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Chapter 11 : Rumble Runnings
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Jack narrowed his eyes into the fog and Cat just sat on the beach waiting for the one and only person who had ever survived the Isle to bark some orders.
"Didn't even give me my affects!" Jack shook his head. "All pirates, when maroonin' another pirate for certain death, give the marooned pirate at least a pistol with one shot. Havin' yer first mate commit mutiny on ya is better than this."
Cat rolled her eyes. "I know perfectly well what pirates are supposed to do and not do."
"Do ya now?" Jack's eyes were emblazoned with fury as he stomped past her and collapsed down into the sand a good 15 feet away from her.
"I know why you want your 'affects' - " Cat stood up; crystals of sand digging themselves into her wounds. "You want to get rid of me... you have been working alongside Blackbeard the entire time! You two *wanted* to get rid of me ... the best pirate who *ever* sailed the sea. There is a pistol around here somewhere, why don't you just put my out of my misery, eh, Jack? Come on! Freely giving you a chance to shoot me. Do not let this miraculous opportunity pass you by. Aren't you always one for an opportune moment?"
Jack just sat there looking into the fog. Cat figured that she had made him mad again.
"Listen, if you are not talking to me again, can you at least scribble in the sand where I can go to get off this bit of land?" Cat watched as Jack looked over and smiled at her. He then looked back out into the water. Cat lifted her chin and closed her eyes trying to hold her tongue, "Oh, I forgot - you can't write."
Jack reared his head around at this. He stood up, looked at her, reached for his pistol, realized it wasn't there, held out both his hands in a choking motion, put one hand down, the other hand curled into a fist, and he began to move forward very slowly. Cat took a wary step back, just in time when the Captain was right in front of her. His fist was shaking, he looked like he needed a drink, and fast by the look of the shaking. The fist slowly began to form... the index finger gnarled out from the fist and he pointed it right at her nose.
"I - " He yanked down his hand and turned on his heels. Cat smiled to herself.
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Catharine had caught up with Jack, he had been wanting to hide from her, now that she knew that she could get a rise out of him any time she wanted, he didn't like the idea of having her with him. Even though he had kept his cool for a while, and even through the silence, he could tell that she was formulating her next move of attack. He didn't have to wait long.
"Never would have been in the mess had I not gone soft ... and we would both be rather happy. Me? I would not be on this God-forsaken spit of an Isle. You? You... well... you... nevermind." Cat lowered her head, clearly she hadn't thought out her attack as well as she had hoped for.
"Kind o' glad ya went soft." Jack said. Cat blinked, trying to process the words.
"You know - you are actually quite nice without the rum." Cat looked at their surroundings; they had been walking away from the beach for a while now. They were on a dirt path, with an assortment of trees on either side of them. It seemed to them that the only life was the plant life. Cat shivered. "And having you not trip over your own two feet is another nice oddity."
Jack whirled around, only an inch away from her face. His hand was in a fist, and slowly morphed into a hand with the pointing finger. "Any wench would be lucky t'ave me! I am Captain Jack Sparrow, luv! Look at me!" He modeled for her with a quick turn around, his hair whipping around with the force of the turn and hitting him in the face.
"Right." Cat said sarcastically. "Like you have ever had a woman before. When that becomes reality, oh great Captain Sparrow, please, I would like to be the very first to know." She rolled her eyes and began to continue walking, but Jack grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"It has happened!" More of the pointing finger. Cat slapped his hand down and began to walk again. He grabbed her by the arm again, pulling her back. "I 'ave had too many women to count!" Jack then furrowed his brow, *A lie? Whoa, mate, this lass must've really worked her attack well. Wait - I 'ave had plenty o' women. Just as any good pirate, erm - male pirate, that is, should.* "I am Captain Jack - "
Cat punched him hard in the nose, and with all that extra effort, the sand dug deeper into the cuts as the Captain fell off the trail and onto the lush green beside the trail.
"I know, too, bloody well who you are, Jack!" Cat winced at the pain on her back as she shook her hand from the hit. "You say that all of the time, mate."
"Ow... nose... hit... ow!" Jack was rubbing his nose.
"Oh, you are perfectly healthy. I did not hit you hard enough to even make blood flow." Cat smiled at herself, as if she deserved a prize.
"Ow...." Jack moaned as Cat held out her hand to pull him up. "Do ye hear tha'?" He looked around, and Cat followed suit.
"What is that?" Cat said as she helped Jack up, her wounds stretching more.
"And I should know... becaaaauuuuuse?" Jack hit Cat in the arm with his hand, trying to get her back for the punch. His nose was still throbbing.
"Becaaaaauuuuse... YOU... dear Captain," She hit him back, "Have been on this Isle before and lived to tell the tale. Why should you not know?"
"People take me serious?" Jack said with a laugh. The rumbling grew louder. "I was a' me most drunken state to date when I told e'erybody I had been to the Isle o' Spirits."
Cat looked at him; she knew exactly what he was going to say. If there were a pistol to be found, she'd find it first and kill him for the fun of it. "So you lied? It was all a game to you? And now we are stuck here because you decided to go and get drunk and tell ALL of your little friends that you saw the treasure on the Isle of Spirits!?!?!!"
"Calm down ... I was drunk, remember, luv?" Jack held up his hand to calm her down. He swayed slightly as if remembering the sweet sensation of the smell and taste of rum. "I 'eard about the Isle from me uncle who set foot upon this here spit o' an Isle and then got right back onto his ship." Cat's mouth dropped open. "I never braved the obstacles o' the Isle, nor did I see the treasure." He sighed.
"You ... you lied?"
"After I said that, I couldn't very well go back on me word now could I?" Jack said with a laugh. The look on Cat's face was priceless. Her eyes were dull and lifeless and her mouth slightly open. Dumbfounded was the word.
"You lied!" It was her turn to ball up her fist and morph it into a pointing finger. "LIAR!"
"Pirate." Jack corrected, the smile on his face showed that he felt no remorse.
"I am too, but you do not see my lying about seeing the great treasure on the Isle! If it weren't for you, Sparrow, we wouldn't even have met each other!" Cat took a deep breath, her back was hurting a lot, if she let her anger get the best of her, she would pass out again. "Thank you, *ever* so much, Jack."
"Well, 'ad ya told me that it was all just a part that you were playin' for Blackbeard then we could be in hidin'!" Jack pointed his finger right back at her, but put it down, not wanting to be hit again. "Oh, and you're welc-" Before Jack could finish, the rumblings grew louder. Jack looked up and saw what the rumblings were. Rocks. Tons of rocks heading straight for them. "Luv, I think we need to run."
"What!?!" Cat seemed to be to in her little world at the moment. Jack grabbed her and pulled her in the opposite direction of the rocks.
"Rockslide! That's what!"
They ran down the path, not looking back, too scared to see how close the rocks were coming towards them. The rumblings began to get louder and rocks started to fall from the sky out of no where. It seemed like hours had passed before they came to the end of the path, as well as the end of the earth.
"Wonderful... a cliff!" Jack raised his hands in desperation.
"I know what it is!" Cat screamed in a high pitch tone. The running had made the pain in her back extreme, and she felt that it would be better to die now anyway.
"We're dead." Jack said as he pointed to a cut piece of rope.
The bridge that had once gone over the crevasse had been cut, and whatever was below was hidden by fog. The looked behind them, then to each other, back to the rocks, and down into what could be anything. Jack shrugged and jumped, Cat tried to stop him, but when she did she too went down into the dense fog below.
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"Jack, you are an idiot!" Cat screamed at Jack. They were still falling from the cliff, and they had been falling for a while now.
"Well nestime I'll jus' let us be rock mash and gruel, eh luv!?" Jack yelled back.
The next thing they both knew they hit freezing cold water. Cat took in a deep breath of air, and felt the sand, dirt, and germs slowly washing away from her infected and bruised back. She relaxed and felt the water slowly healing the wounds. Then, without any recollection of anything she woke up on a small isle in the middle of a river, with Jack beside her.
"If it wasn't fer me kind heart - you'd be drowned by now." Jack said. He was standing looking around, very fearful, but keeping stable. "The water is enchanted. Healed a few cuts I had, too... had more effect on you, though, lass."
"Thanks, Jack." Cat sat up, and felt no pain. She took in a breath of air, letting her back muscles stretch, and still no pain. She sighed and lay back down.
"It's back." Jack said solemnly. Cat sat up; she did not want to believe what she saw. The stories couldn't be true could they?
"What is that?" Cat watched as the water around them rippled as the outline of a creature so huge passed right beside the little piece of land.
"Remember the stories?" Jack grabbed a small rock from the ground, looked at it, and figured it was the best weapon he had, even if the opponent had bigger weapons.
"Yes ... " Cat gulped.
"Thirty foot piranha that can swallow a man in one gulp." They said in unison.
The huge sea monster lifted its head out of the water, and eyed them hungrily as it swam slowly close to them. And then it opened its mouth and let out a long howl.
"It's callin' its mates." Jack whispered.
"More like saying dinner is served." Cat grabbed a small rock too. Blackbeard was right, they would die, and she couldn't just stand around and die. She would put up a fight, and if her only weapon was a rock, then she would use it well.
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A/N : Aw, shucks. You gotta wait until I update... I'm so evil. Mwahahahahahaha!!
For all ye li'l romance-inclined readers - this chapter was for you. Wasn't lovey-dovey, but hey, they're just friends. It's a different kind of love. :) A love-hate thing.
Aw - I love my reviewers. Y'all are the bestest reviewers! And hey - I might just break 45 reviews by the end of this chapter!! But let's shoot for 50... eh?
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Chapter 11 : Rumble Runnings
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Jack narrowed his eyes into the fog and Cat just sat on the beach waiting for the one and only person who had ever survived the Isle to bark some orders.
"Didn't even give me my affects!" Jack shook his head. "All pirates, when maroonin' another pirate for certain death, give the marooned pirate at least a pistol with one shot. Havin' yer first mate commit mutiny on ya is better than this."
Cat rolled her eyes. "I know perfectly well what pirates are supposed to do and not do."
"Do ya now?" Jack's eyes were emblazoned with fury as he stomped past her and collapsed down into the sand a good 15 feet away from her.
"I know why you want your 'affects' - " Cat stood up; crystals of sand digging themselves into her wounds. "You want to get rid of me... you have been working alongside Blackbeard the entire time! You two *wanted* to get rid of me ... the best pirate who *ever* sailed the sea. There is a pistol around here somewhere, why don't you just put my out of my misery, eh, Jack? Come on! Freely giving you a chance to shoot me. Do not let this miraculous opportunity pass you by. Aren't you always one for an opportune moment?"
Jack just sat there looking into the fog. Cat figured that she had made him mad again.
"Listen, if you are not talking to me again, can you at least scribble in the sand where I can go to get off this bit of land?" Cat watched as Jack looked over and smiled at her. He then looked back out into the water. Cat lifted her chin and closed her eyes trying to hold her tongue, "Oh, I forgot - you can't write."
Jack reared his head around at this. He stood up, looked at her, reached for his pistol, realized it wasn't there, held out both his hands in a choking motion, put one hand down, the other hand curled into a fist, and he began to move forward very slowly. Cat took a wary step back, just in time when the Captain was right in front of her. His fist was shaking, he looked like he needed a drink, and fast by the look of the shaking. The fist slowly began to form... the index finger gnarled out from the fist and he pointed it right at her nose.
"I - " He yanked down his hand and turned on his heels. Cat smiled to herself.
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Catharine had caught up with Jack, he had been wanting to hide from her, now that she knew that she could get a rise out of him any time she wanted, he didn't like the idea of having her with him. Even though he had kept his cool for a while, and even through the silence, he could tell that she was formulating her next move of attack. He didn't have to wait long.
"Never would have been in the mess had I not gone soft ... and we would both be rather happy. Me? I would not be on this God-forsaken spit of an Isle. You? You... well... you... nevermind." Cat lowered her head, clearly she hadn't thought out her attack as well as she had hoped for.
"Kind o' glad ya went soft." Jack said. Cat blinked, trying to process the words.
"You know - you are actually quite nice without the rum." Cat looked at their surroundings; they had been walking away from the beach for a while now. They were on a dirt path, with an assortment of trees on either side of them. It seemed to them that the only life was the plant life. Cat shivered. "And having you not trip over your own two feet is another nice oddity."
Jack whirled around, only an inch away from her face. His hand was in a fist, and slowly morphed into a hand with the pointing finger. "Any wench would be lucky t'ave me! I am Captain Jack Sparrow, luv! Look at me!" He modeled for her with a quick turn around, his hair whipping around with the force of the turn and hitting him in the face.
"Right." Cat said sarcastically. "Like you have ever had a woman before. When that becomes reality, oh great Captain Sparrow, please, I would like to be the very first to know." She rolled her eyes and began to continue walking, but Jack grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"It has happened!" More of the pointing finger. Cat slapped his hand down and began to walk again. He grabbed her by the arm again, pulling her back. "I 'ave had too many women to count!" Jack then furrowed his brow, *A lie? Whoa, mate, this lass must've really worked her attack well. Wait - I 'ave had plenty o' women. Just as any good pirate, erm - male pirate, that is, should.* "I am Captain Jack - "
Cat punched him hard in the nose, and with all that extra effort, the sand dug deeper into the cuts as the Captain fell off the trail and onto the lush green beside the trail.
"I know, too, bloody well who you are, Jack!" Cat winced at the pain on her back as she shook her hand from the hit. "You say that all of the time, mate."
"Ow... nose... hit... ow!" Jack was rubbing his nose.
"Oh, you are perfectly healthy. I did not hit you hard enough to even make blood flow." Cat smiled at herself, as if she deserved a prize.
"Ow...." Jack moaned as Cat held out her hand to pull him up. "Do ye hear tha'?" He looked around, and Cat followed suit.
"What is that?" Cat said as she helped Jack up, her wounds stretching more.
"And I should know... becaaaauuuuuse?" Jack hit Cat in the arm with his hand, trying to get her back for the punch. His nose was still throbbing.
"Becaaaaauuuuse... YOU... dear Captain," She hit him back, "Have been on this Isle before and lived to tell the tale. Why should you not know?"
"People take me serious?" Jack said with a laugh. The rumbling grew louder. "I was a' me most drunken state to date when I told e'erybody I had been to the Isle o' Spirits."
Cat looked at him; she knew exactly what he was going to say. If there were a pistol to be found, she'd find it first and kill him for the fun of it. "So you lied? It was all a game to you? And now we are stuck here because you decided to go and get drunk and tell ALL of your little friends that you saw the treasure on the Isle of Spirits!?!?!!"
"Calm down ... I was drunk, remember, luv?" Jack held up his hand to calm her down. He swayed slightly as if remembering the sweet sensation of the smell and taste of rum. "I 'eard about the Isle from me uncle who set foot upon this here spit o' an Isle and then got right back onto his ship." Cat's mouth dropped open. "I never braved the obstacles o' the Isle, nor did I see the treasure." He sighed.
"You ... you lied?"
"After I said that, I couldn't very well go back on me word now could I?" Jack said with a laugh. The look on Cat's face was priceless. Her eyes were dull and lifeless and her mouth slightly open. Dumbfounded was the word.
"You lied!" It was her turn to ball up her fist and morph it into a pointing finger. "LIAR!"
"Pirate." Jack corrected, the smile on his face showed that he felt no remorse.
"I am too, but you do not see my lying about seeing the great treasure on the Isle! If it weren't for you, Sparrow, we wouldn't even have met each other!" Cat took a deep breath, her back was hurting a lot, if she let her anger get the best of her, she would pass out again. "Thank you, *ever* so much, Jack."
"Well, 'ad ya told me that it was all just a part that you were playin' for Blackbeard then we could be in hidin'!" Jack pointed his finger right back at her, but put it down, not wanting to be hit again. "Oh, and you're welc-" Before Jack could finish, the rumblings grew louder. Jack looked up and saw what the rumblings were. Rocks. Tons of rocks heading straight for them. "Luv, I think we need to run."
"What!?!" Cat seemed to be to in her little world at the moment. Jack grabbed her and pulled her in the opposite direction of the rocks.
"Rockslide! That's what!"
They ran down the path, not looking back, too scared to see how close the rocks were coming towards them. The rumblings began to get louder and rocks started to fall from the sky out of no where. It seemed like hours had passed before they came to the end of the path, as well as the end of the earth.
"Wonderful... a cliff!" Jack raised his hands in desperation.
"I know what it is!" Cat screamed in a high pitch tone. The running had made the pain in her back extreme, and she felt that it would be better to die now anyway.
"We're dead." Jack said as he pointed to a cut piece of rope.
The bridge that had once gone over the crevasse had been cut, and whatever was below was hidden by fog. The looked behind them, then to each other, back to the rocks, and down into what could be anything. Jack shrugged and jumped, Cat tried to stop him, but when she did she too went down into the dense fog below.
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"Jack, you are an idiot!" Cat screamed at Jack. They were still falling from the cliff, and they had been falling for a while now.
"Well nestime I'll jus' let us be rock mash and gruel, eh luv!?" Jack yelled back.
The next thing they both knew they hit freezing cold water. Cat took in a deep breath of air, and felt the sand, dirt, and germs slowly washing away from her infected and bruised back. She relaxed and felt the water slowly healing the wounds. Then, without any recollection of anything she woke up on a small isle in the middle of a river, with Jack beside her.
"If it wasn't fer me kind heart - you'd be drowned by now." Jack said. He was standing looking around, very fearful, but keeping stable. "The water is enchanted. Healed a few cuts I had, too... had more effect on you, though, lass."
"Thanks, Jack." Cat sat up, and felt no pain. She took in a breath of air, letting her back muscles stretch, and still no pain. She sighed and lay back down.
"It's back." Jack said solemnly. Cat sat up; she did not want to believe what she saw. The stories couldn't be true could they?
"What is that?" Cat watched as the water around them rippled as the outline of a creature so huge passed right beside the little piece of land.
"Remember the stories?" Jack grabbed a small rock from the ground, looked at it, and figured it was the best weapon he had, even if the opponent had bigger weapons.
"Yes ... " Cat gulped.
"Thirty foot piranha that can swallow a man in one gulp." They said in unison.
The huge sea monster lifted its head out of the water, and eyed them hungrily as it swam slowly close to them. And then it opened its mouth and let out a long howl.
"It's callin' its mates." Jack whispered.
"More like saying dinner is served." Cat grabbed a small rock too. Blackbeard was right, they would die, and she couldn't just stand around and die. She would put up a fight, and if her only weapon was a rock, then she would use it well.
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A/N : Aw, shucks. You gotta wait until I update... I'm so evil. Mwahahahahahaha!!
For all ye li'l romance-inclined readers - this chapter was for you. Wasn't lovey-dovey, but hey, they're just friends. It's a different kind of love. :) A love-hate thing.