If you haven't already, GO READ MY OTHER STORY! THIS IS THE CHAPTER I'VE
BEEN TELLING YOU ABOUT! DON'T BE CONFUSED, PLEASE!
But it is a sweet chapter. Nice and fluffy. For all of you who like Seamus POV, this is the chapter for you! Completely Seamus! No Will (sorry).
Please do not blame Neldluva for any confusion that might occur from your FAILURE TO FOLLOW MY DIRECTIONS AND READ THE OTHER STORY! I know you haven't been reading it because I haven't got reviews for like a week.
So please, enjoy, and tell me what you think. Who thinks I can get as many reviews as Gray Elven-Eyes and reach my 200 goal? (*waves arm wildly) I do! Come on! I need you to do it!
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Damn solid iron. They'd left me manacled. Well, this ruined my plans a bit. No matter. Just might take a little longer to get out of this cell.
But it was cold. I had left Will's shop dressed only in my pants, and the sea breezes flowed freely through my little barred window.
My neck hurt from the night before. I had bruises where Charlie had tried to choke me. Charlie - I'd met the man in some small island port. I didn't even remember the name. I remember Jack was with me at the time. It being Jack, we had wandered around the taverns. He was roaring drunk and I was not a little fazed myself. Jack had passed out by the time the stringy red-haired girl found us. I remembered skinny white arms wrapped around my neck and little breasts pressed against my chest. I believe I showed that girl her first moment of real happiness in her entire life.
Unfortunately her father had seen us disappear together. And while I wasn't the first the girl had been with, I was the first her father had seen her with. It probably hadn't helped the situation that I had helped myself to a few of the trinkets she had had lying around; I am, after all, a pirate. He chased me out of the room and followed me out to the street. I rushed to find Jack, prying him from the arms of a soft-looking, brown haired lad, and we set sail to wander the seas again.
I couldn't have let Will take the blame for what I had done. He was so young and innocent to boot. I helped him out, negotiating for his release with my own capture. The man, Norrington, gave me the shivers. He seemed a heartless sort of man. Damn, it was cold! I huddled around myself and blew on my fingers.
That was the man who loved Elizabeth. Well, he didn't exactly love her. He liked pretty ornaments that he could show off. Elizabeth had been next on the line of these ornaments, until Will had factored in and ruined everything. Then I burst in and ruined everything again. Only I had ruined it the right way.
The cold must be getting to my head. I would have turned skin, but the manacles prevented me from doing so.
I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Their echoing pace awoke me from my little daydream. There was the sound of a riot from outside my window. It was just a bit higher than eye level for me, but the sound told me enough. The soldiers in the Navy offices were all rushing out, busy quelling a peasant mob. And let me tell you, there was always one of those going on in times like these.
Will's head appeared from behind the wall. Of course.
"I should have known," I said to him. "What took you so long, lad?"
"Back off," he said, reaching for a bench outside the cell. Bracing it against the cell door, he levered it until it swung open with a loud crash.
"Done this before, have you?" I asked with a smile. He didn't even wait for me to come out of the cell. He rushed in, taking me in his arms. He was so warm . I just stayed there, absorbing comfort when I needed it most, until the gooseflesh on my arms had gone away. I sighed, kissed him on the cheek.
"We'd best be off, mate," I said. "That mob won't hold 'em for long. Now, let me ask: were you the one who started all of that, lad? Bloody dangerous, 'tis."
"I needed a distraction," he replied, looking at his shoes.
"Come on," I said, leading him up the stairs. At the top lay the guard, unconscious. I raised my eyebrows at Will; I hadn't thought him capable of assaulting a member of the Navy in such a manner. He nodded, looking modest. I stole the officer's coat. Well, he wasn't using it, was he?
Now, the manacles were still a problem. "Hey, Will," I called as we ran from the offices, dodging the mob. "What of me irons, mate?"
So we took a turn, down an alley, across a street, through an inn, and we were back at his shop. He opened the door carefully, but there was no one inside. We had successfully made it away without being caught. I had to hand it to Jack; the boy did have the makings of a pirate.
In no time the locks to my manacles had been picked and I was free. Warm arms encased me again.
"Time enough later, Will," I said. No, I could not surrender at that moment. I was still a fugitive, and they knew where to look to find me. I pushed softly out of his arms and went to his room to find my shirt. There was no conceivable way that I would step out of that shop wearing a dreadful red coat.
So, shirt replaced and knives back at my waist, I walked over to say good- bye to Will. He was sitting in one of two chairs before his forge, patiently waiting for me. He had the most hopeful look on his face.
"If I know Jack," I said as I sat in the other chair, "he's given you the 'can do and can't do speech,' am I right?"
He nodded, quoting Jack: "There are two things in this world: what a man can do and what a man can't do."
"Yes, so you know what I'm talking about." I leaned back, focusing on what to say. "Now, William Turner, what I can't do is leave you ignorant of your options. The first choice is that you'd stay here with your charming Elizabeth. It would be difficult, mate, seeing as you've just sprung me from jail, but I'm sure the lovely lady would make it happen. You'd live a happy life with the woman you love, at home safe from danger apart from the occasional pirate threat.
"Or." I paused. He was not looking happy with that first option, and I was secretly happy. "Or, you could come with me. Jack and Maggie and the crew and I are sailing back."
"Back where?" he asked curiously. His eyes were bright. This was a lad that was starved for adventure, that was true enough.
"Home. France." His face clouded. No, he wasn't upset; he was just turning inward to observe his choices. I didn't blame him. France was nothing like the warm Caribbean where he had grown up. There were the trees, and the mountains, and home . my heart was filled with longing at the thought.
"Now, Will," I continued, "I'm not asking you to decide right now. We're leaving tomorrow morning. If you do decide to come with us, I'd ask you to bid dear Elizabeth farewell with all that gentlemanly grace you possess, and come meet us at the Oyster's Treasure. You know where that is?"
He nodded. It was another inn, far away and far less shady than the inn we had visited the night before. That was where Maggie and Jack were holed up.
"An' if ye don' show, we'll be assumin' ye're stayin' here with the lass. Though," I said as I brought him close, "I hope that's not what ye're decidin'."
"What I can't do, Seamus," he said softly, "is I can't let you go. I don't care what the destination; I'm coming with you. Nothing anybody says or does can stop me."
He was kissing my cheek. He found that weak spot right below my ear that first night we were together. It's a very sensitive area. He had no idea how much it completely undoes me. I had inadvertently taught him the art of seduction too well. I could feel the passion welling up within me. No help for it now. I kissed him back, hoping it would convey all that I was feeling at that moment.
"There's no time for that now, Will," I said. He started to protest, but I put my fingers on his lips. "I'm a wanted man. They'll be looking everywhere for me once they notice I'm gone, and this will be the first place they look. I must be gone. We will look for you before midnight."
"I don't -" he began, then cleared his throat. "Won't you stay and have breakfast with me? When was the last time you ate?"
I looked down, refusing to answer. I should have been gone by that point. I also didn't want to admit to Will that I hadn't been eating so much since we parted.
"Stay here," he ordered, pressing me into the chair. "I'll find something for you to eat."
Before I could think of escaping, he was back with some food. "It's not much," he said, "but it'll keep us alive."
"Thank you," I whispered. I took a piece of bread and nibbled. I watched Will set to with a healthy, still-growing appetite, and it made me happy. I could hardly imagine how much our reunion meant to me.
"You should eat," he said, looking up from his plate. "You're still too skinny. I don't want you to die before you get home."
The wolf glared me in the eyes. (A/N: This is a reference you probably wouldn't understand unless you have read my other story!) He was ordering me to eat. It would keep us alive, and we wanted to live. I complied with the double attack, and I ate more that afternoon than I had eaten at one sitting in a month.
I felt much better after eating, it was true. But I had to go. I kissed Will one last time before rushing out the door and back to the Oyster's Treasure.
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Ha! Did you get it? Did you read my other story like I told you to, so you understand that Seamus is a WEREWOLF? I hope so. Otherwise this will be a very nasty shock for you and you won't read any more. But you have to read, to find out what happens. Because trust me, a lot more happens. Will has to meet the family, you know?
Johnnyd::desti: Thank you for sticking with me. Through all my quirks and stuff. Yeah. I didn't like Norrington in the movie, so I get to make him an idiot all I want. Hee, hee, hee. Of course Seamus had a plan. He's Seamus. Does Will seem like a bit of a dolt to you? I think he was a bit thick in the movie, and I don't think I'm doing anything to really flatter him here. Oh well. He's a sweetie anyways. But Seamus is sweeter.
Scarlett: You're back! Thank you for the review. Yes, very sweet. Seamus is just the sort to give up his life for you. Provided he has a way out of it, of course. What say we go to Norrington's house with pitchforks and torches, eh? (Whoa, am I going Canadian?)
Kasis: Yep, we wouldn't want that beautiful, succulent, slender, smooth neck (*drool) getting hurt now, would we? We likes Seamus to stay alive. Rule #1 in writing, as my friend told me, "Never kill main characters!" Obviously, the Wachowski brothers didn't get the memo. Anyways, we can't kill Seamus. He is precious to us.
Evala: Sweet, ain't it? Sadistic? How do you mean? "A sexual perversion in which gratification is obtained by inflicting physical or mental pain on others," according to the Merriam Webster Dictionary. Well, uh, I don't get much sexual gratification from writing short chapters. Getting reviews is another story. anyways. (*blushes) I'm glad you like my story. Are you really physically or mentally hurt when I write short chapters? Ha ha ha, my plan to take over the world is a success - er, uh, never mind.
So review, damnit! What do I have to do to you? Okay, no more cussing. I don't like to cuss. Just review, please?
But it is a sweet chapter. Nice and fluffy. For all of you who like Seamus POV, this is the chapter for you! Completely Seamus! No Will (sorry).
Please do not blame Neldluva for any confusion that might occur from your FAILURE TO FOLLOW MY DIRECTIONS AND READ THE OTHER STORY! I know you haven't been reading it because I haven't got reviews for like a week.
So please, enjoy, and tell me what you think. Who thinks I can get as many reviews as Gray Elven-Eyes and reach my 200 goal? (*waves arm wildly) I do! Come on! I need you to do it!
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Damn solid iron. They'd left me manacled. Well, this ruined my plans a bit. No matter. Just might take a little longer to get out of this cell.
But it was cold. I had left Will's shop dressed only in my pants, and the sea breezes flowed freely through my little barred window.
My neck hurt from the night before. I had bruises where Charlie had tried to choke me. Charlie - I'd met the man in some small island port. I didn't even remember the name. I remember Jack was with me at the time. It being Jack, we had wandered around the taverns. He was roaring drunk and I was not a little fazed myself. Jack had passed out by the time the stringy red-haired girl found us. I remembered skinny white arms wrapped around my neck and little breasts pressed against my chest. I believe I showed that girl her first moment of real happiness in her entire life.
Unfortunately her father had seen us disappear together. And while I wasn't the first the girl had been with, I was the first her father had seen her with. It probably hadn't helped the situation that I had helped myself to a few of the trinkets she had had lying around; I am, after all, a pirate. He chased me out of the room and followed me out to the street. I rushed to find Jack, prying him from the arms of a soft-looking, brown haired lad, and we set sail to wander the seas again.
I couldn't have let Will take the blame for what I had done. He was so young and innocent to boot. I helped him out, negotiating for his release with my own capture. The man, Norrington, gave me the shivers. He seemed a heartless sort of man. Damn, it was cold! I huddled around myself and blew on my fingers.
That was the man who loved Elizabeth. Well, he didn't exactly love her. He liked pretty ornaments that he could show off. Elizabeth had been next on the line of these ornaments, until Will had factored in and ruined everything. Then I burst in and ruined everything again. Only I had ruined it the right way.
The cold must be getting to my head. I would have turned skin, but the manacles prevented me from doing so.
I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Their echoing pace awoke me from my little daydream. There was the sound of a riot from outside my window. It was just a bit higher than eye level for me, but the sound told me enough. The soldiers in the Navy offices were all rushing out, busy quelling a peasant mob. And let me tell you, there was always one of those going on in times like these.
Will's head appeared from behind the wall. Of course.
"I should have known," I said to him. "What took you so long, lad?"
"Back off," he said, reaching for a bench outside the cell. Bracing it against the cell door, he levered it until it swung open with a loud crash.
"Done this before, have you?" I asked with a smile. He didn't even wait for me to come out of the cell. He rushed in, taking me in his arms. He was so warm . I just stayed there, absorbing comfort when I needed it most, until the gooseflesh on my arms had gone away. I sighed, kissed him on the cheek.
"We'd best be off, mate," I said. "That mob won't hold 'em for long. Now, let me ask: were you the one who started all of that, lad? Bloody dangerous, 'tis."
"I needed a distraction," he replied, looking at his shoes.
"Come on," I said, leading him up the stairs. At the top lay the guard, unconscious. I raised my eyebrows at Will; I hadn't thought him capable of assaulting a member of the Navy in such a manner. He nodded, looking modest. I stole the officer's coat. Well, he wasn't using it, was he?
Now, the manacles were still a problem. "Hey, Will," I called as we ran from the offices, dodging the mob. "What of me irons, mate?"
So we took a turn, down an alley, across a street, through an inn, and we were back at his shop. He opened the door carefully, but there was no one inside. We had successfully made it away without being caught. I had to hand it to Jack; the boy did have the makings of a pirate.
In no time the locks to my manacles had been picked and I was free. Warm arms encased me again.
"Time enough later, Will," I said. No, I could not surrender at that moment. I was still a fugitive, and they knew where to look to find me. I pushed softly out of his arms and went to his room to find my shirt. There was no conceivable way that I would step out of that shop wearing a dreadful red coat.
So, shirt replaced and knives back at my waist, I walked over to say good- bye to Will. He was sitting in one of two chairs before his forge, patiently waiting for me. He had the most hopeful look on his face.
"If I know Jack," I said as I sat in the other chair, "he's given you the 'can do and can't do speech,' am I right?"
He nodded, quoting Jack: "There are two things in this world: what a man can do and what a man can't do."
"Yes, so you know what I'm talking about." I leaned back, focusing on what to say. "Now, William Turner, what I can't do is leave you ignorant of your options. The first choice is that you'd stay here with your charming Elizabeth. It would be difficult, mate, seeing as you've just sprung me from jail, but I'm sure the lovely lady would make it happen. You'd live a happy life with the woman you love, at home safe from danger apart from the occasional pirate threat.
"Or." I paused. He was not looking happy with that first option, and I was secretly happy. "Or, you could come with me. Jack and Maggie and the crew and I are sailing back."
"Back where?" he asked curiously. His eyes were bright. This was a lad that was starved for adventure, that was true enough.
"Home. France." His face clouded. No, he wasn't upset; he was just turning inward to observe his choices. I didn't blame him. France was nothing like the warm Caribbean where he had grown up. There were the trees, and the mountains, and home . my heart was filled with longing at the thought.
"Now, Will," I continued, "I'm not asking you to decide right now. We're leaving tomorrow morning. If you do decide to come with us, I'd ask you to bid dear Elizabeth farewell with all that gentlemanly grace you possess, and come meet us at the Oyster's Treasure. You know where that is?"
He nodded. It was another inn, far away and far less shady than the inn we had visited the night before. That was where Maggie and Jack were holed up.
"An' if ye don' show, we'll be assumin' ye're stayin' here with the lass. Though," I said as I brought him close, "I hope that's not what ye're decidin'."
"What I can't do, Seamus," he said softly, "is I can't let you go. I don't care what the destination; I'm coming with you. Nothing anybody says or does can stop me."
He was kissing my cheek. He found that weak spot right below my ear that first night we were together. It's a very sensitive area. He had no idea how much it completely undoes me. I had inadvertently taught him the art of seduction too well. I could feel the passion welling up within me. No help for it now. I kissed him back, hoping it would convey all that I was feeling at that moment.
"There's no time for that now, Will," I said. He started to protest, but I put my fingers on his lips. "I'm a wanted man. They'll be looking everywhere for me once they notice I'm gone, and this will be the first place they look. I must be gone. We will look for you before midnight."
"I don't -" he began, then cleared his throat. "Won't you stay and have breakfast with me? When was the last time you ate?"
I looked down, refusing to answer. I should have been gone by that point. I also didn't want to admit to Will that I hadn't been eating so much since we parted.
"Stay here," he ordered, pressing me into the chair. "I'll find something for you to eat."
Before I could think of escaping, he was back with some food. "It's not much," he said, "but it'll keep us alive."
"Thank you," I whispered. I took a piece of bread and nibbled. I watched Will set to with a healthy, still-growing appetite, and it made me happy. I could hardly imagine how much our reunion meant to me.
"You should eat," he said, looking up from his plate. "You're still too skinny. I don't want you to die before you get home."
The wolf glared me in the eyes. (A/N: This is a reference you probably wouldn't understand unless you have read my other story!) He was ordering me to eat. It would keep us alive, and we wanted to live. I complied with the double attack, and I ate more that afternoon than I had eaten at one sitting in a month.
I felt much better after eating, it was true. But I had to go. I kissed Will one last time before rushing out the door and back to the Oyster's Treasure.
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Ha! Did you get it? Did you read my other story like I told you to, so you understand that Seamus is a WEREWOLF? I hope so. Otherwise this will be a very nasty shock for you and you won't read any more. But you have to read, to find out what happens. Because trust me, a lot more happens. Will has to meet the family, you know?
Johnnyd::desti: Thank you for sticking with me. Through all my quirks and stuff. Yeah. I didn't like Norrington in the movie, so I get to make him an idiot all I want. Hee, hee, hee. Of course Seamus had a plan. He's Seamus. Does Will seem like a bit of a dolt to you? I think he was a bit thick in the movie, and I don't think I'm doing anything to really flatter him here. Oh well. He's a sweetie anyways. But Seamus is sweeter.
Scarlett: You're back! Thank you for the review. Yes, very sweet. Seamus is just the sort to give up his life for you. Provided he has a way out of it, of course. What say we go to Norrington's house with pitchforks and torches, eh? (Whoa, am I going Canadian?)
Kasis: Yep, we wouldn't want that beautiful, succulent, slender, smooth neck (*drool) getting hurt now, would we? We likes Seamus to stay alive. Rule #1 in writing, as my friend told me, "Never kill main characters!" Obviously, the Wachowski brothers didn't get the memo. Anyways, we can't kill Seamus. He is precious to us.
Evala: Sweet, ain't it? Sadistic? How do you mean? "A sexual perversion in which gratification is obtained by inflicting physical or mental pain on others," according to the Merriam Webster Dictionary. Well, uh, I don't get much sexual gratification from writing short chapters. Getting reviews is another story. anyways. (*blushes) I'm glad you like my story. Are you really physically or mentally hurt when I write short chapters? Ha ha ha, my plan to take over the world is a success - er, uh, never mind.
So review, damnit! What do I have to do to you? Okay, no more cussing. I don't like to cuss. Just review, please?