I'm at my Grandma's house and it isn't really easy for me to check reviews
so I sorry to everyone that did, because I can't reply to you. Thank you
if you did review. I'm getting over my writer's block now, so maybe this
will actually be a good chapter. We'll see. This chapter is sort of going
to go back and forth between different characters. Anyway, thanks for
reading.
***
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. (DAMMIT!!!!!! *Goes off to stalk Orlando Bloom*... ahem... you didn't just hear that.)
***
Will sat on the island, staring at the sand. He had been there for what seemed like hours. The crew didn't know what to do. "No!"
The whisper escaped his lips for the seventeenth time. Finally AnnaMaria came forth. "Turner, we must leave immediately."
Will's bitter eyes came up to meet hers. "I failed her."
Suddenly he threw his sword down in a rage. "God dammit, I failed her. Curse me and curse those bloody pirates who marooned her on this island. I'll kill them."
The crew backed away. They weren't used to Jack in a rage, and far less Will. Only AnnaMaria held her ground. "We won't do any good stayin' 'ere! We must set sail and try ta find her."
"And where exactly do you propose we look?" Will asked, furiously, "You don't seem to understand that she could be anywhere in the Caribbean by now."
"Ya don't seem ta understand that we too 'ave some guilt. After all, we've failed our Capt'."
Will bit his lip and turned to look at the crew. "Sorry," he muttered finally.
"Think nothin' of it," AnnaMaria nodded to the crew, "Get back aboard the Shadow, then."
"Excuse me, but I think I'm the one supposed ta be givin' orders, after Will," Gibbs told AnnaMaria, coldly.
"Ah, shut up," AnnaMaria replied, "Ya do nothin', ya get nothin'."
***
Elizabeth stood on the deck, letting her hair stream out behind her. The Commodore was talking to her, most likely trying to woo her but she wasn't paying any attention. The air was heavy. "Something's coming," Elizabeth thought, "I can feel it. I don't know what, but something's going to happen."
"Elizabeth? Did you just hear what I said?" the Commodore asked.
"Yes," Elizabeth lied.
"And?"
"Oh sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Please repeat what you said."
"If Turner is dead, what will you do?"
"Will is not dead," she said, fiercely.
"Indeed."
The Commodore was sneering. "But what if he did die? What would you do?"
"Well, I certainly wouldn't marry you," Elizabeth muttered under her breath.
"I'm sorry. I didn't catch that. What did you say?"
"Oh nothing."
A smile played around Elizabeth's lips and grew wider as her thought turned to Jack.
***
Jack sat up. He was feeling incredibly weak. They had given him food but only a very small amount. His stomach grumbled. The slash across his cheek was stinging. He wished Elizabeth could have had a look at it. No doubt it was infected. He winced and tried to ignore the pain, like a pirate. Some pirate he was. He allowed himself to get marooned on the island a third time and then gone right into the hands of a Commodore. All in the company of the governor's daughter. He didn't know why he trusted Elizabeth so much. A hard life on the seas had taught him not to trust anyone, except those who were almost kin, least of all high-born people.
His encounter with his first mate, Barbossa, who had been almost kin to him, should have made him more wary. It had only softened him up. He had come to Port Royal without a friend whom he really trusted and ended up trusting Elizabeth and Will with his life. And yet somehow Elizabeth had let this happen to him. Let him be locked up again. At the moment, he wasn't feeling quite so friendly towards her even though he knew there was nothing she could have done.
A guard came down the stairs towards his cell. Jack eyed him, warily. The guard kneeled down in front of him. "Now, Sparrow, by order of the Commodore, I was told to question you."
Jack raised his eyebrows. " 'Bout what?"
"What you were doing in the middle of the Caribbean?"
"It's where I live," Jack told him, sarcastically.
The guard gave him a look. "You're a pirate," he spat, "Pirates have ships. Where's your ship?"
"It's lost ta Davy Jones Locker," Jack said, bitterly, "In other words, it's sunk."
"Just how did it sink?"
Jack didn't reply. The guard sighed and produced a whip. "It's a old fashioned way of torture," he informed Jack, "but the Commodore still believes it can hurt a man, quite a bit."
"Then it's a good thing I'm not a man," Jack replied.
"What else could you possibly be?"
"Capt' Jack Sparrow!"
***
It was getting dark and there was still no sign of Elizabeth or Jack. Will sat, head in his hands, staring blankly out at the ocean. AnnaMaria was now ordering the crew, with only a little complaint from Gibbs. She was going back and forth the deck, making sure everything was in order. Finally, she paused in front of Will. "Don't worry. We'll find her," she assured Will.
"How? We don't even know, who picked her and Jack up or which direction they went."
"We'll 'ave ta guess."
AnnaMaria paused and sat down beside him, "Jack's knows the Caribbean better than any man alive. He's more than capable of takin' care of 'imself and Elizabeth."
"Are you fond of him?" Will asked.
"Nah," AnnaMaria smiled, "Maybe as a Capt' but that's just it. I only know 'im as a Capt', not very well as a man. I reckon ya and Elizabeth are the only ones who actually know 'im well as a man."
"Me?" Will looked surprised.
"Well, he was certainly good friends with yer father even though yer father was twice 'is age." She smiled at him, "Ya must excuse me, but I need ta help untangle the rigging."
She nodded and walked off, barking orders again. Will watched her. You certainly had to admire her leadership. It was fascinating to him. He shook his thoughts free of AnnaMaria and turned them back to Elizabeth. There was a growing knot of anxiety in his stomach. He had to find her and never let this happen again, never leave her side. "What would my father have done?" he wondered.
Gibbs, who was up in the crow's nest [Author's note- Is that what it's called?], was yelling something done. Will stood up, and furrowed his brow, trying to make out what he was saying. AnnaMaria was suddenly beside him. "Gibbs says there's another ship comin' towards us," she announced.
Will's breath caught is his chest. This could be it. He dare not get his hopes too high yet. "Can we go any faster?" he asked AnnaMaria.
She nodded and began calling out a string of orders. Will began pacing. The anxiety almost eating at him. Gibbs had a telescope and was peering out into the gloom. "It's a Royal Navy ship," he called down.
Will froze. Normally a Royal Navy ship would be perfect, the best place to look but it had just occurred to him that he was on a ship with a crew of pirates. Simply approaching the ship would be complete madness. Yet he couldn't attack it. That would be enough to send him to jail for the rest of his life or even be hanged. But he couldn't just avoid it. What if Elizabeth was on that ship? With the Commodore, perhaps? It was more than he could bear.
"Will?"
Will snapped out of his thought, realizing that AnnaMaria had been trying to get his attention for the last minute. "What do you want us to do?" she asked.
Will stared out at the approaching darkness. The best time for piracy. The pirate in his blood was calling to him. "Attack," he finally decided, his chin stuck up, determinedly.
***
Like it? I sort of liked going back and forth between characters. Review please! Just push that little blue button. You know you want to. Yeah, so more as soon as possible. I know what's going to happen now! O.K. so I'm off to stalk Orlando Bloom. *cough* *cough*. I mean. do my homework.
***
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. (DAMMIT!!!!!! *Goes off to stalk Orlando Bloom*... ahem... you didn't just hear that.)
***
Will sat on the island, staring at the sand. He had been there for what seemed like hours. The crew didn't know what to do. "No!"
The whisper escaped his lips for the seventeenth time. Finally AnnaMaria came forth. "Turner, we must leave immediately."
Will's bitter eyes came up to meet hers. "I failed her."
Suddenly he threw his sword down in a rage. "God dammit, I failed her. Curse me and curse those bloody pirates who marooned her on this island. I'll kill them."
The crew backed away. They weren't used to Jack in a rage, and far less Will. Only AnnaMaria held her ground. "We won't do any good stayin' 'ere! We must set sail and try ta find her."
"And where exactly do you propose we look?" Will asked, furiously, "You don't seem to understand that she could be anywhere in the Caribbean by now."
"Ya don't seem ta understand that we too 'ave some guilt. After all, we've failed our Capt'."
Will bit his lip and turned to look at the crew. "Sorry," he muttered finally.
"Think nothin' of it," AnnaMaria nodded to the crew, "Get back aboard the Shadow, then."
"Excuse me, but I think I'm the one supposed ta be givin' orders, after Will," Gibbs told AnnaMaria, coldly.
"Ah, shut up," AnnaMaria replied, "Ya do nothin', ya get nothin'."
***
Elizabeth stood on the deck, letting her hair stream out behind her. The Commodore was talking to her, most likely trying to woo her but she wasn't paying any attention. The air was heavy. "Something's coming," Elizabeth thought, "I can feel it. I don't know what, but something's going to happen."
"Elizabeth? Did you just hear what I said?" the Commodore asked.
"Yes," Elizabeth lied.
"And?"
"Oh sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Please repeat what you said."
"If Turner is dead, what will you do?"
"Will is not dead," she said, fiercely.
"Indeed."
The Commodore was sneering. "But what if he did die? What would you do?"
"Well, I certainly wouldn't marry you," Elizabeth muttered under her breath.
"I'm sorry. I didn't catch that. What did you say?"
"Oh nothing."
A smile played around Elizabeth's lips and grew wider as her thought turned to Jack.
***
Jack sat up. He was feeling incredibly weak. They had given him food but only a very small amount. His stomach grumbled. The slash across his cheek was stinging. He wished Elizabeth could have had a look at it. No doubt it was infected. He winced and tried to ignore the pain, like a pirate. Some pirate he was. He allowed himself to get marooned on the island a third time and then gone right into the hands of a Commodore. All in the company of the governor's daughter. He didn't know why he trusted Elizabeth so much. A hard life on the seas had taught him not to trust anyone, except those who were almost kin, least of all high-born people.
His encounter with his first mate, Barbossa, who had been almost kin to him, should have made him more wary. It had only softened him up. He had come to Port Royal without a friend whom he really trusted and ended up trusting Elizabeth and Will with his life. And yet somehow Elizabeth had let this happen to him. Let him be locked up again. At the moment, he wasn't feeling quite so friendly towards her even though he knew there was nothing she could have done.
A guard came down the stairs towards his cell. Jack eyed him, warily. The guard kneeled down in front of him. "Now, Sparrow, by order of the Commodore, I was told to question you."
Jack raised his eyebrows. " 'Bout what?"
"What you were doing in the middle of the Caribbean?"
"It's where I live," Jack told him, sarcastically.
The guard gave him a look. "You're a pirate," he spat, "Pirates have ships. Where's your ship?"
"It's lost ta Davy Jones Locker," Jack said, bitterly, "In other words, it's sunk."
"Just how did it sink?"
Jack didn't reply. The guard sighed and produced a whip. "It's a old fashioned way of torture," he informed Jack, "but the Commodore still believes it can hurt a man, quite a bit."
"Then it's a good thing I'm not a man," Jack replied.
"What else could you possibly be?"
"Capt' Jack Sparrow!"
***
It was getting dark and there was still no sign of Elizabeth or Jack. Will sat, head in his hands, staring blankly out at the ocean. AnnaMaria was now ordering the crew, with only a little complaint from Gibbs. She was going back and forth the deck, making sure everything was in order. Finally, she paused in front of Will. "Don't worry. We'll find her," she assured Will.
"How? We don't even know, who picked her and Jack up or which direction they went."
"We'll 'ave ta guess."
AnnaMaria paused and sat down beside him, "Jack's knows the Caribbean better than any man alive. He's more than capable of takin' care of 'imself and Elizabeth."
"Are you fond of him?" Will asked.
"Nah," AnnaMaria smiled, "Maybe as a Capt' but that's just it. I only know 'im as a Capt', not very well as a man. I reckon ya and Elizabeth are the only ones who actually know 'im well as a man."
"Me?" Will looked surprised.
"Well, he was certainly good friends with yer father even though yer father was twice 'is age." She smiled at him, "Ya must excuse me, but I need ta help untangle the rigging."
She nodded and walked off, barking orders again. Will watched her. You certainly had to admire her leadership. It was fascinating to him. He shook his thoughts free of AnnaMaria and turned them back to Elizabeth. There was a growing knot of anxiety in his stomach. He had to find her and never let this happen again, never leave her side. "What would my father have done?" he wondered.
Gibbs, who was up in the crow's nest [Author's note- Is that what it's called?], was yelling something done. Will stood up, and furrowed his brow, trying to make out what he was saying. AnnaMaria was suddenly beside him. "Gibbs says there's another ship comin' towards us," she announced.
Will's breath caught is his chest. This could be it. He dare not get his hopes too high yet. "Can we go any faster?" he asked AnnaMaria.
She nodded and began calling out a string of orders. Will began pacing. The anxiety almost eating at him. Gibbs had a telescope and was peering out into the gloom. "It's a Royal Navy ship," he called down.
Will froze. Normally a Royal Navy ship would be perfect, the best place to look but it had just occurred to him that he was on a ship with a crew of pirates. Simply approaching the ship would be complete madness. Yet he couldn't attack it. That would be enough to send him to jail for the rest of his life or even be hanged. But he couldn't just avoid it. What if Elizabeth was on that ship? With the Commodore, perhaps? It was more than he could bear.
"Will?"
Will snapped out of his thought, realizing that AnnaMaria had been trying to get his attention for the last minute. "What do you want us to do?" she asked.
Will stared out at the approaching darkness. The best time for piracy. The pirate in his blood was calling to him. "Attack," he finally decided, his chin stuck up, determinedly.
***
Like it? I sort of liked going back and forth between characters. Review please! Just push that little blue button. You know you want to. Yeah, so more as soon as possible. I know what's going to happen now! O.K. so I'm off to stalk Orlando Bloom. *cough* *cough*. I mean. do my homework.