Author's Note: Another (really long) chapter... Woohoo! Please review. :-
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Chapter 9: Night on the Town... or on Deck
Samantha woke up with one hell of headache. It was more painful than anything she ever felt in her life. It was like she had banged her head up against a wall (or side of a boat) a couple of times.
Her eyes slowly opened and she saw blurry figures moving around behind an array of pretty colored spots. She assumed the spots weren't supposed to be there, and they weren't. They were just the effects of having half of her body slammed up against the side of a ship. Ouch.
Her eyes focused and the spots slowly went away. All she was left with was a vision of Jack and Will hovering over her with concerned looks on their faces.
"How ya been, Sammi?" That was, of course, Jack's voice.
"You've been unconscious for several hours now." And that was Will's voice.
They definitely had their distinctions.
"Wh-What happened?" Samantha looked up at them. Moving her eyes was even painful for her. She looked around her and noticed she was now on a bed (or cot) below the deck of the Interceptor.
"Well, ya tried to save Will but ya tripped over a rope and almost went overboard. If it weren't fer me, you'd be splashin' around in the Caribbean. I caught yer leg and ye hit yer head and passed out. And now yer up." Jack smiled knowingly as she smiled weakly at him.
"Are you able to get up and walk?" Will said grabbing hold of her hand. Samantha tried to stifle a chuckle as she thought of what Danielle would give to be in her situation.
"Yeah, Yeah. I'm fine. Just give me a minute." Samantha stood up with the help of Will and, surprisingly, she didn't collapse. She wobbled slightly, but she didn't collapse.
"So what's happening now?" Samantha said as she she put her hand to her head to try to calm her dizziness. Will stood in front of her to get a good look at her and see if she really was truly all right.
While Jack, on the other hand, began to explain their plan. "Currently we're in Tortuga, Sammi. I need ta speak to an old friend and he'll be able to help us on our little adventure. But you don't even seem well enough to walk around properly."
"Well," Will began as he took one last look at Samantha, "you don't have a concussion. The worst you've got is a bump on the head and a bruise."
"Can we just go?" Samantha asked both of them. "I'm very paranoid of this ship."
As they walked the streets of Tortuga, Jack talked nonstop. "Ah yes, I love Tortuga. How can you, or anyone else, not?" Jack shook his head for a moment. "It is a sad life that has never breathed deep the sweet, proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga, savvy? What do you-"
Samantha stopped and put her hand over his mouth. "Jack, please. I have a migraine and your constant talking isn't helping."
A woman, no, actually two women, stood near by. One walked up to him and Jack looked UNpleasantly surprised. "Scarlet!" He said 'happily'. In an unexpected twist, she slapped him right across the face.
Samantha's eyes got big but it hurt her head to lift her eyebrows that high.
Jack's head whipped around and he touched his now-red cheek lightly. "Not sure I deserved that." He said, looking up at Samantha and Will who still had a look of surprise on their faces.
He turned around and saw the other woman, who now stood in front of him. "Giselle!" He said with open arms.
"Who was she?!?" Giselle said, motioning to the other woman who had slapped him.
Jack looked surprised. "What?" He said as if he had no clue what was going on.
Once again, he got slapped. His head whipped around again and he looked up at Samantha and Will for the second time. "I may have deserved that."
All three of them began to walk away before Jack got injured again. "Why do you keep getting slapped by these random women, Jack?" Samantha inquired as she cringed from the pain in her head.
"Ah, don't worry 'bout that. Nothing too big." Jack said as he hopped to another subject.
Samantha, Jack, and Will walked to a small barn behind a tavern. The barn was dim and smelled like a mixture of wet hay and dirty pigs. And in all truth, there were a lot of pigs in there.
Jack found Gibbs, an old friend of his, lying on the ground next those dirty aforementioned pigs. He was sleeping and his snoring resounded throughout the barn.
Jack picked up a bucket filled with water that sat near by and threw the bucket of water at Gibbs. Gibbs was startled awake and yelled while he was still half-asleep, "Curse ye for breathin, you slack jawed idiot!" Gibbs looked up to see Jack standing over him. "Mother's love, Jack! You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleeping! 'S bad luck."
Jack just smiled, "Ah, fortunately I know how to counter it." Samantha rolled her eyes, knowing that Jack might say something profoundly stupid. "The man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking."
No, that wasn't profoundly stupid. That was just profoundly confusing. Samantha had no idea what Jack just said. But Gibbs seemed to understand it just fine and they were all about to leave when Will splashed more water on Gibbs.
"Blast! I'm already awake, boy!" Gibbs yelled.
Will scrunched his nose as he spoke, "That was for the smell."
When all three of them entered the nearby tavern, only Samantha and Will were disgusted with the hostility of the place and the lack of upkeep. On the other hand, Jack and Gibbs seemed to be perfectly at home.
"Keep a sharp eye." Jack said shiftily to Will and Samantha before sitting down at a table with Gibbs.
Samantha and Will stood nearby, but not close enough to hear what was going on between Jack and Gibbs. Wait, no, I take that back. Samantha, always one to eavesdrop, stood just in range to hear what was going on, although they talked in whispered tones so Samantha couldn't catch everything.
Will, on the other hand, was coming close to almost being violated by a heavy-set 'waitress' that wouldn't leave him alone.
Samantha heard things about going after the Black Pearl, which she already knew about. She also heard pieces of their conversation that seemed to strike up her interest...
"...know what Barbossa is up to, all I need is a crew..."
"...Captain Barbossa... not a man to suffer fools or strike a bargain..."
"..good thing I'm not a fool then, Gibbs..."
"...what makes ye think Barbossa'll give his ship to ye, Jack?"
"...it's a matter of leverage, aye?"
Samantha watched as Jack nodded to Will. Samantha found this awfully suspicious and grabbed him away from his little posse of waitresses that seemed to like him so much. "Will, listen." She said, pulling him closer.
"...the boy?"
"...only child of Bootstrap Bill Turner..."
"...feel a change in the winds. I'll find us a crew... and what about the woman?"
"...quite a looker... of no immdediate use... might come in handy later..."
"...aye..."
Samantha and Will watched as they clinked their tankards together and got up from their seats.
Samantha was very suspicious of Jack's motives by now and she didn't trust him as much as she once did. And Will knew that it all had to do with him, but he wasn't quite sure what it all meant. Either way, he wasn't about to be used as 'leverage'.
***
Danielle woke up to find that she was till leaning up against the side of her cell, also known as her 'quarters'. Her back was sore but it was a lot better than it once was.
Her lips twitched into a frown when she saw that the door to her cell was still locked. She wasn't pleased with how things were going for her and she knew there was always the possibility of it all getting worse.
Pintel and Ragetti, Danielle's two 'best buddies', walked into the brig and smiled happily.
"The crew loves Go Fish." Pintell said as he unlocked her cell. "Barbossa wants us to let you out of the cell so you can pick out a nice dress for yerself and fer Miss Turner.
Danielle sighed when she heard her stomach growl. Even Pintel and Ragetti heard it and they looked at her in surprise. "Sorry, haven't eaten all day."
And as the three walked out of the brig, Danielle said in an almost inaudible whisper, "I haven't eaten because your terminally evil captain hasn't given me anything TO eat."
Pintel and Ragetti led Danielle to a small room that had a very large closet in it. The two opened the walk-in closet and she stepped into what had to be the greatest, most beautiful assortment of dresses she had ever seen in her life. There were blue ones and white ones, green ones and red ones... all of which had there own unique design and patterns to it.
She grabbed one and tossed it to Ragetti, who had to reach into the air to get it. "I claim that one for Miss Turner." It was a deep purple that reminded Danielle of the night sky. It was a very flattering dress, even though she knew Miss Turner wouldn't like it much because she was kidnapped and it seems that everyone nowadays who is kidnapped can be just a little picky. And besides, Danielle saw the movie and she knew what dress Elizabeth was going wear.
Then Danielle grabbed a dress for herself. And I must say, it suited her perfectly in every way.
But enough of that! I'll get to that later!
Danielle tossed her dress to Pintel and all three left. She was actually enjoying the company of Pintel and Ragetti. They weren't really the evil perverts the movie made them out to be.
Pintel led the way to Elizabeth's room. He opened the door and Elizabeth looked up at them in surprise. She only gave Danielle a fleeting glance.
"You'll be dinin' with Miss Danielle and the captain. And he requests you wear a dress. Miss Danielle picked it out for you." He tossed Elizabeth the dress but she looked thoroughly disgusted.
"Well," she said snootily, "you may tell the captain that I am disinclined to acquiesce to his request."
Elizabeth was a good guy in the movie but Danielle was really annoyed anyway. "Oh for God's sake! Just put on the damn dress! It's nice and even though these guys stole it, the original owner probably paid a lot of money for it."
All three looked at her in surprise.
Pintel giggled almost like a little schoolboy before speaking, "If you don't, Miss Turner, ye'll be dinin' with the crew." He paused for a moment. "And ye'll be naked." He giggled again.
Elizabeth snatched the dress away from him and Pintel gave her a dirty look.
"Fine."
"Ok, you two," Danielle said as she began to push Pintel and Ragetti out the door, "us ladies need to get ready." She continued to push them until they were completely in the corridor beyond the door and she closed the door.
Danielle just slipped her dress over her outfit (her shirt and shorts) and she smiled goofily as she looked down at her feet. Her dress was beautiful, yet she wore old, dirty sneakers that she's probably had since high school.
I'm assuming you want to know what her dress looked like, right? It was an orange, peachy color (kinda like her hair) and it had illusioned, ruffled, short sleeves. The puffy dress was embroidered with some of the most stunning flower designs that one could imagine. This dress, like Elizabeth's, was probably worth a very scary amount of money.
Elizabeth quickly got dressed and the women made their way to the captain's quarters. On their way, Danielle spoke, "Oh, and Miss Turner, Swann, whatever you want to be called... don't be scared."
Elizabeth was confused because she had no idea what Danielle was talking about. But Danielle knew what was in store for the woman
The two women entered Barbossa's quarters and sat across from each other while Barbossa sat at the end of the table inbetween them.
There was silence for a moment or two while the three quietly ate. Danielle watched as Barbossa kept staring at Elizabeth. Barbossa saw that Elizabeth ate daintily like she was at some formal ball. Danielle could tell that Barbossa was trying not to roll his eyes.
"There's no need to stand on ceremony, nor call to impress anyone. You must be hungry." He reached for a goblet of wine and handed it to Elizabeth. "Try the wine. And the apples?" He grabbed one of those as well and he offered it to her. "One of those next."
Elizabeth stared suspiciously at him and she glanced at Danielle, hoping she would help her. Barbossa then glanced at Danielle, hoping she would help HIM.
"Sorry, I'm only here for the food." Danielle shrugged her shoulders and continued to eat the food on her plate.
Elizabeth looked to Barbossa who was giving Danielle the dirtiest of looks. "It's poisoned." She said in an almost whimpering way.
Barbossa sighed, "There would be no sense in killing ye, Miss Turner."
"Then release me!" Elizabeth cried out, "You have your trinket. I'm of no further value to you!"
Barbossa took out the medallion and held it out for Elizabeth as well as Danielle to see. "You don't know what this is, do ye?" He asked, transfixed by the dangling coin.
"It's a pirate medallion." Elizabeth said suspiciously.
Then Danielle decided to have some fun, "It's Aztec gold." When she spoke, Barbossa and Elizabeth stared at her. "There are 882 identical pieces which were delivered in a stone chest to Cortez himself. It was blood money that was paid to stop Cortez and his armies from slaughtering the poor people." Danielle stuffed her face before continuing. "But Cortez was waaay to greedy. Soo, the heathen gods put this really bad curse on the gold. Any mortal that takes out even one piece of the gold is gonna be punished for all eternity." Danielle smiled at their amazed looks.
"I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore." Elizabeth almost looked down upon the two that she was sitting with.
"Aye," began Barbossa, "but out little all-knowin' friend here is right. But my crew 'n I didn't believe the tale at first either. Buried on an island that cannot be found except for those who know where it is. Find it, we did. There be the chest, inside be the gold, we took them all. Spent them and traded them. We frittered them away... on drink and food and pleasurable company. The more we gave them away, the more we came to realize - the drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths, and all the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust. We are cursed men, Miss Turner. And Miss Danielle over her knows that already. Compelled by greed we were, and now we are consumed by it." The entire time Barbossa spoke, it was in a sad, almost regretful tone.
Danielle knew that around this time Elizabeth took the knife and hid it. And just as Danielle looked over at Elizabeth, she watched as the woman took the knife and hid it under a napkin. Elizabeth looked up and Danielle and noticed that she was watching her. Elizabeth knew that Danielle knew about the knife and she was very happy when Danielle didn't open her mouth.
"There is one way we can end our curse." Barbossa said, oblivious to what was going on between Danielle and Elizabeth. "All the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored and the blood repaid. Thanks to ye we have the final piece." Barbossa then smiled menacingly.
"And the blood to be repaid?" Elizabeth asked in an almost scared manner.
Barbossa stood up and loomed over her. "That's why there's no sense to be killin' ye... yet." He said threateningly and smiled. He offered her an apple and smiled, "Apple?"
Elizabeth and Danielle stood up at the same time and Elizabeth stabbed Barbossa with the knife that she had hid only moments before. He looked at her in a mocking way and took the knife out. "Im curious, after killing me what is it you plan on doing next?" Good question, very very good question...
Elizabeth looks at Danielle in a pleading way before bolting for the nearby door and running onto the deck which was filled with working pirates.
But there was something so very different about them. They weren't the grubby, perverted, ugly looking pirates they were before. All that was left of these pirates was decaying skin and bones. Not to mention only scraps of cloth clinging onto them. Elizabeth gasped. Then she realized why Danielle told her not to be scared.
Meanwhile, Barbossa had grabbed Danielle by the upper arm and dragged her out onto the deck. "C'mon, let's go. I'm not lettin' ye outta my sight."
"You CAN let go. I'm not going to run away. And besides, where would I go? Dive out into the Caribbean? I think not..."
"I don't care what you say or what you try to convince me of, I'm keepin' an eye on you and I'm not lettin' go."
"Look!" Barbossa yelled to Elizabeth when he and Danielle finally got on deck. "The moonlight shows us for who we really are. We are not among the living so we cannot die, but neither are we dead. For too long I've been parched with thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starvin' to death and haven't died. I feel nothing, not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea, nor the warmth of a woman's flesh." Barbossa walked out into the moonlight (still dragging Danielle along with him), which his crew were standing in, to reveal his own decaying body.
Danielle thought she was going to be sick when she looked down at the arm he was grasping only to see thin, frail bones digging into her skin.
By now Elizabeth was running all over the deck, trying to get away from these skeletons as well as Barbossa. That's when she screamed bloody murder.
"You best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner, you're in one!" He downed a goblet of wine that he had brought with him. It poured over his ribs and Danielle cringed and tried to scoot away when some of it splashed on her dress. "Ewww."
He and his crew laughed at Elizabeth who ran inside and crouched in a corner, shaking uncontrollably.
"What are ye lookin' at?!?" He finally yelled. "Back ta work!"
He then dragged Danielle back inside where they sat there and finished eating.
"By the way, Captain Barbossa, you're not going to kill me, right?" Danielle said hopefully.
"It's not in our itinerary yet." Barbossa said before shoving more food in his mouth.
"Oh." Danielle said, knowing that she would have to come up with a way not to get killed... again.
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Chapter 9: Night on the Town... or on Deck
Samantha woke up with one hell of headache. It was more painful than anything she ever felt in her life. It was like she had banged her head up against a wall (or side of a boat) a couple of times.
Her eyes slowly opened and she saw blurry figures moving around behind an array of pretty colored spots. She assumed the spots weren't supposed to be there, and they weren't. They were just the effects of having half of her body slammed up against the side of a ship. Ouch.
Her eyes focused and the spots slowly went away. All she was left with was a vision of Jack and Will hovering over her with concerned looks on their faces.
"How ya been, Sammi?" That was, of course, Jack's voice.
"You've been unconscious for several hours now." And that was Will's voice.
They definitely had their distinctions.
"Wh-What happened?" Samantha looked up at them. Moving her eyes was even painful for her. She looked around her and noticed she was now on a bed (or cot) below the deck of the Interceptor.
"Well, ya tried to save Will but ya tripped over a rope and almost went overboard. If it weren't fer me, you'd be splashin' around in the Caribbean. I caught yer leg and ye hit yer head and passed out. And now yer up." Jack smiled knowingly as she smiled weakly at him.
"Are you able to get up and walk?" Will said grabbing hold of her hand. Samantha tried to stifle a chuckle as she thought of what Danielle would give to be in her situation.
"Yeah, Yeah. I'm fine. Just give me a minute." Samantha stood up with the help of Will and, surprisingly, she didn't collapse. She wobbled slightly, but she didn't collapse.
"So what's happening now?" Samantha said as she she put her hand to her head to try to calm her dizziness. Will stood in front of her to get a good look at her and see if she really was truly all right.
While Jack, on the other hand, began to explain their plan. "Currently we're in Tortuga, Sammi. I need ta speak to an old friend and he'll be able to help us on our little adventure. But you don't even seem well enough to walk around properly."
"Well," Will began as he took one last look at Samantha, "you don't have a concussion. The worst you've got is a bump on the head and a bruise."
"Can we just go?" Samantha asked both of them. "I'm very paranoid of this ship."
As they walked the streets of Tortuga, Jack talked nonstop. "Ah yes, I love Tortuga. How can you, or anyone else, not?" Jack shook his head for a moment. "It is a sad life that has never breathed deep the sweet, proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga, savvy? What do you-"
Samantha stopped and put her hand over his mouth. "Jack, please. I have a migraine and your constant talking isn't helping."
A woman, no, actually two women, stood near by. One walked up to him and Jack looked UNpleasantly surprised. "Scarlet!" He said 'happily'. In an unexpected twist, she slapped him right across the face.
Samantha's eyes got big but it hurt her head to lift her eyebrows that high.
Jack's head whipped around and he touched his now-red cheek lightly. "Not sure I deserved that." He said, looking up at Samantha and Will who still had a look of surprise on their faces.
He turned around and saw the other woman, who now stood in front of him. "Giselle!" He said with open arms.
"Who was she?!?" Giselle said, motioning to the other woman who had slapped him.
Jack looked surprised. "What?" He said as if he had no clue what was going on.
Once again, he got slapped. His head whipped around again and he looked up at Samantha and Will for the second time. "I may have deserved that."
All three of them began to walk away before Jack got injured again. "Why do you keep getting slapped by these random women, Jack?" Samantha inquired as she cringed from the pain in her head.
"Ah, don't worry 'bout that. Nothing too big." Jack said as he hopped to another subject.
Samantha, Jack, and Will walked to a small barn behind a tavern. The barn was dim and smelled like a mixture of wet hay and dirty pigs. And in all truth, there were a lot of pigs in there.
Jack found Gibbs, an old friend of his, lying on the ground next those dirty aforementioned pigs. He was sleeping and his snoring resounded throughout the barn.
Jack picked up a bucket filled with water that sat near by and threw the bucket of water at Gibbs. Gibbs was startled awake and yelled while he was still half-asleep, "Curse ye for breathin, you slack jawed idiot!" Gibbs looked up to see Jack standing over him. "Mother's love, Jack! You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleeping! 'S bad luck."
Jack just smiled, "Ah, fortunately I know how to counter it." Samantha rolled her eyes, knowing that Jack might say something profoundly stupid. "The man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking."
No, that wasn't profoundly stupid. That was just profoundly confusing. Samantha had no idea what Jack just said. But Gibbs seemed to understand it just fine and they were all about to leave when Will splashed more water on Gibbs.
"Blast! I'm already awake, boy!" Gibbs yelled.
Will scrunched his nose as he spoke, "That was for the smell."
When all three of them entered the nearby tavern, only Samantha and Will were disgusted with the hostility of the place and the lack of upkeep. On the other hand, Jack and Gibbs seemed to be perfectly at home.
"Keep a sharp eye." Jack said shiftily to Will and Samantha before sitting down at a table with Gibbs.
Samantha and Will stood nearby, but not close enough to hear what was going on between Jack and Gibbs. Wait, no, I take that back. Samantha, always one to eavesdrop, stood just in range to hear what was going on, although they talked in whispered tones so Samantha couldn't catch everything.
Will, on the other hand, was coming close to almost being violated by a heavy-set 'waitress' that wouldn't leave him alone.
Samantha heard things about going after the Black Pearl, which she already knew about. She also heard pieces of their conversation that seemed to strike up her interest...
"...know what Barbossa is up to, all I need is a crew..."
"...Captain Barbossa... not a man to suffer fools or strike a bargain..."
"..good thing I'm not a fool then, Gibbs..."
"...what makes ye think Barbossa'll give his ship to ye, Jack?"
"...it's a matter of leverage, aye?"
Samantha watched as Jack nodded to Will. Samantha found this awfully suspicious and grabbed him away from his little posse of waitresses that seemed to like him so much. "Will, listen." She said, pulling him closer.
"...the boy?"
"...only child of Bootstrap Bill Turner..."
"...feel a change in the winds. I'll find us a crew... and what about the woman?"
"...quite a looker... of no immdediate use... might come in handy later..."
"...aye..."
Samantha and Will watched as they clinked their tankards together and got up from their seats.
Samantha was very suspicious of Jack's motives by now and she didn't trust him as much as she once did. And Will knew that it all had to do with him, but he wasn't quite sure what it all meant. Either way, he wasn't about to be used as 'leverage'.
***
Danielle woke up to find that she was till leaning up against the side of her cell, also known as her 'quarters'. Her back was sore but it was a lot better than it once was.
Her lips twitched into a frown when she saw that the door to her cell was still locked. She wasn't pleased with how things were going for her and she knew there was always the possibility of it all getting worse.
Pintel and Ragetti, Danielle's two 'best buddies', walked into the brig and smiled happily.
"The crew loves Go Fish." Pintell said as he unlocked her cell. "Barbossa wants us to let you out of the cell so you can pick out a nice dress for yerself and fer Miss Turner.
Danielle sighed when she heard her stomach growl. Even Pintel and Ragetti heard it and they looked at her in surprise. "Sorry, haven't eaten all day."
And as the three walked out of the brig, Danielle said in an almost inaudible whisper, "I haven't eaten because your terminally evil captain hasn't given me anything TO eat."
Pintel and Ragetti led Danielle to a small room that had a very large closet in it. The two opened the walk-in closet and she stepped into what had to be the greatest, most beautiful assortment of dresses she had ever seen in her life. There were blue ones and white ones, green ones and red ones... all of which had there own unique design and patterns to it.
She grabbed one and tossed it to Ragetti, who had to reach into the air to get it. "I claim that one for Miss Turner." It was a deep purple that reminded Danielle of the night sky. It was a very flattering dress, even though she knew Miss Turner wouldn't like it much because she was kidnapped and it seems that everyone nowadays who is kidnapped can be just a little picky. And besides, Danielle saw the movie and she knew what dress Elizabeth was going wear.
Then Danielle grabbed a dress for herself. And I must say, it suited her perfectly in every way.
But enough of that! I'll get to that later!
Danielle tossed her dress to Pintel and all three left. She was actually enjoying the company of Pintel and Ragetti. They weren't really the evil perverts the movie made them out to be.
Pintel led the way to Elizabeth's room. He opened the door and Elizabeth looked up at them in surprise. She only gave Danielle a fleeting glance.
"You'll be dinin' with Miss Danielle and the captain. And he requests you wear a dress. Miss Danielle picked it out for you." He tossed Elizabeth the dress but she looked thoroughly disgusted.
"Well," she said snootily, "you may tell the captain that I am disinclined to acquiesce to his request."
Elizabeth was a good guy in the movie but Danielle was really annoyed anyway. "Oh for God's sake! Just put on the damn dress! It's nice and even though these guys stole it, the original owner probably paid a lot of money for it."
All three looked at her in surprise.
Pintel giggled almost like a little schoolboy before speaking, "If you don't, Miss Turner, ye'll be dinin' with the crew." He paused for a moment. "And ye'll be naked." He giggled again.
Elizabeth snatched the dress away from him and Pintel gave her a dirty look.
"Fine."
"Ok, you two," Danielle said as she began to push Pintel and Ragetti out the door, "us ladies need to get ready." She continued to push them until they were completely in the corridor beyond the door and she closed the door.
Danielle just slipped her dress over her outfit (her shirt and shorts) and she smiled goofily as she looked down at her feet. Her dress was beautiful, yet she wore old, dirty sneakers that she's probably had since high school.
I'm assuming you want to know what her dress looked like, right? It was an orange, peachy color (kinda like her hair) and it had illusioned, ruffled, short sleeves. The puffy dress was embroidered with some of the most stunning flower designs that one could imagine. This dress, like Elizabeth's, was probably worth a very scary amount of money.
Elizabeth quickly got dressed and the women made their way to the captain's quarters. On their way, Danielle spoke, "Oh, and Miss Turner, Swann, whatever you want to be called... don't be scared."
Elizabeth was confused because she had no idea what Danielle was talking about. But Danielle knew what was in store for the woman
The two women entered Barbossa's quarters and sat across from each other while Barbossa sat at the end of the table inbetween them.
There was silence for a moment or two while the three quietly ate. Danielle watched as Barbossa kept staring at Elizabeth. Barbossa saw that Elizabeth ate daintily like she was at some formal ball. Danielle could tell that Barbossa was trying not to roll his eyes.
"There's no need to stand on ceremony, nor call to impress anyone. You must be hungry." He reached for a goblet of wine and handed it to Elizabeth. "Try the wine. And the apples?" He grabbed one of those as well and he offered it to her. "One of those next."
Elizabeth stared suspiciously at him and she glanced at Danielle, hoping she would help her. Barbossa then glanced at Danielle, hoping she would help HIM.
"Sorry, I'm only here for the food." Danielle shrugged her shoulders and continued to eat the food on her plate.
Elizabeth looked to Barbossa who was giving Danielle the dirtiest of looks. "It's poisoned." She said in an almost whimpering way.
Barbossa sighed, "There would be no sense in killing ye, Miss Turner."
"Then release me!" Elizabeth cried out, "You have your trinket. I'm of no further value to you!"
Barbossa took out the medallion and held it out for Elizabeth as well as Danielle to see. "You don't know what this is, do ye?" He asked, transfixed by the dangling coin.
"It's a pirate medallion." Elizabeth said suspiciously.
Then Danielle decided to have some fun, "It's Aztec gold." When she spoke, Barbossa and Elizabeth stared at her. "There are 882 identical pieces which were delivered in a stone chest to Cortez himself. It was blood money that was paid to stop Cortez and his armies from slaughtering the poor people." Danielle stuffed her face before continuing. "But Cortez was waaay to greedy. Soo, the heathen gods put this really bad curse on the gold. Any mortal that takes out even one piece of the gold is gonna be punished for all eternity." Danielle smiled at their amazed looks.
"I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore." Elizabeth almost looked down upon the two that she was sitting with.
"Aye," began Barbossa, "but out little all-knowin' friend here is right. But my crew 'n I didn't believe the tale at first either. Buried on an island that cannot be found except for those who know where it is. Find it, we did. There be the chest, inside be the gold, we took them all. Spent them and traded them. We frittered them away... on drink and food and pleasurable company. The more we gave them away, the more we came to realize - the drink would not satisfy, food turned to ash in our mouths, and all the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust. We are cursed men, Miss Turner. And Miss Danielle over her knows that already. Compelled by greed we were, and now we are consumed by it." The entire time Barbossa spoke, it was in a sad, almost regretful tone.
Danielle knew that around this time Elizabeth took the knife and hid it. And just as Danielle looked over at Elizabeth, she watched as the woman took the knife and hid it under a napkin. Elizabeth looked up and Danielle and noticed that she was watching her. Elizabeth knew that Danielle knew about the knife and she was very happy when Danielle didn't open her mouth.
"There is one way we can end our curse." Barbossa said, oblivious to what was going on between Danielle and Elizabeth. "All the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored and the blood repaid. Thanks to ye we have the final piece." Barbossa then smiled menacingly.
"And the blood to be repaid?" Elizabeth asked in an almost scared manner.
Barbossa stood up and loomed over her. "That's why there's no sense to be killin' ye... yet." He said threateningly and smiled. He offered her an apple and smiled, "Apple?"
Elizabeth and Danielle stood up at the same time and Elizabeth stabbed Barbossa with the knife that she had hid only moments before. He looked at her in a mocking way and took the knife out. "Im curious, after killing me what is it you plan on doing next?" Good question, very very good question...
Elizabeth looks at Danielle in a pleading way before bolting for the nearby door and running onto the deck which was filled with working pirates.
But there was something so very different about them. They weren't the grubby, perverted, ugly looking pirates they were before. All that was left of these pirates was decaying skin and bones. Not to mention only scraps of cloth clinging onto them. Elizabeth gasped. Then she realized why Danielle told her not to be scared.
Meanwhile, Barbossa had grabbed Danielle by the upper arm and dragged her out onto the deck. "C'mon, let's go. I'm not lettin' ye outta my sight."
"You CAN let go. I'm not going to run away. And besides, where would I go? Dive out into the Caribbean? I think not..."
"I don't care what you say or what you try to convince me of, I'm keepin' an eye on you and I'm not lettin' go."
"Look!" Barbossa yelled to Elizabeth when he and Danielle finally got on deck. "The moonlight shows us for who we really are. We are not among the living so we cannot die, but neither are we dead. For too long I've been parched with thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starvin' to death and haven't died. I feel nothing, not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea, nor the warmth of a woman's flesh." Barbossa walked out into the moonlight (still dragging Danielle along with him), which his crew were standing in, to reveal his own decaying body.
Danielle thought she was going to be sick when she looked down at the arm he was grasping only to see thin, frail bones digging into her skin.
By now Elizabeth was running all over the deck, trying to get away from these skeletons as well as Barbossa. That's when she screamed bloody murder.
"You best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner, you're in one!" He downed a goblet of wine that he had brought with him. It poured over his ribs and Danielle cringed and tried to scoot away when some of it splashed on her dress. "Ewww."
He and his crew laughed at Elizabeth who ran inside and crouched in a corner, shaking uncontrollably.
"What are ye lookin' at?!?" He finally yelled. "Back ta work!"
He then dragged Danielle back inside where they sat there and finished eating.
"By the way, Captain Barbossa, you're not going to kill me, right?" Danielle said hopefully.
"It's not in our itinerary yet." Barbossa said before shoving more food in his mouth.
"Oh." Danielle said, knowing that she would have to come up with a way not to get killed... again.
