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Breathe
Chappy 2
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"Fire!"
"Fire!"
Simultaneously, both ships began firing at one another. One was armed with cannonballs, the other, with spoons, forks, and the occasional rum bottle. The Black Pearls' crew began throwing their grappling hooks, seeking to gain purchase on the Interceptor.
In the midst of all this chaos, Elizabeth and Will watched the battle. They looked at each other and knew their ship and the crew would go down. Gibbs turned towards Elizabeth for information. "We could use a few more ideas lass." He looked at her imploringly, for he had no ideas of his own.
"I thought of the last one, I believe it is now your turn Mr. Gibbs." Elizabeth was out of ideas as well, and threw a grappling hook down. She and Will concentrated on not being hit by the cannon balls or guns firing their way.
Anamaria overheard them talking and made a decision for them. "We'll give them her." She brandished her gun towards Elizabeth. The girl's eyes went wide. Although she had been threatened by a pirate before, it was not something she wanted to become accustomed to.
Immediately, Will stepped in front of the pistol. "She's not what they're after." He looked as threatening as possible, and the gun was lowered. Anamaria would not cross the son of the infamous Bootstrap Bill, for, in her eyes, that would be a great injustice to him.
Elizabeth's hand flew up to her throat. "The medallion." She realized that she had left it on the office table in the captain's quarters. She had taken it off and given it to Will, but had forgotten to grab it on the way abovedeck. In the madhouse that ensued, she completely forgot about it. Will realized this as well, then ran below to find it.
As the cannonfire raged around her, she heard a groaning, than a cracking sound. She looked up and saw the tall proud mast had been severed at its base. It was coming down, and coming down fast. Elizabeth quickly got out of the way, and landed beside someone.
Turning, she found herself face-to-face with the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. "Where's the medallion?" He asks, oblivious to the fact that she would rather slap that smirk off his face than tell him where it is. Jack grabs her arm just as it swings toward him.
"Wretch!" Elizabeth still clearly had not forgiven him for what had happened back in Port Royal. Jack merely smirked at her, knowing why she was angry. He noticed something else as well. "Ah, where's dear William?"
Meanwhile, belowdeck…..
Will was still looking for the medallion, when he heard a great crack resonate from the top level. He ran toward the stairs, only to have a cannonball rip through the cargohold, narrowly missing him. The explosion threw him back a bit, and he gathered himself up.
Looking around, he realized that there was now water pouring in. Also, he had yet to locate the goldpiece. Hearing a chirping sound, he looked up and saw Barbossa's monkey sitting on a beam.
In its mouth was the last piece of Aztec gold.
Will called to it softly, but the cursed creature scampered out of reach. It quickly made its way back to the Black Pearl.
Seeing that the monkey had escaped, Will began to make his way back towards the stairway. He noted, with some surprise, that it was now blocked off. When the mast fell, it had collapsed on the grate through which Will had gained access.
/Not good. This is not good./ Will Turner thought.
He made his way to the grate, and squeezed himself through some of the collapsed beams. Pressing his face to the small opening, he began calling for help.
Above…..
Elizabeth was frantically searching for Will. She then remembered him going to find the medallion. Making her way to the base of the fallen mast, she realized with horror that it had fallen directly on Will's only way out. Coming closer, she heard cries of distress.
"Hey! Hey! Below!" He sounded panicked, and he had a right to be. The water was now up to his chest, and rising fast.
"Will!"
"Elizabeth! Can you open it from the outside? Hurry, water's coming in!" Normally, Will was a rather calm, collected young man, but in this case, he was scared out of his mind.
"I can't! I can't move it!" Elizabeth's voice began to tremble. She looked into his large brown eyes, and realized, something she had known since she had met William Turner.
She was completely head over heels for him.
However, this turned out to be a bad time to have a revelation for one Miss Swann. The Pearl's damned crew had now boarded the Interceptor, and were rendering its crew helpless. They began taking all as prisoners. Two pirates, seeing the girl, began to drag her away from the grate. Immediately, she began kicking and screaming with all of her might.
"Will!! Will!! No, let me go! I have to help-" One sharp slap from the larger pirate shut her up temporarily. They dragged her aboard the Pearl. Above the melee, she could still hear Will's frantic calls for help.
"Elizabeth! Someone help! I'm trapped! Hey! Below! Jack! Anyone!" His cries faded as they dragged her towards Jack's crew, and tied her alongside Gibbs and Anamaria.
"Where's the whelp?" Gibbs asked her, when no one was looking. Elizabeth turned to him, tears already marking a trail down her face. "He's still in the ship. He's trapped belowdeck.." She trailed off, unable to say anything else.
"Good God." Although Gibbs thought the boy somewhat shy but headstrong, he still generally liked him. To see something happen to him would be terrible.
Hoping that someone would come help him, Will soon realized that it may not happen in time. He had heard some of the pirates say they had "lit the powder, now get off tha ship!" This really was not good.
The water was just a few inches below his chin. Taking a deep breath, he swam to the bottom to find perhaps a hole blown in the hull by the cannonball. Feeling along, he found one, and made his way outside the ship.
He had only swum eighteen feet from the ship when it exploded. The impact hit him hard, and involuntarily, he tried to take a gulp of air. Instead of air, all that William Turner found was the cold water of the Caribbean.
Awwwwwwwww…….lookie there….a cliffy…..
Review and our dear William will not be harmed…….much…..(insert evil laughter) lol
Breathe
Chappy 2
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"Fire!"
"Fire!"
Simultaneously, both ships began firing at one another. One was armed with cannonballs, the other, with spoons, forks, and the occasional rum bottle. The Black Pearls' crew began throwing their grappling hooks, seeking to gain purchase on the Interceptor.
In the midst of all this chaos, Elizabeth and Will watched the battle. They looked at each other and knew their ship and the crew would go down. Gibbs turned towards Elizabeth for information. "We could use a few more ideas lass." He looked at her imploringly, for he had no ideas of his own.
"I thought of the last one, I believe it is now your turn Mr. Gibbs." Elizabeth was out of ideas as well, and threw a grappling hook down. She and Will concentrated on not being hit by the cannon balls or guns firing their way.
Anamaria overheard them talking and made a decision for them. "We'll give them her." She brandished her gun towards Elizabeth. The girl's eyes went wide. Although she had been threatened by a pirate before, it was not something she wanted to become accustomed to.
Immediately, Will stepped in front of the pistol. "She's not what they're after." He looked as threatening as possible, and the gun was lowered. Anamaria would not cross the son of the infamous Bootstrap Bill, for, in her eyes, that would be a great injustice to him.
Elizabeth's hand flew up to her throat. "The medallion." She realized that she had left it on the office table in the captain's quarters. She had taken it off and given it to Will, but had forgotten to grab it on the way abovedeck. In the madhouse that ensued, she completely forgot about it. Will realized this as well, then ran below to find it.
As the cannonfire raged around her, she heard a groaning, than a cracking sound. She looked up and saw the tall proud mast had been severed at its base. It was coming down, and coming down fast. Elizabeth quickly got out of the way, and landed beside someone.
Turning, she found herself face-to-face with the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. "Where's the medallion?" He asks, oblivious to the fact that she would rather slap that smirk off his face than tell him where it is. Jack grabs her arm just as it swings toward him.
"Wretch!" Elizabeth still clearly had not forgiven him for what had happened back in Port Royal. Jack merely smirked at her, knowing why she was angry. He noticed something else as well. "Ah, where's dear William?"
Meanwhile, belowdeck…..
Will was still looking for the medallion, when he heard a great crack resonate from the top level. He ran toward the stairs, only to have a cannonball rip through the cargohold, narrowly missing him. The explosion threw him back a bit, and he gathered himself up.
Looking around, he realized that there was now water pouring in. Also, he had yet to locate the goldpiece. Hearing a chirping sound, he looked up and saw Barbossa's monkey sitting on a beam.
In its mouth was the last piece of Aztec gold.
Will called to it softly, but the cursed creature scampered out of reach. It quickly made its way back to the Black Pearl.
Seeing that the monkey had escaped, Will began to make his way back towards the stairway. He noted, with some surprise, that it was now blocked off. When the mast fell, it had collapsed on the grate through which Will had gained access.
/Not good. This is not good./ Will Turner thought.
He made his way to the grate, and squeezed himself through some of the collapsed beams. Pressing his face to the small opening, he began calling for help.
Above…..
Elizabeth was frantically searching for Will. She then remembered him going to find the medallion. Making her way to the base of the fallen mast, she realized with horror that it had fallen directly on Will's only way out. Coming closer, she heard cries of distress.
"Hey! Hey! Below!" He sounded panicked, and he had a right to be. The water was now up to his chest, and rising fast.
"Will!"
"Elizabeth! Can you open it from the outside? Hurry, water's coming in!" Normally, Will was a rather calm, collected young man, but in this case, he was scared out of his mind.
"I can't! I can't move it!" Elizabeth's voice began to tremble. She looked into his large brown eyes, and realized, something she had known since she had met William Turner.
She was completely head over heels for him.
However, this turned out to be a bad time to have a revelation for one Miss Swann. The Pearl's damned crew had now boarded the Interceptor, and were rendering its crew helpless. They began taking all as prisoners. Two pirates, seeing the girl, began to drag her away from the grate. Immediately, she began kicking and screaming with all of her might.
"Will!! Will!! No, let me go! I have to help-" One sharp slap from the larger pirate shut her up temporarily. They dragged her aboard the Pearl. Above the melee, she could still hear Will's frantic calls for help.
"Elizabeth! Someone help! I'm trapped! Hey! Below! Jack! Anyone!" His cries faded as they dragged her towards Jack's crew, and tied her alongside Gibbs and Anamaria.
"Where's the whelp?" Gibbs asked her, when no one was looking. Elizabeth turned to him, tears already marking a trail down her face. "He's still in the ship. He's trapped belowdeck.." She trailed off, unable to say anything else.
"Good God." Although Gibbs thought the boy somewhat shy but headstrong, he still generally liked him. To see something happen to him would be terrible.
Hoping that someone would come help him, Will soon realized that it may not happen in time. He had heard some of the pirates say they had "lit the powder, now get off tha ship!" This really was not good.
The water was just a few inches below his chin. Taking a deep breath, he swam to the bottom to find perhaps a hole blown in the hull by the cannonball. Feeling along, he found one, and made his way outside the ship.
He had only swum eighteen feet from the ship when it exploded. The impact hit him hard, and involuntarily, he tried to take a gulp of air. Instead of air, all that William Turner found was the cold water of the Caribbean.
Awwwwwwwww…….lookie there….a cliffy…..
Review and our dear William will not be harmed…….much…..(insert evil laughter) lol