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A/N: Before you read this chapter. Take a look at its title. 'Russian Roulette'... now... I'm sure some of you people are history buffs. Well, I am too, but I don't know when Russian Roulette came out - and frankly I don't care.
Also - revolvers aren't around either. I know. Promise.
I know that they didn't have revolvers during this time, but I'm not going for historical accuracy - I'm going for drama. Just remember that. I AM NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE! For heaven's sake - don't curse me out because Russian Roulette came out November 10, 1807 (I really don't know when it came out - so ha)! Drama... drama... drama... :)
However, if you would like to tell me when it came out - I'd be more than happy to know - I just don't want anybody yelling at me for something that I already know that I'm doing. *smile*
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Chapter 19 : Russian Roulette
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A small man with no right eye watched as Captain Cat headed towards her cabin. As soon as the door slammed shut, he turned and faced Will and Elizabeth. He grinned a toothless grin and pulled out his sword. The smallest of all the men had the ability to look the fiercest and most like death then any of the others.
Elizabeth tried to hold back her tears, but they continued to fall in fear... as well as anguish.
All Will wanted to do was hold Elizabeth. That was all he wanted to do. And, so close to their death, he couldn't even try and comfort her.
The man continued to walk closer and stood right in front of Will. He placed the cutlass under Will's chin and lifted it to where Will would look up instead of down.
"Scared?" The deep guttural growl came bellowing out.
Will just stared back in hate. Scared? Of course he was scared, but he would never show that to these pirates.
"Want me t'get Sparrow?" How the pirate was talking was beyond Will. A tooth flew out of the man's mouth when he said 'Sparrow'... Will glared at the pirate.
"Get'im lads!" It seemed as if the entire ship shook when he would talk.
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Catharine sat in the cabin, waiting to hear screams. She could hear one of the crew bellowing out something - she really wasn't paying that much attention. Considering that she was more on the inside and not in control of her own body.
"Ye made a mistake." Her mouth spoke, out of no control of her own.
Did not, she thought.
"Oh, but ye did." Her hand traveled over a map and landed on a small island off the cost of the America's. She knew from her previous doings that it was supposed to have treasure. Barbossa was going to continue to pillage and plunder under her name. "I was goin' to inhabit that low-life scum o' a pirate."
There was a pause. Cat looked through her eyes; they were her only outlet from her prison. The prison of her own body. Of course, lately to keep herself from going insane, she had stared blankly out through those eyes. If she saw her friends being hurt - she would be inclined to give in all the way, and her spirit would leave her own body.
It was simple. Keep believing. But easier said then done. Being forced out of your own body... that's what had happened to Blackbeard. He slowly began to give up.
But, no matter what. She had to continue to believe that she could get out. That she could excorcise the demons from her own body.
"That Jack." The voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "I was goin' ter inhabit him. But ye went all noble."
Good will triumph, she thought.
"Right." A poisonous laugh escaped from her body, shaking and convulsing her. "Blackbeard continued ter think that 'e could over power me... mindless wretch o' a pirate if ye ask me."
Believe... that was her only way to escape.
"Ye can't escape me, luv." Her voice crackled and Barbossa's voice came out of her mouth. Her head turned involuntarily and looked at the mirror on the wall. Cat's eyes were no longer green, but yellow. The cruel yellow of Barbossa. "I am you."
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"Come on, Cap'n..." A small man with one eye burst into the cabin that Jack was in. "Yer needed." The man smiled at Jack.
Jack arched an eyebrow at the man. Not only was he one-eyed and ugly. But he was one-toothed and... well... he was still ugly. No doubt about that.
Jack, despite all the pain and anguish he was going through, smiled back.
"You know, Mate," Jack began as the pirate began to drag him out of the cabin. Jack didn't mind. Wasn't the first time he'd been dragged anywhere. It was almost like having ones on personal assistant. Almost. "Small guy like yerself shouldn't be a pirate. You should be doin' good in the world. Like... makin' rum! No shame in tha'... no shame at all. In fact - think I'm goin' ter change me mind on this whole thing. I am free of my Captain responsibilities and... I'm going into the Rum-Runnin' business. Run my rum all over... I'll call it... The Rum of Jack."
"Eh, shut that 'ole in yer face!" The pirate spat at Jack, causing what Jack thought to be his last tooth to come flying out of his mouth.
Jack wondered how the pirate could still talk.
"How about - " Jack started up, but then saw Will and Elizabeth. "Will... Elizabeth!"
The pirate smacked Jack down. Elizabeth screamed.
"I said, shut yer mouth!"
Jack layed there in shock. He looked towards Will and Elizabeth. He gave a small lopsided smile.
Will shook his head, Jack was always trying to find some sort of good in things.
"Mate - ye know - you *will* pay for that." Jack sat himself back up, but said no more.
"Right." Came the bellowing reply. "Gents! Let's skin..."
"What!?!"
"Will!"
"No..."
Jack, Elizabeth, and Will said at the same time, respectively.
"WAIT!"
The three looked in the direction of the interruption that they were very thankful for.
Captain Catharine came running down the stairs in a huge hurry, her face was flushed.
"Stop!"
"Why - Cap'n?" The small man was rather close to Elizabeth. He seemed willing to get the show on the road.
"Because I said no. What more do you need from your Captain. I'll drop you down in the ranks, boy - don't snap back at me." Catharine put her hand in her shirt and pulled out a pistol.
Will, Elizabeth, and Jack all glanced at each other. Was Catharine good again?
"Say goodbye." She pulled the trigger and the one-eyed ugly man fell to the floor in a sputter.
The crew all looked at her and began to back away. Had their Captain gone insane?
Catharine threw the now empty pistol to the ground. The three captives watched it and then looked back up at Cat.
"Catharine?" Elizabeth said meekly.
Cat turned towards Elizabeth. "It is all going to be all right." Cat smiled and then began to laugh.
The laugh of one so evil and so filled with hatred.
"Bring Sparrow up to the deck. Larboard side." She smiled at Elizabeth. "Give one final goodbye to your friend."
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"Why do ye want just me?" Jack said as he was being released from his bonds. "A duel, Barbossa? Is that what ye want?"
"No, Jack." Cat's voice seemed so sweet and innocent. "You know me so much better than that. A duel? Why would I want to do that, when I have the latest trend of death at my fingertips."
She spun around and had a gun in her hands.
"Yer goin' to bloody shoot me?" Jack rolled his eyes and leaned up against the railing of the ship.
"Oh - no." Cat smiled. "Much more than that." She showed Jack the gun; it looked different than an average pistol. "This is a revolver. See," She spun the cylinder and then opened it. "Look - these are bullets."
She gave Jack five bullets and kept one for herself.
"What are you up to?" Jack looked at the bullets in his hand. He really was up a creek without a paddle in the 'knowing what crazy-psycho Barbossa inhabiting Cat was doing'.
"Watch, you put a bullet in one of the cartridges." She proceeded to do what she was saying. "You snap the revolving part back in to place and spin."
The cylinder spun around. Jack figured it out.
"A little game called Russian Roulette, my dear Captain Sparrow." She pointed the gun at Jack and smiled.
Barbossa's voice then filled the air with its horrible rasp. "Birds only 'ave one life, Sparrow."
Cat pulled the trigger. Only a click.
Jack's eyes widened. This was serious. He wouldn't know when he would die, it would be in the next couple of minutes, but he didn't know when. This was torture and he knew it. And out of the many ways that he actually wanted to die... being shot was not one. He figured that death by raving lunatic sharks chasing him with candlesticks was better then... Jack stopped his thoughts. That had just been a dream, right? Almost - big piranha-like fish... sharks were. He had almost been bitten in half on the Isle.
*click*
Jack snapped out of his thoughts.
"That's two. Four more to go." This was cruel punishment. It really was, but Barbossa loved it. Catharine could only look through her eyes and watch her friend...
Stop it! she thought.
"Oh, but I am having so much fun. Watch, I bet the next one is it." Cat said. Jack closed his eyes.
*click*
Catharine glared at the revolver. And pulled again.
*click*
"You are a lucky bastard, Sparrow." She smiled at him as he peeked through his eyelashes. "Only two more shots left."
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A/N: Okie-dokie. See - cool chapter right? Not historically accurate, but hey, what the heck, right? It was a nifty chapter.
Am I evil for having a cliffy? Sure...
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Next Chapter: Swashbuckling Swords
A/N: Before you read this chapter. Take a look at its title. 'Russian Roulette'... now... I'm sure some of you people are history buffs. Well, I am too, but I don't know when Russian Roulette came out - and frankly I don't care.
Also - revolvers aren't around either. I know. Promise.
I know that they didn't have revolvers during this time, but I'm not going for historical accuracy - I'm going for drama. Just remember that. I AM NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE! For heaven's sake - don't curse me out because Russian Roulette came out November 10, 1807 (I really don't know when it came out - so ha)! Drama... drama... drama... :)
However, if you would like to tell me when it came out - I'd be more than happy to know - I just don't want anybody yelling at me for something that I already know that I'm doing. *smile*
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Chapter 19 : Russian Roulette
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A small man with no right eye watched as Captain Cat headed towards her cabin. As soon as the door slammed shut, he turned and faced Will and Elizabeth. He grinned a toothless grin and pulled out his sword. The smallest of all the men had the ability to look the fiercest and most like death then any of the others.
Elizabeth tried to hold back her tears, but they continued to fall in fear... as well as anguish.
All Will wanted to do was hold Elizabeth. That was all he wanted to do. And, so close to their death, he couldn't even try and comfort her.
The man continued to walk closer and stood right in front of Will. He placed the cutlass under Will's chin and lifted it to where Will would look up instead of down.
"Scared?" The deep guttural growl came bellowing out.
Will just stared back in hate. Scared? Of course he was scared, but he would never show that to these pirates.
"Want me t'get Sparrow?" How the pirate was talking was beyond Will. A tooth flew out of the man's mouth when he said 'Sparrow'... Will glared at the pirate.
"Get'im lads!" It seemed as if the entire ship shook when he would talk.
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Catharine sat in the cabin, waiting to hear screams. She could hear one of the crew bellowing out something - she really wasn't paying that much attention. Considering that she was more on the inside and not in control of her own body.
"Ye made a mistake." Her mouth spoke, out of no control of her own.
Did not, she thought.
"Oh, but ye did." Her hand traveled over a map and landed on a small island off the cost of the America's. She knew from her previous doings that it was supposed to have treasure. Barbossa was going to continue to pillage and plunder under her name. "I was goin' to inhabit that low-life scum o' a pirate."
There was a pause. Cat looked through her eyes; they were her only outlet from her prison. The prison of her own body. Of course, lately to keep herself from going insane, she had stared blankly out through those eyes. If she saw her friends being hurt - she would be inclined to give in all the way, and her spirit would leave her own body.
It was simple. Keep believing. But easier said then done. Being forced out of your own body... that's what had happened to Blackbeard. He slowly began to give up.
But, no matter what. She had to continue to believe that she could get out. That she could excorcise the demons from her own body.
"That Jack." The voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "I was goin' ter inhabit him. But ye went all noble."
Good will triumph, she thought.
"Right." A poisonous laugh escaped from her body, shaking and convulsing her. "Blackbeard continued ter think that 'e could over power me... mindless wretch o' a pirate if ye ask me."
Believe... that was her only way to escape.
"Ye can't escape me, luv." Her voice crackled and Barbossa's voice came out of her mouth. Her head turned involuntarily and looked at the mirror on the wall. Cat's eyes were no longer green, but yellow. The cruel yellow of Barbossa. "I am you."
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"Come on, Cap'n..." A small man with one eye burst into the cabin that Jack was in. "Yer needed." The man smiled at Jack.
Jack arched an eyebrow at the man. Not only was he one-eyed and ugly. But he was one-toothed and... well... he was still ugly. No doubt about that.
Jack, despite all the pain and anguish he was going through, smiled back.
"You know, Mate," Jack began as the pirate began to drag him out of the cabin. Jack didn't mind. Wasn't the first time he'd been dragged anywhere. It was almost like having ones on personal assistant. Almost. "Small guy like yerself shouldn't be a pirate. You should be doin' good in the world. Like... makin' rum! No shame in tha'... no shame at all. In fact - think I'm goin' ter change me mind on this whole thing. I am free of my Captain responsibilities and... I'm going into the Rum-Runnin' business. Run my rum all over... I'll call it... The Rum of Jack."
"Eh, shut that 'ole in yer face!" The pirate spat at Jack, causing what Jack thought to be his last tooth to come flying out of his mouth.
Jack wondered how the pirate could still talk.
"How about - " Jack started up, but then saw Will and Elizabeth. "Will... Elizabeth!"
The pirate smacked Jack down. Elizabeth screamed.
"I said, shut yer mouth!"
Jack layed there in shock. He looked towards Will and Elizabeth. He gave a small lopsided smile.
Will shook his head, Jack was always trying to find some sort of good in things.
"Mate - ye know - you *will* pay for that." Jack sat himself back up, but said no more.
"Right." Came the bellowing reply. "Gents! Let's skin..."
"What!?!"
"Will!"
"No..."
Jack, Elizabeth, and Will said at the same time, respectively.
"WAIT!"
The three looked in the direction of the interruption that they were very thankful for.
Captain Catharine came running down the stairs in a huge hurry, her face was flushed.
"Stop!"
"Why - Cap'n?" The small man was rather close to Elizabeth. He seemed willing to get the show on the road.
"Because I said no. What more do you need from your Captain. I'll drop you down in the ranks, boy - don't snap back at me." Catharine put her hand in her shirt and pulled out a pistol.
Will, Elizabeth, and Jack all glanced at each other. Was Catharine good again?
"Say goodbye." She pulled the trigger and the one-eyed ugly man fell to the floor in a sputter.
The crew all looked at her and began to back away. Had their Captain gone insane?
Catharine threw the now empty pistol to the ground. The three captives watched it and then looked back up at Cat.
"Catharine?" Elizabeth said meekly.
Cat turned towards Elizabeth. "It is all going to be all right." Cat smiled and then began to laugh.
The laugh of one so evil and so filled with hatred.
"Bring Sparrow up to the deck. Larboard side." She smiled at Elizabeth. "Give one final goodbye to your friend."
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"Why do ye want just me?" Jack said as he was being released from his bonds. "A duel, Barbossa? Is that what ye want?"
"No, Jack." Cat's voice seemed so sweet and innocent. "You know me so much better than that. A duel? Why would I want to do that, when I have the latest trend of death at my fingertips."
She spun around and had a gun in her hands.
"Yer goin' to bloody shoot me?" Jack rolled his eyes and leaned up against the railing of the ship.
"Oh - no." Cat smiled. "Much more than that." She showed Jack the gun; it looked different than an average pistol. "This is a revolver. See," She spun the cylinder and then opened it. "Look - these are bullets."
She gave Jack five bullets and kept one for herself.
"What are you up to?" Jack looked at the bullets in his hand. He really was up a creek without a paddle in the 'knowing what crazy-psycho Barbossa inhabiting Cat was doing'.
"Watch, you put a bullet in one of the cartridges." She proceeded to do what she was saying. "You snap the revolving part back in to place and spin."
The cylinder spun around. Jack figured it out.
"A little game called Russian Roulette, my dear Captain Sparrow." She pointed the gun at Jack and smiled.
Barbossa's voice then filled the air with its horrible rasp. "Birds only 'ave one life, Sparrow."
Cat pulled the trigger. Only a click.
Jack's eyes widened. This was serious. He wouldn't know when he would die, it would be in the next couple of minutes, but he didn't know when. This was torture and he knew it. And out of the many ways that he actually wanted to die... being shot was not one. He figured that death by raving lunatic sharks chasing him with candlesticks was better then... Jack stopped his thoughts. That had just been a dream, right? Almost - big piranha-like fish... sharks were. He had almost been bitten in half on the Isle.
*click*
Jack snapped out of his thoughts.
"That's two. Four more to go." This was cruel punishment. It really was, but Barbossa loved it. Catharine could only look through her eyes and watch her friend...
Stop it! she thought.
"Oh, but I am having so much fun. Watch, I bet the next one is it." Cat said. Jack closed his eyes.
*click*
Catharine glared at the revolver. And pulled again.
*click*
"You are a lucky bastard, Sparrow." She smiled at him as he peeked through his eyelashes. "Only two more shots left."
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A/N: Okie-dokie. See - cool chapter right? Not historically accurate, but hey, what the heck, right? It was a nifty chapter.
Am I evil for having a cliffy? Sure...
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Next Chapter: Swashbuckling Swords