Chapter Nine!
(A.N. I'm sorry for Chapter seven, or six, whatever. I was drifting. At that time I had NO idea what was going to happen in the story. Now I do. A thousand apologies. It's my first Pirates of the Caribbean fan fiction, I should be allowed a couple of mistakes. *blushes again at the city in Germany.* Yo-ho then! Hoist away anchor mateys! To adventure and riches we go!)
Chapter Nine
The waves rolled easy in a morning tide. Sun sea and wind were to all's favor, with their sharp scent of the sea and the cloudless sky no one would suspect the future events of the day.
Two ships sailed to meet each other in the Caribbean Seas. Both were sleek and fast, both crews were more villainous than any of Lucifer's demons, and their captains more cunning than the sharks that prowled the watery depths.
***Captain's Quarters -Angel of Death***
Elizabeth sat at a large table. She was still in her yellow dress, and everything would have been perfectly normal, if she didn't have her hands tied in front of her.
Commodore Janson sat at the other side of the table, sipping at a glass of wine. "Pirates are rather polite if you know how to handle them correctly."
Elizabeth didn't say a word.
Unperturbed, Janson continued. "I'm sure you have it all figured out don't you my dear?"
Elizabeth looked up for the first time, displaying an angry blue bruise across her left cheek.
"No?" Janson chuckled.
Angry, Elizabeth complied with playing his games. "I know piracy, kidnaping, and wrongly using the law. What have I missed?"
"I don't do those things for the fun of it my dear." Janson said simply. "You've forgotten the gold at the end of the rainbow."
Elizabeth wished she could burn holes in him right there, but knew still felt the pain in her cheek from the last time she had shown her anger. If she mouthed off again, she wouldn't know how far Janson would go this time.
"It's quite a simple plan actually." Janson said. "Turner will hang for my trespasses, and-"
Elizabeth lifted an eyebrow. "And what?"
"And I will marry his wife." Janson said, taking another sip of the wine.
"You're wrong." Elizabeth growled. "Even if you did hang Will, I would testify against you and send you to hell."
Janson cocked his head to the side, for the first time a frown crossing his face. "How can you testify when you don't have a tongue?"
Elizabeth blinked.
"I could cut it out right now." Janson said. "But you aren't foolish enough to make me are you."
Elizabeth glared at him. "Even if you hang my husband he will be avenged, and believe me, you will endure a far worse fate."
"Please." Janson said, rolling his eyes. "I have read his paperwork. Will Turner, son of the pirate Bootstrap-Bill Turner who is deceased. Mother: Also deceased. He has no family." He pierced her with his gaze. "Besides you." He paused, thinking.
Elizabeth watched him for a second, and suddenly knew she had made a terrible blunder.
"But you're carrying his child aren't you." Janson said, stating a fact more than a question. For the first time, real anger came to him. "Well you little hoar." Within an instant, he was on his feet, around the table, and standing over her. His hand raised to hit her again.
Elizabeth winced, raising her bound hands to fend off the blow. But it never came.
Janson watched as the woman cringed. For the first time she had flinched because of his wrath. One step to tame the wild mare.
"Commodore Janson!" A rough voice of a pirate said from the main deck. "We've met up with the Revenge. Captain Travis wants to talk to you."
Janson sighed angrily. "I'll be right up." He took Elizabeth's arm, and jerked her to her feet. "You'll have the pleasure of seeing your husband AND his pirate friend drawn and quartered. But for now I'm going to reunite you two, for one last visit."
Elizabeth gasped in pain as his hands gripped her arm hard. He undid the knot and the ropes fell away from her hands. One hand free, Elizabeth reached out and raked Janson's face with her fingernails.
Janson screamed in pain, reaching up to feel the warm blood dripping from the small gashes left by Elizabeth's nails. Furiously, he dragged her up the steps and out into the blinding sunlight.
***The Revenge -Brig***
"We've met up with another ship." Will said, looking out of the view-hole.
"Oh really." Jack said from underneath his large pirate's hat. "What does she look like?"
"Small, sleek. She has rail guns, impressive. Has an angel figurehead."
Jack Sparrow sat up, his dark eyes suspicious. "An angel you say?" He stood next to Will looking out of the hole. "Shiver me timbers."
"What is it?" Will asked suspiciously.
"Dat dar is the ship Angel of Death.:" Jack nodded to the ship with some sort of respect. "She's the only ship to ever match the Black Pearl in speed and maneuverability."
"Is the Captain of that vessel a friend of yours?" Will asked hopefully.
"No." Jack said. "He's the mangiest dog ever to sail the seven seas. A ruthless betrayer that would even sell his own mother for pieces of eight."
This sounded very bad. Will frowned. "Travis?"
Jack snorted. "Travis is a little hot-head brat that needs a good wallop. Captain Cornelius has a black heart and a worse temper. Cut a man's lips off and fry them in front of him for the fun of it. Then he made the man eat them with salt and pepper."
Will grimaced. "Rumors of course?"
Jack shook his head, slowly turning to Will. "No. I was there."
As if to punctuate Jack's gruesome tale, a sudden commotion started above them on the main decks. The hatch down to the brig was flung open and three sailors came down the stairs. Accompanying the sailors, was the vile Commodore Janson, and in his grasp, to Will's horror, was Elizabeth.
Instantly, Will and Jack were both up against the bars.
Janson watched as Elizabeth's husband reached for him from his cell, but kept himself a good foot away from the strong hands of the blacksmith. "Reunited." Janson said, again that amused calm in his voice. He increased is grip on Elizabeth's arms, and she cried out, struggling.
"Elizabeth!" Will reached through the bars again, but again was not able to reach the villain.
Janson threw Elizabeth into the cell opposite of Will and Jack, ripping her lacy sleeve. Both Jack and Will yelled curses and just what they would do when they got out of their cell. He paused, listening to the threats and holding the yellow sleeve in one hand he glanced at Will. Janson smiled, and then threw the sleeve into the cell as well and slammed the door. One of the pirates locked it.
"Janson!" Will shouted. "I am going to kill you." Will said the last sentence slowly, his voice was barely above a whisper, but it still held a strong resemblance to the snarl of a crazed lion.
Janson looked into Will's eyes. The blacksmith was not great in stature, but the man's dark eyes shined with untapped strength of mind. "You may try blacksmith." He said quietly. "But you would fail."
With that, there was a call from the main deck. "Commodore Janson! A ship's a'coming!"
Janson frowned. Another ship? This was not what he had counted on, turning on his heel, he walked out of the brig and onto the main deck.
Jack watched as the Commodore raced up the steps, and quickly turned to the hole in the hull. "By Poseidon's beard." He gasped. There was no mistaking those great black sails. "Will! Tis the Pearl!"
After a minute, Will came to the port hole. "What is she doing here?"
"Must have come looking for me."
For a moment Will and Jack watched as the three ships came up beside each other. And a sinking feeling came over both of them.
"Jack," Will said hesitantly. "The Pearl doesn't know you're in this brig does she."
There was a rumbling sound above them, and they knew the Revenge's cannons were being brought up behind the doors.
"Bloody hell-" Will said.
Jack finished his sentence for him. "They're going to ambush her."
Will paused, listening to the commotion above them, he paused and turned over toward Elzabeth. "When somebody comes down, try to grab them ."
Elizabeth emerged from the darkness of her cell. "What?" "Just trust me." Will said.
Elizabeth paused, then slowly nodded, watching as Will and Jack went as far back into their cell's shadows as possible.
Suddenly, a pirate opened the hatch-way from above, walking dangerously close to her on his way to the powder-chamber below them.
The pirate's unsuspecting steps came closer and closer. Elizabeth lurked in the shadows, not moving until the last possible second-
As the pirate came just into reach, and Elizabeth rammed herself against the bars, outstretched fingers grappling at the pirate's clothes.
Yelping in surprise, the pirate flung himself away from her hands. He leaned up against the opposite cell, breathing a sigh of relief. Just then, four arms reached out, and this time the pirate was too slow to jump away. Jack grabbed the man's shoulders, while Will clamped his hands around the unfortunate pirate's neck. In a way, Jack pitied the man; he had felt Will's hands around his own neck and knew that Will had one hell of a grip.
"Be still!" Will whispered harshly into the pirate's ear. The man struggled, kicking at the bars, attempting to wedge himself free.
"Stop!" Will shouted. He didn't want to kill the pirate, however, if he had to he would. Still, the pirate struggled. Will gave a grunt of resentment, and tightened his powerful blacksmith's hold. There was a horrible crunching noise as the man's throat was crushed, and the pirate began to spasm only to sag dead a second later.
Jack grabbed the pistol out of the dead man's belt, and Will let go of the pirate. Immediately, Jack fired the pistol expertly at the cell's lock, and then kicked the cell door open.
Will walked out of the cell and stepped over the corpse that lay in the middle of the hallway.
Jack retrieved the cutlass from the dead pirate. He took a moment and glanced at him, taking in the site of the unbelievably wide eyes and the gaping mouth. "Sorry matey." He said brightly, "Gotta borrow these."
"Jack." Will said over his shoulder, eyeing Elizabeth's cell lock. "Can you pick this?"
"Sure as I'm a pirate!" Jack answered, walking over and crouching in front of the lock.
In moments, the cell door opened, and Elizabeth ran into Will's embrace.
"Are you alright?" Will asked, holding her tight.
"Yes." Elizabeth answered; she knew that they didn't really have time for this, so the reunion had to be painfully short. "You don't think I could just hide away some place safe, did you?" She asked.
Will kissed her quickly on the forehead. "No." He chuckled, releasing her. Again, his features turned serious. "Stay close to me or Jack. Okay?" For the second time he saw the angry bruise on her cheek and he tenderly brushed his fingers across it.
Elizabeth looked up into his eyes, expecting to see anger on his face. Instead, she saw something different. In his dark eyes she saw a deep sadness, and guiltiness. Something in his eyes said 'Please forgive me.' It was simply because- for the first time he hadn't been there to protect her. Elizabeth took his hand in her own, giving him another hug as to say, 'It's alright'. After a moment, they released each other, the reunion over. Now, it was time for action. She lifted her chin determinedly. "I'm going to need a sword."
Jack smiled. "A sword it is for the lady. One coming right-"
Suddenly, another pirate ran down the hatch, and Jack slammed him in the head with his pistol-butt, sending the pirate into unconsciousness before he hit the floor.
Jack took the cutlass from the pirate's belt and handed it to Elizabeth. "- Right up."
Elizabeth took the cutlass, and swung it a couple times. "This ought to do."
Jack and Will exchanged glances and Jack raised an eyebrow. "What a woman!"
Will smiled, a twinkle in his dark eyes.
Suddenly, they could hear Captain Travis's voice above them on the main deck. "Captain Sparrow is below, as is de treasure. Would you like to come aboard laddies? Jack's expecting you."
Gibb's muffled voice was slow in reply, obviously, the first mate was hesitant. Seeing the Angel of Death anchored next to them would make anyone cautious. "Well, if Jack wants us to come, I guess we'll obey his orders."
Will, Jack, and Elizabeth exchanged a look. Travis was luring the crew of the Black Pearl into an ambush, as soon as the crew stepped aboard, they would all be shot. Together, they ran out into the blinding midday sunlight.
Jack Sparrow, the cleverest pirate of the Caribbean, rushed out of the hatch. A pistol in each hand poised and ready, his eyes blazed with the fury of the seven seas. "It's a TRAP!"
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!
(A.N. So, I guess it's ANOTHER cliffie. Hmmm.. I'll post some more a.s.a.p. Hope this chapter helped freshen you up on your first day of school. If it isn't your first day of school, it will prepare you for the adventure ahead! If you've already started school- keep swinging that cutlas matey!)
(A.N. I'm sorry for Chapter seven, or six, whatever. I was drifting. At that time I had NO idea what was going to happen in the story. Now I do. A thousand apologies. It's my first Pirates of the Caribbean fan fiction, I should be allowed a couple of mistakes. *blushes again at the city in Germany.* Yo-ho then! Hoist away anchor mateys! To adventure and riches we go!)
Chapter Nine
The waves rolled easy in a morning tide. Sun sea and wind were to all's favor, with their sharp scent of the sea and the cloudless sky no one would suspect the future events of the day.
Two ships sailed to meet each other in the Caribbean Seas. Both were sleek and fast, both crews were more villainous than any of Lucifer's demons, and their captains more cunning than the sharks that prowled the watery depths.
***Captain's Quarters -Angel of Death***
Elizabeth sat at a large table. She was still in her yellow dress, and everything would have been perfectly normal, if she didn't have her hands tied in front of her.
Commodore Janson sat at the other side of the table, sipping at a glass of wine. "Pirates are rather polite if you know how to handle them correctly."
Elizabeth didn't say a word.
Unperturbed, Janson continued. "I'm sure you have it all figured out don't you my dear?"
Elizabeth looked up for the first time, displaying an angry blue bruise across her left cheek.
"No?" Janson chuckled.
Angry, Elizabeth complied with playing his games. "I know piracy, kidnaping, and wrongly using the law. What have I missed?"
"I don't do those things for the fun of it my dear." Janson said simply. "You've forgotten the gold at the end of the rainbow."
Elizabeth wished she could burn holes in him right there, but knew still felt the pain in her cheek from the last time she had shown her anger. If she mouthed off again, she wouldn't know how far Janson would go this time.
"It's quite a simple plan actually." Janson said. "Turner will hang for my trespasses, and-"
Elizabeth lifted an eyebrow. "And what?"
"And I will marry his wife." Janson said, taking another sip of the wine.
"You're wrong." Elizabeth growled. "Even if you did hang Will, I would testify against you and send you to hell."
Janson cocked his head to the side, for the first time a frown crossing his face. "How can you testify when you don't have a tongue?"
Elizabeth blinked.
"I could cut it out right now." Janson said. "But you aren't foolish enough to make me are you."
Elizabeth glared at him. "Even if you hang my husband he will be avenged, and believe me, you will endure a far worse fate."
"Please." Janson said, rolling his eyes. "I have read his paperwork. Will Turner, son of the pirate Bootstrap-Bill Turner who is deceased. Mother: Also deceased. He has no family." He pierced her with his gaze. "Besides you." He paused, thinking.
Elizabeth watched him for a second, and suddenly knew she had made a terrible blunder.
"But you're carrying his child aren't you." Janson said, stating a fact more than a question. For the first time, real anger came to him. "Well you little hoar." Within an instant, he was on his feet, around the table, and standing over her. His hand raised to hit her again.
Elizabeth winced, raising her bound hands to fend off the blow. But it never came.
Janson watched as the woman cringed. For the first time she had flinched because of his wrath. One step to tame the wild mare.
"Commodore Janson!" A rough voice of a pirate said from the main deck. "We've met up with the Revenge. Captain Travis wants to talk to you."
Janson sighed angrily. "I'll be right up." He took Elizabeth's arm, and jerked her to her feet. "You'll have the pleasure of seeing your husband AND his pirate friend drawn and quartered. But for now I'm going to reunite you two, for one last visit."
Elizabeth gasped in pain as his hands gripped her arm hard. He undid the knot and the ropes fell away from her hands. One hand free, Elizabeth reached out and raked Janson's face with her fingernails.
Janson screamed in pain, reaching up to feel the warm blood dripping from the small gashes left by Elizabeth's nails. Furiously, he dragged her up the steps and out into the blinding sunlight.
***The Revenge -Brig***
"We've met up with another ship." Will said, looking out of the view-hole.
"Oh really." Jack said from underneath his large pirate's hat. "What does she look like?"
"Small, sleek. She has rail guns, impressive. Has an angel figurehead."
Jack Sparrow sat up, his dark eyes suspicious. "An angel you say?" He stood next to Will looking out of the hole. "Shiver me timbers."
"What is it?" Will asked suspiciously.
"Dat dar is the ship Angel of Death.:" Jack nodded to the ship with some sort of respect. "She's the only ship to ever match the Black Pearl in speed and maneuverability."
"Is the Captain of that vessel a friend of yours?" Will asked hopefully.
"No." Jack said. "He's the mangiest dog ever to sail the seven seas. A ruthless betrayer that would even sell his own mother for pieces of eight."
This sounded very bad. Will frowned. "Travis?"
Jack snorted. "Travis is a little hot-head brat that needs a good wallop. Captain Cornelius has a black heart and a worse temper. Cut a man's lips off and fry them in front of him for the fun of it. Then he made the man eat them with salt and pepper."
Will grimaced. "Rumors of course?"
Jack shook his head, slowly turning to Will. "No. I was there."
As if to punctuate Jack's gruesome tale, a sudden commotion started above them on the main decks. The hatch down to the brig was flung open and three sailors came down the stairs. Accompanying the sailors, was the vile Commodore Janson, and in his grasp, to Will's horror, was Elizabeth.
Instantly, Will and Jack were both up against the bars.
Janson watched as Elizabeth's husband reached for him from his cell, but kept himself a good foot away from the strong hands of the blacksmith. "Reunited." Janson said, again that amused calm in his voice. He increased is grip on Elizabeth's arms, and she cried out, struggling.
"Elizabeth!" Will reached through the bars again, but again was not able to reach the villain.
Janson threw Elizabeth into the cell opposite of Will and Jack, ripping her lacy sleeve. Both Jack and Will yelled curses and just what they would do when they got out of their cell. He paused, listening to the threats and holding the yellow sleeve in one hand he glanced at Will. Janson smiled, and then threw the sleeve into the cell as well and slammed the door. One of the pirates locked it.
"Janson!" Will shouted. "I am going to kill you." Will said the last sentence slowly, his voice was barely above a whisper, but it still held a strong resemblance to the snarl of a crazed lion.
Janson looked into Will's eyes. The blacksmith was not great in stature, but the man's dark eyes shined with untapped strength of mind. "You may try blacksmith." He said quietly. "But you would fail."
With that, there was a call from the main deck. "Commodore Janson! A ship's a'coming!"
Janson frowned. Another ship? This was not what he had counted on, turning on his heel, he walked out of the brig and onto the main deck.
Jack watched as the Commodore raced up the steps, and quickly turned to the hole in the hull. "By Poseidon's beard." He gasped. There was no mistaking those great black sails. "Will! Tis the Pearl!"
After a minute, Will came to the port hole. "What is she doing here?"
"Must have come looking for me."
For a moment Will and Jack watched as the three ships came up beside each other. And a sinking feeling came over both of them.
"Jack," Will said hesitantly. "The Pearl doesn't know you're in this brig does she."
There was a rumbling sound above them, and they knew the Revenge's cannons were being brought up behind the doors.
"Bloody hell-" Will said.
Jack finished his sentence for him. "They're going to ambush her."
Will paused, listening to the commotion above them, he paused and turned over toward Elzabeth. "When somebody comes down, try to grab them ."
Elizabeth emerged from the darkness of her cell. "What?" "Just trust me." Will said.
Elizabeth paused, then slowly nodded, watching as Will and Jack went as far back into their cell's shadows as possible.
Suddenly, a pirate opened the hatch-way from above, walking dangerously close to her on his way to the powder-chamber below them.
The pirate's unsuspecting steps came closer and closer. Elizabeth lurked in the shadows, not moving until the last possible second-
As the pirate came just into reach, and Elizabeth rammed herself against the bars, outstretched fingers grappling at the pirate's clothes.
Yelping in surprise, the pirate flung himself away from her hands. He leaned up against the opposite cell, breathing a sigh of relief. Just then, four arms reached out, and this time the pirate was too slow to jump away. Jack grabbed the man's shoulders, while Will clamped his hands around the unfortunate pirate's neck. In a way, Jack pitied the man; he had felt Will's hands around his own neck and knew that Will had one hell of a grip.
"Be still!" Will whispered harshly into the pirate's ear. The man struggled, kicking at the bars, attempting to wedge himself free.
"Stop!" Will shouted. He didn't want to kill the pirate, however, if he had to he would. Still, the pirate struggled. Will gave a grunt of resentment, and tightened his powerful blacksmith's hold. There was a horrible crunching noise as the man's throat was crushed, and the pirate began to spasm only to sag dead a second later.
Jack grabbed the pistol out of the dead man's belt, and Will let go of the pirate. Immediately, Jack fired the pistol expertly at the cell's lock, and then kicked the cell door open.
Will walked out of the cell and stepped over the corpse that lay in the middle of the hallway.
Jack retrieved the cutlass from the dead pirate. He took a moment and glanced at him, taking in the site of the unbelievably wide eyes and the gaping mouth. "Sorry matey." He said brightly, "Gotta borrow these."
"Jack." Will said over his shoulder, eyeing Elizabeth's cell lock. "Can you pick this?"
"Sure as I'm a pirate!" Jack answered, walking over and crouching in front of the lock.
In moments, the cell door opened, and Elizabeth ran into Will's embrace.
"Are you alright?" Will asked, holding her tight.
"Yes." Elizabeth answered; she knew that they didn't really have time for this, so the reunion had to be painfully short. "You don't think I could just hide away some place safe, did you?" She asked.
Will kissed her quickly on the forehead. "No." He chuckled, releasing her. Again, his features turned serious. "Stay close to me or Jack. Okay?" For the second time he saw the angry bruise on her cheek and he tenderly brushed his fingers across it.
Elizabeth looked up into his eyes, expecting to see anger on his face. Instead, she saw something different. In his dark eyes she saw a deep sadness, and guiltiness. Something in his eyes said 'Please forgive me.' It was simply because- for the first time he hadn't been there to protect her. Elizabeth took his hand in her own, giving him another hug as to say, 'It's alright'. After a moment, they released each other, the reunion over. Now, it was time for action. She lifted her chin determinedly. "I'm going to need a sword."
Jack smiled. "A sword it is for the lady. One coming right-"
Suddenly, another pirate ran down the hatch, and Jack slammed him in the head with his pistol-butt, sending the pirate into unconsciousness before he hit the floor.
Jack took the cutlass from the pirate's belt and handed it to Elizabeth. "- Right up."
Elizabeth took the cutlass, and swung it a couple times. "This ought to do."
Jack and Will exchanged glances and Jack raised an eyebrow. "What a woman!"
Will smiled, a twinkle in his dark eyes.
Suddenly, they could hear Captain Travis's voice above them on the main deck. "Captain Sparrow is below, as is de treasure. Would you like to come aboard laddies? Jack's expecting you."
Gibb's muffled voice was slow in reply, obviously, the first mate was hesitant. Seeing the Angel of Death anchored next to them would make anyone cautious. "Well, if Jack wants us to come, I guess we'll obey his orders."
Will, Jack, and Elizabeth exchanged a look. Travis was luring the crew of the Black Pearl into an ambush, as soon as the crew stepped aboard, they would all be shot. Together, they ran out into the blinding midday sunlight.
Jack Sparrow, the cleverest pirate of the Caribbean, rushed out of the hatch. A pistol in each hand poised and ready, his eyes blazed with the fury of the seven seas. "It's a TRAP!"
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!
(A.N. So, I guess it's ANOTHER cliffie. Hmmm.. I'll post some more a.s.a.p. Hope this chapter helped freshen you up on your first day of school. If it isn't your first day of school, it will prepare you for the adventure ahead! If you've already started school- keep swinging that cutlas matey!)
