"What's wrong with you?" Savannah asked her moody companion. "No offence meant, but this is taking a lot of concentration. One slip and the whole thing could be messed up."
"Sorry to be a burden on y' luv." Jack muttered. Savannah sighed, and looked up from her page.
"Come on then, what's she done now?"
"She hasn't done anythin'."
"Then what have you done?"
"Been an idiot."
"Nothing out of the ordinary then." Savannah said, cuttingly,
"Oh that's great, that is. I'm here, spillin' me guts out, and all ye can do is insult me." Jack said, leaning back against the wall, looking as though Savannah's words had hurt him,
"I assure you I wouldn't if I wasn't translating an ancient script in an unknown time frame, and if there was any use in you telling me what you should be telling Rosaline." Jack glared at the back of Savannah's head, but knew she was right. He sighed.
"So I suppose you aren't up for making her jealous then." He muttered. Savannah smiled, with her back to him, so he couldn't see her.
"Take my advice." She said, not looking up from her book. "Get over your immature, macho self image, and realise that when you love some one, and they love you, they don't care what sort of charade you put on, and they want to be able to be there for you, and understand you."
"I am not in love." Jack said firmly. Savannah coughed exaggeratedly,
"Ahem, yeah right."
"I'm not." Savannah didn't say anything, and Jack shook his head, and stared up at the ceiling, "I'm not." He said again, as if trying to convince himself.
It had been six hours since the discovery of the oracle. Savannah was sat in her exact same position, now whispering the text to herself as she worked. The area had been secured, and there was no sign of any one around. The rest of the crew could do nothing to help, and had been talking amongst themselves for almost an hour. Will, Marti and Elizabeth were involved in a conversation, most likely about their intended rescuee, Mort, Gibbs, Clay and Conch were talking, with random comments cawed by Cotton's parrot. Jack sat further out from the group. Ana had been trying to convince him to talk to Rosaline, who was listening politely, and only speaking when she was addressed, in Will's conversation.
But Jack was stubborn. Ana could see how much all of this was tearing him apart, but he wouldn't back down. There was only the muffled sounds of conversations, until Savannah approached the crew silently, and threw the book down on the ground. Every one jumped, and she smiled.
"Now that I have your attention," she said, "I've finished."
"Already?" Will asked, standing up.
"It's been six hours," Savannah said, wearily, "No, I haven't done the whole thing. Just the bits we need. It's another curse."
"Bloody curses," Jack said, standing behind Savannah,
"Oh, but this should be easy to lift," Savannah said, "No need for blood or anything. It's just a chant." Jack rolled his eyes at Will, who could see exactly what his friend was thinking. Just a chant. Like it was going to be that simple. Savannah didn't notice the looks between the two men.
"And when we say this chant, Bill's back? Just like that?" Marti asked, disbelieving. For a pirate, she had never been particularly superstitious, and was always critical of anything slightly magickal.
"That's the plan," Savannah said, "Whether that's what happens or not depends on us I suppose. If any one doesn't believe this will work, then they shouldn't take part. Do you have faith Martina?" Marti wasn't expecting this direct question, and looked surprised,
"I'll believe anything at the moment." She said, firmly. Every one else agreed. They had seen things on that island that some of them would not have thought possible. What was another strange event to add to the works?
"Then it's settled. Obviously, we can't all see the book, but if every one joins in, then I'm sure we'll all get the general gist." Clay looked at Mort doubtfully, who returned the sentiments. But neither man had chance to voice their thoughts, when Savannah had already started reading out the chant.
Jack was paying full attention, as was Marti, Will, Elizabeth, Gibbs, all watched and listened intently. After a while, Marti joined in, followed by Jack, then Will, then the rest.
"Hor oss! De tatt noe som tilhorer oss! Returner det straks! Sentirci! Lei ha portato qualcosa che appartiene a noi! Ritornare esso subito!" It took Clay a while to get it right, and he kept sending worried glances to Mort, who sent them back. Conch the cabin boy looked like he was down the river without a paddle. He kept trying, and after two or three tries he just about had it.
Rosaline wasn't sure whether she should join in or not. She didn't know the man they were apparently saving, she didn't believe in magick, but somehow, the way that every one else believed so strongly that it would work that she was just about convinced. She stood with Ana Maria, who had her eyes set on Marti.
"…ha portato qualcosa…" Jack could see the amount of fear, worry and apprehension on Marti's face. Her fists were clenched by her side, and her voice was wavering. Jack grabbed her hand and held it tightly in his. She squeezed it and kept going.
Rosaline noticed this. It's just a friendship thing. She told herself, That's all. But the way Jack showed so much concern for Marti, and hadn't spoken to her since they had argued earlier… Rosaline dragged her eyes from the pair and tried to concentrate on what was happening.
Will had never known his father. He had no idea what to expect, he wouldn't know if the experience had changed him at all, and in that he felt he was lucky. He had nothing to fear unlike Marti, and he had Elizabeth. Their hands were entwined, and Will felt a lot less tense knowing she was there. No matter what happened to them, he absolutely knew that they would be together. She had given up everything for him, and he would never forget that.
All of a sudden, the walls started to shake. Mort, Conch, Clay and Ana Maria glanced around nervously, but did not break the chant. Every single person could feel the energy building inside each of them. Rosaline looked at Ana, confused as to what the feeling inside of her was, but she got no response. The amount of concentration written on her face was indescribable. Rosaline tried to look elsewhere, but every time she looked away, her eyes always slid back to Jack and Marti.
They even looked similar. They dressed in the same style, they both had the same sun scorched skin, the same coloured hair, and some of the same mannerisms. They looked so perfectly matched to each other, and interacted with each other in such a way that Rosaline was beginning to wonder why she even stood a chance. Then she was angry with herself for sounding so desperate in her own mind.
Rosaline's thoughts were interrupted when something began to happen. The ground… it wasn't shaking like in and earthquake style, but something strange was going on with the floor. It was moving, but then it wasn't. Then it moved, just enough for Rosaline to start to believe the ground was really moving, then it stopped again, and started, and stopped. Rosaline was beginning to feel slightly sick. Then suddenly, the ground stopped, everything stopped, and it was like the entire world had stopped spinning. Then it started again, with a jolt. Rosaline, Ana, Elizabeth and Gibbs lost their footing and fell backwards. The lights… or the general light that filled the cave… where did the light come from? –went out. It was pitch black. Rosaline heard voices. She heard Will and Elizabeth, who were near to her. She heard Clay, and the she heard Marti. The light was returning slowly, and she could just make out Ana in front of her. Marti screamed,
"Bloody hell!" She exclaimed. Every ones eyes followed Marti's and after a while, could make out what she was staring at dumbly. There was a figure, it wasn't moving at all. It was still, like a statue. Marti got to her feet, as did Will. Their eyes were wide. The light came back enough for Marti to see that it had worked. There in front of her stood Bootstrap Bill Turner.
Marti screamed again and ran forward, not caring about the consequences. She leapt onto her friend and she was relieved when she felt his arms wrap around her. "He's alive!" She yelled, "He's a bloody living, breathin' person!"
"Course I am,"
Will's heart almost stopped when he heard his father's voice for the first time since he had been to young to remember. Every one had told him he looked like his father, and he was yet to see if this was true, but he certainly didn't sound like him. Bill Turner's voice was deep, gravelly and his accent was similar to Jack's. Will stood, still with Elizabeth, not knowing at all what to say.
Jack stepped forward to try to save his friend from Marti's clamp like grip.
"Lookin' good for a dead man." Jack commented, greeted by a wide grin.
"Still alive Jack? Not met with the gallows yet then."
"Oh, he has," Will had found his voice at last, "On several occasions." Bill turned to see the source of the voice that sounded so familiar. His eyes widened, as did Will's when he saw his father.
He did look like him. Admittedly, his father looked older, darker skinned, rougher around the edges. But the eyes… Will's eyes were like photocopies of his fathers.
"Will," His father could hardly believe his eyes.
Marti was still hanging onto Bill, and Rosaline, although caught up in the emotion of the moment, still noticed Jack's expression.
Was it remorse? Regret? She couldn't really work out. She felt the sense of anger, of desperation creeping back, and she didn't like it.
Then, there was a click. Jack heard it, Bill heard it, every one heard it. They froze. Even Rosaline could recognise that sound. It was a pistol being loaded. Some where in the cave, in close proximity, there was some one with a loaded gun.
Marti stepped in front of Bill, who pushed her aside, giving her a look that told her she was stupid to be so protective of some one practically twice her size.
Every one was on edge, knowing there was nothing they could do if whoever it was used that shot.
"Jack…" Will's voice was hushed, and Jack's head snapped to his friend's direction, "…Where's Savannah?"
Jack's heart sunk. He, and every one else looked to where Savannah had been standing seeing only the book she had translated, it's pages flicking in the breeze.
"Savannah? Flint's here?" Bill asked urgently,
"We wouldn't have gotten here if it weren't for…"
"…Me." Savannah appeared, from behind a large wooden chest. She stood on the chest, and sure enough, there was her pistol. Her grandfather's pistol. No one knew she had it with her. If they had, Jack for one might have guessed something was wrong. She never used that pistol. She hadn't used it since Joseph had died. Savannah smiled, unpleasantly. "Alright there Bill?"
Ha ha ha ha!
W_T_I_S_M, dude, here's the deal, you have Orlando, I'll have Johnny, Savvy? He he!
U_ne_korn, I have actually already said that I know this fact, but thanks for mentioning it, full marks for observation! What I had done by mistake was said that Port Royale was in England, and that Jack had met Will there and some other stuff.
For further reference, I do know that Will, Liz, and that lot are originally from England!
Anyways, don't you just hate me for that chapter?
I'd say sorry, but I am so not. This has to be my favourite one.
Anyways, I'll update tomorrow. Maybe. Or maybe I'll just give it a few days… he he he.
Savvy Z!