Sooooo sorry this is taking me ages, but I've had lots of work to do lately. I know this is a diddy chapter, but I
thought it'd be better to have a little than nothing at all.
Simply Sara: Wahooo! More RUM! *downs it all* Hee hee, I didn't think I could write this if I didn't get to use the word
mincing about the lovely Captain Sparrow at least once.
allneonlike1713: Thankee v. much. :D What Jade's basically meant to have done, is because she realised they wouldn't all
be able to get out of the tiny exit before the crew got after them, she shot the archway into the cave where the others
were away so they could get out without the crew being able to get to them, while she warded the crew off. Whoop dee doo
for melodrama, hee hee!!
JackFan2: What? NO NO! Not GOOD! What are you doing?!? *snigger* soz, u reminded me :D
anonymous: If I could appropriately right the whole Dum dum DUUUUUUM thing I really would :D SOO fun!
quiet-one145: I ain't done yet,there's MORE! :D
milady*sparrow: YAY ur back! LMAO I can actually imagine you screaming at ppl to fix ur computer now, funnnny! Glad ur
still liking it :).
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It was black.
Dear God but how black. She couldn't see, there was nothing to see WITH. No light to penetrate the world and give her
illumination. The drip, drip, drip on the rocks, her own shallow panting breaths, trying to keep it quiet, quiet. If
her eyes wouldn't seen then she'd have to train her ears. They were out in that black that didn't have an end and didn't
have a name it was too barren even for that.
She swallowed her tongue and stole back her breath and listened for them, the cautious footsteps, the tapping against the
rock pathways. She carefully slid down the wall of moist stone, let herself bump to the ground gingerly, the breath held
tight up inside her, her hand held sharp against the hilt of her sword. Her sword. How much more obsolete could it be?
It would serve her no good. Nothing would. Soon, she would start to get hungry. How long had she been here, been
hiding like a rat? Days, minutes seconds, it didn't matter. You needed day to remember such things. Without day there
didn't seem to even be any time by which she could measure her wait.
Calm breathe, deep, breathe.
The gentle murmur of footsteps that she was waiting for slipped into her silent brain and she ground her teeth down to
bitter points of fate. Subtly louder, acutely closer... closer. The resonating in her ears became almost deafening as
the footsteps came down almost on top of her.
The arching swing that shot upwards into the empty dark that HAD to be filled with a body swung smooth and free as she
straightened from her shrunken place in one fluid movement with that cut. It met.
It connected.
The muffled grunt followed by still nothingness allowed her to release a puff or so of that breath she kept safely held
inside her. She squatted on the ground again, one hand tiptoeing out until it came into contact with a strand of fibrous
hair, soft and grainy against the cold stone. She lifted the head she had severed and tossed it away carelessly, her
thoughts vacant and dead.
As long as the others were safe.
It had been her necessity. If she had to die for it, she would, but not them. It was not their place.
Feeling somewhat futilely behind the curtain of bleak emptiness that wrapped her thoughts, she thought of what a savage
waste it was that her life had come to this revenge.
Managing to stay alive or escape she hadn't even considered. She hadn't thought of anything really. She had no hope,
she had no fear. She just intended to make sure she lived as long as she could.
A shuffle somewhere off to her left made her start and jolt to her feet. Where she had thrown the head... Where the body
had fell...
Even the undead could surely not move without their heads?
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"JADE! JADE!"
None of them had ever seen Jack in such a fury of purpose, an intent that seemed to be inspired by momentary madness.
Will watched in horror as he savagely attempted to rip his way back through the hole they had dragged him out of, roaring
at the top of his lungs. As his movements became even more frenzied Gibbs dragged him back, struggling to keep him
composed. "There's nuthin' you can do Jack! Ye can't help her now." he said, clinging on to him tight, trying to shake
some reason in to him that none of them truly felt. Rita was standing mute with utter horror whilst tears ran down
Syla's grime-streaked face, and the rest felt as dead as they knew Jade could only hope to become. Jack snatched himself
free from Gibbs, silenced but by no means stopped. Without even looking at any of them he began heading down the
coastline with fast tread. Will grabbed hold of him in a bid to stop him "Jack, Gibbs is right..." he began only for Jack
to snatch his arm away and round on him with eyes flashing jet black anger.
"Maybe YOU Mr. Turner, have women like Jade Quinn telling you they love you everyday, but I do not! Not women like her!
I've lost her once and I've let her die for me once before, I have no intention of letting it happen again! Men like me
don't get second chances like this, and I refuse to let her play the hero this time!"
"I'm going with you." said Rita sharply, marching after as Jack turned and continued up the beach. The rest could only
afford an instants hesitation before they found themselves chasing after both Jack and Rita up around the coastline.
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thought it'd be better to have a little than nothing at all.
Simply Sara: Wahooo! More RUM! *downs it all* Hee hee, I didn't think I could write this if I didn't get to use the word
mincing about the lovely Captain Sparrow at least once.
allneonlike1713: Thankee v. much. :D What Jade's basically meant to have done, is because she realised they wouldn't all
be able to get out of the tiny exit before the crew got after them, she shot the archway into the cave where the others
were away so they could get out without the crew being able to get to them, while she warded the crew off. Whoop dee doo
for melodrama, hee hee!!
JackFan2: What? NO NO! Not GOOD! What are you doing?!? *snigger* soz, u reminded me :D
anonymous: If I could appropriately right the whole Dum dum DUUUUUUM thing I really would :D SOO fun!
quiet-one145: I ain't done yet,there's MORE! :D
milady*sparrow: YAY ur back! LMAO I can actually imagine you screaming at ppl to fix ur computer now, funnnny! Glad ur
still liking it :).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It was black.
Dear God but how black. She couldn't see, there was nothing to see WITH. No light to penetrate the world and give her
illumination. The drip, drip, drip on the rocks, her own shallow panting breaths, trying to keep it quiet, quiet. If
her eyes wouldn't seen then she'd have to train her ears. They were out in that black that didn't have an end and didn't
have a name it was too barren even for that.
She swallowed her tongue and stole back her breath and listened for them, the cautious footsteps, the tapping against the
rock pathways. She carefully slid down the wall of moist stone, let herself bump to the ground gingerly, the breath held
tight up inside her, her hand held sharp against the hilt of her sword. Her sword. How much more obsolete could it be?
It would serve her no good. Nothing would. Soon, she would start to get hungry. How long had she been here, been
hiding like a rat? Days, minutes seconds, it didn't matter. You needed day to remember such things. Without day there
didn't seem to even be any time by which she could measure her wait.
Calm breathe, deep, breathe.
The gentle murmur of footsteps that she was waiting for slipped into her silent brain and she ground her teeth down to
bitter points of fate. Subtly louder, acutely closer... closer. The resonating in her ears became almost deafening as
the footsteps came down almost on top of her.
The arching swing that shot upwards into the empty dark that HAD to be filled with a body swung smooth and free as she
straightened from her shrunken place in one fluid movement with that cut. It met.
It connected.
The muffled grunt followed by still nothingness allowed her to release a puff or so of that breath she kept safely held
inside her. She squatted on the ground again, one hand tiptoeing out until it came into contact with a strand of fibrous
hair, soft and grainy against the cold stone. She lifted the head she had severed and tossed it away carelessly, her
thoughts vacant and dead.
As long as the others were safe.
It had been her necessity. If she had to die for it, she would, but not them. It was not their place.
Feeling somewhat futilely behind the curtain of bleak emptiness that wrapped her thoughts, she thought of what a savage
waste it was that her life had come to this revenge.
Managing to stay alive or escape she hadn't even considered. She hadn't thought of anything really. She had no hope,
she had no fear. She just intended to make sure she lived as long as she could.
A shuffle somewhere off to her left made her start and jolt to her feet. Where she had thrown the head... Where the body
had fell...
Even the undead could surely not move without their heads?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"JADE! JADE!"
None of them had ever seen Jack in such a fury of purpose, an intent that seemed to be inspired by momentary madness.
Will watched in horror as he savagely attempted to rip his way back through the hole they had dragged him out of, roaring
at the top of his lungs. As his movements became even more frenzied Gibbs dragged him back, struggling to keep him
composed. "There's nuthin' you can do Jack! Ye can't help her now." he said, clinging on to him tight, trying to shake
some reason in to him that none of them truly felt. Rita was standing mute with utter horror whilst tears ran down
Syla's grime-streaked face, and the rest felt as dead as they knew Jade could only hope to become. Jack snatched himself
free from Gibbs, silenced but by no means stopped. Without even looking at any of them he began heading down the
coastline with fast tread. Will grabbed hold of him in a bid to stop him "Jack, Gibbs is right..." he began only for Jack
to snatch his arm away and round on him with eyes flashing jet black anger.
"Maybe YOU Mr. Turner, have women like Jade Quinn telling you they love you everyday, but I do not! Not women like her!
I've lost her once and I've let her die for me once before, I have no intention of letting it happen again! Men like me
don't get second chances like this, and I refuse to let her play the hero this time!"
"I'm going with you." said Rita sharply, marching after as Jack turned and continued up the beach. The rest could only
afford an instants hesitation before they found themselves chasing after both Jack and Rita up around the coastline.
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