Disclaimer: For the third freakin' time! I don't own POTC! But I'm working
on a plot to catch Jack!! *grins evilly*
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"Come on, doggy. It's just you and me now. It's you and ol' Jack . Come on. Come on, good boy. That a good boy, come on! Bit closer, bit closer."
I watched in amazement as the dog approached Sparrow cautiously, the keys clamped firmly in his mouth. 'Maybe it's stupider then I thought,' I thought.
"That's it, that's it, doggy. Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cur." There was a banging heard, and the dog spooked and ran off.
"No, no, no, no, no, I didn't mean it. I didn't..." Sparrow trailed off.
"Way to go!" I exclaimed sarcastically. "You've single- handedly ruined or only chance of escape!"
"Note the 'single-handedly' part," Sparrow retorted. "At least I tried getting us out." I was about to reply when a prison guard was thrown down the stairs, making a loud clash. 'Uh oh,' I thought and looked anxiously towards the stairway.
Sure enough, two evil looking pirates sauntered down the stairs. 'Here to save Sparrow,' I guessed.
"This ain't the armory!" one of them said thickly after surveying the room. The other was leering quite unpleasantly at us. Actually, he was leering at Sparrow
"Well, well, well, look what we have here Twigg - Captain Jack Sparrow, and he's got himself a lass!" he sneered, sending me a nasty look. I glared back at him.
The one called Twigg smirked. "Last time I saw you, you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much." He then looked at me. "Or maybe, only slightly," he added suggestively. My stomach flipped unpleasantly at his last comment. I was about to speak when Sparrow cut me off.
"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and *mutineers*." I sent a confused look Sparrow's way, but he was focused on other things.
Twigg's companion didn't look too pleased at Sparrow's comment. In one quick motion, he had his arm through the bars, and his hand clasped around Sparrow's throat. But I wasn't worried about Sparrow's safety. Oh, no. I was too busy looking at the pirate's arm. It had turned to gleaming white bone, where the tattered sleeve of the pirate's shirt wasn't covering it. I recoiled in disgust, and a wave of nausea swept over me. Sparrow looked just as surprised.
"So there is a curse. That's interesting," said Sparrow coolly.
"You know nothing of Hell," he snarled back bitterly. The two left as suddenly as they'd come.
"That's very interesting," Sparrow said to himself.
"What in Hell's name was *that*?" I asked, feeling *extremely* confused. 'This is insane!' I thought heatedly.
"What does it look like?" Sparrow replied. I stared at him. He sighed. "To be completely honest love, which I'm not, I have *no* idea."
I didn't believe him. "*Of course* you know what's going on!" I shouted. "What with all that curse mumbo jumbo you said??"
Sparrow shot me an angry look. "If I knew what was going on, I wouldn't tell you anyway. If I recall correctly, I seem to remember a certain someone not wanting to tell me about herself. I also remember her stealing my hat and punching me in the nose." He paused to flash me a cheeky grin. "Not much incentive for me to tell you what I *do* know, now is it?"
I scowled at him. "Ye'd be much prettier if ya smiled love," he sassed, further infuriating me.
"Unless you want another sock in the nose, I suggest you hold your tongue," I growled, using every ounce of self- control I had not to knock him out on the spot.
"Sticks and stones love."
Seeing that nothing I could say or do would shut him up, I resigned myself to staring out the hole in the wall. From what I could see, the Black Pearl was preparing to leave. 'I wish I knew what they were here for, and it obviously isn't for Captain Sparrow over there. Like anyone would want him anyway.' I looked over my shoulder at him. His hat was pulled over his eyes and he was apparently trying to sleep. I shrugged. 'Well, if you can't beat him, join him.' And so I nestled down in the dirty, rotting straw to try to catch some sleep. 'I'll sort everythin' out in the morn, and work on an escape plan.' In the next instant, sleep had taken over.
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I awoke the next morning to the first rays of dawn coming through the gaping hole in the wall. I sat up groggily, and tried to make my half-awake mind focus.
"Good morning sunshine!" Sparrow said cheerfully. 'And I'd thought he'd be asleep,' I groaned inwardly.
"Glad to see ye've found a new name for me," I quipped, as I stood up and stretched. Sparrow was busy picking the lock with a splintered piece of bone. "I hate to break it to ya Sparrow, but that isn't going to work," I pointed out.
He paused mid- lock picking and turned to look at me, his face suddenly serious, or so it seemed. "Call me Jack love," he said. I stared at him in shock, and I wasn't sure if I was surprised over him being serious for once, or for him asking me to call him Jack. I'm sure I looked like an overgrown fish, gaping at him like I was. I quickly recovered.
"Only if you call me Rachel," I said. There was a tense moment. "I know it'll be difficult, since you seem *infatuated* with the word 'love'," I added sarcastically, trying to break the awkwardness. "Do we have an accord?" I asked. He grinned, and stuck out a hand. Noticing the many rings that adorned it, I shook it.
"Well, Jack, you may continue on with your futile lock picking," I said, waving a dismissive hand in his direction.
"And you, lo-Rachel, can resume with you pointless staring out the window," he replied evenly. We had reached a mutual truce, and I tried not to smile at his difficulty at not calling me 'love'.
TBC
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A/N: YES! ANOTHER POINTLESS CHAPTER UP! *does chicken dance* Y'all should be proud, two chappies in two days! *looks proud of herself* Unfortunately, this one is rather short...*instantly looks sheepish* It's better then nothing though! But Will will (lol! Will will! *readers look confused* never mind...) be in the next chapter! *Will fangirls cheer* Well, y'all all know what to do now!!! REVIEW ye scurvy dogs! And many thanks to San San As Herself who reviewed twice!! And also thanks to Rood-Roosje who also reviewed! *gives out free rum to reviewers* If ye review for this chapter, ye get free swords! Or cutlasses, whichever you want. Just don't poke someone's eye out with them! ^_^ Well, I must be going! Stories to read! Reviews to write! Sexy pirate captains to kidnap!! *laughs evilly again* Ta!
Until next time,
~TheSiriusSparrow~
P.S.
I was wondering if I have Jack in character or not. He's a hard one to write....
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"Come on, doggy. It's just you and me now. It's you and ol' Jack . Come on. Come on, good boy. That a good boy, come on! Bit closer, bit closer."
I watched in amazement as the dog approached Sparrow cautiously, the keys clamped firmly in his mouth. 'Maybe it's stupider then I thought,' I thought.
"That's it, that's it, doggy. Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cur." There was a banging heard, and the dog spooked and ran off.
"No, no, no, no, no, I didn't mean it. I didn't..." Sparrow trailed off.
"Way to go!" I exclaimed sarcastically. "You've single- handedly ruined or only chance of escape!"
"Note the 'single-handedly' part," Sparrow retorted. "At least I tried getting us out." I was about to reply when a prison guard was thrown down the stairs, making a loud clash. 'Uh oh,' I thought and looked anxiously towards the stairway.
Sure enough, two evil looking pirates sauntered down the stairs. 'Here to save Sparrow,' I guessed.
"This ain't the armory!" one of them said thickly after surveying the room. The other was leering quite unpleasantly at us. Actually, he was leering at Sparrow
"Well, well, well, look what we have here Twigg - Captain Jack Sparrow, and he's got himself a lass!" he sneered, sending me a nasty look. I glared back at him.
The one called Twigg smirked. "Last time I saw you, you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much." He then looked at me. "Or maybe, only slightly," he added suggestively. My stomach flipped unpleasantly at his last comment. I was about to speak when Sparrow cut me off.
"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and *mutineers*." I sent a confused look Sparrow's way, but he was focused on other things.
Twigg's companion didn't look too pleased at Sparrow's comment. In one quick motion, he had his arm through the bars, and his hand clasped around Sparrow's throat. But I wasn't worried about Sparrow's safety. Oh, no. I was too busy looking at the pirate's arm. It had turned to gleaming white bone, where the tattered sleeve of the pirate's shirt wasn't covering it. I recoiled in disgust, and a wave of nausea swept over me. Sparrow looked just as surprised.
"So there is a curse. That's interesting," said Sparrow coolly.
"You know nothing of Hell," he snarled back bitterly. The two left as suddenly as they'd come.
"That's very interesting," Sparrow said to himself.
"What in Hell's name was *that*?" I asked, feeling *extremely* confused. 'This is insane!' I thought heatedly.
"What does it look like?" Sparrow replied. I stared at him. He sighed. "To be completely honest love, which I'm not, I have *no* idea."
I didn't believe him. "*Of course* you know what's going on!" I shouted. "What with all that curse mumbo jumbo you said??"
Sparrow shot me an angry look. "If I knew what was going on, I wouldn't tell you anyway. If I recall correctly, I seem to remember a certain someone not wanting to tell me about herself. I also remember her stealing my hat and punching me in the nose." He paused to flash me a cheeky grin. "Not much incentive for me to tell you what I *do* know, now is it?"
I scowled at him. "Ye'd be much prettier if ya smiled love," he sassed, further infuriating me.
"Unless you want another sock in the nose, I suggest you hold your tongue," I growled, using every ounce of self- control I had not to knock him out on the spot.
"Sticks and stones love."
Seeing that nothing I could say or do would shut him up, I resigned myself to staring out the hole in the wall. From what I could see, the Black Pearl was preparing to leave. 'I wish I knew what they were here for, and it obviously isn't for Captain Sparrow over there. Like anyone would want him anyway.' I looked over my shoulder at him. His hat was pulled over his eyes and he was apparently trying to sleep. I shrugged. 'Well, if you can't beat him, join him.' And so I nestled down in the dirty, rotting straw to try to catch some sleep. 'I'll sort everythin' out in the morn, and work on an escape plan.' In the next instant, sleep had taken over.
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I awoke the next morning to the first rays of dawn coming through the gaping hole in the wall. I sat up groggily, and tried to make my half-awake mind focus.
"Good morning sunshine!" Sparrow said cheerfully. 'And I'd thought he'd be asleep,' I groaned inwardly.
"Glad to see ye've found a new name for me," I quipped, as I stood up and stretched. Sparrow was busy picking the lock with a splintered piece of bone. "I hate to break it to ya Sparrow, but that isn't going to work," I pointed out.
He paused mid- lock picking and turned to look at me, his face suddenly serious, or so it seemed. "Call me Jack love," he said. I stared at him in shock, and I wasn't sure if I was surprised over him being serious for once, or for him asking me to call him Jack. I'm sure I looked like an overgrown fish, gaping at him like I was. I quickly recovered.
"Only if you call me Rachel," I said. There was a tense moment. "I know it'll be difficult, since you seem *infatuated* with the word 'love'," I added sarcastically, trying to break the awkwardness. "Do we have an accord?" I asked. He grinned, and stuck out a hand. Noticing the many rings that adorned it, I shook it.
"Well, Jack, you may continue on with your futile lock picking," I said, waving a dismissive hand in his direction.
"And you, lo-Rachel, can resume with you pointless staring out the window," he replied evenly. We had reached a mutual truce, and I tried not to smile at his difficulty at not calling me 'love'.
TBC
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A/N: YES! ANOTHER POINTLESS CHAPTER UP! *does chicken dance* Y'all should be proud, two chappies in two days! *looks proud of herself* Unfortunately, this one is rather short...*instantly looks sheepish* It's better then nothing though! But Will will (lol! Will will! *readers look confused* never mind...) be in the next chapter! *Will fangirls cheer* Well, y'all all know what to do now!!! REVIEW ye scurvy dogs! And many thanks to San San As Herself who reviewed twice!! And also thanks to Rood-Roosje who also reviewed! *gives out free rum to reviewers* If ye review for this chapter, ye get free swords! Or cutlasses, whichever you want. Just don't poke someone's eye out with them! ^_^ Well, I must be going! Stories to read! Reviews to write! Sexy pirate captains to kidnap!! *laughs evilly again* Ta!
Until next time,
~TheSiriusSparrow~
P.S.
I was wondering if I have Jack in character or not. He's a hard one to write....
