"Shoebox of Lies"
By GirlX2
Okay, here it is! The long awaited sequel to 'So Lifelike!' (And if you haven't read that, you're screwed.) I want to thank everyone who supporeded me during the last fic, and kept on me to get this one done. :p Enjoy!
Chapter One
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It had been the longest four weeks of Jack Sparrow's life. The Pirate Captain had finally gathered all the things from the different Caribbean islands that Tia Dalma said she needed to enact her spell.
Jack watched anxiously as the Voo-doo woman boiled something in a red clay pot.
"You're sure you remember her clearly? Dat's very important Jack." She asked him.
"I'm sure. I spent half a week with her that I'm not going to forget anytime soon." Jack replied, somewhat insulted.
"Well, if your memory was at all impaired, say from dat rum you're always drinkin-"
"I remember Dana perfectly well!" Jack cut her off.
"Alright den."
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Dana lay in her bed, staring into the darkness. The last four weeks had been rough on her. She'd gotten the splint off her ankle, and the bruises she'd sustained in the accident had finally faded, but her emotional state was still a wreak. Jack's sudden departure had caused her more than a few sleepless nights. Matt had helped her to remain hopeful that he was alright, but even her boyfriend could only do so much.
Dana curled around the lavender-scented teddy bear Matt had given her. She snuggled it, wishing very hard that Matt could be there to comfort her.
'If I could only know Jack was alright…'
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" 'Ow is this going to work? I won't do it if it'll harm her in any way." Jack crossed his arms.
"I've prepared all de appropriate ingredients, but you'll have to do the actual work, since you're de one who knows 'er." Tia Dalma said, stitching the last seam on the small linen doll in her hands. "If you just do as I say she'll be fine."
"So she'll be…that."
"Yes."
Jack gave her a skeptical look. "If the same thing hadn't happened to me I'd say it was a load of rot."
"Yes, well, you know its not." She said.
Jack looked over the foot-high doll critically. It was blank of any defining features save two tiny stitches of pink thread that resembled an open mouth. It was clothed in a dress resembling Tia Dalma's, only slightly less flamboyant. Yarn hair spilled from its head.
"It doesn't look like her."
"It don't need to look like her, since we're doin' dis de wrong way round." Tia Dalma rolled her eyes. "Can ya just trust me Jack?"
"I suppose."
"You should just be happy I found a way to alter the spell so two way travilin' is intended. Dat's not how it is supposed to work."
"Aye, I am."
"And if dis is just so you can have another girlfriend-"
"I'm doing this because she needs to know I'm safely back." Jack held up a warning finger, challenging the woman to disagree. "I wouldn't dream of comprising her. Not to mention she's very clearly in love with this annoying Whelp."
"Of course. Now, where's de blood?"
"Blood?" Jack said blankly.
"De fresh blood of a virgin. Dats de most important part!"
'Err…"
Tia Dalma sighed. "Ya didn't get it, did ya?"
"Not as I can recall." Jack said airily.
"Well I can't do dis wit' out it." She replied.
"Exactly how fresh are we talking here, love?"
"De fresher it is de better off she'll be."
Jack thought this over a moment. "Wot if I could get the virgin to spill blood here?"
"Dat would be the best. But who-"
"Just leave that to me." Jack grinned his golden smile.
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Will studied the sword that lay across his palms. The tang was good, the balance nearly perfect, and the gilt inlay-while totally unnecessary-was beautiful.
"It's a good sword lad." A familiar voice rumbled behind him. "Still to busy making them to properly woo the fair lady Elizabeth?"
Will spun around.
"Jack!"
The infamous captain was leaning against the dirty stone wall. He gave a mock bow. "None other, young Turner. 'Ow's my favorite blacksmith?"
"What are you doing here?" Will demanded. "I didn't risk my life freeing you from the noose for you to come waltzing back into Port Royal!"
"Its all right." Jack held up his hands. "I've been traveling under cloak of night. No one knows I'm here."
"Why are you here?" Will asked, desperate to get rid of the pirate. "If its another curse, you can go and-"
"Its nothing of the sort. If you'd be so good as to accompany me back to the Pearl I'll gladly tell you what's going on." Jack said. "And I promise it'll be worth your while to hear the tale."
"And then you'll leave me alone?" Will asked desperately.
"On my honor." Jack replied, his hand to the heavens.
Will squinted suspiciously, but nodded. He placed the sword back into its case, and placed his own in its holster.
Something told the blacksmith he'd need it.
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