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events from it.
The Escape
Will snuck across the deck, his dark eyes searching for anything out of place or any figures that could him. Seeing none, he motioned to Sorrie, who was crouching behind a pile of rope, waiting. As soon as she saw the signal shse picked up the heavy bundle heaved it to Will, who caught it and waited for her to run across to him. Once she reached him, he leaned and whispered into her ear,
"Keep quiet. And don't make any unnecessary movements. Understood?" She nodded, her eyes illuminated in the darkness. Will looked around, nervously reaching for his sword. But he only grabbed at air.
"Wait! Where's my sword? I can't find it!" He hissed, looking accusingly at Sorrie.
"In the captain's cabin, Mr. Turner. Surely you can live without your sword, can't you?" She asked anxiously.
"No! I must get it!" He snapped.
"You will wait here for me! Don't make noises or move from this spot!" Will ordered. He turned to go, but Sorrie grabbed his sleeve.
"No, I don't want to be alone, let me come! Please!" She begged. He shook his head.
"Wait here. Don't move." He instructed, forcing the bundle of supplies into her arms. He crept silently around to where the captain's quarters were. Silently, he turned the doorknob and snuck in. His eyes scanned the dark room. All of his senses were acute and alert. His body was tensed as he heard movement. He realized it was the captain turning over in his bed. Gingerly, Will crossed the room. Words echoed through his mind. Don't do anything stupid! Jack's words haunted him like a ghost. Suddenly, he remembered the day he and Elizabeth had decided to join him on the Pearl. Will had been watching Jack at the helm, and Jack said 'A good pirate always has his.' Will couldn't remember what a good pirate always had. Suddenly, he saw the blade of a sword, pointed at his heart. His crew! Will thought angrily. That was what Jack had said. Silently, Will cursed himself. He should have posted Sorrie as a lookout. Will couldn't see the face of whoever held his sword, but he knew by the blade that it was not his. His eyes scanned the room once more. There! A small flash of silver. Quickly, Will ducked down, hearing the blade swing over his head. With his foot, he reached out and swept the man's feet out from under him. While the man was down, Will ran for the sword, snatching it up and running back to pin his attacker down again. He remained bent over the man's body, the tip of the sword hovering above the man's throat.
"Make a noise, and I will gut you!" Will threatened. The man nodded. Will quickly found a piece of cloth and wrapped it around the man's mouth.
"And when you get this bloody gag ripped off you, you can tell your captain I will take care of my wife and myself. And I'll never betray Jack!" He snarled.
"Don't worry, Turner, I heard you loud and clear." Sneered a loud voice from somewhere in front of him. Will's heart nearly stopped. The captain was somewhere in the darkness.
"Damn." Will muttered under his breath.
Elizabeth was down in the galley, Gibbs soaking dishes in a large bucket. Elizabeth's blistered feet were resting in a tub of icy, stinging water. The pain of burning her feet had nearly doubled. She heard a loud voice singing as the person came down the steps.
"Yo ho yo ho! A pirate's life for me! We pillage we plunder we rifle and loot! Drink up, me hearties yo ho! We.ow!" Grumbled the voice. Jack slid down the remainder of the stairs and then righted himself, wincing slightly as he did so. He took in the sight of Elizabeth, looking miserable and soaking her feet.
"I want to get off this stupid boat, Jack." She growled. Jack smirked.
"Course ya don't, luv. You're having too much fun." He told her. She fixed him an evil glare. Then she stood up, making sure she held the hem of her dress up out of the water.
"Jack Sparrow!" She screeched. "You are the most revolting, repulsive, disgusting, vilest thing known to mankind! Since I've been on this ship, I've nearly fallen overboard, I walked in on you while you were occupied, and my feet have been burned! All I want, 'Captain' is my husband, William Turner, the blacksmith! Because that is what I am! A blacksmith's wife!" She snapped. Jack stared at her.
"Right luv, and..you were saying?" He asked, swaying a bit. With an angry look on her face, Elizabeth stepped out of the water and kicked the tub across the floor, it spewing water as it went. Then she stormed out of the galley on her red, blistered feet. Jack took a seat at the table.
"What's bugging her?" Asked Jack innocently of Gibbs. Gibbs just shrugged.
"One rule I've followed all my life 'bout women, Jack. Just nod and look sympathetic. It'll always pull ya' through." Gibbs said.
"Explains a lot." Mumbled Jack.
Jack opened his door and nearly fell over. First, he tripped over something lying in his doorway. The second thing was what he saw next, Elizabeth on his bed, downing rum.
"Lizabeth?" Jack questioned. She didn't look up. She was sitting cross- legged on his bed, her head tilted back, the rum pouring down her throat. He quickly hurried over and sat on the foot of the bed. "Luv?" He asked. Elizabeth swallowed and her face came down to look at him.
"Yes, Jack?" Her voice was slurred; she looked like she was having a hard time getting him in focus.
"Are you all right, Liz?" He asked. She stared at him blankly.
"Is this what all blacksmith's wives do?" Elizabeth asked. "Sit round, wait for their husbands to get back, while being tortured by crazy captains and their mistresses?" Her face was straight, her eyes seemed to be staring straight ahead. Jack looked indignant.
"She's hardly my mistress, luv."
"Do I really love Will?" She asked the wall. Jack looked up, eyes wide.
"Do ya?" He asked back. She got up off the bed, clutching the bottle of rum tightly.
"Elizabeth Swann, Elizabeth Turner. Mrs. Elizabeth Turner. Lady Elizabeth Turner. My old names don't fit with Turner. Lady. Or Miss. I dreamed of being Mrs. Turner, once upon a time." She hiccupped and sat down heavily on the floor. She downed the last of the rum. Jack suddenly realized that she was in that phase of drunkenness when everything seems solemn and sober and you question every good thing in your life, because nothing seems as good as that light headed dizziness and that wonderful, rushing high. She looked up at him.
"Jack."
"Yes Liz?" He asked. She pursed her lips.
"I need.more rum." She decided. He smiled, and then hurried over to his secret stash of rum. He pulled out two bottles and stepped over Elizabeth's body, which was pressing the empty bottle of rum tightly to her and sighing 'Will' every five seconds. She giggled suddenly, laughing harder and harder. Jack grinned and handed her a second bottle, which he uncorked. She choked down her laugh and swallowed her smile and held up the bottle, sitting up.
"To Will! To pirates!" She declared, tossing her head. Jack smirked.
"To the Pearl!" He added.
"To the Pearl!" She cried, raising the bottle to her lips and letting the 'vile drink which turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels' flow into her mouth.
"I love rum." Jack sighed. "Almost as much as the Black Pearl, savvy?" He told Elizabeth as she dropped to the floor, unconscious. Jack snatched the bottle of rum out of her hand before she hit the floor.
"Waste not, want not. And there's no need for something as satisfying as this to go to waste, right? Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!" He mumbled, before dropping to the ground himself, drinking into oblivion.
Author's Note - Just like to mention here that lol no I'm not an achoholic, I don't really know the stages of drunkenness! Also, thanks A TON to my reviewers! You guys are too nice! Cough JACKFAN2, SIMPLYME90210 cough! Savvy!
The Escape
Will snuck across the deck, his dark eyes searching for anything out of place or any figures that could him. Seeing none, he motioned to Sorrie, who was crouching behind a pile of rope, waiting. As soon as she saw the signal shse picked up the heavy bundle heaved it to Will, who caught it and waited for her to run across to him. Once she reached him, he leaned and whispered into her ear,
"Keep quiet. And don't make any unnecessary movements. Understood?" She nodded, her eyes illuminated in the darkness. Will looked around, nervously reaching for his sword. But he only grabbed at air.
"Wait! Where's my sword? I can't find it!" He hissed, looking accusingly at Sorrie.
"In the captain's cabin, Mr. Turner. Surely you can live without your sword, can't you?" She asked anxiously.
"No! I must get it!" He snapped.
"You will wait here for me! Don't make noises or move from this spot!" Will ordered. He turned to go, but Sorrie grabbed his sleeve.
"No, I don't want to be alone, let me come! Please!" She begged. He shook his head.
"Wait here. Don't move." He instructed, forcing the bundle of supplies into her arms. He crept silently around to where the captain's quarters were. Silently, he turned the doorknob and snuck in. His eyes scanned the dark room. All of his senses were acute and alert. His body was tensed as he heard movement. He realized it was the captain turning over in his bed. Gingerly, Will crossed the room. Words echoed through his mind. Don't do anything stupid! Jack's words haunted him like a ghost. Suddenly, he remembered the day he and Elizabeth had decided to join him on the Pearl. Will had been watching Jack at the helm, and Jack said 'A good pirate always has his.' Will couldn't remember what a good pirate always had. Suddenly, he saw the blade of a sword, pointed at his heart. His crew! Will thought angrily. That was what Jack had said. Silently, Will cursed himself. He should have posted Sorrie as a lookout. Will couldn't see the face of whoever held his sword, but he knew by the blade that it was not his. His eyes scanned the room once more. There! A small flash of silver. Quickly, Will ducked down, hearing the blade swing over his head. With his foot, he reached out and swept the man's feet out from under him. While the man was down, Will ran for the sword, snatching it up and running back to pin his attacker down again. He remained bent over the man's body, the tip of the sword hovering above the man's throat.
"Make a noise, and I will gut you!" Will threatened. The man nodded. Will quickly found a piece of cloth and wrapped it around the man's mouth.
"And when you get this bloody gag ripped off you, you can tell your captain I will take care of my wife and myself. And I'll never betray Jack!" He snarled.
"Don't worry, Turner, I heard you loud and clear." Sneered a loud voice from somewhere in front of him. Will's heart nearly stopped. The captain was somewhere in the darkness.
"Damn." Will muttered under his breath.
Elizabeth was down in the galley, Gibbs soaking dishes in a large bucket. Elizabeth's blistered feet were resting in a tub of icy, stinging water. The pain of burning her feet had nearly doubled. She heard a loud voice singing as the person came down the steps.
"Yo ho yo ho! A pirate's life for me! We pillage we plunder we rifle and loot! Drink up, me hearties yo ho! We.ow!" Grumbled the voice. Jack slid down the remainder of the stairs and then righted himself, wincing slightly as he did so. He took in the sight of Elizabeth, looking miserable and soaking her feet.
"I want to get off this stupid boat, Jack." She growled. Jack smirked.
"Course ya don't, luv. You're having too much fun." He told her. She fixed him an evil glare. Then she stood up, making sure she held the hem of her dress up out of the water.
"Jack Sparrow!" She screeched. "You are the most revolting, repulsive, disgusting, vilest thing known to mankind! Since I've been on this ship, I've nearly fallen overboard, I walked in on you while you were occupied, and my feet have been burned! All I want, 'Captain' is my husband, William Turner, the blacksmith! Because that is what I am! A blacksmith's wife!" She snapped. Jack stared at her.
"Right luv, and..you were saying?" He asked, swaying a bit. With an angry look on her face, Elizabeth stepped out of the water and kicked the tub across the floor, it spewing water as it went. Then she stormed out of the galley on her red, blistered feet. Jack took a seat at the table.
"What's bugging her?" Asked Jack innocently of Gibbs. Gibbs just shrugged.
"One rule I've followed all my life 'bout women, Jack. Just nod and look sympathetic. It'll always pull ya' through." Gibbs said.
"Explains a lot." Mumbled Jack.
Jack opened his door and nearly fell over. First, he tripped over something lying in his doorway. The second thing was what he saw next, Elizabeth on his bed, downing rum.
"Lizabeth?" Jack questioned. She didn't look up. She was sitting cross- legged on his bed, her head tilted back, the rum pouring down her throat. He quickly hurried over and sat on the foot of the bed. "Luv?" He asked. Elizabeth swallowed and her face came down to look at him.
"Yes, Jack?" Her voice was slurred; she looked like she was having a hard time getting him in focus.
"Are you all right, Liz?" He asked. She stared at him blankly.
"Is this what all blacksmith's wives do?" Elizabeth asked. "Sit round, wait for their husbands to get back, while being tortured by crazy captains and their mistresses?" Her face was straight, her eyes seemed to be staring straight ahead. Jack looked indignant.
"She's hardly my mistress, luv."
"Do I really love Will?" She asked the wall. Jack looked up, eyes wide.
"Do ya?" He asked back. She got up off the bed, clutching the bottle of rum tightly.
"Elizabeth Swann, Elizabeth Turner. Mrs. Elizabeth Turner. Lady Elizabeth Turner. My old names don't fit with Turner. Lady. Or Miss. I dreamed of being Mrs. Turner, once upon a time." She hiccupped and sat down heavily on the floor. She downed the last of the rum. Jack suddenly realized that she was in that phase of drunkenness when everything seems solemn and sober and you question every good thing in your life, because nothing seems as good as that light headed dizziness and that wonderful, rushing high. She looked up at him.
"Jack."
"Yes Liz?" He asked. She pursed her lips.
"I need.more rum." She decided. He smiled, and then hurried over to his secret stash of rum. He pulled out two bottles and stepped over Elizabeth's body, which was pressing the empty bottle of rum tightly to her and sighing 'Will' every five seconds. She giggled suddenly, laughing harder and harder. Jack grinned and handed her a second bottle, which he uncorked. She choked down her laugh and swallowed her smile and held up the bottle, sitting up.
"To Will! To pirates!" She declared, tossing her head. Jack smirked.
"To the Pearl!" He added.
"To the Pearl!" She cried, raising the bottle to her lips and letting the 'vile drink which turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels' flow into her mouth.
"I love rum." Jack sighed. "Almost as much as the Black Pearl, savvy?" He told Elizabeth as she dropped to the floor, unconscious. Jack snatched the bottle of rum out of her hand before she hit the floor.
"Waste not, want not. And there's no need for something as satisfying as this to go to waste, right? Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!" He mumbled, before dropping to the ground himself, drinking into oblivion.
Author's Note - Just like to mention here that lol no I'm not an achoholic, I don't really know the stages of drunkenness! Also, thanks A TON to my reviewers! You guys are too nice! Cough JACKFAN2, SIMPLYME90210 cough! Savvy!