Breathless
Disclaimer: Neither of us own any of the Pirates of the Caribbean characters, places or objects.
A/N: Hello everyone! We're back to interfere with the 2nd film, and this time there's two of us. My brother and I hope you enjoy chapter one of our first joint story.
Olivia and Rick were up and breakfasted by eight on the penultimate day of their Caribbean holiday. After telling their mum that they were going to rent a sailing boat, the pair made their way down to Punta Guilarte Beach.
"There it is!" exclaimed Rick, pointing down the beach to where, in a sheltered tide-pool, the dinghy was still moored. Olivia grinned wickedly at her brother before setting off at a run. As always, Rick beat his sister and started to untie the boat.
"Stop!"
Olivia yelled breathlessly. "Wait 'till I'm in or it'll float off
on the current." She threw her spice sack in ahead of her and then
jumped aboard. "OK, you can let it go now." Rick loosed the rope
before clambering aboard.
This time there was no drag to head for
the open sea so, after navigating her way out of the tide-pool,
Olivia indicated for her brother to come and take the tiller.
"Right.
Let's go south, along the coast. Push the tiller away from you...
That's it! Do you feel how the wind's caught the sail?" Rick nodded
and grinned at his older sister.
Half an hour after leaving the
beach, they rounded an out-crop of limestone, which could crumble at
any moment, and saw a small island to their right.
"Olivia, you see that island? Let's go there," Rick suggested.
"'Kay. Remember, you need to pull the tiller into you to turn right," Olivia instructed.
Rick managed to turn them with only a little difficulty but as they approached the satellite island, Olivia saw something to cause her to grab the tiller from her brother. "Sorry, Rick. But as much as I like the idea of a beach fire, I don't fancy building it out of what was the boat," she said with a quick smile. Olivia expertly negotiated the treacherous rocks, which could have wrecked them. They landed and then beached the boat properly.
"Do ya fancy having a fire on the beach and cooking lunch on it? I've got some sausages, a couple of potatoes, marshmallows and chocolate digestives." Olivia grinned at Rick and waggled her eyebrows.
"Yeah. But we're going to need some firewood. Or do have some charcoal as well?" Rick loved teasing his sister, it was so easy. Olivia rose to it by sticking her tongue out at her brother.
"Come on, then!" she threw over her shoulder as she headed into the forest, which seemed to be the island's main feature.
N&RThey had been wandering through the forest, collecting firewood as they went, for roughly 20 minutes before they arrived on the other beach.
"That's odd, I would've thought this island was bigger than this." Olivia frowned and glanced over at her brother, whose eyes were comparable to soup plates. "Rick, what is it?!"
"Look behind you, Liv." He pointed at a point somewhere over her left shoulder. Olivia whipped around and then tipped her head backwards while taking a deep breath.
"You have got to be kidding me!" She turned back to her brother, her mischievous smirk firmly in place, and held out a hand. "You coming?" Rick grabbed his sister's hand and they set off at a run towards the beached ship. As they were about to reach the ship, they nearly collided with Turner and Gibbs.
"Natilra!" the two men cried in delight and disbelief, coming to a halt.
"Somehow
I get the feeling that we've got more important things to be doing."
Both men nodded and the four of them ran over to where Pintel
was.
"Excellent,
our work's half done!" Gibbs sounded so relieved as to make Olivia
and Rick grin at each other.
"We done it for you, knowing you'd
be coming back for it!"
"Then
I think we better get on," Rick suggested to the bald pirate.
"Make
ready to sail, boys!" Gibbs yelled with a hint of desperation to
his voice.
"What about Jack? I won't leave without him," the
Whelp declared adamantly.
"Well here he comes," Natilra called down to him from the wheel, where she'd arrived courtesy of the mooring line. They all turned to see Jack come running down on to the beach, followed by the tribal people that they all knew to be cannibals.
"Time
to go." Turner climbed up the netting on the side of the
Black Pearl.
"Cast
off those lines! Make ready to cast off!" Gibbs yelled as Jack ran
into the water and climbed part way up the rope ladder, the one that
Turner had just used, before turning to the cannibals.
"Alas my
children, this is the day you shall always remember as the day that
you almost–"
he was interrupted by a large wave rushing over him. "...Captain
Jack Sparrow," he ended sort of lamely and finished climbing up
onto the Pearl.
Jack sauntered up to the poop deck where, instead of taking control
of his ship, he was met by the shock of his life.
"Hi, Jack," Natilra smiled casually at him, leaning against the wheel.
"Natilra," Jack said with a curt nod, after having closed up his trap and pulling his eyes back into his head. "Who's the boy?"
"I'm Rike, Natilra's brother," Rick informed the captain.
"That
is so
unimaginative," Natilra hissed at him. "So, Jack: Where we
headed?"
"Let's
put some distance between us and this island and head out to open
sea," Gibbs suggested.
"Yes
to the first, yes to the second, but only insofar as we keep to the
shallows as much as possible," his captain instructed, completely
ignoring the Joneses.
"That seems a bit contradictory,
Captain."
"I have every faith in your reconciliatory
navigational skills, Master Gibbs. Now, where is that monkey? I want
to shoot something."
"Is it really that bad to see me again, Jack?" Natilra's tone was way too innocent. Jack turned to her and strode over, worrying Natilra to no end, but he didn't stop. Before Natilra knew what was happening, Jack had pulled her into a bone-cracking hug.
"It's so good to see you again, darl'," he whispered into her hair. "Where's that hat of yours?" Natilra frowned at his teasing grin and then a light bulb appeared over her head. She looked down at herself and over at Rike, how they hadn't noticed that their attire had changed was beyond her.
"It's
in here," she smiled at her fellow captain, reached into her sack
and settled her hat on her head at a rakish angle.
"Jack,
Elizabeth is in danger." The Whelp interrupted the captains'
moment, yet again.
"Have you considered keeping a more watchful
eye on her?"
"Why
don't you just lock her up somewhere?" Rike suggested
teasingly.
"She is locked up, in a prison bound to hang for
helping you," the Whelp said in a pleading tone.
"The
one in Port Royal?" Natilra waited for Turner to nod before
continuing. "I wonder if she's got our cell, eh Jack?" The other
pirate captain gave her his most attractive smile before returning
his attention to the Whelp.
"There comes a time when one must
take responsibility for one's mistakes." Natilra and Rike laughed
until Turner stole a sword and pointed it at Jack.
"Do
you think this wise, boy?" asked Natilra, who had retrieved her
sword at the same time as her hat.
"I need that compass of
Jack's. I must trade it for Elizabeth's freedom."
"Mr. Gibbs,"
said Jack, rather uncomfortably.
"Captain?"
"We have a
need to travel upriver."
"You mean a need as in a trifling
need, fleeting, as in, say, a passing fancy?"
"No, a resolute
and unyielding need." Even as Gibbs' face fell, Rike and Natilra
exchanged grins behind his back.
"What we need to do is to make
sail for Port Royal with all haste," the pup exclaimed in a tone of
anguish.
"William, I shall trade you the compass, if you will
help me to find this." Here Jack pulled out the picture of the key,
and showed it to Turner, Natilra and Rike.
"You want me to find
this?" Will asked, his eyebrows floating to his hairline.
"No,
you want you to find this. Because the finding of this finds you
incapacitorially finding and/or locating in your discovering the
detecting of a way to free your dolly belle ol' what's her face,
savvy?" Jack informed his young friend in his usual bamboozling
terms.
"This is going to save Elizabeth?"
"How much do
you know about Davy Jones?"
"Dav-id? Jack, what have you gotten yourself i–" Suddenly, Natilra clutched her stomach in pain.
"Natilra!" yelled Jack, Gibbs, Will and Rike. They all rushed to her side. She looked up at them in utter shock and disbelief and it was easy to see why, her stomach had swelled to look like she was seven months pregnant.
A/N: I apologise for any inaccuracies about sailing, I've never been on a sailing boat. We assure you, chaos will ensue in true Jones/Pirates style.
Coming up we have a trip to Tia's, Tortuga and various re-unions.
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