Elizabeth Swann arose from her sleep to find Jack Sparrow sitting at her bedside. "Ah…good morning, Elizabeth! Er, actually it's good afternoon, isn't it?"
"What happened…?" Elizabeth sat up on the bed, looking very bewildered and rubbing the side of her head.
"My men had to knock you out. Gibbs said you put up quite a struggle, so he had no choice but to. Of course, if he did hurt you, I'll do my best to make you feel better, Elizabeth." Jack began to inch his way toward her.
Elizabeth glared at him harshly. "It's Miss Swann."
Jack backed off a bit now. "Yes, Miss Swann. Right."
"And I'm all right," Elizabeth continued. Then looking around, she questioned, "But what am I doing here?"
"Oh yes…I was afraid you'd ask that…" Jack mumbled, rising to his feet. "Well, you see Eliz - Miss Swann, my crew and I have run into a bit of a snag." Elizabeth raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "We're after the treasure of Inwata."
"And how is it that I can help with that?" Elizabeth asked.
"I'm glad you asked!" Jack exclaimed, whirling toward her a bit, and slightly gesturing with his arms in front of him. "You see, there's this temple, the temple of Inwata, and it has these great big doors - I mean they are these colossal, mammoth things, really - that we just can't seem to get open. But, if we could just get a 'chaste young maiden' to light these torches - just a couple of them - by the doors, they will magically open and the treasure will be ours, savvy?" Jack then narrowed his eyes quizzically, "You and Will - you haven't done anything yet, have you?"
"Jack!" Elizabeth exclaimed in outrage. Realizing Jack was still staring at her with uncertainty, she stated candidly, "No, Jack."
"Oh, good then!" Jack grinned as he headed to leave the cabin, "We're all set."
"No, we are not 'all set,'" Elizabeth quickly countered, standing up.
Jack frowned and halted to turn back to her. "We're not?"
"No, we're not. Firstly, why did you kidnap me? You could have just asked, you know."
Jack gave her a half shrug. "We're pirates, love. We had to kidnap you. It's what we do, savvy?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "We didn't think you'd mind really…" Jack trailed off weakly.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, Elizabeth went on, "Well, I do mind. What my father and Will must think!"
"Don't worry; I took care of that. I left Will a little note telling him all about it."
Elizabeth looked relieved and fell back on the bed. "Oh good. He'll be here for me shortly, then."
"Wha-what?" Jack now turned to her, with a bit of desperation. "But aren't you going to help us? Help me?"
"No!" Elizabeth proclaimed.
Jack grimaced at her answer, and then came to a realization. "Oh, I see." Clearing his throat he asked patiently, "Elizabeth, love, would you please assist my crew and I on our journey to Panama and help us retrieve the treasure of Inwata?" He quickly added, "Please?"
Elizabeth looked at him in disbelief; "No!"
"But - why not? You just said all I had to do was ask."
"Because it's absolutely ridiculous, Jack! I can't go with you to Pana -" She had difficulty with the pronunciation. "Well, wherever it is that you're going! It's absurd"
"Elizabeth…" Jack trailed off, looking frustrated with her, but kept his temper as best he could. "All right; we'll give you five percent of our plunder."
"No!"
"Well, you're not getting anymore than that, you hear! I've already given up ten percent."
"Jack, I don't want your treasure! I want to go back to Port Royale."
"And you will," Jack assured her, "Once we made a quick little stop in Panama."
Elizabeth rose to her feet and let out short, aggravated shrill sigh. Looking up to him, she pointed a finger and declared, "You are the most inconsiderate, selfish man -"
"Pirate," Jack corrected her, wincing a bit as if she might hit him.
Elizabeth only glowered, but went on. "Most selfish pirate that I know. And to think I wanted to invite you to our wedding!"
"Oooo, a wedding!" Jack clasped his hands together in excitement at this, "I love weddings! Will there be rum?"
"Get out!" Elizabeth now ordered, shoving him to the door, "Please, just go!" Jack staggered out of the cabin and found himself on the deck of the Black Pearl.
"I think she just kicked me out of my own cabin…" Jack trailed off in a mutter as Gibbs approached him.
"So, what she say? Is she on board?" He asked.
"Ehh…not quite…" Jack replied.
"Not quite," Gibbs repeated skeptically.
"But she will be," Jack assured him.
"She will be," Gibbs repeated once more, still skeptical.
"Yes," Jack said with a forced smile. "After all, who could resist the charm of Captain Jack Sparrow?"
Gibbs frowned. "I'll try talking to her."
Jack nodded in agreement, "Yes, that'll be good." Gibbs complied, and disappeared into the cabin, leaving Jack alone on deck, who instinctively began to shout out orders to the rest of his crew.
Commodore Norrington did not know where he was. He was pretty certain he was on a ship - a pirate's ship to be precise. Yet, he was blindfolded and his arms tightly bound behind his back as he was being pushed around by the rowdy crew of the ship. He was still light-headed from the blow he took to his head, as well as the slight beating he was taking now. "Let's slit his throat now," one of the pirates declared.
"Yeah, let's run him through!" agreed another.
"I say we chop him up into little bits and feed him to the sharks," another one muttered, earning some hearty chuckles of agreement.
"Or we could eat him ourselves!" another one, burly, spoke up with a dumb laugh and a drunken hiccup.
At this, there was silence, as all the pirates looked over at the slightly plump pirate. One, a lanky one named Lefty, spoke up, "Horace, that's disgusting."
"We can torch him till he's all ash and bone!" Another exclaimed, rekindling the original enthusiasm.
"I still say we make his blood spill over the deck." the first pirate grumbled, placing his sword against Norrington's neck, Norrington on his knees now.
"No," came a voice from above on the upper deck, where a tall, slim man regally stood. He slowly walked down the wooden steps and into the moonlight; the sun had just finished setting. Flamboyant in appearance, his golden hair was long and curly and his moustache was also golden and curled at the end. He wore a large hat, with a fluffy purple feather in it, and a long matching jacket, purple and blue with golden buttons. On his hands were extravagant rings of gold and silver with gaudy jewels in them and he wore black boots that reached his knees.
"Captain," the crew murmured, giving him their full attention. He give a quick wave of his hand and said, "Lefty. Riggles." Lefty and a small pirate standing at only five feet one, Riggles, quickly realized the captain was instructing them to remove Norrington's blindfold. They complied immediately, revealing Norrington's eyes, which remained as dignified as he could will them to be.
"It's too soon to be killing the Commodore yet," the Captain explained, "Not until we get to Niles Island, that is." Laughter rang out threw the crew and into the night.
"Who are you?" Norrington questioned, glaring up at the glitzy captain, his rings' gemstones glittering in the moonlight.
The Captain grinned and gave a slight bow, "Captain Rugena. And you are aboard the famous Grand Victoria. She's named after my dearly departed mother, may she rest in peace," Rugena illuminated, removing his hat from his head and laying it across his chest as if in prayer. It became apparent by Norrington's expression that he had never heard of Captain Rugena's ship. Placing his hat upon his head, Rugena smirked; "Or should I say, soon to be famous Grand Victoria." Rugena's crew enthusiastically agreed.
Swallowing hard, Norrington questioned hesitantly, "And what is it that you want with me?"
"With you, Commodore?" Captain Rugena exclaimed in jest. "Did you hear that, my fine crew? He wants to know what we want with him!" More snickering came from the pirates. Turning to Norrington, Rugena bent down and said softly, "My dear, dear, dear Commodore Norrington. Do you know what I think? I think you know what we want with you." A cruel smirk formed on his lips as Norrington's eyes narrowed. "We want to take you to Niles Island, Commodore…where I want to put a rope around your neck." A callous glint flashed through Rugena's eye before he straightened once more. Norrington remained quiet, lost for words, the dignity fading from his eyes as fear started overcoming them.
"It looks as if the Commodore doesn't have any more question, does it?" Rugena continued as went back up the stairs to the upper deck. "Aw, but don't worry my dear Commodore Norrington," Captain Rugena twirled around, coat following suit, as he stared down at the imprisoned Commodore, who's eyes met his. "It'll be a couple more days until we reach Niles Island. We'll take good, good care of you until then." The same twisted grin returned to Rugena's face as he turned his back to him, their crew cruel laughter lingering in the night.
"What happened…?" Elizabeth sat up on the bed, looking very bewildered and rubbing the side of her head.
"My men had to knock you out. Gibbs said you put up quite a struggle, so he had no choice but to. Of course, if he did hurt you, I'll do my best to make you feel better, Elizabeth." Jack began to inch his way toward her.
Elizabeth glared at him harshly. "It's Miss Swann."
Jack backed off a bit now. "Yes, Miss Swann. Right."
"And I'm all right," Elizabeth continued. Then looking around, she questioned, "But what am I doing here?"
"Oh yes…I was afraid you'd ask that…" Jack mumbled, rising to his feet. "Well, you see Eliz - Miss Swann, my crew and I have run into a bit of a snag." Elizabeth raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "We're after the treasure of Inwata."
"And how is it that I can help with that?" Elizabeth asked.
"I'm glad you asked!" Jack exclaimed, whirling toward her a bit, and slightly gesturing with his arms in front of him. "You see, there's this temple, the temple of Inwata, and it has these great big doors - I mean they are these colossal, mammoth things, really - that we just can't seem to get open. But, if we could just get a 'chaste young maiden' to light these torches - just a couple of them - by the doors, they will magically open and the treasure will be ours, savvy?" Jack then narrowed his eyes quizzically, "You and Will - you haven't done anything yet, have you?"
"Jack!" Elizabeth exclaimed in outrage. Realizing Jack was still staring at her with uncertainty, she stated candidly, "No, Jack."
"Oh, good then!" Jack grinned as he headed to leave the cabin, "We're all set."
"No, we are not 'all set,'" Elizabeth quickly countered, standing up.
Jack frowned and halted to turn back to her. "We're not?"
"No, we're not. Firstly, why did you kidnap me? You could have just asked, you know."
Jack gave her a half shrug. "We're pirates, love. We had to kidnap you. It's what we do, savvy?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "We didn't think you'd mind really…" Jack trailed off weakly.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, Elizabeth went on, "Well, I do mind. What my father and Will must think!"
"Don't worry; I took care of that. I left Will a little note telling him all about it."
Elizabeth looked relieved and fell back on the bed. "Oh good. He'll be here for me shortly, then."
"Wha-what?" Jack now turned to her, with a bit of desperation. "But aren't you going to help us? Help me?"
"No!" Elizabeth proclaimed.
Jack grimaced at her answer, and then came to a realization. "Oh, I see." Clearing his throat he asked patiently, "Elizabeth, love, would you please assist my crew and I on our journey to Panama and help us retrieve the treasure of Inwata?" He quickly added, "Please?"
Elizabeth looked at him in disbelief; "No!"
"But - why not? You just said all I had to do was ask."
"Because it's absolutely ridiculous, Jack! I can't go with you to Pana -" She had difficulty with the pronunciation. "Well, wherever it is that you're going! It's absurd"
"Elizabeth…" Jack trailed off, looking frustrated with her, but kept his temper as best he could. "All right; we'll give you five percent of our plunder."
"No!"
"Well, you're not getting anymore than that, you hear! I've already given up ten percent."
"Jack, I don't want your treasure! I want to go back to Port Royale."
"And you will," Jack assured her, "Once we made a quick little stop in Panama."
Elizabeth rose to her feet and let out short, aggravated shrill sigh. Looking up to him, she pointed a finger and declared, "You are the most inconsiderate, selfish man -"
"Pirate," Jack corrected her, wincing a bit as if she might hit him.
Elizabeth only glowered, but went on. "Most selfish pirate that I know. And to think I wanted to invite you to our wedding!"
"Oooo, a wedding!" Jack clasped his hands together in excitement at this, "I love weddings! Will there be rum?"
"Get out!" Elizabeth now ordered, shoving him to the door, "Please, just go!" Jack staggered out of the cabin and found himself on the deck of the Black Pearl.
"I think she just kicked me out of my own cabin…" Jack trailed off in a mutter as Gibbs approached him.
"So, what she say? Is she on board?" He asked.
"Ehh…not quite…" Jack replied.
"Not quite," Gibbs repeated skeptically.
"But she will be," Jack assured him.
"She will be," Gibbs repeated once more, still skeptical.
"Yes," Jack said with a forced smile. "After all, who could resist the charm of Captain Jack Sparrow?"
Gibbs frowned. "I'll try talking to her."
Jack nodded in agreement, "Yes, that'll be good." Gibbs complied, and disappeared into the cabin, leaving Jack alone on deck, who instinctively began to shout out orders to the rest of his crew.
Commodore Norrington did not know where he was. He was pretty certain he was on a ship - a pirate's ship to be precise. Yet, he was blindfolded and his arms tightly bound behind his back as he was being pushed around by the rowdy crew of the ship. He was still light-headed from the blow he took to his head, as well as the slight beating he was taking now. "Let's slit his throat now," one of the pirates declared.
"Yeah, let's run him through!" agreed another.
"I say we chop him up into little bits and feed him to the sharks," another one muttered, earning some hearty chuckles of agreement.
"Or we could eat him ourselves!" another one, burly, spoke up with a dumb laugh and a drunken hiccup.
At this, there was silence, as all the pirates looked over at the slightly plump pirate. One, a lanky one named Lefty, spoke up, "Horace, that's disgusting."
"We can torch him till he's all ash and bone!" Another exclaimed, rekindling the original enthusiasm.
"I still say we make his blood spill over the deck." the first pirate grumbled, placing his sword against Norrington's neck, Norrington on his knees now.
"No," came a voice from above on the upper deck, where a tall, slim man regally stood. He slowly walked down the wooden steps and into the moonlight; the sun had just finished setting. Flamboyant in appearance, his golden hair was long and curly and his moustache was also golden and curled at the end. He wore a large hat, with a fluffy purple feather in it, and a long matching jacket, purple and blue with golden buttons. On his hands were extravagant rings of gold and silver with gaudy jewels in them and he wore black boots that reached his knees.
"Captain," the crew murmured, giving him their full attention. He give a quick wave of his hand and said, "Lefty. Riggles." Lefty and a small pirate standing at only five feet one, Riggles, quickly realized the captain was instructing them to remove Norrington's blindfold. They complied immediately, revealing Norrington's eyes, which remained as dignified as he could will them to be.
"It's too soon to be killing the Commodore yet," the Captain explained, "Not until we get to Niles Island, that is." Laughter rang out threw the crew and into the night.
"Who are you?" Norrington questioned, glaring up at the glitzy captain, his rings' gemstones glittering in the moonlight.
The Captain grinned and gave a slight bow, "Captain Rugena. And you are aboard the famous Grand Victoria. She's named after my dearly departed mother, may she rest in peace," Rugena illuminated, removing his hat from his head and laying it across his chest as if in prayer. It became apparent by Norrington's expression that he had never heard of Captain Rugena's ship. Placing his hat upon his head, Rugena smirked; "Or should I say, soon to be famous Grand Victoria." Rugena's crew enthusiastically agreed.
Swallowing hard, Norrington questioned hesitantly, "And what is it that you want with me?"
"With you, Commodore?" Captain Rugena exclaimed in jest. "Did you hear that, my fine crew? He wants to know what we want with him!" More snickering came from the pirates. Turning to Norrington, Rugena bent down and said softly, "My dear, dear, dear Commodore Norrington. Do you know what I think? I think you know what we want with you." A cruel smirk formed on his lips as Norrington's eyes narrowed. "We want to take you to Niles Island, Commodore…where I want to put a rope around your neck." A callous glint flashed through Rugena's eye before he straightened once more. Norrington remained quiet, lost for words, the dignity fading from his eyes as fear started overcoming them.
"It looks as if the Commodore doesn't have any more question, does it?" Rugena continued as went back up the stairs to the upper deck. "Aw, but don't worry my dear Commodore Norrington," Captain Rugena twirled around, coat following suit, as he stared down at the imprisoned Commodore, who's eyes met his. "It'll be a couple more days until we reach Niles Island. We'll take good, good care of you until then." The same twisted grin returned to Rugena's face as he turned his back to him, their crew cruel laughter lingering in the night.
