***Disclaimer: I still don't own PotC, and I think you're all getting pretty tired of me complaining about this. Probably, if anyone even remotely connected with PotC should (hah hah hah!) happen to read this story I figure that 14 declarations of my not owning this property would get me out of any legal action, eh? ;-) There, that's a good Canadianism furya. I'm trying to wrap this up nicely in the next week or two, with longer chapters (I've noticed that they are rather tiny). So, if you're enjoying this then yay! if not, well I suppose you can go about your life without me finishing it! :p
Actually... (smiles evily) if they don't let me stop making these disclaimers I may have to get all theoretical on their @ss and claim that, indeed, by my very act of my writing fan fiction I am appropriating only a fraction of the 'characters' and 'setting' etc... in order to reinvent it all! Mwahahah! ***
Will and Elizabeth didn't know that they were being observed. Huddling near the fire, Mitten had heard every word that had been said. He Peered at them out of the corner of his huge eye and waddled closer to them. Will immediately turned towards him.
"Do you want something?" he asked, suspiciously. "You wouldn't be thinking of sneaking off now?"
"No," coed Mitten. "Mitten hear story. Story sad," he half closed his eyes and seemed rather wilted for a furby. "Mitten sad furby." Elizabeth stared at Will.
"Erm," said Will hesitantly. "That's alright Mr. Mitten." Mitten sighed, only it was a furby sigh so it sounded kind of cute; a bit like a kitty sneeze if you've ever heard one.
"Mitten sad," he continued. He suddenly began to shake alarmingly. Will and Elizabeth exchanged glances before Elizabeth cautiously walked over to Mitten and gave him a gently pat on the head. "Oooh," murmured Mitten. "Mitten sad."
"What is wrong?" asked Elizabeth. "Why are you sad?" Will looked off into the jungle, fearing a trap of some kind while he kept one ear tuned to what the furby had to say. Mitten blinked his eyes and looked up at Elizabeth.
"You know," said Mitten. "Mitten love Mingo-furby." Elizabeth nodded, like hearing the complaint of a four year old. "Mitten miss Mingo."
"Where is Mingo now, Mitten?" said Elizabeth.
"Oooh," said Mitten uncertainly then he looked at Elizabeth again. "Mingo gone," he puffed. "King Muffin take Mingo." He hopped up and down until Elizabeth patted him on the head again. Will turned and stared, despite his suspicions.
"What?!" he said. Elizabeth looked just as surprised.
"So that's why you're helping us," said Elizabeth. "You want to get Mingo back." The Furby raised his ears.
"Yes," he coed. "Mitten know you not bad Libet," he said.
"He means 'Elizabeth'," said Will nodding at the momentarily confused Ms. Swann. "I suppose I am still suspect," he grinned.
"No," coed Mitten. "Mitten sorry. Will not bad. Jack not bad. Me hear story. Story sad. Libet love Will-" Elizabeth and Will suddenly started at once and looked at each other. "Will friend Jack. Jack friend Will friend Libet. Mitten want friend Jack Will Libet." He wagged his ears slowly as Will and Elizabeth smiled at each other, Elizabeth a little embarrassed.
"Aye," said Will shrewdly. "That's all true."
"Why Will no tell Libet?" asked Mitten. Will frowned.
"I don't understand," he said. Mitten began again.
"Will love libet. Will no tell Libet. Will sad Libet gone. Libet love Will. Libet no tell Will. Mitten no understands." Will looked at the now very red-faced Elizabeth Swann and smiled his most winning smile, which was of course Jack's but... yeah; it's confusing, I know. Elizabeth tried to look casual but it wasn't working. Jack, who was channelling through Will at the moment had known what it was that Elizabeth was trying to say- that she loved Will. He hadn't really been sure, despite everything that had happened, until the moment before she said the words herself. It was all out now, with an incredibly child-like creature that didn't understand why the whole business was so complicated.
"He's right you know," laughed Will. "It's all so simple." Elizabeth was speechless, but at that moment she seemed to remember something, and reached into a fold of her dress. She held out her hand, with a rather faded silver ring on the palm. She looked down at it strangely, and held it in front of Will. "Where did you get that?" He said.
"Funny thing," she said. "I don't know how it got to be there- I found it in front of the door to my cabin." Will asked permission with his eyes, and then plucked it from her hand; turning it over in his. He looked at it carefully only for a moment before commenting.
"This ring doesn't belong to anyone on my ship," he said. "Not that I know, anyhow," he frowned. "Although it looks familiar; it isn't AnaMaria's, or Mr. Gibbs'..." he seemed to be running through a mental image gallery of all of the literal hands under his command.
"That isn't the funniest part," remarked Elizabeth. "There had been a knock at my door, and when I opened it I actually heard this ring fall to the boards but there was no one there!" Will looked up, still frowning and turning the ring in his hands.
"That isn't possible, my dear-" He paused as he looked down at his hand- Will's hand- and the finger that the ring had slipped onto by chance; it fit perfectly. Will removed it, and noticed the thin band of pale skin surrounding that particular finger. "Now that is very interesting," he remarked. "It appears we have the answer to our little mystery, ay?" He smiled, as he handed the ring back to Elizabeth.
Elizbeth smiled at Will, and pointed into his shirt. "So, then, what's the poem about?" Will sighed and looked at her uncertainly before reluctantly reaching for the paper.
"I'll read it to ye," he said, softly smiling to himself.
Actually... (smiles evily) if they don't let me stop making these disclaimers I may have to get all theoretical on their @ss and claim that, indeed, by my very act of my writing fan fiction I am appropriating only a fraction of the 'characters' and 'setting' etc... in order to reinvent it all! Mwahahah! ***
Will and Elizabeth didn't know that they were being observed. Huddling near the fire, Mitten had heard every word that had been said. He Peered at them out of the corner of his huge eye and waddled closer to them. Will immediately turned towards him.
"Do you want something?" he asked, suspiciously. "You wouldn't be thinking of sneaking off now?"
"No," coed Mitten. "Mitten hear story. Story sad," he half closed his eyes and seemed rather wilted for a furby. "Mitten sad furby." Elizabeth stared at Will.
"Erm," said Will hesitantly. "That's alright Mr. Mitten." Mitten sighed, only it was a furby sigh so it sounded kind of cute; a bit like a kitty sneeze if you've ever heard one.
"Mitten sad," he continued. He suddenly began to shake alarmingly. Will and Elizabeth exchanged glances before Elizabeth cautiously walked over to Mitten and gave him a gently pat on the head. "Oooh," murmured Mitten. "Mitten sad."
"What is wrong?" asked Elizabeth. "Why are you sad?" Will looked off into the jungle, fearing a trap of some kind while he kept one ear tuned to what the furby had to say. Mitten blinked his eyes and looked up at Elizabeth.
"You know," said Mitten. "Mitten love Mingo-furby." Elizabeth nodded, like hearing the complaint of a four year old. "Mitten miss Mingo."
"Where is Mingo now, Mitten?" said Elizabeth.
"Oooh," said Mitten uncertainly then he looked at Elizabeth again. "Mingo gone," he puffed. "King Muffin take Mingo." He hopped up and down until Elizabeth patted him on the head again. Will turned and stared, despite his suspicions.
"What?!" he said. Elizabeth looked just as surprised.
"So that's why you're helping us," said Elizabeth. "You want to get Mingo back." The Furby raised his ears.
"Yes," he coed. "Mitten know you not bad Libet," he said.
"He means 'Elizabeth'," said Will nodding at the momentarily confused Ms. Swann. "I suppose I am still suspect," he grinned.
"No," coed Mitten. "Mitten sorry. Will not bad. Jack not bad. Me hear story. Story sad. Libet love Will-" Elizabeth and Will suddenly started at once and looked at each other. "Will friend Jack. Jack friend Will friend Libet. Mitten want friend Jack Will Libet." He wagged his ears slowly as Will and Elizabeth smiled at each other, Elizabeth a little embarrassed.
"Aye," said Will shrewdly. "That's all true."
"Why Will no tell Libet?" asked Mitten. Will frowned.
"I don't understand," he said. Mitten began again.
"Will love libet. Will no tell Libet. Will sad Libet gone. Libet love Will. Libet no tell Will. Mitten no understands." Will looked at the now very red-faced Elizabeth Swann and smiled his most winning smile, which was of course Jack's but... yeah; it's confusing, I know. Elizabeth tried to look casual but it wasn't working. Jack, who was channelling through Will at the moment had known what it was that Elizabeth was trying to say- that she loved Will. He hadn't really been sure, despite everything that had happened, until the moment before she said the words herself. It was all out now, with an incredibly child-like creature that didn't understand why the whole business was so complicated.
"He's right you know," laughed Will. "It's all so simple." Elizabeth was speechless, but at that moment she seemed to remember something, and reached into a fold of her dress. She held out her hand, with a rather faded silver ring on the palm. She looked down at it strangely, and held it in front of Will. "Where did you get that?" He said.
"Funny thing," she said. "I don't know how it got to be there- I found it in front of the door to my cabin." Will asked permission with his eyes, and then plucked it from her hand; turning it over in his. He looked at it carefully only for a moment before commenting.
"This ring doesn't belong to anyone on my ship," he said. "Not that I know, anyhow," he frowned. "Although it looks familiar; it isn't AnaMaria's, or Mr. Gibbs'..." he seemed to be running through a mental image gallery of all of the literal hands under his command.
"That isn't the funniest part," remarked Elizabeth. "There had been a knock at my door, and when I opened it I actually heard this ring fall to the boards but there was no one there!" Will looked up, still frowning and turning the ring in his hands.
"That isn't possible, my dear-" He paused as he looked down at his hand- Will's hand- and the finger that the ring had slipped onto by chance; it fit perfectly. Will removed it, and noticed the thin band of pale skin surrounding that particular finger. "Now that is very interesting," he remarked. "It appears we have the answer to our little mystery, ay?" He smiled, as he handed the ring back to Elizabeth.
Elizbeth smiled at Will, and pointed into his shirt. "So, then, what's the poem about?" Will sighed and looked at her uncertainly before reluctantly reaching for the paper.
"I'll read it to ye," he said, softly smiling to himself.