Hey everybody. Sorry the update took so long. I'm involved in another play.
Did I mention that? Hard to remember. Its been so long.........
Disclaimer: not mine. Never was. Future?.........*counts spare change* not happening either. Damn.
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Elizabeth's mouth gaped. Her eyes grew large enough to see the white completely around the iris. She then, oddly enough, laughed. She kept the shocked look on her face as she let out three slow dry humorless laughs.
"Something wrong, lass?" Bootstrap asked, sounding like Will did when he imitated pirates.
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!!!" she blurted, no regards to the staring strangers. "Yo- the medall- and Jack- so you sent- they........." She couldn't get one thought out before trying to convey the next.
Bootstrap got the idea.
"Yo-" he stopped to lower his voice before going on. "You know about th'Pearl?" His face suddenly took on a hopeful expression. "Wait. Ye know Will? 'S who ye thought I was, right?"
Elizabeth's gaping jaw still hadn't completely regained its normal position and she looked rather foolish as she wordlessly pointed at the table.
Jack was sitting, hood up, back toward them, facing Will. He was listening intently to Jack; leaning across the table and grinning. Bootstrap's cold pirate eyes softened for a moment. He blinked and his expression hardened again. He grunted knowingly and sauntered toward the table.
"-And then, just as his sword came down to m'neck, I........." He paused as Will looked up toward bootstrap still grinning, wanting him just to leave so Jack could finish his story. Bootstrap stood there for a moment, then smirked just as Will did every time he felt superior to anyone else.
Will stopped grinning very suddenly and attempted to stand up. He failed, stumbling stupidly over his chair. Jack, a bit puzzled at Will's odd behavior stood up slightly to try to see him, though he had completely disappeared under the table, save for his left leg which was resting on his displaced chair and standing up in the air.
Jack sat back in his chair and glanced up briefly at Bootstrap standing over him, then double-took, falling backwards as well without so much as a "Whoa." Not surprising, though, that he didn't shout as he fell. He'd fallen over worse without complaints. A 250-foot-cliff, for example.
Bootstrap happily plopped in Jack's seat as Elizabeth sat quaintly in Wills'. He took a liberal swig of Jacks rum, sat back, and put one arm over the back of his chair. Will slowly made his way to sit in Elizabeth's chair, never taking his eyes off of his father. Jack pulled up an extra chair; as there'd only been three to begin with and with an extra member now at this table, he was short a chair. But that's not important, I guess.
"You.........You were killed." Jack stated plainly.
"Well," Bootstrap began, leaning forward as Jack often did when telling a pirate story to Will, "I was tossed overboard with a cannon strapped t'me bootstraps, and sank clear to the bottom." The three were looking a bit confused.
"How did you survive, you know, with no air?" Will asked, sounding foolishly Willish. Bootstraps brow furrowed and he mumbled to himself, "I wish I'd been there to raise you, boy." Will wasn't paying enough attention to be offended. He still awaited an answer.
"Think real 'ard, lads." He nodded courteously to Elizabeth. "And lass."
They all glanced about themselves and, unable to come up with a conclusion they looked anxiously back to Bootstrap.
"Im. Or. Tal. Ih. Tey." He whispered slowly.
They looked on, still quite puzzled; Jack most of all. When they didn't catch on, Bootstrap blurted, "Forgotten the curse already? I were immortal, ye fools!"
They finally grasped that the curse had kept him alive. Bootstrap went on to tell about how he slowly shimmied out of the boots that dragged him underwater and, waterlogged and unfeeling, slowly walked to shore. How he'd laid on the beach for years, thinking he was dead, the lack of feeling masking his life. Then one day, he felt the grit of sand against his chest and cheek, the lap of waves on his ankles, the sting of salty breezes on his now sunburned back. He arose, some monstrous, naked zombie resurrected after who knows how many years to try to live again. He finally made his way to civilization and spent the next few years trying to track down Will.
"Well, I-" Jack began, then cut himself off.
"And Jack, you old rat! What're ye doing land-washed and crewless?"
"See, now, it's a funny story," Jack said, finally in the limelight again, telling his own tales. He gladly told Bootstrap the story of how he became marooned in Port Royal, then going on to the events of how Will broke the curse with his own blood, even showing his proud father the scar on his hand.
"Well, I wondered how they'd done it without m'blood, but I guess that would pretty much do it."
After an extensive overview of Will's life, just to catch his father up on what he'd been up to, they resolved to let him stay at Elizabeth's house. Oh, and what a time it would be.........
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Well that's all I have for all the waiting you had. You all are getting the short end of this deal I guess, and I'm sorry. But (and I know I've said this before) I'm going to try really REALLY hard to get updates a bit faster. Thanks to all you faithful reviewers. Don't forget to sign up for my emailed updates, no matter how few and far between. Just put your email into a review. While you're at it, everyone who reviews, complete this phrase: (not necessarily correctly, just for fun): One fish, two fish, ...............
Disclaimer: not mine. Never was. Future?.........*counts spare change* not happening either. Damn.
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Elizabeth's mouth gaped. Her eyes grew large enough to see the white completely around the iris. She then, oddly enough, laughed. She kept the shocked look on her face as she let out three slow dry humorless laughs.
"Something wrong, lass?" Bootstrap asked, sounding like Will did when he imitated pirates.
"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!!!" she blurted, no regards to the staring strangers. "Yo- the medall- and Jack- so you sent- they........." She couldn't get one thought out before trying to convey the next.
Bootstrap got the idea.
"Yo-" he stopped to lower his voice before going on. "You know about th'Pearl?" His face suddenly took on a hopeful expression. "Wait. Ye know Will? 'S who ye thought I was, right?"
Elizabeth's gaping jaw still hadn't completely regained its normal position and she looked rather foolish as she wordlessly pointed at the table.
Jack was sitting, hood up, back toward them, facing Will. He was listening intently to Jack; leaning across the table and grinning. Bootstrap's cold pirate eyes softened for a moment. He blinked and his expression hardened again. He grunted knowingly and sauntered toward the table.
"-And then, just as his sword came down to m'neck, I........." He paused as Will looked up toward bootstrap still grinning, wanting him just to leave so Jack could finish his story. Bootstrap stood there for a moment, then smirked just as Will did every time he felt superior to anyone else.
Will stopped grinning very suddenly and attempted to stand up. He failed, stumbling stupidly over his chair. Jack, a bit puzzled at Will's odd behavior stood up slightly to try to see him, though he had completely disappeared under the table, save for his left leg which was resting on his displaced chair and standing up in the air.
Jack sat back in his chair and glanced up briefly at Bootstrap standing over him, then double-took, falling backwards as well without so much as a "Whoa." Not surprising, though, that he didn't shout as he fell. He'd fallen over worse without complaints. A 250-foot-cliff, for example.
Bootstrap happily plopped in Jack's seat as Elizabeth sat quaintly in Wills'. He took a liberal swig of Jacks rum, sat back, and put one arm over the back of his chair. Will slowly made his way to sit in Elizabeth's chair, never taking his eyes off of his father. Jack pulled up an extra chair; as there'd only been three to begin with and with an extra member now at this table, he was short a chair. But that's not important, I guess.
"You.........You were killed." Jack stated plainly.
"Well," Bootstrap began, leaning forward as Jack often did when telling a pirate story to Will, "I was tossed overboard with a cannon strapped t'me bootstraps, and sank clear to the bottom." The three were looking a bit confused.
"How did you survive, you know, with no air?" Will asked, sounding foolishly Willish. Bootstraps brow furrowed and he mumbled to himself, "I wish I'd been there to raise you, boy." Will wasn't paying enough attention to be offended. He still awaited an answer.
"Think real 'ard, lads." He nodded courteously to Elizabeth. "And lass."
They all glanced about themselves and, unable to come up with a conclusion they looked anxiously back to Bootstrap.
"Im. Or. Tal. Ih. Tey." He whispered slowly.
They looked on, still quite puzzled; Jack most of all. When they didn't catch on, Bootstrap blurted, "Forgotten the curse already? I were immortal, ye fools!"
They finally grasped that the curse had kept him alive. Bootstrap went on to tell about how he slowly shimmied out of the boots that dragged him underwater and, waterlogged and unfeeling, slowly walked to shore. How he'd laid on the beach for years, thinking he was dead, the lack of feeling masking his life. Then one day, he felt the grit of sand against his chest and cheek, the lap of waves on his ankles, the sting of salty breezes on his now sunburned back. He arose, some monstrous, naked zombie resurrected after who knows how many years to try to live again. He finally made his way to civilization and spent the next few years trying to track down Will.
"Well, I-" Jack began, then cut himself off.
"And Jack, you old rat! What're ye doing land-washed and crewless?"
"See, now, it's a funny story," Jack said, finally in the limelight again, telling his own tales. He gladly told Bootstrap the story of how he became marooned in Port Royal, then going on to the events of how Will broke the curse with his own blood, even showing his proud father the scar on his hand.
"Well, I wondered how they'd done it without m'blood, but I guess that would pretty much do it."
After an extensive overview of Will's life, just to catch his father up on what he'd been up to, they resolved to let him stay at Elizabeth's house. Oh, and what a time it would be.........
*~*~*~*~*
Well that's all I have for all the waiting you had. You all are getting the short end of this deal I guess, and I'm sorry. But (and I know I've said this before) I'm going to try really REALLY hard to get updates a bit faster. Thanks to all you faithful reviewers. Don't forget to sign up for my emailed updates, no matter how few and far between. Just put your email into a review. While you're at it, everyone who reviews, complete this phrase: (not necessarily correctly, just for fun): One fish, two fish, ...............