Disclaimer in first chappy!!!!!! NO SUE!!!!!! Me broke!!!! lol
Yay! Even more reviewers! Wow…..ahem..sorry so long since I last updated! Well, I guess that technically means Will is dead because he's been underwater for the past five days!!!…lol….Anywho…on to the story!!!!!!!! :-P
(You know I'm just playing!…..And you know this….MAN!!!!! …lol..)
(Uh….yeah…that's just the pot talkin' folks!!!) …..O-o….shuffles away to computer…strokes screen while whispering….Will's my own….my precious…
Fans begin throwing various objects…..AHHHHHHH…..LOOK OUT!!!!….thump
Ok, ok, I'll start the story now, stop throwing stuff!!!! Rubs bump on head…which is surely a concussion….lol
Funny, how my head sounds hollow….knock on wood people!!!! Ha ha ha!!!
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Breathe
Chappy 4
Onboard the Black Pearl, Elizabeth's sobs had gradually lessened. She truly missed Will, and she would see Barbossa and his damned crew meet their end. There would be plenty of time to grieve later.
Even before the Interceptor went down, the Pearl had already chartered a course toward Isla de Muerta. Apparently, the pirates now thought they had nothing to stand in their way of finally breaking the curse. Although they had questioned Jack, they had not gotten a name from him. To be sure the girl wasn't the one they needed, they intended to spill all of her blood. If she wasn't the one, then they would question Jack again. They had overlooked the fact that Jack Sparrow was no longer in his cell.
Unknowingly, it seemed as if the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow had gotten away, yet again.
One of the pirates by the name of Pintel, was walking down the line of captives. He glared at all, sizing them up. Some would be used to man the Pearl, while others would be killed. They would have no say in the matter, and frankly, Pintel didn't care. As he walked back towards those first in line, Barbossa called out to him.
"Lock them in the brig. Put the girl in a separate cell. We'll need her later." He smiled wickedly at Elizabeth. None too gently, the crew was taken downstairs and locked into the cells. Gibbs eyed their captors menacingly. He would rather die fighting their enemy than have the option of joining their crew. Many of them felt the same way.
Once they were alone, the began conversing quietly. Many felt they would be killed, others traded at the slave markets. However bleak their outcome, none would join the cursed crew. That was for certain. For a time, all were silent, pondering their fates. Some seemed to be reconciling, for they had nothing to say.
In the midst of the silence, Elizabeth, who looked at the crew from her cell, asked a tentative, if not obvious question.
"Where's Jack?"
Immediately, conversation was restored with a vigor. Many questions were asked, but it seemed as if there was no answer to the riddle. No one had seen Jack since just before the explosion.
A flicker of hope was lit, and they knew they may have a chance yet.
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Soon, all struggles ceased, and William Turner's world went black…..
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Will's POV
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/Cold…..really cold…..
That's all I feel…I can feel the water rush into my lungs when the ship exploded…strange sensation, to know you're drowning, and unable to do anything about it.
As darkness tinges the edge of my vision, I find myself thinking of Elizabeth. How beautiful she is, the way the light seems to radiate from her….as if she herself were the light source. I felt truly grateful that, for the short while I had known her, I had seen her grow into the woman I secretly loved.
She may not have known, but for me, she is all that matters as I sink to the depths of the Caribbean. She is all I think of now….and she will forever be my light, my beacon of hope…..
Cold….so cold…
My body grows heavy, the darkness is almost complete….
….my beacon…..my light…..my hope…
……keep shining…..Elizabeth Swann…../
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As Will's body plummeted toward the depths of the ocean, some manner of creature swam toward him. It came out of the gloom, as if from some fairy tale. It swam toward the sinking boy, and grasped his hand…..
Immediately, the rescuer felt how limp the body was. He needed to get him to the surface, and quickly.
When he broke the surface, he looked around. He swam, the boy cradled carefully against his chest. Far as he could tell, there were no ships in sight. As the waves rocked him up and down, he noticed something in the distance.
An island.
He swam quickly, knowing he couldn't resuscitate the boy without a flat surface to work on. The island grew larger with each stroke that he took. Unfortunately, the quicker he swam, the more tired he grew. The island seemed even farther away, and with the dead weight in his arms, his energy drained out of him rapidly.
Soon, his arms ached terribly, the island looming no closer than before. He thought a bit, and realized he was traveling against the current. This was going to be harder than he originally thought. He knew twelve feet below him, the current would be headed toward the island. Since the water was lighter, he knew it was shallow, and this was the way the currents worked in the Caribbean.
Taking a deep breathe, he dove under the surface, dragging his cargo along with him. Seeing as the boy wasn't breathing anyway, it would do him no additional harm. The rescuer hoped that when he arrived at the beach, he would be able to bring the kid around.
Swimming down, he realized he was right, and was swiftly pulled in the right direction. Eventually, the two currents ended, and he needed air, so he swam upwards again. This time, the island was just a hundred feet away. He smiled, things seemed to be going his way.
All too soon, he discovered another problem. His left leg ached terribly, and was threatening to cramp. He quickly prayed, hoping it would not evolve into a painful and life-threatening situation. It seemed as if his prayers were answered, the appendage feeling better already. Swimming on, he put the short, but tense situation behind him.
He stopped and was shifting the boy to his other arm when a terrific pain enveloped his left leg. The ache had transformed into a massive cramp, and he was beginning to go under. He knew he had enough energy and willpower to reach the island.
If he took the chance and dragged the boy behind him, he would get pulled down and they would both drown. If he let the boy go, he could make it, but would feel guilty the rest of his days.
In order to live, one must die.
It was the hardest decision Captain Jack Sparrow had ever had to make.
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BWAHAHAHAH!!!!! Sorry……had to end it somewhere!!!!!! Review, and maybe no further harm will come to our boys…though I seriously doubt that!!!!
Thanks to all my reviewers..I'll try to post another chappy in the next few days. Have to work 10-6, night shift!! Means I have to sleep during the day, and work at night. I'll try to get back to ya'll as soon as I can!!!!! Huggggggggssssss!!!
For my reviewers: here are the Orli/Johnny clones I promised!!!! One for you…and one for you…
To my silent lurkers: review! I really wanna hear your thoughts on this!!!!
Yay! Even more reviewers! Wow…..ahem..sorry so long since I last updated! Well, I guess that technically means Will is dead because he's been underwater for the past five days!!!…lol….Anywho…on to the story!!!!!!!! :-P
(You know I'm just playing!…..And you know this….MAN!!!!! …lol..)
(Uh….yeah…that's just the pot talkin' folks!!!) …..O-o….shuffles away to computer…strokes screen while whispering….Will's my own….my precious…
Fans begin throwing various objects…..AHHHHHHH…..LOOK OUT!!!!….thump
Ok, ok, I'll start the story now, stop throwing stuff!!!! Rubs bump on head…which is surely a concussion….lol
Funny, how my head sounds hollow….knock on wood people!!!! Ha ha ha!!!
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Breathe
Chappy 4
Onboard the Black Pearl, Elizabeth's sobs had gradually lessened. She truly missed Will, and she would see Barbossa and his damned crew meet their end. There would be plenty of time to grieve later.
Even before the Interceptor went down, the Pearl had already chartered a course toward Isla de Muerta. Apparently, the pirates now thought they had nothing to stand in their way of finally breaking the curse. Although they had questioned Jack, they had not gotten a name from him. To be sure the girl wasn't the one they needed, they intended to spill all of her blood. If she wasn't the one, then they would question Jack again. They had overlooked the fact that Jack Sparrow was no longer in his cell.
Unknowingly, it seemed as if the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow had gotten away, yet again.
One of the pirates by the name of Pintel, was walking down the line of captives. He glared at all, sizing them up. Some would be used to man the Pearl, while others would be killed. They would have no say in the matter, and frankly, Pintel didn't care. As he walked back towards those first in line, Barbossa called out to him.
"Lock them in the brig. Put the girl in a separate cell. We'll need her later." He smiled wickedly at Elizabeth. None too gently, the crew was taken downstairs and locked into the cells. Gibbs eyed their captors menacingly. He would rather die fighting their enemy than have the option of joining their crew. Many of them felt the same way.
Once they were alone, the began conversing quietly. Many felt they would be killed, others traded at the slave markets. However bleak their outcome, none would join the cursed crew. That was for certain. For a time, all were silent, pondering their fates. Some seemed to be reconciling, for they had nothing to say.
In the midst of the silence, Elizabeth, who looked at the crew from her cell, asked a tentative, if not obvious question.
"Where's Jack?"
Immediately, conversation was restored with a vigor. Many questions were asked, but it seemed as if there was no answer to the riddle. No one had seen Jack since just before the explosion.
A flicker of hope was lit, and they knew they may have a chance yet.
**********************************************************************
Soon, all struggles ceased, and William Turner's world went black…..
~~~~~~~~~~~
Will's POV
~~~~~~~~~~~
/Cold…..really cold…..
That's all I feel…I can feel the water rush into my lungs when the ship exploded…strange sensation, to know you're drowning, and unable to do anything about it.
As darkness tinges the edge of my vision, I find myself thinking of Elizabeth. How beautiful she is, the way the light seems to radiate from her….as if she herself were the light source. I felt truly grateful that, for the short while I had known her, I had seen her grow into the woman I secretly loved.
She may not have known, but for me, she is all that matters as I sink to the depths of the Caribbean. She is all I think of now….and she will forever be my light, my beacon of hope…..
Cold….so cold…
My body grows heavy, the darkness is almost complete….
….my beacon…..my light…..my hope…
……keep shining…..Elizabeth Swann…../
************************************************************************
As Will's body plummeted toward the depths of the ocean, some manner of creature swam toward him. It came out of the gloom, as if from some fairy tale. It swam toward the sinking boy, and grasped his hand…..
Immediately, the rescuer felt how limp the body was. He needed to get him to the surface, and quickly.
When he broke the surface, he looked around. He swam, the boy cradled carefully against his chest. Far as he could tell, there were no ships in sight. As the waves rocked him up and down, he noticed something in the distance.
An island.
He swam quickly, knowing he couldn't resuscitate the boy without a flat surface to work on. The island grew larger with each stroke that he took. Unfortunately, the quicker he swam, the more tired he grew. The island seemed even farther away, and with the dead weight in his arms, his energy drained out of him rapidly.
Soon, his arms ached terribly, the island looming no closer than before. He thought a bit, and realized he was traveling against the current. This was going to be harder than he originally thought. He knew twelve feet below him, the current would be headed toward the island. Since the water was lighter, he knew it was shallow, and this was the way the currents worked in the Caribbean.
Taking a deep breathe, he dove under the surface, dragging his cargo along with him. Seeing as the boy wasn't breathing anyway, it would do him no additional harm. The rescuer hoped that when he arrived at the beach, he would be able to bring the kid around.
Swimming down, he realized he was right, and was swiftly pulled in the right direction. Eventually, the two currents ended, and he needed air, so he swam upwards again. This time, the island was just a hundred feet away. He smiled, things seemed to be going his way.
All too soon, he discovered another problem. His left leg ached terribly, and was threatening to cramp. He quickly prayed, hoping it would not evolve into a painful and life-threatening situation. It seemed as if his prayers were answered, the appendage feeling better already. Swimming on, he put the short, but tense situation behind him.
He stopped and was shifting the boy to his other arm when a terrific pain enveloped his left leg. The ache had transformed into a massive cramp, and he was beginning to go under. He knew he had enough energy and willpower to reach the island.
If he took the chance and dragged the boy behind him, he would get pulled down and they would both drown. If he let the boy go, he could make it, but would feel guilty the rest of his days.
In order to live, one must die.
It was the hardest decision Captain Jack Sparrow had ever had to make.
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BWAHAHAHAH!!!!! Sorry……had to end it somewhere!!!!!! Review, and maybe no further harm will come to our boys…though I seriously doubt that!!!!
Thanks to all my reviewers..I'll try to post another chappy in the next few days. Have to work 10-6, night shift!! Means I have to sleep during the day, and work at night. I'll try to get back to ya'll as soon as I can!!!!! Huggggggggssssss!!!
For my reviewers: here are the Orli/Johnny clones I promised!!!! One for you…and one for you…
To my silent lurkers: review! I really wanna hear your thoughts on this!!!!