Well the chapter title is a line Scar says in The Lion King. And I hope you enjoy the story. Happy Holidays to all!
Chapter 3: Temper, Temper, Temper
Ogygia was an island large enough for a person to get lost on, yet none who were fortune enough to stumble upon it ever found it again, with the exception of the Olympian Gods and Goddess. It used to be a peaceful place, where small animals and birds could live in peace, without disruption. Now, however it seemed there was always a raging battle between the mistress of the island, Calypso and her lover Davy Jones.
It wasn't that they didn't love each other; they just had been stuck on Ogygia together for about one hundred years and needed a break from each others company. Their nerves were frayed and the slightest thing could set them off. Today Calypso had misplaced a necklace and was convinced Davy had taken it.
"You blasted fool! Hand it over!" shrieked Calypso in a thick Greek accent. She was beautiful, but in an eerie, exotic way. Her hair was dreadlocked, her skin was darker than Ana Maria's, and she had black dots shaped like fat teardrops underneath her eyes. Her whole demeanor gave the impression of voodoo and other strange magic.
"I don't have it you stupid whore!" roared Davy. He was dressed in pirate clothes and had long red hair, along with a beard. His face was tan and weathered, yet handsome in Calypso eyes. Then again she hadn't had any male companionship since Odysseus.
"Do you realize what that necklace is?" asked Calypso impatiently.
Davy snorted. "What do I care about some little bauble you lost?"
"I didn't lose it; you stole it!" retorted Calypso. "And it was a gift from Hera. She is the Queen of the Gods."
"I know who Hera is," sulked Davy.
"Well, I thought I should remind you since nothing seems to go through your thick skull!"
"Don't insult my intelligence," growled Davy.
"You cannot tell me what to do," snapped Calypso childishly. "I'm the goddess here, remember?"
"If you are a goddess why can't you get us off this blasted island?" asked Davy furiously.
Calypso rolled her dark eyes. "Do you think I'm foolish enough to challenge Zeus?"
"Yes."
Calypso roared in anger. "You - you maggot brained son of a bitch!" She added a couple of insults in Greek (which won't be translated) and stormed out of their small house, fuming.
Purple clouds gathered in the sky as Calypso let her anger stew inside her. She was sick of Davy's lying, cheating, pirating ways. How could she have fallen in love with him? When Davy had washed up on Ogygia one hundred years ago and they had fallen in love, she was convinced he was the most wonderful man in the world. She had even given him immortality! However, a hundred years with only each other's company exposed the nastier side of his character and hers as well, though she would never admit it.
She arrived at a cliff overlooking the sea. Fat storm clouds covered the sky and the sea was iron gray. She stared at the sea, thinking about ways to unleash her anger.
Then she spotted a ship with black sails on the horizon. Icy water droplets began to fall from the sky and the wind picked up speed. She smiled cruelly; they could either move or feel her wrath.
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Elizabeth stood by the railing of the Pearl, looking out at the unusually gray sea. Elizabeth closed her eyes and lifted her arms, stretching. She put her arms down and rolled her shoulder's backwards, releasing the tension. Simple exercises like this helped make the vigorous work on the Pearl slightly less painful. William was also an asset. At the end of the day, he would massage her aching muscles and assure her that the newly acquired freckles, calluses, and occasional sunburn didn't detract from her looks.
"Hello, Lizzie," said a voice behind her. Elizabeth winced and turned around. Only one person called her Lizzie. Sure enough Jack was standing there, with his normal nonchalant stance and roguish grin.
"Morning, Jack," replied Elizabeth, managing to keep her tone civil. Jack had been a pain in her ass since the day she had stepped on the Pearl.
"How are you faring on this…" Jack looked up at the sky, "rather gloomy morning?"
"Fine."
Jack took out his telescope, pulled it out and placed it at his eye. "There appears to be an island 'bout two miles away."
Elizabeth perked up. "Maybe there's a church there."
"Eager for the rapture of a wedding night?" asked Jack.
Elizabeth flushed a delicate pink.
"You know," he continued, "unlike the whelp, there are some men, like me self, that wouldn't deny a woman the satisfaction of sharin' a bed with him."
Elizabeth tensed and gripped the railing. This was why Jack was irritating her so much. Jack made these lewd comments about her or called Will names such as whelp or eunuch. She made nothing of it, though. Will said that Jack made these kinds of remarks often. "I've heard," she said dryly.
Luckily Ana Maria came before Jack could make more bawdy remarks. "Captain, a word?"
"'Course Luv," said Jack.
"A private word," Ana said through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at Elizabeth.
"Oh," said Elizabeth, feeling even more uncomfortable. "I'm sorry." She walked off, eager to get away from the hostile Ana Maria.
"Jack, you've got to stop this," hissed Ana as soon as Elizabeth was out of earshot.
"Stop what?" asked Jack, even though he had a fairly good guess as to what Ana was speaking of.
"Wooing her," replied Ana. "And don't act like you don't know who I'm talking about."
"You haven't been very hospitable towards Miss Swann," said Jack, attempting to distract her.
Ana hit him on the shoulder. "Don't try to change the subject," she said. "I'm giving you some advice that you will follow, whether you like it or not."
"What will you do if I don't comply to your self proclaimed words of wisdom?"
"I'll beat you black and blue," threatened Ana.
Jack winced. If Ana was any other wench, he would have not taken her intimidation seriously. But, Ana Maria was not any other wench, and what she said, she meant. Unless she was trying to cheat someone out of their money, but she wasn't trying to filch Jack's limited funds. Therefore, Ana's warning was to be taken seriously.
"Why would a lass like you care about my romantic conquests?" asked Jack.
Ana rolled her eyes. "I'm just sayin' Swann's very much in love with Turner, and he's in love with her too. You're never going to win her over."
"So you give me this counsel because you care for the state of my heart," said Jack, smiling in a satisfied way.
"No," Ana lied. Her fib was good enough to fool Jack. His face fell in disappointment.
"I'm saying this because you're making an ass out of yourself," Ana continued. "The crew is laughing at you behind your back, and if you're mutinied upon, the new captain might not be so open to having a woman on board."
"That's not true," said Jack. "All the crew shows you the utmost respect, especially since you triumph in every arm wrestling match you've ever been challenged to or challenged some other bloke to. They'd probably appoint you captain."
Ana gritted her teeth. He had her there. "You may be right, but what if Turner found out?"
"Found out what?" asked a voice. Jack and Ana turned. Predictably, Will was standing there, looking mildly curious.
"Nothing," said Jack, innocently smiling at Will. "Why are you eavesdropping or dropping eaves?"
"I thought I heard Miss Ana Maria saying my name," Will admitted.
Ana smiled to herself. She liked Will as a friend, of course. He showed chivalry to her, unlike a certain ego-inflated idiot aboard the Pearl.
"Well, she did, but it does not concern you in any way," said Jack. "I am aware that this makes completely no sense, but allow me to help you comprehend this fact. You see your rather common name (if I do say so myself) happened to make an appearance in our tête-à-tête because-"
"Stow it Jack," interrupted Ana. "We were talking about you, Will, because Jack is trying to seduce your lady."
Drizzle began to fall.
"No I didn't," said Jack a little too quickly.
"I should have guessed," said Will, anger in his voice.
"Don't lie Jack," said Ana. Oh, this was fun, putting the silver-tongued Captain Jack Sparrow on the spot.
"I believe this is the third time you have given me advice, if you count the advice you gave me to follow, your first tidbit of advice," said Jack.
Will drew his sword. The rain started to fall steadier.
"You always were overly theatrical when it comes to your swords," commented Jack.
"I should have confronted you," said Will, "when Elizabeth mentioned that you were making inappropriate comments to her, but I decided not to, against my better judgment. I thought better of you."
"Well we all can't be honorable buggers can we?" said Jack. "Especially when there is a bonnie lass to be won."
"Elizabeth is not something you can win, like money in a card game," growled Will. Both the rain and the wind were picking up.
"What's going on?" asked Elizabeth, joining in on the conversation.
"Jack fancies you," said Ana scathingly.
Elizabeth tensed. Her worst suspicions were confirmed.
The rain began pounding down, and the ship began to rock. Within a few moments the crew of the Black Pearl had a full fledged gale on its hands.
"All hands on deck! To your stations!" yelled Jack over the thunder. "Scurry! I want movement!"
A wave rose up and splashed upon the deck. All of the crew grabbed on to something to prevent being swept off. When the wave retracted Will, Elizabeth, Jack and Ana were gone.
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