A/N - Surprised, were we? Mwahahaha. Elizabeth is the secret masked
pirate! Who would have thought? Anywayz, please review and thanks again
to my loyal readers! There is a tiny glitch in this chapter, because I was
debating over whether this particular item existed in this time period.
But it is quite possible that it did, so don't hurt me!
Disclaimer - Pirates of the Caribbean is a registered trademark of Disney (and a great movie) Jack Sparrow is a fictional character created for the aforesaid movie (and a great pirate. Easy on the eyes, too), whom I do not own. I do not own the aforesaid movie, characters, or any other matter pertaining to it.
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Elizabeth dramatically ripped off her hat to reveal a cascading mask of curls, which had been dyed a raven black. Forgetting the situation he was in Jack remarked, "Elizabeth, darling, what ever did you do to your hair?"
"I thought black suited me better than that cheesy golden color." Elizabeth stated defiantly.
Jack smiled and said, "In the words of a certain wench, 'it goes with your black heart.'"
He had struck a chord. Elizabeth fumed and pushed her sword point closer to Jack's throat, shutting him up. He looked to his right and saw the taut rope leading into the sea that was Gianna. He looked heavenward and was surprised to see that the ship was not moving. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off when Elizabeth made a mad slash at his chest. He parried with the awful sword. It was just as he suspected: sluggish to react, heavy, and dull. He swung madly, and sliced Elizabeth's shoulder. He forgot that this was a woman he was fighting and waved the sword as fast as he could. He sliced and dashed, and spun out of the way of Elizabeth's blows.
"Luv," Jack remarked as they sparred, "Why would you turn on old Jack like this? I thought we were friends." He swung at her head, and she ducked, missing the blow and causing Jack to stumble.
"When you spoke," She parried a heavy blow by Jack, "Of the Black Pearl while we were on the island, you know, about how she was freedom and yada, yada, yada. It really made an impression on me." She screamed as Jack cut off a chunk of her black tresses. "I decided," she continued, "That the Pearl had to be mine. I used Will as my tool, because he's about as submissive as they get. I found myself a crew and went after your Pearl." Jack faked and slashed, cutting deep into her shoulder. "It," she gasped breathlessly, "was a lot easier to wrestle the Pearl from you than I thought, and I've had her ever since."
Jack's plan had been working beautifully. Elizabeth was distracted by their chatter, and he had been leading the fight towards the rope the Gianna was tied to. But to Jack's extreme displeasure and fear, the Black Pearl had begun to move forward, cutting through the waves. Gianna would soon submerge into the ocean and she would meet her end. Jack couldn't let that happen.
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Gianna struggled as she ceased to float on top of the water. The boat had begun to sail, and she would soon be completely submerged. She felt herself sink, and took a good deep breath and fought to get to the surface again. Her effort was futile, as the water around her grew darker and darker. She had always loved the sea more than anything; it had been her life and her haven. But now she was pretty close to hating it, considering that she may never see Jack again.
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Elizabeth was growing tired quickly. Her movements and reflexes were dull and slow, and adding to Jack's joy, they were mere feet away from the rope. Jack fought with renewed vigor at the prospect of saving Gianna's life. Soon, he saw his opening. He slashed with lightning speed at Elizabeth, forcing her to jump back or have her throat slit. Jack ran to the rail and hacked through the rope, freeing his love. Now he had only to retrieve her. He jumped into a small dinghy and cut its tied to the ship. It fell into the ocean below with a thump. He was off.
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Gianna had not breathed in over a minute and a half, and she was beginning to feel a warm sleepiness envelop her. Fuzziness fell over her sight and her brain, as if there was a cloud obscuring her vision. Suddenly, the tightness she had felt as she was tied to the ship disappeared, and she could feel herself speeding away. She smacked into the hull, where barnacles cut open her arms and legs. She opened her mouth to scream in pain, and it filled with water. Panicking, she inhaled what felt like half the sea, and blacked out.
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Jack picked up the oars and started to row frantically, but he didn't move. After furiously searching out the problem, he saw that a line still anchored the dinghy to the Black Pearl. Muttering, he cut it and began to row madly to where the net had begun to sink. Abruptly, Jack was knocked painfully onto his back in the dinghy. He got up to see that Elizabeth had jumped into the boat and was on him with a dagger. In a swift movement he pushed her off of him and sat on her stomach forcing her dagger out of her hand. She punched him and the dagger fell overboard, lost forever to Davy Jones's Locker. Elizabeth swore and strained to get up. Jack was laughing triumphantly, until she slithered out from beneath him and pointed her pistol at his head. Jack's eyes grew wide as saucers, his face an ashen gray. He stuttered as he sweat and shook. He had never in his life felt so venerable.
Elizabeth cocked the gun and said, in a chilly and exultant voice, "Say good-bye, Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack gazed at the floor of the dinghy, unable to look at the woman who would become his murderer. He noticed dryly that the boat was made of palmwood. Palmwood. In his mind, Jack made the connection to his dream. In a mere second Jack had ripped a match from his pocket, lit it, and dropped it in the dinghy. He dove overboard as the boat was enveloped in a burning white flame. He smelled singed skin and hair as he swam towards where the net had been. Now that he didn't need to worry about Elizabeth anymore, for she was surely dead, he had only to find Gianna. He dove under and swam blindly around, his arms outstretched, feeling for the net. He grabbed a warm shape and pulled it to the surface. By sheer will he tore the strong hemp of the net, freeing the woman inside. Her face was a freezing blue, and she didn't breathe. Jack struggled towards the Black Pearl, as the message rang in his mind, 'I must save her, I need to get to the ship, come on Jack, just a little farther. . ." But deep inside himself, he had his doubts.
Disclaimer - Pirates of the Caribbean is a registered trademark of Disney (and a great movie) Jack Sparrow is a fictional character created for the aforesaid movie (and a great pirate. Easy on the eyes, too), whom I do not own. I do not own the aforesaid movie, characters, or any other matter pertaining to it.
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Elizabeth dramatically ripped off her hat to reveal a cascading mask of curls, which had been dyed a raven black. Forgetting the situation he was in Jack remarked, "Elizabeth, darling, what ever did you do to your hair?"
"I thought black suited me better than that cheesy golden color." Elizabeth stated defiantly.
Jack smiled and said, "In the words of a certain wench, 'it goes with your black heart.'"
He had struck a chord. Elizabeth fumed and pushed her sword point closer to Jack's throat, shutting him up. He looked to his right and saw the taut rope leading into the sea that was Gianna. He looked heavenward and was surprised to see that the ship was not moving. He opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off when Elizabeth made a mad slash at his chest. He parried with the awful sword. It was just as he suspected: sluggish to react, heavy, and dull. He swung madly, and sliced Elizabeth's shoulder. He forgot that this was a woman he was fighting and waved the sword as fast as he could. He sliced and dashed, and spun out of the way of Elizabeth's blows.
"Luv," Jack remarked as they sparred, "Why would you turn on old Jack like this? I thought we were friends." He swung at her head, and she ducked, missing the blow and causing Jack to stumble.
"When you spoke," She parried a heavy blow by Jack, "Of the Black Pearl while we were on the island, you know, about how she was freedom and yada, yada, yada. It really made an impression on me." She screamed as Jack cut off a chunk of her black tresses. "I decided," she continued, "That the Pearl had to be mine. I used Will as my tool, because he's about as submissive as they get. I found myself a crew and went after your Pearl." Jack faked and slashed, cutting deep into her shoulder. "It," she gasped breathlessly, "was a lot easier to wrestle the Pearl from you than I thought, and I've had her ever since."
Jack's plan had been working beautifully. Elizabeth was distracted by their chatter, and he had been leading the fight towards the rope the Gianna was tied to. But to Jack's extreme displeasure and fear, the Black Pearl had begun to move forward, cutting through the waves. Gianna would soon submerge into the ocean and she would meet her end. Jack couldn't let that happen.
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Gianna struggled as she ceased to float on top of the water. The boat had begun to sail, and she would soon be completely submerged. She felt herself sink, and took a good deep breath and fought to get to the surface again. Her effort was futile, as the water around her grew darker and darker. She had always loved the sea more than anything; it had been her life and her haven. But now she was pretty close to hating it, considering that she may never see Jack again.
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Elizabeth was growing tired quickly. Her movements and reflexes were dull and slow, and adding to Jack's joy, they were mere feet away from the rope. Jack fought with renewed vigor at the prospect of saving Gianna's life. Soon, he saw his opening. He slashed with lightning speed at Elizabeth, forcing her to jump back or have her throat slit. Jack ran to the rail and hacked through the rope, freeing his love. Now he had only to retrieve her. He jumped into a small dinghy and cut its tied to the ship. It fell into the ocean below with a thump. He was off.
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Gianna had not breathed in over a minute and a half, and she was beginning to feel a warm sleepiness envelop her. Fuzziness fell over her sight and her brain, as if there was a cloud obscuring her vision. Suddenly, the tightness she had felt as she was tied to the ship disappeared, and she could feel herself speeding away. She smacked into the hull, where barnacles cut open her arms and legs. She opened her mouth to scream in pain, and it filled with water. Panicking, she inhaled what felt like half the sea, and blacked out.
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Jack picked up the oars and started to row frantically, but he didn't move. After furiously searching out the problem, he saw that a line still anchored the dinghy to the Black Pearl. Muttering, he cut it and began to row madly to where the net had begun to sink. Abruptly, Jack was knocked painfully onto his back in the dinghy. He got up to see that Elizabeth had jumped into the boat and was on him with a dagger. In a swift movement he pushed her off of him and sat on her stomach forcing her dagger out of her hand. She punched him and the dagger fell overboard, lost forever to Davy Jones's Locker. Elizabeth swore and strained to get up. Jack was laughing triumphantly, until she slithered out from beneath him and pointed her pistol at his head. Jack's eyes grew wide as saucers, his face an ashen gray. He stuttered as he sweat and shook. He had never in his life felt so venerable.
Elizabeth cocked the gun and said, in a chilly and exultant voice, "Say good-bye, Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack gazed at the floor of the dinghy, unable to look at the woman who would become his murderer. He noticed dryly that the boat was made of palmwood. Palmwood. In his mind, Jack made the connection to his dream. In a mere second Jack had ripped a match from his pocket, lit it, and dropped it in the dinghy. He dove overboard as the boat was enveloped in a burning white flame. He smelled singed skin and hair as he swam towards where the net had been. Now that he didn't need to worry about Elizabeth anymore, for she was surely dead, he had only to find Gianna. He dove under and swam blindly around, his arms outstretched, feeling for the net. He grabbed a warm shape and pulled it to the surface. By sheer will he tore the strong hemp of the net, freeing the woman inside. Her face was a freezing blue, and she didn't breathe. Jack struggled towards the Black Pearl, as the message rang in his mind, 'I must save her, I need to get to the ship, come on Jack, just a little farther. . ." But deep inside himself, he had his doubts.