Chapter 9- Loud Dramatic Music
"I miss Jack Sparrow…I mean, oh, Will, you rescued me! Put your hand on my bosom now!" Elizabeth places his hand in aforementioned area.
"Hey, what's this?"
"Oh, that. It's your medallion, the one I took from you eight years ago on the passage from England…you know, when you were like half-dead, and I was a complete klepto."
"Ah, I remember those years. How long ago…oh, sorry. So basically, you stole my necklace, that my father gave me, and you've just been wearing it around? Why did you take it?"
"Because it's shiny," she says simply. "Oh, and I thought you were a pirate, and I already knew you would become really hot when you were older, so I didn't want them to hang you."
"Well, thank you for the thought. But I just had a very obvious revelation. Your blood was not what they needed to break the curse." Dramatic music starts to play in the background, getting progressively louder. "It was my blood…the blood of a pirate."
"What was that last part?!" Elizabeth shouts.
"The blood of a pirate!!!" Will answers.
"What?!!" The dramatic music has now reached deafening proportions.
"THE BLOOD OF A PIRATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He slams the skeleton necklace down on the table, and the music stops abruptly. Startled, Elizabeth leaves wordlessly, looking like she's about to cry. Will lifts his hand again and shakes it in pain. "Owwww…"
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"Jack Sparrow. You're supposed to be dead," Barbossa says.
"Yeah, well, you're probably forgetting who you're talking to here," Jack says, bored. "Anyway, you can't kill me, cause you're still cursed, na-na-na-na-na-na."
"So why shouldn't I kill you, then? It could only cheer me up."
"Because *I* know how you can lift the curse," Jack tells him smugly.
*scene shift*
"So you expect to leave me on some island, watching you sail away in my ship, with my apples, and leaving me with nothing at all but the name of someone who can tell me the name of someone who can tell me the name of the person whose blood is needed to break the curse?"
"Of course not. I'll give you the name, and some clothes, no one wants to see what's under there, leave you on some island watching me sail away in *my* ship, and then I'll tell you whether or not I lied once we're well on our way."
"What about the apples?"
"Depends on my mood. They might be eaten, they might be thrown overboard, whatever I feel like doing to them. When it comes to apples, I'm open-minded…up to a certain point."
"So that still leaves me with no apples on some island without a ship and only your word that you might tell me a name?"
"Of the two of us," Jack says, going through the basket of apples on the table- and Barbossa, overcome with a fit of stop-touching-my-apples, glares at him- and choosing the best one, "I am the only one who has not committed mutiny. So it's my word we'll be trusting. Though if you hadn't marooned me, I'd be cursed to. Oh, the irony of it all."
The last sentence is said with his mouth full, having taken a large bite of the apple. Barbossa, now overcome with a fit of stop-*eating*-my-apples, merely glares at him.
"Wow, this is a good apple," Jack says. Barbossa glares some more. "So juicy. So ripe. So crisp. So very very much like an apple. I've never had a better apple in my life. I think I love this apple. If I were going to be an apple, I'd want to be this apple. It is the pinnacle, the paragon of apples. Look at it, in its apple-istic perfection. Why it's almost-"
"Captain, we're coming up on the Interceptor."
Barbossa glares. "Fine! I'm coming up to see!"
Dramatic music starts to play in the background. Jack follows, peering out at the Interceptor. "Hey, I'm having a savvy," he says. "How about I go over to the Interceptor, I get you your medallion back, and we call it even, eh?"
"Um, no. I'd rather kill them! Lock him in the brig!" He is no longer yelling out of annoyance/anger, but merely trying to be heard over the increasing volume of the dramatic music.
Jack clings to the remainder of the apple as one pirate grabs him. "Oh no, Barbossa, you're not getting *this* apple!" When they throw him in the brig, he notices the water on the floor. "You might want to try draining it…or…hey, you're not listening!"
Battle scene ensues. Some explosions happen. Unfortunately, for a while, the dramatic music is so loud that the author cannot hear what the characters are saying. She waits until it dwindles off before any more quotes appear in the story.
Cannonfire blows a hole in the side of the ship. "CUT IT OUT!" Jack yells. "YOU'RE GETTING ME WET!"
However, within the next three point twenty one seconds, he realizes that the door of the brig has been blasted off, and he climbs back up to the main deck. He swings across to the Interceptor, landing just next to Elizabeth.
"Me or Will, love."
"Um…wait… you're all sexy and everything, but Will is just so, so bish. Gosh I don't know. Wait…what's that calling my name?"
It's Will, trapped below deck. "Will, I'm weak and incompetent! How do you expect me to get you out? Just use your sword."
"It's not long enough anymore, it's been submerged in cold water for too long! I swear, it's usually much longer, but now I can't do anything with it!"
"Metal shrinks in water?"
There is a pause. "Oh. *That* sword." He tries, but that doesn't work either. "Nope, I guess I'm going to drown. This is just like 'Titanic'."
"That hasn't happened yet, Will…hey! Get these pirates off of me! Wow, never thought I'd hear myself say that."
Meanwhile, Jack is chasing the monkey around. They pass from the Interceptor to the Pearl, where Jack runs into Barbossa and falls backward. Barbossa now has the skeleton medallion in his hand. "Thank you, Jack."
"You're welcome," Jack says.
"Oh, not you. We named the monkey Jack."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Maybe because you ate one of my apples."
End Chapter 9
I know it's short, but I'm trying to get this posted. Next chapter will be the walking the plank and Jack and Elizabeth on the island, and all that.
At this point, my lovely muse, Avera, is forcing me to stop and acknowledge my wonderful reviewer, Lyra Silvertongue, who gave me helpful suggestions that I actually used. Thanks Sarah! Love, hugs, red confetti.
Please Review. I'm still taking suggestions for the rest of the story, because I still have that inspiration leak. I'm especially looking for good ideas for the Jack/Elizabeth scene with all the rum and et cetera.
"I miss Jack Sparrow…I mean, oh, Will, you rescued me! Put your hand on my bosom now!" Elizabeth places his hand in aforementioned area.
"Hey, what's this?"
"Oh, that. It's your medallion, the one I took from you eight years ago on the passage from England…you know, when you were like half-dead, and I was a complete klepto."
"Ah, I remember those years. How long ago…oh, sorry. So basically, you stole my necklace, that my father gave me, and you've just been wearing it around? Why did you take it?"
"Because it's shiny," she says simply. "Oh, and I thought you were a pirate, and I already knew you would become really hot when you were older, so I didn't want them to hang you."
"Well, thank you for the thought. But I just had a very obvious revelation. Your blood was not what they needed to break the curse." Dramatic music starts to play in the background, getting progressively louder. "It was my blood…the blood of a pirate."
"What was that last part?!" Elizabeth shouts.
"The blood of a pirate!!!" Will answers.
"What?!!" The dramatic music has now reached deafening proportions.
"THE BLOOD OF A PIRATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He slams the skeleton necklace down on the table, and the music stops abruptly. Startled, Elizabeth leaves wordlessly, looking like she's about to cry. Will lifts his hand again and shakes it in pain. "Owwww…"
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"Jack Sparrow. You're supposed to be dead," Barbossa says.
"Yeah, well, you're probably forgetting who you're talking to here," Jack says, bored. "Anyway, you can't kill me, cause you're still cursed, na-na-na-na-na-na."
"So why shouldn't I kill you, then? It could only cheer me up."
"Because *I* know how you can lift the curse," Jack tells him smugly.
*scene shift*
"So you expect to leave me on some island, watching you sail away in my ship, with my apples, and leaving me with nothing at all but the name of someone who can tell me the name of someone who can tell me the name of the person whose blood is needed to break the curse?"
"Of course not. I'll give you the name, and some clothes, no one wants to see what's under there, leave you on some island watching me sail away in *my* ship, and then I'll tell you whether or not I lied once we're well on our way."
"What about the apples?"
"Depends on my mood. They might be eaten, they might be thrown overboard, whatever I feel like doing to them. When it comes to apples, I'm open-minded…up to a certain point."
"So that still leaves me with no apples on some island without a ship and only your word that you might tell me a name?"
"Of the two of us," Jack says, going through the basket of apples on the table- and Barbossa, overcome with a fit of stop-touching-my-apples, glares at him- and choosing the best one, "I am the only one who has not committed mutiny. So it's my word we'll be trusting. Though if you hadn't marooned me, I'd be cursed to. Oh, the irony of it all."
The last sentence is said with his mouth full, having taken a large bite of the apple. Barbossa, now overcome with a fit of stop-*eating*-my-apples, merely glares at him.
"Wow, this is a good apple," Jack says. Barbossa glares some more. "So juicy. So ripe. So crisp. So very very much like an apple. I've never had a better apple in my life. I think I love this apple. If I were going to be an apple, I'd want to be this apple. It is the pinnacle, the paragon of apples. Look at it, in its apple-istic perfection. Why it's almost-"
"Captain, we're coming up on the Interceptor."
Barbossa glares. "Fine! I'm coming up to see!"
Dramatic music starts to play in the background. Jack follows, peering out at the Interceptor. "Hey, I'm having a savvy," he says. "How about I go over to the Interceptor, I get you your medallion back, and we call it even, eh?"
"Um, no. I'd rather kill them! Lock him in the brig!" He is no longer yelling out of annoyance/anger, but merely trying to be heard over the increasing volume of the dramatic music.
Jack clings to the remainder of the apple as one pirate grabs him. "Oh no, Barbossa, you're not getting *this* apple!" When they throw him in the brig, he notices the water on the floor. "You might want to try draining it…or…hey, you're not listening!"
Battle scene ensues. Some explosions happen. Unfortunately, for a while, the dramatic music is so loud that the author cannot hear what the characters are saying. She waits until it dwindles off before any more quotes appear in the story.
Cannonfire blows a hole in the side of the ship. "CUT IT OUT!" Jack yells. "YOU'RE GETTING ME WET!"
However, within the next three point twenty one seconds, he realizes that the door of the brig has been blasted off, and he climbs back up to the main deck. He swings across to the Interceptor, landing just next to Elizabeth.
"Me or Will, love."
"Um…wait… you're all sexy and everything, but Will is just so, so bish. Gosh I don't know. Wait…what's that calling my name?"
It's Will, trapped below deck. "Will, I'm weak and incompetent! How do you expect me to get you out? Just use your sword."
"It's not long enough anymore, it's been submerged in cold water for too long! I swear, it's usually much longer, but now I can't do anything with it!"
"Metal shrinks in water?"
There is a pause. "Oh. *That* sword." He tries, but that doesn't work either. "Nope, I guess I'm going to drown. This is just like 'Titanic'."
"That hasn't happened yet, Will…hey! Get these pirates off of me! Wow, never thought I'd hear myself say that."
Meanwhile, Jack is chasing the monkey around. They pass from the Interceptor to the Pearl, where Jack runs into Barbossa and falls backward. Barbossa now has the skeleton medallion in his hand. "Thank you, Jack."
"You're welcome," Jack says.
"Oh, not you. We named the monkey Jack."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Maybe because you ate one of my apples."
End Chapter 9
I know it's short, but I'm trying to get this posted. Next chapter will be the walking the plank and Jack and Elizabeth on the island, and all that.
At this point, my lovely muse, Avera, is forcing me to stop and acknowledge my wonderful reviewer, Lyra Silvertongue, who gave me helpful suggestions that I actually used. Thanks Sarah! Love, hugs, red confetti.
Please Review. I'm still taking suggestions for the rest of the story, because I still have that inspiration leak. I'm especially looking for good ideas for the Jack/Elizabeth scene with all the rum and et cetera.