Chapter Seven
The nights were better than the days. The nights were cooler. Jack sat atop the raft, his head rolling from side to side as the raft heaved slightly beneath him along with the waves. Three days they'd been on the raft, and he was needing a drink. He looked up at the immense moon that was rising from behind the sea, wishing for all the world he suddenly saw the Pearl's outline against it in all her glory.
Jack sighed. He was far past needing a drink, he was DYING for a drink. He'd had the shakes, and had seen everything from annoying seagulls to sea- monsters. Judging from what Will had been mumbling, he wasn't doing much better. "Ya know matey," Jack mumbled. "Maybe we would have been better off in prison."
Will only groaned.
"I mean," Jack took off his hat and scratched his head. "Jail-food is horrible, but at least-"
Will shook his head. "Janson is a bilge-rat."
Jack eyed Will for a moment. "I think you hit your head too hard." He finally mumbled.
"At least I now I know." Will muttered raspily.
Jack paused. The kid was half a bubble off, and he didn't look too good either. Will's eyes were only open half-way, and he was breathing through his mouth. "At least they feed you in jail." He finished.
"What do you think she'll name it?" Will asked distantly.
"Who'll name what? Prison food has lots of names." Jack put his hat back on and stared out over the dark sea. "None of which I'd say in front of a lady."
"I don't want her to name it after me." Will mumbled.
Jack blinked, only barely catching on to Will's solo-conversation. "Who? Your kid?"
"I'm reminding myself of my father." Will said, still looking up at the starry heavens.
"How?" Jack asked indignantly. "Bill was tied to a cannon and dropped off the plank. You're going loony."
"Maybe it'll be a girl." Will coughed, closing his eyes.
Jack sighed. "If this keeps up you're going to drive ME crazy."
"I'm going to kill him." Will mumbled.
"Who?" Jack asked, hoping Will wasn't referring to him.
"That Janson." Will said, coughing again. "I'm so thirsty."
"Me too." Jack said quietly. "Right now I'd even take water."
***NEXT DAY***
By this time, Jack's tongue felt like a dried-up piece of leather in his mouth. Will hadn't moved, talked, or moaned since the night before. Then again, Jack knew he wasn't doing too well either. The conversation with the mermaid had been interesting, but disconcerting after about a half hour.
Now, Jack Sparrow, Captain, was sprawled out on his back. The sun beat down and the world had become fuzzy around the edges. Slowly, he closed his eyes. Wishing that the mermaid would come back, thinking that this was his end, and sorry that he'd gotten Will into trouble.
THUD!
"Easy mates! Don't drown the poor rats."
"They look dead!"
Jack groaned, opening an eye.
"Blimmy look! One moved!"
Jack opened the other eye, and for a brief moment joy made his heart skip a beat. But that was only for a brief moment. As his eyes adjusted, he began to recognize the crew of the ship he had thought had come to their rescue. The thudding sound had been a ship nudging the raft. Sailors lowered ladders down the ship's sides. Pirates descended the ropes, grabbing him and Will and hauling both of them over their shoulders. Climbing back onto the ship.
A haughty voice cut through the others and there was no denying Jack's feeling out dread.
"Well, if it isn't Jack Sparrow."
The men stood Jack up on the main deck, or rather held him up on the main deck. "CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." Jack corrected.
The sea men parted to reveal their leader. A hoty man with light blonde hair and a cruel twinkle in his eye stepped forward. Captain Travis Daynabi. "So sorry." he said mockingly. "But captain of what?" He looked over the side of the ship at the piece of wreckage Jack and Will had been floating on. "Oh. THAT ship." He glanced up at Jack. "I'm impressed. You've finally found a vessel worthy of your command."
The other pirates laughed, and Jack glared at them.
Another sailor hauled Will on deck, and dumped him in a tangled heap. Will didn't move.
"What of this one?" The grungy pirate asked. "He looks dead."
To Be Continued!!
(A.N. So what do ya tink my dear readers! Should I make young Will Turner walk the plank? Or are you too attatched!! Hehehe. I'm soo evil. :1 hehehe. )
The nights were better than the days. The nights were cooler. Jack sat atop the raft, his head rolling from side to side as the raft heaved slightly beneath him along with the waves. Three days they'd been on the raft, and he was needing a drink. He looked up at the immense moon that was rising from behind the sea, wishing for all the world he suddenly saw the Pearl's outline against it in all her glory.
Jack sighed. He was far past needing a drink, he was DYING for a drink. He'd had the shakes, and had seen everything from annoying seagulls to sea- monsters. Judging from what Will had been mumbling, he wasn't doing much better. "Ya know matey," Jack mumbled. "Maybe we would have been better off in prison."
Will only groaned.
"I mean," Jack took off his hat and scratched his head. "Jail-food is horrible, but at least-"
Will shook his head. "Janson is a bilge-rat."
Jack eyed Will for a moment. "I think you hit your head too hard." He finally mumbled.
"At least I now I know." Will muttered raspily.
Jack paused. The kid was half a bubble off, and he didn't look too good either. Will's eyes were only open half-way, and he was breathing through his mouth. "At least they feed you in jail." He finished.
"What do you think she'll name it?" Will asked distantly.
"Who'll name what? Prison food has lots of names." Jack put his hat back on and stared out over the dark sea. "None of which I'd say in front of a lady."
"I don't want her to name it after me." Will mumbled.
Jack blinked, only barely catching on to Will's solo-conversation. "Who? Your kid?"
"I'm reminding myself of my father." Will said, still looking up at the starry heavens.
"How?" Jack asked indignantly. "Bill was tied to a cannon and dropped off the plank. You're going loony."
"Maybe it'll be a girl." Will coughed, closing his eyes.
Jack sighed. "If this keeps up you're going to drive ME crazy."
"I'm going to kill him." Will mumbled.
"Who?" Jack asked, hoping Will wasn't referring to him.
"That Janson." Will said, coughing again. "I'm so thirsty."
"Me too." Jack said quietly. "Right now I'd even take water."
***NEXT DAY***
By this time, Jack's tongue felt like a dried-up piece of leather in his mouth. Will hadn't moved, talked, or moaned since the night before. Then again, Jack knew he wasn't doing too well either. The conversation with the mermaid had been interesting, but disconcerting after about a half hour.
Now, Jack Sparrow, Captain, was sprawled out on his back. The sun beat down and the world had become fuzzy around the edges. Slowly, he closed his eyes. Wishing that the mermaid would come back, thinking that this was his end, and sorry that he'd gotten Will into trouble.
THUD!
"Easy mates! Don't drown the poor rats."
"They look dead!"
Jack groaned, opening an eye.
"Blimmy look! One moved!"
Jack opened the other eye, and for a brief moment joy made his heart skip a beat. But that was only for a brief moment. As his eyes adjusted, he began to recognize the crew of the ship he had thought had come to their rescue. The thudding sound had been a ship nudging the raft. Sailors lowered ladders down the ship's sides. Pirates descended the ropes, grabbing him and Will and hauling both of them over their shoulders. Climbing back onto the ship.
A haughty voice cut through the others and there was no denying Jack's feeling out dread.
"Well, if it isn't Jack Sparrow."
The men stood Jack up on the main deck, or rather held him up on the main deck. "CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." Jack corrected.
The sea men parted to reveal their leader. A hoty man with light blonde hair and a cruel twinkle in his eye stepped forward. Captain Travis Daynabi. "So sorry." he said mockingly. "But captain of what?" He looked over the side of the ship at the piece of wreckage Jack and Will had been floating on. "Oh. THAT ship." He glanced up at Jack. "I'm impressed. You've finally found a vessel worthy of your command."
The other pirates laughed, and Jack glared at them.
Another sailor hauled Will on deck, and dumped him in a tangled heap. Will didn't move.
"What of this one?" The grungy pirate asked. "He looks dead."
To Be Continued!!
(A.N. So what do ya tink my dear readers! Should I make young Will Turner walk the plank? Or are you too attatched!! Hehehe. I'm soo evil. :1 hehehe. )
