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the plot, characters, settings, etc.
Elizabeth had barricaded herself in Jack's cabin. It certainly was an interesting room. Despite the clutter in the room, of piles of gold and wet clothing lying on the floor from the spray of the ocean. On the walls were pictures of rainbows, and there was a large self portrait of Jack amidst a field of flowers, surrounded by a pile of rum. A smiling sun shone down upon him. (Lol, don't worry, he's NOT gay!) Jack had claimed the room had needed something cheerful after all the grimness Barbossa had left behind. Elizabeth was laying on the bed, clinging to one of the pillows. Suddenly, the doorknob wiggled. The sound of a body thrown against the door was heard. Elizabeth jolted upright.
"Liz! It's my room! Ye can't lock me out! Don't make me break down this door!" Jack shouted. Elizabeth gave a sigh of acceptance and hurried over to unlock the door. She undid the lock and stood back. Jack stumbled into the room. He threw the door shut and hurried over to his desk. Without delay, he threw open a drawer and pulled out a bottle of rum. He flopped down on his bed and opened the bottle. Tilting the bottle up, he let the rum pour into his mouth. Elizabeth hurried over to the bed.
"Jack, won't Anna Maria be punished?" She asked.
"Why?" Asked Jack lazily, wiping rum off his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Jack, she tried to push me overboard!"
"Pull luv. She tried to pull you overboard."
"Shut up Jack Sparrow and listen!" Jack obediently capped his bottle of rum and slightly swaying, stood up.
"I didn't want to come on your stupid ship again without Will, Captain! The only reason I'm here is to look for my husband, and so he can live out his dreams of being a pirate like his father. Jack Sparrow, I've been pushed around by Anna Maria long enough! What do you propose to do, Jack?" She asked. Jack put his arm around her waist.
"Darling, this isn't my problem. You best confront her yerself, luv. Can't have me fightin' all yer battles, can ya?" With that, Jack flopped down on the bed again, lost in his drunken stupor. Elizabeth gave a fed up sigh and headed out of the cabin, slamming the door on her way out.
Will sat in a chair, each ankle tied to a chair leg. His arms were bound behind him. A gag was in his mouth, and there was a dirty piece of cloth obstructing his vision. His head stung awfully, and he could feel a nasty cut on his head throbbing. A rough hand suddenly removed the blindfold. Will blinked a few times. He was sitting in a room with only a few people. They were staring at him.
"So, Will Turner. Son of Bill Turner. Who was a well known friend of Jack Sparrow."
"Captain!" Will sneered, however, the gag impeded him, and so it came out sounding like 'Cauptayn!' The men laughed. Once more, the rough hand was upon him again, this time removing the gag. Will realized the speaker was the person behind him, who had removed the blindfold and gag.
"Ah, so you are as loyal as yer old man, Turner. That can be a faulty trait. So tell me, where is Sparrow, that old dog?" Will twisted his head around to face the man.
"I would never tell you." Will spat.
"Tsk tsk, Turner. Surely your young wife would want you to tell." The voice continued.
"Elizabeth?" Will asked incredulously.
"Yes, Elizabeth Swann, the gov'nor's daughter."
"Elizabeth Turner. What have you done with her?" Will barked. His hands clenched into fists as hot rage surged through his veins. Suddenly, a finger touched a spot upon his head, dangerously close to the throbbing wound. Will clenched his teeth in pain, and became aware of blood trickling down his face. He was fighting his instincts to panic. His vision was going fuzzy, and there was a strange roar filling his ears.
"Where is Elizabeth?" Asked Will angrily.
"Calm yourself, Mr. Turner. Anger does not suit you well. And you must sit still. There is no use struggling against those bonds. She has fled Port Royal. Then she found Captain Sparrow most likely. So I'd like you to tell me where he is. If you agree, than we will find him, hand over your wife, accompany you both back to Port Royal, and handle our business with Captain Sparrow. If you do not comply, than if we see the Black Pearl, we will fire, take hostages, and we will not be as kind to you and yours. The decision is yours, Mr. Turner, and only you can save your wife. We will leave you with your choices. Goodnight, Mr. Turner." Everyone stood up and began to file out of the room, including the person who had been standing behind him.
"Bastard!" Will shouted. The figure slowly turned and sank down to his eye level.
"Patience and calmness will be your allies, Turner. I said, good night." The last thing Will saw was an angry fist flying into the side of his face, and a sharp pain as unconsciousness stole him away.
Please review, everyone!
Elizabeth had barricaded herself in Jack's cabin. It certainly was an interesting room. Despite the clutter in the room, of piles of gold and wet clothing lying on the floor from the spray of the ocean. On the walls were pictures of rainbows, and there was a large self portrait of Jack amidst a field of flowers, surrounded by a pile of rum. A smiling sun shone down upon him. (Lol, don't worry, he's NOT gay!) Jack had claimed the room had needed something cheerful after all the grimness Barbossa had left behind. Elizabeth was laying on the bed, clinging to one of the pillows. Suddenly, the doorknob wiggled. The sound of a body thrown against the door was heard. Elizabeth jolted upright.
"Liz! It's my room! Ye can't lock me out! Don't make me break down this door!" Jack shouted. Elizabeth gave a sigh of acceptance and hurried over to unlock the door. She undid the lock and stood back. Jack stumbled into the room. He threw the door shut and hurried over to his desk. Without delay, he threw open a drawer and pulled out a bottle of rum. He flopped down on his bed and opened the bottle. Tilting the bottle up, he let the rum pour into his mouth. Elizabeth hurried over to the bed.
"Jack, won't Anna Maria be punished?" She asked.
"Why?" Asked Jack lazily, wiping rum off his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Jack, she tried to push me overboard!"
"Pull luv. She tried to pull you overboard."
"Shut up Jack Sparrow and listen!" Jack obediently capped his bottle of rum and slightly swaying, stood up.
"I didn't want to come on your stupid ship again without Will, Captain! The only reason I'm here is to look for my husband, and so he can live out his dreams of being a pirate like his father. Jack Sparrow, I've been pushed around by Anna Maria long enough! What do you propose to do, Jack?" She asked. Jack put his arm around her waist.
"Darling, this isn't my problem. You best confront her yerself, luv. Can't have me fightin' all yer battles, can ya?" With that, Jack flopped down on the bed again, lost in his drunken stupor. Elizabeth gave a fed up sigh and headed out of the cabin, slamming the door on her way out.
Will sat in a chair, each ankle tied to a chair leg. His arms were bound behind him. A gag was in his mouth, and there was a dirty piece of cloth obstructing his vision. His head stung awfully, and he could feel a nasty cut on his head throbbing. A rough hand suddenly removed the blindfold. Will blinked a few times. He was sitting in a room with only a few people. They were staring at him.
"So, Will Turner. Son of Bill Turner. Who was a well known friend of Jack Sparrow."
"Captain!" Will sneered, however, the gag impeded him, and so it came out sounding like 'Cauptayn!' The men laughed. Once more, the rough hand was upon him again, this time removing the gag. Will realized the speaker was the person behind him, who had removed the blindfold and gag.
"Ah, so you are as loyal as yer old man, Turner. That can be a faulty trait. So tell me, where is Sparrow, that old dog?" Will twisted his head around to face the man.
"I would never tell you." Will spat.
"Tsk tsk, Turner. Surely your young wife would want you to tell." The voice continued.
"Elizabeth?" Will asked incredulously.
"Yes, Elizabeth Swann, the gov'nor's daughter."
"Elizabeth Turner. What have you done with her?" Will barked. His hands clenched into fists as hot rage surged through his veins. Suddenly, a finger touched a spot upon his head, dangerously close to the throbbing wound. Will clenched his teeth in pain, and became aware of blood trickling down his face. He was fighting his instincts to panic. His vision was going fuzzy, and there was a strange roar filling his ears.
"Where is Elizabeth?" Asked Will angrily.
"Calm yourself, Mr. Turner. Anger does not suit you well. And you must sit still. There is no use struggling against those bonds. She has fled Port Royal. Then she found Captain Sparrow most likely. So I'd like you to tell me where he is. If you agree, than we will find him, hand over your wife, accompany you both back to Port Royal, and handle our business with Captain Sparrow. If you do not comply, than if we see the Black Pearl, we will fire, take hostages, and we will not be as kind to you and yours. The decision is yours, Mr. Turner, and only you can save your wife. We will leave you with your choices. Goodnight, Mr. Turner." Everyone stood up and began to file out of the room, including the person who had been standing behind him.
"Bastard!" Will shouted. The figure slowly turned and sank down to his eye level.
"Patience and calmness will be your allies, Turner. I said, good night." The last thing Will saw was an angry fist flying into the side of his face, and a sharp pain as unconsciousness stole him away.
Please review, everyone!