Entry 25
"I must admit, Jack, I thought that I had ye figured. But it turns out you're a hard man to predict."
Well wasn't that an understatement. Peter sure thought so as rolled his eyes at Barbossa, directing a fleeting glance at the dreadlocked miscreant rummaging the plunder for his share, until looked down into the shallow water at his feet. Peter's eyes picking up a glimmer of a diamond under his boot, him taking the circular jewel in his hand. (His bonds had been cut after the numerous attempts of seizing a weapon from his guard's belt, only him to have them bound again this time in front of him.)
Peter had never seen such a gem. It was big and beautiful, even in the dark cave absorbing all the minor light to itself, before releasing it in all the colors of a rainbow. Sparlking with every slight tilt of Peter's hand, him watching in curt fascination how the mirrored light created those bright and colorful projections onto his skin. It was an item of pure marvel, appearing so polished and flawless that it possibly couldn't have been molded into such perfection without human interference. This stone must've been planted to a piece of jewelry and later detached. And upon realizing this, a certain face surfaced from within Peter's mind, causing him to smile. Him now thinking about the only woman who'd ever be worthy to wear this stone.
Jack was examining a golden South-American statue, Colombian possibly? So Peter estimated according to his great interest in history, his gaze however moving from the figurine to wander aboot the cave when all attention was now centered to the pirate. Peter's eyes turning to follow how a buccaneer standing nearest to Jack was playing ducks and drakes upon the surface of a puddle. Rather wound down from the change of atmosphere, as he and a couple of his companions along with their Captain had remained at the cave to wait from the others gone to attack The Dauntless. This man not taking needed notice of Jack as so laid back he'd become, being now completely oblivious of the pirate who turned to look at Barbossa. Peter leaning on his knees as took a better seating upon the small trunk he'd sat on, as tired of waiting as the rest. Him then watching how Jack tossed away the statue efter a moment of examination, as if realizing it to be a worthless forgery.
"Me?" he questioned. "I'm dishonest."
"Tell us something all of us present don't already know."
Alright, he couldn't have hold it in, his mockery. All eyes had moved to spoken Peter the moment he'd opened his mouth, the lad now giving the pirate of his regrettable acquaintance earnest stare, his smile but a slight jeering tug from the corners of his mouth. Where Jack returned his antagonizing contempt with a barely detectable squint before his attention was all on Barbossa again, him walking closer to him with expression of slight concur on his face however causing Jack to tilt his head a bit, thinking.
"As I was saying, my indisputable point would be that a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest."
Long sigh left Peter's lips, him rubbing his eyes. "Like a broken record."
Peter earned another annoyed glance from a certain pirate before he continued. Trying to ignore Peter's mordant comments he'd spouted for the last ten minutes to irritate him, unfortunate for Jack the lad however succeeding in his attempt. But as said Jack simply bypassed his ire, ignoring Peter, where his gaze now saw a glimpse of a sword's hilt appear under the sash wrapped around Jack's torso. Idea coming to him, Peter contemplating a moment as Jack kept on talking.
"Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for…" Jack stated remarkably, exchanging a look with Barbossa. "…because you can never predict…"
Peter interrupted Jack by suddenly springing up from his seat, with a furious holler attacking the pirate standing by Jack's side, whose idle leisure had completely lowered his guard. Making it possible for Peter to tackle him with a direct hit to the man's chest (Peter instantly regretting it as terrible ache erupted from the infected gunshot wound on his shoulder), the impact sending the buccaneer headlong onto his face into the puddle. But not before Jack had taken the sword from his belt, him now positioning it under Peter's jaw in a blink of an eye. In the end not upperhanding the lad as Jack's own sword had as well vanished form his hip, him feeling the tip of it point directly at his heart quicker than he'd anticipated. Peter narrowing his eyes as dug the blade a little deeper, with those same dangerous granit eyes telling his adversary that even if in a standoff, as quickly as Jack could slice his throat open so would he stop his heart by stabbing the sword but half an inch lower. But instead of the expected deflect of Peter's blade and counter attack, Jack instead simply lifted his eyebrows and inclined his head after a slight tense stare with the young man.
"…when they're going to do something incredibly…" Jack continued, Peter's serious expression softening by slight wonder as received a quick remarkable lookover from the pirate, until his gaze shortly returned to Barbossa. Jack releasing a sigh as he curtly looked down, tilting his head again, in resigned concur. "…stupid."
Barbossa gasped into motion by sitting straight as Jack suddenly removed the sword from Peter's neck, his own blade also falling for utmost confusion as Peter watched the ropes surroundings his wrists to snap broken. Cut in that manner of a second Jack had needed to release him, all signs of anger vanishing from Peter and making way to a taken aback frown, as his gaze flew back to Jack in dismay. For a moment him not understanding what was happening, until was returned back to the reality by the very same man who acted in a flash. Reclaiming his own sword back from Peter with a significant look in his eyes.
"It seems we're both quite stupid, eh mate?"
Peter blinked as Jack next jumped past him, throwing the stolen blade to the stupefied lad. Peter first directing a curt look after Jack, at his free hands and lastly at the sword he'd gotten from the pirate, thinking his words.
Barbossa's bemused face was filled with plain anger, as in that same second his reason filled him in about he abrupt turn of events. Him drawing his cutlass to attack, as Peter's instincts of a soldier kicked in after that short moment of bafflement. Him directing a punch onto the pirate's jaw who'd risen back to his feet from the puddle, now falling straight back as Peter followed. Standing on top of the man for awhile and keeping him underwater, until was twirled around due to the sound of a battle cry coming behind his back. Peter switching the weapon to his right hand before faced his new opponent, striding forth. To receive his former guard advancing to his direction as a intention to assault, where Jack engaged with Barbossa. Suden battle breaking out in the cave, Peter dodging his attacker by stepping to the side, then when the pirate stumbled forth surprised leaping after him. Impaling the man mercilessly with a accurate stab to the man's heart, killing him.
Peter clashed with the next pirate he remembered very well. Engaging into a intense duel with this man he recalled to have reveled at Port Royal, splayed mayhem by blowing up shops and innocent civilians. Almost taking Will's life in the process by throwing a dud bomb at him while they'd come upon this man after leaving the smithy. But just as Peter directed a quick slash at the man, him deflecting it and delivering several counterattacks, Peter recalled. This man had also lost his life in the hands of Will. But yet, had stood in front of them several minutes later. Alive, not harmed by the undeniably lethal hit of a axe Will had flung across the air onto the man's back. So curious about this Peter now tried something, making a spin as deflected the man's newest assault, throwing the blade back to his left hand before plunged it straight through the pirate, him releasing a scream as was expected.
But as Peter as quickly drew back his weapon and took a stance, waiting, he then frowned for shock as this pirate didn't sink on his knees holding his wound which should've been deadly. But instead simply turned around and attacked, Peter cringing as noticed there not to be any sign of blood on the buccaneer's clothes, the explanation however offered to him as he crossed blades with the pirate. Peter locking their weapons in place above them as his adversary came to a abrupt halt, Peter's eyes widening as he instantly witnessed how he suddenly turned but a rotting corpse in that beam of moonlight which shone upon him. Peter realizing to be facing but a skeleton instead of a man, the mention of the curse in Miranda's letter and Jack's First Mate's story rushing into his mind in the following moment. Making him reach a conclusion. A unbelievable at that, but one which explained everything. So it was true then, the curse. And that gave him a new idea.
"You sure are one ugly bastard", he yipped, eyeing at the rotten traces of human flesh upon the bony figure (which caused him to reek of death, literally), the antagonized pirate letting out enraged shout. Pushing Peter back, his following attacks made in bling rage turning all the time more blunt as so consumed by his hatred he was. But that was exactly why Peter proved to be triumphant in this battle, as so blinded by his anger toward Peter the pirate couldn't brace himself against his swift reflexes and wit. Peter now noticing his chance to have arrived and lured the pirate back into the moonlight, avoiding a broad swing directed at his chest before dropping down. Peter' sword instantly finding the needed opening and cutting into the pirate's knee-caps. The skeleton releasing a confused moan as he suddenly fell flat onto the ground himself, giving his stubbed shins a baffled stare. Peter standing and twirling his weapon rather satisfied looking while kicked the other leg into the nearest puddle, meeting with the furious stare of the pirate as a cloud covered the moon for a minute. Peter now grinning down cheekily to his adversary's human form, giving the stumps a contended gaze and tapped them with the tip of his weapon to ire the immobile man.
"I say, not bad for a blunt blade, ay chap? But what is it man, did imperial pawn cut your…tongue? "
The pirate started to swing his weapon about in wide arches in order to cut Peter, rather uselessly however as he simply jumped out of harm's way. Laughing, following the man's (correction, by now skeleton's) pathetic attempts wound the smart-ass youngster while sitting legless on the ground, where Peter only teased him. Looking upon his work in content, smirking. So far until a new cry of anger cut the air, Peter turning to see how his former personal guard emerged from the moonlight his axe risen, in his mind to pierce the lad's skull, Peter stepping back to receive him. Surprising the pirate by dropping down for the second time while grasping the man's collar, Peter's falling body causing the pirate to loose his balance. And while dragging the man down with him Peter swung him around with brute force to land on his back, where Peter slammed on top of him. All air escaping the miscreant's lungs as Peter's knee dug into his stomach, Peter grasping the man's hair just as his mouth opened for a wail of agony. Peter taking advantage of this to cut out the man's tongue, a new moan erupting from the pirate's mouth as he couldn't prevent Peter while secured under him. Peter's knees and free arm keeping him at bay, Peter now making a disgusted grimace as looked at the cut piece of tongue which had flung onto the ground. In the end only making a significant tilt of his head.
"It seems I hit the nail right on the head."
The pirate was released from Peter's hold, but had no time to do more than cry out in blind rage himself, as in the following second the moonlight turned him back into a skeleton. Peter gabbing the other detached shin of his comrade and shoving it into the skeleton's mouth, shutting him up before rose. Kicking the man and sending him to roll down the hill, the man's bones clattering furiously against the rocky ground until the moonlight was again covered by the cave's ceiling, the rattling noises coming to an end by a splash of water just as Peter was attacked from behind. Him not beign quick enough to notice the pirate while happening to gaze down at the surface of the puddle next to him, the reflection of a cutlass lifted for a strike alerting him only enough to avoid a deadly impale to his middle he couldn't prevent the sword from digging into his shoulder, scraping his collarbone, loud holler of pain this time escaping Peter's mouth as in addition to this fresh sensation of pain he felt his gunshot wound to burst into flames. Peter letting out a brisk curse between his teeth as glanced around, not finding any other salvation for himself but his own hands.
Peter flipped his sword around and thrust it into the pirate's rib cage, next grabbing the pirate's arms. Peter dragging the howling man to the nearest beam of moonlight, and by now taken accustomed to the benefits of this rather handy curse flung the man under it with all strength he had. Instantly when the rotting bones repleaced the scarred flesh Peter then wrenching the blade violently, the forceful torsion causing the pirate's ribs to snap broken. Peter grasping one of them, detaching it completely with another powerful tug, now finally freeing himself from the buccaneer's blade. Him letting out a huff of pain as felt the steel slide out of him, but not letting his agony to hinder him he faced the crewman. Avoiding a new swing of his sword, before rammed the bone into the buccaneer's eye, taking him by surprise. Distracting him so that Peter could grasp his sword hand, twisting it all the way around, exchanging a fuming glare with the pirate who was holding his eye with his free hand. But just as it then reached to grab Peter, he jumped forward, yanking the pirate's bony limb backwards. Loud, significant crack resonating from within the arm which had turned into flesh again when Peter had pulled the man to the shadow with him, Peter now releasing the pirate. Smile once again rising to his lips as he watched the pirate to direct a puzzled look at his arm which had been stuck into most unnatural position.
"An arm for an arm, mate", he scoffed, ripping his sleeve open to reveal his gunshot wound with a lift of brows. "You take mine I take yours. Fair trade."
The pirate leered at him, then simply grasping Peter's sword to pull it out, the metal clanking when it fell on the ground. Peter's gaze shooting up to see when the pirate then twisted his broken arm back into its original position. Stepping back into the moonlight, Peter frowning as followed the man to crank the joints, for his astonishment and ultimate vexation the bones growing back in place in a fraction of a second. Right, the Island of the Dead. But did it have to be so literal? Peter inclined his head again.
"You win."
After recovering form his injuries Peter had inflicted upon him the pirate came after him with a infuriated shout, Peter running across the cave now weaponless. Coming across the pirate whose legs he'd cut, but who as well appeared to share the miraculous ability to heal in his monstrous form. So sighing deep for frustration Peter avoided his attacks, passing him. Directing a fleeting glance toward Jack and Barbossa, who were fighting each other on a cliff rising above the cave. Their accurate and fast strikes matching each other perfectly, the clanks of their weapons filling the cave as Peter left the pair to bout amongst themselves. Turning his back to them as hopped down from a hill of rock he'd climbed, landing into a deeper puddle. Water splashing around him as he scrabled up in an instant, however coming to a acurt stop due to the sight of the Aztec chest which all of a sudden loomed right in front of him. Giving Peter chills, them running across his spine like the last time he'd stood upon that cursed gold.
But Peter's reverie was short lived as the alarming echoes of following footsteps awoke him, Peter fleeing from his chasers just in time before earning another stab of a sword right in middle of his own ribs. The strike of Barbossa's man barely passing his side before Peter shoved his elbow backwards, it hitting the pirate's neck and giving him the opportunity to bail. But he could take but a single step forward before noticing all escape routes to be blocked by the pirates, the two others closing in on his right and left, making sure he couldn't get away. So left with only one option Peter sprung forward, scrambling up a new hill leading toward the chest of cursed gold he normally would've steered clear of (when he didn't have a cluster of murderous rogues right at his tail). But now unarmed and chased by three men, even in slight panic Peter saw no other option but to run up. Away from the certain death.
His plan was but a couple of steps away from succeeding. But it was then when at the heap of the treasure pile he suddenly lost his footing by stepping onto slippery coins, fleeting dread filling his heart as he crashed in front of the chest. Peter grabbing the edges of it to haul himself to his feet, his eyes however gluing into those bloody, skull engraved pieces of gold just as the pirates arrived. Cringing Peter free from his enthralled daze, him realizing not to have enough time to get away as then stood and turned around. Seeing how a cutlass was coming down to puncture him clean. To kill him, Peter letting out a breath as instinctively collapsed against the chest. His hand falling upon the coins to feel their cool surface on a whim quicker than a thought, sudden shudder piercing him as his body was then penetrated all the way by the pirate's blade. The sword not coming to a stop until it was met with the stone of the chest, Peter slumping down his eyes closed. His fingers squeezing into a tight fist.
Peter released a long breath, opening one of his eyes to peek at the pirates who'd abruptly frozen to their spots for dismay, their grins of satisfaction dying to their lips. Their expressions encouraging Peter to open both of his eyes and sit up a little, his hand rising from the chest. The pirates turning to stare at his palm which now unfolded leisurely, to reveal one of the cursed coins. Peter turning his head down to look at himself, a new breath leaving his lips until astonished smile curved them up. Peter starting to laugh rather nervously but fascinated as he took in his impaled figure which was but bones. His torn clothes droopy as his flesh had vanished, but a few decaying remains of it proving him to have been a man once. But now, Peter was… cursed. He felt no pain. He was… dead.
"I'll be damned", he stated, laughing some more as stared at the sword which was sticking out of his chest. Pinning him to the chest, Peter's attention moving to the coin in his hand. He turned it a little, the moonlight causing the golden piece to gleam brightly as the skull sneered at him, mocking him to have fallen into temptation and brought the curse of the treasure upon himself. But now… it had saved his life. Sorta.
"This complicates things, don't it?" he remarked cheerfully, giving the three stupefied pirates a smile each as their eyes were as well roaming over Peter's skeleton form. Sudden gurgling sound coming from their right however claiming Peter's attention next, him turning to see Jack. As well pierced by Barbossa's sword, Peter freezing then in turn as he witnessed him to stumble back into moonlight himself. Turning into a skeleton like him. What the…?
But then looking down Peter remembered. To have noticed Jack hide something shiny into his clothes during his negotiations with Barbossa, Peter now fathoming what and why. Him looking at the coin in his own hand after watching Jack to grin at as bemused Barbossa as his men had been, both he and Peter following how skeleton Jack started to flip the coin on his bony knuckles in amusement. Exasperating his opponent who instantly attacked him, throwing coins at Jack to distract him.
The eyes of Peter's opponents had been drawn to their Captain and Jack as well, rather stupidly Peter had to say, as now when they were still staring toward the fighting pair Peter followed Barbossa's example. Slipping his piece of the treasure into his pocket before grabbed a fistful of coins from the chest, throwing them at the trio as in a flash yanked the sword out of himself. The startled pirates starting to collect the fallen Aztec coins in panic, therefore giving Peter a free pass to escape. All except one after all, as the pirate with the smoking beard followed him but a few steps behind. Peter letting out a frustrated sigh as once again ran forth, sliding down the hill of jingling treasures all the way to the pool of water. Diving in, coming out from the other side. But just as he was about to head for the exit, the very same pirate at his tale blocked his way. Irritated cry escaping Peter's lips as he saw the man take out a bomb, litting it, Peter saving himself by jumping to the right. Coins raining down upon them as the bomb exploded, Peter taking this as a chance to get away. Punching the ruffian to buy some time, the brisk blow dislocating the pirate's jaw.
Peter ran across several puddles to the opposite side of the cave until turned, to face the pirate who kept up with him rather resiliently, now attacking with as equally frustrated cry. Though he should've been smart enough to realize it to be for nothing, as they were the same. Unable to die. Peter making a point by allowing the miscreant's blade to push through his stomach.
"You're wasting your breath, mate", he informed him, flipping the pirate's weapon to the side as bumped against him. Spreading his arms and lifted his eyebrows as the man stumbled back, Peter then thinking a moment and making a slight pout. "We're in the same immortal boat, aren't we? But come to think of it, it appears that neither of us have to worry about wasting our breaths... Get it?"
Instead of answering to Peter's sarcasm the pirate charged at him, only to be deflected by him, earning a few strong strikes in return which drove the rover back. Peter next stepping away to avoid the following plunge of his sword, it however accidentally hitting the wrong target. The buccaneer who'd pursued on attacking Peter from behind taking the hit from him, after curt surpise Peter frowning as gazed at the sword meant for him in ponders. The fleeting confusion of the pirates gone as Peter smote the impaled pirate to make him fall back. Exchanging a couple of hits with his true opponent, until repeated his strategy after seeing the other skeleton return from the corner of his eye. Peter this time kicking his adversary farther away while turned to face the second pirate. Pretending to receive the slash he delivered by stepping backwards, letting he blade slip between his side and arm just as his other opponent came to a halt due to the sight of Peter's "defeat". But he couldn't have anticipated Peter's intentions as Peter took advantage of his attacker's brute strength, allowing both of them to crash against the bearded buccaneer. It being his turn to take a sword for Peter, as instantly after hearing the sound of crushing bones Peter jumped away from the pirates. His gaze as well as the skeletons' falling to stare at those two swords which neither had succeeded in conquering Peter, but instead had ended up stuck into their comrade's torsos. A laughable sight.
Peter gave the pirates a smirk, stepping into the shadows as made a bow of utmost mock. Spreading his arms again. "Gentlemen."
Peter's derisive tone full of laughter enraged the pirates, them jerking the weapons out of each other to assault him in unison. The swings of their weapons however missing him easily as Peter was long gone. Running away, heading for the small cavity in the cliff. One of the pirates following his steps where the other decided to be clever and round the cliff, to meet with Peter on the other side. And anticipating this Peter turned around, taking care of the pirate behind him by pinning the sword between the narrowest point of the cavity. The pirate colliding with the weapon's central ridge, falling, Peter instantly detaching the sword and running out of the cavity. Only to have the other buccaneer jump at him behind the corner, Peter deflecting his blade to the side as made a turn himself, his sword striking down at the man with force. Their fight turning into another longer duel, Peter's frustration rising as the pirate's fighting skills proved not to be so easily conquered this time.
Peter was driven back, with every counter blow all the time more furious yell leaving Peter's lips as he tried to hack the buccaneer down permanently. But just as he got the chance to deliver a victorious strike at the pirate Peter heard a tumbling sound from behind him. Accompanied by jingle of coins, in the following moment something upsetting his concentration by bumping at the back of his head. Peter's narrowed eyes turning to see a flash of a falling jug, before he as quickly lost his footing by some unidentified object sliding down the slope and crashing against his feet. In some way saving the distracted Peter from a similar type of slash from his adversary's weapon by falling onto his back. Astounded by the abrupt interruption which had swept him of his feet, Peter now identifying the culprit as a silvery platter. Eyeing at it for a second rather stunned while Jack ran past him. Followed by enraged Barbossa, the aforementioned directing a fleeting apologetic wave of hand towards the accidentally waylaid lad.
"Sorry!"
Peter sent annoyed leer after the man. "Tsk."
A battle cry filled the air as Peter's opponent attacked, causing Peter to cringe as he hastily yanked the tray to ward of the assault, both he and the pirate gasping for astonishment as the blade bounced off from the metal. Giving Peter the time to charge himself, him kicking the buccaneer away from him as jumped up. Throwing the tray with full force at the brute, a flash of a skeleton appearing at the corner of Peter's eye as the man flew through a ray of moonlight, in turn Peter's sword proving triumphant as it landed onto the fallen scoundrel tip first. Sinking into his torso, leaving Peter defenseless as the other pirate returned. Attacking from the shadows, Peter lifting the tray in a flash for a block while drew back his weapon. Shoving the impaled man backwards, him tripping to a rock and flipping over it as Peter's sword rose to receive his current opponent's blows. Peter not needing but few careful backlashes to force him to retreat. But due to those following couple of seconds the pirate was out of his sight, Peter didn't see the miscreant to take out a bomb. Peter only hearing the sound of a fuse catching fire as twirled around, his eyes widening as in the split second saw the pirate smirk. The bomb flying across the air toward him.
Peter only had time take a few running steps away from the flying bomb after batting it away with the tray, next flinging himself behind a nearest pile of treasure. The sound of explosion drowning the frantic clatter of swords as the bomb detonated, Peter in the end not escaping the danger without a scratch as in midair felt something heavy hit on his head again. Flown from the distance by the blast, the impact darting Peter a couple of meters away to the opposite direction. Him landing with a few rolls before ultimately collapsing into a puddle of water.
Peter's reason was sidelined as all noise in the cave mixed together, his senses disorganized as his ears were filled with tinnitus. Peter grunting as tried to get up, his eyes seeing everything in two due to the yet another hard blow on his head, him letting out a breath as two spinning pairs of feet filled his vision. Him flopping back down, his sight returning and fixating on but one man staring down at him instead of two. Striking echoes of metal continuing at the background as Peter stiffened, meeting the fractious gaze of the pirate. Seeing the hold up sword risen to stake him, his own weapon flung out of his reach as had the tray. Peter's eyes glancing about frantically in search of something to stave the pirate and his threatening blade.
"I'm gonna teach you the meaning of pain!"
"Do you like pain?"
Peter's gaze flew to the direction of the voice he not in a million years would've expected to hear heckle the pirate's intentions. Peter's eyes staring wide open for utmost confusion and disbelief as Elizabeth appeared out of nowhere. Her grim scowl directed at Peter's adversary as the pirate turned as well, to witness how a heavy rod rammed against him. Peter's eyes watching how he fell by his side, knocked out cold, the pirate's weapon falling on Peter's lap as his attention shot back to Elizabeth again. Her beautiful features rather vexed as she then dropped the staff at her feet with one more leer at the unconscious buccaneer.
"Try wearing a corset."
Peter's expression was a rare one to witness. I reckon none o' us had seen 'im so aghast afore, his widen-eyed gaze full o' dismay focused on Miss Elizabeth who'd been th' first to run intae th' cave. For me relief saving me brother's life by whacking th' pirate threatening his life with a golden pole she'd picked up near th' entrance. 'Er behavior which had been very bizarre th' moment we left Th' Pearl turnin' even stranger when she'd instantly joined th' ongoin' battle within th' cave efter we'd arrived. Nae expressing th' slightest fear as came face to face wi' one o' Barbossa's men. But as said, thanks to 'er courageous deed Peter's life had been saved in th' nick o' time, me hert jumpin' for joy to see me brother to be completely unharmed (though rather disheveled lookin' as was only justified given th' circumstances).
Miss Elizabeth handed th' end o' th' rod to stunned Peter, 'im frowning as eyed at 'er attire which differed greatly from 'er much mair formal 'n' feminine style o' dressing Peter was accustomed to. It nae bein' th' least baffling that she was in fact wearing th' type o' uniform he was obligated to use daily at service. But getting' ower this oddity quickly Peter took hold o' th' rod 'n' let Miss Elizabeth aid 'im to his feet, as weel relieved smile spreadin' oan me lips as I instantly sprang to me brother. Embracing 'im, him squeezing me as tightly efter givin' me as surprised gaze. But I'd seen clear relief within his eyes as weel.
"You're alright", he stated, smile in his voice. "I knew you survived."
"Ye 'n' me both. Ye're too stubborn to die this wey."
I was then confused as felt somethin' cool to be slipped around me neck, me separatin' from Peter to see me cross. His present I'd placed within th' bottled message I'd dropped intae th' sea some days back, me fingers touchin' th' necklace 'til me eyes rose to me brother's. 'Im smilin' at me, his haun smoothin' me jawline curtly as he nodded. Me risin' to me toes to give 'im a kiss on th' cheek, 'til Peter's attention was caught by William who strode forth. Wide smile oan his lips as weel as it was his turn to embrace Peter, 'im however simply returnin' his smile 'til turned his gaze to Miss Elizabeth. Me Mistress instead smilin' at 'im rather sweetly. Maybe a bit too sweetly, which caused me to frown as Peter stepped to 'er.
"Elizabeth, how on earth did you get here?" he questioned lik' William had, similar type o' earnest coupon on his face as he noo frowned due to utmost dissatisfaction. His concern for me Mistress' welfare however much greater than William's, as I was aware o' Peter's secret love for 'er. Which was why he noo keeked at the pirates within th' cave nervously, then shakin' his heid incredulous. "Never mind that, do you realize how in much danger you are here? You shouldn't have come!"
Peter had said exactly th' same thing as William. But th' intensity o' his voice 'n' that anxious keek in his eyes which were strictly starin' intae Miss Elizabeth's ain were lik' a indirect confession o' his feelings. 'N' apparently I wasn't th' only one to notice it as efter exchangin' a short goup wi' Peter Miss Elizabeth smiled again, seemingly as eagerly as had I noo steppin' forth to glomp 'im. Me 'n' William followin' their quite affectionate interaction, 'er unexpected act surprisin' us as much as it did Peter. 'Im blinkin' for a couple o' times 'til I noticed all seriousness melt awa' from his eyes, 'em fillin' wi' tenderness. 'Im however hidin' that slip o' feeling afore William could notice by closin' his eyes, possibly closing Miss Elizabeth in his arms mair gently than me a moment ago.
"I came to save you", Miss Elizabeth told 'im, th' truth, but nae possibly th' whole truth as I saw 'er gaze to flicker to William's direction. So quickly however that I wondered had I seen right, it being still apparent that she seemed as relieved as me to see Peter to be awright. 'N' 'er such a gentle tone made me think that could it have been that in reality she had been… worried aboot Peter all along. Could it be?
"Never mind me, Peter. What really mattered was to get you safe, and I just couldn't bear the thought of you facing this danger alone after you unselfishly exchanged your life over others'… I heard it from Miranda. You lied to Barbossa to save Will's life. And I thank you for that. Thank you, Peter. I'm ever grateful for what you did."
I saw me brother stiffen suddenly, th' tenderness long gone 'n' replaced by somethin' else as his eyes turned to peek at William in turn. He nodded, smilin'. "No need, Elizabeth. I only did what I had to save those important to me."
Miss Elizabeth's smile widened as 'er 'n' Peter's gazes remained locked to each other for awhile longer. Me noo turnin' to keek at William to see his reaction to Miss Elizabeth's unforeseen reunion wi' Peter. But against me expectations he didn't seem that interested aboot it, his eyes directed at the fightin' figures o' Barbossa 'n' Jack. Me attention as weel noo drawn to 'em, causin' me to blink in utmost confusion, 'til th' sight o' skeleton Jack made me cringe. What… was going oan? Why was he…?
"Jack has th' curse… why?" I asked, from meself mainly, eyein' at Jack's cursed form incredulous.
"He stole a piece of the treasure when Barbossa wasn't looking", Peter explained, me frown softenin' as me reason stairted to wander.
"Whose side is Jack on?" Miss Elizabeth questioned, as puzzled as I efter getting' ower 'er ain dismay aboot Jack's involvement wi' th' Aztec gold's hex, where Peter looked only grim. Liftin' his eyebrows in unison wi' William, extremely bored lookin'.
"At the moment?" William stated, inclinin' his heid in wonder. I gave 'im a keek o' concur afore followed th' two skeletons to battle each other, Jack slashin' Barbossa on his back.
"That scoundrel's on but his own side, trust me", Peter snapped, narrowin' his eyes. But it was then that those two remainin' crewmen took notice o' us. Stairtin' to approach their weapons drawn, me steppin' back automatically.
Aye, I'd decided to come 'ere 'n' rescue Peter. But upon arrivin' 'n' realizin' there was no need for it, against those miscreants I was as defenseless, feeble lass as afore. As was Miss Elizabeth, 'er finally expressin' expected fright when th' moonlight illuminatin' th' cave 'ere 'n' there also revealed th' skeleton forms o' these men. Me however nae fearin' their monstrous exteriors any longer, but simply their clear desire to kill us.
"Get behind me!" William exclaimed, revealin' his sword in a flash as pushed me oot o' th' danger zone. Peter snatchin' Jacoby's weapon (who for oor chagrin had stairted to wake up, soon standin' to attack th' arrived enemies wi' his comrades), 'til was aboot to do th' same to Miss Elizabeth.
But instead o' lettin' 'erself to be treated lik' a defenseless damsel, Miss Elizabeth took th' same pole she'd handled a moment afore. Charchin' forth, us followin' in astonishment how she attacked those miscreants, usin' th' pole to whack th' nearest buccaneer straight oan his heid. Th' weight o' th' pole discreacin' 'er speed to prepare for defence as instantlty th' other pirate prepared for a strike. Jacoby noo risin' to his feet 'n' advancin' toward Miss Elizabeth, us gaspin' for fright 'til Peter was quick to act. Stoppin' th' pirate wi' bombs from reachin' me Mistress, cuttin' 'im oot o' his wey afore strode forward, to grab th' other side o' th' pole to ward aff th' sword which was aboot to take Miss Elizabeth's life. William however nae standin' idle but ran forth 'imself, preventin' Jacoby from interferin' by blockin' his path. Liftin' his sword, me flinchin' again as th' pirate attacked William wi'oot a hesitation. Me then followin' in turns how William challenged his fightin' skills against Jacoby, Peter fought wi' Miss Elizabeth against the two other buccaneers, 'n' Jack continued his spar wi' his former First Mate. Me feelin' meself useless by juist standin' there, unable to take a sword 'n' join th' battle, be o' use.
Me thoughts appeared to have been heard by that same twisted God who so far had but derided me. Me roundin' th' fightin' figures from safe distance awa' as me eyes stayed focused at William, however only puttin' meself in grave danger as afore could anticipate it was almost striken doon by a pirate suddenly appearin' behind me. Me only havin' enough time to hear William's voice to shout me name as twirled aroond, releasing a scream o' fear as felt th' tip o' a weapon to scrape me cheek as stumbled back. Trippin' to me skirts what else, me eyes widenin' as followed th' transformation from man to skeleton take place right in front o' me eyes, 'til that same sword rose to strike doon for th' second time. Me hatin' meself for bein' so stupid to ignore me surroundings, which I would pay for noo. I closed me eyes briefly, th' sword gleamin' dangerously as it was aboot to plunge, me this time hearin' me brother's voice cry oot me name.
But I was saved, by th' pole which all o' a sudden was thurst thro' th' pirate's rib cage, causin' me to let oot another curt cry o' fright 'til me eyes moved behind me attacker to see Peter. Wi' Miss Elizabeth, both o' 'em holdin' th' pole which had punctured th' miscreant, Peter's eyes hard as they drilled intae th' man. Enraged cry eruptin' from his geggy in turn as together wi' me Mistress they pulled th' pirate awa' from me, me standin' quickly 'n' retreatin' to th' side. Only to have Jacoby's sword almost slice at me, th' blade missin' me by an inch 'n' hittin' oan a rock beside me, me roundin' it as faced th' pirate who'd managed to slip awa' from William. Me eyes flickerin' to 'im momentarily, seein' 'im to have been stricken doon. His sword laying but a few feet awa' from me.
Jacoby's roar alerted me o' his neist attack, me dodgin' th' strike o' his weapon wance mair as then instantly gathered me hem 'n' ran. Toward William 'n' his sword, Jacoby right at me tail, me feelin' another hit whiz past me back as I then flung forth. Landin' oan me stomach 'n' reached th' fallen blade afore William who'd stumbled up on his knees. Stratled face on his coupon as followed me take his sword 'n' roll aroond, 'im attemptin' to stop me but too late. Me extertin' up 'n' succeedin' in shovin' th' blade intae Jacoby's neck. Deterrin' 'im, shocked breath eruptin' from me lips as terrified o' me action I instantly drew awa'. Against William who brought me to me feet, me haun lettin' go o' th' sword which remained in Jacoby's neck. 'Im yankin it oot wi' one jerk, 'im growlin' at me 'n' William angered. Aboot to charge.
"Keep yer hauns aff me sister, bastart!"
Both me 'n' William were taken aback by Peter's furious exclaim, us watchin' 'im take th' pole from Miss Elizabeth 'n' run toward us. Wi' a roar 'imself kickin' th' miscreant they'd battled forward, in grave rage piercin' both Jacoby 'n' th' other pirate wi' th' same rod. William pullin' me backwards as we neist followed Peter to release th' pole from his grasp, us in fact gainin' some entertainment from th' three men who were noo tuggin' th' pole in bafflement. Nae bein' able to pull it oot o' 'emselves, yankin' it back 'n' forth wi' no avail. But me smile was quickly wiped awa' by pure horror as me gaze hit me bother. 'Im noo standin' under direct moonlight, me eyes takin' in his ragged clothes which covered his bony body. Me hert stoppin' due to th' awful realization as others turned to see Peter's cursed form o' a skeleton.
"No… Peter, what have ye done?" I stated, wrinklin' me foreheid in shock. Miss Elizabeth steppin' awa' from Peter in dread as me brother's victorious grin vanished. William frownin' in equally great disbelief as mine as we stared at Peter 'n' his rottin' corpse, William's haun oan me arm tightenin'.
"Peter?" Miss Elizabeth breathed questionably, horrified, Peter turnin' to keek at 'er. Miss Elizabeth gaspin' 'n' shakin' 'er heid. "You're… like them."
I deemed to see fleetin' chagrin appear in Peter's eyes due to Miss Elizabeth's scare o' 'im, 'til he neist ignored oor terror 'n' turned his gaze at th' staked pirates. Grabbin' th' pole as stepped back intae th' shadows, lookin' lik' 'imself again.
"Will, the bomb!" he shouted, shovin' th' trio farther awa' as beckoned on th' ground. Us scourin' th' area 'n' finally spottin' th' explosive among th' treasures 'n' objects spread aboot th' place. William's coupon fillin' wi' seriousness again as he ran to th' bomb, soon makin' his wey to Peter who'd forced Barbossa's men against th' farthest wall. Back at us starin' noo three men instead o' those skeletonial beings, as me mind was quick to share their train o' thought. Miss Elizabeth dashin' to aid Peter to keep th' rapscallions in place as I rushed to retrieve a torch I spotted to burn oan me left. Me footin' quite slippery due to th' ocean o' coins I waded thro', wi' stumblin' steps managin' to get to th' torch to detach it from its holder. Runnin' to William in a flash, all eyes includin' th' pirates' turnin' to William who placed th' bomb's fuse intae th' flames. Th' crewmen's eyes widenin' for terror in turn as th' fuse instantly ignited, William givin' 'em a wide smirk as Peter pulled th' men back intae th' moonlight wi' Miss Elizabeth. So that William could place th' lit bomb intae th' stomach o' its owner, Jacoby. As a finishin' touch all o' us noo proddin' th' impaled men back, Jacoby's hauns fumblin' his torso in attempt to remove th' object inserted within 'im. For nothin', Peter's face fillin' wi' great satisfaction as we watched Jacoby to look up to us, where his comrades were starin' at 'im in horror. Peter's grin but dark, me seein' his expression change curtly intae somethin' I'd ne'er seen afore.
"No fair."
"Run!" Peter shouted, takin' hold o' Miss Elizabeth as lead 'er awa' from th' explodin' pirates, William bein' but a step behind 'im, haulin' me efter 'imself in haste. Me soon matchin' his steps as th' bomb but a few seconds later went aff, th' pirates along wi' it.
Th' blast sent treasures in th' air, th' loud boom echoin' from th' cave's walls, alarmin' us as William sheltered me wi' his arms. Me feelin' how coins rained doon us 'til in th' neist second we were runnin' again. Comin' however to a abrupt halt as Jack suddenly turned toward us efter distractin' Barbossa, me seein' blood drip from his palm as he threw somethin' to William. Me blinkin' in surprise as I realized it to be his piece o' th' Aztec gold. But though me reason wasn't this time quick enough to fathom what was happenin', William knew exactly what. Realizin' Jack's wordless prompt, his eyes instantly flyin' to Peter.
"Peter, the medallion!"
Peter twirled aroond in confusion, seein' us noo run up th' hill 'n' reach th' stone chest. 'Im reachin' th' same conclusion as stopped his runnin' as weel, me followin' as he yanked a chain from his neck. Holdin' that very same medallion which had brought us 'ere.
But juist as he was aboot to throw it to William Miss Elizabeth let oot a startled wail, alertin' Peter. His as weel as me eyes movin' to see Barbossa who'd appeared oot o' nowhere. Standin' but a few meters awa' from Miss Elizabeth, smirk oan his lips as his pistol was aimed directly at 'er. Me hert lurchin' for fright as Peter's eyes widened, William stiffenin' by me side.
"No!" Peter bellowed, jumpin' forth, shovin' Miss Elizabeth oot o' th' wey juist as sound o' a gunshot broke th' silence. Me hert this time skippin' a beat as Miss Elizabeth fell intae th' shallow pool o' water, in that same second th' shot was fired 'er eyes risin' to Peter in dread.
"Peter, no!"
Instead o' stoppin' due to th' shot he'd gained Peter attacked Barbossa wi' enraged cry, his sword strikin' at th' pistol 'n' causin' it to loosen from th' pirate Captain's haun. Barbossa frownin' in confusion as Peter charged at 'im, managin' to deliver a couple o' powerful blows, 'til Barbossa deflected his weapon. Bumpin' Peter awa' wi' force, me flinchin' as Peter lost his balance 'n' fell intae th' pool as weel. Received by Miss Elizabeth whose worried eyes instantly stairted to roam ower me brother, 'er hauns unfoldin' Peter's clothes to see th' wound. But it was then revealed that it had nae been Barbossa who'd fired th' pistol, but Jack. All attention includin' Barbossa's noo drawin' to th' man in question who was goupin' at Barbossa wi' earnest eyes. Th' barrel o' his gun indeed releasin' smoke, Barbossa keekin' doon at a hole which had formed oan his chest. 'N' then I understood.
"Ten years you carry that pistol, and now you waste your shot", I heard Barbossa to stae, lookin' up to Jack again wi' mock. Arrogant smile oan his lips.
"He didn't waste it", William corrected 'im, causin' Barbossa to turn around to see 'im stand beside th' chest. His arm stretched upon it, Barbossa makin' a slight frown as Peter's deceit finally dawned to 'im, his gaze fallin' to see me. Me slidin' doon th' hill in haste 'n' snatchin' a sword from th' ground as Miss Elizabeth instead rose in a flash, hurryin' to fetch th' medallion which Peter had dropped. Barbossa havin' no time to prevent 'er from reachin' it 'n' tossin' it straight to me, me instantly runnin' back to William wi' a couple o' leaps. Openin' th' bandage wrapped aroond me palm. Placin' th' coin upon it afore wi'oot any hesitation reopened th' old wound, me frownin' as watched me blood stain th' skeleton engraved intae th' gold, me eyes slowly risin' to glare at Barbossa as I squeezed th' coin intae me fingers momentarily. Breath escapin' me lips as I then let it fall, William's 'n' Jack's pieces followin' right efter, th' dark spell surroundin' this chest finally breakin'.
Barbossa's dropped his weapons afore revealed his chest, me blinkin' wance as saw his shirt stairt to turn red rapidly, 'im followin' his blood to seep oot o' th' wound in utmost disbelief. This didn't prove anythin', but it were his eyes which told th' truth aboot th' matter. That th' curse had been lifted, makin' 'im one o' th' livin' again. This time, I reckoned,'n' for th' first time in those ten years he felt pain. 'N' upon realizing that his gaze returned to Jack, another ghost o' smile appearin' oan his lips afore his face became completely blank.
"I feel… cold."
Another breath left me gegy as we watched Barbossa fall oan his knees, finally keelin' ower onto a pile o' treasures. Dead, his empty eyes starin' wide open intae emptiness. It was ower.
I closed me ain eyes in relief, turnin' to William 'n' leant against 'im. 'Is body relaxin' th' same wey as his arms wrapped aroond me, 'em soon urgin' me to embrace 'im. His as willin' response causin' me to wish nae to separate from 'im ever again, th' sense o' security within his arms bein' too wonderful to relinquish noo when this nightmare had finally come to an end.
"We've taken th' weddings vows to a whole freish level, haven't we?" I joked, lettin' oot a low laugh, me feelin' how William's chest vibrated for a slight laughter as weel. 'Im nodding, squeezin' me.
"Aye."
Sudden rustle awoke me attention then, us turnin' to see drookit Peter come to a halt at th' other side o' th' chest. Rubbin' his neck while glanced doon at th' cursed treasure, familiar jovial smirk curvin' up his lips.
"You sure have made them quite literal", he said, laughin' to 'imself as weel 'til I noo stepped closer to 'im. Me happiness changin' intae worry, me haun extendin' toward 'im.
"Come to th' light."
Peter obeyed, Miss Elizabeth 'n' Jack followin' from th' distance how Peter placed his palm oan mine. Deep, extremely relieved sigh leavin' me lips as me delighted eyes turned to examine me brother. Nae that cursed, skeleton version o' 'im, but th' brother I luved 'n' kenned. Us exchangin' a smile 'til I leant forth to hug 'im as weel, Peter's heid pressin' against mine.
"It's alright now, Miranda. We're going home."
"I ken. Thanks to ye", I answered, lookin' both at Peter 'n' William. Takin' both o' their hauns in mine, smilin' overjoyed. But as abrupt noise as th' gunshot noo cut th' still air, us turnin' to see Jack to have wandered aff further in th' cave. Ransacking th' treasures, apparently bored to follow oor affectionate interaction, tossin' awa' th' items he found insufficient to his standards. Me shakin' me heid at 'im. Weel in th' very end… Jack was what he was. Dyed-in-th-wool pirate.
"Elizabeth", Peter called oot to me Mistress then who was examinin' th' treasure troves neist to 'er too, 'er questionable eyes keekin' up from a necklace o' pearls she'd found. Me gaze visitin' 'er 'n' seein' 'er tilt 'er heid in question as William helped me doon from th' hill efter closin' th' lid o' th' Aztec chest. Both me 'n' Willian noo noticing how Peter's jaw muscles clenched suddenly, his soft eyes turnin' a wee harder as they met wi' Miss Elizabeth's, 'im makin' a nod.
"I heard you're getting married with Norrington. Congratulations. I hope he'll make you very happy woman."
William froze. His gaze shootin' to Miss Elizabeth who was returnin' me brother's serious ('n' I kenned, jealous) stare, 'er ain coupon fillin' wi' curt dismay 'til she hid it. 'Er eyes visitin' William's, whose face was rather blank regardless o' his cringe caused by Peter's sudden revelation. Me wonderin' where on earth Peter could've heard aboot this as he'd been aboard Th' Pearl since yesterday.
But then me eyes found Jack, his dreadlocked 'n' unkempt exterior givin' me th' answer. O' coorse…
"Yes. I'm sure he will, I thank you for your consideration Peter", Miss Elizabeth replied, smilin', though I could tell she was ashamed to meet Peter's eyes while sayin' these words which were but a lie. Peter keekin' awa' 'n' liftin' his jaw, his haun squeezin' aroond somethin' within his pocket, as Miss Elizabeth's gaze moved to see what I saw. Rather indifferent reaction o' William's, though he must've been th' maist taken aback by these news. William simply makin' a slight smile 'n' bowin his heid at 'er, politely.
"Congratulations, Miss Swann. I as well wish all the best for you."
Me Mistress' voice faltered slightly as she responded. "Thank you, Will."
Short silence descended as no one said anything, th' only sound comin' from th' rejected objects Jack kept oan throwin' ower his shoulder. Me watchin' 'im in silence as weel 'til Miss Elizabeth's cheery voice was th' first to speak.
"We should return to The Dauntless", she urged us, turnin', aboot to walk toward th' entrance.
"Your fiancé will be wanting to know you're safe."
I turned to William, maybe imaginin' as deemed to have heard a tint o' irritation in his voice. Miss Elizabeth sure thinkin' so as she'd been halted by William's remark, 'er however nae turnin' too keek at 'im but daunered past Peter 'n' Jack. Me gaugin' gaze slowly movin' from William to me brother, to witness his as calculatin' stare directed at William. That same flash o' an expression I'd ne'er seen afore returnin', soon enough dispersin' again as Peter's eyes traveled to Miss Elizabeth. Me hert noo fillin' wi' pity as he took a few steps efter 'er, his shoulders slouchin' as a sign o' a sigh. Downcast one. But it was then when Jack (at this point shrouded wi' strings o' pearls 'n' jewels, freish gaudy rings oan his fingers) decided to join us again, stoppin' me from goin' to me brother. Me tiltin' me heid at that crown which decorated his heid, Jack's carryin' a selection o' different valuables in his arms as swaggered ower to Peter, as weel starin' efter Miss Elizabeth rather thoughtful lookin'. Jack's forefinger noo pointin' at 'er, his tone remarkable.
"If ye were waiting for the opportune moment… That was it."
Peter leered at th' ceiling frustrated, poutin'. "Aren't you insightful. Too much I'd say for your own good."
"I'm simply clever enough man to see what's in front of me", Jack retorted, his phrase holdin' some other meanin' concealed from th' rest o' us but Peter, who definitely got th' pirate's point. Squintin' in irritation 'til sighed, walkin' awa' from Jack.
"If you'll be so kind, I'd be much obliged if you'd drop me off my ship", Jack continued, followin' me brother as did I 'n' William. Me holdin' in a freish flinch as passed Barbossa's lifeless corpse, hearin' th' amused but dark laugh o' Peter's.
"Aye. I'd be happy to ship you off to your ship. After all you did save my arse, Sparrow."
"You're very welcome, mate."
"What's wrong?" I asked from William, sittin' doon intae th' longboat a worried face oan me coupon. Me questionable eyes examinin' me beloved's features which had been oddly expressionless for th' last ten minutes, William takin' a seat neist to me. "Are ye surely awright?"
Willian gasped oot o' his thoughts, offerin' me a carefree smile. "Yes."
"Truly? Because ye seem rather distracted… is there somethin' ye wish to tell me?" I ensured, placin' a haun oan his. He shook his heid smilin' wider, takin' it. Caressin' me knuckles gently.
"Truly. I'm well, Miranda. I'm extremely well now while with you."
This caused me hert to swell for untamed happiness, for all me luv for this man by me side. Me noddin' in turn contended as William received Peter's jacket, placin' it oan me shoulders. Me smile widenin' intae beamin' as I released a long sigh, me eyes closin' as I pulled th' jacket tighter aroond meself against th' chilly air o' th' cave. Leanin' against William to feel his warmth as oor boat slid intae motion, William's arms automatically wrappin' arrond me. Me feelin' his jaw set upon me heid, his fingers this time caressin' me arm, tenderly.
"I luv ye."
"I love you too."
Aye, this adventure was certainly ower. No mair pirates, mortal dangers 'n' hexed treasures. Th' curse had been lifted, Barbossa's crew defeated by Commodore Norrington's troupes, 'n' oor lives returned back to normal. 'N' noo, efter several years o' waitin… William 'n' I were to get married. 'N' I cannot describe th' satisfyin' feelin' o' excitement, o' deep affection I experienced while thought aboot this delightful event which loomed brightly at oor near future. Whiskin' awa' all o' th' horrifyin' recollections o' me first 'n' maist definitely last swashbuckling escapade. I was sure o' it, as sure as o' th' mutual love I shared wi' th' young blacksmith sittin' beside me.
As noo it was but a fact; he luved me. Deeply, me feelin' meself silly to have ever suspected otherwise.
Scottish words:
Pronouns etc:
o'= of, th'= the, 'em= them, oor= our, 'n'= and, intae= into, 'er= her, 'im= him
goup=stare, haun=hand, heid=head, juist=just, lik'=like, 'em=them, awright=alright, aboot=about, noo=now, weel=well, wi'=with, keek=look, stairt=start, efter=after, ain=own, 'ere=here, afore=before, wi'oot=without, aroond=around, awa'=away, thro'=through, aff=off, neist=next, freish=new, wance mair=once more, coupon=face, face=expression, foreheid=forehead, oor=our, goup=stare, drookit=drenched, ken=know, o' coorse=of course, dauner=walk