Disclaimer : I own nothing. I own nobody. I own Cat 'cause I made her and that be all.
This would have been up last weekend, but I got a little on the busy side. Sorry, chaps and chapettes.
However - I would like to thank every single one of my loyal reviewers. You guys rock my world. I would have discontinued IoS already if I didn't have y'all.
Oh - slight change of Chapter Name. Hope you're not upset. Also - this is a short chapter.
Anywho - I know I left Jack in a perilous sitch-ee-ation ('situation' for those who don't speak southern) - so I'll be getting back to the story.
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Chapter 20 : To the Fame
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"Do you think Jack is all right?" Elizabeth whispered to Will. Some of the pirates that were watching over them had been glaring at her for a while now. She felt rather self-conscious. Not that pirates bothered her... just the evil kind that wanted to kill you and inhabit your body. Those bothered her.
"It's Jack." Will said with a slight shrug. "He has the best luck in the world."
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Jack closed his eyes waiting for the end of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow to arrive. But, then it seemed that it wasn't respectable if he didn't at least face it with at least one eye open.
Jack opened one eye to see what was happening. All he saw was a finger pull a trigger, but there wasn't even a sound. He figured he was dead. But then he figured he wasn't dead. Then he figured he was dead again - since there was no pain. But, then he knew he was alive. It was just one of those things. An epiphany of sorts. Jack knew that a person got about three in their lives and he wanted to use his well.
"It's all by chance, i'n't?" Jack said with a sigh. "You have tried to kill me a good ... well ... a lot - "
"Eleven god-forsaken times!" Cat through the revolver overboard. Jack could tell Barbossa was fuming.
"Eleven?"
"Yes - eleven! 2 mutinies, I tried to kill you twice in the caves back at the Isle de Muerta, I sent you off to get killed at the Isle of Spirits, I can't shoot you, and the other times were when I was your first mate! You had to know I had at least planned something different other than mutiny for the first 50 times!" Cat was screaming.
"Not 50 mate... only 5 times." Jack was still calm. And considering Catharine was inches from his face screaming - that was a great feat. "You said it yerself. Eleven tries. Six plus five equals - "
"I... do... not... care..."
"I'm only tryin' t'help you, Barbossa." It was hard to say Barbossa when Catharine was only a few feet away, but Jack pushed that thought aside and gave a large toothy grin. "I know my numbers."
"Kill 'em. If I can't do it, I will let somebody else do it."
"Wait! What if we duel?"
"What?" Catharine turned around to face Jack.
"A duel."
"A duel?"
"Yes. A duel."
"A duel?"
"D - O - O - L. Duel."
"A what?"
"My God! A duel! D - O - O -" Jack was going for his spelling again.
"That's not how you spell it, boy." Barbossa's voice spouted out from Catharine.
"I wasn't spelling "it". I know how to spell "it"... I - T ."
"If we duel, will ye stop tryin' ter spell words?" It seemed as if the slight idea of a duel was bringing Barbossa more towards the surface.
"Give ol' Jack a S - O - R - D (A/N: sword - poor Jack can't spell) ... and I might jus' do what ye ask, Barbossa."
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The pirate with no right eye was still lying on the floor... dead. Elizabeth heaved a sigh. They hadn't heard anything. Not a scream, not a shot, not a splash. Not a thing.
"Will?"
"Yes?" Will smiled at Elizabeth. How he could still even try to make others feel better when all hope was lost was beyond even her comprehension.
"I think I have a... "
"Now, lass - " A smarmy pirate kneeled down in front of her, looking her up and down. "Ye might want'a be keepin' quiet. We don't want another mishap like ol' Master Patch." The pirate pointed to the dead pirate on the floor. "Right 'specially if it be involvin' such a pretty lady like yerself."
Elizabeth glared at the pirate. She'd show him.
But, before she could say anything, they heard the first sound from the upper deck. It was the sound of boots pounding onto the wooden boards.
"A duel..." Will whispered.
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"I think ye've been improvin', Jack."
"Well, thank you, Barbossa. Means a lot to a pirate like meself."
The slight pause in fighting had given the two a second to take a breath and have a small chat.
As the swords clashed back together Jack tried to fake-out Barbossa, but failed, and nearly lost a hand. Blood began to flow from the open wound on his hand.
"Yer luck be dwindlin'!" Barbossa chortled.
"Barbossa, this is to the death, right?"
Jack came in for the lunge, but Barbossa parried. The sword flew out of Jack's hands and Catharine's foot shoved him down to the deck.
"No. To the fame."
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A/N: The 20th installment. Yeedawgy! I love my cute wittle PoTC fic. Also - I have some shameless plugging to do. I have another fic (LoTR/Angel Crossover) called 'Elf Seeress.' It's good - I think. But then again, I wrote it. It is, of course, an adventure story involving Cordelia Chase from Angel who now (b/c of the Powers That Be) is helping the helpless in Middle Earth. I just have to get things right with IoS and then Elf Seeress will be my thang.
Of course IoS is gettin' a sequel (which deals with Mythology - oh, yeah - even the ancient Grecian gods get to be in PoTC). I'd tell the name, but yeah... someone might go and steal it. All them evil barnacle scrapers... ick. Hehe.
So - now that I've talked (er... typed) your ear off. You may talk my ear off about the fic. All you have to do is hit the review button on your browser. Thank you. Have a nice day.
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Next Chapter: An Escapade and a Stab
This would have been up last weekend, but I got a little on the busy side. Sorry, chaps and chapettes.
However - I would like to thank every single one of my loyal reviewers. You guys rock my world. I would have discontinued IoS already if I didn't have y'all.
Oh - slight change of Chapter Name. Hope you're not upset. Also - this is a short chapter.
Anywho - I know I left Jack in a perilous sitch-ee-ation ('situation' for those who don't speak southern) - so I'll be getting back to the story.
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Chapter 20 : To the Fame
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"Do you think Jack is all right?" Elizabeth whispered to Will. Some of the pirates that were watching over them had been glaring at her for a while now. She felt rather self-conscious. Not that pirates bothered her... just the evil kind that wanted to kill you and inhabit your body. Those bothered her.
"It's Jack." Will said with a slight shrug. "He has the best luck in the world."
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Jack closed his eyes waiting for the end of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow to arrive. But, then it seemed that it wasn't respectable if he didn't at least face it with at least one eye open.
Jack opened one eye to see what was happening. All he saw was a finger pull a trigger, but there wasn't even a sound. He figured he was dead. But then he figured he wasn't dead. Then he figured he was dead again - since there was no pain. But, then he knew he was alive. It was just one of those things. An epiphany of sorts. Jack knew that a person got about three in their lives and he wanted to use his well.
"It's all by chance, i'n't?" Jack said with a sigh. "You have tried to kill me a good ... well ... a lot - "
"Eleven god-forsaken times!" Cat through the revolver overboard. Jack could tell Barbossa was fuming.
"Eleven?"
"Yes - eleven! 2 mutinies, I tried to kill you twice in the caves back at the Isle de Muerta, I sent you off to get killed at the Isle of Spirits, I can't shoot you, and the other times were when I was your first mate! You had to know I had at least planned something different other than mutiny for the first 50 times!" Cat was screaming.
"Not 50 mate... only 5 times." Jack was still calm. And considering Catharine was inches from his face screaming - that was a great feat. "You said it yerself. Eleven tries. Six plus five equals - "
"I... do... not... care..."
"I'm only tryin' t'help you, Barbossa." It was hard to say Barbossa when Catharine was only a few feet away, but Jack pushed that thought aside and gave a large toothy grin. "I know my numbers."
"Kill 'em. If I can't do it, I will let somebody else do it."
"Wait! What if we duel?"
"What?" Catharine turned around to face Jack.
"A duel."
"A duel?"
"Yes. A duel."
"A duel?"
"D - O - O - L. Duel."
"A what?"
"My God! A duel! D - O - O -" Jack was going for his spelling again.
"That's not how you spell it, boy." Barbossa's voice spouted out from Catharine.
"I wasn't spelling "it". I know how to spell "it"... I - T ."
"If we duel, will ye stop tryin' ter spell words?" It seemed as if the slight idea of a duel was bringing Barbossa more towards the surface.
"Give ol' Jack a S - O - R - D (A/N: sword - poor Jack can't spell) ... and I might jus' do what ye ask, Barbossa."
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The pirate with no right eye was still lying on the floor... dead. Elizabeth heaved a sigh. They hadn't heard anything. Not a scream, not a shot, not a splash. Not a thing.
"Will?"
"Yes?" Will smiled at Elizabeth. How he could still even try to make others feel better when all hope was lost was beyond even her comprehension.
"I think I have a... "
"Now, lass - " A smarmy pirate kneeled down in front of her, looking her up and down. "Ye might want'a be keepin' quiet. We don't want another mishap like ol' Master Patch." The pirate pointed to the dead pirate on the floor. "Right 'specially if it be involvin' such a pretty lady like yerself."
Elizabeth glared at the pirate. She'd show him.
But, before she could say anything, they heard the first sound from the upper deck. It was the sound of boots pounding onto the wooden boards.
"A duel..." Will whispered.
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"I think ye've been improvin', Jack."
"Well, thank you, Barbossa. Means a lot to a pirate like meself."
The slight pause in fighting had given the two a second to take a breath and have a small chat.
As the swords clashed back together Jack tried to fake-out Barbossa, but failed, and nearly lost a hand. Blood began to flow from the open wound on his hand.
"Yer luck be dwindlin'!" Barbossa chortled.
"Barbossa, this is to the death, right?"
Jack came in for the lunge, but Barbossa parried. The sword flew out of Jack's hands and Catharine's foot shoved him down to the deck.
"No. To the fame."
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A/N: The 20th installment. Yeedawgy! I love my cute wittle PoTC fic. Also - I have some shameless plugging to do. I have another fic (LoTR/Angel Crossover) called 'Elf Seeress.' It's good - I think. But then again, I wrote it. It is, of course, an adventure story involving Cordelia Chase from Angel who now (b/c of the Powers That Be) is helping the helpless in Middle Earth. I just have to get things right with IoS and then Elf Seeress will be my thang.
Of course IoS is gettin' a sequel (which deals with Mythology - oh, yeah - even the ancient Grecian gods get to be in PoTC). I'd tell the name, but yeah... someone might go and steal it. All them evil barnacle scrapers... ick. Hehe.
So - now that I've talked (er... typed) your ear off. You may talk my ear off about the fic. All you have to do is hit the review button on your browser. Thank you. Have a nice day.
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Next Chapter: An Escapade and a Stab