Fell Too Far
By: Delu
A/N: Fifteen reviews! That makes me happy. Okay, onto something about the story: For some reason, this chapter was harder to write than the last. I think it's because it was Iz's POV. I'm not as good with hers. Hm. Ah, oh well. I'll get over it, I'm sure.
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Word Count: 1855
Chapter Four
"You're the one they're hunting. The pirate."
Oh, wow, you know, I've always loved that line, but to hear it in person... That's just another thing entirely. Seriously, with all the hay, dust, and grime around me, it seems so surreal to be watching the sword fighting scene of the movie business up close and personal. Well, not entirely up close, since Lee and I were over next to the donkey (mule? I dunno, Ted and Terry never were specific with that, not my fault) sitting on a table. We actually had a pretty good view. I could see Will's strong back and Lee got to see Sparrow's handsome face as he made extravagant and over-done face gestures that actually seemed to suit him.
"You seem somewhat familiar, have I threatened you before?"
"I make it a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates." As he should! Honest, their nothing but low-down good for nothing thieves with bad hygiene. Have no clue why Lee likes this particular pirate so much. Though, it is a rather good thing that she can't hear my thoughts right now; otherwise she'd slap me, I'm sure.
"Ah. Well then, it'd be a shame to put a black mark on your record, so if you'll excuse me..." You're not getting away that fast, buster! I couldn't help but think, as I usually do, when Will pulled a sword from a pillar-thing in the middle of the room and aimed it at Cap'n Jack.
"Do you think this wise, boy? Crossing blades with a pirate," Jack said. Will just simply tilted his sword more towards his opponents throat. That's my Blacksmith, you show him what for!
"You threatened Miss Swann," Will said angrily. And there goes my happy bubble. Fan-flippin'-tastic. You know, that little strumpet really is starting to get on my nerves. First she's all mean to Will then she had to go and get threatened and whatnot... honestly, she'll never quit, will she? Not to mention Dead Man's Chest. I shudder at the thought.
"Only a little," Jack replied in what Lee would probably call a smexy way. Bah, humbug. I do like that little thing he does with the swords, though, 'tis a neat trick. The two of them started sparring with the cutlasses and Will did this swinging trick that made it slice threw the air.
"And Turner takes the lead!" Came an excited commentary from beside me as Will made Jack back his butt up. The two broke the tirade of clashing a moment later.
"You know what you're doing, I'll give you that," Jack acquitted. "Excellent form. But how's your footwork?"
"Bloody brilliant, that's how it is," I said over to Lee and she gave a reluctant nod in return. Apparently, the other two (conscious) people in the room paid us too ladies no mind, because they went on with what it was they were doing.
"If I step here," he crossed his feet over to the left and I saw/heard the clash of the metal, "very good. An' now I step again," he said in a voice that reminded me of my tenth grade gym teacher. And Lee wonder's why I don't like him in this scene - other than the fact that he's tried to friggin' maim my Blacksmith. "Ta," he said with a smirk and glanced over at our table with the donkey standing near us. "Coming, luv?"
I am going to assume that was directed towards Lee, though I couldn't help but notice the glance over at my form as well. Well, I think it was a glance anyway... I mean, really, he could run a make-up counter with how much MAC he has on. Of course, I have no room to complain; they probably put make up or powder or something on Orlando Bloom when they dressed him up for the film, right?
"Nah, I think I'll stay here for a mo," Lee said with a smirk and pointed (as much as one with thick irons cuffs can point, anyhow) over to Will, whom was drawing his cutlass back. Sure enough, a moment later same said piece of metal was lodged in the wooden lock of the smithy door. Sparrow tried futilely for a minute to pull it from it's new embedded home in the two by four lock with no such luck to speak of.
I snorted at the sight. That always made me laugh.
My laughter, however, drew the attention of our favourite Turner (for most of us, anyhow) back onto me. He looked as though he had completely forgotten I was there in all the excitement (not that I blame him, seeing as I wasn't supposed to actually be here in the first place) and seemed ashamed of that fact. However, he decided that now was the time he'd be watching out for my personal safety.
"Mrs. Greyson, stay where you are, I wouldn't want you to get hurt. I assure you I'll deal with this pirate," here he spat the word as if it were a curse, "and then I'll be able to fill your order." Not really knowing what to do, I just simply nodded my head in a "yeah, sure, whatever you say" kind of way. When he smiled at me in an almost reassuring way, I nearly swooned. You know, he could probably off half the teenage girl population by looking at them like that.
Meanwhile, Jack had finally stopped trying to wedge the sword out of the lock, and lee was snickering at me in a knowing fashion. Meh, stupid woman.
"That is a wonderful trick," he walked on that little trolley thing and over to Will, "except once again you are between me - "
"Ahem," Lee fake coughed loudly and glared at Jack, who had an "Oh, right, you're here, aren't you?" look on his face. See what I mean? Pirates are no good.
"Us and our way out." He smirked. "And now you have no weapon."
I looked over at Lee, whom had just realized she was holding the thing Will was supposed to use now (you know, the hot poker thing that scared the bejesus out of the donkey-mule?) and gave me a sheepish grin.
"Gimme that, you nincompoop," I said and grabbed the thing; she merely shrugged. "Will!" I tossed it over to him, coincidentally nearly stabbing myself, Sparrow, and Will with the thing. What can I say? I'm not a very coordinated person. And besides, the thing was quite heavy. At least he caught it, right? No harm; no foul.
As soon as Will held up the semi-hot rod (ha, hot rod) the donkey neighed and started movie around again. Both Lee and I knew it was futile to hush him and so we just let the course of the beast continue on. Will and Jack had started to fight again, this time with sparks flying. At first, Will was winning, but then... meh, Jack got the upper hand. Don't know how but Will started backing up. All the sudden I heard Lee singing some weird chant and just had to look.
"Go Go Go, Go you might Pirates! We, we win, win you mighty Pirates! Roll Call!" Oh my God, it's finally happened, hasn't it? She's gone mad. I should start preparing her eulogy, for there is no doubt in my mind that she'll probably kill herself on accident with this new found freedom of the mind. Oh, how I miss her. If only she hadn't gotten herself thrown in with the wrong crowd. Darn you, Jack Sparrow! She was saying something about Jack being hot and losing weight or something. I couldn't help but grimace.
"... I do, and I practice with them, three hours a day!" I turned to look at the two exceedingly close fighters. They were now only about six feet away, and with all the pointy metal things they were flinging about, that was not a comforting notion to me. Suddenly, I turned to Lee and smacked her upside the head.
"Oi! Wha' was that for?" She asked, rubbing her head. As if I'd hit her hard. Psh.
"You almost made me miss the eunuch line, you dolt," I said and glared at her. Well, at least she wasn't chanting anymore...
"You need to fin' yourself a girl, mate," I heard Sparrow say and turned back to watch them as Lee continued to lick her wounds. "OR. Perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you've a'ready found one, and are incapable of wooing said strumpet." He glanced down at Will's nether regions, "You're not a Eunuch, are you?" He asked sceptically. Before I could show my unjust to the comment, Lee spoke up.
"You know what I find funny? He never did answer that comment," she said in her know-it-all voice. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, and? You saw the ending of At World's End. No way is he a eunuch after that."
"True, true. Oh, lookie, they're doing the tango on balance beams," Lee's face lit up in a grin as she stood on the table to get a better look at the two sword fighters. I had to sigh at her dialog; honestly, she comes up with the weirdest names for things.
"You are a strange child, did you know that?" I said to her as I attempted to balance on the table. Hey, you try wearing a colonial maid's dress and see how well you stand in it!
"I know. Wonderful, isn't it?" She replied with a grin.
"Meh, it gets confusing at times. No - not the face! Oh, danggit." I sighed and shook my head as I watched Cap'n Jack spray Will with whatever it was in that duffel thing next to the fire. I made a face as Jack pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Will's face. It's always the face, isn't it? BUT WHY? Gah.
"You cheated," the youngest Turner said incredulously.
"Dang right he did," I said.
"Shut it, Iz, he's a - "
"Pirate." You know, for being so clever, Jack is really obvious some times. There was a new sound in with the clanging of the wheels as they spun - the locked door was being banged upon by what I knew to be the Royal Navy. Red coats; yippee.
"Move away," I heard Jack say. It was now kind of hard to see the two of them, pillars, swords, and a drunk man in the way. Ah, Jack's about to get his come-upance. Beside me, I just knew that Lee was cringing at the bottle broke upon her lovely pirate's (is that an oxymoron or what?) head. Serves him right. To my left, the Red's finally broke in and surrounded both me and Lee plus Jack's unconscious form and Will's dirty one. Dirty Will, yum. Okay, I'll stop.
My thoughts were dragged away as Jack's unconscious form was hauled up from the ground and Lee was shoved along with him by some soldiers.
Great. Just great. Now what was I supposed to do?
A/N: Kudo's to the loverly CaptainSparrow-luv! That little chant was part of her larger one that she has graciously let me use. Thanks again, Cap'n! 'Twas useful, it was. -nod-
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- Delu
