*Just a couple of random notes to some reviewers.
Props to lady brown, my most devoted reviewer (happyhappyhappy)
Why is there no rum-totally awesome pen name. you make me laugh
Eamane Calmcacil-never heard of anyone obsessed with haldir before,
interesting choice..and power to the band geeks!
Ok, I'm done now. Here's the story.
Chapter Eight-Marooned
The Swann girls and Captain Jack Sparrow walked up the beach of the sad excuse for an island they had been left on all in various states of shock and anger. Jack was frustrated and, as always, slightly confused at his surroundings and walked up the beach scratching his head and muttering to himself about 'that idiot boy'. Catherine and Elizabeth seemed to have momentarily switched personalities; Catherine was silently fuming, her teeth clenched and her fingernails digging into her palms as she tried to keep from lashing out at a palm tree, and Elizabeth was walking forward determinedly after Jack and ranting about escape.
"We've got to get off this island! You've done it before, I've heard the stories, and you can do it again!" The angry girl ran after the meandering pirate, arms swinging and fists clenched as her sister walked silently behind her. "How did you do it!" Jack was currently knocking on a palm tree, ignoring the seething woman. He paced off a few large, wobbling steps and then began to jump on a section of sand. "Are you or are you not the infamous pirate I've read about! How did you get off!?!" Jack turned, put his hands up in frustration as if he wanted to grab Elizabeth to alleviate his irritation but had managed to stop himself, and said,
"Look, las' time I was 'ere for a grand total of three days, alright?" He then brushed the sand off of the place he was jumping on, revealing a trap door which he lifted up and went down into the hidden compartment below. "The rum runners 'ad a stash 'ere, an' they jus' 'appened to show up and take me with 'em." Jack reemerged with three very large, dusty bottles full of rum. "From the looks o' things, they don' come this way anymore. I should imagine ye'd 'ave yer friend Norrington to thank fer that." Elizabeth began to cry in disappointment and distress.
"So that's it then," she said through clenched teeth. "That's the great esacpe. You lied on a beach for three days drinking rum." Jack shrugged as he handed each of the girls a bottle.
"Aye, an' that's what I plan to do this time." Elizabeth looked as if she would begin sobbing outright, when her eyebrows shot up at the sight of the bottle of rum in her hand. She gave her sister one of those looks that says 'are you thinking what I'm thinking?' and then looked back at the bottle. Catherine, taking a page out of Jack's book, shrugged and said,
"Go ahead, Tess, sounds like an excellent plan. While you're doing that, I'm going to get drunk." Catherine marched down the beach after Jack, bottle in hand, as Elizabeth stared after her, dumbstruck. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Night fell on the little island as the three castaways danced around a blazing bonfire singing 'yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me." Elizabeth was the only one who was really sober; Jack and Catherine were smashed. As they leaped and danced, their swashbuckling friend told them how much he loved that song, and that when he got his ship back he would teach it to the crew, and they'd sing it all the time! Elizabeth joined in their antics enough to make Jack think she was drunk as well
"Oh, it must have been terrible for you, Jack, to be stuck here all alone," Elizabeth interjected, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible.
"Aye, aye," he asserted emphatically and began ranting again. Elizabeth backed away from her sister and the pirate, having gotten Jack going on a topic. She stayed behind them and watched as Jack fell on the sand and Catherine flopped down beside him, laughing.
"Ye see, love," continued Jack on the topic of his ship, "a ship is more than just rigging an' sails an' rudder. That's what a ship needs, o' course, but what a ship is, what the Black Pearl really is, is freedom." The pirate had once again ceased to be his usual drunken self as he pointed out to the ocean on which his beloved freedom sailed as they spoke. Catherine also became momentarily sober as she watched Jack speak and saw all his fire and passion. It became so plainly clear to her how very much alike they were.
"Freedom." Jack looked down on Catherine, and their two dreams became one for a brief moment in time. Elizabeth gazed in awe on their sudden transformation, which was very much like the transformation that had occurred that day in court what seemed ages ago. Jack and Catherine, their faces so close they could smell each other's rum soaked breath, raised their bottles in toast.
"To freedom."
"Aye, to freedom." The next moment they were both passed out on the sand, drunk out of their minds. Elizabeth shook herself back to life.
"Finally," she muttered to herself, and got to work. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next morning Catherine awoke with a dreadful headache and hearing voices. When she rolled over, she realized it was Jack and her sister shouting at each other. Elizabeth had taken everything out of the rum runners' secret compartment and burned it, making a huge smoke signal. Elizabeth was stalking around the fire as she threw on more fuel and Jack paced back and forth in front of the blaze helplessly, waving his hands as if he were trying to swat an enormous fly with his mouth gaping open. Catherine couldn't help but laugh at the scene.
"Ye burned it! Ye burned it all, all the food, supplies, all the rum!!"
"Yes Jack, the rum is gone."
"Why is the rum gone!?!" Elizabeth ceased her march around the fire and went right up to Jack.
"Because, it is a vile drink that makes even the most honorable of men do indecent things, and that smoke signal is over a hundred feet high. Every ship in the British navy is out looking for Catherine and I, do you really think there's a chance they won't see it?" Jack just stared at her.
"But why is the rum gone?" Catherine couldn't hold it in anymore; she began laughing hysterically at the commotion the two were causing. Jack spun around and gave her a look that said 'oh, think this is funny, do you?' Catherine, tears of laughter in her eyes, said,
"I'm sorry, Jack, but it is terribly funny." At that Sparrow threw his hands up in the air and stalked off to the other side of the beach.
"Awww, must've been terrible for ye Jack," he muttered mimicking Elizabeth, "Well it bloody is now!" Just as he had finished yelling back at the two girls, Jack turned around to see the HMS Dauntless sailing up to the island.
Chapter Eight-Marooned
The Swann girls and Captain Jack Sparrow walked up the beach of the sad excuse for an island they had been left on all in various states of shock and anger. Jack was frustrated and, as always, slightly confused at his surroundings and walked up the beach scratching his head and muttering to himself about 'that idiot boy'. Catherine and Elizabeth seemed to have momentarily switched personalities; Catherine was silently fuming, her teeth clenched and her fingernails digging into her palms as she tried to keep from lashing out at a palm tree, and Elizabeth was walking forward determinedly after Jack and ranting about escape.
"We've got to get off this island! You've done it before, I've heard the stories, and you can do it again!" The angry girl ran after the meandering pirate, arms swinging and fists clenched as her sister walked silently behind her. "How did you do it!" Jack was currently knocking on a palm tree, ignoring the seething woman. He paced off a few large, wobbling steps and then began to jump on a section of sand. "Are you or are you not the infamous pirate I've read about! How did you get off!?!" Jack turned, put his hands up in frustration as if he wanted to grab Elizabeth to alleviate his irritation but had managed to stop himself, and said,
"Look, las' time I was 'ere for a grand total of three days, alright?" He then brushed the sand off of the place he was jumping on, revealing a trap door which he lifted up and went down into the hidden compartment below. "The rum runners 'ad a stash 'ere, an' they jus' 'appened to show up and take me with 'em." Jack reemerged with three very large, dusty bottles full of rum. "From the looks o' things, they don' come this way anymore. I should imagine ye'd 'ave yer friend Norrington to thank fer that." Elizabeth began to cry in disappointment and distress.
"So that's it then," she said through clenched teeth. "That's the great esacpe. You lied on a beach for three days drinking rum." Jack shrugged as he handed each of the girls a bottle.
"Aye, an' that's what I plan to do this time." Elizabeth looked as if she would begin sobbing outright, when her eyebrows shot up at the sight of the bottle of rum in her hand. She gave her sister one of those looks that says 'are you thinking what I'm thinking?' and then looked back at the bottle. Catherine, taking a page out of Jack's book, shrugged and said,
"Go ahead, Tess, sounds like an excellent plan. While you're doing that, I'm going to get drunk." Catherine marched down the beach after Jack, bottle in hand, as Elizabeth stared after her, dumbstruck. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Night fell on the little island as the three castaways danced around a blazing bonfire singing 'yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me." Elizabeth was the only one who was really sober; Jack and Catherine were smashed. As they leaped and danced, their swashbuckling friend told them how much he loved that song, and that when he got his ship back he would teach it to the crew, and they'd sing it all the time! Elizabeth joined in their antics enough to make Jack think she was drunk as well
"Oh, it must have been terrible for you, Jack, to be stuck here all alone," Elizabeth interjected, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible.
"Aye, aye," he asserted emphatically and began ranting again. Elizabeth backed away from her sister and the pirate, having gotten Jack going on a topic. She stayed behind them and watched as Jack fell on the sand and Catherine flopped down beside him, laughing.
"Ye see, love," continued Jack on the topic of his ship, "a ship is more than just rigging an' sails an' rudder. That's what a ship needs, o' course, but what a ship is, what the Black Pearl really is, is freedom." The pirate had once again ceased to be his usual drunken self as he pointed out to the ocean on which his beloved freedom sailed as they spoke. Catherine also became momentarily sober as she watched Jack speak and saw all his fire and passion. It became so plainly clear to her how very much alike they were.
"Freedom." Jack looked down on Catherine, and their two dreams became one for a brief moment in time. Elizabeth gazed in awe on their sudden transformation, which was very much like the transformation that had occurred that day in court what seemed ages ago. Jack and Catherine, their faces so close they could smell each other's rum soaked breath, raised their bottles in toast.
"To freedom."
"Aye, to freedom." The next moment they were both passed out on the sand, drunk out of their minds. Elizabeth shook herself back to life.
"Finally," she muttered to herself, and got to work. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The next morning Catherine awoke with a dreadful headache and hearing voices. When she rolled over, she realized it was Jack and her sister shouting at each other. Elizabeth had taken everything out of the rum runners' secret compartment and burned it, making a huge smoke signal. Elizabeth was stalking around the fire as she threw on more fuel and Jack paced back and forth in front of the blaze helplessly, waving his hands as if he were trying to swat an enormous fly with his mouth gaping open. Catherine couldn't help but laugh at the scene.
"Ye burned it! Ye burned it all, all the food, supplies, all the rum!!"
"Yes Jack, the rum is gone."
"Why is the rum gone!?!" Elizabeth ceased her march around the fire and went right up to Jack.
"Because, it is a vile drink that makes even the most honorable of men do indecent things, and that smoke signal is over a hundred feet high. Every ship in the British navy is out looking for Catherine and I, do you really think there's a chance they won't see it?" Jack just stared at her.
"But why is the rum gone?" Catherine couldn't hold it in anymore; she began laughing hysterically at the commotion the two were causing. Jack spun around and gave her a look that said 'oh, think this is funny, do you?' Catherine, tears of laughter in her eyes, said,
"I'm sorry, Jack, but it is terribly funny." At that Sparrow threw his hands up in the air and stalked off to the other side of the beach.
"Awww, must've been terrible for ye Jack," he muttered mimicking Elizabeth, "Well it bloody is now!" Just as he had finished yelling back at the two girls, Jack turned around to see the HMS Dauntless sailing up to the island.