***Disclaimer: Don't won PotC. I saw it again last night! I stayed to watch the 'secret' after the credits. I also discovered that the credits have the names for all of Jack's crew! But I missed them... My friend noticed them too late- dang gumit! So, if any of you are planning on seeing the movie again... ;-) And so it is Mr. Cotton's Parrot.**
"So, this is the Isle of the Furbys?" asked Jack as he pranced along the shore of the tiny island. It was small, but large enough to hide a secret race of deathless cuddlies.
"Aye," said Captain Louis. "Now, we must wait for them to reveal themselves. They are too cunning for us to ambush."
They didn't have to wait long. It began as a low rustling in the brush along the slopes of the shore as it rose gently into the distance. Everyone listened carefully, trying to pick out the sound.
"Sounds like a man," whispered Jack to Louis. "And, something else."
The noise was getting louder, and there were now two sounds- one of a low rustling, and one of the snapping of plants. The noises grew louder as whatever it was approached a nearby clearing. Suddenly the brush gave way to a man in uniform. He was looking behind him at something holding a spear. The thing nudged him with the spear and left.
"Norrington!" cried Elizabeth, as they went to untie him. Jack drew his pistol, and stood over him, looking into the jungle.
"That- that was a Furby! Small, furry," he twiddled his fingers in the air. "Thing- right?" asked Jack. Everyone looked at him confusedly.
"Furby's don't have arms and so can't carry spears, Captain," said Louis. It was Jack's turn to be confused.
"Who said anything about a spear?" he stood back. Everyone looked at Norrington. They had not been on the island for half an hour and already they had a mystery. Norrington appeared to be recovering from a kind of bewilderment.
"Captain Louis Spirit-Bear, privateer captain of The Penetanguishene," Louis helped Commodore Norrington to his feet. "We did not expect to see you here!"
Norrington still seemed confused. He nodded politely at Captain Louis, but he did not look well. He looked at Captain Jack, and started.
"Sparrow!" he exclaimed. "What, what in blazes are you up to now?!"
"Easy mate, " said Jack. "I'm here on a rescue mission, same as you."
"What?" Norrington held a hand to his head, as though it pained him. "Rescue?"
"Furbys stole governor Swann's wig," said Will. Norrington frowned.
"What is a Furby?" he asked. Everyone's heart sank. They had hoped that he might have knowledge of the Furbys' hideout. Captain Louis became thoughtfully wary.
"Ah.. it has begun. They are very cunning, as I said," said Louis. Will crossed his arms.
"Really? It seems to me that there might not be any Furbys on this island. Maybe you've made a mistake," said Will. Nobody really paid any attention to him, they were all fussing over Norrington. This only made him more cranky. No one noticed that there were other rustlings in the jungle.
"We had better retrace the steps of the commodore," said Louis. Norrington was taken to The Penetanguishene to rest, while the shore party cautiously entered the jungle. Norrington had made quite a trail through the growth, and they could follow it for miles from the snapped branches and trampled ferns. They hadn't gone very far before Will, who was taking up the rear gloomily heard a noise behind him. It seemed like someone was calling his name.
"William," it whispered.
He felt like lingering, and so he let the party walk a few feet away from him as he listened for it. He heard it again. It was definitely real, and sounded like the voice of someone waiting in the jungle.
"Who are you?" he said. "Come out where I can see you."
There was a rustle down the way they had come before a man stepped out of the jungle. His hair and eyes were dark, and his face was lightly bearded. He was strapping, and dressed in the clothes of a sailor. He smiled and walked over to Will. Will drew his pistol from his side, and the man stopped.
"You don't want to do that, son," he said.
"I am not your son," said Will. "Now tell me: who are you and why you are following us?"
"Well, my name's William Turner and yes, in fact you are my son- son" he said frowning. Will's jaw dropped- a lot. The pistol nearly fell out of his hand, and he stood silent. The shore party were now inching further and further into the distance.
Further ahead Mr. Gibbs was now taking up the rear. He spoke to Will: "Shouldn't be long now, lad. We'll be resting up ahead before we tackle those Furbys." But Will wasn't there. Mr. Gibbs turned around, and saw that the young man was missing. He alerted everyone that he was gone.
"Oh, Will!" cried Elizabeth. They all began to retrace their steps, and eventually they found Will, still standing and staring at the strange man- William Turner. Mr. Gibbs gasped.
"Bootstrap!" he mouthed, though he was too astonished to speak. "How-"
"What's all this nonsense?!" exclaimed Jack, staring unbelievably at Mr. Gibbs. "Hello??!" he waved his hat in front of Mr. Gibbs, who blinked. He pointed at 'Bootstrap' and frowned.
"That-" said Jack, pointing at Bootstrap, "is NOT Bootstrap Bill Turner." He now blinked... There in the path was his old friend William Turner! He was completely confused now. He put his hat on his head and sighed. He must have caught something from Will. But looking back into the path, he no longer saw Bootstrap, but a Furby- as before.
"Wait! Everyone! Just wait a moment!" he cried, raising his hands. "There is something very wrong about all of this!"
"Don't mess with me, pirate!" Jack frowned, this was disturbing, even for a pirate such as himself. Jack, like Will, was also prone to being rash himself, and so without further ado, he drew his pistol and shot Bootstrap.
"No!" cried Will. "My God! You've killed my father!!!" He was about to rush at Jack, when he looked down at daddy- there was a Furby lying on its back, a large hole in its face, but still flapping its ears.
"Waaaant huuuuuuuuuuug...Uuuuurrrrrhh..."
Will leaped back. "What- IS that?!" he cried. Jack put more shot into his pistol. And looked at 'Bootstrap'
"I'd say, that's a Furby." He turned to Mr. Gibbs as he walked to the front of their line. "Told ya it wasn't Bootstrap."
Everyone was on their guard now that they knew that there were indeed Furbys on the island, and that they were being targeted. Everyone marvelled at how easily they had been taken in.
"Must be why Norrington didn't know there were any Furbys here," said Will. Captain Louis froze suddenly.
"Norrington!" he cried. "Maybe he was actually a Furby!" he was about to return to his ship, when Jack caught him by the shoulder.
"No, it was Norrington. I saw the Furby behind him- but you all didn't. I must be immune or something." Captain Louis became more relaxed, but more thoughtful. "Although," admitted Jack, "For a moment there, I did see old Bootstrap- after I talked to Mr. Gibbs."
"Aye!" exclaimed Mr. Gibbs, suddenly. "I saw a Furby for a moment, only. A flash while you were waving your hat in front of my eyes!"
There was another rustle. Everyone became quiet.
"Let's not talk of it anymore- not here anyway. It appears we are being observed," said Louis. But already an idea was forming in their minds, although it seemed a bit far fetched.
Jack, himself, was convinced and he now walked with his pistol drawn, and a hand on top of his hat. He felt that a thousand eyes were on his hat, and he wouldn't let any furball take it from him! First Swann's wig, and now they wanted his hat for their diabolical collection!
"So, this is the Isle of the Furbys?" asked Jack as he pranced along the shore of the tiny island. It was small, but large enough to hide a secret race of deathless cuddlies.
"Aye," said Captain Louis. "Now, we must wait for them to reveal themselves. They are too cunning for us to ambush."
They didn't have to wait long. It began as a low rustling in the brush along the slopes of the shore as it rose gently into the distance. Everyone listened carefully, trying to pick out the sound.
"Sounds like a man," whispered Jack to Louis. "And, something else."
The noise was getting louder, and there were now two sounds- one of a low rustling, and one of the snapping of plants. The noises grew louder as whatever it was approached a nearby clearing. Suddenly the brush gave way to a man in uniform. He was looking behind him at something holding a spear. The thing nudged him with the spear and left.
"Norrington!" cried Elizabeth, as they went to untie him. Jack drew his pistol, and stood over him, looking into the jungle.
"That- that was a Furby! Small, furry," he twiddled his fingers in the air. "Thing- right?" asked Jack. Everyone looked at him confusedly.
"Furby's don't have arms and so can't carry spears, Captain," said Louis. It was Jack's turn to be confused.
"Who said anything about a spear?" he stood back. Everyone looked at Norrington. They had not been on the island for half an hour and already they had a mystery. Norrington appeared to be recovering from a kind of bewilderment.
"Captain Louis Spirit-Bear, privateer captain of The Penetanguishene," Louis helped Commodore Norrington to his feet. "We did not expect to see you here!"
Norrington still seemed confused. He nodded politely at Captain Louis, but he did not look well. He looked at Captain Jack, and started.
"Sparrow!" he exclaimed. "What, what in blazes are you up to now?!"
"Easy mate, " said Jack. "I'm here on a rescue mission, same as you."
"What?" Norrington held a hand to his head, as though it pained him. "Rescue?"
"Furbys stole governor Swann's wig," said Will. Norrington frowned.
"What is a Furby?" he asked. Everyone's heart sank. They had hoped that he might have knowledge of the Furbys' hideout. Captain Louis became thoughtfully wary.
"Ah.. it has begun. They are very cunning, as I said," said Louis. Will crossed his arms.
"Really? It seems to me that there might not be any Furbys on this island. Maybe you've made a mistake," said Will. Nobody really paid any attention to him, they were all fussing over Norrington. This only made him more cranky. No one noticed that there were other rustlings in the jungle.
"We had better retrace the steps of the commodore," said Louis. Norrington was taken to The Penetanguishene to rest, while the shore party cautiously entered the jungle. Norrington had made quite a trail through the growth, and they could follow it for miles from the snapped branches and trampled ferns. They hadn't gone very far before Will, who was taking up the rear gloomily heard a noise behind him. It seemed like someone was calling his name.
"William," it whispered.
He felt like lingering, and so he let the party walk a few feet away from him as he listened for it. He heard it again. It was definitely real, and sounded like the voice of someone waiting in the jungle.
"Who are you?" he said. "Come out where I can see you."
There was a rustle down the way they had come before a man stepped out of the jungle. His hair and eyes were dark, and his face was lightly bearded. He was strapping, and dressed in the clothes of a sailor. He smiled and walked over to Will. Will drew his pistol from his side, and the man stopped.
"You don't want to do that, son," he said.
"I am not your son," said Will. "Now tell me: who are you and why you are following us?"
"Well, my name's William Turner and yes, in fact you are my son- son" he said frowning. Will's jaw dropped- a lot. The pistol nearly fell out of his hand, and he stood silent. The shore party were now inching further and further into the distance.
Further ahead Mr. Gibbs was now taking up the rear. He spoke to Will: "Shouldn't be long now, lad. We'll be resting up ahead before we tackle those Furbys." But Will wasn't there. Mr. Gibbs turned around, and saw that the young man was missing. He alerted everyone that he was gone.
"Oh, Will!" cried Elizabeth. They all began to retrace their steps, and eventually they found Will, still standing and staring at the strange man- William Turner. Mr. Gibbs gasped.
"Bootstrap!" he mouthed, though he was too astonished to speak. "How-"
"What's all this nonsense?!" exclaimed Jack, staring unbelievably at Mr. Gibbs. "Hello??!" he waved his hat in front of Mr. Gibbs, who blinked. He pointed at 'Bootstrap' and frowned.
"That-" said Jack, pointing at Bootstrap, "is NOT Bootstrap Bill Turner." He now blinked... There in the path was his old friend William Turner! He was completely confused now. He put his hat on his head and sighed. He must have caught something from Will. But looking back into the path, he no longer saw Bootstrap, but a Furby- as before.
"Wait! Everyone! Just wait a moment!" he cried, raising his hands. "There is something very wrong about all of this!"
"Don't mess with me, pirate!" Jack frowned, this was disturbing, even for a pirate such as himself. Jack, like Will, was also prone to being rash himself, and so without further ado, he drew his pistol and shot Bootstrap.
"No!" cried Will. "My God! You've killed my father!!!" He was about to rush at Jack, when he looked down at daddy- there was a Furby lying on its back, a large hole in its face, but still flapping its ears.
"Waaaant huuuuuuuuuuug...Uuuuurrrrrhh..."
Will leaped back. "What- IS that?!" he cried. Jack put more shot into his pistol. And looked at 'Bootstrap'
"I'd say, that's a Furby." He turned to Mr. Gibbs as he walked to the front of their line. "Told ya it wasn't Bootstrap."
Everyone was on their guard now that they knew that there were indeed Furbys on the island, and that they were being targeted. Everyone marvelled at how easily they had been taken in.
"Must be why Norrington didn't know there were any Furbys here," said Will. Captain Louis froze suddenly.
"Norrington!" he cried. "Maybe he was actually a Furby!" he was about to return to his ship, when Jack caught him by the shoulder.
"No, it was Norrington. I saw the Furby behind him- but you all didn't. I must be immune or something." Captain Louis became more relaxed, but more thoughtful. "Although," admitted Jack, "For a moment there, I did see old Bootstrap- after I talked to Mr. Gibbs."
"Aye!" exclaimed Mr. Gibbs, suddenly. "I saw a Furby for a moment, only. A flash while you were waving your hat in front of my eyes!"
There was another rustle. Everyone became quiet.
"Let's not talk of it anymore- not here anyway. It appears we are being observed," said Louis. But already an idea was forming in their minds, although it seemed a bit far fetched.
Jack, himself, was convinced and he now walked with his pistol drawn, and a hand on top of his hat. He felt that a thousand eyes were on his hat, and he wouldn't let any furball take it from him! First Swann's wig, and now they wanted his hat for their diabolical collection!