For reference, "Dr. Eckhart" is meant as a joke. Mutant X fans'll get it...
For the rest of you, it dosen't matter. Hope everybody likes this chapter! Smooth sailing and fun times, maties!
Chapter 2: Jack's Tale
Captian Jack Sparrow of the ledgendary Black Pearl woke groggily in an extremly frilly four-poster bed, in a very pink room he didn't recognize. What'd I get into last night? he thought, attempting, unsucessfully, to sit up. Then Will and Elizabeth came into the room, followed by Governor Swann and Commidore Norrington.
"Fancy that," Jack murmured to himself. He tried agian to get up.
"Stay where you are, Mr. Sparrow," Norrington said coldly,"It's rather difficult to treat a sick man when he isn't lying still. Dr. Eckhart?" A white-haired, pale-skinned and decidedly spooky-looking man entered the room. Jack shrunk. He hated doctors, especially ones that looked like this Eckhart person.
"You know what, i'm feeling just dandy now," Jack squirmed, trying to get out of the pink bedcovers that were pulled rather tightly around his thin frame,"I think i'll just be going now..."
"Jack, you're still sick," Elizabeth said patiently,"Now, why don't you just lie down. I'd think you would like to be pampered."
"By you, love, sure. But not by a doctor. And besides, Will'd skin me alive if I let you pamper me," Jack flashed a charming grin. Elizabeth just smiled back, taking her husbands hand. They both knew that he was joking, but from the horrified looks on Goveror Swann and Norrington's faces, they didn't. Dr. Eckhart was noncommitial.
"Really," Jack squirmed as the doctor came forward,"I really don't need a doctor. I'm fine. Please don'..." He lost consciousness when the doctor injected something into his arm.
An hour later, Jack woke up in a dark room that was a total change from the pink, frilly affair he remembered. Then his eyes cleared, and he groaned miserably. "Norrington dosen' waste any time does he?" the pirate muttered to himself, looking around what had apparently become his personal prison cell,"Beautiful..." Jack stood, walking unsteadily to the small hole in one of the walls that passed as a window. He then realized he never even got a chance to talk to Will about the rather pressing situation at hand. Luckly, the young man in question walked in at that moment.
"Will!" Jack exclaimed happily,"Glad you're here mate. I need to talk to you. It's very important." Will nodded and sat down on a stool near the cell. Jack began.
"It was about a week or two ago, I think. I was in Tortuga with the rest of me crew, enjoying a few drinks and some fine company when I happened to overhear two Spanish soldiers, who had been recently laid-off from their occupation at Gervais Prison, talking 'bout one of their old employer's prize prisoners. They said that he'd been hauled up out of the ocean ten years ago. And I mean "out of the ocean" in a literal sense. They also said he was a pirate, and that their employer was lookin' for another famous pirate. Now, being the curious (albeit drunk) individual I am, I went up to the blokes and asked who their employer was, who they'd caught and who he was lookin' for. Now, they were drop-down drunk so they saw no reason not to tell Ol' Jack what he wanted to know. As it turns out, the pirate in question that is currently sitting in a cell in that damnable prison went by the name of Bootstrap Bill Turner." Will stiffened but didn't say a word.
"And guess who they're after? ME! Captian Jack Sparrow. Oh, and it gets even better. The man behind it all is Captian Armand Gonzalez, now General."
"Didn't he just get an award for honorable service to the crown, or something?" Will asked.
"Yes, he did, and no doubt it's for what he's trying to do. Is Norrington around? I wanted to ask him something." The Commedore walked out of a shadowy corner.
"Yes, Mr. Sparrow. What is it you would like ask?"
"How much did you hear?" Will asked.
"The whole lot of it," Jack answered cheerfully,"I knew he was there, but I also know he can help me. What became of the rest of Barbossa's men? Executed?"
"Well, we were going to, but the Spanish government wanted the pleasure. Since we had you, I saw no reason not to hand the rest over."
"That's it then," Jack nodded thoughtfully,"This General fellow wants the original crew of my ship... interesting. Now, back to your father, Will. I think it's our sworn duty, as his son and best mate, to rescue him. Now we'll have to deal with the Commedore here, plus a dozen or so other things, but..."
"What do you mean, save my father? He's dead." Will pointed out.
"I know what I heard, mate," Jack held up his hands to halt the younger man's protests,"Bootstrap Bill is alive. And it's our resonsiblity to find him."
"Mr. Sparrow, you forget that you are under my control, at the moment," Norrington smiled ruthlessly,"And I don't mean to let you out of my sight. Therefore..." Jack sighed, knowing that he was doomed to stay in his cursed cell until the execution that was eminent.
"Therefore... I shall be coming with you."
For the rest of you, it dosen't matter. Hope everybody likes this chapter! Smooth sailing and fun times, maties!
Chapter 2: Jack's Tale
Captian Jack Sparrow of the ledgendary Black Pearl woke groggily in an extremly frilly four-poster bed, in a very pink room he didn't recognize. What'd I get into last night? he thought, attempting, unsucessfully, to sit up. Then Will and Elizabeth came into the room, followed by Governor Swann and Commidore Norrington.
"Fancy that," Jack murmured to himself. He tried agian to get up.
"Stay where you are, Mr. Sparrow," Norrington said coldly,"It's rather difficult to treat a sick man when he isn't lying still. Dr. Eckhart?" A white-haired, pale-skinned and decidedly spooky-looking man entered the room. Jack shrunk. He hated doctors, especially ones that looked like this Eckhart person.
"You know what, i'm feeling just dandy now," Jack squirmed, trying to get out of the pink bedcovers that were pulled rather tightly around his thin frame,"I think i'll just be going now..."
"Jack, you're still sick," Elizabeth said patiently,"Now, why don't you just lie down. I'd think you would like to be pampered."
"By you, love, sure. But not by a doctor. And besides, Will'd skin me alive if I let you pamper me," Jack flashed a charming grin. Elizabeth just smiled back, taking her husbands hand. They both knew that he was joking, but from the horrified looks on Goveror Swann and Norrington's faces, they didn't. Dr. Eckhart was noncommitial.
"Really," Jack squirmed as the doctor came forward,"I really don't need a doctor. I'm fine. Please don'..." He lost consciousness when the doctor injected something into his arm.
An hour later, Jack woke up in a dark room that was a total change from the pink, frilly affair he remembered. Then his eyes cleared, and he groaned miserably. "Norrington dosen' waste any time does he?" the pirate muttered to himself, looking around what had apparently become his personal prison cell,"Beautiful..." Jack stood, walking unsteadily to the small hole in one of the walls that passed as a window. He then realized he never even got a chance to talk to Will about the rather pressing situation at hand. Luckly, the young man in question walked in at that moment.
"Will!" Jack exclaimed happily,"Glad you're here mate. I need to talk to you. It's very important." Will nodded and sat down on a stool near the cell. Jack began.
"It was about a week or two ago, I think. I was in Tortuga with the rest of me crew, enjoying a few drinks and some fine company when I happened to overhear two Spanish soldiers, who had been recently laid-off from their occupation at Gervais Prison, talking 'bout one of their old employer's prize prisoners. They said that he'd been hauled up out of the ocean ten years ago. And I mean "out of the ocean" in a literal sense. They also said he was a pirate, and that their employer was lookin' for another famous pirate. Now, being the curious (albeit drunk) individual I am, I went up to the blokes and asked who their employer was, who they'd caught and who he was lookin' for. Now, they were drop-down drunk so they saw no reason not to tell Ol' Jack what he wanted to know. As it turns out, the pirate in question that is currently sitting in a cell in that damnable prison went by the name of Bootstrap Bill Turner." Will stiffened but didn't say a word.
"And guess who they're after? ME! Captian Jack Sparrow. Oh, and it gets even better. The man behind it all is Captian Armand Gonzalez, now General."
"Didn't he just get an award for honorable service to the crown, or something?" Will asked.
"Yes, he did, and no doubt it's for what he's trying to do. Is Norrington around? I wanted to ask him something." The Commedore walked out of a shadowy corner.
"Yes, Mr. Sparrow. What is it you would like ask?"
"How much did you hear?" Will asked.
"The whole lot of it," Jack answered cheerfully,"I knew he was there, but I also know he can help me. What became of the rest of Barbossa's men? Executed?"
"Well, we were going to, but the Spanish government wanted the pleasure. Since we had you, I saw no reason not to hand the rest over."
"That's it then," Jack nodded thoughtfully,"This General fellow wants the original crew of my ship... interesting. Now, back to your father, Will. I think it's our sworn duty, as his son and best mate, to rescue him. Now we'll have to deal with the Commedore here, plus a dozen or so other things, but..."
"What do you mean, save my father? He's dead." Will pointed out.
"I know what I heard, mate," Jack held up his hands to halt the younger man's protests,"Bootstrap Bill is alive. And it's our resonsiblity to find him."
"Mr. Sparrow, you forget that you are under my control, at the moment," Norrington smiled ruthlessly,"And I don't mean to let you out of my sight. Therefore..." Jack sighed, knowing that he was doomed to stay in his cursed cell until the execution that was eminent.
"Therefore... I shall be coming with you."
