Author's note:
Hi! Sorry this was so *screams as scimitar is thrown at her* Hey! I'm trying to! *gasps as she dodges 1993 Toyota truck* What? Are you gonna throw the Eiffel tower at me? *dodges Eiffel tower.* Hey! -Talon
*laughs*-Raven
Ooh! Guess what I got from my Great Grandma! *shows off coin necklace* *Gets attacked by Barbossa*-Talon
Aah! So ye be cursed!- Barbossa
Uh, no, dude. This is from 1876. See the eagle and the stars and the American Lady Liberty?-Talon
Huh?- Barbossa
Talon! You probably just altered the setting of the space time continuum, resulting in either utter implosion and destruction of all that is or the complete alterations of history as we know it!-Raven
Crap! *dodges cannonball* Well, Nobody'll believe Barbossa saw an American coin that hasn't been invented yet. Or he'll die. Either suits me. -Talon Btw, Raven wrote quite a bit of this, so goodies for her for finally getting off her bum! Really, Good job, Raven!
Chapter 10
Rum at last
Will whirled around in shock.
"J-Jack?" he stammered uncertainly.
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"So." Jade confirmed, lounging back on the bed. "Yer dad gots a ton of money off the printing press, an' Barbossa's holdin' you ransom. Charming."
"Not exactly ransom." David corrected. "See, he killed my dad. He's already taken all our family pewter, silver, gold-"
"So ye're a rich boy havin to live the life of a sailor. Big whoo! My dad wouldn' e'en let me go anywhere dangerous with 'im! Ye're lucky."
David narrowed his eyes and glared coldly at her. Jade, however, hadn't noticed, as a faint crash had met her ears. Quickly, she dropped to the floor and put her ear to the cold wood.
"WHAT-" David began, but Jade cut him off.
"Mrs. Turner's finally gone asleep. Do yeh really wanna wake 'er up by yellin? No, ye don'."
"What are you doing?" the printer boy demanded. "Why are you listening to the floor?"
Jade sat up and shot an icy look at him.
"I'm gonna tell yeh somethin' me dad always says to Gibbs, our firs' mate." at the mention of her father, David grimaced, but Jade ignored him. "Never question a crazy man. An', as I'm his daughter, ne'er question a crazy girl either."
David shut immediately up and Jade returned her ear to the floor. She heard sailor voices chattering away as they feasted on meat and weevil filled bread.
"Yeah!" one with a slur laughed. "I 'ear the cap'n's a gonna use the woman and the whelps to get ol' Sparrow o'er 'ere! Once 'e does-" There was a sudden uproar of laughter, then a particularly slow sounding idiot laughed.
"Yeah! Once Sparrow's outta the picture, there'll on'y be one pirate ship better than us, and e'en Blackbeard's gotta kick it someday!"
More laughter.
"You jus' wait till the spawn of Sparrow sees what we gots in store fer 'er!"
Jade sat up and scowled. She wasn't the spawn of anything! It made her sound like some kind of frog!
"What did you hear?" David demanded. Jade shook her head.
"Nuthin' important." At that moment, a weak sort of cry echoed through the tiny cabin. Emily had woken up.
"They'll starve to death if we don't do something." David said. Jade grabbed his arm in one hand and her sword in the other.
"That's why we're gonna get 'em some food." she replied, easing the door open.
"Are you mad?" he cried.
"Probably, come on!"
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A strange, raggedy pirate blinked up at Will in confusion.
"You be thinkin' I'm Jack bloody Sparrow?" The man chuckled quietly "You mean that pirate who be drinkin' hisself blind drunk fer the pain, and the though' that a certain 'Jade' will never be seen again?"
Will shouted, hobbling off in the direction the man had gestured. Then he abruptly stopped, finding a completely drunk Jack attempting to dance around a fire, while drinking rum.
"Will?" Jack slurred, looking in Will's general direction.
"Hello, Jack." The smith said stiffly, he'd never actually been fond of rum or drunkenness.
"Howss yerr rib?" Jack stumbled carefully.
"I almost don't need the crutch. You on the other hand-"
"Jade!" Jack suddenly demanded, his eyes out of focus. "Where is she?"
"We haven't found her yet. We came out here looking for you."
"Tha's nice"
Will rolled his eyes, and waited until Jack fell down, mostly from the rum, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Jack woke up, and heard an explosion near his head. He leaned up and caught a glimpse of Will tossing a big keg of rum into a large, blazing fire.
"Will! Why did you burn the rum?" Jack called, bewildered, then winced as his (many) injuries decided to add pain to his body. The rum had dulled the aches and blinding pain for a while, but that was wearing off. Not to mention the hangover as a result of a good five to six straight bottles of rum.
Will rushed over to see how his companion was doing. Seeing that Jack was is as good a condition as could be expected from a cut leg, a broken arm, and goodness knows how many other wounds, he then answered, "One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. With the entire crew of the Black Pearl looking for you, do you think that there is the slightest chance that they won't see it?"
"But Will, WHY DID YA BURN THE RUM?" Jack shouted at Will's face.
"Jack, I already answered that." Will tossed a few more bottles of rum into the now blazing fire.
"Will, you 'ave learned a lot from tha' lass Elisabeth."
"Jack, it wouldn't hurt you to take a leaf from her book. Anyway, you might want to have your hat back." Will handed the ripped up, now even more so, hat to Jack. Jack gratefully sat it upon its perch of his head.
An old pirate, the one Will had managed to get reasonable directions from, ran out of the trees on the island screaming, "The Island is burning!! Help us!!"
Jack gazed at the pirate and called "Sam! What're you doing on this godforsaken tab bit of island?"
The man glared at Jack, and with a faintly slurred voice retorted "You dirty scum! Jack, havn't you recalled marooning me here yeself? Ye told that forever-damned Barbossa to toss me off yer bloody ship, and ne'er looked back! I saved ya las' night, when I shoulda strangled ya!"
Will blinked, surprised at this strange turn of events. Jack looked scandalized, and fell back into the sand, crying out as his broken arm was wrenched to one side. "Me, maroon you, me second mate? Be yer mind twisted by that rum you allus be drinkin'?"
"Jack, if anyone should be accused of rum they 'allus be drinkin', then it should be you! Yer the one who ruined me life by lettin' me be a blasted pirate."
"It ain't my fault the path you chose!"
Will stared at both Jack and 'Sam', until Anamaria and several other embers of the Black Pearl arrived, and all gaped as they mouthed wordlessly at each other.
"Erm, an explanation would be nice...." Anamaria said coolly.
Hi! Sorry this was so *screams as scimitar is thrown at her* Hey! I'm trying to! *gasps as she dodges 1993 Toyota truck* What? Are you gonna throw the Eiffel tower at me? *dodges Eiffel tower.* Hey! -Talon
*laughs*-Raven
Ooh! Guess what I got from my Great Grandma! *shows off coin necklace* *Gets attacked by Barbossa*-Talon
Aah! So ye be cursed!- Barbossa
Uh, no, dude. This is from 1876. See the eagle and the stars and the American Lady Liberty?-Talon
Huh?- Barbossa
Talon! You probably just altered the setting of the space time continuum, resulting in either utter implosion and destruction of all that is or the complete alterations of history as we know it!-Raven
Crap! *dodges cannonball* Well, Nobody'll believe Barbossa saw an American coin that hasn't been invented yet. Or he'll die. Either suits me. -Talon Btw, Raven wrote quite a bit of this, so goodies for her for finally getting off her bum! Really, Good job, Raven!
Chapter 10
Rum at last
Will whirled around in shock.
"J-Jack?" he stammered uncertainly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"So." Jade confirmed, lounging back on the bed. "Yer dad gots a ton of money off the printing press, an' Barbossa's holdin' you ransom. Charming."
"Not exactly ransom." David corrected. "See, he killed my dad. He's already taken all our family pewter, silver, gold-"
"So ye're a rich boy havin to live the life of a sailor. Big whoo! My dad wouldn' e'en let me go anywhere dangerous with 'im! Ye're lucky."
David narrowed his eyes and glared coldly at her. Jade, however, hadn't noticed, as a faint crash had met her ears. Quickly, she dropped to the floor and put her ear to the cold wood.
"WHAT-" David began, but Jade cut him off.
"Mrs. Turner's finally gone asleep. Do yeh really wanna wake 'er up by yellin? No, ye don'."
"What are you doing?" the printer boy demanded. "Why are you listening to the floor?"
Jade sat up and shot an icy look at him.
"I'm gonna tell yeh somethin' me dad always says to Gibbs, our firs' mate." at the mention of her father, David grimaced, but Jade ignored him. "Never question a crazy man. An', as I'm his daughter, ne'er question a crazy girl either."
David shut immediately up and Jade returned her ear to the floor. She heard sailor voices chattering away as they feasted on meat and weevil filled bread.
"Yeah!" one with a slur laughed. "I 'ear the cap'n's a gonna use the woman and the whelps to get ol' Sparrow o'er 'ere! Once 'e does-" There was a sudden uproar of laughter, then a particularly slow sounding idiot laughed.
"Yeah! Once Sparrow's outta the picture, there'll on'y be one pirate ship better than us, and e'en Blackbeard's gotta kick it someday!"
More laughter.
"You jus' wait till the spawn of Sparrow sees what we gots in store fer 'er!"
Jade sat up and scowled. She wasn't the spawn of anything! It made her sound like some kind of frog!
"What did you hear?" David demanded. Jade shook her head.
"Nuthin' important." At that moment, a weak sort of cry echoed through the tiny cabin. Emily had woken up.
"They'll starve to death if we don't do something." David said. Jade grabbed his arm in one hand and her sword in the other.
"That's why we're gonna get 'em some food." she replied, easing the door open.
"Are you mad?" he cried.
"Probably, come on!"
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A strange, raggedy pirate blinked up at Will in confusion.
"You be thinkin' I'm Jack bloody Sparrow?" The man chuckled quietly "You mean that pirate who be drinkin' hisself blind drunk fer the pain, and the though' that a certain 'Jade' will never be seen again?"
Will shouted, hobbling off in the direction the man had gestured. Then he abruptly stopped, finding a completely drunk Jack attempting to dance around a fire, while drinking rum.
"Will?" Jack slurred, looking in Will's general direction.
"Hello, Jack." The smith said stiffly, he'd never actually been fond of rum or drunkenness.
"Howss yerr rib?" Jack stumbled carefully.
"I almost don't need the crutch. You on the other hand-"
"Jade!" Jack suddenly demanded, his eyes out of focus. "Where is she?"
"We haven't found her yet. We came out here looking for you."
"Tha's nice"
Will rolled his eyes, and waited until Jack fell down, mostly from the rum, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Jack woke up, and heard an explosion near his head. He leaned up and caught a glimpse of Will tossing a big keg of rum into a large, blazing fire.
"Will! Why did you burn the rum?" Jack called, bewildered, then winced as his (many) injuries decided to add pain to his body. The rum had dulled the aches and blinding pain for a while, but that was wearing off. Not to mention the hangover as a result of a good five to six straight bottles of rum.
Will rushed over to see how his companion was doing. Seeing that Jack was is as good a condition as could be expected from a cut leg, a broken arm, and goodness knows how many other wounds, he then answered, "One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. With the entire crew of the Black Pearl looking for you, do you think that there is the slightest chance that they won't see it?"
"But Will, WHY DID YA BURN THE RUM?" Jack shouted at Will's face.
"Jack, I already answered that." Will tossed a few more bottles of rum into the now blazing fire.
"Will, you 'ave learned a lot from tha' lass Elisabeth."
"Jack, it wouldn't hurt you to take a leaf from her book. Anyway, you might want to have your hat back." Will handed the ripped up, now even more so, hat to Jack. Jack gratefully sat it upon its perch of his head.
An old pirate, the one Will had managed to get reasonable directions from, ran out of the trees on the island screaming, "The Island is burning!! Help us!!"
Jack gazed at the pirate and called "Sam! What're you doing on this godforsaken tab bit of island?"
The man glared at Jack, and with a faintly slurred voice retorted "You dirty scum! Jack, havn't you recalled marooning me here yeself? Ye told that forever-damned Barbossa to toss me off yer bloody ship, and ne'er looked back! I saved ya las' night, when I shoulda strangled ya!"
Will blinked, surprised at this strange turn of events. Jack looked scandalized, and fell back into the sand, crying out as his broken arm was wrenched to one side. "Me, maroon you, me second mate? Be yer mind twisted by that rum you allus be drinkin'?"
"Jack, if anyone should be accused of rum they 'allus be drinkin', then it should be you! Yer the one who ruined me life by lettin' me be a blasted pirate."
"It ain't my fault the path you chose!"
Will stared at both Jack and 'Sam', until Anamaria and several other embers of the Black Pearl arrived, and all gaped as they mouthed wordlessly at each other.
"Erm, an explanation would be nice...." Anamaria said coolly.