AN- its been an oober long time since I updated this. This chapter is kinda
filler shtuff, but it does entail some importance to the plot. Or at least
the Serena Wronski version.
"Catalina!" The voice called in her dream. It was that damn Sparrow. He was coming closer with his insufferable confident smile. Catalina shook her head and whipped her hand around to backhand the pirate. "Ouch! Catalina, wake up." It was a dream. She sat up with a jolt. She was no longer in the street, but at home, in bed. Will was kneeling beside her and rubbing his cheek.
"Why did you hit me?"
Catalina's hand flew to her mouth, "Oh Will! I'm so sorry. It must have been a...a dream-"
"It doesn't matter. I was afraid you'd, well I thought, but it didn't happen. You're fine."
Catalina touched the back of her head, expecting to feel blood, but only finding wet hair. Will must have cleaned it up. "They took Elizabeth," said Will after a moment. "I went to Norrington, but they aren't taking any action so I thought...maybe Jack Sparrow would know where to find her-"
"What are you going to do?" Catalina touched his hand, but Will offered no response. He was expecting his sister to chastise him for turning to the pirate for help. But she didn't. "Will, Elizabeth is my best friend and my only female friend at that. I'm not going to sit around and wait for her to come home. Whatever you do, I'm coming with you."
His first thought was to protest, but he couldn't hide his sister from anything. Catalina was strong; there was no denying that. In fact, she could easily be a threat to anyone in battle. "I can't stop you." Said Will, "Even if I tried, you'd find some way to get your hand in this mess. We'll go to the pirate's cell"
Jack Sparrow was now the lone prisoner of Port Royale. All others had escaped in the invasion. But no, not Jack Sparrow, who was to be hung this morning. The great Captain Jack Sparrow was stuck. He had called for the stupid mutt, but, well, she'd ran away with her damn key. He'd ran at the barred door and slammed his shoulder into it, hoping to jar it lose. The only gain that came from this was a slightly jarred arm. Escape was hopeless for the moment. So Jack lay on his back, hat over the eyes, simply biding his time.
Will charged down the stairs to the dungeon, Catalina close behind him. Catalina stared through the barred wall and saw...no one. Then she looked down, noticing the Captain lying on the floor. "You," Will demanded, "Sparrow!"
"Aye?" The pirate responded, propping himself on his elbows. Jack grinned at Will, but noticed the sister behind him, apparently looking for something. Jack believed, however, she was searching for anything but himself. She finally glanced in Jack's direction and he tipped his hat, almost politely.
Will stepped in front of his gaze as he drew nearer to the cell door. "You are familiar with that ship, The Black Pearl?"
"I've heard of it." Jack leaned to his left side and managed to make eye contact again with the sister. Grinning smugly, he offered a small wave of the hand to her which was not returned so kindly. Her eyes stayed cold for the moment they were aligned with Jack's, but she looked down and walked out of his view. Jack balanced on his left shoulder trying to see the girl again.
But Will stepped in front of him. "Where does it make berth?" He said, with a touch of hostility.
Jack gave up his search for the girl and lay back on his hands again. "Where does it make Berf? 'Ave you not heard the stories. 'Captain' Barbossa," he said in mocking respect, "and his crew of miscreants sailed from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. It's an island that cannot be found...except by those who already know where it is.
Will rolled his eyes, but tried to remain calm, "The ship's real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?"
"Why ask me?"
"Because you're a pirate," Will rested his hands on the bars in defeat.
Jack knew the boy was being worn down. He had to get some fire under him, and he knew just the way with this one. "And you want to turn pirate yourself, s'that it?" He tried to stifle a smile, but the joke was only too well played. Jack sat up, anticipating a response.
The boy released the bars only to grab them hard. He pulled his face as near to the cell as possible and was grateful the bars separated him from the pirate. "Never!" He cried with a great deal of animosity in his voice. The boy had delivered another overreaction quite beautifully. Jack could've sworn Will was about to spit on him, but he didn't he sighed and lowered his voice. "They took Miss Swan."
Jack smiled brightly and clapped his hands together. "Oh, so it is that you've found a girl!" Oh the joys of always being right! "I see. Well, if you're intending to brave all hasten to her rescue and so win fair lady's heart, you'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me."
~
Catalina took a deep breath and stepped forward. "We can get you out of here." Will stared at her, confused, but caught on after a second.
"My my, we've ventured out from behind brother Will to rescue the pirate." Jack crooned, only loud enough for me to hear. At a loss for words, Catalina glared at him as Will examined the door.
"She's right." Will said, "We can get you out."
"How's that? The key's run off." Instantly, a mental image of a heavy key with arms and legs hobbling around the dungeon popped into Catalina's mind. She laughed, determined to question this obviously drunken statement, but Will didn't stop to question it.
"I helped build these cells. These are half pin-barrel hinges. With the right leverage- Catalina grab that bench- and the proper application of strength, the door will lift free."
Jack bit at his fingernail, muttering something neither Will nor his sister could hear. "What's your name?" He asked suddenly.
"Will Turner."
William! Jack thought. "That will be short for William, I imagine. Good, strong name. No doubt named for your father, righ'?"
Catalina froze, bench in hand. "Yes," Will replied slowly.
"Aha." Jack didn't linger on the subject any longer. "Well, Mr. Turner, Ms. Turner, I changed me mind." He stumbled to his feet. "If you spring me from this cell, I swear on pain of death, I shall take you to the Black Pearl and Your bonny lass. Do we have an accord?" A grubby hand extended through the bars and waited for acceptance."
"Agreed," said Will eagerly. He accepted the pirate's hand and the deal was done.
"Agreed." Jack smiled. "Get me out." He motioned upwards and backed away from the door.
Catalina wedged the bench in the door so it could be used as a lever to life the steel door. It sat at a diagonal, with two legs stuck in the bars, and one end of the bench hanging in mid air. Will pushed down on the end in the air and as the door lifted out, the siblings, together, tossed the door aside. "Hurry," Will looked up the stair well, someone will have heard that."
Jack scrambled out of the cell and pointed at a spot on the wall behind Catalina. "Catie, darling, grab those for me." He turned back to Will. "Can't go without my effects."
Catalina stood, stunned. Catie? Where had he heard that? He could have just made that up, couldn't he? She'd almost forgotten what he'd asked for, but shook herself out of it. Her hands closed around the belt entailing gun and sword, and handed them to Jack. Catalina could've sworn he winked as they ran up the stair, but maybe it was just her imagination.
"Catalina!" The voice called in her dream. It was that damn Sparrow. He was coming closer with his insufferable confident smile. Catalina shook her head and whipped her hand around to backhand the pirate. "Ouch! Catalina, wake up." It was a dream. She sat up with a jolt. She was no longer in the street, but at home, in bed. Will was kneeling beside her and rubbing his cheek.
"Why did you hit me?"
Catalina's hand flew to her mouth, "Oh Will! I'm so sorry. It must have been a...a dream-"
"It doesn't matter. I was afraid you'd, well I thought, but it didn't happen. You're fine."
Catalina touched the back of her head, expecting to feel blood, but only finding wet hair. Will must have cleaned it up. "They took Elizabeth," said Will after a moment. "I went to Norrington, but they aren't taking any action so I thought...maybe Jack Sparrow would know where to find her-"
"What are you going to do?" Catalina touched his hand, but Will offered no response. He was expecting his sister to chastise him for turning to the pirate for help. But she didn't. "Will, Elizabeth is my best friend and my only female friend at that. I'm not going to sit around and wait for her to come home. Whatever you do, I'm coming with you."
His first thought was to protest, but he couldn't hide his sister from anything. Catalina was strong; there was no denying that. In fact, she could easily be a threat to anyone in battle. "I can't stop you." Said Will, "Even if I tried, you'd find some way to get your hand in this mess. We'll go to the pirate's cell"
Jack Sparrow was now the lone prisoner of Port Royale. All others had escaped in the invasion. But no, not Jack Sparrow, who was to be hung this morning. The great Captain Jack Sparrow was stuck. He had called for the stupid mutt, but, well, she'd ran away with her damn key. He'd ran at the barred door and slammed his shoulder into it, hoping to jar it lose. The only gain that came from this was a slightly jarred arm. Escape was hopeless for the moment. So Jack lay on his back, hat over the eyes, simply biding his time.
Will charged down the stairs to the dungeon, Catalina close behind him. Catalina stared through the barred wall and saw...no one. Then she looked down, noticing the Captain lying on the floor. "You," Will demanded, "Sparrow!"
"Aye?" The pirate responded, propping himself on his elbows. Jack grinned at Will, but noticed the sister behind him, apparently looking for something. Jack believed, however, she was searching for anything but himself. She finally glanced in Jack's direction and he tipped his hat, almost politely.
Will stepped in front of his gaze as he drew nearer to the cell door. "You are familiar with that ship, The Black Pearl?"
"I've heard of it." Jack leaned to his left side and managed to make eye contact again with the sister. Grinning smugly, he offered a small wave of the hand to her which was not returned so kindly. Her eyes stayed cold for the moment they were aligned with Jack's, but she looked down and walked out of his view. Jack balanced on his left shoulder trying to see the girl again.
But Will stepped in front of him. "Where does it make berth?" He said, with a touch of hostility.
Jack gave up his search for the girl and lay back on his hands again. "Where does it make Berf? 'Ave you not heard the stories. 'Captain' Barbossa," he said in mocking respect, "and his crew of miscreants sailed from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. It's an island that cannot be found...except by those who already know where it is.
Will rolled his eyes, but tried to remain calm, "The ship's real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?"
"Why ask me?"
"Because you're a pirate," Will rested his hands on the bars in defeat.
Jack knew the boy was being worn down. He had to get some fire under him, and he knew just the way with this one. "And you want to turn pirate yourself, s'that it?" He tried to stifle a smile, but the joke was only too well played. Jack sat up, anticipating a response.
The boy released the bars only to grab them hard. He pulled his face as near to the cell as possible and was grateful the bars separated him from the pirate. "Never!" He cried with a great deal of animosity in his voice. The boy had delivered another overreaction quite beautifully. Jack could've sworn Will was about to spit on him, but he didn't he sighed and lowered his voice. "They took Miss Swan."
Jack smiled brightly and clapped his hands together. "Oh, so it is that you've found a girl!" Oh the joys of always being right! "I see. Well, if you're intending to brave all hasten to her rescue and so win fair lady's heart, you'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me."
~
Catalina took a deep breath and stepped forward. "We can get you out of here." Will stared at her, confused, but caught on after a second.
"My my, we've ventured out from behind brother Will to rescue the pirate." Jack crooned, only loud enough for me to hear. At a loss for words, Catalina glared at him as Will examined the door.
"She's right." Will said, "We can get you out."
"How's that? The key's run off." Instantly, a mental image of a heavy key with arms and legs hobbling around the dungeon popped into Catalina's mind. She laughed, determined to question this obviously drunken statement, but Will didn't stop to question it.
"I helped build these cells. These are half pin-barrel hinges. With the right leverage- Catalina grab that bench- and the proper application of strength, the door will lift free."
Jack bit at his fingernail, muttering something neither Will nor his sister could hear. "What's your name?" He asked suddenly.
"Will Turner."
William! Jack thought. "That will be short for William, I imagine. Good, strong name. No doubt named for your father, righ'?"
Catalina froze, bench in hand. "Yes," Will replied slowly.
"Aha." Jack didn't linger on the subject any longer. "Well, Mr. Turner, Ms. Turner, I changed me mind." He stumbled to his feet. "If you spring me from this cell, I swear on pain of death, I shall take you to the Black Pearl and Your bonny lass. Do we have an accord?" A grubby hand extended through the bars and waited for acceptance."
"Agreed," said Will eagerly. He accepted the pirate's hand and the deal was done.
"Agreed." Jack smiled. "Get me out." He motioned upwards and backed away from the door.
Catalina wedged the bench in the door so it could be used as a lever to life the steel door. It sat at a diagonal, with two legs stuck in the bars, and one end of the bench hanging in mid air. Will pushed down on the end in the air and as the door lifted out, the siblings, together, tossed the door aside. "Hurry," Will looked up the stair well, someone will have heard that."
Jack scrambled out of the cell and pointed at a spot on the wall behind Catalina. "Catie, darling, grab those for me." He turned back to Will. "Can't go without my effects."
Catalina stood, stunned. Catie? Where had he heard that? He could have just made that up, couldn't he? She'd almost forgotten what he'd asked for, but shook herself out of it. Her hands closed around the belt entailing gun and sword, and handed them to Jack. Catalina could've sworn he winked as they ran up the stair, but maybe it was just her imagination.