Deliverance And Destruction

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Elizabeth hurried down the stairs as quickly and quietly as her bare feet would carry her. She just had to find out what her husband was up to and she knew that Jack would never let her out of the mansion on her own. So she just had to take matters into her own hands. She hated being deceitful but she was desperate to stop whatever scheme Will was obviously planning. Taking the back exit out of the mansion she jogged quickly through the gardens and up to the large wrought iron gate that fenced in the estate. Peeking around she made sure that nobody was watching and then she very carefully slipped through the bars of the gate and out onto the cobblestone alleyway. A loud crack of thunder nearly made her jump out of her skin as her tea colored eyes shifted towards the darkening sky. There was a storm approaching and by the looks of the way the wind was picking up it would be upon Port Royal quickly.

Elizabeth pulled her coat tighter around her body shivering a bit as the chill in the air seemed to find it’s way underneath her nightgown making goosebumps appear on her skin. She began running towards the smithy her bare feet slapping against the cool cobblestones. Elizabeth was about halfway to the smithy when the sky lit up with a brilliant flash of lightening before the heavens opened up and the rain began coming down in heavy sheets drenching everything out in the open. Pushing her tawny hair back out of her face she continued on towards the smithy not even letting the sudden torrential downpour slow her down. Her coat and nightgown now clung to her body like a second skin leaving none of her curves to anyone’s imagination as she approached the smithy. Coming to the door she pulled on it to find it was locked. Elizabeth ran over to one of the windows and peered inside seeing that the shop was dark and appeared to be empty.

Running back over to the door Elizabeth began beating on it frantically her coat slipping from her shoulders as she did. Becoming annoyed with the restricting sleeves of the coat she shrugged it off letting it fall to the ground. Elizabeth began shouting at the top of her lungs for her husband to open the door.

“Will…I know you’re in there! I know you can hear me damn it! Open this door! Open this door now Will!”

Her shrill cries and frantic pounding at the door drew the attention of two naval officers that had been patrolling the streets and taken refuge under the overhang of a nearby shop when the rain had begun to come down. They looked at each other wide eyed when they saw Elizabeth standing out in the pouring rain in nothing but a white nightgown which by now was completely transparent from the rain.

“Looks like we got a real head case on our hands Barre.”

“Yeah looks like it Wilkes…should we go and get her?”

“Reckon we better before she hurts somebody…or herself.”

Nodding Barre followed Wilkes as he left the sanctuary of the overhang and stepped out into the rain. They approached Elizabeth slowly with their hands on their pistols cautiously. Elizabeth was still beating against the heavy wooden doors of the smithy screaming out for Will.

“Damn you Will! Open this fucking door! I know you’re here! Have you got that little whore Miriam with you? Open the God damned door!!!!”

Wilkes reached out and gently touched her shoulder making her whirl around quickly pressing her back against the door. Her tea colored eyes were wide and glassy looking as she stared at them warily.

“Miss…don’t you think it’s a bit nasty for you to be out?”

“I…I need to see my husband…this is his smithy.”

“Is your husband here Miss…I don’t believe I caught your name?”

“You didn’t because I didn’t offer it.”

“Care to tell us your name Miss?”

“I’m Elizabeth Turner and I need to speak with my husband now.”

“Well I’m afraid it looks like your husband isn’t here Mrs. Turner…now you should be getting out of this weather before you catch a cold.”

“I’m sorry officer…but I didn’t catch your name…it’s awfully rude of you wouldn’t you say?”

“Forgive me Mrs. Turner…my name is Lieutenant Avery Wilkes and this is Officer Landon Barre…now if you will come along with us please?”

Pressing herself harder against the door Elizabeth scowled at the two officers. Wilkes glanced at Barre briefly before his blue eyes shifted back to Elizabeth. Letting his gaze stray past her face he noticed that the thin material of her white nightgown was completely soaked through and was clinging to her small but beautifully curved body. He could make out the rosy pink of her areolas and as his eyes drifted lower he could easily make out the sparse patch of honey colored curls that covered her sex. She was breathtaking but it was obvious to him that she was behaving irrationally. Reaching out to grab her gently by the arm he was taken by surprise when she lunged at him grabbing the collar of his shirt tightly.

“Don’t! Don’t you touch me!”

Wilkes quickly regained his composure and grabbed Elizabeth none too gently by her arms and pushed her back against the door of the smithy. Glancing over his shoulder back at Barre he yelled.

“Damn it Barre…get her off me!!”

Barre reached in between them and carefully pried Elizabeth’s fingers from Wilkes’ shirt collar. He held her hands tightly to keep her from attacking Wilkes again.

“Mrs. Turner…we’re only trying to help you…please just calm down? Now if you will tell us where you live we would be glad to escort you home.”

Glancing at both officers she realized that she was no match to take on the both of them…and that she must look absolutely ridiculous out here in the pouring rain in her nightgown beating on the door to her husband’s smithy. Her bottom lip started to tremble before she burst into a loud wail as her knees buckled sending her collapsing in a heap to the ground.

“I…I live at Auburn Terrace.”

“The former Governor’s mansion?”

“Yes…yes that’s the one.”

“You’re Governor Swann’s daughter?”

“Yes…please forgive my behavior…please take me home?”

Wilkes and Barre quickly helped Elizabeth to her feet and Barre grabbed her soaked coat that had been lying forgotten on the ground at her feet. They escorted her back over to their carriage that had been sitting just outside the shop they had been taking refuge from the storm at. Helping her inside the carriage they both climbed in as well. Barre held her coat for her as Wilkes retrieved a dry blanket from underneath the seats in the carriage for her. Elizabeth wrapped the blanket around her wet and shivering body as the carriage jolted to a start towards her mansion.

On the far end of town Will was sitting down in the office of Dr. Edmund Blakely. He was the head doctor at the Westbury Asylum for the Mentally Unstable. Dr. Blakely was an elderly man of around sixty five or so with wild looking silvery white hair that stuck out erratically atop his head giving him a sort of mad scientist look. His eyes were a cold gray and his face was quite wrinkled. His thick framed wire glasses accented his bushy silvery eyebrows.

“So Mr. Turner what can I do for you?”

“I understand that the asylum is in need of funding Dr. Blakely?”

“It is yes…but I fail to understand what that has to do with why you have dropped in to pay me such a surprising visit Mr. Turner.”

“Well…my wife has money…a lot of money…and I’m prepared to make a more than generous donation to the asylum.”

“In exchange for what?”

Will smiled devilishly as he propped his feet up on the edge of Dr. Blakely’s desk and folded his hands behind his head before answering.

“In exchange for a personal favor.”

“A personal favor of what manner Mr. Turner?”

“You see my wife has been acting rather erratic the past few months…one might even go so far as to say mentally unstable really.”

“Go on.”

“She has convinced herself that I’m not her husband anymore and that she is in love with a scallywag pirate you see.”

“I see…certainly cause for alarm.”

“And you see we just recently found out that Elizabeth is pregnant…and I fear that she may become a danger to herself and our unborn child if immediate action isn’t taken.”

“And just what is it that you want from me Mr. Turner?”

“In exchange for that generous donation I want you to declare my wife legally incapable of caring for herself and put her in my charge.”

“I see…you want me to declare your wife insane?”

“Not insane….just unstable…perhaps long enough for me to get her out of here and away from her precious Captain Sparrow?”

Will then pulled out a piece of parchment paper and handed it to the doctor. Reading it carefully Dr. Blakely smiled like a Cheshire cat when he looked back up at Will. The document signed over the smithy to him which then he could turn it over to the bank to liquidate it and pour the funds into his precious asylum. Reaching for the bottom drawer on his desk he pulled out a piece of parchment. Will watched as he scribbled something on the paper quickly before signing his name down at the bottom of it. Handing it to Will Dr. Blakely stood up and extended his hand. Will shook his hand as he looked down to read the document.

“In that document is everything you need to legally keep your wife under your thumb Mr. Turner. It is a legally binding document that states that Mrs. Turner is not of sound mind and is not capable of caring for herself or your unborn child and therefore it is in both their best interests that you be placed in charge of them.”

“Thank you Dr. Blakely.”

“No thank you Mr. Turner.”

Folding the parchment paper Will placed it inside his coat before leaving the asylum. The rain had lightened to a soft drizzle as he headed back to the mansion. When he arrived he saw two naval officers leaving his house to climb back into their carriage. Tapping on the window of the carriage he took a step back when the door swung open.

“Can I help you sir?”

“You can…I’m Will Turner…what’s going on?”

“Ah Mr. Turner…we brought your wife home sir…she was frantic looking all over for you…found her out in the rain completely drenched and beating on the door of your smithy.”

“Is she alright?”

“She’s fine now sir…inside and the maid took her upstairs to get her out of her wet clothes and into bed.”

“I can’t thank you both enough for taking care of my precious wife.”

Tipping their hats they pulled the door to the carriage closed and then pulled out of the driveway to head back to the Naval Fort. Will scowled as he headed back inside the mansion. So she was trying to play games was she? Well she was going to find out that he was in charge of how things went now. And his first order of business was to start preparations for their move to England to get Jack Sparrow the hell out of their lives.

A/N: Okay so Will is really becoming a villain…let me know what you think of the twist that the story is taking now!!