Authors' note: All CCS characters belong to CLAMP. All characters of Cardcaptor Torika belong to clowprincess223. The characters of Pirates of the Caribbean belong to Disney. This is a fan based project. If I did own the CCS characters then I wouldn't be here.
Cardcaptor Torika: the Movie
Chapter 12: Stranded... Again
Unknown Islet - Beach
A wave pounds the sand, washes back ... Jack, Maddy, Tai, and Elizabeth have made it to the beach. They stand. Jack looks back out to sea: The Black Pearl, under full sail, but listing badly to one side, moves away.
Jack: That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship.
Elizabeth gives him a dark look, turns and strides off. Maddy and Tai sit on the beach wondering about what will happen to their friends.
15 to 20 minutes later...
Elizabeth's feet walking, leaving prints ... and meet up her own footprints going away.
Jack: It's really not all that big, is it?
Jack reclines on the beach. The pistol in parts, drying on his bandana. He starts to reassemble it.
Elizabeth: If You intend to shoot me, please do so without delay.
Jack: Is there a problem between us, Miss Swann?
Elizabeth: You were going to tell Barbossa about Will! In exchange for a ship!
Jack: We could use a ship. Fact is, I was going to not tell Barbossa about bloody Will in exchange for a ship, because as long as he didn't know about bloody Will, I had something to bargain with .. which now no one has, thanks to bloody stupid Will.
Elizabeth: Oh.
Jack: (sarcasm) Oh.
Pistol reassembled, Jack heads inland. Elizabeth follows.
Elizabeth: He still risked his life to save ours.
Jack: Ha!
Elizabeth: So we have to do something to rescue him!
Jack: Off you go, then. Let me know how that turns out.
Elizabeth: But you were marooned on this island before, were you. We could escape the same way you did then.
Jack: To what point and purpose, young missy? The Black Pearl is gone. And unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice .. (a glance) .. Not likely. Young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him.
He turns and continues on his way. She stares after him, anger building. He starts scuffing at the sand with his feet, searching for something. Elizabeth finally explodes:
Elizabeth: (so loud that Maddy and Tai can hear her) Blast it! (growing more accusatory) You're Captain Jack Sparrow! You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company! You sacked Nassau port without firing a shot! Are you the pirate I've read about or not? (grabs his shoulder, spins him back to face her) How did you escape last time?
Jack: Last time, I was here a grand total of three days. All right? Last time, the rumrunners who used this island as a cache came by, and I was able to barter passage off.
He jumps into the pit and disappears into the tunnel. It's filled with barrels and bottles of rum, all long abandoned.
Jack: But from the looks here, they've long been out of business.
He grabs as many bottles as he can carry and emerges.
Jack: We probably have your bloody friend Norrington to credit for that.
He pulls the cork out of a bottle with his teeth, swigs, climbs out of the pit and heads past Elizabeth for the beach.
Elizabeth: So that's it, then? That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on the beach drinking rum?
Jack: (turns to her, arms wide) Welcome to the Caribbean, love.
He heads on. She gets in front of him, walking backwards.
Elizabeth: So. Is there any truth at all to the other stories?
Jack: Truth...
He shows her his tatoo. He then shows a second degree burn under his left arm, his veins popping still swelled as ever, startling Elizabeth from the sight. He then pulls a the left collar of his shirt down to reveal three bullet wounds in the upper-right part of his chest.
Jack: No truth at all. Truth is like brandy ... Something to be shared with friends, and then only on special occasions.
Elizabeth: You are far less intoxicating than you believe.
Jack: Oh, come, now. Look at our contretemps this way: we've got shade trees, thank the lord. We've got some food on the trees, thank the Lord again. And we've got rum, praise the Lord. We can stay alive a month, maybe more. Keep a weather eye open for passing ships, and our chances are fair.
Elizabeth: But what about Will? We have to do something!
Jack: You're absolutely right. (tosses her a bottle, toasts) Here's luck to you, Will Turner.
He drinks. Elizabeth frowns at the bottle. An idea occurs. She sits down, glances at Jack, then sings softly:
Elizabeth: "Drink up me hearties, yo ho ..."
Jack: What was that, Elizabeth?
Elizabeth: Miss Swan. It's nothing. A song I made up. When I was a child, I thought it would be exciting to meet a pirate.
Jack: I know a lot of songs about pirates, but none I'd teach a child. Let's hear it.
Elizabeth: I've outgrown such romantic fictions.
Jack: Come on. We've got the time. Let's have it.
Elizabeth: No. I would need a lot more to drink.
Jack: More to drink, you say. How much more?
He looks at her and takes a swig.
Meanwhile, Maddy and Tai look out toward the ocean, wondering if any ships are going to find them.
Maddy: Tai, are you wondering what's to become of us?
Tai: Yes. I'm also wondering of what is to become of everyone else.
Maddy: I know what you mean. Do you think that Torika's mom is out there, looking for us?
Tai: Kero may have flew off and found her, telling her about where we are and what's to become of Torika and the others.
They keep looking outward toward the sea as the sun sets.
Later that night...
A fire blazes. Jack and Elizabeth are roaring drunk, arm in arm, singing the song all the way up to the stars, but it didn't bother Maddy and Tai sleeping.
Jack/Elizabeth: We're rascals and scoundrels and villains and naves. Drink up me hearties yo ho, we're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs. Drink up me hearties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!
Jack: I LOVE this song. Really bad eggs.
They hoist their bottles, and sit on the beach.
Jack: When I get the Pearl back, I'm going to teach it to the whole crew, and we'll sing it all the time!
Elizabeth: You'll be positively the most fearsome pirates on the Spanish Main.
Jack: Not just the Spanish Main. The whole ocean ... the whole world. Wherever we want to go, we go. That's what a ship is, you know. Not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails. That's what a ship needs ... but what a ship is ... what the Black Pearl really is ... is freedom.
Elizabeth lays her head on his shoulder.
Elizabeth: Jack, it must be terrible for you to be trapped on this island.
Jack: Ah, well ... the company is better than last time. And the scenery has definitely improved.
Elizabeth: Mr. Sparrow. I'm not sure I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk.
Jack: I know exactly what you mean, love.
Elizabeth shrugs with a sleight, but promising, smile. She picks up the bottle from the ground, holds it up.
Elizabeth: To freedom!
Jack: To the Black Pearl.
They tap bottles. Elizabeth feigns a drink as he chugs.
The next morning...
Jack, lying in the sunlight, dead asleep, sniffs smoke from a fire of some type. His eyes open. Jack groans and sits up. He rubs his head, looks over to see all of the foliage in the middle of the inland is on fire: smoke rises high up into the clear blue sky. Jack leaps to his feet. He sees Elizabeth pour out the last of the rum. Dowsing a scrub brush near a palm tree. It goes up in flames rolls the barrel in. It burns merrily. Jack can't believe his eyes.
Jack: No! Not good! Stop! Not Good!
The commotion woke both Maddy and Tai up.
Jack: What are you doing? You've burned our food, the shade ... the rum!
Elizabeth: Yes. The rum is gone.
She wipes her hands. A rum barrel in the fire explodes.
Jack: Why is rum gone?!
Elizabeth: One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into scoundrels. Two... (points toward the sky) That signal does up a thousand feet, which means it can be seen for two hundred leagues in every direction. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me, do you think there is even a chance they could miss it?
Tai: She has a point.
Jack: But why is the rum gone?
Elizabeth: Just wait, Captain Sparrow. Give an hour, maybe two, keep a 'weather eye open' and there'll be white sails on that horizon!
She sits down and stares out to sea. Jack throws up his hands, stalks up the sand dune, just to get away from her.
At the crest of the dune, Jack stops, stares, incredulous. In front of him, white sails glorious against turquoise waters, is the Dauntless. A longboat is headed toward them.
Jack: There'll be no living with her after this.
To be continued...