Disclaimer : Disney has rightful ownership of the majority of this stuff. I don't claim to own anything that is theirs. I do own the story and Cat.
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Chapter 23 : Down to the Depths of Davy Jones' Locker
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The crew, but especially Will and Jack, built a very rough casket for Cat's body. Elizabeth had wanted to give Catharine a proper burial, but Jack had to explain to her that they would not be able to do anything of the sort. They would hang Cat's body up for all to see or burn the body in front of a mass of people. Elizabeth shuddered at the thought and decided that an oceanic tomb was better than having the body be treated as such.
"Elizabeth?" Will embraced Elizabeth in a huge hug. "How are you?"
"I am doing better - it's a new experience." She said in a whisper. "I only knew Catharine for a few months, but she..."
"Stop."
"What?" Elizabeth turned around to face Jack.
"Let's not talk about it." Jack said with a solemn expression on his tan face. "We're on our way back to the Isle de Muerta. Just so ye know."
"Aye." Will nodded his head.
"Wait." Elizabeth turned Jack around to face her. "Why are we going back?"
"The monkey has the last piece of Aztec gold. Best not upset ol' Cortez by not bringin' it back." Jack said with a half smile.
"The monkey?" Will knew all too well the appearance of the monkey.
"Aye - the monkey."
"Jack?"
"Yes?"
"Not you - I mean - Jack the Monkey?"
"Aye."
"You have the monkey?" Will's eyes opened wide.
"That's what I've been tellin' ye." Jack shrugged in disbelief at Will. How much slower and more stupid could the blacksmith get?
"Oh."
"Right - goin' to put back the gold."
"I heard that part." Will huffed.
"Just in case ye missed it." Jack turned on his heels. He really wasn't in the mood for talking. "Whelp of a eunuch."
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That night at sea the entire crew of the Black Pearl had a funeral for Catharine DeVries. They stripped her of her title of "The Black Cat" - she was too good for that. Of course, no other would know of the ceremony and that she was no longer evil, but it was better that way.
"To a great pirate." Jack took off his hat and looked up at the moon. The moonlight made him look pale and very tired.
"Down to the depths of Davy Jones' locker... may the grave of Catharine DeVries be left undisturbed." Elizabeth said under her breath as she watched the casket be lowered into the water as if it were a small boat. The casket floated for a few minutes and slowly began to drift down... down... and down. Down into the abyss of darkness and sea monsters. The one and only... Davy Jones' locker.
The crew was silent for a few more minutes after the casket was no longer seen. Finally - Captain Sparrow felt that the mourning had gone on long enough.
"All sails up - we sail to de Muerta."
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"Reamp! Aztec! Reamp!" The parrot flew to Sparrow and landed on his shoulder. "REAMP!"
"That's right, mate." Jack puffed out his chest. "We're here."
The crew all made their way into the very familiar caves... to where the forsaken treasure of Cortez would always hold its curse. One lone skeleton lay on a pile of treasure - the skeleton of the long dead body of the infamous Captain Barbossa. His spirit could not even haunt the place of his death... for hell had swallowed him whole as soon as he had been exorcised from Catharine's body.
Jack was carrying Jack the Monkey buy his tale. The monkey wasn't giving up too easily - considering it knew that some of its blood must be shed.
Will took a small knife and cut the shoulder of the monkey and let some of the blood pour onto the last piece of Aztec gold. Will, then placed the gold in the monkey's hand and the monkey screeched as the gold fell with a soft clink into the chest.
Jack then put the top of the chest back on and the crew all stared at Jack, waiting for his next move. He looked at the monkey. The monkey looked at him.
"Are you willin' to risk all danger and become a part of me crew, Jack the Monkey?" Jack kneeled down to the small creature that was holding it's wounded shoulder.
The monkey nodded and screeched again.
"Cross yer heart and hope to die?" Jack's kohl-painted eyes loomed menacingly.
The monkey furiously nodded again.
"Stick a needle in your eye?" Will piped up.
Jack looked at Will like he had 50 heads. "I'll handle this, if you don't mind, Mr. Turner."
Jack then focused all his attention back on the monkey. He leaned in and was face to face with the monkey. "Stick a needle in yer eye?"
The monkey tilted his head to one side.
"For God's sake! Answer a man! Yes or no, boy... er... monkey!"
The monkey put a finger to his eye and nodded.
"Right - we have an accord, then?"
Jack and Jack shook hands.
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"So what now, Captain Sparrow?" Elizabeth looked out over the side of the ship as they left the Isle de Muerta... never to return.
"Another adventure, I hope." Jack said with a slight smile on his face. It was rather hard to put a death of one close to the side, but he was a pirate. He had dealt with many a death before. He could handle it . . .
"Perhaps you could drop us off back at Port Royale." Will said as he approached the two, inviting himself into the conversation.
"Whatever ye two want."
"Whatever we want?" Elizabeth smiled. "Perhaps you could get us a ship as well - so that we may have our own adventures."
"I'm hurt, love." Jack took in a deep breath of the salty sea air. "My adventures not good enough for your taste?"
"Too much adventure could be a bother..." Will said.
"Or death." Elizabeth sighed.
Jack smiled as he looked out over the sea. The sun would be setting shortly and it would rise... opening up to new day. A new adventure.
"Death in itself is also an adventure."
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A/N: Well - one more chapter folks and IoS is going to be through. I've lost some reviewers... and I've been doing good at updating... I'm sad.
I finally am at the end. I am so excited about starting a sequel. You won't have to read IoS to know what's going on - but I probably will refer back to a few things every now and again. But nothing that will freak anybody out. So tell you're friends that the pirates are going to have an epic tale of god-like proportions. It's gonna be a wild myth... yeehaw.
:: begins to slowly die without reviews ::
'Tis only curteous to review after you read. I don't care if you just say... "yo". Seriously.
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Next Chapter - Epilogue: A Siren of the Sea
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Chapter 23 : Down to the Depths of Davy Jones' Locker
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The crew, but especially Will and Jack, built a very rough casket for Cat's body. Elizabeth had wanted to give Catharine a proper burial, but Jack had to explain to her that they would not be able to do anything of the sort. They would hang Cat's body up for all to see or burn the body in front of a mass of people. Elizabeth shuddered at the thought and decided that an oceanic tomb was better than having the body be treated as such.
"Elizabeth?" Will embraced Elizabeth in a huge hug. "How are you?"
"I am doing better - it's a new experience." She said in a whisper. "I only knew Catharine for a few months, but she..."
"Stop."
"What?" Elizabeth turned around to face Jack.
"Let's not talk about it." Jack said with a solemn expression on his tan face. "We're on our way back to the Isle de Muerta. Just so ye know."
"Aye." Will nodded his head.
"Wait." Elizabeth turned Jack around to face her. "Why are we going back?"
"The monkey has the last piece of Aztec gold. Best not upset ol' Cortez by not bringin' it back." Jack said with a half smile.
"The monkey?" Will knew all too well the appearance of the monkey.
"Aye - the monkey."
"Jack?"
"Yes?"
"Not you - I mean - Jack the Monkey?"
"Aye."
"You have the monkey?" Will's eyes opened wide.
"That's what I've been tellin' ye." Jack shrugged in disbelief at Will. How much slower and more stupid could the blacksmith get?
"Oh."
"Right - goin' to put back the gold."
"I heard that part." Will huffed.
"Just in case ye missed it." Jack turned on his heels. He really wasn't in the mood for talking. "Whelp of a eunuch."
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That night at sea the entire crew of the Black Pearl had a funeral for Catharine DeVries. They stripped her of her title of "The Black Cat" - she was too good for that. Of course, no other would know of the ceremony and that she was no longer evil, but it was better that way.
"To a great pirate." Jack took off his hat and looked up at the moon. The moonlight made him look pale and very tired.
"Down to the depths of Davy Jones' locker... may the grave of Catharine DeVries be left undisturbed." Elizabeth said under her breath as she watched the casket be lowered into the water as if it were a small boat. The casket floated for a few minutes and slowly began to drift down... down... and down. Down into the abyss of darkness and sea monsters. The one and only... Davy Jones' locker.
The crew was silent for a few more minutes after the casket was no longer seen. Finally - Captain Sparrow felt that the mourning had gone on long enough.
"All sails up - we sail to de Muerta."
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"Reamp! Aztec! Reamp!" The parrot flew to Sparrow and landed on his shoulder. "REAMP!"
"That's right, mate." Jack puffed out his chest. "We're here."
The crew all made their way into the very familiar caves... to where the forsaken treasure of Cortez would always hold its curse. One lone skeleton lay on a pile of treasure - the skeleton of the long dead body of the infamous Captain Barbossa. His spirit could not even haunt the place of his death... for hell had swallowed him whole as soon as he had been exorcised from Catharine's body.
Jack was carrying Jack the Monkey buy his tale. The monkey wasn't giving up too easily - considering it knew that some of its blood must be shed.
Will took a small knife and cut the shoulder of the monkey and let some of the blood pour onto the last piece of Aztec gold. Will, then placed the gold in the monkey's hand and the monkey screeched as the gold fell with a soft clink into the chest.
Jack then put the top of the chest back on and the crew all stared at Jack, waiting for his next move. He looked at the monkey. The monkey looked at him.
"Are you willin' to risk all danger and become a part of me crew, Jack the Monkey?" Jack kneeled down to the small creature that was holding it's wounded shoulder.
The monkey nodded and screeched again.
"Cross yer heart and hope to die?" Jack's kohl-painted eyes loomed menacingly.
The monkey furiously nodded again.
"Stick a needle in your eye?" Will piped up.
Jack looked at Will like he had 50 heads. "I'll handle this, if you don't mind, Mr. Turner."
Jack then focused all his attention back on the monkey. He leaned in and was face to face with the monkey. "Stick a needle in yer eye?"
The monkey tilted his head to one side.
"For God's sake! Answer a man! Yes or no, boy... er... monkey!"
The monkey put a finger to his eye and nodded.
"Right - we have an accord, then?"
Jack and Jack shook hands.
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"So what now, Captain Sparrow?" Elizabeth looked out over the side of the ship as they left the Isle de Muerta... never to return.
"Another adventure, I hope." Jack said with a slight smile on his face. It was rather hard to put a death of one close to the side, but he was a pirate. He had dealt with many a death before. He could handle it . . .
"Perhaps you could drop us off back at Port Royale." Will said as he approached the two, inviting himself into the conversation.
"Whatever ye two want."
"Whatever we want?" Elizabeth smiled. "Perhaps you could get us a ship as well - so that we may have our own adventures."
"I'm hurt, love." Jack took in a deep breath of the salty sea air. "My adventures not good enough for your taste?"
"Too much adventure could be a bother..." Will said.
"Or death." Elizabeth sighed.
Jack smiled as he looked out over the sea. The sun would be setting shortly and it would rise... opening up to new day. A new adventure.
"Death in itself is also an adventure."
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A/N: Well - one more chapter folks and IoS is going to be through. I've lost some reviewers... and I've been doing good at updating... I'm sad.
I finally am at the end. I am so excited about starting a sequel. You won't have to read IoS to know what's going on - but I probably will refer back to a few things every now and again. But nothing that will freak anybody out. So tell you're friends that the pirates are going to have an epic tale of god-like proportions. It's gonna be a wild myth... yeehaw.
:: begins to slowly die without reviews ::
'Tis only curteous to review after you read. I don't care if you just say... "yo". Seriously.
******
Next Chapter - Epilogue: A Siren of the Sea