I just want to clarify some things up. Don't worry, I'll continue
this fic. I'm enjoying it myself and I did not mean for my author's note to
sound bitchy, but I put up two chapters and didn't get any reviews for
them, so I wanted to make sure that people were still reading. Anyway, this
story will continue.
A few of you asked me about the nickname "Ducks", so I'll tell you why I chose it. My older brother's best friend is from England and he's like a second older brother to me and he calls me "Ducks" and when I wrote this, I could picture Jack saying it, so it worked. Don't ask me why I'm called that, I tried, he won't tell me, but I found it rather cute, so I'm not protesting.
Oh, and Mary Hayden I'm sorry about the ff.net nickname you wanted, but I love CMM. I know it has nothing to do with this story, but I wrote OTH and GG fics too, I didn't want a second penname either. I planned to do other catagories. Click on my name and check them out if you want. Oh and about that claus, this is a slight AU fic, so I didn't think of it that way. Um, let's just say, Jack was marooned a few years later, making Elizabeth fourteen or so. She is the same age as Will, don't worry, not Jack. I agree with the odd factor.
Chapter 6:
Elizabeth sat at the table, glaring at Barbossa with immense loathing. She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed, unimpressed by the elaborate meal that had been set out. Infact, she was wondering why the hell Barbossa was bothering being nice to her.
"Come on, eat. You must be starving." Barbossa encouraged, a smile on his face.
She couldn't argue with that. She was starving, but she tossed one more glare, Barbossa's way, before digging in. Never, had food tasted so good, well, wait, it had tasted this good after she and Jack got off that island.
"Try the wine." He handed her a glass. She foolishly gulped it down, enjoying the taste. She hadn;t had wine in awhile. And the apples, one of those next." He held a ripe green apple out to her.
She gulped and felt the color drain from her face, when the thought jumped into her head. "It's poisened(sp?)." She stated, bringing a hand to her stomache in a somewhat protective gesture, although, she knew if the food had been poisened nothing could save her.
Barbossa laughed heartily, causing her pulse to jump. "Ms. Sparrow, we have no means to be killing you."
"Why not? It's not as if you need me." She argued.
"Yes, but it has been quite awhile since there has been a woman on board, not since yerself. My men would like a woman's presence now and again." He grinned.
"You sick Bastard." She hissed. "I will not be a playtoy for your cursed crew!"
"Ah, so you do know about the curse. Well then, you know we can't really enjoy your company, at least not that way." Barbossa stood up to stroke his wretched monkey.
Elizabeth grabbed the knife and hid it in her napkin, waiting for the opportune moment. "I don't know much about your curse Captian, just that you're skeletal in the moonlight. Jack knows the details more than I."
"Ah, the moonlight shows us for what we really are, neither living nor dead." He turned to her, moving closer.
She siezed her chance and slammed her knife home. Barbossa merely laughed and pulled it out of his chest. "I'm curious, Lass. What did you plan to do after killing me?"
Elizabeth bolted out of the cabin, only to scream in shock at the crew in skeletal form. Suddenly she was being propelled around, before she tripped and fell through the deck. Luckily, the crew had been waiting for her with an old sheet. They bounced her up and she screamed, wanting off. As if her thought had caused it, a skeletal pirate swung on a rope and caught her midair. Swinging her to the top neck. She sent a heel kick up into his chest, before running to the opposite side of the wheel. She turned the wheel, eahc spoke hit him under the chin, before his neck snapped and to her shock, he out it back in place.
She screamed, running and hiding beneath the steps. The monkey found her though, and he was more vile cursed than normal. She ran back for the cabin, where Barbossa caught her and tossed her in, closing the doors behind her. She heard laughing outside, but paid no mind to it. How could she fight pirates that couldn't die?
Will fought against the stormy wind, securing the cannons with the rest of the crew. This storm was getting ugly. It was going to tear right through the sails if they kept going. Jack, however, stood dormant in is spot. Glancing down every so often at his compass, that didn't point North.
His thoughts strayed to Elizabeth, hoping she was alright. Jack had been right about one thing, she was beautiful and they were pirates, he shuddered to think of what they'd do to her. He was with Jack one hundred percent, he'd kill them all given the chance. He knew Elizabeth could protect herself as best as she could, but she had been taken captive without any weapons, while they had them.
"Boy, secure that next cannon!" Gibbs yelled, pointing to a sliding cannon.
Will threw himself at it, pushing with all his might. The cannon rolled back to its spot and Will retied the ropes. Well, he had wanted an adventure, now he found it. He just hoped that Elizabeth didn't get killed during it.
Jack snapped his compass closed. The more this storm raged, the more time Elizabeth would be spending with Barbossa's crew. White hot rage went through his veins at the very thought. She was not what they wanted, so who's to say they'd be nice to her.
"Jack, we've got to lay anchor!" Gibbs yelled,running up the steps to the top deck.
"She can hold a bit longer." Jack argued, watching the sails strain against the storm. 'Not too much longer, but longer enough to get a little further.' He thought.
"What are you doing?" Gibbs's eyes widened.
"We're catching up." Jack's tone was final, as he steered the ship through the rough waters. "The Diamond Cutter" was the second best ship to "the Pearl", she could weather this a bit longer and no one knew ships better than he did. Even if they built them, Jack could find faults that were rather serious.
His gaze drifted to Will, who was securing the cannons. The boy had some strength on him, thank god. Annamaria was a little farther down, doing just as well as the men, maybe even better. He smiled at the thought. Elizabeth and Annamaria were the only females he had ever met that took no crap from men and worked just as hard as they did. He knew he'd never have to worry about her in a scuffle for she could hold her own.
All he need was Elizabeth and "The Pearl" and his life would be perfect. Sure, "The Diamond Cutter" wasn't going anywere. His gaze fell on Will again. Maybe, just maybe, the boy could handle a ship, with Elizabeth's help it wouldn't be too hard for him. The boy was trustworthy and his father was Bootstrap Bill. We'll just have to see what happens.
TBC Review if you want more.
A few of you asked me about the nickname "Ducks", so I'll tell you why I chose it. My older brother's best friend is from England and he's like a second older brother to me and he calls me "Ducks" and when I wrote this, I could picture Jack saying it, so it worked. Don't ask me why I'm called that, I tried, he won't tell me, but I found it rather cute, so I'm not protesting.
Oh, and Mary Hayden I'm sorry about the ff.net nickname you wanted, but I love CMM. I know it has nothing to do with this story, but I wrote OTH and GG fics too, I didn't want a second penname either. I planned to do other catagories. Click on my name and check them out if you want. Oh and about that claus, this is a slight AU fic, so I didn't think of it that way. Um, let's just say, Jack was marooned a few years later, making Elizabeth fourteen or so. She is the same age as Will, don't worry, not Jack. I agree with the odd factor.
Chapter 6:
Elizabeth sat at the table, glaring at Barbossa with immense loathing. She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed, unimpressed by the elaborate meal that had been set out. Infact, she was wondering why the hell Barbossa was bothering being nice to her.
"Come on, eat. You must be starving." Barbossa encouraged, a smile on his face.
She couldn't argue with that. She was starving, but she tossed one more glare, Barbossa's way, before digging in. Never, had food tasted so good, well, wait, it had tasted this good after she and Jack got off that island.
"Try the wine." He handed her a glass. She foolishly gulped it down, enjoying the taste. She hadn;t had wine in awhile. And the apples, one of those next." He held a ripe green apple out to her.
She gulped and felt the color drain from her face, when the thought jumped into her head. "It's poisened(sp?)." She stated, bringing a hand to her stomache in a somewhat protective gesture, although, she knew if the food had been poisened nothing could save her.
Barbossa laughed heartily, causing her pulse to jump. "Ms. Sparrow, we have no means to be killing you."
"Why not? It's not as if you need me." She argued.
"Yes, but it has been quite awhile since there has been a woman on board, not since yerself. My men would like a woman's presence now and again." He grinned.
"You sick Bastard." She hissed. "I will not be a playtoy for your cursed crew!"
"Ah, so you do know about the curse. Well then, you know we can't really enjoy your company, at least not that way." Barbossa stood up to stroke his wretched monkey.
Elizabeth grabbed the knife and hid it in her napkin, waiting for the opportune moment. "I don't know much about your curse Captian, just that you're skeletal in the moonlight. Jack knows the details more than I."
"Ah, the moonlight shows us for what we really are, neither living nor dead." He turned to her, moving closer.
She siezed her chance and slammed her knife home. Barbossa merely laughed and pulled it out of his chest. "I'm curious, Lass. What did you plan to do after killing me?"
Elizabeth bolted out of the cabin, only to scream in shock at the crew in skeletal form. Suddenly she was being propelled around, before she tripped and fell through the deck. Luckily, the crew had been waiting for her with an old sheet. They bounced her up and she screamed, wanting off. As if her thought had caused it, a skeletal pirate swung on a rope and caught her midair. Swinging her to the top neck. She sent a heel kick up into his chest, before running to the opposite side of the wheel. She turned the wheel, eahc spoke hit him under the chin, before his neck snapped and to her shock, he out it back in place.
She screamed, running and hiding beneath the steps. The monkey found her though, and he was more vile cursed than normal. She ran back for the cabin, where Barbossa caught her and tossed her in, closing the doors behind her. She heard laughing outside, but paid no mind to it. How could she fight pirates that couldn't die?
Will fought against the stormy wind, securing the cannons with the rest of the crew. This storm was getting ugly. It was going to tear right through the sails if they kept going. Jack, however, stood dormant in is spot. Glancing down every so often at his compass, that didn't point North.
His thoughts strayed to Elizabeth, hoping she was alright. Jack had been right about one thing, she was beautiful and they were pirates, he shuddered to think of what they'd do to her. He was with Jack one hundred percent, he'd kill them all given the chance. He knew Elizabeth could protect herself as best as she could, but she had been taken captive without any weapons, while they had them.
"Boy, secure that next cannon!" Gibbs yelled, pointing to a sliding cannon.
Will threw himself at it, pushing with all his might. The cannon rolled back to its spot and Will retied the ropes. Well, he had wanted an adventure, now he found it. He just hoped that Elizabeth didn't get killed during it.
Jack snapped his compass closed. The more this storm raged, the more time Elizabeth would be spending with Barbossa's crew. White hot rage went through his veins at the very thought. She was not what they wanted, so who's to say they'd be nice to her.
"Jack, we've got to lay anchor!" Gibbs yelled,running up the steps to the top deck.
"She can hold a bit longer." Jack argued, watching the sails strain against the storm. 'Not too much longer, but longer enough to get a little further.' He thought.
"What are you doing?" Gibbs's eyes widened.
"We're catching up." Jack's tone was final, as he steered the ship through the rough waters. "The Diamond Cutter" was the second best ship to "the Pearl", she could weather this a bit longer and no one knew ships better than he did. Even if they built them, Jack could find faults that were rather serious.
His gaze drifted to Will, who was securing the cannons. The boy had some strength on him, thank god. Annamaria was a little farther down, doing just as well as the men, maybe even better. He smiled at the thought. Elizabeth and Annamaria were the only females he had ever met that took no crap from men and worked just as hard as they did. He knew he'd never have to worry about her in a scuffle for she could hold her own.
All he need was Elizabeth and "The Pearl" and his life would be perfect. Sure, "The Diamond Cutter" wasn't going anywere. His gaze fell on Will again. Maybe, just maybe, the boy could handle a ship, with Elizabeth's help it wouldn't be too hard for him. The boy was trustworthy and his father was Bootstrap Bill. We'll just have to see what happens.
TBC Review if you want more.