~*~ "Arr. I'm curious, after killing me what was it ye be planning on doing
next?" There stood Barbossa, Jack's mutinous first mate and, at that time,
Captain of the Black Pearl. He held out the silver knife, the tip dripping
fresh red blood from his chest, the same knife that had protruded his chest
seconds before, the same knife that Elizabeth had stabbed him with.
Elizabeth screamed, shouldn't he have died? There really was a curse, he's
not of the living she thought to herself.
She took off out the door of the captain's dining quarters and out into the cold air and the darkness of the night, the silver moon shone brightly up in the sky. She screamed hard again, skeletons, they were everywhere, they were everywhere that the crew should be. She ran as fast as her legs could take her, bone men to her right swabbing the decks, the dead above her hoisting the sails and readying the masts. More were up ahead, to her left and behind her, she had no where to go, she fell through an open square in the deck and landed on a sheet. She was tossed up in the air again and landed back down on the sheet all the while screaming at the top of her lungs. The skeletons were toying with her, she had never been more scared in her entire life. She finally felt a bony arm wrap itself around her waist and swing her off, she felt safe for a moment before gazing at her rescuer, a fellow skeleton, dreadlocks piled on the top of his skull. He dropped her down and Barbossa made his way out to her, still hidden by the shadows, the skeletal crew watching.
"Look! The moonlight shows us for what we really are. We are not among the living and so we cannot die but neither are we dead. For too long I've been parched with thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing, not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea, not the warmth of a woman's flesh." The old captain reached out for her in the moonlight, his hand disintegrating to bone and rotting flesh right before her eyes.
"You best start believing in ghost stories Miss Turner ; you're in one!" He took a bottle of red wine in his hand, his entire body over taken by bones and rotting flesh. He bit the cork out and spit it off to the side, letting the liquid pour into his mouth and traveling through his rib cage, soaking through the rips and tears that would be his shirt, staining his entire midsection blood red.
Elizabeth screamed, she ran into the door closest to her, the one she was thrown in upon her arrival on the Black Pearl. Barbossa slammed the door shut behind her. She could hear his cold, sinister laugh taunting her followed by the bellowing of his crew laughing along, entertained by her fear.
"What are ye looking at? Back to work!" She heard Barbossa's booming voice holler at his crew as he threw the empty bottle at the door, letting the glass shatter against the wood.
Elizabeth curled in a corner, her knees brought all the way up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her knees. Her hands were grasped together so tight that her knuckles had begun to turn white. She took short, shallow breaths, her fear overcoming her. The shadows of the skeletal crew danced along the walls of her quarters from the moonlight through her windows. ~*~
Elizabeth woke up screaming, her hair slightly damp from sweat. She shot up in the bed, at first not realizing where she was. Her head jolted around the room, her mind coming to the final realization that she was, again, in the quarters of the Black Pearl. Barbossa's crew outside her doors yet again, the only difference this time was that they were no longer cursed and their captain was no longer Barbossa. She wiped the sweat from her brow and took a long deep breath, her hand absent-mindedly going along the chain of her necklace down to the gold triangular pendant. She clasped it in her hand and gazed to the window next to the door. She jumped from the bed with a startled scream to find the face of Pintel, the shorter and chubbier of the two pirates that had taken her from her house not more than a few months ago under Barbossa's orders. His beady little eyes looked at her and a small grin crossed over his face as he tilted his head to the side.
" 'Ello poppet." He whispered to her.
She grabbed for her blankets, not quite sure if she was decent. He opened the door, Ragetti by his side rubbing his misbehaving eye.
"I said stop rubbin' it." Pintel gave Ragetti and small hit in the stomach halting Ragetti's rubbing, "Ye remember me don'tcha poppet?" he questioned Elizabeth.
"Ya poppet." Ragetti echoed with a small chuckle.
"Of course I do. What do you want?" she spat at them releasing her death grip on her sheets feeling only slightly more comfortable to the realization that she was in her nightgown.
"We want noffin' to do with ye, it's our cap'n who wants to see ya," Pintel replied, "Just follow us, he wants to have ya for a late night . . .talk."
Elizabeth rose from her bed without argument and followed them out of the chambers. She looked around, the ship seemed a bit more fixed up than it had been months ago, but when she had last seen the ship, Jack had become the captain once again. The pair led her down a flight of stairs and into a very well lit room, by the looks of it, it must've been used as the captain's quarters. There were empty jugs of rum piled in the right-hand corner in the front of the room, a table against the far wall, two chairs adorning it, one opposite the other. A small bed, more of a cot rested in the far left-hand corner of the room with nothing more than a pillow and one or two blankets. It was bare for Elizabeth's standards, nothing compared to her house back home.
The two gave a small chuckle as they shut the door behind her. She surveyed the room only to find not one occupant until after a few moments of waiting, the door re-opened. She turned around to stand face to face with a pirate. A tall, well-built man with stringy shoulder-length black hair and a twisted black beard. He was a good two or three heads taller than Elizabeth and he smelt of old dry rum. His skin was tan and aged from it's years out at sea and he wore a stone-like face.
"You have something that we want." He spoke, a hint of a Bristol-accent rolling from his tongue.
"And . .and what might that be sir?" she questioned as she took a step back.
"This," He reached towards her, seizing the pendant on the end of her necklace in his sandy palm. "We need it and only ye can open it."
"Open what? I'm afraid I don't quite understand you, captain . ." She stuttered for a moment not knowing this new captain's name.
"Captain Blackbeard lass. Open the treasure o' course. Ye got the key and we need it, only ye can open it since ye be the one who took the key from it's restin' spot." He explained after giving her his name.
"You must have me confused with someone else Captain . . .Blackbeard." She paused for a moment, the memory of hearing about this pirate before coming to her mind.
"What be yer name lass?" He inquired his head tilted slightly to the side in wonder.
"Elizabeth.:" She said plainly not bothering to give her last name, especially with the time she's going through, she didn't know whether to give the last name of Turner or her maiden and rightful name of Swann.
"Well Elizabeth ye be the key . ." The towering captain was cut off.
"You must have the wrong person, I insist, I never took this from any treasure. My husband, as a wedding gift, gave it to me on our wedding day. Captain Jack Sparrow handed him it . .. " She slowed down for a moment, her mind connecting the pieces together to this odd puzzle. "That's it! It was Jack," she said quietly to herself.
"What be that missy?" He leaned closer to her apparently missing the last part of what she said.
"I believe that it was Captain Jack Sparrow who took this key sir, he's the captain of this ship in fact. Him and my husband will be here any second to come and rescue me, an able crew at hand. You have made a grave mistake in taking me captain, a very grave one indeed." She said, snatching her necklace back from his hand. The gold lightly hitting her sternum upon contact.
"Those are strong words for one as helpless as yer self lassie, you don't quite know of the position that yer in. Let 'em come, as long as the one I be needed comes along. So this Jack Sparrow fella's the one we need? So be it." He gave a small chuckle as he opened the door to Pintel and Ragetti standing awaiting orders. "Take 'er back to 'er quarters. We be after this Cap'n Jack Sparrow now."
Next thing Elizabeth knew, she was being pushed from the room by a strong hand of the new captain and falling forward into Ragetti.
"Jack Sparrow now eh? 'e just seem to be everywhere these days." Pintel said to Elizabeth.
"Didn't we kill 'im last time?" Ragettis wondered as they both took Elizabeth by arm and led her up the stairs.
"No ye bloody fool, 'e got away cause we became 'uman." Pintel jerked giving Ragetti a hard smack to the back of the head.
"Oh, ya, that's right." He nodded, slightly rubbing the back of his now throbbing head.
They both shoved Elizabeth back into 'her' quarters and shut the door. Pintel lowered his head back down to the window and gave her a small wave along with a grand smile.
"Nighty night poppet." He said in an almost teasing voice. Elizabeth wrung the pillow tight in her hands as she heard Ragetti echoing what Pintel had just said, but adding a small chuckle afterwards as though he found it funny. Elizabeth didn't find it funny, she didn't find it funny one bit.
"You all just wait, they're coming for me and you are all in for it," she said to herself as she tossed the pillow back down onto the bed and let her body fall down upon the bed as well. She curled up and attempted to fall back asleep, hoping that this time there would be no more nightmares.
~*~Note: Alright, well, for those who didn't know, this is what is happening to Elizabeth as Jack and Will are being 'mistreated' by the new crew of female pirates. And the part at the top with these ~*~ ~*~ around them signify the dream that Elizabeth is having . . well nightmare that she is having of that night when she was last on the Black Pearl. Next chapter will go back to Jack and Will. I hope you liked this chapter. .I was listening to the soundtrack while I was writing it so I hope it all ended well. Please review and keep readin' I'll be updating faster from now on!!!~*~
She took off out the door of the captain's dining quarters and out into the cold air and the darkness of the night, the silver moon shone brightly up in the sky. She screamed hard again, skeletons, they were everywhere, they were everywhere that the crew should be. She ran as fast as her legs could take her, bone men to her right swabbing the decks, the dead above her hoisting the sails and readying the masts. More were up ahead, to her left and behind her, she had no where to go, she fell through an open square in the deck and landed on a sheet. She was tossed up in the air again and landed back down on the sheet all the while screaming at the top of her lungs. The skeletons were toying with her, she had never been more scared in her entire life. She finally felt a bony arm wrap itself around her waist and swing her off, she felt safe for a moment before gazing at her rescuer, a fellow skeleton, dreadlocks piled on the top of his skull. He dropped her down and Barbossa made his way out to her, still hidden by the shadows, the skeletal crew watching.
"Look! The moonlight shows us for what we really are. We are not among the living and so we cannot die but neither are we dead. For too long I've been parched with thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing, not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea, not the warmth of a woman's flesh." The old captain reached out for her in the moonlight, his hand disintegrating to bone and rotting flesh right before her eyes.
"You best start believing in ghost stories Miss Turner ; you're in one!" He took a bottle of red wine in his hand, his entire body over taken by bones and rotting flesh. He bit the cork out and spit it off to the side, letting the liquid pour into his mouth and traveling through his rib cage, soaking through the rips and tears that would be his shirt, staining his entire midsection blood red.
Elizabeth screamed, she ran into the door closest to her, the one she was thrown in upon her arrival on the Black Pearl. Barbossa slammed the door shut behind her. She could hear his cold, sinister laugh taunting her followed by the bellowing of his crew laughing along, entertained by her fear.
"What are ye looking at? Back to work!" She heard Barbossa's booming voice holler at his crew as he threw the empty bottle at the door, letting the glass shatter against the wood.
Elizabeth curled in a corner, her knees brought all the way up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her knees. Her hands were grasped together so tight that her knuckles had begun to turn white. She took short, shallow breaths, her fear overcoming her. The shadows of the skeletal crew danced along the walls of her quarters from the moonlight through her windows. ~*~
Elizabeth woke up screaming, her hair slightly damp from sweat. She shot up in the bed, at first not realizing where she was. Her head jolted around the room, her mind coming to the final realization that she was, again, in the quarters of the Black Pearl. Barbossa's crew outside her doors yet again, the only difference this time was that they were no longer cursed and their captain was no longer Barbossa. She wiped the sweat from her brow and took a long deep breath, her hand absent-mindedly going along the chain of her necklace down to the gold triangular pendant. She clasped it in her hand and gazed to the window next to the door. She jumped from the bed with a startled scream to find the face of Pintel, the shorter and chubbier of the two pirates that had taken her from her house not more than a few months ago under Barbossa's orders. His beady little eyes looked at her and a small grin crossed over his face as he tilted his head to the side.
" 'Ello poppet." He whispered to her.
She grabbed for her blankets, not quite sure if she was decent. He opened the door, Ragetti by his side rubbing his misbehaving eye.
"I said stop rubbin' it." Pintel gave Ragetti and small hit in the stomach halting Ragetti's rubbing, "Ye remember me don'tcha poppet?" he questioned Elizabeth.
"Ya poppet." Ragetti echoed with a small chuckle.
"Of course I do. What do you want?" she spat at them releasing her death grip on her sheets feeling only slightly more comfortable to the realization that she was in her nightgown.
"We want noffin' to do with ye, it's our cap'n who wants to see ya," Pintel replied, "Just follow us, he wants to have ya for a late night . . .talk."
Elizabeth rose from her bed without argument and followed them out of the chambers. She looked around, the ship seemed a bit more fixed up than it had been months ago, but when she had last seen the ship, Jack had become the captain once again. The pair led her down a flight of stairs and into a very well lit room, by the looks of it, it must've been used as the captain's quarters. There were empty jugs of rum piled in the right-hand corner in the front of the room, a table against the far wall, two chairs adorning it, one opposite the other. A small bed, more of a cot rested in the far left-hand corner of the room with nothing more than a pillow and one or two blankets. It was bare for Elizabeth's standards, nothing compared to her house back home.
The two gave a small chuckle as they shut the door behind her. She surveyed the room only to find not one occupant until after a few moments of waiting, the door re-opened. She turned around to stand face to face with a pirate. A tall, well-built man with stringy shoulder-length black hair and a twisted black beard. He was a good two or three heads taller than Elizabeth and he smelt of old dry rum. His skin was tan and aged from it's years out at sea and he wore a stone-like face.
"You have something that we want." He spoke, a hint of a Bristol-accent rolling from his tongue.
"And . .and what might that be sir?" she questioned as she took a step back.
"This," He reached towards her, seizing the pendant on the end of her necklace in his sandy palm. "We need it and only ye can open it."
"Open what? I'm afraid I don't quite understand you, captain . ." She stuttered for a moment not knowing this new captain's name.
"Captain Blackbeard lass. Open the treasure o' course. Ye got the key and we need it, only ye can open it since ye be the one who took the key from it's restin' spot." He explained after giving her his name.
"You must have me confused with someone else Captain . . .Blackbeard." She paused for a moment, the memory of hearing about this pirate before coming to her mind.
"What be yer name lass?" He inquired his head tilted slightly to the side in wonder.
"Elizabeth.:" She said plainly not bothering to give her last name, especially with the time she's going through, she didn't know whether to give the last name of Turner or her maiden and rightful name of Swann.
"Well Elizabeth ye be the key . ." The towering captain was cut off.
"You must have the wrong person, I insist, I never took this from any treasure. My husband, as a wedding gift, gave it to me on our wedding day. Captain Jack Sparrow handed him it . .. " She slowed down for a moment, her mind connecting the pieces together to this odd puzzle. "That's it! It was Jack," she said quietly to herself.
"What be that missy?" He leaned closer to her apparently missing the last part of what she said.
"I believe that it was Captain Jack Sparrow who took this key sir, he's the captain of this ship in fact. Him and my husband will be here any second to come and rescue me, an able crew at hand. You have made a grave mistake in taking me captain, a very grave one indeed." She said, snatching her necklace back from his hand. The gold lightly hitting her sternum upon contact.
"Those are strong words for one as helpless as yer self lassie, you don't quite know of the position that yer in. Let 'em come, as long as the one I be needed comes along. So this Jack Sparrow fella's the one we need? So be it." He gave a small chuckle as he opened the door to Pintel and Ragetti standing awaiting orders. "Take 'er back to 'er quarters. We be after this Cap'n Jack Sparrow now."
Next thing Elizabeth knew, she was being pushed from the room by a strong hand of the new captain and falling forward into Ragetti.
"Jack Sparrow now eh? 'e just seem to be everywhere these days." Pintel said to Elizabeth.
"Didn't we kill 'im last time?" Ragettis wondered as they both took Elizabeth by arm and led her up the stairs.
"No ye bloody fool, 'e got away cause we became 'uman." Pintel jerked giving Ragetti a hard smack to the back of the head.
"Oh, ya, that's right." He nodded, slightly rubbing the back of his now throbbing head.
They both shoved Elizabeth back into 'her' quarters and shut the door. Pintel lowered his head back down to the window and gave her a small wave along with a grand smile.
"Nighty night poppet." He said in an almost teasing voice. Elizabeth wrung the pillow tight in her hands as she heard Ragetti echoing what Pintel had just said, but adding a small chuckle afterwards as though he found it funny. Elizabeth didn't find it funny, she didn't find it funny one bit.
"You all just wait, they're coming for me and you are all in for it," she said to herself as she tossed the pillow back down onto the bed and let her body fall down upon the bed as well. She curled up and attempted to fall back asleep, hoping that this time there would be no more nightmares.
~*~Note: Alright, well, for those who didn't know, this is what is happening to Elizabeth as Jack and Will are being 'mistreated' by the new crew of female pirates. And the part at the top with these ~*~ ~*~ around them signify the dream that Elizabeth is having . . well nightmare that she is having of that night when she was last on the Black Pearl. Next chapter will go back to Jack and Will. I hope you liked this chapter. .I was listening to the soundtrack while I was writing it so I hope it all ended well. Please review and keep readin' I'll be updating faster from now on!!!~*~