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Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. I own several pictures of Captain Jack Sparrow, and a huge movie poster, but nothing else.
"Ah, perfect timing," Captain Jack Sparrow murmured absently to himself. "But then, that's the British for you. Never bloody late for anything, the British." The merchant fleet was barely in view on the horizon.
Anamaria was still staring at her hands as though she expected them to fall off, although Jack had given a short demonstration to prove that, indeed, they could not be hurt or killed while they had the coins. He hadn't been overly dramatic about it; he simply stuck fifteen swords (those of all the crew members who were willing to part with them) straight through himself. He grinned widely the entire time, and bowed at the end, swords still through his legs, arms, chest, and head.
Now Gibbs whispered to him, "Jack, mate, ye should've given them a bit longer to grow accustomed te this-" he shuddered. "whole curse bit."
Jack rolled his eyes skywards. "I gave them an hour. That should be enough, since we're not keeping the bloody curse on us for longer than three! Honestly!"
"But, Jack, what with Barbossa still lyin' there, that dead monkey by his side, it didn't give a man a good feelin', ye know what I mean?" Gibbs asked. "Like maybe them Aztec gods had more than one way of punishin' those who took their gold." he trailed off uneasily.
Jack waved a hand grandly about. "Ha. Those Aztec gods are long gone, mate. Barbossa was a mutineer, a traitor. He got just what he deserved, not from any Aztec gods, either. From me." He grinned. "If those gods would come after Captain Jack Sparrow-not that I'm saying they are, mind," he said holding up a finger. "but if they would, they'd best watch out. I'm the finest captain with the finest crew and the finest ship in the ocean. No bloody Aztec gods would dare come after me, savvy?" Jack put emphasis on the last part.
Gibbs shook his head. "Jack, it's not a good idea te go temptin' fate. Just be quiet about it, right. The crew's uneasy as is."
"You've told me that a hundred times this past hour!" Jack exclaimed impatiently. "Just stop them from doing anything stupid, and we'll have William, the treasure, and the ships. Then, one two three, we all shed a bit of blood, break the curse, and leave that chest alone forever, mate! On my honor as captain of the Pearl," his gaze flicked admiringly over the ship for a moment. "after this, if I so much as suggest using that gold again, you can hang me from the crow's nest, all right."
"I'll remember that, captain," said Anamaria, treading cautiously towards them, making sure not to bump into anything or anyone.
"Anamaria, luv-" Jack began.
"Don't you call me that," she warned.
Jack rolled his eyes again. "Fine, Anamaria. First off, there's no way you can fight like this. You look like you think you're-" he shrugged. "made of bloody glass. You're one of my best swordsmen. Women," he amended. "My best swordswoman, actually. You can't go falling apart on me now. Speaking of which, you won't fall apart." He slapped her lightly on the back. She automatically turned and punched him in the face.
"See?" Jack asked, nodding wisely, albeit drunkenly. He touched his face. "That almost hurt even though I can't feel anything. Ah, almost time. Crew!" he suddenly shouted. Anamaria and Gibbs jumped. "That merchant fleet is just over there! Get ready with the cannons and your swords! Remember, you can't be killed, dismembered, or otherwise damaged!"
"Elizabeth?" She woke up with a start. "Elizabeth?" Governor Swann called again, outside of her door.
"What?" She pulled one of her curtains partway back. The sky was only just beginning to lighten. "How early is it?"
"Four thirty," her father replied. He sounded troubled.
"What is it, father?" Elizabeth inquired.
"Well." he said. "Commodore Norrington is at the door, asking to talk with you."
"At this time of night?" she asked incredulously.
"Ah, I'm afraid he's-well, his condition is such that." Governor Swann hedged.
"What?" Elizabeth asked impatiently.
"He's rather drunk," Governor Swann finally said.
"Oh, no," Elizabeth sighed. She hurriedly pulled on a robe and rushed out her bedroom door.
"Elizabeth, do you think it wise-" Governor Swann began, but his daughter was already halfway down the stairs.
"Commodore!" she exclaimed, pushing the butler aside. "Oh, we must get you inside before anyone sees you in this state!"
"No," he said, looking almost like Jack as he waved a hand. His hair was not powdered, his hair was wet, his uniform had stains of ale or rum on them, and he was hiccuping. "No, that will not-hic!-be necessary. I just wanted to let you know that I-hic!-received your wedding invitation."
Elizabeth began to understand exactly why the Commodore was drunk and knocking on her door at four in the morning. "Commodore Norrington, I-" she searched for what to say. "I'm sorry."
"Oh, no." he waved his hand again, falling against the door frame. "I would just like to say that-hic!-I would be delighted to attend."
"Really?" Elizabeth was astonished. "What made you decide that?"
"I was just-hic!-talking to some men in the bar by the dock. Quite-hic!- pleasant, really. They told me it would be-hic!-the best thing to do, to graciously accept your invitation."
"Oh." Elizabeth wasn't sure what to think.
"Well-hic!-anyway, good day, Miss Swann." The Commodore felt for his hat, realized it was not there, and bowed awkwardly instead. He stumbled away into the dark.
Elizabeth stood staring after him, too shocked to do much of anything.
A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you again for your votes for continuation. I hope you all like this chapter! I wanted to put in more Jack, but I'm just about going to eat dinner, so I have to stop. But I'll update sooner next time. Please review if you're reading this! I'm not too dignified to beg!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. I own several pictures of Captain Jack Sparrow, and a huge movie poster, but nothing else.
"Ah, perfect timing," Captain Jack Sparrow murmured absently to himself. "But then, that's the British for you. Never bloody late for anything, the British." The merchant fleet was barely in view on the horizon.
Anamaria was still staring at her hands as though she expected them to fall off, although Jack had given a short demonstration to prove that, indeed, they could not be hurt or killed while they had the coins. He hadn't been overly dramatic about it; he simply stuck fifteen swords (those of all the crew members who were willing to part with them) straight through himself. He grinned widely the entire time, and bowed at the end, swords still through his legs, arms, chest, and head.
Now Gibbs whispered to him, "Jack, mate, ye should've given them a bit longer to grow accustomed te this-" he shuddered. "whole curse bit."
Jack rolled his eyes skywards. "I gave them an hour. That should be enough, since we're not keeping the bloody curse on us for longer than three! Honestly!"
"But, Jack, what with Barbossa still lyin' there, that dead monkey by his side, it didn't give a man a good feelin', ye know what I mean?" Gibbs asked. "Like maybe them Aztec gods had more than one way of punishin' those who took their gold." he trailed off uneasily.
Jack waved a hand grandly about. "Ha. Those Aztec gods are long gone, mate. Barbossa was a mutineer, a traitor. He got just what he deserved, not from any Aztec gods, either. From me." He grinned. "If those gods would come after Captain Jack Sparrow-not that I'm saying they are, mind," he said holding up a finger. "but if they would, they'd best watch out. I'm the finest captain with the finest crew and the finest ship in the ocean. No bloody Aztec gods would dare come after me, savvy?" Jack put emphasis on the last part.
Gibbs shook his head. "Jack, it's not a good idea te go temptin' fate. Just be quiet about it, right. The crew's uneasy as is."
"You've told me that a hundred times this past hour!" Jack exclaimed impatiently. "Just stop them from doing anything stupid, and we'll have William, the treasure, and the ships. Then, one two three, we all shed a bit of blood, break the curse, and leave that chest alone forever, mate! On my honor as captain of the Pearl," his gaze flicked admiringly over the ship for a moment. "after this, if I so much as suggest using that gold again, you can hang me from the crow's nest, all right."
"I'll remember that, captain," said Anamaria, treading cautiously towards them, making sure not to bump into anything or anyone.
"Anamaria, luv-" Jack began.
"Don't you call me that," she warned.
Jack rolled his eyes again. "Fine, Anamaria. First off, there's no way you can fight like this. You look like you think you're-" he shrugged. "made of bloody glass. You're one of my best swordsmen. Women," he amended. "My best swordswoman, actually. You can't go falling apart on me now. Speaking of which, you won't fall apart." He slapped her lightly on the back. She automatically turned and punched him in the face.
"See?" Jack asked, nodding wisely, albeit drunkenly. He touched his face. "That almost hurt even though I can't feel anything. Ah, almost time. Crew!" he suddenly shouted. Anamaria and Gibbs jumped. "That merchant fleet is just over there! Get ready with the cannons and your swords! Remember, you can't be killed, dismembered, or otherwise damaged!"
"Elizabeth?" She woke up with a start. "Elizabeth?" Governor Swann called again, outside of her door.
"What?" She pulled one of her curtains partway back. The sky was only just beginning to lighten. "How early is it?"
"Four thirty," her father replied. He sounded troubled.
"What is it, father?" Elizabeth inquired.
"Well." he said. "Commodore Norrington is at the door, asking to talk with you."
"At this time of night?" she asked incredulously.
"Ah, I'm afraid he's-well, his condition is such that." Governor Swann hedged.
"What?" Elizabeth asked impatiently.
"He's rather drunk," Governor Swann finally said.
"Oh, no," Elizabeth sighed. She hurriedly pulled on a robe and rushed out her bedroom door.
"Elizabeth, do you think it wise-" Governor Swann began, but his daughter was already halfway down the stairs.
"Commodore!" she exclaimed, pushing the butler aside. "Oh, we must get you inside before anyone sees you in this state!"
"No," he said, looking almost like Jack as he waved a hand. His hair was not powdered, his hair was wet, his uniform had stains of ale or rum on them, and he was hiccuping. "No, that will not-hic!-be necessary. I just wanted to let you know that I-hic!-received your wedding invitation."
Elizabeth began to understand exactly why the Commodore was drunk and knocking on her door at four in the morning. "Commodore Norrington, I-" she searched for what to say. "I'm sorry."
"Oh, no." he waved his hand again, falling against the door frame. "I would just like to say that-hic!-I would be delighted to attend."
"Really?" Elizabeth was astonished. "What made you decide that?"
"I was just-hic!-talking to some men in the bar by the dock. Quite-hic!- pleasant, really. They told me it would be-hic!-the best thing to do, to graciously accept your invitation."
"Oh." Elizabeth wasn't sure what to think.
"Well-hic!-anyway, good day, Miss Swann." The Commodore felt for his hat, realized it was not there, and bowed awkwardly instead. He stumbled away into the dark.
Elizabeth stood staring after him, too shocked to do much of anything.
A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you again for your votes for continuation. I hope you all like this chapter! I wanted to put in more Jack, but I'm just about going to eat dinner, so I have to stop. But I'll update sooner next time. Please review if you're reading this! I'm not too dignified to beg!