Chapter Six
(A.N. I see everyone's enjoying their back-to-school shopping? That's the only place I could guess where everyone's gone! *sob* hehehe. But that's okay. I'm going to spoil all of you with two chapters. Ya ready mateys! Here we go! Hoist anchor!)
A hurricane had arisen on the seas. The Spanish Rose, Gonzales's ship, tossed in the waves and high winds. The immense waves came crashing down on both sides of the ship, sending seasoned sailors into sensibly scared cowards.
Will struggled for balance as the ship heaved beneath him, and the salty spray blinded him. They had run right into the storm, and the ship's crew had already taken more than a couple drinks. It was a stroke of bad luck that just might send them all to Davy Jones locker. He desperately grabbed a stray piece of wrigging, keeping himself from washing overboard. When the waves receded enough, he stumbled over to the helm, where Jack and Captain Gonzales stood like rock statues against the storm. "She's barely holding together." Will shouted.
"Mr. Turner." Gonzales yelled back. "The garger has gotten loose, pin her down!"
Will squinted through the pouring sea-water, and spotted the loose piece of wrigging. Grabbing hold of the railing, he stumbled down the steps and onto the main deck.
Thunder cracked, and lighting filled the sky in a moment of utter brilliance, illuminating the ship and all the sailors in it's light. Through that light, they saw it. An enormous wave, coming in on the port side. It roared as it fell on the ship, engulfing it in it's watery maws.
Will saw it coming just like many of the other sailors. He faced it, partially in stupid awe, and partially in petrifying fear. The wave came up, and then fell on them, blocking out all light, sound, and air. Will felt it as the water tried to pull him away from the ship and out to sea, but he held to the wrigging. Suddenly, the wave had passed, and the ship was again afloat on the surface. Will gasped for air, he was now sprawled on the main deck.
There was a great cracking sound, and then a grinding. Men screamed as they saw what was going to happen, and they scrambled away. Will looked up, seeing the result of the wave's power. The mast was breaking in two. He scrambled to get to his feet, but fell on the slippery deck, he tried crawling, but even that wasn't fast enough.
Jack, who had held to the railing, watched as the mast came down almost right on top of his friend. For a gut-wrenching moment Jack lost site of him completely. Then, a smaller wave washed across the deck, and it was only then he saw Will's limp form. However, it was just as the young blacksmith was washed overboard.
Jack shed the rain-coat, expertly running across the slippery deck.
Gonzales watched him go. "You're a crazy dog, Sparrow!" Those were the last words Jack, or anyone else heard Captain Gonzales say.
As Jack dived off the ship, he wondered just why he was doing this. The immediate and most comedic answer being: If he didn't bring Will back, Elizabeth would beat the crap out of him. The storm raged on.
***The next day***
Elizabeth walked along the terrace of her father's mansion. The morning's breeze smelled crisply of the sea, and it reminded her of her true home next to Will's blacksmith's shop. The shop was much closer to the shore than her father's mansion.
The morning was beautiful, and the breeze felt extraordinarily good. Elizabeth rested her hands on the terrace's railing, and looked out over the Caribbean. She wore her light-yellow spring dress, and once again had her hair up in curls. Everything was bright and pleasant. Except for the company.
Commodore Janson had asked to eat breakfast with her and her father the evening before, and now he had recently been talking with Elizabeth's father. Now he came up beside her. After a moment, he said, "I did not ask to have breakfast with you and your father for no reason."
"Pity." Elizabeth shot back. "I thought it was only to enjoy my father's company."
"I have already discussed with your father the subject that I must now tell you." Janson said calmly.
Elizabeth refused to face him. She did not want to meet his eyes, so she kept staring out to sea. "What is it then, this dire subject you could not tell me through messenger?"
"It deals with your husband." Janson saw Elizabeth wince, and felt a slight tinge of excitement. "I have heard word that he and his pirate friend have- " He paused, pretending that he didn't know how to put it, but was in fact only enjoying the show of emotions the woman displayed.
Elizabeth waited for him to finish the sentence. Her hands had suddenly become cold, and her heart seemed to stop. It was obvious the Commodore was enjoying her show of worry, but she couldn't help it. What of Will and Jack? The worst was that they were both- she wouldn't let herself think it, or captured. Being that the Commodore would only know one or both of those possibilities, Elizabeth wrung her hands until they turned blue.
"Your husband and Jack Sparrow were spotted while the treasury of Pinnacle Island was plundered the night before last."
Elizabeth gasped for air, she hadn't known, but she had been holding her breath. She was quick to regain her composure."Surely you must be mistaken." she protested steadily, finally turning to the Commodore.
"I'm sorry." Janson said, shaking his head, but unknowingly letting slip a snide grin. "The reports were very specific." "Will Turner is no pirate." Elizabeth said, more force in her voice now.
Commodore Janson watched as Elizabeth's brown eyes bore into him with the spirit of a wild horse. "It makes no difference." He said, which infuriated her. "The reports say that he was there. His offenses are punished by hanging. You realize this?"
"I realize it." Elizabeth said, her tone that of a growl. "But I am sure you will find the accusations you have made against him are false."
Janson paused. "A pity you were deceived by such a foul pirate. So much that even now you stand by his side."
Elizabeth's temper flared, and she bristled at the Commodore's comment. "I am his wife, Sir. And the daughter of the Governor. If I were you I would be careful in the way you spoke about my husband."
"Of course." Janson looked at the strong and beautiful woman who stood before him. She was not like any woman he had ever known. Her spirit was wild, and he could hardly wait until he could break her like one of his horses. But like all pleasures, he must wait for the right time to have it. Bowing, he turned on his heel and headed over to where her father had been standing on the other side of the terrace, just out of hearing range.
Elizabeth trembled with controlled rage, trying to consol herself that yet another piece of the puzzle had unveiled itself. Janson proved himself to be the cunning worker of this scheme and a foul creature hiding in the guise of an English officer. He must have changed the reports, and no gentlemen would openly discredit any lady's husband to her face. It wasn't done in polite society. She only now truly understood why Will had been so viciously protective. The next time Commodore Janson asked to speak with her she would do anything to avoid seeing the face she now loathed. The look in his eyes were dangerous, and she dreaded what else he was scheming in his cunning mind. She only wished Jack and Will returned soon.
***Somewhere Adrift on the Caribbean Sea***
"Damn Seagull." Jack Sparrow scratched his ear. He sat atop all that was left of the Spanish Rose, being a six by six piece of boards nailed together. The storm had scattered the rest of the debris far and wide, and Jack hadn't seen another speck on the horizon all the time he had been adrift. Still, what Jack was mostly paying attention to was the seagull. It was really ridiculous since he was talking to nothing. Of course to him, he saw a large seagull perched on the edge of the raft, where there was in fact nothing.
Jack took his hat off and swung it at the seagull mirage. "Get your arse off my ship!" Jack blinked and the seagull disappeared. "Blimey mirages." He growled, putting his hat back on his head. He glanced over at Will, and grimaced. His friend had gotten a pretty good slice to the head, and hadn't woken up yet.
Jack crawled over to where Will lay sprawled out on the large piece of wreckage. "Will." He nudged the younger man's shoulder. "Matey, wake up." Will didn't flicker an eyelid. "Curse of the seven seas!"Jack mumbled. "Turner, wake up now!" He nudged Will again, but this time hard. This time, he got a response.
"Migle-murf-murf."
Okay, it wasn't much of a response, but it was a response none the less. Jack couldn't help but feel relieved.
Will, on the other hand, wished Jack had let him sleep. When you're asleep you can't feel anything. And now- he tried opening his eyes, and as soon as they were open a tiny crack, the sun glared in. He groaned, shutting his eyes tight and tried to roll over.
"Whoa there." Jack said, reaching over and keeping Will from rolling right off the raft. "This thing could sink any moment, and you float like a rock." Will calmed down a little, so Jack relaxed.
Will hadn't understood anything Jack had said. It was all blurry to him to him, and the only thing that registered to him was how unbelievably nauseated he felt. So nauseated that he might just-
Jack, who had been looking over the endless horizon, suddenly heard something that sounded like a dog vomiting. He snapped his head around, and saw that Will was emptying the contents of his stomach all over himself and the raft. "Oh matey, don't do that." Jack groaned. They were in a bad enough situation as it was, now they'd have to deal with a really bad smell. He watched as Will spat his insides out with hard and mean spasms. Mostly, it was seawater. "What'cha do, swallow half the ocean?" Jack paused. "What next? A wale?"
Finally, the endless gallons of seawater was out and the vomiting had stopped. Will lay back against the raft exhausted. But he did feel better. Luckily, a wale was too big to swallow.
Jack shrugged, suddenly wishing that he had a jug of rum somewhere handy. But since they were adrift on a piece of wreckage somewhere in the Caribbean, there wasn't much of a chance of that.
To Be Continued
(A.N. Hmmm...another piece of the puzzle REVEALED! How the heck are Jack and Will going to be saved! What's going to happen next! Anybody got any thoughts? Share them in your review! I'd love to hear it!! Hope you enjoyed!!!)
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(A.N. I see everyone's enjoying their back-to-school shopping? That's the only place I could guess where everyone's gone! *sob* hehehe. But that's okay. I'm going to spoil all of you with two chapters. Ya ready mateys! Here we go! Hoist anchor!)
A hurricane had arisen on the seas. The Spanish Rose, Gonzales's ship, tossed in the waves and high winds. The immense waves came crashing down on both sides of the ship, sending seasoned sailors into sensibly scared cowards.
Will struggled for balance as the ship heaved beneath him, and the salty spray blinded him. They had run right into the storm, and the ship's crew had already taken more than a couple drinks. It was a stroke of bad luck that just might send them all to Davy Jones locker. He desperately grabbed a stray piece of wrigging, keeping himself from washing overboard. When the waves receded enough, he stumbled over to the helm, where Jack and Captain Gonzales stood like rock statues against the storm. "She's barely holding together." Will shouted.
"Mr. Turner." Gonzales yelled back. "The garger has gotten loose, pin her down!"
Will squinted through the pouring sea-water, and spotted the loose piece of wrigging. Grabbing hold of the railing, he stumbled down the steps and onto the main deck.
Thunder cracked, and lighting filled the sky in a moment of utter brilliance, illuminating the ship and all the sailors in it's light. Through that light, they saw it. An enormous wave, coming in on the port side. It roared as it fell on the ship, engulfing it in it's watery maws.
Will saw it coming just like many of the other sailors. He faced it, partially in stupid awe, and partially in petrifying fear. The wave came up, and then fell on them, blocking out all light, sound, and air. Will felt it as the water tried to pull him away from the ship and out to sea, but he held to the wrigging. Suddenly, the wave had passed, and the ship was again afloat on the surface. Will gasped for air, he was now sprawled on the main deck.
There was a great cracking sound, and then a grinding. Men screamed as they saw what was going to happen, and they scrambled away. Will looked up, seeing the result of the wave's power. The mast was breaking in two. He scrambled to get to his feet, but fell on the slippery deck, he tried crawling, but even that wasn't fast enough.
Jack, who had held to the railing, watched as the mast came down almost right on top of his friend. For a gut-wrenching moment Jack lost site of him completely. Then, a smaller wave washed across the deck, and it was only then he saw Will's limp form. However, it was just as the young blacksmith was washed overboard.
Jack shed the rain-coat, expertly running across the slippery deck.
Gonzales watched him go. "You're a crazy dog, Sparrow!" Those were the last words Jack, or anyone else heard Captain Gonzales say.
As Jack dived off the ship, he wondered just why he was doing this. The immediate and most comedic answer being: If he didn't bring Will back, Elizabeth would beat the crap out of him. The storm raged on.
***The next day***
Elizabeth walked along the terrace of her father's mansion. The morning's breeze smelled crisply of the sea, and it reminded her of her true home next to Will's blacksmith's shop. The shop was much closer to the shore than her father's mansion.
The morning was beautiful, and the breeze felt extraordinarily good. Elizabeth rested her hands on the terrace's railing, and looked out over the Caribbean. She wore her light-yellow spring dress, and once again had her hair up in curls. Everything was bright and pleasant. Except for the company.
Commodore Janson had asked to eat breakfast with her and her father the evening before, and now he had recently been talking with Elizabeth's father. Now he came up beside her. After a moment, he said, "I did not ask to have breakfast with you and your father for no reason."
"Pity." Elizabeth shot back. "I thought it was only to enjoy my father's company."
"I have already discussed with your father the subject that I must now tell you." Janson said calmly.
Elizabeth refused to face him. She did not want to meet his eyes, so she kept staring out to sea. "What is it then, this dire subject you could not tell me through messenger?"
"It deals with your husband." Janson saw Elizabeth wince, and felt a slight tinge of excitement. "I have heard word that he and his pirate friend have- " He paused, pretending that he didn't know how to put it, but was in fact only enjoying the show of emotions the woman displayed.
Elizabeth waited for him to finish the sentence. Her hands had suddenly become cold, and her heart seemed to stop. It was obvious the Commodore was enjoying her show of worry, but she couldn't help it. What of Will and Jack? The worst was that they were both- she wouldn't let herself think it, or captured. Being that the Commodore would only know one or both of those possibilities, Elizabeth wrung her hands until they turned blue.
"Your husband and Jack Sparrow were spotted while the treasury of Pinnacle Island was plundered the night before last."
Elizabeth gasped for air, she hadn't known, but she had been holding her breath. She was quick to regain her composure."Surely you must be mistaken." she protested steadily, finally turning to the Commodore.
"I'm sorry." Janson said, shaking his head, but unknowingly letting slip a snide grin. "The reports were very specific." "Will Turner is no pirate." Elizabeth said, more force in her voice now.
Commodore Janson watched as Elizabeth's brown eyes bore into him with the spirit of a wild horse. "It makes no difference." He said, which infuriated her. "The reports say that he was there. His offenses are punished by hanging. You realize this?"
"I realize it." Elizabeth said, her tone that of a growl. "But I am sure you will find the accusations you have made against him are false."
Janson paused. "A pity you were deceived by such a foul pirate. So much that even now you stand by his side."
Elizabeth's temper flared, and she bristled at the Commodore's comment. "I am his wife, Sir. And the daughter of the Governor. If I were you I would be careful in the way you spoke about my husband."
"Of course." Janson looked at the strong and beautiful woman who stood before him. She was not like any woman he had ever known. Her spirit was wild, and he could hardly wait until he could break her like one of his horses. But like all pleasures, he must wait for the right time to have it. Bowing, he turned on his heel and headed over to where her father had been standing on the other side of the terrace, just out of hearing range.
Elizabeth trembled with controlled rage, trying to consol herself that yet another piece of the puzzle had unveiled itself. Janson proved himself to be the cunning worker of this scheme and a foul creature hiding in the guise of an English officer. He must have changed the reports, and no gentlemen would openly discredit any lady's husband to her face. It wasn't done in polite society. She only now truly understood why Will had been so viciously protective. The next time Commodore Janson asked to speak with her she would do anything to avoid seeing the face she now loathed. The look in his eyes were dangerous, and she dreaded what else he was scheming in his cunning mind. She only wished Jack and Will returned soon.
***Somewhere Adrift on the Caribbean Sea***
"Damn Seagull." Jack Sparrow scratched his ear. He sat atop all that was left of the Spanish Rose, being a six by six piece of boards nailed together. The storm had scattered the rest of the debris far and wide, and Jack hadn't seen another speck on the horizon all the time he had been adrift. Still, what Jack was mostly paying attention to was the seagull. It was really ridiculous since he was talking to nothing. Of course to him, he saw a large seagull perched on the edge of the raft, where there was in fact nothing.
Jack took his hat off and swung it at the seagull mirage. "Get your arse off my ship!" Jack blinked and the seagull disappeared. "Blimey mirages." He growled, putting his hat back on his head. He glanced over at Will, and grimaced. His friend had gotten a pretty good slice to the head, and hadn't woken up yet.
Jack crawled over to where Will lay sprawled out on the large piece of wreckage. "Will." He nudged the younger man's shoulder. "Matey, wake up." Will didn't flicker an eyelid. "Curse of the seven seas!"Jack mumbled. "Turner, wake up now!" He nudged Will again, but this time hard. This time, he got a response.
"Migle-murf-murf."
Okay, it wasn't much of a response, but it was a response none the less. Jack couldn't help but feel relieved.
Will, on the other hand, wished Jack had let him sleep. When you're asleep you can't feel anything. And now- he tried opening his eyes, and as soon as they were open a tiny crack, the sun glared in. He groaned, shutting his eyes tight and tried to roll over.
"Whoa there." Jack said, reaching over and keeping Will from rolling right off the raft. "This thing could sink any moment, and you float like a rock." Will calmed down a little, so Jack relaxed.
Will hadn't understood anything Jack had said. It was all blurry to him to him, and the only thing that registered to him was how unbelievably nauseated he felt. So nauseated that he might just-
Jack, who had been looking over the endless horizon, suddenly heard something that sounded like a dog vomiting. He snapped his head around, and saw that Will was emptying the contents of his stomach all over himself and the raft. "Oh matey, don't do that." Jack groaned. They were in a bad enough situation as it was, now they'd have to deal with a really bad smell. He watched as Will spat his insides out with hard and mean spasms. Mostly, it was seawater. "What'cha do, swallow half the ocean?" Jack paused. "What next? A wale?"
Finally, the endless gallons of seawater was out and the vomiting had stopped. Will lay back against the raft exhausted. But he did feel better. Luckily, a wale was too big to swallow.
Jack shrugged, suddenly wishing that he had a jug of rum somewhere handy. But since they were adrift on a piece of wreckage somewhere in the Caribbean, there wasn't much of a chance of that.
To Be Continued
(A.N. Hmmm...another piece of the puzzle REVEALED! How the heck are Jack and Will going to be saved! What's going to happen next! Anybody got any thoughts? Share them in your review! I'd love to hear it!! Hope you enjoyed!!!)
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