The Painter Of Port Royal

Chapter 14

The people of the island carried Will and Lydia up a long trail to the top of the mountains. They had both of them tied to a pole each, Will being lead through first then Lydia. Lydia and Will were still unconscious, Will getting hit soon after Lydia was. Carrying the pair over a long wooden bridge, the people chanted around them, moving from mountain to mountain.

Green moss decorated the shoulders of the men that carried them, still dressed in their tree paint with large hats made of bones. When on the main mountain, or the one that populated the most people, the men carrying them stopped in front of a thrown. A familiar person sat amungst it. Speaking in a foreign language they addressed what appeared to be their leader. Their leader opened their eyes and grimaced at the sight of them, before settling their eyes on the two people brought before them. They kept down a noise when they saw Lydia, Will beginning to wake up at the silence of the drums.

"Jack?" Will murmured, still dizzy.

Lydia still wasn't awake, her head dangling along with her blonde hair. Will looked along his feet to see Lydia beside him, a sigh leaving his lips.

"Jack Sparrow!" He chuckled "I can honestly say I'm glad to see you. When Lydia wakes up I'm sure she'll feel the same!"

Jack's lip twitched as he stood up, a strange feather bower in hand. He strolled his way over in his usual fashion, with a hug crown like hat on his head. Eyes garnished his face, big beady blue ones, all connected to a green swipe on his nose like spider legs. His actual eyes were lined with black, as usual, another set of eyes painted on his lids. He sported his dreadlocks once more and his same beard, appearing like the infamous Jack, even if his expression was one to worry about.

When jack reached Will he prodded his arm and stomach, shaking his head and walking to Lydia. He knelt down beside her face and moved her hair out the way. Tapping her check he felt her stir and begin to wake, not moving from his crouched position. Slowly her eyes fluttered open and settled on the man before her. She gasped as her eyes spread open, seeing the man she thought she loved. Jack bit the inside of his cheeks and stood up, not giving Lydia enough time to catch up with what was going on.

"Jack it's us," Will said.

"Jack?" Lydia whimpered still a little hazy.

Jack halted from where he was walking, hearing her say his name. He pulled a face and continued walking to one of the many people, spouting something in their language. Neither Will or Lydia could understand what he was saying, still a very dizzy from being held upside down. Jack's "people" all repeated something to him, bowing their heads.

"Tell them to let us down!" Will yelled for them.

Jack waved an arm at him as he proceeded to speak their language. The people watched Will over, tilting their heads at him. Whatever they were talking about him didn't sit well with Will, wiggling in the ropes that bounded him. Lydia focused more on not fainting, the position not being very easy to hold her head up. Jack knelt down beside Will and looked him over, saying something that sounded like "eunuch" and "snip snip" which Will shook his head at. The people all made a collective noise, agreeing with Jack on what he had said, repeating "eunuchy". When Jack moved to look over Lydia Will eyed his belt the best he could.

"Jack, the compass," Will nodded at it "that's all we need. Elizabeth is in danger. We were arrested for trying helping you."

Jack stopped in his tracks beside Lydia, raising an eyebrow at her before spinning to face Will.

"She faces the gallows!" Will pleaded.

Jack jumped round to face his people, strutting back to them. He spoke again to them, pointing at Will then to somewhere in the distance. Lydia was fully awake at that point, still a little queezy but able to keep her head up. Jack flicked his hands at Will and his people chanted his words, jack stalking up to when Will was hanging.