Chapter 10:
A/N: Ha! Finally things are back to normal, I'm sitting in my un-godly chair which causes my back severe pain, all wrapped up in my warm fluffy comforter, and a nice sized cup of coffee perched next to me, yes everything is fine. Where did the time go?
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC, which I undoubtedly regret, but I do own the DVD! If that counts?
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"I don't know how much longer I can stay in this room without any food. I'm starving!" I plopped myself backwards onto the bed complaining constantly about my aching stomach. "It won't stop! It just keeps rumbling; it wants food!"
"Shut your trap! God knows I'm as hungry as you but I'm not screaming about it now am I? That's what I thought, now go find something useful to do!" Ana's Jamaican accent rang through my ears.
"Like what? We're locked in a bloody room! What the hell do you expect me to do? Jump out the window?"
"Now there's an idea. Did you think of that one all by yourself?"
"Sod off," I stood and walked over to the small window, it was on the port side of the ship. "It appears that there is something going on up on top deck."
"Really now? Have any idea what that might be?" Ana sat up and looked at me sarcastically. I was in no mood to be made fun of or harassed but it seemed that she didn't care.
"If I did, don't you think I would tell you?" She rolled her eyes and turned away. 'Finally,' I thought, 'my chance to do something edgy without her yelling and screaming.' I stuck my head out of the small window and looked at how far away I was from the ocean then looked skywards as if to measure the distance between the deck and me. Then, without hesitation, I pulled the upper half of my body through the window, trying my best to keep hidden at the same time.
There was a shout and then rather harsh yanking on my legs, a man from the deck above was heading towards the edge to investigate the noises. "Pull me in! Pull me in!"
In one large yanking movement I flew back into the room landing heavily on my arse. Ana slammed the window shut as the pirate turned away ignoring his intuitions.
"What the bleeding hell do you think you were doing?" Ana's face was literally an inch away from mine, and steaming mad.
"Jumping out the window," I said cockily waiting to see her become infuriated with me. "What do you think? I was seeing if I could get a glimpse at what they were doing! Or is that not alright with you?"
She backed up rethinking her position, "and did you see what they were doing?"
"Maybe," I smiled evilly.
"Not this game again! You did this to me with the watch; now tell me! What did you see?"
I stood and rubbed my bum some more before answering. "It appears to me that they are setting up to lower the rowboats. But only on the starboard side."
"Well why would they be doing that?"
"My best guess is because the Pearl is appearing a little ways off on the port side."
"Then they're alive," her face lit up with joy and of hope for survival.
"It would appear so."
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"LOAD THE CANNONS!" Sparrow walked in long strides down the center of the deck.
"Jack? Do you think this wise? I mean we're practically opening ourselves up to them! We might as well be wearing a sign that says Shot me I'm Jack Sparrow, Captain of the Black Pearl!"
"Now son, that would be what is referred to as tacky." Jack turned away and tied some loose rope.
"But Jack, listen-."
"I am listening boy, but you just ramble." Will glared at Sparrow viciously, "Will, have I ever steered you in the wrong direction?"
"No," he sighed lightly.
"Then trust me." He turned to the rest of his crew, "When we reach the Sleeping Death, I will have you show no quarter! This man has accused us of taking something of his, two pirates. But I say that they are ours and by god lets take them back!" The crew shared in a roguish cheer before continuing with their preparations for battle.
Will walked next to Jack as they entered his cabin and spoke in a whisper to him, "you call that a speech?"
"It was the best I could do on such short notice." Sparrow sat down in his chair and polished his pistol until he could see his tanned face smiling back at him in it.
"Jack, I know this probably is not the nest time to be asking about this but about Norrington," William starred at Jack with concern locked deep within his eyes.
"What about Norrington?" The unruly pirate peered up at the young man without any fear or concern.
"Well, don't you think that it is odd he hasn't interfered yet?"
"I suppose, but then again he might not know. He was a very oblivious man last time I had a talk with him, although I can't blame him. He was rather distracted by your dear Elizabeth."
"Last time you had a talk with him? I didn't know you talked to him."
"Does accusations of past crimes before sending me off to the gallows not count as casual chat?"
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I sat still and silent next to Ana in a rowboat off the starboard side of the Sleeping death, Millson's ship. He rammed in the door to our room and dragged us out by our hair screaming at us the entire time then tossed us into the rowboat. He warned us that if we made one sound or looked at him the wrong way he would not hesitate to cut our throats and let the crew of the Black Pearl find our corpses.
Christopher sat just behind me, no doubt smiling like an idiot over his 'won' prize, me. I, on the other hand was very shaken and unsure of what to do. I thought it would be the end of us that is until I saw the Pearl's crew fill the deck of the Sleeping Death. Turner looked around almost viciously like he was in great need of something that he had lost.
Ana followed my gaze and I knew she had found whom I was starring at, I could tell that she wanted so badly to say something to me but she couldn't. Then reality hit me like a slap in the face, Miss Swann appeared next to him. Her warm complexion and tender touch, she is the woman he wants the one who is perfect.
"Alright you scoundrels, lets row back to the ship," Millson's hand caressed Ana's shoulder and she winced slightly but kept a straight face.
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"Jack! The rowboats!" Turner shouted across the deck but it was too late some of the rowboats had already begun to empty and their inhabitants poured onto the ship. The ship was brought instantly into an all out slaughter. Men were beating each other with swords and guns were fired. Their retched sound rang through my ears piercing my mind.
"Captain, there is still one boat out there," Gibbs butchered another man as he informed Sparrow.
He finished with the pirate he was presently fighting and made his way over to the railing. "Hello there Captain Sparrow!" Millson shouted from the boat, "still alive, are you? Well that's just too bad because I was just about to kill you're lovely crew members so that they could be with you one last time, oh well."
He grabbed Ana by her hair and pulled her neck into view, Christopher held my head parallel to the floor of the little rowboat with my curls in my face. The blade was raised to Ana's neck and I had to do something, anything so I did the first thing that came to mind, "I have what you're looking for!"
Millson froze in his spot, "what?"
"I have what I stole from you, the pocket watch? I have it." My heart was racing and I was praying to God that my proposition would intrigue him.
"Where is it?" His voice was low and stern.
"You must take me and Ana back to the ship first and once the item id returned to you, you must set us free and ensure the safety of our crew."
Millson took a moment's time to think about the offer before dropping the blade and rowing us back to the ship. Sparrow was told to back away from us and two pirates did a very good job at keeping him there. I had watched Ana motion to him that we were okay despite the obvious beatings we had undergone.
"Alright Reynolds, you're back on the ship. Where is my watch?" Millson held out his hand in anticipation of the worn silver pocket watch.
"It's downstairs in our room where I had hid it from you." I spoke in a very humble tone as to not upset him but it seems I had anyway because he reared his hand back and let it whip across Ana's face. I cringed as I watched her lick her blood stained lips, he knew how to get Sparrow angry instead of beating me for my wrongs he was going to beat her, right in front of Sparrow.
Sparrow watched in horror, gritting his teeth constantly. Millson changed his mood back to a pleasant yet conniving tone, "lead on, Reynolds. Leave the other one here but keep a good hold of her."
I could still hear the sound of the fighting as I made my way down to Ana and mine's room. I walked through the broken door and stepped into our tiny cabin. The room was horrid, things were scattered everywhere, our bed linens and dresses were torn and tattered from the small battle this morning.
"Keep it moving Reynolds! We don't have all day!" He shoved me further into the room.
"I'll have to look for it because the room is a mess and it could be anywhere now." Millson nodded and I started my search by the window, moving things around and then scanning the floor for evidence pretending that I knew something. Then when Millson finally looked away I found my chance of escape and lifted myself out the window climbing up the side of the ship.
He made an effort at grabbing my foot but was unsuccessful. I felt yet another hand latch onto mine and pull me over the railing once I had reached the top. But I was overjoyed when I had found that it was Turner. "God, Turner, am I glad to see you!"
I felt myself wrap my arms around him pulling him into a hug, his warm arms held me closer to his chest. As usual I soon found that moment over when Millson popped up on deck and ran for me.
Turner let go of me allowing me the chance to escape as I dashed to the mast. Millson was right behind me and I found myself distracted by Ana and Sparrow's freedom, which caused me to be pinned to the floor by my enemy. I screamed in terror and then in one quick movement he was off of me.
It was Miss Swann she had knocked him off of me and was now wrestling with him on the floor, "RUN REYNOLDS! RUN!" I was hesitant at leaving her there but knew that I had no choice but to get away or else I would be dead. I grabbed a hold of the running rigging and began climbing as fast as I could to get away.
The battle going on bellow me was bloody and deadly, the two crews were still fighting. I checked behind me once more and found Elizabeth unconscious on the deck floor and Millson after me once more.
I made it to the crow's nest and in unsheathing my cutlass I waited for Millson to catch up with me. I must admit that I was scared beyond belief and terrified when He stepped up onto the platform and swung at me with his sword. I had no idea what I was going to do and there was not nearly enough space up there.
Ana made an effort to reach the mast as Sparrow grabbed her and pulled her back, "JUSTINE!"
"Calm down Ana, stop this!" Sparrow tried to reason with her but it was no use.
"I have to help her Jack, I have to help!" Tears came to her eyes and she could feel pain and anger fill her.
"There are somethings that a person must do on their own, he needs to do this on his own."
Ana ripped herself away from him, "are you blind? She needs my help! She is just a young girl, Jack, she cannot do this on her own, not yet!" Ana ran to the running rigging, "I'm coming Justine!"
Sparrow stood stunned as he gazed up at me, my hair flew out of my face and my shirt clung to my feminine figure, "Reynolds is a woman!" Then a thought flew through his mind a memory from his dream, "'Martha! Martha please stop!' Her cries seemed to wield empty hopes. She peered to the steps where a small child was poking her head through the railing watching the events as they continued. 'Justine! Get up stairs now! You listen to mommy, get up stairs!' The girl took off up the steps running from the scene."
A shriek escaped from my vocal cords as I was thrown against the mast and Millson's blade scraped across my back. I looked down at Sparrow who just stood there in awe at my presence.
Without warning Ana appeared knocking Millson to the side for a moment. She grabbed a hold of me as if to say 'thank God you're still alive.' Just then Millson knocked us from the crow's nest and we flew off like feathers from a goose.
I hit straight into the running rigging and became tangled in it, I watched Ana zoom past me, "ANA!" I must have screamed harshly because mostly everyone turned around and watched as her body flew through the air and made contact with the deck floor.
I heard Elizabeth scream continuously and all the time my hand stayed stretched out as if I still had the chance at saving her. Sparrow went to her side and tried to get her to wake up, I wasn't sure if she was dead but in a moment it wouldn't matter to me.
Millson approached the running rigging with his sword extended ready to chop and hack me to pieces but he did something very unexpected. He raised the cutlass as I tried my best to untangle myself from the rope but then I felt myself falling. With one hack he had chopped the end of the running rigging off and I fell backwards with the rope still entangled around me pushing more rapidly towards the water.
I plunged into the water choking on the rope, which was strangling me and became more wrapped up in the running rigging as I tried to get free. This was the end for me; I felt it coming.
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A/N: So how was it? Dramatic enough? Enough fighting? Please review and tell me what you thought. More to come soon! Ta!
A/N: Ha! Finally things are back to normal, I'm sitting in my un-godly chair which causes my back severe pain, all wrapped up in my warm fluffy comforter, and a nice sized cup of coffee perched next to me, yes everything is fine. Where did the time go?
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC, which I undoubtedly regret, but I do own the DVD! If that counts?
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"I don't know how much longer I can stay in this room without any food. I'm starving!" I plopped myself backwards onto the bed complaining constantly about my aching stomach. "It won't stop! It just keeps rumbling; it wants food!"
"Shut your trap! God knows I'm as hungry as you but I'm not screaming about it now am I? That's what I thought, now go find something useful to do!" Ana's Jamaican accent rang through my ears.
"Like what? We're locked in a bloody room! What the hell do you expect me to do? Jump out the window?"
"Now there's an idea. Did you think of that one all by yourself?"
"Sod off," I stood and walked over to the small window, it was on the port side of the ship. "It appears that there is something going on up on top deck."
"Really now? Have any idea what that might be?" Ana sat up and looked at me sarcastically. I was in no mood to be made fun of or harassed but it seemed that she didn't care.
"If I did, don't you think I would tell you?" She rolled her eyes and turned away. 'Finally,' I thought, 'my chance to do something edgy without her yelling and screaming.' I stuck my head out of the small window and looked at how far away I was from the ocean then looked skywards as if to measure the distance between the deck and me. Then, without hesitation, I pulled the upper half of my body through the window, trying my best to keep hidden at the same time.
There was a shout and then rather harsh yanking on my legs, a man from the deck above was heading towards the edge to investigate the noises. "Pull me in! Pull me in!"
In one large yanking movement I flew back into the room landing heavily on my arse. Ana slammed the window shut as the pirate turned away ignoring his intuitions.
"What the bleeding hell do you think you were doing?" Ana's face was literally an inch away from mine, and steaming mad.
"Jumping out the window," I said cockily waiting to see her become infuriated with me. "What do you think? I was seeing if I could get a glimpse at what they were doing! Or is that not alright with you?"
She backed up rethinking her position, "and did you see what they were doing?"
"Maybe," I smiled evilly.
"Not this game again! You did this to me with the watch; now tell me! What did you see?"
I stood and rubbed my bum some more before answering. "It appears to me that they are setting up to lower the rowboats. But only on the starboard side."
"Well why would they be doing that?"
"My best guess is because the Pearl is appearing a little ways off on the port side."
"Then they're alive," her face lit up with joy and of hope for survival.
"It would appear so."
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"LOAD THE CANNONS!" Sparrow walked in long strides down the center of the deck.
"Jack? Do you think this wise? I mean we're practically opening ourselves up to them! We might as well be wearing a sign that says Shot me I'm Jack Sparrow, Captain of the Black Pearl!"
"Now son, that would be what is referred to as tacky." Jack turned away and tied some loose rope.
"But Jack, listen-."
"I am listening boy, but you just ramble." Will glared at Sparrow viciously, "Will, have I ever steered you in the wrong direction?"
"No," he sighed lightly.
"Then trust me." He turned to the rest of his crew, "When we reach the Sleeping Death, I will have you show no quarter! This man has accused us of taking something of his, two pirates. But I say that they are ours and by god lets take them back!" The crew shared in a roguish cheer before continuing with their preparations for battle.
Will walked next to Jack as they entered his cabin and spoke in a whisper to him, "you call that a speech?"
"It was the best I could do on such short notice." Sparrow sat down in his chair and polished his pistol until he could see his tanned face smiling back at him in it.
"Jack, I know this probably is not the nest time to be asking about this but about Norrington," William starred at Jack with concern locked deep within his eyes.
"What about Norrington?" The unruly pirate peered up at the young man without any fear or concern.
"Well, don't you think that it is odd he hasn't interfered yet?"
"I suppose, but then again he might not know. He was a very oblivious man last time I had a talk with him, although I can't blame him. He was rather distracted by your dear Elizabeth."
"Last time you had a talk with him? I didn't know you talked to him."
"Does accusations of past crimes before sending me off to the gallows not count as casual chat?"
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I sat still and silent next to Ana in a rowboat off the starboard side of the Sleeping death, Millson's ship. He rammed in the door to our room and dragged us out by our hair screaming at us the entire time then tossed us into the rowboat. He warned us that if we made one sound or looked at him the wrong way he would not hesitate to cut our throats and let the crew of the Black Pearl find our corpses.
Christopher sat just behind me, no doubt smiling like an idiot over his 'won' prize, me. I, on the other hand was very shaken and unsure of what to do. I thought it would be the end of us that is until I saw the Pearl's crew fill the deck of the Sleeping Death. Turner looked around almost viciously like he was in great need of something that he had lost.
Ana followed my gaze and I knew she had found whom I was starring at, I could tell that she wanted so badly to say something to me but she couldn't. Then reality hit me like a slap in the face, Miss Swann appeared next to him. Her warm complexion and tender touch, she is the woman he wants the one who is perfect.
"Alright you scoundrels, lets row back to the ship," Millson's hand caressed Ana's shoulder and she winced slightly but kept a straight face.
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"Jack! The rowboats!" Turner shouted across the deck but it was too late some of the rowboats had already begun to empty and their inhabitants poured onto the ship. The ship was brought instantly into an all out slaughter. Men were beating each other with swords and guns were fired. Their retched sound rang through my ears piercing my mind.
"Captain, there is still one boat out there," Gibbs butchered another man as he informed Sparrow.
He finished with the pirate he was presently fighting and made his way over to the railing. "Hello there Captain Sparrow!" Millson shouted from the boat, "still alive, are you? Well that's just too bad because I was just about to kill you're lovely crew members so that they could be with you one last time, oh well."
He grabbed Ana by her hair and pulled her neck into view, Christopher held my head parallel to the floor of the little rowboat with my curls in my face. The blade was raised to Ana's neck and I had to do something, anything so I did the first thing that came to mind, "I have what you're looking for!"
Millson froze in his spot, "what?"
"I have what I stole from you, the pocket watch? I have it." My heart was racing and I was praying to God that my proposition would intrigue him.
"Where is it?" His voice was low and stern.
"You must take me and Ana back to the ship first and once the item id returned to you, you must set us free and ensure the safety of our crew."
Millson took a moment's time to think about the offer before dropping the blade and rowing us back to the ship. Sparrow was told to back away from us and two pirates did a very good job at keeping him there. I had watched Ana motion to him that we were okay despite the obvious beatings we had undergone.
"Alright Reynolds, you're back on the ship. Where is my watch?" Millson held out his hand in anticipation of the worn silver pocket watch.
"It's downstairs in our room where I had hid it from you." I spoke in a very humble tone as to not upset him but it seems I had anyway because he reared his hand back and let it whip across Ana's face. I cringed as I watched her lick her blood stained lips, he knew how to get Sparrow angry instead of beating me for my wrongs he was going to beat her, right in front of Sparrow.
Sparrow watched in horror, gritting his teeth constantly. Millson changed his mood back to a pleasant yet conniving tone, "lead on, Reynolds. Leave the other one here but keep a good hold of her."
I could still hear the sound of the fighting as I made my way down to Ana and mine's room. I walked through the broken door and stepped into our tiny cabin. The room was horrid, things were scattered everywhere, our bed linens and dresses were torn and tattered from the small battle this morning.
"Keep it moving Reynolds! We don't have all day!" He shoved me further into the room.
"I'll have to look for it because the room is a mess and it could be anywhere now." Millson nodded and I started my search by the window, moving things around and then scanning the floor for evidence pretending that I knew something. Then when Millson finally looked away I found my chance of escape and lifted myself out the window climbing up the side of the ship.
He made an effort at grabbing my foot but was unsuccessful. I felt yet another hand latch onto mine and pull me over the railing once I had reached the top. But I was overjoyed when I had found that it was Turner. "God, Turner, am I glad to see you!"
I felt myself wrap my arms around him pulling him into a hug, his warm arms held me closer to his chest. As usual I soon found that moment over when Millson popped up on deck and ran for me.
Turner let go of me allowing me the chance to escape as I dashed to the mast. Millson was right behind me and I found myself distracted by Ana and Sparrow's freedom, which caused me to be pinned to the floor by my enemy. I screamed in terror and then in one quick movement he was off of me.
It was Miss Swann she had knocked him off of me and was now wrestling with him on the floor, "RUN REYNOLDS! RUN!" I was hesitant at leaving her there but knew that I had no choice but to get away or else I would be dead. I grabbed a hold of the running rigging and began climbing as fast as I could to get away.
The battle going on bellow me was bloody and deadly, the two crews were still fighting. I checked behind me once more and found Elizabeth unconscious on the deck floor and Millson after me once more.
I made it to the crow's nest and in unsheathing my cutlass I waited for Millson to catch up with me. I must admit that I was scared beyond belief and terrified when He stepped up onto the platform and swung at me with his sword. I had no idea what I was going to do and there was not nearly enough space up there.
Ana made an effort to reach the mast as Sparrow grabbed her and pulled her back, "JUSTINE!"
"Calm down Ana, stop this!" Sparrow tried to reason with her but it was no use.
"I have to help her Jack, I have to help!" Tears came to her eyes and she could feel pain and anger fill her.
"There are somethings that a person must do on their own, he needs to do this on his own."
Ana ripped herself away from him, "are you blind? She needs my help! She is just a young girl, Jack, she cannot do this on her own, not yet!" Ana ran to the running rigging, "I'm coming Justine!"
Sparrow stood stunned as he gazed up at me, my hair flew out of my face and my shirt clung to my feminine figure, "Reynolds is a woman!" Then a thought flew through his mind a memory from his dream, "'Martha! Martha please stop!' Her cries seemed to wield empty hopes. She peered to the steps where a small child was poking her head through the railing watching the events as they continued. 'Justine! Get up stairs now! You listen to mommy, get up stairs!' The girl took off up the steps running from the scene."
A shriek escaped from my vocal cords as I was thrown against the mast and Millson's blade scraped across my back. I looked down at Sparrow who just stood there in awe at my presence.
Without warning Ana appeared knocking Millson to the side for a moment. She grabbed a hold of me as if to say 'thank God you're still alive.' Just then Millson knocked us from the crow's nest and we flew off like feathers from a goose.
I hit straight into the running rigging and became tangled in it, I watched Ana zoom past me, "ANA!" I must have screamed harshly because mostly everyone turned around and watched as her body flew through the air and made contact with the deck floor.
I heard Elizabeth scream continuously and all the time my hand stayed stretched out as if I still had the chance at saving her. Sparrow went to her side and tried to get her to wake up, I wasn't sure if she was dead but in a moment it wouldn't matter to me.
Millson approached the running rigging with his sword extended ready to chop and hack me to pieces but he did something very unexpected. He raised the cutlass as I tried my best to untangle myself from the rope but then I felt myself falling. With one hack he had chopped the end of the running rigging off and I fell backwards with the rope still entangled around me pushing more rapidly towards the water.
I plunged into the water choking on the rope, which was strangling me and became more wrapped up in the running rigging as I tried to get free. This was the end for me; I felt it coming.
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A/N: So how was it? Dramatic enough? Enough fighting? Please review and tell me what you thought. More to come soon! Ta!
