You know, it truly is disturbing how many people are in favour of causing
pain to Jack.
Cast of thousands: Well, be fair, more of them are in favour of killing Masters and Stenson. And we would point out that you are the one who actually IS causing as much pain to Jack as possible.
Me: That's true . at any rate, I would, as ever, like to express my gratitude to everyone who reviews my story. All comments are appreciated and noted, even the ones I don't understand.
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Will stood staring after Masters for a minute, shocked by the idea of his father doing something that dishonourable. It was possible. He only had Jack's word after all that his father had been a good man. And even if it was so, Jack himself was not exactly one to obey the rules of engagement; he always looked for the quickest way to end a fight. It could be that he had perceived nothing wrong in Bill Turner's actions.
"Mr Turner!" Norrington's voice brought him out of his trance. "I require your assistance." The Commodore was crouched beside Jack's body. Will quickly moved to join him, abandoning his worries about his heritage for concern for his friend. The pirate lay face down. "Help me turn him over. Be gentle though; we don't know what injuries he may have."
Will nodded and did as he was bid. He heard Elizabeth gasp at the sight of Jack's face. The head wound from the pistol, though invisible beneath the ever-present bandana, had bled freely and beneath the mask of blood several layers of bruises were evident.
Norrington, apparently aware of their concern said, "Wounds to the head always bleed heavily."
"So it's not as bad as it looks?" Elizabeth asked hopefully.
Norrington didn't answer her, but continued his examination. Carefully he removed Jack's bandana and investigated the injury. "That ridiculous scarf seems to have given him some protection," he commented, using the aforementioned piece of cloth to mop up some of the blood from the pirate's face. Will couldn't help but notice that he was being very gentle, something he hadn't previously imagined the man to be capable of.
Pausing unexpectedly the Commodore looked up at Will and said, "I heard what Masters said about your father. You shouldn't put your trust in the word of a pira . in the word of a man like that. If your father was anything like you, he must have been a fine and honourable man, pirate or not."
Will nodded, too surprised to speak. He felt Elizabeth's hand on his shoulder and heard her add; "Jack told you that your father was a good man. Don't take the word of an enemy over that of a friend."
"Thank you." Will whispered. He stared at the unconscious Jack, unable to meet their eyes. He frowned, suddenly noticing that there was dried blood on the pirate's shirt. He indicated it to Norrington, who carefully removed it to search for further injuries.
Mostly there seemed to be more bruises. There were a few cuts and scrapes as well, and they soon noticed the bullet wound which probably accounted for most of the blood. Will felt new anger arise in him; against Stenson, and against Masters. He wanted nothing more than to kill them both, and each and every man who served with them. He noticed that Norrington was looking at him, a look of compassionate, yet detached understanding.
"Justice will be served, Mr Turner." He promised.
He, again very gently, replaced Jack's shirt. "There are no lasting injuries." He began, but was interrupted when Jack himself suddenly sat up very fast and shouted out
"I 'aven't GOT any bloody apples, mate!"
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Will couldn't help but smile. A choking noise behind him told him that Elizabeth found it even harder to keep control of herself. Norrington, however, did no more than raise an eyebrow.
"Indeed, Mr Sparrow?" he said in a tone of extreme politeness. Jack didn't respond, instead looking round, slightly blearily, he said. "We're on the Pearl."
"Yes," Will said, wondering how awake his friend really was.
Jack's fingers crept up to the side of his head. Norrington grabbed his hand before he touched the injury. "You'll start it bleeding again." He explained.
"Where's me bandana?" Jack asked. Without a word, Norrington handed it over. Jack tied it back on and spent a few moments fixing it to his satisfaction. Then, seemingly truly awake for the first time he asked, in a completely different tone of voice "Where's Masters?"
Will opened his mouth to speak, but another voice beat him to it.
"Right here, Jack." Masters lounged in the doorway, his crew of grinning pirates behind him. He looked around the brig with an expression of disgust. "Bring them up on deck. But," he moved his hands. "Make sure they're hands are tightly tied."
He turned and strode off, apparently striving for the dramatic.
Will kept a sharp eye on Jack as they were brought up on deck. The pirate was staggering more than usual, but there was a look in his eyes, a dangerous gleam, that suggested that he was exaggerating his frailty. By the concerned looks that Norrington and even Elizabeth were shooting him though, they were unaware of it. Which hopefully meant that Masters would miss it too. He hoped that Jack had a plan.
As soon as Jack's feet hit the deck he became aware of it. He couldn't say how he knew exactly; a change in the air or the sea perhaps. He wondered how he could turn it into an advantage - but there could be no advantage if they all died. So he looked directly at Masters "There's a storm coming." He said hoping that his unusually serious tone would persuade the other that for once he was telling the truth. "A bad one. You need to drop canvas and move closer to shore for shelter."
"Oh really?" Masters smirked. "And how would you be knowing that?" The others - Will, Elizabeth, bloody Norrington - looked as though they would also like to hear his answer.
"I know." Jack struggled to remain calm. He hated this man, as much as he had hated Barbossa. "I always know. You should remember that from when we sailed together."
"I do. Which is what makes it such an obvious ploy. Really, I thought better of you Jack. Evidently our father's trust in you was misplaced."
Utter and total confusion; Jack had absolutely no idea what the man was talking about. "What?"
Masters face twisted in a sudden fit of rage. "Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about!" he spat. "It's the only possible explanation. You have to be my father's son. Why else would he have spent all that time talking to you? Why else would he have made you first mate? Why else would he have given you this ship?"
Jack was aware that Elizabeth and Will were staring at him, the question apparent in their eyes. He shook his head. "I'm not your brother." He said to Masters simply. "Your father was a good friend to mine, no more."
"Liar! He sat by your bedside for three days while you were unconscious after being shot that time."
Now that was a revelation. "Did he now? I never knew that." He said, lost for a moment in fond memory.
Masters seemed to deflate. "You really aren't his son." Jack shook his head silently. Suddenly, Masters seemed to stand a good few inches taller and a truly evil smiled graced his face. "Then there is absolutely no reason why I couldn't have killed you in the first place, is there?"
Oh damn. He hadn't thought that this would be the result of his denials. Think of something, think of something. Suddenly he spotted Stenson, standing just behind Masters shoulder, face absolutely blank. Thirty years ago, of course!
"His father was the one that killed your brother." He said his eyes trained on Stenson's.
The man blinked. "What?"
"His dad, Captain Masters as was, he was captain of this ship thirty years ago when you said your brother was killed."
Stenson turned to regard Masters, his face blank still, but in the same way as a shark's.
"Very nice Jack." Masters said approvingly. Then he pulled out a pistol and shot Stenson through the heart. "But still not quite good enough."
Stenson staggered backwards a few steps, utter astonishment visible in his every feature. He turned and looked Jack directly in the eye. It was impossible to be sure if what was there was an accusation or a plea for forgiveness. He crumpled.
Never let anyone see that you are surprised. That was what old Captain Masters had told him and he held to it. "Why, thank you mate. Saves me the bother of doing it meself." He smiled broadly at Masters, sensing Elizabeth's look of horror. The man had been an insane bastard, but still the casualness of the slaying, and of his reaction to it ..
"You monster." He couldn't tell if Will was talking to him or Masters. Right then he didn't care; the storm grew closer all the time.
Masters looked at Will. "Quiet Bootstrap " he snarled. "I'll get to you soon."
Oh god, he thought Will was his father. Why had the whelp given out his real name?
Masters turned back to Jack, answering his last comment. "You wouldn't have done it. Your soft, always trying to do the right thing. Hasn't anyone ever told you, you can't be a pirate and a good man?"
"Your father was." Jack answered steadily.
"There was no profit in it for him. You could even say he died because of it." On seeing Jack's frown he continued. "Its amazing how some poisonings can look like natural deaths, isn't it?"
"You killed your own father?" The exclamation came from Norrington.
Jack scarcely heard it. He was oblivious to the fact that he was bound and unarmed, to the fact that he was surrounded by enemies with swords and to the fact that his opponent had both sword and pistol. He was unaware everything but his enemy, standing there, boasting about the murder of one of his dearest friends. Unthinkingly, Jack charged at Masters.
Dark storm clouds gathered.
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Not his smartest moment, poor lamb. If you watch the movie, the only time when Jack seems entirely lacking in self control - assuming that he is more than he appears to be - is on the beach after Elizabeth has burnt the rum. And that's a funny moment. Interesting to ponder exactly what it would take to make him do something truly stupid. I reckon this qualifies. What do you think? Honestly?
Ha! Stenson is dead. Good, he was beginning to seriously freak me out. Was anyone expecting Masters to be the one as killed him?
I need reviews, this story is taking over my life and mind, knowing that there is a point helps.
Cast of thousands: Well, be fair, more of them are in favour of killing Masters and Stenson. And we would point out that you are the one who actually IS causing as much pain to Jack as possible.
Me: That's true . at any rate, I would, as ever, like to express my gratitude to everyone who reviews my story. All comments are appreciated and noted, even the ones I don't understand.
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Will stood staring after Masters for a minute, shocked by the idea of his father doing something that dishonourable. It was possible. He only had Jack's word after all that his father had been a good man. And even if it was so, Jack himself was not exactly one to obey the rules of engagement; he always looked for the quickest way to end a fight. It could be that he had perceived nothing wrong in Bill Turner's actions.
"Mr Turner!" Norrington's voice brought him out of his trance. "I require your assistance." The Commodore was crouched beside Jack's body. Will quickly moved to join him, abandoning his worries about his heritage for concern for his friend. The pirate lay face down. "Help me turn him over. Be gentle though; we don't know what injuries he may have."
Will nodded and did as he was bid. He heard Elizabeth gasp at the sight of Jack's face. The head wound from the pistol, though invisible beneath the ever-present bandana, had bled freely and beneath the mask of blood several layers of bruises were evident.
Norrington, apparently aware of their concern said, "Wounds to the head always bleed heavily."
"So it's not as bad as it looks?" Elizabeth asked hopefully.
Norrington didn't answer her, but continued his examination. Carefully he removed Jack's bandana and investigated the injury. "That ridiculous scarf seems to have given him some protection," he commented, using the aforementioned piece of cloth to mop up some of the blood from the pirate's face. Will couldn't help but notice that he was being very gentle, something he hadn't previously imagined the man to be capable of.
Pausing unexpectedly the Commodore looked up at Will and said, "I heard what Masters said about your father. You shouldn't put your trust in the word of a pira . in the word of a man like that. If your father was anything like you, he must have been a fine and honourable man, pirate or not."
Will nodded, too surprised to speak. He felt Elizabeth's hand on his shoulder and heard her add; "Jack told you that your father was a good man. Don't take the word of an enemy over that of a friend."
"Thank you." Will whispered. He stared at the unconscious Jack, unable to meet their eyes. He frowned, suddenly noticing that there was dried blood on the pirate's shirt. He indicated it to Norrington, who carefully removed it to search for further injuries.
Mostly there seemed to be more bruises. There were a few cuts and scrapes as well, and they soon noticed the bullet wound which probably accounted for most of the blood. Will felt new anger arise in him; against Stenson, and against Masters. He wanted nothing more than to kill them both, and each and every man who served with them. He noticed that Norrington was looking at him, a look of compassionate, yet detached understanding.
"Justice will be served, Mr Turner." He promised.
He, again very gently, replaced Jack's shirt. "There are no lasting injuries." He began, but was interrupted when Jack himself suddenly sat up very fast and shouted out
"I 'aven't GOT any bloody apples, mate!"
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Will couldn't help but smile. A choking noise behind him told him that Elizabeth found it even harder to keep control of herself. Norrington, however, did no more than raise an eyebrow.
"Indeed, Mr Sparrow?" he said in a tone of extreme politeness. Jack didn't respond, instead looking round, slightly blearily, he said. "We're on the Pearl."
"Yes," Will said, wondering how awake his friend really was.
Jack's fingers crept up to the side of his head. Norrington grabbed his hand before he touched the injury. "You'll start it bleeding again." He explained.
"Where's me bandana?" Jack asked. Without a word, Norrington handed it over. Jack tied it back on and spent a few moments fixing it to his satisfaction. Then, seemingly truly awake for the first time he asked, in a completely different tone of voice "Where's Masters?"
Will opened his mouth to speak, but another voice beat him to it.
"Right here, Jack." Masters lounged in the doorway, his crew of grinning pirates behind him. He looked around the brig with an expression of disgust. "Bring them up on deck. But," he moved his hands. "Make sure they're hands are tightly tied."
He turned and strode off, apparently striving for the dramatic.
Will kept a sharp eye on Jack as they were brought up on deck. The pirate was staggering more than usual, but there was a look in his eyes, a dangerous gleam, that suggested that he was exaggerating his frailty. By the concerned looks that Norrington and even Elizabeth were shooting him though, they were unaware of it. Which hopefully meant that Masters would miss it too. He hoped that Jack had a plan.
As soon as Jack's feet hit the deck he became aware of it. He couldn't say how he knew exactly; a change in the air or the sea perhaps. He wondered how he could turn it into an advantage - but there could be no advantage if they all died. So he looked directly at Masters "There's a storm coming." He said hoping that his unusually serious tone would persuade the other that for once he was telling the truth. "A bad one. You need to drop canvas and move closer to shore for shelter."
"Oh really?" Masters smirked. "And how would you be knowing that?" The others - Will, Elizabeth, bloody Norrington - looked as though they would also like to hear his answer.
"I know." Jack struggled to remain calm. He hated this man, as much as he had hated Barbossa. "I always know. You should remember that from when we sailed together."
"I do. Which is what makes it such an obvious ploy. Really, I thought better of you Jack. Evidently our father's trust in you was misplaced."
Utter and total confusion; Jack had absolutely no idea what the man was talking about. "What?"
Masters face twisted in a sudden fit of rage. "Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about!" he spat. "It's the only possible explanation. You have to be my father's son. Why else would he have spent all that time talking to you? Why else would he have made you first mate? Why else would he have given you this ship?"
Jack was aware that Elizabeth and Will were staring at him, the question apparent in their eyes. He shook his head. "I'm not your brother." He said to Masters simply. "Your father was a good friend to mine, no more."
"Liar! He sat by your bedside for three days while you were unconscious after being shot that time."
Now that was a revelation. "Did he now? I never knew that." He said, lost for a moment in fond memory.
Masters seemed to deflate. "You really aren't his son." Jack shook his head silently. Suddenly, Masters seemed to stand a good few inches taller and a truly evil smiled graced his face. "Then there is absolutely no reason why I couldn't have killed you in the first place, is there?"
Oh damn. He hadn't thought that this would be the result of his denials. Think of something, think of something. Suddenly he spotted Stenson, standing just behind Masters shoulder, face absolutely blank. Thirty years ago, of course!
"His father was the one that killed your brother." He said his eyes trained on Stenson's.
The man blinked. "What?"
"His dad, Captain Masters as was, he was captain of this ship thirty years ago when you said your brother was killed."
Stenson turned to regard Masters, his face blank still, but in the same way as a shark's.
"Very nice Jack." Masters said approvingly. Then he pulled out a pistol and shot Stenson through the heart. "But still not quite good enough."
Stenson staggered backwards a few steps, utter astonishment visible in his every feature. He turned and looked Jack directly in the eye. It was impossible to be sure if what was there was an accusation or a plea for forgiveness. He crumpled.
Never let anyone see that you are surprised. That was what old Captain Masters had told him and he held to it. "Why, thank you mate. Saves me the bother of doing it meself." He smiled broadly at Masters, sensing Elizabeth's look of horror. The man had been an insane bastard, but still the casualness of the slaying, and of his reaction to it ..
"You monster." He couldn't tell if Will was talking to him or Masters. Right then he didn't care; the storm grew closer all the time.
Masters looked at Will. "Quiet Bootstrap " he snarled. "I'll get to you soon."
Oh god, he thought Will was his father. Why had the whelp given out his real name?
Masters turned back to Jack, answering his last comment. "You wouldn't have done it. Your soft, always trying to do the right thing. Hasn't anyone ever told you, you can't be a pirate and a good man?"
"Your father was." Jack answered steadily.
"There was no profit in it for him. You could even say he died because of it." On seeing Jack's frown he continued. "Its amazing how some poisonings can look like natural deaths, isn't it?"
"You killed your own father?" The exclamation came from Norrington.
Jack scarcely heard it. He was oblivious to the fact that he was bound and unarmed, to the fact that he was surrounded by enemies with swords and to the fact that his opponent had both sword and pistol. He was unaware everything but his enemy, standing there, boasting about the murder of one of his dearest friends. Unthinkingly, Jack charged at Masters.
Dark storm clouds gathered.
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Not his smartest moment, poor lamb. If you watch the movie, the only time when Jack seems entirely lacking in self control - assuming that he is more than he appears to be - is on the beach after Elizabeth has burnt the rum. And that's a funny moment. Interesting to ponder exactly what it would take to make him do something truly stupid. I reckon this qualifies. What do you think? Honestly?
Ha! Stenson is dead. Good, he was beginning to seriously freak me out. Was anyone expecting Masters to be the one as killed him?
I need reviews, this story is taking over my life and mind, knowing that there is a point helps.
