A Twist of the Curse
By Gwaina Baggins
Yeah, it's updated. *sighs* I am so sorry you guys. I really do have an excuse. FF.net shut down my account as weird as that sounds. I posted some bloopers (as some of you know and I love all of those people who reviewed) and my account was shut down. As I waited for that to get restarted, school started back up again as well as homework (pain, pain). Then, after much stressing, I started getting sick. I don't know what was wrong with me, but I was feeling awful..... I'm mostly better now, just very tired all the time. I know those aren't real excuses but it's a long chapter.
*sniffles and looks ready to cry* Thanks for all the nice reviews. They really make my day. *hugs everyone and gives them a Jack plushie* You guys are so great to me...... *big puppy dog eyes filled with tears* I wouldn't trade you for anything!
Here's your chapter. Hopefully I will get the next chapter up soon. For now though, I have to go write a report on Byzantine art....... fun......
One warning though, I must tell you right now.... I have not beta'd this chapter except for sending it through spell check. In other words, there will be mistakes, some more obvious than others. When I have the time, I'll go and check them and repost this chapter but for now *bows head* please forgive me. I gotta get this report done.....
"So, do we have a deal?"
Elizabeth stared at Will avoiding eye contact with both Bootstrap and Jack. She took in his every feature, trying to forget how pale he was and how the gash marred his brow. She tried to concentrate on how much she loved him, not how his breath wheezed when he breathed and how he would try to struggle against Bootstrap's strong arms. She was trying to focus on how much she loved him, not how the blood trickled from the cut upon his neck, and how the sword was still dangerously close to slitting his throat. Swallowing hard, she looked Bootstrap in the eye, defiance in her every feature.
Jack reached out a hand. "What say you, missy, a deal or not?" He waited silently for her to shake, knowing that she would. Ah, young ones in love; too afraid to admit it to each other and ignoring the obvious signs.
Elizabeth wrinkled a nose at Jack's dirty hand. She was doing this for Will, not for him and she was going to make that all too clear. Grasping it firmly which was very unladylike, she shook. "Yes, a deal."
Bootstrap let out a sigh of relief, and lowered his sword. Every time Will shuddered or coughed, he had been afraid that the young man would slit his own throat by accident. Bootstrap wasn't sure what he would've done; well, other than panic. Tossing the sword onto the ground, he used his now free hand to support his son.
Elizabeth scowled at both Jack and Bill, and let out a small huff of breath. What in the world did they think she could do when the ship arrived? Though she was the governor's daughter, it was VERY unlikely that they would listen to her. Well, she would to her best for Will's sake. Just watching him in such a state made her feel terrible and the thought of losing him was completely unbearable.
"Now, if you gentlemen don't mind," Elizabeth said, trying not to let the fear show in her voice; bitter resentment was in the words instead. "I think that Will would be much better off lying down."
Bootstrap nodded silently, knowing better than to argue. First off, it was never intelligent to argue with a woman with a fiery temper and a stubborn will like Elizabeth. Second off, she was quite right. Will was not getting any better, and if anything, he seemed worse. He had ceased struggling but the pirate would have preferred a struggle to the limp, lifelessness that had overtaken the boy now. From what Bootstrap could judge, his cheeks were nearly red with fever.
"You're right, missy," he said politely. "Why don't ye help me find a good place for him to stay?"
Jack smirked and laughed. "After all Miss Elizabeth, you won't be able to kiss him if he don't get better." His laughter ended as the sound of skin making contact with skin rang through the air.
Elizabeth stormed back up from shore towards the trees that were not on fire, her hand red. How dare he say something like that? The nerve of him! I hate him! she thought furiously. Why does he have to be right? Wait, no! He isn't right. Oh..... Several very unladylike curses ran through her mind and she sat down with a plop pouting. I would see him hung, she thought, her lips pursed. If he wasn't such a good man underneath it all.
Bill looked over at Jack who was nursing a slapped cheek. The loveliest imprint of a hand was forming there, and Bill shook his head. It wasn't a shake of sympathy. Indeed, it was a shake of 'how stupid can you be?'
"You had that coming and you deserved it, mate," Bootstrap commented as he hefted Will into his arms.
"I get slapped for sleeping with different women, I get slapped for borrowing a ship, and I get slapped for stating the truth!" Jack cried as he and Bootstrap started back up the island. "Is there anything I don't deserve a slap for?!"
Bootstrap looked thoughtful for a moment and then shook his head. "Not anything I can think of off the top of my head." Sighing as the moonlight shone on him again, he chose to ignore whatever Jack's response would be.
Jack, actually, for his mostly good temperament, was rather fed up with everything. Pulling out his gun, he went to pull the trigger only to remember that Bootstrap wouldn't die, Elizabeth was his only way off the island and he would be stuck with two people on a rampage if he so much as touched Will. Shoving it in his belt, he stormed off towards the end of the island, feeling irritable.
"Bloody awful island," he muttered, kicking a bit of sand. "Bloody awful girl. Bloody awful life."
There was a heavy darkness hanging all around him, and it was burning hot to the touch. No matter how much he tried, or how far he wandered, he could never get relief from the burning heat and the muddled confusion that hung around his mind. Everything felt so strange and out of proportion and the darkness just made it all worse. What he really wanted to do was to find something to cool off with. Anything, as long as it was not hot like the darkness.
A drink. He wanted a drink terribly. Just a small cup of water would be wonderful. It would send the heat away, even if it were only for a bit. Somehow, he knew he would have to find someone to ask for him to receive water but no one seemed to be in the blackness with him. He was all alone. Wandering and mumbling to himself, he tried to find one kind soul that might give him just a sip. Now, all he wanted was a sip.
Soon, it became only a drop. A drop of water would do. He could die in peace then if he only had a small drop of water. He had long since decided that he was indeed dying. The pain in his body was so great, and the darkness so thick and the heat so unbearable. There was no way he was going to survive this. It was so hot that it was hard to breath, and the darkness was so thick that it hurt his head. All he wanted was a drop of water and he could pass on.
Yet, for some reason, his body was not giving up. Even though he was miserable beyond compare, his spirit did not seem to want to flee. Why? Why could he not just give up? Why could his ailing form just finally give in to the pressures? A fever fogged mind tried to find an answer for he knew there was one. However, every time he managed to grasp it, it would slip between his fingers like water.
Somehow he knew it was a person that he was holding out for. Who this person was or why he was holding out for them was beyond him. He rationalized that he really had to care for this person, and that this person was incredibly important. A picture of a woman flashed before him, and he knew her but could not name her. All he knew was that the reason he was not giving up yet was because she was special.
And as weird as it seemed, that was all he needed to know.
Elizabeth gently laid Will's head in her lap once again as Bootstrap settled the young man back on the ground. She could not help but flinch when she looked at Bootstrap's face. The moon was fully out and the curse was fully visible. Bones and rotting skin were clearly shown through the now moth eaten dress. Bootstrap seemed ashamed of his appearance and when he saw Elizabeth staring, he quickly moved from the moonlight. Hiding his true form, he stood underneath the shade of one of the still standing trees.
It was so remarkable what the shade did. The man's face was whole again, and though it was older, it held Will's characteristics. A beard that had been thin was now full again, and wild hair that had just barely been clinging to dead skin and white bone was thick. The dress was whole once more, and though it was dirty, it was no longer decaying. Looking down at Will and then back up at his father, she shook her head. They were so very similar.
Bootstrap sat down, and made sure he had organized himself in such a way that the moonlight would not hit him at all. He stared down at his son, biting his lip when he saw the bloody cut that marred his throat. What if William had coughed when he had been pressing or had struggled to hard? He did not want to think about it but it lingered on his mind.
Trying to think of something other than nearly killing his son he whispered, "How hot is he missy?"
"Too hot," she replied softly, trying to be civil. She was still quite upset with Bootstrap but it was so obvious he really cared for Will. "He needs a physician."
Bootstrap sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment. He already knew that Will needed a doctor. He knew nothing of healing, and he doubted that Jack knew much more; and since Elizabeth was not jumping to do something, he assumed she was just as clueless. "Do you really think that ship of yours will be coming soon?"
Elizabeth scowled at the mention of the ship, and once again remembered that she was still being threatened by this man. "I am not omniscient. It will be here when it gets here." Please be soon.......I cannot bear this much longer.
She must hate me, Bootstrap thought sadly. I guess if I was in her situation I would hate me too but still....... His thoughts trailed off as a soft moan caught his attention. Will's face was twitching and his eyes slowly fluttered open. Bootstrap wasn't sure if he should feel relieved about this or not. A mixture of the two seemed appropriate. Happy because it meant that Will was not quite as bad off as he seemed and worried because consciousness meant the boy would be in pain again.
Will stared up at Elizabeth but he didn't seem to recognize her at all. His eyes were clouded with both pain and fever. His lips started to move sluggishly, and with much effort he managed to utter a single word. "W-water?"
Elizabeth looked over at Bootstrap, her eyes wide. There was no water on the island, and the only bit of drink they had (rum, but a drink none the less) had been burned. Feeling utterly helpless and miserable, Elizabeth ran a hand down Will's face.
"I'm so sorry Will," she whispered. "I don't have any."
Whether or not Will heard her words, she did not know. His eyes continued to stare up at her, and the longer they watched her, the more she felt her heart ache. She wished she could give him some water, or even some rum. Sighing, she let her hand rest on his forehead.
"I'm so sorry Will," she repeated. "So sorry."
Bootstrap watched all of this from his place under the tree, fighting his impulse to go over and sit with Will. His only son was lying there, probably dying, and there was nothing he could do about it. The moonlight turned him into a monster, a monster that scared the boy terribly. Turning his gaze towards the sky, he scanned the moon and the stars. Someday, he thought determinedly. I will walk beneath you without worrying about such things. It was then that on the horizon, he saw something that made his heart lighter. Clouds were approaching; thick, dark clouds, probably filled with rain, but they were clouds; and those clouds would cover the moon.
Let 'em come before the English ship does then, the pirate prayed.
Jack paced along the shore of the island, scuffing the sand with his feet. He had calmed down a bit but he was not ready to go anywhere near Bill or Elizabeth. He still needed time alone to think and to completely cool off. There had to be a way out of this mess, some innocent, easy way. Coming across his discarded sword, he picked it up and stared at it. A bit of blood still rested on the blade, and seawater and sand clung to it as well. Frowning, he used his shirt to clean it as he walked.
A raft! He could make a raft! Yes, he could cut down a few of the remaining trees, lash them together and push out to sea. Even as he thought it, the idea sounded completely ridiculously. First off, where in the world was he going to get some rope? Haha, it was very funny to say human hair from his back, but he was being realistic now. His clothing perhaps? He could tear his shirt into strips and use his sash; no, that still wouldn't be enough.
Secondly, how was he going to manage to hack down enough trees to sail off before one of the ships arrived? It was impossible. Jack was an eternal optimist in many ways but there was no way in heaven or hell that he would be able to hack down trees with his sword that quickly. Grumbling under his breath, he stuffed his sword back in it's sheathe and wracked his brain for other ideas.
He could hide. There was a rational thought. He could hide in the cache and then no one would find him. Yes, it was a very good idea. However, his brain reminded him; currently the cache was surrounded by a six foot wall of fire. Once again, he damned Elizabeth. The lighter part of him wondered if roasting to death would be less painful than being hanged. Well, I really suppose it would all depend on whether or not the flames consumed me quickly or not, the pirate thought. GAH! What am I doing? This isn't the time, Jack, get a grip. You ARE the best pirate in the Caribbean! YOU ARE CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW! You can think of something.
Sitting down and letting his legs splay out before him, he let out a huff of breath. Next to him a coconut sat forlornly rocking back and forth as the waves washed in and out.
"You too, eh mate?" Jack said to the coconut. "Well, at least I'm not alone." He picked up the coconut and stared at the three little black dots which oddly resembled two eyes and a nose, or perhaps a mouth. "However, I think they would have a harder time hanging you than me. After all, you lack the neck needed to strangle you efficiently. But you know what; you can provide me with something that will make me feel better..... Would you do that mate?"
Just to indulge himself, Jack made the coconut move back and forth in his hand, almost in a nodding motion. "That's a good lad." Drawing his sword, he jammed it through the top of the coconut and sniffed the inside. It smelled as though it was still good and at the moment, he was thirsty enough to drink just about anything. Pressing the hole he had made to his mouth, he sipped up the bit of milk that lingered in the coconut.
"Thank you," he said to the coconut. "You are a good friend! Now quickly! Escape!" He tossed the empty nut into the air and watched it land in the water. It floated on the surface of the water, and slowly drifted out towards the dark blue oblivion of the ocean.
"AH! That is it!" he cried happily. "I'll make a coconut raft! I'll bind them together with palm tree fronds and-" At this point he cut himself off. "Jack, me mate, you are loosing it and this time, you've only been here for a day."
"Talking to yourself again, Captain?" A voice asked, and Jack turned to see Bootstrap approaching. It was only then that Sparrow noticed the sky was covered by some most interesting and rather dangerous looking clouds.
"Maybe," Jack replied sullenly. "If it be any of your business."
Bootstrap sighed, and settled himself next to his fellow pirate. Jack was drawing in the sand down with his sword. The picture was taking on the form of a ship, with a little stick man standing on it. The little stick man was wearing a hat and had a rather large grin on his face.
"We'll get her back, Captain," Bootstrap comforted. "Don't ye worry about it."
Jack pursed his lips. "I won't get her back if I'm dead."
Bootstrap was a bit startled by this particular statement. He realized that things were rather dreary considering that their only form of rescue would be from law abiding folk but Elizabeth had promised them she would try to get them to the Isle de Muerta. "I doubt you'll be dead anytime soon Captain. You are a bit young for that."
A smile twitched on the Captain's lips. "No one be too young for the hangman. Especially not a man like me." He slowly wiped his blade on his shirt again. "After all, I'm a pirate."
"As am I," Bootstrap pointed out.
"Ah, but you can't die."
"True but sometimes I rather wish that I had died down there. Believe me; ten years at the bottom of the ocean can do things to you."
Jack grinned and looked at the clothing Bootstrap was wearing. "So it appears, mate." He picked up the small wedge of coconut he had cut to make a mouth hole. "Well, at least I've had one last drink before they clap me in irons and send me to my doom."
Bootstrap frowned and his eyebrows formed one firm black line across his forehead. "What do you mean? The rum's burned...."
"Not all drink is just rum and beer, mate," Jack pointed out with a laugh. Oh, had it only been a day or two ago since he was telling Will that not all treasure was silver and gold? "I had me a bit of coconut milk. Not the grandest stuff you can have, but it truly can quench a man's thirst."
An idea hit Bootstrap and he scrambled to his feet. Grabbing Jack by the back of his shirt, he dragged the pirate up as well. "You are brilliant, Jack, really you are."
"Oh, I know that," Jack said, immodestly. Truthfully he had no idea what he had just done but Bootstrap seemed quite pleased about it. "Where are we going?" he continued as Bill started down the beach, his eyes filled with a rather frightening fire.
"We are going to fetch a coconut," Bill said firmly, watching the trees that had not been touched by the fire for some sign of growth. His eyes finally rested on a particularly tall one, which held four ripe looking coconuts at the top of it. Grinning at them, he tried to figure how he would get up there.
Jack stood next to his friend, feeling a bit confused. "Aye, alright, a coconut then; but Bootstrap, mind telling me why you picked the biggest bloody tree on the island?"
"Will needs something to drink," the man replied simply. "Jack, when ye was a lad, weren't you an excellent tree climber?"
Jack pursed his lips, suddenly not liking where this was going at all. "I might have been, why?"
"Well, I be thinking," Bootstrap commented casually. "I be in a dress which will probably hamper my climbing abilities. Since it would be quite ungentlemanly to ask Elizabeth to go up there and Will can barely keep his eyes open, I be thinking......"
"No!" Jack said shaking his head and backing up. "No, I won't do it Bootstrap! I won't do it. I am telling you it ain't worth it! The ship will be here anytime now, and I don't want my neck broken any sooner than it has to be."
Bootstrap grinned internally but outside he simply shook his head. "Ah, well, alright then. I never thought that Captain Jack Sparrow would be defeated by such an easy thing. Just a simple tree; I thought he feared nothing. Well, I suppose everyone has their faults."
There was one thing that people simply didn't do and that thing was blaming Jack Sparrow for being a coward. Jack had a certain sense of pride about him and honor that would not let him back away, at least, not after he had been challenged. A normal person would have said that Bootstrap had simply been commenting, but Jack knew it was a challenge against him. He would show Bill. He was not a coward. He was still the same Jack Sparrow that Bootstrap had been under all those years ago.
Shedding his belt, he handed over his gun and sword to Bootstrap. "If you lose that gun mate, I will find a way to kill ye. I don't know how I'll do it, but believe me; Captain Jack Sparrow can be awfully resourceful."
Bootstrap merely grinned innocently as he watched the Captain scrutinize the tree. Not only would this get a drink for Will but it would also take Jack's mind off of being hanged. It was slightly depressing for the pirate to sit and watch Jack feel depressed. Jack and depressed simply didn't go together.
Jack carefully wrapped his arms around the thin tree, wishing all of the sudden that he had not agreed to this. The tree itself was tall, and thankfully a bit bent. That would make it a bit easier to climb. Grasping the tree firmly, he placed his feet against the trunk and slowly started to drag himself up. Tree climbing, he slowly decided, came back to a person quite quickly. Bit by bit he started going faster and finally he was about half way up the tree. That's when the problem came.
His left foot was pushing him up, when his right decided to slip out from under him. Of course, it has been bound to happen sometime or another. After all, the trunk was smooth and his feet were hard and calloused. His right foot slipped out from under him and his left slipped, giving out as well. Hanging on with only his arms, he looked down and saw exactly how high up he was. Oh, this was bad. Slippery tree trunk, fifteen feet from the ground; he was in for it this time.
Trying to get his wits about him, he tried to get his feet balanced again so he could continue climbing. They refused to move though, and his fingers were starting to slip. Cursing his luck, he continued to struggle only to find that he was slipping faster and faster. Then, his fingers slipped off completely and he only had time to let out one pained yelp before he fell towards the ground.
Bootstrap had seen what was happening, and had immediately tossed Jack's weapons to the ground. Carefully, he placed himself between Jack and the ground. After all, he could work as some sort of cushioning, though really not much. Jack's hands slipped and he let out a yelp as he came crashing down. Bill grunted as the pirate landed on him, and the two of them tumbled to the ground.
"Owie," Jack moaned, not even attempting to drag himself off of his friend. His entire body was aching now, and the tree was looking twice as high.
"Well, that went well," Bootstrap said in a good natured sort of way. "I'd say we get up and try it again."
Jack rolled off of him, and took the time to stare at the cursed pirate incredulously only to find that he was dead serious.
Elizabeth heard footsteps approaching and looked up. She had only just realized that Bootstrap had wandered away from his position under the tree. She had silently pondered how long he had been gone but then had given up on thinking about it. Now, however, she wanted to know who was coming over. If it was Jack, she was either going to smack him again to vent some frustration or apologize for slapping him in the first place. The first sounded like the better idea. If it was Bootstrap, she would simply ignore him, because she really didn't want to talk to him. She was still in shock that he had threatened his own son.
In fact, it was both Bootstrap and Sparrow who were approaching. Bootstrap was looking quite pleased with himself and was carrying something in his arms. Jack was limping a few steps behind him, looking incredibly disgruntled and slightly bruised. He was struggling to get his belt on, and when he saw Elizabeth, his scowl deepened a bit.
"Where have you two been?" Elizabeth demanded. Why do you look so smug, Mr. Turner?
"Getting Will a nice drink," Bootstrap replied happily, showing her the four, perfect coconuts in his arms. "Not perfect, but it'll do him some good."
Jack groaned as he looked at the coconuts and slowly eased himself onto the ground. He ached all over from climbing and well, falling. After the first fall, Bootstrap had urged him back up the tree again, just to watch him flop out of it. Three times he climbed up and then flopped down before finally he managed to get to the coconuts. Then, when he had managed to get to the coconuts, he had to wrestle them off of the tree which proved to be difficult but he managed to do it without falling. Finally, after all of that, he had pulled the last coconut off the tree, and had fallen; again.
Now, he was sore both mentally and physically and Bootstrap wasn't helping anything by standing there looking so pleased. He scowled as his 'friend' took a seat next to him and removed the sword from his belt. Those coconuts were the spawn of the devil. They would belong in hell with Barbosa, or at least, that's what Jack thought. One of the cut coconuts was offered to the brooding pirate but he firmly refused it. He was not going to drink from those evil things. No, never again.
Elizabeth took the drink from Bootstrap immediately, and lifted Will's head. She was very thirsty herself, but she knew that Will needed liquids much more.
"Come on, Will," she coaxed. "Just a small sip and you'll feel better." Pouring a bit in his mouth, she waited to see if he would swallow.
He did quite eagerly, and so she proceeded to give him small sips until the coconut was emptied. Smiling to herself, she laid his head down once more. He seemed much more relaxed now that he had something to drink, and it may have been her imagination, but he seemed less feverish too. Brushing some wayward hair from his face, she smiled at him.
Jack watched this and let out a small snort. He was right, and she smacked him. Come on, he egged on in his mind. Just kiss him already. He'll never remember it anyway. Of course, his plans were foiled when Bootstrap handed her over a second coconut and insisted that she drink something. Elizabeth accepted it, though she gave no sound of thanks. Ungrateful little- Jack thought vulgarly. She could at least thank ME for climbing up in that tree and getting her a coconut. Taking a deep breath, he tried to look on the good side of things. Will is looking a bit healthier. That's good I suppose. With a sigh, he turned his gaze out to the waters. His face twitched spasmodically, and slowly he pulled himself to his feet.
"Well, missy, you be getting your wish," he said to Elizabeth, motioning towards the horizon where the Dauntless was approaching. "Here they come."
TBC.....
See! Long chapter..... *squeaks and runs away*
To my lovely and patient reviewers: *dodges many tomatoes and other such things*
Sandrine Black: Yes, a black slash after the chapter it claims does not exist. It drives me crazy. ^__^ Sorry it took me SO long to update x_x. Life's been crazy. Ehehehe, poor Bootstrap. Can't even go near Will! But hey! Norrington arrives next chapter! Aren't we all happy? *is stared at blankly* Well, I could pretend. ^__^ Thanks so much for the review!
..................: LoL! I think Elizabeth wishes to kill them but of course, she'd rather see Will alive! ^_^ Poor Will, he's so troubled. Perhaps I'll try to fix him a bit sometime soon. Maybe.... I hope? Ehehehehe. ^_^ Thanks for the review!
Leolyn Greenleaf: *hands a wet noodle* Give me sixty or seventy lashes. I deserve it. Really I do! I took forever to update and I left you all hanging! However, I did give you guys a long chapter.....didn't I? *squeaks and runs away in terror* Ooo, pirates coming out of the water. *grins evil like* Hmm....sounds like a really good idea...... LoL! ^_^ I'm glad you liked the chapter though! Sorry for the wait and many thanks for the review!
HaloGatomon: I updated. Where's your update? Huh? Huh? Huh? UPDATE! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOREVER FOR YOU TO UPDATE! I could be sitting here with Legolas dead for the rest of my life waiting for Elrond or Estel to do something! GAH! *runs around holding head* Update, or I'll kill Will!.... *watches reviewers getting out pitchforks* Or how 'bout almost kill him? *squeaks and runs*
Code Name: Anrui Yuy: ^_^ I'm glad you like the story. As for the part between Elizabeth and Will, I'll do my best to get it in if I can. I mean, she's already explained it and all before this but if I am able, I'll get her to explain it again. ^_^ I'm not much of a romance writer so I might screw it up..... just a warning for you ^_~. Many thanks for the review!
melissa greenleaf: WOW! YOU SIGNED IN! *bounces* Yay! *prances around in circles! You signed in and reviewed my story! *feels special* Ehehe, I like the word bloody and use it quite a bit; like you, though, I am not British! YOU ARE NOT ALONE! LoL. You can't find anything to correct? *feels lost* What? I- I .....NO! *runs around in circles* It can't be perfect! AH! My grammar! THANK YOU! There is something wrong folks, don't panic. LoL. ^_^ Well something to improve on then, right? Ooo, to answer your question, no, he wouldn't die if he was shot and then the curse was lifted! I have proof. The guy Barbosa shot through the chest didn't die when the curse was lifted, and Jack didn't die either. So, basically, he is immune to everything! It's great to be Bootstrap I think. EEE! *squeaks* Well, it's updated after....well, a long time! ^__^ Please berate me this time. I always look forward to your reviews! Many thanks!
TC angel face: LoL! No more rum for Jack for it is a vile drink! But hey, he got some coconut milk (which is very good)! Many thanks for the review mellon nin! ^_^
Sehanine Emaroe: Elizabeth will be Elizabeth! ^_^ Ehehe, LOTR people seemed to be pretty attached to this movie. As you can see, I am a LOTR fan girl *points to her name* obviously. Also, I'm a shameless Mary Sue writer. Don't read them, but I write them! ^_^ Heh. You won't find any of those stories on ff.net anymore though. Cookies? More? Will you give me one? Just one is all I'm asking for because I know I've been bad and haven't updated in ages. One lemon filled one *puppy dog eyes*. Thanks for the review ^_^
Lothlaurea: Ehehe, some advice for you mate. When FF.net is being a pain in the arse, try putting a backslash at the end of the address. It usually will bring up what you are looking for if it is there. ^_^ Thank you very much for your review and compliments. I do my best with this! ^_^ Love you lots! Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
Lirenel: I think we all would struggle. I would scream bloody murder. *is a phobic of such things* In fact, I would never be the same..... lol. Thanks for the review!
The-Serious-Padfoot: Poor little Will *clings to him* We wuvs poor little Will. Poor big Will. We luvs him too! ^_^ LoL! I'm really glad you are enjoying this story! *is itching to write a Harry Potter fic but is restraining self* Ehehehe, sorry for the long wait!
dancer 51: LOL! Yes! More Orlando! More Johnny *drools*! Crap! More Keira! *hits head* Well, at least I get to drool over Johnny Depp! *winks* Glad you liked the chapter! Sorry it took me so long to update.
Ssphinxx: I'm sure yours is great. An artist is always his worst critic. ^_^ Updated! Sorry it took so long! School is a pain! I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner, savvy?
PsychoPoet: LOL! *giggles* Yes, innocent chapter filled with colorful insects and radioactive rodents. *laughs* Ehehehe, I suppose its innocent...... YAY! Free to read! That's good! *tries to fool the Orderlies again but fails* Um.....Good luck with them. Really. *huggles dear old Booty* Poor old Bootstrap! YAY! Oh don't you worry, Will won't be getting better in this fic....... I have a little plan for him. *looks at Barbossa and grins* Big Boom! Anyway! Many thanks for the review! Be good!
Trickster-Jaina-Fel: Your sister is a very smart girl. That's what I was wondering about too! *g* Glad you like it! Thanks for the review!
Mystic: *stares* You haven't seen the film? Well you most certainly have by now! After all! It's going out of theatres soon....... *shrugs* Ehehehe, sorry it took so long for me to update. *gives wet noodle* Sixty to seventy lashes.....
Estelle Took: Me? Do something to Will? NEVER! I love Will! *looks at Barbossa* I'd NEVER do ANYTHING to Will! Ehehehehe, you know you love me! ^_^ *looks at the person who has been living in her closet* Hey.....I was wondering what those noises were coming from. LoL. Sorry I took so long to update. School sucks.
Pirate-chicha: Good! Glad you don't cry! ^_^ Sorry it took so long to update -_- Hate school. Should be doing my homework right now actually. Been procrastinating and I have a report due Tuesday! Anyway ^__^ Hope you like the chapter!
Nikki: LoL. Yeah, I guess it's really been a bit slow. Don't worry, the action will come soon enough. *curses* Just gotta get them of this God forsaken spit of land. I wanted to do it this chapter but when it reached 4, 700 words, I decided to stop. After all, I'd have a novel if I didn't! *winks* Thanks for the review!
Firnsarnien: Well, I must comment that I'm glad you updated. *runs around in crazy circles* I was dying to know what happened to Estel. Nearly went iNsAnE ^_~. Of course I didn't write that cliffie on purpose! I'd never do that! Me? I'm innocent! I may be InSaNe but I AM innocent! *giggles* Well, it's posted! It is! You should understand about school! I have signed a paper that says I will do AT LEAST three hours of homework a night.....and I've been doing every bit of that. As for Will...... well, he had some coconut milk..... he'll live.....maybe.... *runs away*
Sarah Rochester: Here's more! ^_^ Thanks for the review!
CaptainCaptainJackSparrow: CAP'AIN! *yells to reviewers* I would like you to meet my captain! Jack Sparrow! Ehehe! Don't worry! I won't torture Jack *wink* too busy torturing Will! *big eyes* Don't snap me shut, Cap'ain. Please! X_x Jack from the movie is hard to portray ^_~ But then again, I could just picture you dressed up.... *giggles* Thanks for the review, mellon nin! See you Tuesday....
Sage32: LoL. Glad this story isn't stupid or pitiful! *winks* Elizabeth was able to smack Jack! ^_^ Hope you liked that bit! Thanks a lot for the review!
Iawen Londea: *g* Will is gonna get help soon! Yay! *bouncy* GOOD STUFF FOR WILL! *looks at the minor cut on his throat* Well, he could be dead! *g* ^_^ Now couldn't he?
William Turner's Angel: It is kinda sad that Bootstrap can't provide poor Will any comfort. *hugs him* But they'll both live.....or at least Bootstrap will. I can't promise anything about dear old Willy boy.... *g* ^_~ Thanks for the review.
Goma-Ryu Immortal Vampire: A whole new case every week? Geez, I couldn't do that! I'd be high 24/7! *giggles* As for my brother, yes, he would make many people be glad not to have one. ^_~ But you gotta love him sometimes. *smiles* Thanks for the review!
LAXgirl: LoL! Most my friends say I'm on crack and that Bootstrap is dead and I should just get over it! However! Apparently I'm not TOO crazy since a lot of other people seem to agree with me! *laughs* Yes, Jack is rather frustrating. Hard to personify because Johnny Depp is such a unique guy. *smiles* But you hafta love him. I'm glad you like Bootstrap's characterization. I really try hard with him because all the really said was that he was a good man but a pirate. Well, Will might get better......might. Ehehehe, and I don't think he'll react to well to Bootstrap..... maybe! Who knows? All I know is that Will is going to *beep* and the he will *beep* and Bootstrap will be *beep*. ^_~
Roseblade22: Bootstrap? Hurt Will? Never *g* He loves Will! *smiles* Glad you like the story! Thanks for the review!
sim1: LOL! I plan to put this story all the way through. Don't worry. It was simply me, not the lack of reviewers. Lack of punctuation is okay! Makes it funner to read! Wahahahaha!
Lady Lenna: Oh yes, Jack and Bootstrap have that whole pirate thing down ^_~! No, Bootstrap would NEVER hurt Will but hey, Elizabeth doesn't know that. As for Will *whispers* hesgoingtorecoverenoughtofight! YAY! Fun stuff eh? Anyway, ^_^ yes, there is nothing like a little Will angst! Many thanks for the review!
Das Blume: Twisted? Really? *g* Maybe just a little! Oh yes, Bootstrap and Elizabeth will be just fine in the end. Maybe! ^_^ *smiles* Who knows really? Yes, the rum is gone! LoL!
dolanator: I'm sure the story wasn't bad! A writer is his worst critic! *smiles* Thanks for the compliments though! Makes me feel really good! Thanks for the review!
Calendar: Yes, Elizabeth is being a bit bossed around. However, she got her revenge this chapter now didn't she? *g* Can't promise anything about Will not being hurt! ^_^ Thanks for the review!
Stormy1x2: Ah, Jack and Will? Well, sorry to say I don't write slash. But if you want, you can ignore the Elizabeth and Will and pretend its Jack and will ^_~. Glad you like it! I try hard! Thanks for the review!
Frisha: ^_^ It's updated! Thanks for the review!
Ex-xox Plus Three: *cringes and points to the author's note up top* School, blocking, groundation, sickness. Lots of things went wrong not to mention I'm a terrible procrastinator on top of it all. Just ask my friend Jack Sparrow. She'll tell you that I never do my homework until homeroom period...... x_x.... Sorry it took so long....
Will Turner's Angel: It's updated! *runs* Sorry! Tried! Up! *runs*
Krissa: It's updated! Sorry it took so long! Thanks for the review!
I'm so sorry guys. So much has happened and I'm really gonna try to update sooner but school is just hazardous to my health this year. I've already been really sick twice and it's barely been a month yet. *bows* Forgiveness please! *hugs everyone* Thanks for sticking by me though. It makes me feel really good.