken her in his arms.
She eyed Morgan suspiciously. Will misread her look.
“Oh, where are my manners?” he said. “Elizabeth, this is Captain Morgan Bonsaint, she… Huh, and that’s Peter Ashby. They rescued me.”
“So, it’s Bonsaint now?” Jack was leaning against the cell door, rubbing his chin. “The name of Sparrow is not good enough for you anymore?”
“Sparrow?” Elizabeth and Will said almost in unison.
“You two are married?” Elizabeth asked.
“Married?” Morgan said. “To him
? Heavens, no! Bonsaint is our mother’s name, Jack is my brother.”
“Her older brother, to be precise, “Jack said, “”which should grant me a bit more respect.”
Morgan raised her arm again, her hand balled into a fist, ready to strike, but a rather larger hand clamped itself around her wrist, startling them all. Chen was standing in the corridor, with Theodore, who was holding Morgan, and two men carrying pistols.
“What a lovely family reunion. And Mr. Turner is here too, alive and well. What a surprise you are,” Chen said. “If you could all get back into the cell, please. In case you are considering the odds of five against four, I must warn you there are several more of my armed guards on the stairway that is the only way out of here.”
He watched them walk slowly into the cell, and then stretched a hand. “The keys, please, Mademoiselle Bonsaint.”
Morgan tossed the keys to the floor. “It’s Captain Bonsaint.”
Theodore picked them up and locked the cell. Chen approached the bars, but not too much. “I’ll be back tomorrow, so we can resume the little chat we were having this afternoon, Captain Sparrow. And if you still refuse to tell me what I want to know, maybe your talented sister will.” He nodded to himself. “After all, this particular quest has always been a familiar affair, has it not?”
Morgan stared at Jack, while Chen and his men walked away, into the darkness. “What was he talking about?”
“Nothing!” Jack sat down on his pallet. “I must say your rescue attempt is going perfectly.”
Morgan smiled. “Yes it is, isn’t it?”
END OF CHAPTER 7