O.K., sorry all you people who wanted more Jack/Elizabeth I just had
to get back to Will. I haven't been very nice to him so far, so here he
actually plays hero again. So to reviewers:
concrete-angel: Sorry. This is aboard the Shadow. I promise more smoochies next time. (If Jack isn't hanged. *hint to whose ship that is*)
Anaknusan: Yeah! Another new person. I post fast as you will soon find out.
Karin: Haha. It probably is a lot colder in Finland. It's warm here though.
Jenni: Yeah! O.k., here's Mr. Cotton's parrot for you.
Elizabeth S. Turner: O.k. I'm posting, savvy?
*** Disclaimer: I'm not even going to say it. It makes me too sad. Sorry people who own it. I do know it even though I'm not saying it. ***
Back aboard the Shadow, Jussic crumpled yet another old map and threw it across the room. Bootstraps treasure would be the find of a century and he wasn't having any luck. He cursed himself for disposing of Sparrow. He wasn't having any luck with Turner. He stood up and called for someone. A few miserable looking pirates quickly scurried into his cabin. "What do ya want, Capt'?" they asked.
"Bring Turner up 'ere," Jussic commanded.
The pirates nodded and quickly scurried away. They returned in a few minutes with Will. Will's hands were bound behind his back but his eyes held the same determined, rebellious look they had against the Commodore a few times. One of the pirates kicked him, trying to make him bend to Jussic. Will refused, his chin held high. "Elizabeth better be safe," he told Jussic, teeth clenched.
"Yer not in a position ta tell me that," Jussic spat at him, "but why are ya worried? Sparrow won't let a beauty like that die."
Will's jaw hurt from clenching his teeth so tightly. He closed his eyes, worrying about Elizabeth. "Jack's a good man," he thought to himself, "He'll keep her safe, and keep his hands off her."
Maybe. He'd always been there for Elizabeth except for the first time she had had to walk the plank. Now it had happened all over again and he felt so helpless. He cared more about her than his own life. "Now Turner," Jussic's voice snapped him out of his worries, "Yer Bootstrap's son. Yer goin' to tell me where this treasure's hidden."
Will opened his eyes again. "I don't know," he said wearily.
He felt a cold steal blade cross his throat. Jussic's face was an inch away from his, spitting as he talked. "None of that, boy," he growled, "We both know ya know where it is. Tell me and I'll spare yer miserable life."
Will swallowed. Even if he did know where it was, he wouldn't be talking so easily. "I never saw the map," he stated, flatly, "I didn't even know there was a treasure until Jack showed up."
"I'm not inclined ta believe ya," Jussic said lazily, pressing his blade harder against Will's throat so that a small trickle of blood came out.
Will didn't have much of a choice. He decided to try an old tactic. "You must be afraid of me," he taunted, "To only hurt me when I'm weaponless and tied up."
"Nice try, Turner," Jussic declared, "Unfortunately for ya, we're pirates so we sink ta lowly things such as this. Now I'm goin' to 'ave ta say good-bye."
"I don't think you want to be doing that," Will said suddenly, his voice falsely strong.
Jack Sparrow had saved his live before. Maybe using his way of talking himself out of things would save Will. "I really think I do," Jussic replied, imitating Barbossa.
"You don't want to," Will continued, "because I'm the only person aboard who is related to Bootstrap."
"And yer not tellin' me," Jussic snapped, "So what's the good of that."
Will felt another sting on his throat. A few more drops of blood spilled onto the floor. Quite suddenly there was a loud screech and Cotton's parrot came flying out of no-where and attacked Jussic's hat. "We need a sail, we need a sail," it declared, happily grabbing Jussic's hat in it's claws.
Jussic gave an outraged yell and tore after the parrot that was flying around the room, proudly bearing his hat. This was just what Will needed. He managed to grab Jussic's sword as he dropped it and quickly cut his bonds. Then he up the sword and went after Jussic. A few pirates heard the noise and ran to the Captain's cabin only to be greeted by a ridiculous site. A blue and yellow parrot was flying in circles around the ceiling, carrying a brown hat with a huge feather. Jussic was running after it, cursing at the top of his lungs. Will was behind he sword held threateningly in front of him.
Jussic spotted the pirates. "Don't just stand there," he yelled, "Get that bloody parrot."
The parrot however, decided he was tired of the chase and landed on Will's shoulder, still clutching the hat. Jussic spun around to find his own sword, held by Will, at his throat. "Looks like the winds have changed, doesn't it?" Will asked.
One of the pirates in the room made a move towards Will. Will eyed him harshly. "Don't move or your Captain dies," he threatened.
He turned back to Jussic, "Keys to the brig, please."
Jussic didn't move. A vein in his temple was pulsing. "Now!" Will demanded, pressing the blade harder to his neck.
Jussic made a gurgling sound and slowly removed some keys from his belt and handed them to Will. Will handed them to the parrot. "I'm not sure if you're this smart but I'm trusting you anyway," he told the parrot, "Unlock the crew. Understand? Unlock them."
The parrot dropped the hat and took the keys from Will. "We need a sail," it replied, obligingly and flew off.
"Now," Will ordered, "Tell your crew to turn around and head back."
Jussic shook his head, "Yer pressin' yer luck, Turner."
"I'm afraid you got that wrong," Will told him, applying more pressure to the blade, "You are pushing your luck."
Jussic shot him a venomous look and nodded to the pirates, "Turn the ship around."
With this, Will walked out onto the deck, pushing Jussic ahead of him. He was greeted to the sight of Jack's crew, with swords sneaking up behind the Shadow's crew, led by the parrot. Jussic's eyes widened, he opened his mouth to yell a warning to his pirates, but Will clapped a hand over his mouth.
The tide turned with-in minutes. Jussic and his crew were locked in the brig and the Black Pearl's crew had full control of the ship. "Where are we headin' for, Will?" Gibbs yelled, as he took the tiller.
"The island," Will replied, "We must save Elizabeth.
concrete-angel: Sorry. This is aboard the Shadow. I promise more smoochies next time. (If Jack isn't hanged. *hint to whose ship that is*)
Anaknusan: Yeah! Another new person. I post fast as you will soon find out.
Karin: Haha. It probably is a lot colder in Finland. It's warm here though.
Jenni: Yeah! O.k., here's Mr. Cotton's parrot for you.
Elizabeth S. Turner: O.k. I'm posting, savvy?
*** Disclaimer: I'm not even going to say it. It makes me too sad. Sorry people who own it. I do know it even though I'm not saying it. ***
Back aboard the Shadow, Jussic crumpled yet another old map and threw it across the room. Bootstraps treasure would be the find of a century and he wasn't having any luck. He cursed himself for disposing of Sparrow. He wasn't having any luck with Turner. He stood up and called for someone. A few miserable looking pirates quickly scurried into his cabin. "What do ya want, Capt'?" they asked.
"Bring Turner up 'ere," Jussic commanded.
The pirates nodded and quickly scurried away. They returned in a few minutes with Will. Will's hands were bound behind his back but his eyes held the same determined, rebellious look they had against the Commodore a few times. One of the pirates kicked him, trying to make him bend to Jussic. Will refused, his chin held high. "Elizabeth better be safe," he told Jussic, teeth clenched.
"Yer not in a position ta tell me that," Jussic spat at him, "but why are ya worried? Sparrow won't let a beauty like that die."
Will's jaw hurt from clenching his teeth so tightly. He closed his eyes, worrying about Elizabeth. "Jack's a good man," he thought to himself, "He'll keep her safe, and keep his hands off her."
Maybe. He'd always been there for Elizabeth except for the first time she had had to walk the plank. Now it had happened all over again and he felt so helpless. He cared more about her than his own life. "Now Turner," Jussic's voice snapped him out of his worries, "Yer Bootstrap's son. Yer goin' to tell me where this treasure's hidden."
Will opened his eyes again. "I don't know," he said wearily.
He felt a cold steal blade cross his throat. Jussic's face was an inch away from his, spitting as he talked. "None of that, boy," he growled, "We both know ya know where it is. Tell me and I'll spare yer miserable life."
Will swallowed. Even if he did know where it was, he wouldn't be talking so easily. "I never saw the map," he stated, flatly, "I didn't even know there was a treasure until Jack showed up."
"I'm not inclined ta believe ya," Jussic said lazily, pressing his blade harder against Will's throat so that a small trickle of blood came out.
Will didn't have much of a choice. He decided to try an old tactic. "You must be afraid of me," he taunted, "To only hurt me when I'm weaponless and tied up."
"Nice try, Turner," Jussic declared, "Unfortunately for ya, we're pirates so we sink ta lowly things such as this. Now I'm goin' to 'ave ta say good-bye."
"I don't think you want to be doing that," Will said suddenly, his voice falsely strong.
Jack Sparrow had saved his live before. Maybe using his way of talking himself out of things would save Will. "I really think I do," Jussic replied, imitating Barbossa.
"You don't want to," Will continued, "because I'm the only person aboard who is related to Bootstrap."
"And yer not tellin' me," Jussic snapped, "So what's the good of that."
Will felt another sting on his throat. A few more drops of blood spilled onto the floor. Quite suddenly there was a loud screech and Cotton's parrot came flying out of no-where and attacked Jussic's hat. "We need a sail, we need a sail," it declared, happily grabbing Jussic's hat in it's claws.
Jussic gave an outraged yell and tore after the parrot that was flying around the room, proudly bearing his hat. This was just what Will needed. He managed to grab Jussic's sword as he dropped it and quickly cut his bonds. Then he up the sword and went after Jussic. A few pirates heard the noise and ran to the Captain's cabin only to be greeted by a ridiculous site. A blue and yellow parrot was flying in circles around the ceiling, carrying a brown hat with a huge feather. Jussic was running after it, cursing at the top of his lungs. Will was behind he sword held threateningly in front of him.
Jussic spotted the pirates. "Don't just stand there," he yelled, "Get that bloody parrot."
The parrot however, decided he was tired of the chase and landed on Will's shoulder, still clutching the hat. Jussic spun around to find his own sword, held by Will, at his throat. "Looks like the winds have changed, doesn't it?" Will asked.
One of the pirates in the room made a move towards Will. Will eyed him harshly. "Don't move or your Captain dies," he threatened.
He turned back to Jussic, "Keys to the brig, please."
Jussic didn't move. A vein in his temple was pulsing. "Now!" Will demanded, pressing the blade harder to his neck.
Jussic made a gurgling sound and slowly removed some keys from his belt and handed them to Will. Will handed them to the parrot. "I'm not sure if you're this smart but I'm trusting you anyway," he told the parrot, "Unlock the crew. Understand? Unlock them."
The parrot dropped the hat and took the keys from Will. "We need a sail," it replied, obligingly and flew off.
"Now," Will ordered, "Tell your crew to turn around and head back."
Jussic shook his head, "Yer pressin' yer luck, Turner."
"I'm afraid you got that wrong," Will told him, applying more pressure to the blade, "You are pushing your luck."
Jussic shot him a venomous look and nodded to the pirates, "Turn the ship around."
With this, Will walked out onto the deck, pushing Jussic ahead of him. He was greeted to the sight of Jack's crew, with swords sneaking up behind the Shadow's crew, led by the parrot. Jussic's eyes widened, he opened his mouth to yell a warning to his pirates, but Will clapped a hand over his mouth.
The tide turned with-in minutes. Jussic and his crew were locked in the brig and the Black Pearl's crew had full control of the ship. "Where are we headin' for, Will?" Gibbs yelled, as he took the tiller.
"The island," Will replied, "We must save Elizabeth.