Disclaimer - Nope not a DT (dern thang). Don't own a DT. All copyright of Disney. S'all theirs.
I swear that I am finishing this story. I mean, hello... I have a sequel in the works. I'm busy with school already. Do NOT panic. I will be updating - just not as much.
I love you all still. Promise! And DO NOT worry! I am not leaving my story to rot on the rocks... or hang in the gallows... or... well, you get the picture.
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Chapter 10 - When Lightening Strikes Water
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"Will ... " Elizabeth watched as the Queen Anne's Revenge sailed off, leaving her and Will in a boat (well - it was more of a raft) to get 'safely' back to Palm Rock. She laughed a little. There was no way that they would ever find their way back to Palm Rock alive. Blackbeard was cruel ... and unless he really did keep his word...
"Yes?" Elizabeth shook her head clear of all thought. Will was rowing and not even paying attention to her.
"Do you think - "
"Elizabeth!!" Will nearly fell off the raft-boat-thing.
"What!?" Elizabeth looked in the direction that Will was looking. Black sails! The Black Pearl!
"Jack must have swam to the Revenge, Elizabeth. No other way." Will grinned and looked at the food. "Bet it's poison."
"Definitely. But - how could he swim so far?" Elizabeth looked back towards the Queen Anne's Revenge, and then back to the Pearl. They were right in the middle of the two. And Elizabeth could barely see the Queen Anne's Revenge anymore. There was no way that the Revenge could see the Pearl.
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow... probably made a few whistles and a heard of sea cows came at his beck and call." Will began to row towards the Black Pearl, clearly not believing that luck had came to their side.
"Oh, nonsense."
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"Then things went black. Blacker than black." Catharine was leaning against the cell, using her hands to tell the story. "I heard a 'whoosh' go past my head." She moved her left hand across her face as if fanning herself. "And would you believe it but the idiot was trying to duel against me... *ME*... in the dark."
Cat sighed and looked at the Captain in the corner. It was rather unusual having him be still, silent ... and sober to boot. Odd combination on this Captain.
"Well, then we fought." Cat moved her hands as if fighting an invisible opponent. "He did not even have the slightest of any chance. One quick thrust... " She snapped her fingers. "Dead. And that's where I was first called the Black Cat. Defeating someone in the blackest and darkest of places. I think he wanted that name for himself..."
Still no movement.
"Jack," Cat snorted, "I want you to know that you are the worst cell partner I have ever had." She paused. "Well, I've never been in a cell before - but I'm sure that at least other cell partners talk."
Jack looked up at her tilting his hat up. His eyes were in a hard stare and he tilted the hat back over them, turning to face the other side of the cell. Cat heaved another sigh.
"Impossible... you are impossible." Cat folded her arms defiantly, her eyes narrowed, and her nostrils flaring. "You have nerve, Captain... SPARROW!"
She could not take him not talking to her anymore. How many times had she apologized already while he was sitting there on that barrel? At least twenty times if not more. Damn him for being such a... a... man!
Catharine stood up straight, the searing pain in her back took over, but she pushed it back. "You ... I cannot believe that you are not talking to me! A nod... a nod! Can I have a nod? Or just wave your right pinky toe, for God's sake!! I have apologized so many times..." Her voice broke.
The pain from the lashing and the pain of having a friend of hers not even give her the time of day was too much. She collapsed to the floor in a sobbing fit.
Jack yanked around and tipped his hat up. He jumped up and bent down to her, and put his hand on her back. Her muscles tensed from the pain and when he lifted up his hand, blood was seeping through her clothes. His eyes went wide and he just shook his head.
"How many times?" Jack's voice was monotone.
"Moses' Law with the cat-o-nine-tails." Cat said through gritted teeth, and then she passed out. Jack sat on the ground beside her and put the hat under her head. He shook his head and went back to his barrel muttering ... "Moses' Law... on a woman? Not even Barbossa would 'ave done that..."
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Blackbeard watched as the sun arose. The Isle of Spirits would be arising from the depths of the sea at any moment now. He held the map close to his chest, as if it were his lifeline.
"Bring down the main mast, Gents!" Blackbeard held up the hand with the map. "Here be were the Isle'll be arisin' from dear ol' Davy Jones. Oh... an' the prisoner's." The crew chuckled. "They'll want ter see this."
Two pirates went down into the brig and came back up with Jack and Cat. Jack was struggling to get loose as well as kicking at anything that came close to him. Cat walked on her own accord; the pirate's hand was at the middle of her back pushing in on the wounds.
"Argh, glad ter sees that ye're healthy." Blackbeard opened the map and showed it to Jack. "Look Jack. The Isle o' Spirits. Do ye remember? Remember how it comes out o' the sea... "
As soon as Blackbeard had said it... a huge bolt of lightning streaked from the rising sun and hit the water right in front of the Queen Anne's Revenge. The crack of thunder created a surge of waves, and as if it were a miracle, none of the waves came close to the ship. The water began to rise in front of the ship, and the only sound louder than the whooshing of the water was of Blackbeard's cackling laugh.
When the waves ceased, a fog appeared and Blackbeard stood there, as if waiting for something. And then, as quickly as the fog appeared, it disappeared and in its place ... there was land.
"Land ahoy, me 'earties! Drop anchor, and ready the 'ostages!" Blackbeard yelled at the top of his lungs.
More pirates swarmed around Cat and Jack and picked them up. They tossed them into the water, letting them swim to land.
"Cold!" Cat was shocked by how cold the water was. Especially in the Caribbean, and it not even being winter. The shock slowed down her swimming, but she knew that she had to, or else the salt would get into all the wounds and she would be in a terrible mess of pain.
Blackbeard leaned over the rail of the ship and yelled down to Jack and Cat, now crawling onto the shore. "Now that yer on the isle... yer ter be bringin' me all the treasure."
Cat rolled her eyes, "And if we don't!" She screamed at Blackbeard from the sandy beach. She could feel the salt from the water seeping into her wounds. She winced and sat down exhausted.
"Ye're going ter die anyway, me dear." Blackbeard waved at her cheerily, as if it was the best news he had heard in a long time. "Oh, an' Jack!" Jack was looking at his boots, clearly not enjoying the situation. "Ye can kill 'er if ye want. She is on my side... great li'l actress ain't she? The Black Cat, she is. We'll be back fer ye ... that is ... if ye ain't dead either." And with that Blackbeard's face disappeared from the side of the ship, and Jack and Cat watched as the Queen Anne's Revenge sailed into the fog.
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A/N : Yeehaw! 'Nother one o' them cliffhanger thangs. Muah! Ha! Ha! Bwah! Ha! Ha! *cough*choke* HA!
Yes - this be a rather short chappy. But, guess what - s'all good. It's startin' to get good. Isle of Spirits... BABY!
Review please... or else I shalt never update again! *more evil cackles and laughter... and... snorting?* Oh, well. :)
I swear that I am finishing this story. I mean, hello... I have a sequel in the works. I'm busy with school already. Do NOT panic. I will be updating - just not as much.
I love you all still. Promise! And DO NOT worry! I am not leaving my story to rot on the rocks... or hang in the gallows... or... well, you get the picture.
______
Chapter 10 - When Lightening Strikes Water
______
"Will ... " Elizabeth watched as the Queen Anne's Revenge sailed off, leaving her and Will in a boat (well - it was more of a raft) to get 'safely' back to Palm Rock. She laughed a little. There was no way that they would ever find their way back to Palm Rock alive. Blackbeard was cruel ... and unless he really did keep his word...
"Yes?" Elizabeth shook her head clear of all thought. Will was rowing and not even paying attention to her.
"Do you think - "
"Elizabeth!!" Will nearly fell off the raft-boat-thing.
"What!?" Elizabeth looked in the direction that Will was looking. Black sails! The Black Pearl!
"Jack must have swam to the Revenge, Elizabeth. No other way." Will grinned and looked at the food. "Bet it's poison."
"Definitely. But - how could he swim so far?" Elizabeth looked back towards the Queen Anne's Revenge, and then back to the Pearl. They were right in the middle of the two. And Elizabeth could barely see the Queen Anne's Revenge anymore. There was no way that the Revenge could see the Pearl.
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow... probably made a few whistles and a heard of sea cows came at his beck and call." Will began to row towards the Black Pearl, clearly not believing that luck had came to their side.
"Oh, nonsense."
******
"Then things went black. Blacker than black." Catharine was leaning against the cell, using her hands to tell the story. "I heard a 'whoosh' go past my head." She moved her left hand across her face as if fanning herself. "And would you believe it but the idiot was trying to duel against me... *ME*... in the dark."
Cat sighed and looked at the Captain in the corner. It was rather unusual having him be still, silent ... and sober to boot. Odd combination on this Captain.
"Well, then we fought." Cat moved her hands as if fighting an invisible opponent. "He did not even have the slightest of any chance. One quick thrust... " She snapped her fingers. "Dead. And that's where I was first called the Black Cat. Defeating someone in the blackest and darkest of places. I think he wanted that name for himself..."
Still no movement.
"Jack," Cat snorted, "I want you to know that you are the worst cell partner I have ever had." She paused. "Well, I've never been in a cell before - but I'm sure that at least other cell partners talk."
Jack looked up at her tilting his hat up. His eyes were in a hard stare and he tilted the hat back over them, turning to face the other side of the cell. Cat heaved another sigh.
"Impossible... you are impossible." Cat folded her arms defiantly, her eyes narrowed, and her nostrils flaring. "You have nerve, Captain... SPARROW!"
She could not take him not talking to her anymore. How many times had she apologized already while he was sitting there on that barrel? At least twenty times if not more. Damn him for being such a... a... man!
Catharine stood up straight, the searing pain in her back took over, but she pushed it back. "You ... I cannot believe that you are not talking to me! A nod... a nod! Can I have a nod? Or just wave your right pinky toe, for God's sake!! I have apologized so many times..." Her voice broke.
The pain from the lashing and the pain of having a friend of hers not even give her the time of day was too much. She collapsed to the floor in a sobbing fit.
Jack yanked around and tipped his hat up. He jumped up and bent down to her, and put his hand on her back. Her muscles tensed from the pain and when he lifted up his hand, blood was seeping through her clothes. His eyes went wide and he just shook his head.
"How many times?" Jack's voice was monotone.
"Moses' Law with the cat-o-nine-tails." Cat said through gritted teeth, and then she passed out. Jack sat on the ground beside her and put the hat under her head. He shook his head and went back to his barrel muttering ... "Moses' Law... on a woman? Not even Barbossa would 'ave done that..."
******
Blackbeard watched as the sun arose. The Isle of Spirits would be arising from the depths of the sea at any moment now. He held the map close to his chest, as if it were his lifeline.
"Bring down the main mast, Gents!" Blackbeard held up the hand with the map. "Here be were the Isle'll be arisin' from dear ol' Davy Jones. Oh... an' the prisoner's." The crew chuckled. "They'll want ter see this."
Two pirates went down into the brig and came back up with Jack and Cat. Jack was struggling to get loose as well as kicking at anything that came close to him. Cat walked on her own accord; the pirate's hand was at the middle of her back pushing in on the wounds.
"Argh, glad ter sees that ye're healthy." Blackbeard opened the map and showed it to Jack. "Look Jack. The Isle o' Spirits. Do ye remember? Remember how it comes out o' the sea... "
As soon as Blackbeard had said it... a huge bolt of lightning streaked from the rising sun and hit the water right in front of the Queen Anne's Revenge. The crack of thunder created a surge of waves, and as if it were a miracle, none of the waves came close to the ship. The water began to rise in front of the ship, and the only sound louder than the whooshing of the water was of Blackbeard's cackling laugh.
When the waves ceased, a fog appeared and Blackbeard stood there, as if waiting for something. And then, as quickly as the fog appeared, it disappeared and in its place ... there was land.
"Land ahoy, me 'earties! Drop anchor, and ready the 'ostages!" Blackbeard yelled at the top of his lungs.
More pirates swarmed around Cat and Jack and picked them up. They tossed them into the water, letting them swim to land.
"Cold!" Cat was shocked by how cold the water was. Especially in the Caribbean, and it not even being winter. The shock slowed down her swimming, but she knew that she had to, or else the salt would get into all the wounds and she would be in a terrible mess of pain.
Blackbeard leaned over the rail of the ship and yelled down to Jack and Cat, now crawling onto the shore. "Now that yer on the isle... yer ter be bringin' me all the treasure."
Cat rolled her eyes, "And if we don't!" She screamed at Blackbeard from the sandy beach. She could feel the salt from the water seeping into her wounds. She winced and sat down exhausted.
"Ye're going ter die anyway, me dear." Blackbeard waved at her cheerily, as if it was the best news he had heard in a long time. "Oh, an' Jack!" Jack was looking at his boots, clearly not enjoying the situation. "Ye can kill 'er if ye want. She is on my side... great li'l actress ain't she? The Black Cat, she is. We'll be back fer ye ... that is ... if ye ain't dead either." And with that Blackbeard's face disappeared from the side of the ship, and Jack and Cat watched as the Queen Anne's Revenge sailed into the fog.
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A/N : Yeehaw! 'Nother one o' them cliffhanger thangs. Muah! Ha! Ha! Bwah! Ha! Ha! *cough*choke* HA!
Yes - this be a rather short chappy. But, guess what - s'all good. It's startin' to get good. Isle of Spirits... BABY!
Review please... or else I shalt never update again! *more evil cackles and laughter... and... snorting?* Oh, well. :)