**Disclaimer: I own PotC!! On DVD ;-) Yay! Many apologies for taking so long to update but it just wasn't possible to get a new chapter written at all. I've been really sick for the past 20 DAYS! I was sick all through exams, and then some. The worst of it came when I may have ruptured my ear drum- the doctor at the walk-in clinic gave me drops that would have left me permanently deaf! Always read those instructions, and warnings carefully! Anyhoo- it was all very troublesome, and so I found it very hard to do anything, really. But now I am better! And I've been watching my DVD until it hurts!
Jade LaBeouf: To be honest, I had written an entirely different poem for Will chapters and chapters ago- but I kept forgetting to work it in! It wasn't as good as this one anyhow. I kind of wrote it as a one off- I don't even think I've read it twice! Glad you enjoy it. Unlike my first attempt I didn't choose a form, or count syllables or anything- it just sounded right.
ElvenWildmage: Wow, I'm glad you like this story so much. I do too, I really don't want to finish it in fact! It's been so much fun. I'll probably go back and touch up some of the earlier chapters which were a little rough.
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The next morning the pirates, Canadian and Caribbean, groggily awoke and began sorting themselves out for the last leg of their mission. The apprehension in the air was thick, but some were confident from one long uninterrupted sleep. Jack had found himself a place in the tall ferns where he could sleep a tick until-
"Wake up, you!"
"You mind where you're swinging them boots o' yers, mate!" said Jack after being rolled over completely by a boot from AnaMaria. "I'm still your captain, if anyone around here would care to remember!" Jack reached out for his hat, but was reminded of its absence, and some other problems. "Hah."
"Come on you two," said Elizabeth, who was standing nearby. "You can all have fun kicking each other all you like once we get back to the Pearl."
"Aye," said Jack. "Astute as always. Now, where's that-" At that moment Bill came striding past them. Jack stopped suddenly and looked hard at Bill. "Something about that man," he mumbled.
"I'm sorry?" said Elizabeth.
"He looks like Will," said Jack with a rather sour expression. Elizabeth looked over her shoulder at Bill before looking back at the rather agitated Jack.
"I don't see it," she said.
"You don't see much, do you?" said Jack. "I hope that isn't... Well, you know." Jack tossed his head nervously about as AnaMaria shrugged and walked off.
"You mean, Will's father?" asked a wide-eyed Elizabeth. Jack winced under her gaze.
"Precisely, Miss Swann," said Jack. He let out a sigh as he took another look over at Bill who seemed to be getting route information from Mitten. "Or..." He scratched his head.
"There was that thing, with Will and the furby earlier on-" suggested Elizabeth.
"True enough," Jack seemed very deep in thought.
"I do not like this," said Captain Louis at the other side of the camp. Mr. Dressup nodded judiciously. "It smells of a trap. I believe this Captain Sparrow is a good man, I think he would not lead us astray; but this Bill, he worries me." Mr. Dressup lifted up his hand.
"It's a risk we have to take, if we are to get this wig back from the furbys- arf arf!," he said just before removing the dog hand puppet. "Aye, wish I could know for certain too..." Captain Louis nodded grimly.
Moment later they found themselves at the end of their trek, looking down into an opening in the rocky side of an outcropping. Everyone leaned forward to hear soft, muffled sounds coming from inside where there seemed to be some kind of chamber. Mitten waggled his ears a bit, and looked rather pleased.
"So, this is it, eh?" said Jack. "We just lower ourselves down?" Mitten blinked, which was as good as a nod as he could manage. Mr. Gibbs pressed his eye to the hole, cautiously trying to avoid being seen by anything on the other side. He almost immediately sprang up again.
"It's right there!" he said smiling. "It's Jack's hat- just sittin' there, nice as you please. Don't even think there's too many ferby's about. I could snatch it-"
"Noo..." coed Mitten. "Me go." Louis gave a dissatisfied look to Mr.Gibbs, who frowned up at Jack for orders. Jack's mouth worked at the thought of getting his hat back, but there was also the thought that they might be revealed; that Mitten might blow their cover. Suddenly Bill was standing in front of Jack.
"May I?" he said. Now it was Jack's turn to look dissatisfied.
"What is it you have in mind, exactly?" he said slowly.
"Well, I just wished to point out that Mitten, here is the only one among us who could enter the chamber, get the hat and leave without drawing attention. Apparently they see no need to guard it, possibly they aren't even suspecting that we are still a threat," Everyone realised that this was very sensible indeed. Even Louis spoke up:
"Yes, that is right- I hadn't thought of that before... Surely, if this were... that is to say, if they have prepared an ambush-"
"They would appear to know more about it," said Jack sighing. "But, bloody 'ell, I can't wait any longer. Let's go- Mitten, carry on if you please." Hands reached down almost instinctively for their pistols as Mitten waddled calmly into the hole. He was gone all but a few minutes before returning wearing Jack's hat. He stood blinking at his feet as everyone heaved a sigh of relief and broke out in celebratory murmuring.
"Hah!" said Mr. Gibbs. "That was easy enough!" Mitten flapped his ears as Mr.Gibbs removed Jack's hat. "It's your hat, Captain. I'd recognize it anywhere." Jack held his hat, and looked around bewildered. Raising his eyebrows he slowly lowed the hat onto his head. Instantaneously Jack, the real Jack, was falling to the ground apparently from Will's hand. Everyone winced as he awkwardly tumbled into the ground with a rather unpleasant thud. In the meantime Will staggered and reached up to toss Jack his hat before anything else could happen.
"Told ye it would all work out," said Bill. "Don't know what all the fuss was about." he stood there smiling as Jack painfully rose to his feet and brushed himself off. He too wore a broad smile on his face. No more fears of betrayals, not with his hat back where it belongs. "Are you alright?" said Bill, already knowing the answer.
Jack cracked a smirk and looked at his crew. He chuckled their way, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" He crew gave a few stifled shouts of triumph before they realised that they were still not out of the woods just yet, but Jack walked up to them and waved his arms encouragingly. Mr.Gibbs looked at him incredulously. "Well, why not?" said Jack.
"You don't mean-" Mr.Gibbs chuckled at the thought, before he turned towards the crew. "Huzzah!" he shouted, before he let out a great laugh. The crews began to shout and laugh. Slowly, as they caroused a figure wound his way carefully through the revelling pirates. He politely drew them apart, trying to make his way to the front of the crowd.
"Pardon...me... if you please," he said as they started. As he passed by, they grew silent. Bill noticed him before Jack did, since Jack was too busy feeling the love. But a tap on the shoulder, and Jack turned around.
"That's not possible," he said.
"Not probable," said Norrington, rather tiredly. "I had to climb a cliff, and- well, it's quite a long story." Everyone stood in an awkward silence, staring at the Commodore, who certainly looked like he'd been in the wars, while everyone else was not only well-rested by rather spiffy as well. Well, spiffy for pirates, I suppose. "Ahem," he coughed at the silence. After a moment, Jack finally spoke up.
"So, what brings you here? Thought you decided to wait down at the shore?"
"Yes, I did but, you see, the strangest thing happened shortly after you all left me alone; I began to remember some important things from my captivity, which I thought vital to your success. after all, I don't plan on being left, marooned on this horrible island and once we get that wig back we call all get back to our normal lives," he put a little too much emphasis on 'normal' but that was just a little too tired of these 'demon bunnies' as he had now decided they were.
"What do you remember, son?" said Bill. Commodore Norrington looked up at Bill for a moment.
"I don't think we've been introduced," said Norrington. "A relative?" he looked at Jack, who in turn looked rather uncomfortably at Will. Bill suddenly broke in.
"I've been living here, on the island. For years now. Yes. " he said. "That's a lot of brocade you've got there. How many pounds d'ye say?" Norrington's eyes widened for a moment as he looked down at what was left of his uniform.
"I've never really-" he stopped, as another thought seemed to pass through his mind. "Twelve pounds of brocade," he said flatly. Bill nodded interestedly and looked at everyone else.
"That's something!" he said to them all, as they smiled thinly.
"Yes," said Norrington. "it's very heavy. And... everywhere." He looked around suspiciously for a moment before taking a breath. "So, as I was saying before. I have some information about governor Swann's wig."
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Norrington is back! Aw yeah! Pardon my mirth! For now we're getting to the good stuff (and the end) aw... one more chappie? Two more? Who knows- I had only planned on 12 chaps. It just kept growing and- well, you know. This chap. had to have a lot of explanatory stuff, not as funny- sorry. But the next is all good- all good. Y-eah!
So, since I haven't done this before... review please? *points to the button* It'd make me happy.
Jade LaBeouf: To be honest, I had written an entirely different poem for Will chapters and chapters ago- but I kept forgetting to work it in! It wasn't as good as this one anyhow. I kind of wrote it as a one off- I don't even think I've read it twice! Glad you enjoy it. Unlike my first attempt I didn't choose a form, or count syllables or anything- it just sounded right.
ElvenWildmage: Wow, I'm glad you like this story so much. I do too, I really don't want to finish it in fact! It's been so much fun. I'll probably go back and touch up some of the earlier chapters which were a little rough.
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The next morning the pirates, Canadian and Caribbean, groggily awoke and began sorting themselves out for the last leg of their mission. The apprehension in the air was thick, but some were confident from one long uninterrupted sleep. Jack had found himself a place in the tall ferns where he could sleep a tick until-
"Wake up, you!"
"You mind where you're swinging them boots o' yers, mate!" said Jack after being rolled over completely by a boot from AnaMaria. "I'm still your captain, if anyone around here would care to remember!" Jack reached out for his hat, but was reminded of its absence, and some other problems. "Hah."
"Come on you two," said Elizabeth, who was standing nearby. "You can all have fun kicking each other all you like once we get back to the Pearl."
"Aye," said Jack. "Astute as always. Now, where's that-" At that moment Bill came striding past them. Jack stopped suddenly and looked hard at Bill. "Something about that man," he mumbled.
"I'm sorry?" said Elizabeth.
"He looks like Will," said Jack with a rather sour expression. Elizabeth looked over her shoulder at Bill before looking back at the rather agitated Jack.
"I don't see it," she said.
"You don't see much, do you?" said Jack. "I hope that isn't... Well, you know." Jack tossed his head nervously about as AnaMaria shrugged and walked off.
"You mean, Will's father?" asked a wide-eyed Elizabeth. Jack winced under her gaze.
"Precisely, Miss Swann," said Jack. He let out a sigh as he took another look over at Bill who seemed to be getting route information from Mitten. "Or..." He scratched his head.
"There was that thing, with Will and the furby earlier on-" suggested Elizabeth.
"True enough," Jack seemed very deep in thought.
"I do not like this," said Captain Louis at the other side of the camp. Mr. Dressup nodded judiciously. "It smells of a trap. I believe this Captain Sparrow is a good man, I think he would not lead us astray; but this Bill, he worries me." Mr. Dressup lifted up his hand.
"It's a risk we have to take, if we are to get this wig back from the furbys- arf arf!," he said just before removing the dog hand puppet. "Aye, wish I could know for certain too..." Captain Louis nodded grimly.
Moment later they found themselves at the end of their trek, looking down into an opening in the rocky side of an outcropping. Everyone leaned forward to hear soft, muffled sounds coming from inside where there seemed to be some kind of chamber. Mitten waggled his ears a bit, and looked rather pleased.
"So, this is it, eh?" said Jack. "We just lower ourselves down?" Mitten blinked, which was as good as a nod as he could manage. Mr. Gibbs pressed his eye to the hole, cautiously trying to avoid being seen by anything on the other side. He almost immediately sprang up again.
"It's right there!" he said smiling. "It's Jack's hat- just sittin' there, nice as you please. Don't even think there's too many ferby's about. I could snatch it-"
"Noo..." coed Mitten. "Me go." Louis gave a dissatisfied look to Mr.Gibbs, who frowned up at Jack for orders. Jack's mouth worked at the thought of getting his hat back, but there was also the thought that they might be revealed; that Mitten might blow their cover. Suddenly Bill was standing in front of Jack.
"May I?" he said. Now it was Jack's turn to look dissatisfied.
"What is it you have in mind, exactly?" he said slowly.
"Well, I just wished to point out that Mitten, here is the only one among us who could enter the chamber, get the hat and leave without drawing attention. Apparently they see no need to guard it, possibly they aren't even suspecting that we are still a threat," Everyone realised that this was very sensible indeed. Even Louis spoke up:
"Yes, that is right- I hadn't thought of that before... Surely, if this were... that is to say, if they have prepared an ambush-"
"They would appear to know more about it," said Jack sighing. "But, bloody 'ell, I can't wait any longer. Let's go- Mitten, carry on if you please." Hands reached down almost instinctively for their pistols as Mitten waddled calmly into the hole. He was gone all but a few minutes before returning wearing Jack's hat. He stood blinking at his feet as everyone heaved a sigh of relief and broke out in celebratory murmuring.
"Hah!" said Mr. Gibbs. "That was easy enough!" Mitten flapped his ears as Mr.Gibbs removed Jack's hat. "It's your hat, Captain. I'd recognize it anywhere." Jack held his hat, and looked around bewildered. Raising his eyebrows he slowly lowed the hat onto his head. Instantaneously Jack, the real Jack, was falling to the ground apparently from Will's hand. Everyone winced as he awkwardly tumbled into the ground with a rather unpleasant thud. In the meantime Will staggered and reached up to toss Jack his hat before anything else could happen.
"Told ye it would all work out," said Bill. "Don't know what all the fuss was about." he stood there smiling as Jack painfully rose to his feet and brushed himself off. He too wore a broad smile on his face. No more fears of betrayals, not with his hat back where it belongs. "Are you alright?" said Bill, already knowing the answer.
Jack cracked a smirk and looked at his crew. He chuckled their way, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" He crew gave a few stifled shouts of triumph before they realised that they were still not out of the woods just yet, but Jack walked up to them and waved his arms encouragingly. Mr.Gibbs looked at him incredulously. "Well, why not?" said Jack.
"You don't mean-" Mr.Gibbs chuckled at the thought, before he turned towards the crew. "Huzzah!" he shouted, before he let out a great laugh. The crews began to shout and laugh. Slowly, as they caroused a figure wound his way carefully through the revelling pirates. He politely drew them apart, trying to make his way to the front of the crowd.
"Pardon...me... if you please," he said as they started. As he passed by, they grew silent. Bill noticed him before Jack did, since Jack was too busy feeling the love. But a tap on the shoulder, and Jack turned around.
"That's not possible," he said.
"Not probable," said Norrington, rather tiredly. "I had to climb a cliff, and- well, it's quite a long story." Everyone stood in an awkward silence, staring at the Commodore, who certainly looked like he'd been in the wars, while everyone else was not only well-rested by rather spiffy as well. Well, spiffy for pirates, I suppose. "Ahem," he coughed at the silence. After a moment, Jack finally spoke up.
"So, what brings you here? Thought you decided to wait down at the shore?"
"Yes, I did but, you see, the strangest thing happened shortly after you all left me alone; I began to remember some important things from my captivity, which I thought vital to your success. after all, I don't plan on being left, marooned on this horrible island and once we get that wig back we call all get back to our normal lives," he put a little too much emphasis on 'normal' but that was just a little too tired of these 'demon bunnies' as he had now decided they were.
"What do you remember, son?" said Bill. Commodore Norrington looked up at Bill for a moment.
"I don't think we've been introduced," said Norrington. "A relative?" he looked at Jack, who in turn looked rather uncomfortably at Will. Bill suddenly broke in.
"I've been living here, on the island. For years now. Yes. " he said. "That's a lot of brocade you've got there. How many pounds d'ye say?" Norrington's eyes widened for a moment as he looked down at what was left of his uniform.
"I've never really-" he stopped, as another thought seemed to pass through his mind. "Twelve pounds of brocade," he said flatly. Bill nodded interestedly and looked at everyone else.
"That's something!" he said to them all, as they smiled thinly.
"Yes," said Norrington. "it's very heavy. And... everywhere." He looked around suspiciously for a moment before taking a breath. "So, as I was saying before. I have some information about governor Swann's wig."
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Norrington is back! Aw yeah! Pardon my mirth! For now we're getting to the good stuff (and the end) aw... one more chappie? Two more? Who knows- I had only planned on 12 chaps. It just kept growing and- well, you know. This chap. had to have a lot of explanatory stuff, not as funny- sorry. But the next is all good- all good. Y-eah!
So, since I haven't done this before... review please? *points to the button* It'd make me happy.