School starts up Monday, so chapters will probably not be as frequent. Even though they aren't really that frequent. But I'll try.
Yeah, disclaimer is the same.
A/N: I may put Gibbs down a bit, but don't get me wrong, Gibbs is awesome. Elizabeth and Gibbs just don't get along excellently all the time.
Chapter 10, hurrah! The big 1-0.
-On the Seastorm-
Will sat in his cell once again, watching the crews of the Dauntless and the Pearl sleep soundly on the hard ground. He, however, had no chance of sleep whatsoever. His body ached, but aside from that, he was worried. He was sending Barrin across the wide sea, chasing absolutely nothing. When he found out Will had lied... no, but none of the prisoners would be around when that happened. This would buy Will enough time to escape, with Elizabeth, Jack and crew, of course. Actually, he'd bloody well like to leave Norrington behind. "Now there's a thought," Will mused quietly to himself.
His thoughts switched topic, going back to something that had been bothering him for quite some time. He'd lied to Barrin, and from what Will could remember, it was possibly his first lie. Jack. Jack was the only answer there, he must have been an influence. The more Will thought about it, the more he saw it was quite the truth. When faced with such an issue, he thought to himself "Now what would Jack Sparrow do?" Interesting.
Perhaps he was more of a pirate than he'd realized.
-Gibbs and Elizabeth-
Elizabeth couldn't take it anymore.
Sweet old man that he was (or could be), Gibbs was starting to get on her nerves. He rambled, he drank, he smelled sour. He was so often drunk that she was becoming skeptical in his steering abilities. God knows where he'd taken them off to. In a moment of drunkeness, he he could very well have changed directions. She wouldn't know. No, this certainly wasn't fun. Little did she know that Gibbs was feeling quite similar.
"Stupid prudish wench," hissed Gibbs as he sloshed rum down the front of his jacket. "Damn girl. Damn girl indeed." He raised his voice higher in pitch and attempted to make his accent proper. "Mister Gibbs, are you drinking again, sir? That drink is terribly vile. And it is terribly repugnant to be drunk so very often, sir."
"I beg your pardon?" Elizabeth whipped the rum from his hand, her eyes flashing and her fists on her hips.
"Oh damn," Gibbs thought to himself. "Oh, bloody hell, Gibbs, yer in trouble now. You've gone and angered a *lady*, fer Pete's sake." Expecting a slap, he turned his head and squinched his eyes shut.
"Do I really sound like that?"
"Aye," Gibbs blurted without thinking, then winced again. "Er, no."
"Well, I'm sorry-"
"Miss Swann!" Gibbs leapt straight up, nearly knocking the woman over in his fervor. "There 'tis! The Seastorm! We found 'er, we did!"
-On the Seastorm-
"Oof! 'Urry up, Miss Swann!" Elizabeth scrambled over the rail near the bow of the ship. She then turned and put all her effort into trying to haul Mister Gibbs aboard.
"Good heavens, man, how much do you weigh?"
"Shaddup," Gibbs muttered sulkily. "Now, let's find 'em."
Down in the brig, Will was almost free of the cell. He grinned to himself. What cheap metal the pirates had used. His blacksmithing skills told him all he needed to know about the weak spots in such a cell. He was working his way out, when a figure appeared at the top of the stairs.
Whee, cliffie. Is it Elizabeth, Gibbs, Barrin, Lumpy, or a complete and random stranger? Only time will tell. Dun dun dunnn.
Next chapter may be very romancey. We'll see, won't we?
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