Hello. I am not yet dead! I can dance and I can sing! I am not yet dead! I can now update this thing! I am not yet dead! That rhyme inspires dread! It's just the same with this one, 'cause I'm not yet dead! Hee hee. I don't own Spamalot.
Anyhow, I'm updating. Yay. I've added lines separating changes in PoV for your convenience.
Schmergo- No special hat, but… well, you'll see later.
Admiral Norrington- Yep, AU. It's exactly the same as our world except for the lycanthropy thing, though.
Echosinice- Like the lines? And no, they aren't based on real people.
Sayla Ragnarok- Actually, the moon being noticeable was to get you all thinking about Ted. And yes, Ted can sleep through the full moon; it's just difficult. Store this away in your brains, folks.
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Ivy watched, still huddled in her corner, as Jack tried to pick the lock with a bone. She waited patiently for the footsteps at the top of the stairs that would mark Will's arrival. They didn't come. The pirate kept jabbing at the mechanism. Still, nothing. Then, he dropped the bone on the ground outside the cell. Letting out a low string of curses, Jack reached through the bars, stretching his hand out to grab it again, but failed. Ivy swung her head around to stare at the dropped tool. That wasn't in the movie. She didn't know how long Jack spent on his lockpick method before Will arrived, but she knew for a fact that he was still at it when the blacksmith got there. Something was wrong. After a couple more futile attempts at getting the bone back, Jack sat down, crosslegged, on the floor and glared at the lock, as though willing it to click open.
And then, finally, there were footsteps.
Hurriedly, the pirate dropped to the floor, pretending to be doing just about anything but trying to escape. Ivy stayed where she was, seated in the corner. Why the delay? She hoped she hadn't messed anything up somehow.
"Wait here," barked Will, before running down the steps. Ivy's grey eyes opened wider. What? "You! Sparrow!" Will shouted.
"Aye," Jack answered lazily. Ivy wasn't sure whether to stay put, in hopes of not changing anything else, or moving closer so she could find out what was going on. Curiosity won. The girl stepped forward out of the shadows.
"You are familiar with that ship, the Black Pearl?"
"I've heard of it." Understatement of the century, thought Ivy. Just because she was in danger of causing drastic plot changes just by being there, leading to her eventual death, didn't make providing a silent commentary any less fun.
"Where does it make berth?" Will continued. Someone on the stairs tapped a foot impatiently, bored with the interrogation, waiting for something. Ivy's blood turned to ice. There was definitely somebody there.
"Where does it make berth? Have you not heard the stories?" answered Jack. There was only silence from Will, who clearly, hadn't heard the stories, and Ivy, whose mind was elsewhere. "Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sail from the dreaded Isla de Muerta."
"It's an island that can only be found by those who already know where it is," Ivy added, helpfully. Then, she turned an interesting cotton candy pink. She'd mangled the line, if only slightly.
Ted wasn't paying too much attention. He did, after all, know this conversation by heart. Undead Miscreants would be an excellent name for a band, he mused.
"It's an island that can only be found by those who already know where it is." A familiar voice cut through his thoughts like a papercut. He nearly ran down the stairs to get Ivy out right then, but stopped himself. He didn't want to alter the scene.
"The ship's real enough," argued Turner, from below, "therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?"
"Why ask me?" Jack sounded like he had other places to be. Ted sighed. This conversation couldn't possibly be over soon enough.
"Because you're a pirate," argued Will.
"And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?" Ivy inquired. She'd now formed a rationale for snatching Jack's lines. If she said things Jack found clever or psychic, he would be more likely to keep her around, therefore letting her go on the adventure. Saying things that would be said anyway was an easy way to accomplish this. At least, that's what Ivy told herself. Even if she was only doing it because it was fun, she hated not feeling useful.
"Never!" snapped Will, glaring at her. "They took Miss Swann," he admit, a moment later.
"Oh, so it is that you've found a girl, I see. Well, if you're intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue, and so win fair lady's heart, you'll have to do it alone, mate."
"I see no profit in it for me," agreed Ivy, though the last thing she wanted was to be stuck in this cell for another moment. She congratulated herself on being a good liar.
"I can get you out of here,' stated Will.
"How's that? The key's run off." Ivy saw actual interest glimmer in Jack's eyes, though he tried to hide it.
"I helped build these cells. These are half pin-barrel hinges." The blacksmith picked up a bench, positioning it under the bottom of the door. "With the right leverage and the proper application of strength, the door will lift free."
"What's your name?" Ivy cut in, throwing Jack a significant look. He looked over for the answer, reminded of his companion's "psychic" suggestion.
"Will Turner," responded Will Turner. Jack wasn't even pretending to be bored now.
"That will be short for William, I imagine. Good, strong name. No doubt named for your father, eh?"
"Yes," Will answered, hesitantly. His gaze flicked back and forth between the two pirates, wondering where they were going with this.
"Mmmhmm. Well, Mr. Turner, I've changed me mind. If you spring us from this cell, I swear on pain of death Ivy and I will take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass. Do we have an accord?" Jack asked. Ivy smiled, thrilled to be included. The bit about "on pain of death" didn't bother her at all.
Will shook Jack's hand through the bars. "Agreed," he said, then beckoned for his unseen friend. The grey-eyed girl's jaw literally dropped as Ted Lupin nearly skipped down the stairs.
"Ted!" she nearly screamed. They both ran to the bars and grabbed each other's hands. Neither of them had quite realized how worried they were about the other. After a moment, Ivy noticed Jack watching them with a faintly amused look, and Will examining the pair, trying to figure out what was going on. At the same time, Ted realized how much they resembled Will and Elizabeth in Dead Man's Chest. They both let go at the same instant.
"Now, if you lovebirds are finished, what do you say to getting us out of here?" asked Jack, smirking.
Ivy's face promptly turned hot pink, the darkest it ever got. "I- we aren't lovebirds!" she complained. Ted was staring at her as though she'd just announced her intention to run for president. This outburst- any outburst, in fact- was decidedly out of character for Ivy. The werewolf shook his head in a sort of disbelieving way, and set to helping Will get the cell open.
"Hurry," the blacksmith urged, as Jack and Ivy scrambled out, "someone will have heard that."
"Not without my effects," said Jack, plucking said effects off the convenient hooks in the wall. Ted was still staring at his friend, a bewildered expression set on his face, his head cocked to one side. This had not escaped Ivy's notice. She trotted over to him and waved one hand in front of his face.
"Earth to Ted," she half-sang, her smile a thousand times too bright for the regular Ivy. Ted felt something this strange didn't deserve a reply. He merely turned and meekly followed Will and Jack up out of the jail, an unnaturally perky Ivy at his tail.
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