***Disclaimer: Chapter 10! Chapter 10! Chapter 10! Wohoo! Ahem.. anyway. I don't own PotC, blah blah blah... But I want to own at least a life-sized cardboard cutout of Captain Jack for me to put in my bedroom and talk to when I'm stressed out from writing essays! I'm going to TRY to wrap this up in the next two weeks (before uni starts again) but I really don't think so- I don't even now how this is going to end now! I'm off the map, mateys!***
"So, there's no rum?!" cried Will, desperately. "Huh! Well that's just ducky!"
"Don't pout!" said Mr. Gibbs.
"I'm not pouting!" said Will, pouting. "I've had quite a rough day!" he whined. "And at times like these what a pirate needs is friends- and long time friends too."
"Rum isn't a friend, it's a vice!" said Elizabeth, pointedly. Will looked offended.
"You take that back!" he said.
"I won't!" she retorted.
"Now, look here missy," said Will. "Uh.." he stuttered. "Who argues with a pirate anyway?!"
"You're not a pirate," she said smugly. Will started.
"Ay? What's that?! 'Course I'm a pirate, ye bloody great fool! Look at me- I..." he said, pointing to his non-existent eye makeup. He blinked. "I'm.... a pirate."
"No- you're a blacksmith with a pirate handpuppet!"
Will raised his hand with the puppet, meaning to point a finger at Elizabeth but looked down and winced instead.
"Hm.." he grunted.
"Now, please," said Captain Louis, "This will get us nowhere. We need a plan!"
Will became sulky and walked off while the others talked over what they should do next. Will sat down and pondered his fate, while gazing at the puppet still on his hand.
"Oh pirate-man, this is a problem." Will looked up at the strange voice.
"Who are you?" he said to the tall blond man.
"See, I am Will's friend Ovid-Fabio," said Ovid-Fabio, taking a seat next to Will. He laughed softly. Will's eyes widened, and he held his head in his hands.
"No, no, no..." he murmured rocking back and forth. "I'm trapped in a crazy blacksmith!!"
"It's okay," crooned Ovid-Fabio. "You are a man of great charm, and don't need Ovid-Fabio." He held out his hand and certain items instantly appeared. Will looked at them thoughtfully.
"Those are for me, ay?" he said. Ovid-Fabio nodded. Will sat still while Ovid-Fabio helped wrap his head in the red scarf, tie the sash around his middle, and apply his eye makeup.
"Better?" said Ovid-Fabio.
"Aye!" shouted Will. "I'm much obliged, Mr. Ovid-Fabio!" said Will, running back to join his crew. They stared at him as he returned, now swaggering into their midst looking very self-satisfied- and not a little bit smug.
"Will??" said Elizabeth, staring at his new look. Will leaned over to her.
"I'm a pirate now, eh?" said Will, cracking a smile.
"Where did you get those?" said Mr. Gibbs, in amazement.
"Yes," said Elizabeth haltingly," And... the eye liner?"
"Found it," said Will.
"In the jungle??" exclaimed Elizabeth. Will laughed to himself.
"Yep. Now," he said, leaning over her with his arm slung over her shoulder. "Whaddye say we go after those furbys, so I can be meself again, and Will can be himself again- hopefully and... uhm," he trailed off.
"Get the wig!" said AnaMaria.
"Aye," finished Will with a wink. "Whaddya say?" he looked at the crew.
"Aye!" They shouted in chorus.
"Good, very good," said Will. "The way I see it, all we can do is split up; scout around. That way if they get some of us the others will still have a chance- and perhaps they'll not be expecting us to attack from different sides."
"Well, they haven't followed up on their offensive..." said Captain Louis. "I think they're over confident!"
"Of course they are!" said Mr. Gibbs. "They're Furbys! We're toys in their hands!"
"Hands?" said Will. Mr. Gibbs just shrugged. "So, we're agreed then?" At that moment the jungle burst open and a very ragged-looking man leaped out.
"WAhhhhhh!" he shouted.
"Huh!" shouted Will, startled.
"Ah!" screamed Elizabeth instinctively leaping into Will's arms. Will opened his mouth to say something but just grinned and rolled his eyes instead. Captain Louis drew his pistol at the man.
"Stop!" he cried. The man calmed down, and appeared more composed. "Who are you, and why have you been following us?" said Louis.
"Name's Bill," said the man, with a bit too much enthusiasm. "I've been living here- alone!" he cried out. "Alone, for years now! Years and years! The only Human being on this here island!" He stared at Mr. Gibbs. "You- " he said. "I remember you..."
"Ever been to Tortuga?" asked Gibbs. The man nodded.
"Tortuga!" he shouted gleefully. "Glory be! I'm back in the world!"
"Can you help us?" said Louis, cautiously.
"Aye," said Bill hastily. "Leave, right now- you have ships, ay? Turn back- there's Furbys here!" he confided to them.
"Yes, we know that, that's why we're here." said Louis. The man looked horrified.
"What?! Came ye lookin' fer Furbys?!" he said staring at the lot of them. "Aye, ye must be all mad men- except for the ladies-" he said, bowing. "Ladies?!" he cried. He scratched his head. "Aye, you're a mad lot to be sure... Ladies on a ship?!"
"Yes!" growled AnaMaria, staring the man down.
"Careful, mate!" warned Will, nodding his head at AnaMaria.
"Bill," said Captain Louis. "We travelled here in search of a wig that these Furbys stole from Port Royal's governor," Bill listened intently, his senses gradually getting reacustomed to normal speech. "And now, we have a new problem-" said the captain, looking at Will.
"Turned me into a blacksmith," said Will, still holding Elizabeth. Elizabeth remembered herself and jumped down, thusting an elbow into Will's ribs. "Ow!" he sqwaked. Bill gave Will a sidelong glance- especially the eyemakeup.
"Strange lookin' blacksmith! But who am I to argue with fashion?" he said indicating his rags and hugely overgrown facial hair. "Aye," He said at last, with a shrug. "What do I have to loose anyway? As long as you promise to take me with you when you leave- I'll help you get this all sorted out- I'll at least try me best.".
"So, there's no rum?!" cried Will, desperately. "Huh! Well that's just ducky!"
"Don't pout!" said Mr. Gibbs.
"I'm not pouting!" said Will, pouting. "I've had quite a rough day!" he whined. "And at times like these what a pirate needs is friends- and long time friends too."
"Rum isn't a friend, it's a vice!" said Elizabeth, pointedly. Will looked offended.
"You take that back!" he said.
"I won't!" she retorted.
"Now, look here missy," said Will. "Uh.." he stuttered. "Who argues with a pirate anyway?!"
"You're not a pirate," she said smugly. Will started.
"Ay? What's that?! 'Course I'm a pirate, ye bloody great fool! Look at me- I..." he said, pointing to his non-existent eye makeup. He blinked. "I'm.... a pirate."
"No- you're a blacksmith with a pirate handpuppet!"
Will raised his hand with the puppet, meaning to point a finger at Elizabeth but looked down and winced instead.
"Hm.." he grunted.
"Now, please," said Captain Louis, "This will get us nowhere. We need a plan!"
Will became sulky and walked off while the others talked over what they should do next. Will sat down and pondered his fate, while gazing at the puppet still on his hand.
"Oh pirate-man, this is a problem." Will looked up at the strange voice.
"Who are you?" he said to the tall blond man.
"See, I am Will's friend Ovid-Fabio," said Ovid-Fabio, taking a seat next to Will. He laughed softly. Will's eyes widened, and he held his head in his hands.
"No, no, no..." he murmured rocking back and forth. "I'm trapped in a crazy blacksmith!!"
"It's okay," crooned Ovid-Fabio. "You are a man of great charm, and don't need Ovid-Fabio." He held out his hand and certain items instantly appeared. Will looked at them thoughtfully.
"Those are for me, ay?" he said. Ovid-Fabio nodded. Will sat still while Ovid-Fabio helped wrap his head in the red scarf, tie the sash around his middle, and apply his eye makeup.
"Better?" said Ovid-Fabio.
"Aye!" shouted Will. "I'm much obliged, Mr. Ovid-Fabio!" said Will, running back to join his crew. They stared at him as he returned, now swaggering into their midst looking very self-satisfied- and not a little bit smug.
"Will??" said Elizabeth, staring at his new look. Will leaned over to her.
"I'm a pirate now, eh?" said Will, cracking a smile.
"Where did you get those?" said Mr. Gibbs, in amazement.
"Yes," said Elizabeth haltingly," And... the eye liner?"
"Found it," said Will.
"In the jungle??" exclaimed Elizabeth. Will laughed to himself.
"Yep. Now," he said, leaning over her with his arm slung over her shoulder. "Whaddye say we go after those furbys, so I can be meself again, and Will can be himself again- hopefully and... uhm," he trailed off.
"Get the wig!" said AnaMaria.
"Aye," finished Will with a wink. "Whaddya say?" he looked at the crew.
"Aye!" They shouted in chorus.
"Good, very good," said Will. "The way I see it, all we can do is split up; scout around. That way if they get some of us the others will still have a chance- and perhaps they'll not be expecting us to attack from different sides."
"Well, they haven't followed up on their offensive..." said Captain Louis. "I think they're over confident!"
"Of course they are!" said Mr. Gibbs. "They're Furbys! We're toys in their hands!"
"Hands?" said Will. Mr. Gibbs just shrugged. "So, we're agreed then?" At that moment the jungle burst open and a very ragged-looking man leaped out.
"WAhhhhhh!" he shouted.
"Huh!" shouted Will, startled.
"Ah!" screamed Elizabeth instinctively leaping into Will's arms. Will opened his mouth to say something but just grinned and rolled his eyes instead. Captain Louis drew his pistol at the man.
"Stop!" he cried. The man calmed down, and appeared more composed. "Who are you, and why have you been following us?" said Louis.
"Name's Bill," said the man, with a bit too much enthusiasm. "I've been living here- alone!" he cried out. "Alone, for years now! Years and years! The only Human being on this here island!" He stared at Mr. Gibbs. "You- " he said. "I remember you..."
"Ever been to Tortuga?" asked Gibbs. The man nodded.
"Tortuga!" he shouted gleefully. "Glory be! I'm back in the world!"
"Can you help us?" said Louis, cautiously.
"Aye," said Bill hastily. "Leave, right now- you have ships, ay? Turn back- there's Furbys here!" he confided to them.
"Yes, we know that, that's why we're here." said Louis. The man looked horrified.
"What?! Came ye lookin' fer Furbys?!" he said staring at the lot of them. "Aye, ye must be all mad men- except for the ladies-" he said, bowing. "Ladies?!" he cried. He scratched his head. "Aye, you're a mad lot to be sure... Ladies on a ship?!"
"Yes!" growled AnaMaria, staring the man down.
"Careful, mate!" warned Will, nodding his head at AnaMaria.
"Bill," said Captain Louis. "We travelled here in search of a wig that these Furbys stole from Port Royal's governor," Bill listened intently, his senses gradually getting reacustomed to normal speech. "And now, we have a new problem-" said the captain, looking at Will.
"Turned me into a blacksmith," said Will, still holding Elizabeth. Elizabeth remembered herself and jumped down, thusting an elbow into Will's ribs. "Ow!" he sqwaked. Bill gave Will a sidelong glance- especially the eyemakeup.
"Strange lookin' blacksmith! But who am I to argue with fashion?" he said indicating his rags and hugely overgrown facial hair. "Aye," He said at last, with a shrug. "What do I have to loose anyway? As long as you promise to take me with you when you leave- I'll help you get this all sorted out- I'll at least try me best.".