Disclaimer - I don't own POTC, any characters, events, settings, or plots
from it. However, it is still one of the BEST movies in the world.
Will gulped. The captain was up. He wondered how long he had before he was gutted like a fish. Or maybe the captain had a pistol. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. But he had a sword. And he had been practicing for three hours everyday for how many years?! There was no way he couldn't win man to man. So he stood up, kicked the crewmember on the floor to keep him there, and turned his sword to face the captain.
"You are just like your father, Turner. Unbelievable. He was a fool as well." Will's eyes flashed dangerously.
"My father was a good man, better than you'll ever be." He sneered back.
"He must not have been very smart, was he? Because I am still alive, and the last I heard, he was dead. Thrown off by his own crewmates. Am I right?" The captain laughed. Will lunged, anger buzzing through his veins.
"No!" He snapped. The captain laughed again and parried. Concentrating, Will sent the white-hot rage down into the blade. It danced in the moonlight, the other sword parrying as fast as possible.
"You won't have the privilege of my letting you win, you lying bastard!" Will sneered.
"Perhaps," panted the captain, "you are calling the wrong person a bastard." Angry once more, Will slashed at the captain. The familiar dance was welcome to his feet. The captain was struggling to keep up. Will felt victory drawing near. The captain took advantage of his sudden slowness, advancing quickly. With a strong parry, Will threw off the offense. Suddenly, he dropped his sword and let his fist fly, connecting straight with the captain's mouth. Blood poured down, and the captain tasted the iron in his mouth.
"Stupid little boy!" He growled. "You cheated. And I thought you were honorable." Will grinned.
"I'm a pirate. We don't always play by the rules." The captain narrowed his eyes.
"How fitting. I'm a pirate as well, so let me oblige you!" He flew towards Will. It became an all out brawl between the two men. Will's heat and work-hardened hands became the tools of the trade. But the captain's sea worn hands were fighting back. The captain grabbed Will's shirt, pulled his face close and hissed
"Goodbye, Will Turner." He pulled his fist back and was preparing to strike, when Will suddenly wrenched himself free, scooped up the captain's fallen sword and rammed it through the captain. The captain gasped, face going white. Blood trickled out of his chest. He sank to his knees. Will leaned down.
"Goodbye." He muttered. He picked up his sword, kicked the crewmember that was lying there too scared to move, and slipped back out into the darkness to where Sorrie was waiting.
Elizabeth sat up. Her head was immensely sore; her eyes seemed weak and closed again, barring the sunlight that was filtering into the room. She dropped back down to the same position she had been in before, her head on something, her hands splayed over the same surface. Her makeshift pillow was warm, it was moving in a slow steady rhythm, up and down, up and down. She smiled, comforted by the warmth.
"Will." She sighed happily. She lifted her head to look down at his face. Then she yelped. Jack Sparrow's blank, sleeping face was beneath her. The door suddenly swung open. Elizabeth looked up in dismay.
"Jack?" Called Anna Maria. She looked down at Elizabeth and Jack. Jack's eyes suddenly opened.
"Jack!" Screamed Anna Maria. Jack's eyes snapped to attention. He looked up at Elizabeth in a puzzled manner. Suddenly he became aware of Anna Maria standing over him.
"Woah! Luv, it's not what it looks like!" He informed her, scrambling to his feet. He stood in front of her, swaying.
"It's not?" Anna Maria asked coolly, her arms folded across her chest. "Then what was it?" She snapped. Jack looked down nervously at her hands. Then he cleared his throat.
"Well, last night she was in my room getting drunk and I sat down for a bottle by me onesies and then Elizabeth passed out, she can't hold her liquor obviously, and I fell asleep," Anna Maria's hand whipped across Jack's face.
"Jack Sparrow you drunken liar! You drank yerself into oblivion!" Jack winced, feeling the side of his face gingerly.
"Al'right luv, so I had a bit too much to drink. But nothing happened! Ask the whelp's girl! She'll tell you the same." Jack clarified. Elizabeth stood up from where she had been thrown aside when Jack had jumped up.
"It's true, Anna Maria. I had too much to drink and passed out. Jack was just keeping me company. I suppose I must have shifted into the position I sleep in with Will." She muttered, embarrassed. Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Interesting." He mumbled under his breath. Anna Maria sensed this was the truth. Elizabeth quickly made her way out of the cabin and down to the galley, stepping gingerly on her blistered feet. Jack stepped towards Anna Maria.
"I swear on the Pearl, Anna, I have no feelings for that girl. None whatsoever. Savvy?" Anna Maria frowned.
"Maybe I can forgive you this once. But if you EVER let this happen again, Jack!" She snapped.
"I'm captain of this ship, luv!" Jack interrupted. "And as your captain, I will tell you what to do. And right now, your captain promises that this sticky little situation will never happen again. And now your captain wants you to be quiet. Savvy?" Cough cough.and now we'll leave them to their privacy.
Will gulped. The captain was up. He wondered how long he had before he was gutted like a fish. Or maybe the captain had a pistol. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. But he had a sword. And he had been practicing for three hours everyday for how many years?! There was no way he couldn't win man to man. So he stood up, kicked the crewmember on the floor to keep him there, and turned his sword to face the captain.
"You are just like your father, Turner. Unbelievable. He was a fool as well." Will's eyes flashed dangerously.
"My father was a good man, better than you'll ever be." He sneered back.
"He must not have been very smart, was he? Because I am still alive, and the last I heard, he was dead. Thrown off by his own crewmates. Am I right?" The captain laughed. Will lunged, anger buzzing through his veins.
"No!" He snapped. The captain laughed again and parried. Concentrating, Will sent the white-hot rage down into the blade. It danced in the moonlight, the other sword parrying as fast as possible.
"You won't have the privilege of my letting you win, you lying bastard!" Will sneered.
"Perhaps," panted the captain, "you are calling the wrong person a bastard." Angry once more, Will slashed at the captain. The familiar dance was welcome to his feet. The captain was struggling to keep up. Will felt victory drawing near. The captain took advantage of his sudden slowness, advancing quickly. With a strong parry, Will threw off the offense. Suddenly, he dropped his sword and let his fist fly, connecting straight with the captain's mouth. Blood poured down, and the captain tasted the iron in his mouth.
"Stupid little boy!" He growled. "You cheated. And I thought you were honorable." Will grinned.
"I'm a pirate. We don't always play by the rules." The captain narrowed his eyes.
"How fitting. I'm a pirate as well, so let me oblige you!" He flew towards Will. It became an all out brawl between the two men. Will's heat and work-hardened hands became the tools of the trade. But the captain's sea worn hands were fighting back. The captain grabbed Will's shirt, pulled his face close and hissed
"Goodbye, Will Turner." He pulled his fist back and was preparing to strike, when Will suddenly wrenched himself free, scooped up the captain's fallen sword and rammed it through the captain. The captain gasped, face going white. Blood trickled out of his chest. He sank to his knees. Will leaned down.
"Goodbye." He muttered. He picked up his sword, kicked the crewmember that was lying there too scared to move, and slipped back out into the darkness to where Sorrie was waiting.
Elizabeth sat up. Her head was immensely sore; her eyes seemed weak and closed again, barring the sunlight that was filtering into the room. She dropped back down to the same position she had been in before, her head on something, her hands splayed over the same surface. Her makeshift pillow was warm, it was moving in a slow steady rhythm, up and down, up and down. She smiled, comforted by the warmth.
"Will." She sighed happily. She lifted her head to look down at his face. Then she yelped. Jack Sparrow's blank, sleeping face was beneath her. The door suddenly swung open. Elizabeth looked up in dismay.
"Jack?" Called Anna Maria. She looked down at Elizabeth and Jack. Jack's eyes suddenly opened.
"Jack!" Screamed Anna Maria. Jack's eyes snapped to attention. He looked up at Elizabeth in a puzzled manner. Suddenly he became aware of Anna Maria standing over him.
"Woah! Luv, it's not what it looks like!" He informed her, scrambling to his feet. He stood in front of her, swaying.
"It's not?" Anna Maria asked coolly, her arms folded across her chest. "Then what was it?" She snapped. Jack looked down nervously at her hands. Then he cleared his throat.
"Well, last night she was in my room getting drunk and I sat down for a bottle by me onesies and then Elizabeth passed out, she can't hold her liquor obviously, and I fell asleep," Anna Maria's hand whipped across Jack's face.
"Jack Sparrow you drunken liar! You drank yerself into oblivion!" Jack winced, feeling the side of his face gingerly.
"Al'right luv, so I had a bit too much to drink. But nothing happened! Ask the whelp's girl! She'll tell you the same." Jack clarified. Elizabeth stood up from where she had been thrown aside when Jack had jumped up.
"It's true, Anna Maria. I had too much to drink and passed out. Jack was just keeping me company. I suppose I must have shifted into the position I sleep in with Will." She muttered, embarrassed. Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Interesting." He mumbled under his breath. Anna Maria sensed this was the truth. Elizabeth quickly made her way out of the cabin and down to the galley, stepping gingerly on her blistered feet. Jack stepped towards Anna Maria.
"I swear on the Pearl, Anna, I have no feelings for that girl. None whatsoever. Savvy?" Anna Maria frowned.
"Maybe I can forgive you this once. But if you EVER let this happen again, Jack!" She snapped.
"I'm captain of this ship, luv!" Jack interrupted. "And as your captain, I will tell you what to do. And right now, your captain promises that this sticky little situation will never happen again. And now your captain wants you to be quiet. Savvy?" Cough cough.and now we'll leave them to their privacy.