Thank you to MeraSparrow for the review (more rum)! I can't submit Chapter Five until Beth finishes the bit of it that she was supposed to write...poo monkeys...anywhosit...enjoy!
Disclaimer: Beth and I own ourselves...and not PotC...unfortunately...because then we would rule the world!
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Will and Governor Swann entered the prison later. Will knelt down by Elizabeth who was seated on the floor. Beth was on the other side of the cell, looking out the window to the ships in the bay.
"Jack's Compass?" Elizabeth asked. "What does Beckett want with that?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes, it does," snapped Beth, annoyed with the affection between Elizabeth and Will. Will looked up.
"How?"
Beth blinked. "I…I don't know…"
"I'm to find Jack and convince him to return to Port Royal and in exchange the charges against us will be dropped," He sighed. "If we hadn't set Jack and Meg free…"
"I share the consequences gladly," Beth spoke again.
"No, we must find our own avenue to secure your freedom," Governor Swann interjected.
"Is that a lack of faith in Jack... or in me?" Will asked.
"You would risk your life to save Sparrow's and Meg's does not mean that they would do the same for anyone else,"
"I have faith in you," Elizabeth said. "All three of you. Where will you find them?"
"Tortuga." Will nodded. "I'll start there and I won't stop searching 'till I find him. And then I intend to return here to marry you." Beth sighed a little, feeling tears sting her eyes.
"Properly?" Elizabeth asked.
"Eagerly," Will responded. "If you'll still have me."
"If it weren't for these bars, I'd have you already." Elizabeth smiled. Beth's eyes widened as they looked out the window. She had once said something very similar to William.
("You stole my line!"-Beth
SEE! I'm getting proof! I went to our original fanfic for the first movie and LO AND BEHOLD! LOOKIE AT WHAT I FOUND:
Beth nodded.
"If these bars weren't here I would hug you…"
Will smiled one of his really cute smiles.
"If these bars weren't here I would kiss you…Beth…I love you,"
Beth smiled.
"I love you too,"
SEEEEEEEEEE! TOTALLY NOT COOL! I HAVE PROOF! gets dragged away by policemen in a straight jacket THAT'S NOT HOW YOU SPELL IT! -Beth thrown into prison- I HAVE RIGHTS! THE WORLD NEEDS TO KNOW! -glances at Norry sitting in the cell next to her- Wow, fancy meeting you here...-shrugs-)
"I'll wait for you…"
"Keep a weather eye on the horizon," Will murmured to the two girls, and left quickly, leaving Elizabeth, who seemingly was attempting to kiss Will through the bars, hanging. Beth smirked and quickly turned away. She heard Elizabeth cursing Beckett for taking away her wedding night. 'A wedding night that should have been mine, for all I know,' Beth thought, a little envious.
Will had loved her at a time… Why did honor matter so much? After all, he was the blacksmith, Elizabeth, the governor's daughter, and Beth, an ex-commodore's cousin!
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Meanwhile, Jack peered through a spyglass at a shore of a very lush bit of land. "We'll beach there," he said to Gibbs.
"But, Captain, we'll have to wait for the tide to come in,"
"Fine! Just do it!" Jack snapped. Meg watched him from a distance. He had been ignoring her most of the time since they had been to the Turkish Prison. He passed by her.
"Jack?"
"What?" He spun around. Meg looked hurt. Jack sighed. "Sorry, love…" he murmured. He went back into his cabin and Meg, once again, followed.
"Jack…what's been going on?" She asked, closing the door. Jack sighed again, sitting down and putting his feet up on the desk, folding his arms.
"…can you keep a secret?"
"'If any man shall offer to run away, or keep any Secret from the Company, he shall be marroon'd with—'"
"Yeah, yeah, I know…Meg…please?"
"Seeing as you're the captain…fine," she plunked herself down on the edge of the desk. "What is it?" Jack stood up and slowly walked over to her, slowly unwrapping the rag from his hand. Staring her down, he showed her his left fist and then slowly opened it. "Holy crap!" she said rather loud as she grasped his hand. "What the foosnit happened?" Jack went to cover her mouth from the outburst.
"Now, hush!" he turned his head towards the door, making sure no one was eavesdropping.
("I haven't been dropping no eaves, sir!")
Fortunately, the crew was working trying to beach the Pearl. "You're starting to sound like 'Dictionary' Beth," Jack rolled his eyes and then became serious again.
"Is that…?"
"The Black Spot? Yes…just, don't tell anyone about it…I…I owe a debt to…Davey Jones, Meg," Meg's eyes widened.
"No…"
"Yes…my soul…"
"But that means…"
"The Beastie is already after me…that's why we're going to stick to land." Meg looked up at Jack. "Er, there's a tribe of people here on this island…" Meg's expression turned suspicious. "…now, hear me out, love! If I can persuade them to think that I'm their…god…in human form--"
"God?" Meg asked, raising her eyebrow. Jack had obviously done some research or knew something about the island.
"Yes…then maybe we can stay longer?" Meg smiled and shook her head.
"Jack…always plotting…" Jack grinned back.
"You know it," Meg looked back down at his hand.
"Is there any other way for you to sidestep it?" she asked. Jack pondered this.
"Perhaps…if I could get someone to take my place…"
Later, when they had successfully beached the Black Pearl, the crew made camp. Jack kept looking towards the jungle. Gibbs approached him. "What's your worry, Jack?" he questioned. Jack turned around, looking back at Gibbs and the bonfire blazing on the shore.
"Nothing," he said, beginning to walk back and sit down by Meg. Gibbs looked at the jungle, too, for a moment and then came back to the fire himself. Jack had told the crew to break out the rum and so they were having a merry little party around the fire, all getting drunk. All, that is, except for Jack and Meg. Jack had told her earlier that she also needed to be on her guard.
A shrill cry came from somewhere behind them and then small whizzing noises as small darts flew through the air. Jack stood up and held up his hands, saying something that Meg could not make out. The attackers went quiet, immediately thinking Jack as their god. Meg and Jack were the only two remaining conscious. Meg grasped onto Jack's coat, not liking the look of the natives. Jack said something else and the natives let out an, "Ah…"
"What're you saying?" Meg whispered.
"Just go with it," Jack murmured back. Another one of the natives let out a cry and the party began leading Jack and Meg through the jungle. Another party began hauling the unconscious crew members away. Meg looked up at Jack, still hanging onto his sleeve, and he winked back at her, putting his hand over hers.
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