Disclaimer:
Py: I'm exhausted and I'm supposed to be grounded form the computer, so no complainin' about the shortness of this chappie, savvy?
Sess: Although her plans for stealing the ownership for Pirates of the Caribbean are still in the works, py doesn't own PotC.
Py: Oh, by the way- WE'VE GOT OVER 200 REVIEWS! *dances around before collapsing into chair* Yeah, that used up about all the energy I had- so I'll go on and write this pitifully short chappie- hope you all can forgive me
Sess: Don't worry, they will. *glares threatening at reviewers*
Slightly Hazy
Chapter 18: abandon?
"I can't believe this!" Elizabeth shouts in frustration as Jack wades onto the beach. "That filthy pirate marooned us on an island to die!"
"It would seem so." Jacque says harshly, glaring at the retreating ship before turning to look at Jack, who is staring intently at the Pearl with an unreadable expression on his face.
"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship." Jack says after the sails disappear over the horizon before turning around and stomping off into the palm trees.
"Wait!" Jacque calls, stumbling after Jack with Elizabeth at her heels. "But you were marooned on this island before, weren't you? So we can escape in the same way you did then."
"To what point and purpose, young missy?" Jack asks, turning to look Jacque in the eye. "The Black Pearl is gone and, unless one of you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in your bodices," He pauses for a moment, scanning their bodies to reassure that that possibility is nonexistent. "Unlikely, young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him."
"Young Mr. Turner," Jacque says, her voice quivering slightly. "Well, if you care so little about him, what of my friend, hm? You're just going to abandon the both of them without so much as an effort?"
Jacque watches curiously as Jack turns his head towards the horizon with a painful look on his face and Jacque realizes the weight of what she just accused him of.
"I apologize, Jack." She says softly, regretting her harsh words. "I didn't mean that. It's just that... I'm scared. I was lashing out."
Jack nods slightly, before turning to the palm trees surrounding them and knocking on each trunk.
"But you're Captain Jack Sparrow," Elizabeth says as Jack smirks slightly at the title and begins to measure steps away from a tree. "You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. You sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot. Are you the pirate I've read about or not? How did you escape last time?"
"Last time," Jack says, faltering slightly as if he's about to regret what he's about to say. "Last time I was here a grand total of three days, alright?" He says as he opens a cellar buried under the sand. "Last time, the rumrunners used this island as a cache. They came by and I was able to barter a passage off. From the looks of things, they've long been out of business. Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that..."
"So that's it then?" Elizabeth asks, disappointment heavy in her voice. " That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days, lying on a beach, drinking rum?"
"Welcome to the Caribbean, love." Jack says as he thrusts a dusty bottle of rum into Elizabeth's hands and watches as she storms off in a huff.
Jack then turns to Jacque to find her staring intently at the rum cellar, her eyes moving rapidly back and forth as if calculating something. Noticing Jack's eyes on her, she looks up at him and grabs the remaining rum bottle out of his hands, genuinely smiling up at him with one triumphant thought echoing through her head.
We may still have a chance.
*
A/N: Again, I beg for your ultimate forgiveness for the total shortness and lack of plot in this chapter, but I'm out of it and ready to drop dead. Sorry.
REVIEW RESPONSES:
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING BUT I'M TOO TIRED TO EVEN RESPOND TO YOUR FANTASTIC REVIEWS! I HOPE YOU ALL CAN FORGIVE ME AND I'LL BE SURE TO MAKE UP FOR IT NEXT CHAPPIE!
Py: I'm exhausted and I'm supposed to be grounded form the computer, so no complainin' about the shortness of this chappie, savvy?
Sess: Although her plans for stealing the ownership for Pirates of the Caribbean are still in the works, py doesn't own PotC.
Py: Oh, by the way- WE'VE GOT OVER 200 REVIEWS! *dances around before collapsing into chair* Yeah, that used up about all the energy I had- so I'll go on and write this pitifully short chappie- hope you all can forgive me
Sess: Don't worry, they will. *glares threatening at reviewers*
Slightly Hazy
Chapter 18: abandon?
"I can't believe this!" Elizabeth shouts in frustration as Jack wades onto the beach. "That filthy pirate marooned us on an island to die!"
"It would seem so." Jacque says harshly, glaring at the retreating ship before turning to look at Jack, who is staring intently at the Pearl with an unreadable expression on his face.
"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship." Jack says after the sails disappear over the horizon before turning around and stomping off into the palm trees.
"Wait!" Jacque calls, stumbling after Jack with Elizabeth at her heels. "But you were marooned on this island before, weren't you? So we can escape in the same way you did then."
"To what point and purpose, young missy?" Jack asks, turning to look Jacque in the eye. "The Black Pearl is gone and, unless one of you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in your bodices," He pauses for a moment, scanning their bodies to reassure that that possibility is nonexistent. "Unlikely, young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him."
"Young Mr. Turner," Jacque says, her voice quivering slightly. "Well, if you care so little about him, what of my friend, hm? You're just going to abandon the both of them without so much as an effort?"
Jacque watches curiously as Jack turns his head towards the horizon with a painful look on his face and Jacque realizes the weight of what she just accused him of.
"I apologize, Jack." She says softly, regretting her harsh words. "I didn't mean that. It's just that... I'm scared. I was lashing out."
Jack nods slightly, before turning to the palm trees surrounding them and knocking on each trunk.
"But you're Captain Jack Sparrow," Elizabeth says as Jack smirks slightly at the title and begins to measure steps away from a tree. "You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. You sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot. Are you the pirate I've read about or not? How did you escape last time?"
"Last time," Jack says, faltering slightly as if he's about to regret what he's about to say. "Last time I was here a grand total of three days, alright?" He says as he opens a cellar buried under the sand. "Last time, the rumrunners used this island as a cache. They came by and I was able to barter a passage off. From the looks of things, they've long been out of business. Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that..."
"So that's it then?" Elizabeth asks, disappointment heavy in her voice. " That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days, lying on a beach, drinking rum?"
"Welcome to the Caribbean, love." Jack says as he thrusts a dusty bottle of rum into Elizabeth's hands and watches as she storms off in a huff.
Jack then turns to Jacque to find her staring intently at the rum cellar, her eyes moving rapidly back and forth as if calculating something. Noticing Jack's eyes on her, she looks up at him and grabs the remaining rum bottle out of his hands, genuinely smiling up at him with one triumphant thought echoing through her head.
We may still have a chance.
*
A/N: Again, I beg for your ultimate forgiveness for the total shortness and lack of plot in this chapter, but I'm out of it and ready to drop dead. Sorry.
REVIEW RESPONSES:
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING BUT I'M TOO TIRED TO EVEN RESPOND TO YOUR FANTASTIC REVIEWS! I HOPE YOU ALL CAN FORGIVE ME AND I'LL BE SURE TO MAKE UP FOR IT NEXT CHAPPIE!