Disclaimer:
Py: *stares at computer screen*
Sess: What are you doing?
Py: *continues staring*
Sess: *waves hand in front of py's eyes* Hellooo?
Py: *staring*
Sess: Py? What the heck are you doing? Ggrr... *puts hands over py's eyes*
Py: Sess! Thanks a lot- I lost now! *pouts*
Sess: *glances at computer screen and rolls eyes* I can't believe that you were having another staring contest with the pictures on your desktop... You're such a dork.
Py: -.- grr... I'm still angry about that. How to extract my revenge...*thinks for a moment before snapping her fingers and a bright flash surrounds Sess, finding him once again in his trunks freezing his butt off* Take that!
Sess: Not again.
Slightly Hazy
Chapter 20: man of your word?
"Ah, if it isn't the hellcat. So glad you could make it." Barbossa says with a menacing smirk as you are roughly shoved into a chair in his cabin and your wrists are tightly tied down with rough rope.
"I'm not. The accommodations I've received leave much to be desired." You say, throwing his own mocking tone back at him with a glare.
"Oh, I can see why Jack kept ye around; ye seem to have enough fire to burn down an entire ship." Barbossa replies with a chuckle. "We're fortunate, then, to have an immunity to that particular danger."
You bite back a retort and simply clench your teeth, waiting for Barbossa to get to the point. Noticing your silence, Barbossa chuckles hoarsely again.
"It seems that ye aren't one to suffer any pleasantries today, are you?" Barbossa says with a sneer. "Perhaps ye'll break easily without Sparrow at yer back."
You are unable to stop the pain from flashing in your eyes before narrowing your eyes and you clench your fists and turn them white as paper, glowering at Barbossa, mentally willing him to burst into flames at the contact.
"Ah, so it seems I've struck a nerve." Barbossa says triumphantly as he walks to the table a few feet away and nonchalantly examines an apple. "Yes, Captain Sparrow. He's probably sitting on that island and praying to every deity out there for a rescue. He probably hasn't given ye a second thought. Then again, he was marooned with the two lasses, so he's probably rather distracted at the moment... No matter, he'll be dead within the week."
Barbossa sets down the apple and walks over to you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him while you desperately struggle to keep your expression impassive.
"But you see, Jack will never be able to get off that island, just as he's never been able to care for another, so it'd be best fer ye to forget him, as he has undoubtedly already extended that courtesy to you." Barbossa releases your chin with a triumphantly wicked smile and walks over to the door. "I think I'd best be leavin' ye to yer thoughts, then. Don't worry, I'll be back to have a little chat with ye later."
With that, Barbossa leaves the cabin, shutting the door behind him and loudly locking it. Not that you'd heard it, you simply stare straight ahead, lost in your whirlwind of thoughts.
*
"There. That should do it for now." Jacque says as she places the final crate of rum in the pile. "We'll need the others to spur more signals as the original one dies down."
"Alright," Elizabeth says as she runs over to the still burning bonfire and picks up a stick and lights the end. "Stand back! This could very well blow the both of us sky high if it doesn't work correctly!"
Nodding, Jacque runs back about twenty feet and turns to see Elizabeth throw the torch into the pile and turn around and cover her ears as the seven crates catch fire and explode into the air with a loud BOOM.
Opening her eyes, Jacque looks up to find that the rum did, in fact, catch fire without blowing her or Elizabeth to pieces, and it sent a smoke signal straight into the clear blue sky.
"It worked!" She shouts as she runs over to Elizabeth, who has a light layer of soot now covering her body.
"Yes," Elizabeth agrees. "It'll be not time at all until..."
"No! No good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing?!?" Jack yells as he runs up to Jacque and Elizabeth. "You burned all the food, the shade, the rum!"
"Yes, the rum is gone." Jacque says sadly, pouting slightly.
"What is the rum gone?" Jack asks, desperately trying to grasp whatever insane concept that had possessed the girls to burn his precious rum.
"One," Elizabeth says, turning to glare at Jack. "Because it is a foul drink that turns even the most respectable men into scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high! The entire royal navy is out there looking for me- do you really think that there's even the slightest chance that they won't see it?"
"But why is the rum gone?" Jack demands, clearly not wanting to accept the logic behind the sacrifice of his rum.
"Just wait, Captain Sparrow,' Elizabeth says as she sits defiantly in the sand, scanning the horizon. "You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon."
"Jack." Jacque warns as Jack takes out his pistol with an insane gleam in his eyes and points it at Elizabeth before clumsily forcing it back into his belt and stomping off.
"It must have been terrible for you, Jack." Jack mimics in a high-pitched voice. "Well it bloody is now!"
"Calm down Jack." Jacque says as she walks up besides him. "You're only jealous because you didn't think of it yourself."
"So you're the brains behind this operation," Jack trails off as he turns to Jacque, glaring at her. "I should have known. Burning my rum... what possessed you to burn all of me rum?"
"That's besides the point, Jack." Jacque says with a small smile. "This means that we can get out of here soon and you know that the Pearl won't be able to make good time to the Isle de Muerta..."
"Ah, you mean you think that we'll be able to get to the Isle in time to save your Will an' your friend." Jack says, looking down at Jacque. "There's only one small catch: What's to stop your Commodore Norrington from locking me in the brig on the spot an' sailing back to Port Royal without a thought of Will an' the lass?"
"I am." Jacque says determinedly. "I don't care how, but I will get to that island. No one, much less the Commodore, is going to stop me. Granted, I would appreciate the help, but I couldn't live with myself knowing that I just left them there to die..."
"Calm down, lass." Jack says with a confidant smirk. "You've forgotten one very important thing- I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Of course," Jacque says with a smile and turns her head towards the ocean, her eyes widening immediately. "Look! It's a ship! The Dauntless!"
"You know," Jack says with a groan. "There'll be no livin' with her after this."
"Come on!" Jacque yells back at Jack as she sprints toward Elizabeth and Jack smirks slightly before following her footprints.
*
"I trust that ye've had ample time to yer thoughts?" Barbossa says with a sneer as he reenters his cabin after leaving you alone for about two hours.
"Oh, not nearly enough." You say with a glare. "I've only thought of about 100 different scenarios of your death at my hands. I need ample time to envision Jack's revenge as well."
"Hm," Barbossa says coldly. "It seems that ye've given yerself ample time to fall into denial, but don't worry, ye'll get a taste of reality soon enough."
"Do you consider yourself a man of your word, Barbossa?" You ask and Barbossa blinks at the randomness of the question before smirking slightly.
"I know what ye're tryin' to do, lass." He says with a knowing grin. "An' it won't work. Yer referrin' to the agreement between meself an' the whelp. The part about none of the crew bein' harmed. You know as well as I that an agreement lasts only as long as the party's life, so you're tryin' to buy yerself a little time. Unfortunately, you also know as well as I, that I am not a man of my word, so your little effort has failed."
"So you aren't a man of your word, then?" You question as you smirk slightly. "Then how do your men now that you'll give them all an equal share of the treasure once you've removed the curse? How do they know that you won't kill half of them to gain their share of the treasure?"
You smirk widens as you see Barbossa visibly seethe and hear mumbles from the two pirates that followed Barbossa into the room and are standing at the doorway.
"Aargh!" Barbossa yells out in frustration after a minute. "Lock 'er back in the brig!"
"You know, Barbossa," You say as your wrists are released and you are forced towards the door. "I think I quite enjoyed our little chat, didn't you?"
You smile as you see Barbossa's fuming face before you're shoved out the door and down back into the brig.
"You alright, lass?" Gibbs asks as you are shoved back into the cell with Will.
"Please," You say in a cocky voice. "I may not be Captain Jack Sparrow but I do have a few tricks up my sleeve, give me more credit than that."
"Argh! Shiver me timbers!" Cotton's parrot squawks and you snicker slightly.
"Cotton here says you missed a spot." Gibbs informs Pintel, who's currently scrubbing the brig.
"You knew William Turner?" Will asks, leaning up against the bars.
"Ole Bootstrap Bill," Pintel says slowly. "we knew him. Never sat well with Bootstrap what we did to Jack Sparrow, the mutiny and all. He said it wasn't right with the code, that's why he sent off a piece of the treasure to you as it were. He said we deserved to be cursed... and remain cursed."
"Stupid blighter." Ragetti agrees from behind Pintel.
"Good man." Gibbs counters.
"But as you can imagine, that didn't sit too well with the Captain." Pintel continues.
"That didn't sit too well with the Captain at all. Tell 'em what Barbossa did." Ragetti says to his friend.
"I'm telling the story!" Pintel yells like a child. "So, what the Captain did, he strapped a cannon to Bootstrap's bootstraps."
"Bootstrap's bootstraps." Pintel echoes eerily.
"The last we saw of ol' Bill Turner, he was sinkin' to the crushing black oblivion of Davey Jones's locker." Pintel says with a evil smirk. "'Course, it was only after that we learned that we needed his blood to lift the curse."
"That's what you call ironic." Ragetti says.
You hear footsteps descending the stairs to the brig and turn to find Barbossa standing at their base.
"Bring him!" He yells to Pintel and Ragetti. "An' the hellcat as well."
You look over to Will's solemn face as the door to your cell opens and you allow Ragetti to bind your wrists, not without popping his eye out once for fun, though.
Walking onto the deck, you glance over at Will, meeting his eyes, before staring at the misty Isle de Muerta.
*
A/N: I just noticed how rather depressed everyone is in this chappie, but I decided that I kinda like it. Oh well... *looks over at sess who's still shivering in his trunks*
Sess: I'd really appreciate it if you'd give me my clothes back.
Py: *sticks out tongue* Too bad. You have incurred my wrath and now you must suffer.
Sess: please? *eyes begin to water and become the cutest puppy eyes in the world*
Py: No! Not the eyes! Nobody can resist the eyes! *sighs* Fine. *snaps fingers and Sess is back in his normal clothes* You never play fair.
REVIEW RESPONSES:
Daydreambeliever14: Here! *hands a pint of rum* Drinks all around!
Bluslady198: Thanks. Well, I did mention the scar thing back in one of earlier chappies, you know, the one where you an' Jack were at the bar?
ChaoticLightningStorm: As you can see- we're waay smarter than Barbossa an' can take anything he throws at us... for now.
Misty Addams: Thanks. I haven't read anyone else's interpretation of what happens to Will either, so I hope you like!
Ayashe: I'm so intrigued about what you think I'm gonna do. I'm glad I can cheer you up. My sympathies, here *hands ayashe a jack sparrow cardboard cutout*
Kurama13: Yeah, we get to see Jack soon- hope fully *evil smirk*
She-hobbit: Glad I could expand your vocabulary. Yup, Will definitely got burned, although "we" kinda feel sorry for him now that he's about to die...
QueenOfCurls: Did ya notice how I said "your Will"? Personally, I believe that if you were as drunk as I made you, you would definitely sing for people ^.~
ReynSparrow; Thanks. "Please with Cpatain Jack Sparrow on top!" How can I resist a plea like that? Hope you liked this chappie!
Xandu: No! You can't be sobbing yet! Grr... Oh well, I hope this'll placate you for now.
Scorching Reality: Ok, I gotta admit, the name change thing confused me for a bit- but do you really want to have Sess again? Even if I'd let you, which, sorry to say, I won't, I'll bet you're still paying off all the damage he did to your bank account! Come on! Secret meeting for us to steal PotC tomorrow on the PotC ride *grabs plane tickets to Florida*
RK9: Really- so am I in pain now? I'm sorry, but my lazy butt is becoming increasingly difficult to move, so you'll just have to satisfy yourself with me once-a-week updates.
Sleepingbeauty1988: Thanks.
PLEASE REVIEW! (COME ON, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO)
Py: *stares at computer screen*
Sess: What are you doing?
Py: *continues staring*
Sess: *waves hand in front of py's eyes* Hellooo?
Py: *staring*
Sess: Py? What the heck are you doing? Ggrr... *puts hands over py's eyes*
Py: Sess! Thanks a lot- I lost now! *pouts*
Sess: *glances at computer screen and rolls eyes* I can't believe that you were having another staring contest with the pictures on your desktop... You're such a dork.
Py: -.- grr... I'm still angry about that. How to extract my revenge...*thinks for a moment before snapping her fingers and a bright flash surrounds Sess, finding him once again in his trunks freezing his butt off* Take that!
Sess: Not again.
Slightly Hazy
Chapter 20: man of your word?
"Ah, if it isn't the hellcat. So glad you could make it." Barbossa says with a menacing smirk as you are roughly shoved into a chair in his cabin and your wrists are tightly tied down with rough rope.
"I'm not. The accommodations I've received leave much to be desired." You say, throwing his own mocking tone back at him with a glare.
"Oh, I can see why Jack kept ye around; ye seem to have enough fire to burn down an entire ship." Barbossa replies with a chuckle. "We're fortunate, then, to have an immunity to that particular danger."
You bite back a retort and simply clench your teeth, waiting for Barbossa to get to the point. Noticing your silence, Barbossa chuckles hoarsely again.
"It seems that ye aren't one to suffer any pleasantries today, are you?" Barbossa says with a sneer. "Perhaps ye'll break easily without Sparrow at yer back."
You are unable to stop the pain from flashing in your eyes before narrowing your eyes and you clench your fists and turn them white as paper, glowering at Barbossa, mentally willing him to burst into flames at the contact.
"Ah, so it seems I've struck a nerve." Barbossa says triumphantly as he walks to the table a few feet away and nonchalantly examines an apple. "Yes, Captain Sparrow. He's probably sitting on that island and praying to every deity out there for a rescue. He probably hasn't given ye a second thought. Then again, he was marooned with the two lasses, so he's probably rather distracted at the moment... No matter, he'll be dead within the week."
Barbossa sets down the apple and walks over to you, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him while you desperately struggle to keep your expression impassive.
"But you see, Jack will never be able to get off that island, just as he's never been able to care for another, so it'd be best fer ye to forget him, as he has undoubtedly already extended that courtesy to you." Barbossa releases your chin with a triumphantly wicked smile and walks over to the door. "I think I'd best be leavin' ye to yer thoughts, then. Don't worry, I'll be back to have a little chat with ye later."
With that, Barbossa leaves the cabin, shutting the door behind him and loudly locking it. Not that you'd heard it, you simply stare straight ahead, lost in your whirlwind of thoughts.
*
"There. That should do it for now." Jacque says as she places the final crate of rum in the pile. "We'll need the others to spur more signals as the original one dies down."
"Alright," Elizabeth says as she runs over to the still burning bonfire and picks up a stick and lights the end. "Stand back! This could very well blow the both of us sky high if it doesn't work correctly!"
Nodding, Jacque runs back about twenty feet and turns to see Elizabeth throw the torch into the pile and turn around and cover her ears as the seven crates catch fire and explode into the air with a loud BOOM.
Opening her eyes, Jacque looks up to find that the rum did, in fact, catch fire without blowing her or Elizabeth to pieces, and it sent a smoke signal straight into the clear blue sky.
"It worked!" She shouts as she runs over to Elizabeth, who has a light layer of soot now covering her body.
"Yes," Elizabeth agrees. "It'll be not time at all until..."
"No! No good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing?!?" Jack yells as he runs up to Jacque and Elizabeth. "You burned all the food, the shade, the rum!"
"Yes, the rum is gone." Jacque says sadly, pouting slightly.
"What is the rum gone?" Jack asks, desperately trying to grasp whatever insane concept that had possessed the girls to burn his precious rum.
"One," Elizabeth says, turning to glare at Jack. "Because it is a foul drink that turns even the most respectable men into scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high! The entire royal navy is out there looking for me- do you really think that there's even the slightest chance that they won't see it?"
"But why is the rum gone?" Jack demands, clearly not wanting to accept the logic behind the sacrifice of his rum.
"Just wait, Captain Sparrow,' Elizabeth says as she sits defiantly in the sand, scanning the horizon. "You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon."
"Jack." Jacque warns as Jack takes out his pistol with an insane gleam in his eyes and points it at Elizabeth before clumsily forcing it back into his belt and stomping off.
"It must have been terrible for you, Jack." Jack mimics in a high-pitched voice. "Well it bloody is now!"
"Calm down Jack." Jacque says as she walks up besides him. "You're only jealous because you didn't think of it yourself."
"So you're the brains behind this operation," Jack trails off as he turns to Jacque, glaring at her. "I should have known. Burning my rum... what possessed you to burn all of me rum?"
"That's besides the point, Jack." Jacque says with a small smile. "This means that we can get out of here soon and you know that the Pearl won't be able to make good time to the Isle de Muerta..."
"Ah, you mean you think that we'll be able to get to the Isle in time to save your Will an' your friend." Jack says, looking down at Jacque. "There's only one small catch: What's to stop your Commodore Norrington from locking me in the brig on the spot an' sailing back to Port Royal without a thought of Will an' the lass?"
"I am." Jacque says determinedly. "I don't care how, but I will get to that island. No one, much less the Commodore, is going to stop me. Granted, I would appreciate the help, but I couldn't live with myself knowing that I just left them there to die..."
"Calm down, lass." Jack says with a confidant smirk. "You've forgotten one very important thing- I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Of course," Jacque says with a smile and turns her head towards the ocean, her eyes widening immediately. "Look! It's a ship! The Dauntless!"
"You know," Jack says with a groan. "There'll be no livin' with her after this."
"Come on!" Jacque yells back at Jack as she sprints toward Elizabeth and Jack smirks slightly before following her footprints.
*
"I trust that ye've had ample time to yer thoughts?" Barbossa says with a sneer as he reenters his cabin after leaving you alone for about two hours.
"Oh, not nearly enough." You say with a glare. "I've only thought of about 100 different scenarios of your death at my hands. I need ample time to envision Jack's revenge as well."
"Hm," Barbossa says coldly. "It seems that ye've given yerself ample time to fall into denial, but don't worry, ye'll get a taste of reality soon enough."
"Do you consider yourself a man of your word, Barbossa?" You ask and Barbossa blinks at the randomness of the question before smirking slightly.
"I know what ye're tryin' to do, lass." He says with a knowing grin. "An' it won't work. Yer referrin' to the agreement between meself an' the whelp. The part about none of the crew bein' harmed. You know as well as I that an agreement lasts only as long as the party's life, so you're tryin' to buy yerself a little time. Unfortunately, you also know as well as I, that I am not a man of my word, so your little effort has failed."
"So you aren't a man of your word, then?" You question as you smirk slightly. "Then how do your men now that you'll give them all an equal share of the treasure once you've removed the curse? How do they know that you won't kill half of them to gain their share of the treasure?"
You smirk widens as you see Barbossa visibly seethe and hear mumbles from the two pirates that followed Barbossa into the room and are standing at the doorway.
"Aargh!" Barbossa yells out in frustration after a minute. "Lock 'er back in the brig!"
"You know, Barbossa," You say as your wrists are released and you are forced towards the door. "I think I quite enjoyed our little chat, didn't you?"
You smile as you see Barbossa's fuming face before you're shoved out the door and down back into the brig.
"You alright, lass?" Gibbs asks as you are shoved back into the cell with Will.
"Please," You say in a cocky voice. "I may not be Captain Jack Sparrow but I do have a few tricks up my sleeve, give me more credit than that."
"Argh! Shiver me timbers!" Cotton's parrot squawks and you snicker slightly.
"Cotton here says you missed a spot." Gibbs informs Pintel, who's currently scrubbing the brig.
"You knew William Turner?" Will asks, leaning up against the bars.
"Ole Bootstrap Bill," Pintel says slowly. "we knew him. Never sat well with Bootstrap what we did to Jack Sparrow, the mutiny and all. He said it wasn't right with the code, that's why he sent off a piece of the treasure to you as it were. He said we deserved to be cursed... and remain cursed."
"Stupid blighter." Ragetti agrees from behind Pintel.
"Good man." Gibbs counters.
"But as you can imagine, that didn't sit too well with the Captain." Pintel continues.
"That didn't sit too well with the Captain at all. Tell 'em what Barbossa did." Ragetti says to his friend.
"I'm telling the story!" Pintel yells like a child. "So, what the Captain did, he strapped a cannon to Bootstrap's bootstraps."
"Bootstrap's bootstraps." Pintel echoes eerily.
"The last we saw of ol' Bill Turner, he was sinkin' to the crushing black oblivion of Davey Jones's locker." Pintel says with a evil smirk. "'Course, it was only after that we learned that we needed his blood to lift the curse."
"That's what you call ironic." Ragetti says.
You hear footsteps descending the stairs to the brig and turn to find Barbossa standing at their base.
"Bring him!" He yells to Pintel and Ragetti. "An' the hellcat as well."
You look over to Will's solemn face as the door to your cell opens and you allow Ragetti to bind your wrists, not without popping his eye out once for fun, though.
Walking onto the deck, you glance over at Will, meeting his eyes, before staring at the misty Isle de Muerta.
*
A/N: I just noticed how rather depressed everyone is in this chappie, but I decided that I kinda like it. Oh well... *looks over at sess who's still shivering in his trunks*
Sess: I'd really appreciate it if you'd give me my clothes back.
Py: *sticks out tongue* Too bad. You have incurred my wrath and now you must suffer.
Sess: please? *eyes begin to water and become the cutest puppy eyes in the world*
Py: No! Not the eyes! Nobody can resist the eyes! *sighs* Fine. *snaps fingers and Sess is back in his normal clothes* You never play fair.
REVIEW RESPONSES:
Daydreambeliever14: Here! *hands a pint of rum* Drinks all around!
Bluslady198: Thanks. Well, I did mention the scar thing back in one of earlier chappies, you know, the one where you an' Jack were at the bar?
ChaoticLightningStorm: As you can see- we're waay smarter than Barbossa an' can take anything he throws at us... for now.
Misty Addams: Thanks. I haven't read anyone else's interpretation of what happens to Will either, so I hope you like!
Ayashe: I'm so intrigued about what you think I'm gonna do. I'm glad I can cheer you up. My sympathies, here *hands ayashe a jack sparrow cardboard cutout*
Kurama13: Yeah, we get to see Jack soon- hope fully *evil smirk*
She-hobbit: Glad I could expand your vocabulary. Yup, Will definitely got burned, although "we" kinda feel sorry for him now that he's about to die...
QueenOfCurls: Did ya notice how I said "your Will"? Personally, I believe that if you were as drunk as I made you, you would definitely sing for people ^.~
ReynSparrow; Thanks. "Please with Cpatain Jack Sparrow on top!" How can I resist a plea like that? Hope you liked this chappie!
Xandu: No! You can't be sobbing yet! Grr... Oh well, I hope this'll placate you for now.
Scorching Reality: Ok, I gotta admit, the name change thing confused me for a bit- but do you really want to have Sess again? Even if I'd let you, which, sorry to say, I won't, I'll bet you're still paying off all the damage he did to your bank account! Come on! Secret meeting for us to steal PotC tomorrow on the PotC ride *grabs plane tickets to Florida*
RK9: Really- so am I in pain now? I'm sorry, but my lazy butt is becoming increasingly difficult to move, so you'll just have to satisfy yourself with me once-a-week updates.
Sleepingbeauty1988: Thanks.
PLEASE REVIEW! (COME ON, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO)