Upon a Painted Ocean - Part 4
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 ... and probablly higher
Summary: This is quickly turning out to be an adventure story instead of a romance....with some OC, some angst, some sap, some h/c, and a lot of supernatural. But fear not, there's still gonna be tons of slash, it's just gonna be slow in coming.
Disclaim: Pirate of the Caribbean isn't mine, I ain't making no money off of this, so don't sue. But Zeke is mine, touch him and die. Credit for the title goes to P.Spear, who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Also special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning: This has gotta to be the most boring chapter so far, no blood, no sword fight, and Jack has only like two lines. I've also shamelessly taken some reference from the Anderson tale, couldn't resist. Please R&R everyone! ^_^ Suggestions and corrections are always welcome, they make me write better and faster, ye know *wink, wink*
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"I can't speak as a professional, but you will probablly live." Zeke said as he cleaned the wound on Will's head with a piece of cloth ripped from his shirt.
I want to sleep.
Will felt weightless, like he was submerged under water. Everything around him looked blurry and disoriented. There was an invisible net around him, restraining him, choking him. His eyes are getting heavier. He winced at a particular hard nip.
"Under the circumstances, I don't think falling asleep would be a good idea, Mr. Turner."
"Will, just call me Will," It's always comforting to know someone else is stuck in the same hellhole situation as you. "Or would you rather I call you Mr. Black."
"Zeke is fine....Will." Zeke resumed the task at hand.
Will tried to stand up and stumbled. Zeke placed a hand under his shoulder blade and lowered him back down. "I wouldn't advise standing up too quickly neither."
The cook is acting really strange, Will mused, rather talkative for one.....
"Stay here." Zeke pressed a small dagger in his hand and popped him against the wall. "I am going to go look around, test the water a little."
He gave the cook a nod in acknowledgment. Not soon after Zeke slipped through the door, his eyes closed again. His last thought was of captain Jack Sparrow. Jack's face when he woke from that nightmare, like he had seen something wonderfull but couldn't really trust himself not to still be inside a dream.
I hope you are all right, Jack.
~~~*~~~
The corridor was empty, in fact, the entire deck was empty. Zeke crouched inside the shadow, both palms pressed down on the floor. He can feel the vibration of the wood as if the ship itself was breathing. He shut his eyes and tried to pull in as many sound as possible. There, most of the crews were busy working on the top deck.
They are certainly in a hurry to go somewhere.
There weren't a lot of people on board, especially for a ship this size. Then again, Zeke had noticed the considerable number of dark figures still on the Pearl when they were pulling away.
He felt uneasy. He didn't have much experience with any kind of escaping, because he rarely get caught. Normally he would burn a path and take as many damned souls as possible back home and be done with it. Unfortunately, the body he's currently resided in has limits, not to mention there's still Will to consider.
I don't think the boy can move very far. I suppose...I can just kill him and take over the ship. Zeke contemplated to himself. It shouldn't present too great of a challenge, not if those two other idiots were any indication. And if what I thought early was true......
He has no doubt that Will's death would devastate captain Jack Sparrow. He had heard the occasional slurred out tales about the two's last adventure, usually when large amount of rum was involved and the crew's inhabitation at their lowest. He recalled some of the horror stories his shipmates had oh-so-delightfully passed around, about how much more unstable and vicious Jack Sparrow had became. They certainly fueled the whole "so-evil-hell- itself-spat-him-out" image of the pirate captain. Zeke had liked that Jack much better, even if he did spend a great deal of time immersed himself in rum and whores.
But now.....what a waste of potential.
Once Anamarie had commented on how the captain smiled much more ever since young Mr. Turner came aboard. Zeke didn't see any difference at the time. He had thought that Jack Sparrow always smiles, in a queer fakery kind of way. Still, he couldn't stop the impending feeling that his mission was about to be doomed.
I should kill him. I really should kill him.
But for some reason, which he did not want to think too hard on, he didn't want Will Turner's blood on his hands.
I am not one of those low ranking dimwits who use a big-bang to solve everything. I am a manipulator, he argued with himself. I don't want to kill the brat because I want him to suffer. Yeah, that's right. Make him suffer for messing with my plan......just....not right now.
As for Jack Sparrow, Zeke had already invested too much time and energy on him to just give up. His soul will be mine. Zeke decided. I'll wait, things have a tendency to get worse when they are concerned with Sparrow.
He walked down the corridor slowly and stopped at a door at the end of a Y intersection. It was jammed, he gave it a solid jostle. The door creaked open without a sound. He peeped inside carefully. It would have to do. They needed some place to hide and plan their next move before someone discovered the bodies. He turned and began go back to fetch Will
Keep your target close, and your target's weakness closer.
~~~*~~~
Once again Will woke to singing. He looked around, Zeke hasn't returned yet. He pushed himself up slowly, his head was still spinning a little.
What is that? .....it has to be.....singing....
He dragged his feet up one inch at a time, one step, then another. There was another room connected to his, half of it was enclosed in metal bars identical to the one he was kept in. The room smelled like burned flesh and on the floor there were two heaps of ashes.
What happened?
Carefully stepped around, he tried to hold on to whatever was still in his stomach and pushed open the other door. The singing came from the room across the hall. The room was unlocked. Cautiously, he peeped inside. It appeared to be a storage room, there were stacks of boxes and baskets scattered around.
There it is again..... Will stilled and looked around carefully. He followed the soft sound. In the shadow, it was a barrel.
The barrel was shut tight, but there are small holes on top of the lid. He bent down his head slightly and tried to peak through the holes. A shadow flashed and he jumped back. The singing stopped and there were something like fingers reach out from under the holes.
They were fingers. Then a small voice called out, "....help me...." Will gawked at it and slowly pulled out the knife from his sleeve. The lid wasn't nailed, instead there were a series of small hooks that locked the lid onto the side of the barrel. He carefully peeled those open and push the lid off.
The barrel was filled with water and a small face hesitantly looked up at him. A girl, around 14 or maybe younger, with the most strange shade of hair. Green, he stared at it incredibly, then he noticed the eyes. Large, gold, split pupiled eyes were slowly filling with gratitude and adoration. His jaw dropped before he gasped and began slowly edge away.
"NO....no....don't go....please." One small hand reached toward him.
Was that fins on her arm? "Wh, who? What?"
"Don't go....please...I don't want to go back to the dark....please." The small voice pleaded softly. She continued to rise, until her upper body is completely out of water. Light green scales covered her from waist down. Will stumbled back and blushed, then immediately turned his face away. She may looked young, but she was well developed.
He pinched himself hard ..... twice. It's a mermaid, he was busy swallowing down the hysteria, I just found a mermaid in a freaking barrel. He took a few deep breaths. Well, it really shouldn't surprise him that much. After all he did fight off a swarm of skeleton pirates just over a year ago. If the undead were real, then all the other weird things he's heard as a child can't be that far off stretch.
"Wha...." His mouth felt dry, he tried again more politely. "Who are you?"
"Tisha! My name is Tisha." There were so much joy in that voice, he couldn't help but smiled at her. "I am Will......what are you doing here?" "They caught me. I was just at this beach....there were a lot of pretty rocks....then those bad men, they had this big, nasty net....", she waved her hands a little and frowned. Will was reminded of Jack, whose bottom lip would also stick out a little just like that when he doesn't get his way.
Concentrate. William Turner. Concentrate.
"....then they put me in this barrel....I don't know how long it's been." The girl....mermaid was still talking. "Are you here to rescue me?" She grabbed his hand suddenly and stared at him dreamily. "Wh, what?" "There is this old tale among my people....about this mermaid princess and her prince."
"Wh, What? No, I...." But she had started talking again, "...She rescued him from this sinking ship...." Her body language just screamed Jack, she's even swaggering.
How did she do that without legs?
"....well, she did die in the end, but still, it was so beautiful and so romantic and so...."
"What's this?" Zeke said beside him. He jumped, "D...Don't DO that!!!" The mermaid had stopped in mid-sentence, her mouth open and closed a couple of time. She was gaping at Zeke with a terrified _expression. Will looked at her quizzicly. She shrieked and ducked under so quick that the water splashed out and narrowly missed wetting the front of Will's trouser.
~~~*~~~
After much explanation and convincing, Tisha finally agreed to let Zeke carried her in some old blanket they've found. Zeke had a long-suffered _expression on his face, while she held herself perfectly still in his arm, and gave him occasional glance filled with both awareness and horror. As stealthily as possible, they made to the other room.
The room was circular in shape, about 6 to 7 meters in diameter. Curved book shelves lined the walls, there were a couple of big leather armchairs scattered around. A wooden table stood in the center, books laid open on it. Underneath the small round window in the room was an old fireplace. A few pathetic rays of light broke through the glasses, and covered whatever it touched with an grayish white
"A pirate ship with a library. Well, will wonders ever cease." Will said dryly.
He swiped his index finger across the table, leaving a short clear line. "I don't think anyone come in a lot, we should be safe here, for a while."
Tisha was tense, but still was looking around with curiosity. The blanket wrapped around her was getting wetter. Zeke closed his arms around her a little more, even with a layer of fabric in between, her scales were still very slippery.
"Now, let's make you comfortable. Where are we going to place you?" Will murmured.
"Over there will be fine," Zeke motioned with his head towards the corner, "it's out of the sun, so the meat won't spoil."
Will stopped, then looked at him carefully ".....Zeke, why ... did you take her with us?"
"I didn't mug any food." he said evenly.
"....."
"Half of her is fish."
"....."
"Will? Why is your eye twitching like that?"
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"What do you mean we are NOT going after them??!!!"
Jack covered his ears and tried to put some more distance between himself and Elizabeth. "We ca't afford to make any side trips, Missie"
"What!"
"The basic repair already took us a full day." Mr. Gibbs joined in, "with most of the fans gone, it would take us almost twice the time to reach the next port."
Jack held his palms up and gave a "there you go" wave towards his first mate.
"There's also the code. Whoever falls behind, gets left behind." Anamarie reasoned.
"And whoever get captured, gets left captured?" Elizabeth is shaking now, she forced through clenched teeth, "they're more like guidelines anyway...."
"Ha' about Port Royal then?" Jack pointed out to her evenly, "Ae' ye ready to abandon your father an' the town?"
She paled. "I....I..... but, Will.... he......"
"Th' lad is Bootstrap Bill's son, he'll be fine." Jack gave her a open mouthed grin, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
"Th' greater good, eh?" There was a bitterness in his voice that Elizabeth wasn't ready to explore further. "Th' whelp's expendable."
*SLAP*
Elizabeth turned and stomped away. "I don't think I deserve that." Jack grunted and nursed his redden cheek.
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After Will finally managed to calm Tisha down, and reassuring her that: No, they were not going to eat her, and no, not even when they were on the verge of starvation. She had restored back to ignoring them. Zeke was not pleased; his hair was still damp from when she repeatedly banged on his face with her tail.
Stupid fish, he thought darkly, I'll deep fry you....alive.
He gave another evil...or so he thought...glare at the mermaid. Her entire body was buried in the blanket with only the top of her skull visible, dark green hair spilling over wildly and spread out like seaweed. The bundle would twitch at uneven intervals, apparently she's still upset.
They had discussed what to do next, it would probablly take a while for their captors to realizes the prisoners have escaped. However, they couldn't exactly move freely with this much excess baggage(Tisha) and Will was almost dead on his feet. Zeke had insisted they take a break when Will had slumped against the shelf for support. Will had grown pensive, he figured there was little chance for a proper escaping. However, as soon as there is a breach in the security, they could make a break for it to the upper deck and then free Tisha. She had promised to go straight for Jack, assuming the Black Pearl was still somewhere near where it was attacked last.
Zeke turned his attention back to Will, who had fallen asleep shortly afterward. That wound on his head needed to be looked at properly. Zeke didn't fancy Will dead, not yet anyway. Legs curved up and held close, Will had burrowed his entire body into the armchair. One hand lay boneless at his side, his head positioned to the side and the other arm tugged underneath one cheek. His mouth was slightly open eyes moved restless behind their curtains in dream.
I suppose he could be consider beautiful, Zeke studied him closer, tried to understand what the youth's appeal is to a certain pirate captain, too pale though ..... I remembere a time when the paler you were, the more likely you were to be shacked and sold off.
"I know what you are."
He turned his face toward Tisha, annoyed that his thoughts were interrupted. She had poked her head out of the blanket, hair plastered to her skull and covered most of her face. Her golden eyes were flashing, the slit in them darken and expanded to a long oval shape.
"I know what I am, too. So what." He gave her a rueful little smirk.
She hissed. "I won't let you get him. I'll protect him."
He couldn't help but chuckled at that. "You are gonna have to get in line. Fish. The boy's already taken."
She hissed harder and bared her sharp little teeth at him. Will stirred, they both froze. With a disgruntled grunt, she dipped her head back down again. Zeke had the certain urge to stick his tongue out at her.
It was then, the strong sour smell of sulfur assaulted his nostril. His head snapped up, alarmed and was half way to wake up Will when the door was kicked down. Will leapt up off the chair, eyes wide. His gaze turned to the door.
He gawked: "YOU!!!"
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Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 ... and probablly higher
Summary: This is quickly turning out to be an adventure story instead of a romance....with some OC, some angst, some sap, some h/c, and a lot of supernatural. But fear not, there's still gonna be tons of slash, it's just gonna be slow in coming.
Disclaim: Pirate of the Caribbean isn't mine, I ain't making no money off of this, so don't sue. But Zeke is mine, touch him and die. Credit for the title goes to P.Spear, who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Also special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning: This has gotta to be the most boring chapter so far, no blood, no sword fight, and Jack has only like two lines. I've also shamelessly taken some reference from the Anderson tale, couldn't resist. Please R&R everyone! ^_^ Suggestions and corrections are always welcome, they make me write better and faster, ye know *wink, wink*
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"I can't speak as a professional, but you will probablly live." Zeke said as he cleaned the wound on Will's head with a piece of cloth ripped from his shirt.
I want to sleep.
Will felt weightless, like he was submerged under water. Everything around him looked blurry and disoriented. There was an invisible net around him, restraining him, choking him. His eyes are getting heavier. He winced at a particular hard nip.
"Under the circumstances, I don't think falling asleep would be a good idea, Mr. Turner."
"Will, just call me Will," It's always comforting to know someone else is stuck in the same hellhole situation as you. "Or would you rather I call you Mr. Black."
"Zeke is fine....Will." Zeke resumed the task at hand.
Will tried to stand up and stumbled. Zeke placed a hand under his shoulder blade and lowered him back down. "I wouldn't advise standing up too quickly neither."
The cook is acting really strange, Will mused, rather talkative for one.....
"Stay here." Zeke pressed a small dagger in his hand and popped him against the wall. "I am going to go look around, test the water a little."
He gave the cook a nod in acknowledgment. Not soon after Zeke slipped through the door, his eyes closed again. His last thought was of captain Jack Sparrow. Jack's face when he woke from that nightmare, like he had seen something wonderfull but couldn't really trust himself not to still be inside a dream.
I hope you are all right, Jack.
~~~*~~~
The corridor was empty, in fact, the entire deck was empty. Zeke crouched inside the shadow, both palms pressed down on the floor. He can feel the vibration of the wood as if the ship itself was breathing. He shut his eyes and tried to pull in as many sound as possible. There, most of the crews were busy working on the top deck.
They are certainly in a hurry to go somewhere.
There weren't a lot of people on board, especially for a ship this size. Then again, Zeke had noticed the considerable number of dark figures still on the Pearl when they were pulling away.
He felt uneasy. He didn't have much experience with any kind of escaping, because he rarely get caught. Normally he would burn a path and take as many damned souls as possible back home and be done with it. Unfortunately, the body he's currently resided in has limits, not to mention there's still Will to consider.
I don't think the boy can move very far. I suppose...I can just kill him and take over the ship. Zeke contemplated to himself. It shouldn't present too great of a challenge, not if those two other idiots were any indication. And if what I thought early was true......
He has no doubt that Will's death would devastate captain Jack Sparrow. He had heard the occasional slurred out tales about the two's last adventure, usually when large amount of rum was involved and the crew's inhabitation at their lowest. He recalled some of the horror stories his shipmates had oh-so-delightfully passed around, about how much more unstable and vicious Jack Sparrow had became. They certainly fueled the whole "so-evil-hell- itself-spat-him-out" image of the pirate captain. Zeke had liked that Jack much better, even if he did spend a great deal of time immersed himself in rum and whores.
But now.....what a waste of potential.
Once Anamarie had commented on how the captain smiled much more ever since young Mr. Turner came aboard. Zeke didn't see any difference at the time. He had thought that Jack Sparrow always smiles, in a queer fakery kind of way. Still, he couldn't stop the impending feeling that his mission was about to be doomed.
I should kill him. I really should kill him.
But for some reason, which he did not want to think too hard on, he didn't want Will Turner's blood on his hands.
I am not one of those low ranking dimwits who use a big-bang to solve everything. I am a manipulator, he argued with himself. I don't want to kill the brat because I want him to suffer. Yeah, that's right. Make him suffer for messing with my plan......just....not right now.
As for Jack Sparrow, Zeke had already invested too much time and energy on him to just give up. His soul will be mine. Zeke decided. I'll wait, things have a tendency to get worse when they are concerned with Sparrow.
He walked down the corridor slowly and stopped at a door at the end of a Y intersection. It was jammed, he gave it a solid jostle. The door creaked open without a sound. He peeped inside carefully. It would have to do. They needed some place to hide and plan their next move before someone discovered the bodies. He turned and began go back to fetch Will
Keep your target close, and your target's weakness closer.
~~~*~~~
Once again Will woke to singing. He looked around, Zeke hasn't returned yet. He pushed himself up slowly, his head was still spinning a little.
What is that? .....it has to be.....singing....
He dragged his feet up one inch at a time, one step, then another. There was another room connected to his, half of it was enclosed in metal bars identical to the one he was kept in. The room smelled like burned flesh and on the floor there were two heaps of ashes.
What happened?
Carefully stepped around, he tried to hold on to whatever was still in his stomach and pushed open the other door. The singing came from the room across the hall. The room was unlocked. Cautiously, he peeped inside. It appeared to be a storage room, there were stacks of boxes and baskets scattered around.
There it is again..... Will stilled and looked around carefully. He followed the soft sound. In the shadow, it was a barrel.
The barrel was shut tight, but there are small holes on top of the lid. He bent down his head slightly and tried to peak through the holes. A shadow flashed and he jumped back. The singing stopped and there were something like fingers reach out from under the holes.
They were fingers. Then a small voice called out, "....help me...." Will gawked at it and slowly pulled out the knife from his sleeve. The lid wasn't nailed, instead there were a series of small hooks that locked the lid onto the side of the barrel. He carefully peeled those open and push the lid off.
The barrel was filled with water and a small face hesitantly looked up at him. A girl, around 14 or maybe younger, with the most strange shade of hair. Green, he stared at it incredibly, then he noticed the eyes. Large, gold, split pupiled eyes were slowly filling with gratitude and adoration. His jaw dropped before he gasped and began slowly edge away.
"NO....no....don't go....please." One small hand reached toward him.
Was that fins on her arm? "Wh, who? What?"
"Don't go....please...I don't want to go back to the dark....please." The small voice pleaded softly. She continued to rise, until her upper body is completely out of water. Light green scales covered her from waist down. Will stumbled back and blushed, then immediately turned his face away. She may looked young, but she was well developed.
He pinched himself hard ..... twice. It's a mermaid, he was busy swallowing down the hysteria, I just found a mermaid in a freaking barrel. He took a few deep breaths. Well, it really shouldn't surprise him that much. After all he did fight off a swarm of skeleton pirates just over a year ago. If the undead were real, then all the other weird things he's heard as a child can't be that far off stretch.
"Wha...." His mouth felt dry, he tried again more politely. "Who are you?"
"Tisha! My name is Tisha." There were so much joy in that voice, he couldn't help but smiled at her. "I am Will......what are you doing here?" "They caught me. I was just at this beach....there were a lot of pretty rocks....then those bad men, they had this big, nasty net....", she waved her hands a little and frowned. Will was reminded of Jack, whose bottom lip would also stick out a little just like that when he doesn't get his way.
Concentrate. William Turner. Concentrate.
"....then they put me in this barrel....I don't know how long it's been." The girl....mermaid was still talking. "Are you here to rescue me?" She grabbed his hand suddenly and stared at him dreamily. "Wh, what?" "There is this old tale among my people....about this mermaid princess and her prince."
"Wh, What? No, I...." But she had started talking again, "...She rescued him from this sinking ship...." Her body language just screamed Jack, she's even swaggering.
How did she do that without legs?
"....well, she did die in the end, but still, it was so beautiful and so romantic and so...."
"What's this?" Zeke said beside him. He jumped, "D...Don't DO that!!!" The mermaid had stopped in mid-sentence, her mouth open and closed a couple of time. She was gaping at Zeke with a terrified _expression. Will looked at her quizzicly. She shrieked and ducked under so quick that the water splashed out and narrowly missed wetting the front of Will's trouser.
~~~*~~~
After much explanation and convincing, Tisha finally agreed to let Zeke carried her in some old blanket they've found. Zeke had a long-suffered _expression on his face, while she held herself perfectly still in his arm, and gave him occasional glance filled with both awareness and horror. As stealthily as possible, they made to the other room.
The room was circular in shape, about 6 to 7 meters in diameter. Curved book shelves lined the walls, there were a couple of big leather armchairs scattered around. A wooden table stood in the center, books laid open on it. Underneath the small round window in the room was an old fireplace. A few pathetic rays of light broke through the glasses, and covered whatever it touched with an grayish white
"A pirate ship with a library. Well, will wonders ever cease." Will said dryly.
He swiped his index finger across the table, leaving a short clear line. "I don't think anyone come in a lot, we should be safe here, for a while."
Tisha was tense, but still was looking around with curiosity. The blanket wrapped around her was getting wetter. Zeke closed his arms around her a little more, even with a layer of fabric in between, her scales were still very slippery.
"Now, let's make you comfortable. Where are we going to place you?" Will murmured.
"Over there will be fine," Zeke motioned with his head towards the corner, "it's out of the sun, so the meat won't spoil."
Will stopped, then looked at him carefully ".....Zeke, why ... did you take her with us?"
"I didn't mug any food." he said evenly.
"....."
"Half of her is fish."
"....."
"Will? Why is your eye twitching like that?"
~~~*~~~~
"What do you mean we are NOT going after them??!!!"
Jack covered his ears and tried to put some more distance between himself and Elizabeth. "We ca't afford to make any side trips, Missie"
"What!"
"The basic repair already took us a full day." Mr. Gibbs joined in, "with most of the fans gone, it would take us almost twice the time to reach the next port."
Jack held his palms up and gave a "there you go" wave towards his first mate.
"There's also the code. Whoever falls behind, gets left behind." Anamarie reasoned.
"And whoever get captured, gets left captured?" Elizabeth is shaking now, she forced through clenched teeth, "they're more like guidelines anyway...."
"Ha' about Port Royal then?" Jack pointed out to her evenly, "Ae' ye ready to abandon your father an' the town?"
She paled. "I....I..... but, Will.... he......"
"Th' lad is Bootstrap Bill's son, he'll be fine." Jack gave her a open mouthed grin, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
"Th' greater good, eh?" There was a bitterness in his voice that Elizabeth wasn't ready to explore further. "Th' whelp's expendable."
*SLAP*
Elizabeth turned and stomped away. "I don't think I deserve that." Jack grunted and nursed his redden cheek.
~~~*~~~
After Will finally managed to calm Tisha down, and reassuring her that: No, they were not going to eat her, and no, not even when they were on the verge of starvation. She had restored back to ignoring them. Zeke was not pleased; his hair was still damp from when she repeatedly banged on his face with her tail.
Stupid fish, he thought darkly, I'll deep fry you....alive.
He gave another evil...or so he thought...glare at the mermaid. Her entire body was buried in the blanket with only the top of her skull visible, dark green hair spilling over wildly and spread out like seaweed. The bundle would twitch at uneven intervals, apparently she's still upset.
They had discussed what to do next, it would probablly take a while for their captors to realizes the prisoners have escaped. However, they couldn't exactly move freely with this much excess baggage(Tisha) and Will was almost dead on his feet. Zeke had insisted they take a break when Will had slumped against the shelf for support. Will had grown pensive, he figured there was little chance for a proper escaping. However, as soon as there is a breach in the security, they could make a break for it to the upper deck and then free Tisha. She had promised to go straight for Jack, assuming the Black Pearl was still somewhere near where it was attacked last.
Zeke turned his attention back to Will, who had fallen asleep shortly afterward. That wound on his head needed to be looked at properly. Zeke didn't fancy Will dead, not yet anyway. Legs curved up and held close, Will had burrowed his entire body into the armchair. One hand lay boneless at his side, his head positioned to the side and the other arm tugged underneath one cheek. His mouth was slightly open eyes moved restless behind their curtains in dream.
I suppose he could be consider beautiful, Zeke studied him closer, tried to understand what the youth's appeal is to a certain pirate captain, too pale though ..... I remembere a time when the paler you were, the more likely you were to be shacked and sold off.
"I know what you are."
He turned his face toward Tisha, annoyed that his thoughts were interrupted. She had poked her head out of the blanket, hair plastered to her skull and covered most of her face. Her golden eyes were flashing, the slit in them darken and expanded to a long oval shape.
"I know what I am, too. So what." He gave her a rueful little smirk.
She hissed. "I won't let you get him. I'll protect him."
He couldn't help but chuckled at that. "You are gonna have to get in line. Fish. The boy's already taken."
She hissed harder and bared her sharp little teeth at him. Will stirred, they both froze. With a disgruntled grunt, she dipped her head back down again. Zeke had the certain urge to stick his tongue out at her.
It was then, the strong sour smell of sulfur assaulted his nostril. His head snapped up, alarmed and was half way to wake up Will when the door was kicked down. Will leapt up off the chair, eyes wide. His gaze turned to the door.
He gawked: "YOU!!!"
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