Author's Note: Let's see here, nope still not dead, and nope haven't
abandoned the story, so what does this mean? Why a new chapter of course!
As always sorry for the dreadful update but school is proving to truly bite
and is seriously cutting into my sitting around time. So without further
ado, more story and please review!
Chapter 6
It was time.
The perfect moment for the dramatic intervention sequence had come. The current weather was even perfect for the mood, a subtle *cough*not*cough* touch added by the author. A full moon hung distorted above the Black Pearl, with clouds covering most of it along with a heavy mist that had come to settle upon the sea and the consequent ship.
Max made her way to the back of the ship where the poor drunken man stood. Her step was light yet firm, her bottle green eyes alight with her determination while the light of the moon shone down over her pale figure, making her gleam with an ethereal light of her own, adding to the dark dramatic light of the scene, making it not dark at all but rather light, with the light coming from her, and gleaming with light, in addition to the light of the moon, as a matter of fact it was day. A day heavy with clouds that let little light from the sun shine through, but what little rays there were still lit upon her hair, causing her to gleam, and giving her her ethereal light, because God forbid she not have an ethereal light.
So anyways, it was evening and Max made her way to Captain Jack Sparrow, thoughts of her dramatic intervention running through her fragile little mind.
"Jack," she stated firmly, traces of an accent in her voice. Her accent varied depending on her mood, and the fact that the accent was just introduced in chapter six was certainly not an oversight on the author's part.
Jack looked at her through one squinted eye, his pupils confused by the sudden changing in all the lighting during her walk towards him. "Savvy?"
"I have come to discuss matters with you over your vile drink. You are constantly in an ineber...inebriat...inibret...drunken state and you need to knock it off."
"Savvy?" Jack said in a manner that meant, why?
"Because it is vile," Max proclaimed, her reasons for her distaste of the drink limited to the vocabulary of the movie.
Jack thought it over. In fact, he wondered why it was indeed such a big deal. After all, he liked to drink, but it was not as if he couldn't handle his liquor. The only reason he always appeared the way he did was because he was a pirate who had been out in the sun for too long and his performance was based on Keith Richards and he was internally very cunning and used his seemingly confused state to his advantage as the villain repeatedly underestimated him.
That seemed like a good enough reason for him to drink whenever the heck he pleased, but for some reason he had been drinking a good deal more these days. And he had the sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with the same reason he had such a limited vocabulary.
Max seemed to notice the independent thinking taking place.
"Hello? I said you need to give up the vile drink!"
"Savvy," Jack promptly answered.
"That's better," Max replied. "Now give it up," her sea-green eyes suddenly turned coquettish along with the tone of her voice, "for me?"
Jack felt his will, and right mind, melting away. Just one look in those eyes that looked so similar to the smoothest shade of pea soup and he was gone.
"Savvy," Jack said quietly, tears suddenly spilling down his cheeks.
Max nodded and placed a hand upon one of his shoulders, her own alabaster cheeks shining with tears. It was a very touching and moving scene. Even the forgotten crewmen were crying, though whether or not it was for the same reason or at seeing the demise of their poor captain nobody was quite sure.
"You'll never drink again, will you Jack?" Her voice was choked up with the overflow of emotion.
"Savvy," Jack said shaking his head, the tears freely running down his cheeks. In the back of his mind, he was quite annoyed with the superfluous tears, worrying slightly over smudged eyeliner or something.
"Okay," Max took a final sob and straightened, her inner strength coming valiantly through as always. "So, we have an accord?"
Accord? That sounded familiar to some other line of dialogue that belonged to something else.
But Jack only nodded, running a hand over his cheeks, the tears thankfully stopped.
"Now that that's all settled, I must get back to seeing to matters on this ship. You know, official captain matters."
At her statement, something welled up within Captain Jack Sparrow, some sense of deep pride and love for only one thing that he would never let anyone else have.
"Don't you touch my ship!" he called out after her.
Max stopped dead in her tracks, and when she turned back around her green (yup, you heard right, just green) eyes were wide in surprise.
"What did you say?"
Jack felt something pulling at his will deep inside of him, something that was trying to coax him back into the abyss. But he held on strongly to the thought of the Black Pearl falling into the hands of somebody who obviously had not the slightest clue of what they were doing after all he had been through for getting his ship back.
"I said that you had better keep your hands off of my ship," he said advancing on her.
Max looked about wildly for a moment. This was not right, this should not be happening. It was a breach of canon!
"And furthermore," Jack continued as he took a step towards her with his characteristic way of moving fully in tact, "I shall drink as much rum as I please."
"Will!" Max screamed.
Jack hesitated, her outburst not quite what he had suspected.
The luckless blacksmith was on deck within seconds, rushed by the sense of urgency in her voice.
"What is it?"
"Will," Max turned to him, her green (still just green) eyes overflowing with tears again. She clutched onto his sleeve. "He tried to rape me," she sobbed.
"Don't flatter yourself luv," Jack muttered.
But poor Will stood not a chance with the nearness of Max and the overflow of emotion making her stronger.
He immediately drew out his sword.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Oh for the love of...don't you see Will, this is madness! I shall not fight you over this wench."
Will frowned, but was distracted by the constant pull at his sleeve. "Please Will," she whimpered, "for me?"
"No Will, don't do it!"
Jack turned in surprise at the unexpected help from behind. One of the crewmen had stepped forward, his eagerness at all proper canon breaking free coming through. "Think Will, you can fight it! Think about Elizabeth!"
Will faltered, his dark brown eyes holding confusion. He looked at Max, then back at Jack and the crewman.
"Oh that's it," Max muttered, her sobbing immediately stopped as she stepped away from Will and forward.
"I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this, but this mutiny shall not be tolerated."
Suddenly, she started to glow. And not just with her 'ethereal' light. She became brighter and brighter until all those standing nearby had to either look away or shield their eyes.
Jack noticed the impending doom.
"No!" he shouted raising his sword and starting to charge towards her.
But he never made it.
In a blast of sudden uber-Sue magikal powers, the light around her exploded, knocking all on the ship flat onto their backs.
When the aftermath of the blast subsided, leaving only a dull resonation of power, the men started to groan and sit up. Max stood still, her breath coming heavily, her eyes looking wildly about her as the men moved.
"Jack!" she called out when she saw the captain raise his head uncertainly. "What time is it?"
"Savvy?" he answered.
Max smiled. "That's what I thought."
Chapter 6
It was time.
The perfect moment for the dramatic intervention sequence had come. The current weather was even perfect for the mood, a subtle *cough*not*cough* touch added by the author. A full moon hung distorted above the Black Pearl, with clouds covering most of it along with a heavy mist that had come to settle upon the sea and the consequent ship.
Max made her way to the back of the ship where the poor drunken man stood. Her step was light yet firm, her bottle green eyes alight with her determination while the light of the moon shone down over her pale figure, making her gleam with an ethereal light of her own, adding to the dark dramatic light of the scene, making it not dark at all but rather light, with the light coming from her, and gleaming with light, in addition to the light of the moon, as a matter of fact it was day. A day heavy with clouds that let little light from the sun shine through, but what little rays there were still lit upon her hair, causing her to gleam, and giving her her ethereal light, because God forbid she not have an ethereal light.
So anyways, it was evening and Max made her way to Captain Jack Sparrow, thoughts of her dramatic intervention running through her fragile little mind.
"Jack," she stated firmly, traces of an accent in her voice. Her accent varied depending on her mood, and the fact that the accent was just introduced in chapter six was certainly not an oversight on the author's part.
Jack looked at her through one squinted eye, his pupils confused by the sudden changing in all the lighting during her walk towards him. "Savvy?"
"I have come to discuss matters with you over your vile drink. You are constantly in an ineber...inebriat...inibret...drunken state and you need to knock it off."
"Savvy?" Jack said in a manner that meant, why?
"Because it is vile," Max proclaimed, her reasons for her distaste of the drink limited to the vocabulary of the movie.
Jack thought it over. In fact, he wondered why it was indeed such a big deal. After all, he liked to drink, but it was not as if he couldn't handle his liquor. The only reason he always appeared the way he did was because he was a pirate who had been out in the sun for too long and his performance was based on Keith Richards and he was internally very cunning and used his seemingly confused state to his advantage as the villain repeatedly underestimated him.
That seemed like a good enough reason for him to drink whenever the heck he pleased, but for some reason he had been drinking a good deal more these days. And he had the sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with the same reason he had such a limited vocabulary.
Max seemed to notice the independent thinking taking place.
"Hello? I said you need to give up the vile drink!"
"Savvy," Jack promptly answered.
"That's better," Max replied. "Now give it up," her sea-green eyes suddenly turned coquettish along with the tone of her voice, "for me?"
Jack felt his will, and right mind, melting away. Just one look in those eyes that looked so similar to the smoothest shade of pea soup and he was gone.
"Savvy," Jack said quietly, tears suddenly spilling down his cheeks.
Max nodded and placed a hand upon one of his shoulders, her own alabaster cheeks shining with tears. It was a very touching and moving scene. Even the forgotten crewmen were crying, though whether or not it was for the same reason or at seeing the demise of their poor captain nobody was quite sure.
"You'll never drink again, will you Jack?" Her voice was choked up with the overflow of emotion.
"Savvy," Jack said shaking his head, the tears freely running down his cheeks. In the back of his mind, he was quite annoyed with the superfluous tears, worrying slightly over smudged eyeliner or something.
"Okay," Max took a final sob and straightened, her inner strength coming valiantly through as always. "So, we have an accord?"
Accord? That sounded familiar to some other line of dialogue that belonged to something else.
But Jack only nodded, running a hand over his cheeks, the tears thankfully stopped.
"Now that that's all settled, I must get back to seeing to matters on this ship. You know, official captain matters."
At her statement, something welled up within Captain Jack Sparrow, some sense of deep pride and love for only one thing that he would never let anyone else have.
"Don't you touch my ship!" he called out after her.
Max stopped dead in her tracks, and when she turned back around her green (yup, you heard right, just green) eyes were wide in surprise.
"What did you say?"
Jack felt something pulling at his will deep inside of him, something that was trying to coax him back into the abyss. But he held on strongly to the thought of the Black Pearl falling into the hands of somebody who obviously had not the slightest clue of what they were doing after all he had been through for getting his ship back.
"I said that you had better keep your hands off of my ship," he said advancing on her.
Max looked about wildly for a moment. This was not right, this should not be happening. It was a breach of canon!
"And furthermore," Jack continued as he took a step towards her with his characteristic way of moving fully in tact, "I shall drink as much rum as I please."
"Will!" Max screamed.
Jack hesitated, her outburst not quite what he had suspected.
The luckless blacksmith was on deck within seconds, rushed by the sense of urgency in her voice.
"What is it?"
"Will," Max turned to him, her green (still just green) eyes overflowing with tears again. She clutched onto his sleeve. "He tried to rape me," she sobbed.
"Don't flatter yourself luv," Jack muttered.
But poor Will stood not a chance with the nearness of Max and the overflow of emotion making her stronger.
He immediately drew out his sword.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Oh for the love of...don't you see Will, this is madness! I shall not fight you over this wench."
Will frowned, but was distracted by the constant pull at his sleeve. "Please Will," she whimpered, "for me?"
"No Will, don't do it!"
Jack turned in surprise at the unexpected help from behind. One of the crewmen had stepped forward, his eagerness at all proper canon breaking free coming through. "Think Will, you can fight it! Think about Elizabeth!"
Will faltered, his dark brown eyes holding confusion. He looked at Max, then back at Jack and the crewman.
"Oh that's it," Max muttered, her sobbing immediately stopped as she stepped away from Will and forward.
"I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this, but this mutiny shall not be tolerated."
Suddenly, she started to glow. And not just with her 'ethereal' light. She became brighter and brighter until all those standing nearby had to either look away or shield their eyes.
Jack noticed the impending doom.
"No!" he shouted raising his sword and starting to charge towards her.
But he never made it.
In a blast of sudden uber-Sue magikal powers, the light around her exploded, knocking all on the ship flat onto their backs.
When the aftermath of the blast subsided, leaving only a dull resonation of power, the men started to groan and sit up. Max stood still, her breath coming heavily, her eyes looking wildly about her as the men moved.
"Jack!" she called out when she saw the captain raise his head uncertainly. "What time is it?"
"Savvy?" he answered.
Max smiled. "That's what I thought."