Cowgirls and Pirates: The Sequel
ProRodeoCowgirl
Summary: After Jack and Will's wild romp in the 21st century with cowgirls Jade and Morgan, they are blasted back to the 17th century Caribbean, along with a few…friends. Probably could stand alone, but would be funnier and make more sense if you read the first story, Cowgirls and Pirates.
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Chapter 1, Back to the Caribbean
Will regained awoke slowly, his breathing shallow and his head spinning uncontrollably. He laid there for some time, trying to remember what he had been dreaming about.
'Jack and I were with two girls named Morgan and Jade…we stayed with them and did all sorts of weird stuff…we went to a rodeo…Jade got hung up on a bull…I got knocked unconscious...'
He opened his eyes and stared straight up at the blinding sun. Will closed his eyes again and turned his head to escape the violent heat rays. When he opened them, he saw a long, white beach filled of hot sand stretched out before him. He raised up on his elbows and gazed around. A little to his left was a broken cargo barrel. He looked down and realized his clothes were wet.
'Why am I wet?'
Then he remembered the storm…he and Jack had been guiding the Black Pearl through a huge storm and they had capsized. He remembered that when he hit the water, just before he had passed out he had grabbed onto something.
"That explains the barrel, then," Will said to himself. He got up and dusted the sand off of his clothes. He shook his head to clear it further. He felt confused. That dream…it had seemed so real – he almost felt as if he had actually been there. He pondered for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders. He started walking along the beach, taking in his surroundings. It was a small island, barely four ship lengths across, with palm trees and shrubs scattered sparsely over it. On one end, there was a small thicket that Will couldn't see through. There was a lot of shade around that area, plus some coconut trees, so Will decided to head in that direction. When he got there, he sat down under a palm tree and sighed. Apparently he was stranded here.
'Great. No water, no ship, no idea how long I've been here, no idea where "here" is…just dandy.'
He gazed around, not paying much attention, and his eyes landed on a dark spot in the sand. It took him a moment to realize what he was looking at. Suddenly it dawned on him, and he jumped up to have a closer look. It was a pair of footprints! Barely a few hours old. He wasn't alone, a fact that mystified him seeing as how the island was so small. Will raised his eyes and stared around, listening with all his might. He didn't hear anything, so he sat back down. He leaned his head up against a tree and within a matter of minutes was dozing lightly.
CRACK! A twig snapped in two. Will jumped awake and put his hand to his hilt where he normally kept his sword. He didn't feel it. He looked down quickly and was astonished to see it was gone. It was only then that he realized he was wearing different clothes: jeans, a ripped long-sleeve shirt, and boots.
"Where the heck did I get these?" he asked himself.
"Ya know, talking to yerself is one of the first signs that your gettin' like me," said a voice. Will jerked his head around to face the newcomer, succeeding in pulling a major crick in his neck. Wincing, he gazed at the person intensely, then huffed with exasperation and laid back down. Jack grinned and pushed away from the tree he was leaning on. He swaggered over to Will and said,
"By the way, eunuch, nice clothes!" Will shot him a contemptuous sideways glance and answered,
"Look in a mirror, will you?" Jack looked himself up and down at Will's reply, then asked,
"Whass wrong with me getup?" Will sighed and sat up.
"Nothing, I reckon…I'm just a bit annoyed right now," he said. "Any idea how we got here?" Jack examined one of the trinkets in his braids and answered nonchalantly,
"Nope. All I know is that I had one heck of a wild dream…dreamed we were off in some place where gals dressed like men and enjoyed getting run over by bulls. Seemed so real, though; when I first woke up, I wondered if it really was a dream." Will knotted his eyebrows and said to him,
"Jack, that's the exact same dream I had. And mine felt real, too. This is so crazy, it's making me feel drunk!" Jack grinned at Will and commented to him,
"That's the second sign that yer gettin' like me!" Will threw a rock at him, which he dodged, grinning. Will settled back against the tree. There was quiet for a moment, then Will said,
"About sundown we should make a fire, then in the morning we'll have to find a way to signal someone that we're on this island." Jack smiled mischievously, remembering a certain time a while back when he and Elizabeth had been stranded on an island. He winked and replied,
"Methinks I know the perfect way."
