Author's Note: Ah, you all thought I had given up, didn't you? You thought
I had grown tired of the useless cliches and had no more to write about,
didn't you? You thought I had gouged out my eyes with an oversized
barbecue fork due to the 'research' I conducted for this fic, didn't you?!
Or you just thought I was lazy, if that was the case, you are indeed right.
Anyway, here's more for ya'll, love if you want, hate if you will, but
either way review!
Chapter 5
Will dragged open impossibly heavy eyelids and squinted in the sudden light that stabbed at his fragile little corneas. He groaned and turned slightly onto his side.
At the sound of his groan, there was the immediate response of rustling from the side of the bed he was on and then a hand was placed on his forehead. "Will, my dearest, come back to me."
Will found the voice slightly familiar, and since he wasn't exactly feeling all that great, he did not bother to ponder over it for too long. Will reached up and covered the hand that had traveled down to his cheek with his own hand. "Elizabeth," he whispered.
The hand drew away.
"What did you say?" asked the same voice, only not quite so pleasant as before.
Will blinked and turned again so that he could fully see the person kneeling beside his bed. The woman that came into view was not the one he had thought it would be.
Sitting up quickly, Will stared. "Where is Elizabeth? Who are you, where am I?"
Max frowned at Will's line of questioning. She did not need this right now, Will was supposed to be clear-headed so that he could go back to plotting how he could possibly defeat Jack for her.
"Will," Max spoke up, a smile forming over her lips to further enhance the spell, "you are on the Black Pearl with me and Captain Jack Sparrow and the two of you got into a fight. But don't worry, I dealt with Jack after you went down and took care of you."
Will frowned. He felt like he was being pulled down into some sort of fog, a multi-colored fog with pretty pink sparkles and little ponies playing about and everything always turned out okay and became a romance somehow.
It was a scary place that he did not want to go to.
Will shook his head, he tried to fight it. He tried to keep his senses about him and stay awake so that he could have a chance of getting away from here.
But one look at the ridiculously bright smile and he was done for.
Max noted the glazed look that came over his eyes and sensed the fact that his IQ had suddenly dropped about fifty points.
"Are you alright now my dearest?" she asked.
Will blinked again. But then he smiled.
"Of course my love, I am with you."
Max smiled again, only this time it was one of grim satisfaction. Will reached out for her hand.
Max stood and stepped out of reach of him. "No, I cannot let you think that you can love me," she stated dramatically, pleased that the story was finally continuing in the fashion that it was meant to.
"What do you mean?" the poor blacksmith asked gamely.
"I cannot lead you on when I am unsure of whom my heart doth belongs to," Max replied with her head bowing sadly.
Will frowned. "But I thought you just said that you fought Jack to save me."
"Oh, I did," Max readily agreed, "but as we fought, our levels of expertise and skill matched perfectly even though I only just picked up a sword for the first time three weeks ago, I could not help but wonder if our souls were just as equally matched. We fight now, but it's only a parallel for the sexual tension lying underneath, you know."
Will had nothing to say to that.
"Oh now don't cry," Max said coming closer to the bed again.
For a moment, Will was not sure what she was talking about, but then found to his horror that his cheeks were wet, and that he was indeed crying. Now why in the........
"Please, there's still a chance for you, like I said, I have not made my decision."
Before Max could get a chance to delve more into her twisted love triangle plot, there was the sound of loud thumping on the stairs. Somebody else was coming below deck.
Max turned, her body of course instinctively moving in front of Will so as to protect him if it turned out to be, oh, let's say, dangerous skeletal pirates. You know, the totally original and creative ones.
But alas, it was no such exciting thing, only a bumbling Captain Jack Sparrow with a suspicious bottle clutched in his hand. And of course since the author of the story is most likely a very young girl and is unaware of what a true rum bottle looks like, the matter was rectified by the word RUM being printed across the bottle.
"Jack," Max proclaimed, "I thought you quit drinking!"
Jack squinted one eye at her and said, "Savvy?"
"Well, we haven't come to it yet, but there was going to be a whole sequence in which I come to you in an intervention over the drink and you realize that you would do anything to please me and you give it up completely."
Jack peered at her and then back at the bottle in his hand. He shrugged, muttered "Savvy," and then tilted his head back for another drink.
When he was done taking a swig, his eyes lit upon Will and he dropped the bottle. He whipped his sword out, again, and uttered a dangerous, "Savvy."
"No," Max stepped up so that she was completely between Jack and Will, "you cannot fight him now, he's not even recuperated yet."
Jack looked doubtful and even remorseful, but then reluctantly resheathed his sword.
"Just take your vile drink and go," Max said, plans for the upcoming dramatic intervention running through her mind.
Jack gave one last, smoldering glance, and then turned to rumble back up the stairs.
Max turned one last time to Will as Jack exited, her olive eyes lighting with compassion mixed with sorrow mixed with some other angsty emotion on the blacksmith. "I will be leaving you now," she said softly, "but I shall be back to make sure you are still well."
And with those delicate parting words, she turned and left.
And once again, the fact that the two 'captains' of the ship had both been below deck and nobody was at the helm was expertly, or asininely whichever you prefer, skipped over.
Chapter 5
Will dragged open impossibly heavy eyelids and squinted in the sudden light that stabbed at his fragile little corneas. He groaned and turned slightly onto his side.
At the sound of his groan, there was the immediate response of rustling from the side of the bed he was on and then a hand was placed on his forehead. "Will, my dearest, come back to me."
Will found the voice slightly familiar, and since he wasn't exactly feeling all that great, he did not bother to ponder over it for too long. Will reached up and covered the hand that had traveled down to his cheek with his own hand. "Elizabeth," he whispered.
The hand drew away.
"What did you say?" asked the same voice, only not quite so pleasant as before.
Will blinked and turned again so that he could fully see the person kneeling beside his bed. The woman that came into view was not the one he had thought it would be.
Sitting up quickly, Will stared. "Where is Elizabeth? Who are you, where am I?"
Max frowned at Will's line of questioning. She did not need this right now, Will was supposed to be clear-headed so that he could go back to plotting how he could possibly defeat Jack for her.
"Will," Max spoke up, a smile forming over her lips to further enhance the spell, "you are on the Black Pearl with me and Captain Jack Sparrow and the two of you got into a fight. But don't worry, I dealt with Jack after you went down and took care of you."
Will frowned. He felt like he was being pulled down into some sort of fog, a multi-colored fog with pretty pink sparkles and little ponies playing about and everything always turned out okay and became a romance somehow.
It was a scary place that he did not want to go to.
Will shook his head, he tried to fight it. He tried to keep his senses about him and stay awake so that he could have a chance of getting away from here.
But one look at the ridiculously bright smile and he was done for.
Max noted the glazed look that came over his eyes and sensed the fact that his IQ had suddenly dropped about fifty points.
"Are you alright now my dearest?" she asked.
Will blinked again. But then he smiled.
"Of course my love, I am with you."
Max smiled again, only this time it was one of grim satisfaction. Will reached out for her hand.
Max stood and stepped out of reach of him. "No, I cannot let you think that you can love me," she stated dramatically, pleased that the story was finally continuing in the fashion that it was meant to.
"What do you mean?" the poor blacksmith asked gamely.
"I cannot lead you on when I am unsure of whom my heart doth belongs to," Max replied with her head bowing sadly.
Will frowned. "But I thought you just said that you fought Jack to save me."
"Oh, I did," Max readily agreed, "but as we fought, our levels of expertise and skill matched perfectly even though I only just picked up a sword for the first time three weeks ago, I could not help but wonder if our souls were just as equally matched. We fight now, but it's only a parallel for the sexual tension lying underneath, you know."
Will had nothing to say to that.
"Oh now don't cry," Max said coming closer to the bed again.
For a moment, Will was not sure what she was talking about, but then found to his horror that his cheeks were wet, and that he was indeed crying. Now why in the........
"Please, there's still a chance for you, like I said, I have not made my decision."
Before Max could get a chance to delve more into her twisted love triangle plot, there was the sound of loud thumping on the stairs. Somebody else was coming below deck.
Max turned, her body of course instinctively moving in front of Will so as to protect him if it turned out to be, oh, let's say, dangerous skeletal pirates. You know, the totally original and creative ones.
But alas, it was no such exciting thing, only a bumbling Captain Jack Sparrow with a suspicious bottle clutched in his hand. And of course since the author of the story is most likely a very young girl and is unaware of what a true rum bottle looks like, the matter was rectified by the word RUM being printed across the bottle.
"Jack," Max proclaimed, "I thought you quit drinking!"
Jack squinted one eye at her and said, "Savvy?"
"Well, we haven't come to it yet, but there was going to be a whole sequence in which I come to you in an intervention over the drink and you realize that you would do anything to please me and you give it up completely."
Jack peered at her and then back at the bottle in his hand. He shrugged, muttered "Savvy," and then tilted his head back for another drink.
When he was done taking a swig, his eyes lit upon Will and he dropped the bottle. He whipped his sword out, again, and uttered a dangerous, "Savvy."
"No," Max stepped up so that she was completely between Jack and Will, "you cannot fight him now, he's not even recuperated yet."
Jack looked doubtful and even remorseful, but then reluctantly resheathed his sword.
"Just take your vile drink and go," Max said, plans for the upcoming dramatic intervention running through her mind.
Jack gave one last, smoldering glance, and then turned to rumble back up the stairs.
Max turned one last time to Will as Jack exited, her olive eyes lighting with compassion mixed with sorrow mixed with some other angsty emotion on the blacksmith. "I will be leaving you now," she said softly, "but I shall be back to make sure you are still well."
And with those delicate parting words, she turned and left.
And once again, the fact that the two 'captains' of the ship had both been below deck and nobody was at the helm was expertly, or asininely whichever you prefer, skipped over.