Chapter 7: A sword fight gone wrong
Jack sat on the edge of his bed as he read his map over carefully. He finally became fed up with it and threw it on the table. He got up and walked up onto the deck. Once there, he leaned on the side of the ship and cast a pensive gaze over the water. Elizabeth came up beside him. "Jack," she said as he turned to look at her. "We need to talk." "Aye." "I don't think we should do this anymore." "Do what, love?" "This. This constant trying to start a relationship when we both bloody well know it'll never work." "Oh, that." "I'm sorry, Jack. But, it's just because of Will and all." "Yeah, course. I understand," he said, turned away from her. Elizabeth walked away. All of a sudden, a hand came upon his shoulder. He jumped and turned around only to see Gibbs standing there.
"Gibbs! Bloody hell! Don't do that."
"I'm sorry, Jack. But, I thought you might want to see this," Gibbs handed him a telegram. Jack peered at it for a moment, then looked up; a shocked expression on his face.
"Why Jack, what be wrong?"
"It's Will. He's on his way."
The waves crashed up against the side of the ship, as it sped along the ocean. Will stared out over the waters as his dinky crew steered the ship. He turned and walked over to a man named Danny, who was at the wheel.
"Are we getting closer?" asked Will.
"Inches and inches every day. We're like a shark on the hunt. We will reach our prey shortly." Said Danny dramatically.
Will rolled his eyes. "If you could do without the dramatic flair."
"We'll be there in approximately three hours."
"And you're sure we're going the right way?"
"Yes. I have a copy of the map Sparrow is following. He should be arriving at Port Mane in about two hours. There, he'll spend the night; get supplies. We'll be there just in time."
Will smiled.
Port Mane was almost exactly like Port Royal, except a lot smaller, and without the governor or the commodore. This time, Elizabeth was first off the ship. As she stepped onto the island she cast a "see, now you don't have to wait for me, like last time" look. Jack rolled his eyes.
Once on the island, the crew walked to the nearest bar, as Jack lagged behind. He couldn't take his eyes off Elizabeth, who was walking a bit in front of him. Elizabeth started to look back at him, but turned away every time because she told herself it was wrong.
When everyone had sat down inside the bar, somehow Jack and Elizabeth ended up sitting across from each other. Jack motioned for her to go outside with him, but she just glanced at him evilly. Finally, after awhile she went outside, with Jack on her heel.
"Elizabeth," Jack called after her as she went to the side of the building.
"What? What do you want, Jack?"
"I just want to understand something, love. Do you want to be with me, or not? It's a very simple question."
"You expect me to answer that?"
"Yeah."
"Well, then you're a conniving, bloody fool!"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"If you can't figure that out for yourself, then-"
Jack pulled her over to a wall.
"-Just tell me, love. Me, or him. "I already told you." "Let's just see if this works," Jack leans in to kiss her, but before he can, a familiar voice interrupts them. "You bastard." Elizabeth and Jack turned around to face none other than Will. "You bloody bastard. Get away from her," said Will, very irritated. "Will," Elizabeth said, slightly stunned. "I told you! Leave her alone!" said Will, this time pointing his sword at Jack. "All right, all right. I'm leaving," "What are you doing here?" asked Elizabeth.
"I've come to take you home."
"Take me home?!"
Jack pointed his sword at Will, and said, "How 'bout a duel, then?"
"Don't be stupid, Jack," said Elizabeth curtly.
"I have a proposition for you, Turner. We have a little one on one to see who will win fair lady's heart. In other words, whoever wins will take her with them. Since she obviously can't make a decision all by her onesy. Do we have an accord?"
"Sure," said Will drawing his sword and immediately engaging in battle.
At one point, when Jack had knocked Will over, he grabbed Elizabeth's arm and said, "So, what do you think love?"
"What do I think? I think you're an absolute idiot for doing this."
The two continued fighting, until finally Jack knocked Will down and slashed his waist.
"Well, Turner, looks like little lady comin' with me. Come on, love," Jack said, extending his arm.
But, Elizabeth was crying as she stared at Will's awful wound.
"You bloody bastard. It was just a stupid, little fight. You're not actually supposed to hurt the person you're fighting."
"So, does that mean you'll be going with me, then?"
Elizabeth stood up and glared at Jack as she spoke.
"You're a bloody scallywag. A pirate. What makes you think I'd ever choose you? Huh? You don't care about anyone other than yourself. You only care about Jack Sparrow."
She helps Will up and together, they walk away, leaving Jack alone.
"That's Captian. Captain Jack Sparrow. He's the one who only cares about himself. And you, love."
Jack sat on the edge of his bed as he read his map over carefully. He finally became fed up with it and threw it on the table. He got up and walked up onto the deck. Once there, he leaned on the side of the ship and cast a pensive gaze over the water. Elizabeth came up beside him. "Jack," she said as he turned to look at her. "We need to talk." "Aye." "I don't think we should do this anymore." "Do what, love?" "This. This constant trying to start a relationship when we both bloody well know it'll never work." "Oh, that." "I'm sorry, Jack. But, it's just because of Will and all." "Yeah, course. I understand," he said, turned away from her. Elizabeth walked away. All of a sudden, a hand came upon his shoulder. He jumped and turned around only to see Gibbs standing there.
"Gibbs! Bloody hell! Don't do that."
"I'm sorry, Jack. But, I thought you might want to see this," Gibbs handed him a telegram. Jack peered at it for a moment, then looked up; a shocked expression on his face.
"Why Jack, what be wrong?"
"It's Will. He's on his way."
The waves crashed up against the side of the ship, as it sped along the ocean. Will stared out over the waters as his dinky crew steered the ship. He turned and walked over to a man named Danny, who was at the wheel.
"Are we getting closer?" asked Will.
"Inches and inches every day. We're like a shark on the hunt. We will reach our prey shortly." Said Danny dramatically.
Will rolled his eyes. "If you could do without the dramatic flair."
"We'll be there in approximately three hours."
"And you're sure we're going the right way?"
"Yes. I have a copy of the map Sparrow is following. He should be arriving at Port Mane in about two hours. There, he'll spend the night; get supplies. We'll be there just in time."
Will smiled.
Port Mane was almost exactly like Port Royal, except a lot smaller, and without the governor or the commodore. This time, Elizabeth was first off the ship. As she stepped onto the island she cast a "see, now you don't have to wait for me, like last time" look. Jack rolled his eyes.
Once on the island, the crew walked to the nearest bar, as Jack lagged behind. He couldn't take his eyes off Elizabeth, who was walking a bit in front of him. Elizabeth started to look back at him, but turned away every time because she told herself it was wrong.
When everyone had sat down inside the bar, somehow Jack and Elizabeth ended up sitting across from each other. Jack motioned for her to go outside with him, but she just glanced at him evilly. Finally, after awhile she went outside, with Jack on her heel.
"Elizabeth," Jack called after her as she went to the side of the building.
"What? What do you want, Jack?"
"I just want to understand something, love. Do you want to be with me, or not? It's a very simple question."
"You expect me to answer that?"
"Yeah."
"Well, then you're a conniving, bloody fool!"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"If you can't figure that out for yourself, then-"
Jack pulled her over to a wall.
"-Just tell me, love. Me, or him. "I already told you." "Let's just see if this works," Jack leans in to kiss her, but before he can, a familiar voice interrupts them. "You bastard." Elizabeth and Jack turned around to face none other than Will. "You bloody bastard. Get away from her," said Will, very irritated. "Will," Elizabeth said, slightly stunned. "I told you! Leave her alone!" said Will, this time pointing his sword at Jack. "All right, all right. I'm leaving," "What are you doing here?" asked Elizabeth.
"I've come to take you home."
"Take me home?!"
Jack pointed his sword at Will, and said, "How 'bout a duel, then?"
"Don't be stupid, Jack," said Elizabeth curtly.
"I have a proposition for you, Turner. We have a little one on one to see who will win fair lady's heart. In other words, whoever wins will take her with them. Since she obviously can't make a decision all by her onesy. Do we have an accord?"
"Sure," said Will drawing his sword and immediately engaging in battle.
At one point, when Jack had knocked Will over, he grabbed Elizabeth's arm and said, "So, what do you think love?"
"What do I think? I think you're an absolute idiot for doing this."
The two continued fighting, until finally Jack knocked Will down and slashed his waist.
"Well, Turner, looks like little lady comin' with me. Come on, love," Jack said, extending his arm.
But, Elizabeth was crying as she stared at Will's awful wound.
"You bloody bastard. It was just a stupid, little fight. You're not actually supposed to hurt the person you're fighting."
"So, does that mean you'll be going with me, then?"
Elizabeth stood up and glared at Jack as she spoke.
"You're a bloody scallywag. A pirate. What makes you think I'd ever choose you? Huh? You don't care about anyone other than yourself. You only care about Jack Sparrow."
She helps Will up and together, they walk away, leaving Jack alone.
"That's Captian. Captain Jack Sparrow. He's the one who only cares about himself. And you, love."