The Great Disney Adventure II: The Book of Songs

A Disney story by talking2myself

DISCLAIMER: see chapter 1.

Chapter. 10 The Worst Accord...EVER!

"Okay," Will said. He found that talking to himself made things less nerve wracking. Right now he was contemplating all possible manners of escape. "Tinkerbell could fly between the bars and get the keys. Then, we could run outside and..."

"Get shot," Kelsey said.

"True," Will agreed, "You could somehow fly up to that window and file away the bars and fly away..."

"And get shot," Kelsey said.

"Okay," Will said again. "We could send Tinkerbell to go find help. Then, they could come and rescue us and we could bust out and..."

"Get shot!" Kelsey cried, "Will, could you please think of a plan that doesn't end with us getting shot?!"

"Oh?" Will snapped, "What's your brilliant strategy?"

"Okay," Kelsey said, "Using mainly spoons, we'll tunnel out under the city and escape into the wild!"

Will raised an eyebrow, "Spoons?"

"We wouldn't get shot," Kelsey muttered bitterly.

"I like her plan," Emma piped.

"That's it!" Kelsey cried, "I'm out of ideas! I got nothing. Hot air balloon? Too expensive. Giant slingshot? Too conspicuous. Enormous wooden horse... too Greek!"

"Here's a thought," Elizabeth said, "We wait for Beckett to make the first move. Maybe he'll offer us a plea bargain."

"Great," Kelsey said with a false smile, "Why don't you and the dear lord discuss our freedom over tea and biscuits, WHILE I THINK UP A PLAN!"

At that moment Mercer appeared in the jail. "Lord Beckett would like a word with you."

"I have several words for him," Kelsey said, "But because this is a Disney movie I won't say them outloud."

"You and Master Turner," Mercer said, "The rest stay."

"Oh yeah!" Kelsey snapped. She boldly got to her feet, "Give me three good reasons why I should want to talk to him..."

Suddenly, two soldiers appeared out of nowhere and pointed two rifles at her head. Kelsey laughed nervously, "Now, those are two excellent reasons."

"Would care for a third?" Mercer asked, "Lady Marmalade?"

"No, I'm good," Kelsey said. Will and Kelsey were led out of the cells and into Beckett's office.

-888-

Rob and Alice led the way through a maze of green hedges. Rob was getting very sick of the color green the further they went. All you could see was the twisting leafy hedges that went on in dizzying patterns as far as the eye could see. "I think we are being lost," Jumba said. Stitch dove in and out of the leafy walls trying to get away. He never made it far. Jumba would point his laser gun at him and then Stitch would snarl but return to the path.

"Maybe we should stop and ask directions," Pleakley said.

"Who am I gonna ask?" Rob snapped, "That rosebush? We're just gonna have to keep going."

"I think I hear something!" Alice cried suddenly.

Rob strained his ears. Sure enough he could hear voices in the distance.

"It's your shot, Jackie. And don't take all day about it!" A few seconds of silence passed. "WHAT SORT OF SHOT WAS THAT?! "

"They're up ahead!" Rob cried, "Come on this way!" Rob sprang ahead into a wide courtyard.

"I'll show you a real shot!"

"Rob wait!" Alice cried, "They could be playing..."

WHAM! A yellow hedgehog went flying through the air and struck Rob in the forehead.

"Croquet," Alice finished weakly.

Hedgehogs were whizzing around Rob's head. His eyes rolled back and he collapsed backwards onto the grass. "Rob!" Alice cried. Suddenly, the Queen burst through.

"HIDE!" Pleakley cried. Jumba grabbed Alice and they dove into the hedges.

"Wait!" Alice cried, "Rob!"

"No time!" Jumba yelled. He grabbed Stitch and they disappeared into the maze leaving Rob sprawled on the grass.

-888-

Beckett looked up from his desk at the two figures standing in his room. He chuckled to himself. It was hard to tell which one looked more angry. Will was standing there still in his wedding suit. Obviously, he was quite upset that his wedding had been interrupted. Standing next to him was his legendary companion, Lady Daggertongue herself. Or was it Lady Marmalade now? Kelsey stood there in her beautiful dress still covered in straw from the jail cell. She was glaring at him bitterly, but she still managed to look quite lovely in a crooked sort of way. That is, she was if she didn't have that scowl across his face.

"Ah Mr. Turner," Beckett said. He nodded to Kelsey, "Lady Marmalade."

"Beckett," Kelsey spat out the word almost like it tasted like poison.

"Please, there's no need for those," Beckett said to Mercer. Mercer removed the shackles from their hands. He gave Kelsey a cruel dazzling smile, "I'd like you to be comfortable."

"You want me to be comfortable?" Kelsey snapped, "Then, let me out of the jail cell."

"I'm sorry, my dear lady," he said, "But the law requires I keep prisoners in chains. Even lovely ladies like yourself."

"Oh my stars, sir!" Kelsey said in a sarcastic voice, "Your fancy talking to little ole me. Someone fetch my smelling salts!"

"There's no need to be testy," Beckett said, "Especially to the man who's going to help you. Please, have a seat." He motioned to a chair. Kelsey scowled and sat. Only because it gave her a better angle to glare at him. Beckett turned to Will, " The East India Trading Company has need of your services. We wish for you to act as our agent in a business transaction with our mutual friend Captain Jack Sparrow."

"I knew Jack had something to do with this," Kelsey grumbled.

"More acquaintance than friend," Will said coldly, "How do you know of him?"

"We've had our dealings in the past," Beckett said poking idly at the fire, "And we've each left our marks on each other."

"What mark did he leave on you?"

Beckett looked away and suddenly changed the subject, "By your efforts, Jack sparrow was set free." Kelsey snickered under her breath at this point. Beckett glared at her before continuing, "I would like you to go to him and recover a certain property in his possession."

" Recover?" Will asked skeptically, "At the point of a sword?"

"Bargain!" Beckett said, "You will offer what amounts to a full pardon. Jack will be free. A privateer in the employ of Englad."

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold the phone!" Kelsey cried jumping up suddenly (and neglecting to remember that phones had not been invented yet), "So Jack is off the hook? No, it's even better than that! Jack's off the hook AND he's on the Queen's payroll while WE'RE led off to the gallows?! THAT HAS TO BE THE WORST PLEA BARGAIN I'VE EVER HEARD!"

"Calm yourself," Beckett ordered.

"Look, Becky!" Kelsey scowled, "Put me back in my cell until I can speak with an attorney!"

"Your plan won't work," Will interrupted, "Somehow I doubt that Jack will consider employment the same as being free."

"Freedom," Beckett scoffed. The three of them strolled out outside and gazed at the shipyard, "Jack Sparrow is a dying breed. The world is shrinking. The blank pages of the map are being filled in. Jack must find his place in the new world or perish."

Kelsey shook her head, "That's where you're wrong, Becky. This is The Kingdom. As long as kids have imagination this world is going to be getting bigger not smaller." Kelsey stared wistfully out at the sea, "I could study this place for years and I'd still find new things."

"How poetic," Beckett scoffed.

"Doesn't matter," Kelsey snapped, "If you think that Jack's gonna give up the Pearl then you're crazier than I thought!"

"Oh no," Beckett said, "What would I want with a creaky old ship? I have an entire fleet! The object I'm thinking of is much smaller. Jack's compass." Recognition shown on their faces. "Ah!" Beckett said, "So you've heard about it?" He leaned it closer, "Bring me that compass! Or both you... and your lady friends will hang."

Kelsey cringed, "Since you put it that way. Okay, let Emma out and we'll be on our way."

Beckett leaned back in his chair, "No, I don't think I shall."

Kelsey whirled around, "What?!"

"I need some insurance that you won't run away with Jack," Beckett said, "You seem very attached to your cousin."

"You sneaky son of a...!" Kelsey yelled.

"No harm will come to her," Beckett said, "So long as you hold up your end of the bargain."

Kelsey slammed her hands on Beckett's death. She looked Beckett directly in the eye. "You will pay for this Becky. No one messes with my cousin and gets away with it!"

Beckett glared at her, "I thought you were a lady of action. Empty threats don't become you." He motioned to Mercer, "Mr. Mercer kindly remove them."

"Yes, Lord Becky... er I mean Beckett," Mercer said. Beckett looked up at Mercer in surprise. "I'm.. truly sorry, my lord." Kelsey smirked at Beckett.

"OUT!" Beckett yelled breaking his cool for the first time. Mercer grabbed Will's arm and hers and forced them out the door.

Kelsey let out a sigh, "It seems we have an accord."

Will nodded sadly, "The worst accord ever."

-888-

"Find it!" The Queen roared as she stomped through the hedges. The cards flew around her desperately. "If you don't find my ball soon!" The Queen bellowed, "I'll be taking up a new card game. Smear. I'll smear you across the palace lawns!"

"My lady I found it!" The Three of Clubs yelled, "But look!"

The King shuffled to his wife's side. They hurried forwards to view the cards's discovery. "Why my dear!" The King cried, "It's a boy!"

"I know it's a boy!" The Queen yelled in his face, "What's he doing on the croquet court?"

Rob groaned and sat up. "WELL?!" The Queen bellowed, "WHO ARE YOU?!"

"Not so loud!" Rob moaned, "My head!"

"Answer the question!" The Queen snapped, "WHO ARE YOU?!"

"I'm..." Rob trailed off, "I don't know. Who am I?"

"My dear!" The King cried, "I think I recognize him."

"Don't know who you are huh?" The Queen said thoughtfully.

"My dear!" The King persisted, "This is the boy! The boy that The Thirteen wants you to take care of!"

"Oh right," The Queen said, "I'll take care of him." She suddenly swept Rob up into an embrace, "Welcome to the family, my dear boy!"

The King stood there with his mouth gaping open, "M-m-my dear. I don't think that's what The Thirteen had in mind when they said, Take care of him."

"Don't you see?!" The Queen cried. She dropped Rob and pulled the King off to one side. "He doesn't know who he is. He could be a prince for all we know. That means that Jackie could finally be married!"

"Married?! Jackie?! HIM?!" The King cried.

"If we have to sit around and wait for Jackie to pick one, she'll never get married!" The Queen lamented, "And who's to know? We'll tell The Thirteen that we got rid of him. It's their word against mine. And who would dare argue with me?!"

The King heaved a sigh, "Only a great fool my dear."

"Good!" The Queen said, "Then, we're agreed." She hurried back to Rob. "Come along, then young prince. You must meet your future betrothed."

"Betrothed?!" Rob asked, "Then, you know who I am?"

"Of course," The Queen said, "You're the... uh... the.. Prince of Spades. Now come along, you must meet Princess Jackie."

Alice peered out from the hedges in shock. "No! They took Rob!"

"It sounds like he's going to be married to Heart princess," Jumba said.

"Ooh! I love weddings!" Pleakley cried, "Do you suppose we'll be invited."

"There's not going to be a wedding!" Alice cried angrily. She watched the Queen and King lead Rob away. She scowled at them angrily. "Not if I can help it."