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Chapter...10?
"We have to do something!" Elizabeth yelled.
Will rubbed his throbbing temples. "For what point and purpose young missy?!" He got up, and began walking from under one patch of palm trees to the next.
"My father is out there, and he will pay almost all of his fortune to see me home." She wiped her now-dried hair out of her face, and sighed. "And those scummy pirates will probably only try to kill him for it, by attacking his ship."
Will glared at her. "Scummy is it?" He shook his head, and then paced across the sand. "Well, you got one thing right. They will attack his ship, but knowing Jack's crew, they will overtake his ship. Hell, if they wanted to, the Pearl could easily take on half the navy if given the advantage."
Elizabeth couldn't say anything for a moment, but painfully for Will, that moment was short-lived. "So you admit that those pirates will take everything from me, and perhaps even the life of my father?"
Will looked up at her, his dark eyes flashing. "If you call that admitting, I guess so."
Elizabeth turned her back on him, furious. "Than I wish I was back on that dratted ship, so that I could at least be ransomed, and not be in such foul company."
Will laughed nastily. "Oh, so that's how it is?" He walked up to her, and turned her by the shoulders to face him. "Without me there, by now I am sure you would be worse than dead Miss Swan." He pushed her away. "And you should be glad for my company, since it was me who saved you from sinking to the bottom of Davy Jones's locker!"
Now any normal girl would have cowered in Will Turner's anger, but not Elizabeth Swan. She was too gutsy for it. "And you would have been fed to the sharks!" She yelled, her eyes blazing. "And so the world would have been rid of one more filthy, foul-smelling, horrid, ill-mannered, unshaven, PIRATE!"
Will writhed in his anger. Who in the world did this girl think she was? He'd killed men for less! "I-" He bit his lip, and wrung his hands at her. "Am not foul-smelling!" With that, he stalked off. Or as far as the tiny island would permit, which wasn't far.
"But you know how we can save him!" Elizabeth ran after him. "You kidnaped the governor of Tortuga, evaded five agents of the East India Trading Company, and escaped hanging numerous times!" She paused, looking up almost pleadingly into his eyes. "I know you can help me save my father."
Will paused, glancing down at her. "First," He said, more calmly this time. "Every pirate and his brother has kidnaped the Governor of Tortuga. It's sorta like a game we play. Secondly, I wouldn't believe all the rumors ya can hear love." With that, he walked around her again.
Elizabeth cursed under her breath and rolled her eyes. "So you're a fake!" She paused, glancing at his back. "Of course, I shouldn't be surprised." She murmured, "It hasn't been the first time I was wrong about who you REALLY were."
Will turned so fast he kicked up sand. "If you mean when we were back at Port Royal, you were lying just as much as I!"
Elizabeth walked right up to him. "You told me you were a sailor! Not a pirate."
Will shrugged. "There isn't much of a difference!"
"A sailor doesn't steal for his living!" Elizabeth countered, shaking her slender index finger at his face. "He works for his pay!"
"And you aint just a mere noble-woman!" Will said. "There is a big difference between a rich lady of the islands, and the blasted Governor's daughter!"
"I never said I was a rich-woman." Elizabeth objected.
"You never said you wasn't!" Will answered.
"Well, what's the difference?!"
"A PIRATE, made good could eventually court a rich woman." Will said. " But the governor's daughter, who happened to be engaged to the Commodore of the Island, is rather out of reach. Because the Commodore would have the pirate hanged even after he had made good."
Elizabeth paused. "Hold on, how did you know about-"
Will's eyes flared. "We pirates have grape vines missy."
"Well, I haven't answered him yet!" Elizabeth yelled.
Will threw his hands in the air, aggravated.
Elizabeth closed her lips into a determined line, crossing her arms. The two of them had been shouting at each other and standing less than three feet away at the same time, so the silence was very loud. "So, are any of the stories true? Are you in any way what people say you are?"
Will looked at her, his glare hard. "What people say?" He rolled up one of his sleeves, and to Elizabeth's surprise, showed on his wrist a brand of a P. Then he lifted his shirt, showing what at first Elizabeth thought to be claw marks on his side but then identified them as a scars left from the maws of a shark. Finally he pulled at his collar, displaying three ugly blotches across his shoulder which were undoubtedly left behind from bullet wounds.
"I am Will Turner." Will said coldly. "First mate to Jack Sparrow, who is Captain of the Black Pearl." He paused. "I am a pirate."
Elizabeth looked at him, finally growing silent. Will pushed past her again, but this time she didn't follow him. Instead she looked out across the shimmering blue Caribbean. What type of fate had led her to this? She was abandoned on an island, the young man she had met turned out to be a pirate, and she now was parched.
"Elizabeth." Will called from behind her.
"It's Miss Swan." Elizabeth said, not turning around.
"Okay. Fine." Will muttered. "Miss Swan. Are you thirsty?"
"Yes." Elizabeth answered.
"Than here."
A bottle rolled down the beach beside her, and Elizabeth dived to pick it up. As soon as she had it in her hands, she noticed it to be rum. She glanced up at Will, who had a bottle in each hand. "What's this?"
Will rolled his eyes. "What does it look like?"
Elizabeth examined the dusty bottle. "It looks like rum."
"Well than that's what it is." Will answered.
"But how is it here?" Elizabeth asked, struggling to uncork the bottle.
Will walked over to her, setting his bottles in the sand, and taking the stubborn bottle from Elizabeth's hands. "Rum runners, love." Without so much as a grimace, he uncorked the bottle and gave it back to her.
"And how do you know about this stash?" Elizabeth asked.
Will retrieved his bottles from the sand, and grinned. "Let's just say I've stayed here before." With that, he clinked one of his bottles against hers, threw back his head, and drank down some of the cheap rum.
Elizabeth sighed. "Drink up me hearties, yo-ho."
Will paused. "What was that?"
***FIVE HOURS LATER***
Chapter...10?
"We have to do something!" Elizabeth yelled.
Will rubbed his throbbing temples. "For what point and purpose young missy?!" He got up, and began walking from under one patch of palm trees to the next.
"My father is out there, and he will pay almost all of his fortune to see me home." She wiped her now-dried hair out of her face, and sighed. "And those scummy pirates will probably only try to kill him for it, by attacking his ship."
Will glared at her. "Scummy is it?" He shook his head, and then paced across the sand. "Well, you got one thing right. They will attack his ship, but knowing Jack's crew, they will overtake his ship. Hell, if they wanted to, the Pearl could easily take on half the navy if given the advantage."
Elizabeth couldn't say anything for a moment, but painfully for Will, that moment was short-lived. "So you admit that those pirates will take everything from me, and perhaps even the life of my father?"
Will looked up at her, his dark eyes flashing. "If you call that admitting, I guess so."
Elizabeth turned her back on him, furious. "Than I wish I was back on that dratted ship, so that I could at least be ransomed, and not be in such foul company."
Will laughed nastily. "Oh, so that's how it is?" He walked up to her, and turned her by the shoulders to face him. "Without me there, by now I am sure you would be worse than dead Miss Swan." He pushed her away. "And you should be glad for my company, since it was me who saved you from sinking to the bottom of Davy Jones's locker!"
Now any normal girl would have cowered in Will Turner's anger, but not Elizabeth Swan. She was too gutsy for it. "And you would have been fed to the sharks!" She yelled, her eyes blazing. "And so the world would have been rid of one more filthy, foul-smelling, horrid, ill-mannered, unshaven, PIRATE!"
Will writhed in his anger. Who in the world did this girl think she was? He'd killed men for less! "I-" He bit his lip, and wrung his hands at her. "Am not foul-smelling!" With that, he stalked off. Or as far as the tiny island would permit, which wasn't far.
"But you know how we can save him!" Elizabeth ran after him. "You kidnaped the governor of Tortuga, evaded five agents of the East India Trading Company, and escaped hanging numerous times!" She paused, looking up almost pleadingly into his eyes. "I know you can help me save my father."
Will paused, glancing down at her. "First," He said, more calmly this time. "Every pirate and his brother has kidnaped the Governor of Tortuga. It's sorta like a game we play. Secondly, I wouldn't believe all the rumors ya can hear love." With that, he walked around her again.
Elizabeth cursed under her breath and rolled her eyes. "So you're a fake!" She paused, glancing at his back. "Of course, I shouldn't be surprised." She murmured, "It hasn't been the first time I was wrong about who you REALLY were."
Will turned so fast he kicked up sand. "If you mean when we were back at Port Royal, you were lying just as much as I!"
Elizabeth walked right up to him. "You told me you were a sailor! Not a pirate."
Will shrugged. "There isn't much of a difference!"
"A sailor doesn't steal for his living!" Elizabeth countered, shaking her slender index finger at his face. "He works for his pay!"
"And you aint just a mere noble-woman!" Will said. "There is a big difference between a rich lady of the islands, and the blasted Governor's daughter!"
"I never said I was a rich-woman." Elizabeth objected.
"You never said you wasn't!" Will answered.
"Well, what's the difference?!"
"A PIRATE, made good could eventually court a rich woman." Will said. " But the governor's daughter, who happened to be engaged to the Commodore of the Island, is rather out of reach. Because the Commodore would have the pirate hanged even after he had made good."
Elizabeth paused. "Hold on, how did you know about-"
Will's eyes flared. "We pirates have grape vines missy."
"Well, I haven't answered him yet!" Elizabeth yelled.
Will threw his hands in the air, aggravated.
Elizabeth closed her lips into a determined line, crossing her arms. The two of them had been shouting at each other and standing less than three feet away at the same time, so the silence was very loud. "So, are any of the stories true? Are you in any way what people say you are?"
Will looked at her, his glare hard. "What people say?" He rolled up one of his sleeves, and to Elizabeth's surprise, showed on his wrist a brand of a P. Then he lifted his shirt, showing what at first Elizabeth thought to be claw marks on his side but then identified them as a scars left from the maws of a shark. Finally he pulled at his collar, displaying three ugly blotches across his shoulder which were undoubtedly left behind from bullet wounds.
"I am Will Turner." Will said coldly. "First mate to Jack Sparrow, who is Captain of the Black Pearl." He paused. "I am a pirate."
Elizabeth looked at him, finally growing silent. Will pushed past her again, but this time she didn't follow him. Instead she looked out across the shimmering blue Caribbean. What type of fate had led her to this? She was abandoned on an island, the young man she had met turned out to be a pirate, and she now was parched.
"Elizabeth." Will called from behind her.
"It's Miss Swan." Elizabeth said, not turning around.
"Okay. Fine." Will muttered. "Miss Swan. Are you thirsty?"
"Yes." Elizabeth answered.
"Than here."
A bottle rolled down the beach beside her, and Elizabeth dived to pick it up. As soon as she had it in her hands, she noticed it to be rum. She glanced up at Will, who had a bottle in each hand. "What's this?"
Will rolled his eyes. "What does it look like?"
Elizabeth examined the dusty bottle. "It looks like rum."
"Well than that's what it is." Will answered.
"But how is it here?" Elizabeth asked, struggling to uncork the bottle.
Will walked over to her, setting his bottles in the sand, and taking the stubborn bottle from Elizabeth's hands. "Rum runners, love." Without so much as a grimace, he uncorked the bottle and gave it back to her.
"And how do you know about this stash?" Elizabeth asked.
Will retrieved his bottles from the sand, and grinned. "Let's just say I've stayed here before." With that, he clinked one of his bottles against hers, threw back his head, and drank down some of the cheap rum.
Elizabeth sighed. "Drink up me hearties, yo-ho."
Will paused. "What was that?"
***FIVE HOURS LATER***