Chapter 38: Bond(age)ing with the Writer
Bootstrap was just about to finally go in there and see what had happened to his son, when suddenly Will, Elizabeth and James burst out from behind the Inn, spotted him, and then dived into the carriage.
"Drive, dad, drive!" Will said, holding Elizabeth to him as they leapt into the cart. All right, I get the message, James thought, irritably, as he seated himself. Bootstrap pulled the coat tightly around him to hopefully stop himself from being recognized.
"What about Davy and Tia?" He asked.
"If they're not here already, it's too late." Will shrugged, "Come on! Let's go! The Suethor's going to be out here any minute!" This prompted Bootstrap into whipping the horses, and soon, the carriage disappeared into the mist.
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"What... what's going on?" Davy Jones shook his head, and looked up at Tia Dalma, and noticed that he was lying on her legs. He hastily got up, and glanced around, not recognizing the dank alleyway.
"Your coffee rush and exaggeration shot just expired. At the same time." Tia sighed, "Causing you to pass out for a minute. And now I expect we have missed our carriage, and have to fend for ourselves."
"...Ah." Davy said. "Well, isn't that a conundrum?"
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"What... am I supposed to do with this?" Beckett asked, holding up what looked like a pile of leather belts, chains and studs, fixed together in some sort of grotesque harness.
"Wear it." Clara said, sweetly.
"But what is it?"
"Ever heard of something called bondage, sweetheart?"
"Uh, no..."
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They'd been cantering through Tortuga for a while now, trying to simply look like a bunch of ordinary Sues, or Background Characters, about on their everyday business. Elizabeth was fingering her neck, where she could still feel sticky skin, and trying to wipe the disgusting worm-guts off of her bare foot. Will had suddenly remembered that he was wearing a stiletto heel, and that he'd left one boot down in the cages. And James had realized he still had Tia's sack-of-flame, and felt a little guilty about it.
"Shouldn't we go find Tia and Davy?" He asked, glancing around.
"I am not opening these curtains." Will said, nodding towards said curtains, which stopped anyone from seeing inside, "You try being stuck in a cage full of brain-eating worms, and see how you like it."
"...Ok, ok... But we still have Tia's flame essence. We could use her help." James said, tactfully.
"I think me, my dad and Elizabeth are just going to try getting back to the canon world, alright?" Will said, frowning. He didn't like James that much, you can tell, can't you?
"Will, don't be so rude," Elizabeth sighed at last, "We can't just leave James here to fend for himself. I don't know what to do though..."
"First, let's all just get somewhere safe where we can talk about it, right?" Bootstrap suggested, leading the horse down another cobblestone road, through the misty streets. He was feeling edgy; this mist was creeping him out. Who knew what could be lurking in the shadows...?
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"Davy... I think we should just get out of this fanfiction. Back into the canon world." Tia said, turning to him.
"Yes... but there is that little problem of me being a wee bit dead." Davy said, folding his arms. "I'm not as dumb as Beckett, you know!" Way to smash up that fourth wall, Davy. Grr.
"Sure you're not." Tia muttered. Then she turned to him with her little smile. "But you know that I would bring you back to me, Davy. You gave me your heart when you fell into the heart of the ocean... my heart."
"I..." Davy wasn't sure what to say then. He nodded, slowly. "Alright. We can go back to the canon world together."
Aww, it's so goddamn sweet for a ravaging sea-goddess and sadistic half-octopus...
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"For god's sake Cutler, it doesn't go over your clothes..."
NB: This is a rather in-between chapter. And also, of course, an oppertunity to put hideous images into your head. Have fun now...
Tune in next time for... Chapter 39 - Gary Stuness