A/N: I decided to give you guys two chapters to make up for my not being
able to write anything for this story. I apologize, but what would you
rather have? Me posting this story and only have one chapter to satisfy
you, or two? Oh, and Happy Turkey Day to all the Americans who read this.
Anything's Possible Part Seven: Dark Islands
"Up, now." Linda jumped, the words incoherent to her slightly jumbled mind. She looked for Anamaria, but the slightly darker woman was already walking out of the small cell they shared with tight-lipped resign. The pirate who had ordered Linda up was a skinny man, probably not much older than Will, with tangled blonde hair and wild green eyes and many jewel-encrusted teeth. He grabbed Linda's own blonde locks, pulling her up so that she was eye-level with him. "Up an' outta here, girl, or the Captain's given orders that the crew can have their way with you." He smiled at her, the jewels in his teeth sparkling wickedly in the dim light. Linda looked around the brig like a lost kitten would, before her eyes landed on Bill.
"Don't take his threat lightly, love." The older man said, shaking his head wearily. "Pirate's word can't and shouldn't be messed with. Even bloody lousy pirates' words." He spit on the floor, before another pirate - a short man with no hair except for a long flaming beard - pushed him hard in the back, making him walk.
With as little disgust as she could muster, Linda made her way through the brig, her nose in the air, and pushed through the pirates so that she was safely between Anamaria and Bill. There were whispers from behind her, from her captors and her tormentors. "Don't take any heed of them, Linda." Anamaria said quietly.
"Why not?"
"They're whelps to piracy; they believe only in ravaging land and people, not in what the true life of a pirate is about."
"And what's that?" Linda asked, peering at the woman curiously.
"That, love, would be the feel of freedom and the wind behind ye're sails, being with mates in God's country. That's what a pirate is." Bill answered, almost dreamily.
"And the looting, pillaging, and ravaging?" Linda asked.
"Those would be an added bonus." Bill winked, making Anamaria chuckle quietly.
The trio was thrown onto the deck shortly, directly in front of a tall
man with dark skin, darker than it would normally be from the sun's
rays bouncing off the water. His eyes were oddly blue, and his dark
hair was short and curly. He stood at the very least one and a half
heads taller than Bill, who Linda dwarfed by a good five inches or so.
He smiled broadly as he looked his prey over like a scavenger after a
lion's feast ended leaving three fully intact carcasses for him to
devour of his own free will. "Well, if this isn't a fine lot?" He
laughed a deep, throaty laugh that his crew mimicked. "Welcome to
Nassau."
"Well, he's a friendly one, i'n't he?" Bill muttered coldly under his
breath. The dark man who was almost obviously Mariel came up to Bill,
looking down at him.
"And who might you be to making such comments?" Mariel asked. "And if
you must know, when the time arises I can be just as cold as any other
pirate. Now, unless you want this beautiful specimen of a young woman
to be thrown overboard and shot at never to be seen again, I suggest
you consider every possible way of keeping your running commentary to
yourself." He turned to Anamaria. "That, young lady, goes for you,
too."
"Young lady?" Anamaria spat back at him. Linda grabbed her arm, eyes
wide. She didn't want to be desecrated and killed just yet. 'Oh Lord,'
she thought, 'where's Eitan when I need him the most?'
~*~ ^-^
"We're going where, exactly?" Eitan asked, looking up. He had taken to staying in the brig as much as possible to avoid any and all contact with Sheridan. The problem with his master plan was Sheridan's mistress plan of bugging him as much as possible now that she had won the new sword from Will. And besides, their only sleeping quarters were in the brig together until Jack needed it to hold prisoners. He had offered them better arrangements, but Sheridan had kindly refused for both Eitan and herself.
Sheridan rolled her eyes. "It's harder to explain something simple to you than it is to explain an airplane to someone who's from another time-period."
"You....explained an airplane...to who?" Eitan stammered.
"Will." Sheridan said, shrugging.
"You could mess up the whole time-line now!" Eitan shouted, jumping up and coming over to Sheridan so that they were eye to eye. Well, not exactly eye to eye. Sheridan was two inches taller than Eitan and was leaning on the banister of the stairs leading down to the brig, so that she was over-looking Eitan's dark head of hair instead of being on ground-level with him. Which, given the circumstances and Eitan's dogmatic temper since Linda had been taken away, Sheridan felt was a good place for her to be.
"Relax. It couldn't mess up the time-line. Think of it this way; we're here for a reason, right? If it wasn't in the time-line that we come here in the first place, and since the modern belief is that time is like a lake and not a river, we can't really mess it up since fate has decreed that we come here." She smiled at him silkily. "And I mean, come on, there's no way you can invent an airplane in the seventeenth century, which it is and not the fourteen hundreds, I might add." She seemed smug, and he wanted to punch her right then and there. She noticed his angered expression and the smug expression became more apparent. "Have you ever noticed we always fight in the brig? I hope this doesn't become a habit, because I know where all the extra guns are hidden. I could shoot you right now if you'd like to end this discussion right here and now."
"Just...." Eitan made a noise in the back of his throat like a growl. "Just tell me where we're going."
"Fine, whatever." Sheridan rolled her eyes, lazily picking the non-existent dirt out from under her fingernails with a pocket knife. Her dark eyes flickered mischievously, before she looked up at Eitan, who was tapping his foot on the hard wooden floor. "Oh, fine. If you're that worried." She stuck the knife into the wood of the railing. "We're headed toward Conejo, an island slightly north of Tortuga and south-east of Nassau. There's something there that Jack says will help us to get back home, and it's the treasure we need." She turned and started back up the stairs. When she reached the top, she opened the door, the muted sunlight streaming onto her. There was a muffled yell from the crow's nest, and she turned to Eitan. "Conejo's in sight, according to Gibbs." She started out the door and onto the top-deck when she thought of something and turned. "The last time we fought, you said the only thing I wanted to do was to get home." A feral look passed over her face. "I want to get home as much as I want to have a tooth drilled on without the use of Novocain." The feral look became a smile. "And you can keep the knife, if you can get it out of the wood." She turned and stepped out.
"Get it out of the wood; of course I can get it out of the wood." Eitan moved up the stairs until he reached the place where the knife was buried, and started to pull. He stopped, blinking, and then grabbed the handle with both hands, pulling with all his strength. The only thing it resulted in was him nearly loosing his footing and falling down the stairs.
"Eitan? Mate, you down here?" Jack called as the door opened again. His eyes fell on Eitan and the pirate smiled. "There you are; Sheri said you were down here."
"Sheri? Since when has anyone been allowed to call her Sheri?" Eitan asked the older man.
"Only family and friends thereof, I've been informed." Jack stepped down to where Eitan was, looking at the knife. "Now, how'd that get in me Pearl?" He asked quietly, pulling the knife out easily. Eitan gaped at it, before shaking his head. Jack didn't seem to notice; instead he flipped the knife in the air. "Is it yours?" he asked.
"Sheridan said I could keep it." He said dumbly, putting his hand out.
"Oh, well then..." Jack handed over the knife to Eitan, who numbly put it in his work-boot. "We've reached Conejo. I figured since you and your lass are seemingly going to end up like Will and his bonny love Elizabeth, I think it only proper for you to join us and find a nice trinket for the lass, savvy?" He smiled mysteriously, before starting up the stairs and out the door, Eitan following behind, bewildered.
Anything's Possible Part Seven: Dark Islands
"Up, now." Linda jumped, the words incoherent to her slightly jumbled mind. She looked for Anamaria, but the slightly darker woman was already walking out of the small cell they shared with tight-lipped resign. The pirate who had ordered Linda up was a skinny man, probably not much older than Will, with tangled blonde hair and wild green eyes and many jewel-encrusted teeth. He grabbed Linda's own blonde locks, pulling her up so that she was eye-level with him. "Up an' outta here, girl, or the Captain's given orders that the crew can have their way with you." He smiled at her, the jewels in his teeth sparkling wickedly in the dim light. Linda looked around the brig like a lost kitten would, before her eyes landed on Bill.
"Don't take his threat lightly, love." The older man said, shaking his head wearily. "Pirate's word can't and shouldn't be messed with. Even bloody lousy pirates' words." He spit on the floor, before another pirate - a short man with no hair except for a long flaming beard - pushed him hard in the back, making him walk.
With as little disgust as she could muster, Linda made her way through the brig, her nose in the air, and pushed through the pirates so that she was safely between Anamaria and Bill. There were whispers from behind her, from her captors and her tormentors. "Don't take any heed of them, Linda." Anamaria said quietly.
"Why not?"
"They're whelps to piracy; they believe only in ravaging land and people, not in what the true life of a pirate is about."
"And what's that?" Linda asked, peering at the woman curiously.
"That, love, would be the feel of freedom and the wind behind ye're sails, being with mates in God's country. That's what a pirate is." Bill answered, almost dreamily.
"And the looting, pillaging, and ravaging?" Linda asked.
"Those would be an added bonus." Bill winked, making Anamaria chuckle quietly.
The trio was thrown onto the deck shortly, directly in front of a tall
man with dark skin, darker than it would normally be from the sun's
rays bouncing off the water. His eyes were oddly blue, and his dark
hair was short and curly. He stood at the very least one and a half
heads taller than Bill, who Linda dwarfed by a good five inches or so.
He smiled broadly as he looked his prey over like a scavenger after a
lion's feast ended leaving three fully intact carcasses for him to
devour of his own free will. "Well, if this isn't a fine lot?" He
laughed a deep, throaty laugh that his crew mimicked. "Welcome to
Nassau."
"Well, he's a friendly one, i'n't he?" Bill muttered coldly under his
breath. The dark man who was almost obviously Mariel came up to Bill,
looking down at him.
"And who might you be to making such comments?" Mariel asked. "And if
you must know, when the time arises I can be just as cold as any other
pirate. Now, unless you want this beautiful specimen of a young woman
to be thrown overboard and shot at never to be seen again, I suggest
you consider every possible way of keeping your running commentary to
yourself." He turned to Anamaria. "That, young lady, goes for you,
too."
"Young lady?" Anamaria spat back at him. Linda grabbed her arm, eyes
wide. She didn't want to be desecrated and killed just yet. 'Oh Lord,'
she thought, 'where's Eitan when I need him the most?'
~*~ ^-^
"We're going where, exactly?" Eitan asked, looking up. He had taken to staying in the brig as much as possible to avoid any and all contact with Sheridan. The problem with his master plan was Sheridan's mistress plan of bugging him as much as possible now that she had won the new sword from Will. And besides, their only sleeping quarters were in the brig together until Jack needed it to hold prisoners. He had offered them better arrangements, but Sheridan had kindly refused for both Eitan and herself.
Sheridan rolled her eyes. "It's harder to explain something simple to you than it is to explain an airplane to someone who's from another time-period."
"You....explained an airplane...to who?" Eitan stammered.
"Will." Sheridan said, shrugging.
"You could mess up the whole time-line now!" Eitan shouted, jumping up and coming over to Sheridan so that they were eye to eye. Well, not exactly eye to eye. Sheridan was two inches taller than Eitan and was leaning on the banister of the stairs leading down to the brig, so that she was over-looking Eitan's dark head of hair instead of being on ground-level with him. Which, given the circumstances and Eitan's dogmatic temper since Linda had been taken away, Sheridan felt was a good place for her to be.
"Relax. It couldn't mess up the time-line. Think of it this way; we're here for a reason, right? If it wasn't in the time-line that we come here in the first place, and since the modern belief is that time is like a lake and not a river, we can't really mess it up since fate has decreed that we come here." She smiled at him silkily. "And I mean, come on, there's no way you can invent an airplane in the seventeenth century, which it is and not the fourteen hundreds, I might add." She seemed smug, and he wanted to punch her right then and there. She noticed his angered expression and the smug expression became more apparent. "Have you ever noticed we always fight in the brig? I hope this doesn't become a habit, because I know where all the extra guns are hidden. I could shoot you right now if you'd like to end this discussion right here and now."
"Just...." Eitan made a noise in the back of his throat like a growl. "Just tell me where we're going."
"Fine, whatever." Sheridan rolled her eyes, lazily picking the non-existent dirt out from under her fingernails with a pocket knife. Her dark eyes flickered mischievously, before she looked up at Eitan, who was tapping his foot on the hard wooden floor. "Oh, fine. If you're that worried." She stuck the knife into the wood of the railing. "We're headed toward Conejo, an island slightly north of Tortuga and south-east of Nassau. There's something there that Jack says will help us to get back home, and it's the treasure we need." She turned and started back up the stairs. When she reached the top, she opened the door, the muted sunlight streaming onto her. There was a muffled yell from the crow's nest, and she turned to Eitan. "Conejo's in sight, according to Gibbs." She started out the door and onto the top-deck when she thought of something and turned. "The last time we fought, you said the only thing I wanted to do was to get home." A feral look passed over her face. "I want to get home as much as I want to have a tooth drilled on without the use of Novocain." The feral look became a smile. "And you can keep the knife, if you can get it out of the wood." She turned and stepped out.
"Get it out of the wood; of course I can get it out of the wood." Eitan moved up the stairs until he reached the place where the knife was buried, and started to pull. He stopped, blinking, and then grabbed the handle with both hands, pulling with all his strength. The only thing it resulted in was him nearly loosing his footing and falling down the stairs.
"Eitan? Mate, you down here?" Jack called as the door opened again. His eyes fell on Eitan and the pirate smiled. "There you are; Sheri said you were down here."
"Sheri? Since when has anyone been allowed to call her Sheri?" Eitan asked the older man.
"Only family and friends thereof, I've been informed." Jack stepped down to where Eitan was, looking at the knife. "Now, how'd that get in me Pearl?" He asked quietly, pulling the knife out easily. Eitan gaped at it, before shaking his head. Jack didn't seem to notice; instead he flipped the knife in the air. "Is it yours?" he asked.
"Sheridan said I could keep it." He said dumbly, putting his hand out.
"Oh, well then..." Jack handed over the knife to Eitan, who numbly put it in his work-boot. "We've reached Conejo. I figured since you and your lass are seemingly going to end up like Will and his bonny love Elizabeth, I think it only proper for you to join us and find a nice trinket for the lass, savvy?" He smiled mysteriously, before starting up the stairs and out the door, Eitan following behind, bewildered.