Are You *Sure* This is What We're Looking For?
By: The Megs
Chapter 3: Of a Ready Supper and Odd Parties
Disclaimer: We've been through this drill haven't we? Although I have every intention of buying off the lives of all the characters and therefore having every right to do with them as I please, I haven't as of yet and Disney has referred me to a psychiatrist. I'll try again tomorrow.
AN: Read and review if FF.net ever decides to put my story where people can see it. stupid ff.net. filthy slimy mangy cur. No nonononono I didn't mean it!
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A light tapping sounded on the door and a definite female voice said things about supper being ready and attending, and the inflection at the end made a question, but Will hadn't heard enough of it to answer except with a dry, stumbling "alright". He had had a close call earlier, and didn't much fancy it happening again. Really. if he found out. He figured it best not to steep Jack in curiosity though, because he knew the man would stop at no ends to find something out if indeed he wasn't informed, so it would probably be best if he wasn't late to supper.
"Will! So nice to see you've graced us with your presence! Here, we saved ya a seat by me." Jack greeted warmly. He had to be one of the very few pirate captains that ate with the crew.
"Thanks very much Captain, it's nice to be on board the Pearl and not be locked in the brig."
"Yes, I 'spose a stay in there could dampen anyone's holiday, or adventure, as it were."
"Especially when you're supposed to be the captain of the ship." Will said wryly.
"Now we'll not be bringin' up such trifles over dinner, 's not the place for it." Jack came back, clearly somewhat embarrassed.
"Alright then, change of subject. What's the next port we'll be coming into?"
"Candle. Should be there in a day, if the weather holds nicely."
"Port. Candle?" Will's face visibly whitened, a kind of ashy complexion taking hold.
"Aye. Be there any. problem.. with it Turner?" Jack's own expression gave nothing away, but it was the second time Will had been acting oddly in front of him, and the third time's a charm.
"'Course not, just took me a little off guard, 's all."
"Ah. Well in that case, I'm off to the helm, but you may want to rest a little more so that you aren't too weary when we go ashore."
"I may presently.. I think I'm going to walk the deck for a time first."
"As you wish mate. Now if you'll excuse me, the wheel is calling to her captain."
"Is she now? Y'may want to see the doctor when we stop in Candle, Jack."
Jack grinned, a flash of gold blinking for a split second.
"That's Captain Jack to you mate."
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"Welcome to Port Candle, please deposit your shilling and give us your name."
Jack sneaked a small grin at Will before looking the man square in the eye and replying "That'd be Mr. Jones. Davey, that is." He flipped the man his shilling, walked by (with Will and Anamaria following, snickering) grabbed the man's purse, and kept going. It'd be a full ten minutes before the poor guy figured out his mistake.
Immediately upon entering the small town, the sound of music could be heard ringing through the air, a lilting sort of tune that usually accompanied some "high-toned and fancy to-do". Jack could see it now, women clad in a few too many skirts, dancing with men whose collars were undoubtedly too tight, while making small talk about events that nobody really cared about.
"What say we crash the party, gentlemen?" He asked, already prancing towards the sound.
"I take offense to that captain, but it sounds like fun, at any cost." Anamaria replied.
"And what say you to that W-" he started, turning. "Will? Now where'd he run off to?"
"Said something' about needing to pick up a few things, meet us back at the ship or some other what have you. Odd little sort he is. Don't remember him bein' like this before."
"That's because he wasn't, love. Ah well, we have a party to attend."
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Jack walked up near the dance floor, made a theatrical bow to Anamaria, and took her hands, then began whirling her in a slightly more upbeat version to the waltz through the crowd. Startled gasps and "what's he doing here"s and "were they invited"s could be heard all around them, but nothing stood out so much as the singular, solitary, LOUD..
"JACK!"
"Well!! If it isn't the little strumpet herself!!" He sized up her dance partner quickly, then politely (for him, anyway) asked if he could cut in, giving him Anamaria before he could protest. She'd keep him busy for a while. He then resumed dancing with his new partner.
"Strumpet? Why you filthy wretch!"
"Love!! That's no way to talk to your old friend! Honestly, the only reason I came over here when you called.. or rather.. yelled. was to tell you what a stupid little girl you are for letting young William go."
A dramatic dip, a spin, and then she spoke again.
"I let him go? What's in your head? Been out in the sun too long again? I didn't leave him. he left me."
Jack stopped dead.
"What doy'mean by that? He said when you heard of the little adventure I was taking him on, you broke the engagement." He dark eyes studied her intently..
"Quite the opposite Mr. Sparrow. Actually, he left because he didn't want me."
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End Chapter 3
AN: *Kicks muse* I promise it'll get better! Really I do!
By: The Megs
Chapter 3: Of a Ready Supper and Odd Parties
Disclaimer: We've been through this drill haven't we? Although I have every intention of buying off the lives of all the characters and therefore having every right to do with them as I please, I haven't as of yet and Disney has referred me to a psychiatrist. I'll try again tomorrow.
AN: Read and review if FF.net ever decides to put my story where people can see it. stupid ff.net. filthy slimy mangy cur. No nonononono I didn't mean it!
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A light tapping sounded on the door and a definite female voice said things about supper being ready and attending, and the inflection at the end made a question, but Will hadn't heard enough of it to answer except with a dry, stumbling "alright". He had had a close call earlier, and didn't much fancy it happening again. Really. if he found out. He figured it best not to steep Jack in curiosity though, because he knew the man would stop at no ends to find something out if indeed he wasn't informed, so it would probably be best if he wasn't late to supper.
"Will! So nice to see you've graced us with your presence! Here, we saved ya a seat by me." Jack greeted warmly. He had to be one of the very few pirate captains that ate with the crew.
"Thanks very much Captain, it's nice to be on board the Pearl and not be locked in the brig."
"Yes, I 'spose a stay in there could dampen anyone's holiday, or adventure, as it were."
"Especially when you're supposed to be the captain of the ship." Will said wryly.
"Now we'll not be bringin' up such trifles over dinner, 's not the place for it." Jack came back, clearly somewhat embarrassed.
"Alright then, change of subject. What's the next port we'll be coming into?"
"Candle. Should be there in a day, if the weather holds nicely."
"Port. Candle?" Will's face visibly whitened, a kind of ashy complexion taking hold.
"Aye. Be there any. problem.. with it Turner?" Jack's own expression gave nothing away, but it was the second time Will had been acting oddly in front of him, and the third time's a charm.
"'Course not, just took me a little off guard, 's all."
"Ah. Well in that case, I'm off to the helm, but you may want to rest a little more so that you aren't too weary when we go ashore."
"I may presently.. I think I'm going to walk the deck for a time first."
"As you wish mate. Now if you'll excuse me, the wheel is calling to her captain."
"Is she now? Y'may want to see the doctor when we stop in Candle, Jack."
Jack grinned, a flash of gold blinking for a split second.
"That's Captain Jack to you mate."
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"Welcome to Port Candle, please deposit your shilling and give us your name."
Jack sneaked a small grin at Will before looking the man square in the eye and replying "That'd be Mr. Jones. Davey, that is." He flipped the man his shilling, walked by (with Will and Anamaria following, snickering) grabbed the man's purse, and kept going. It'd be a full ten minutes before the poor guy figured out his mistake.
Immediately upon entering the small town, the sound of music could be heard ringing through the air, a lilting sort of tune that usually accompanied some "high-toned and fancy to-do". Jack could see it now, women clad in a few too many skirts, dancing with men whose collars were undoubtedly too tight, while making small talk about events that nobody really cared about.
"What say we crash the party, gentlemen?" He asked, already prancing towards the sound.
"I take offense to that captain, but it sounds like fun, at any cost." Anamaria replied.
"And what say you to that W-" he started, turning. "Will? Now where'd he run off to?"
"Said something' about needing to pick up a few things, meet us back at the ship or some other what have you. Odd little sort he is. Don't remember him bein' like this before."
"That's because he wasn't, love. Ah well, we have a party to attend."
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Jack walked up near the dance floor, made a theatrical bow to Anamaria, and took her hands, then began whirling her in a slightly more upbeat version to the waltz through the crowd. Startled gasps and "what's he doing here"s and "were they invited"s could be heard all around them, but nothing stood out so much as the singular, solitary, LOUD..
"JACK!"
"Well!! If it isn't the little strumpet herself!!" He sized up her dance partner quickly, then politely (for him, anyway) asked if he could cut in, giving him Anamaria before he could protest. She'd keep him busy for a while. He then resumed dancing with his new partner.
"Strumpet? Why you filthy wretch!"
"Love!! That's no way to talk to your old friend! Honestly, the only reason I came over here when you called.. or rather.. yelled. was to tell you what a stupid little girl you are for letting young William go."
A dramatic dip, a spin, and then she spoke again.
"I let him go? What's in your head? Been out in the sun too long again? I didn't leave him. he left me."
Jack stopped dead.
"What doy'mean by that? He said when you heard of the little adventure I was taking him on, you broke the engagement." He dark eyes studied her intently..
"Quite the opposite Mr. Sparrow. Actually, he left because he didn't want me."
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End Chapter 3
AN: *Kicks muse* I promise it'll get better! Really I do!
