\\AN// Ummm Sixth Chapter! Yay! I'm sorry for such a delay but school has
been a bugger this past few weeks and I've had no time to write at all!
Ergh...
Hint on future plot:: One of the reviewers is DEFINITELY on the right track.
Chapter 6
It would take about six days to get to Tortuga. Six days longer on water than Patricia had ever been but somehow her sea legs had grown overnight. She had begun learning how to work a ship under Jack's supervision. She could work even work the sails on the mast but she refrained from doing that after one try of climbing the wooden poles when she realized Jack was grinning below her when the wind blew her skirt and revealed her bloomers.
"Pretty little knickers you got, Miss Taylor," Jack had shouted from the deck. Patricia rolled her eyes and just kept looking at the horizon as she wrapped her skirt around her legs to keep them from revealing anymore privacy. She didn't see Will come up to Jack with his mop on hand.
"Keep looking at her pretty little knickers and you won't have anything to look at ANYTHING, Sparrow," Will said threateningly bringing the splintering wooden end of the mop in between Jack's eyes.
"Oh yes, I forgot," Jack said sarcastically. "Her pretty knickers are only for YOU to look at." He just received a glare from Will as the younger man stalked away sulking. Jack grinned at his obvious success in annoying Will Turner.
"Jack, this is beautiful!" Patricia shouted from her height. "You can see for miles!" Jack looked up and just grinned. She finally looked down, smiling at the sight in front of her, when she noticed Will. She caught his look before he turned away hurriedly and just sighed. "I'll have to talk to him SOME time," she muttered. She grabbed hold of the rope and used the first layer of her skirt to keep her hands from burning as she slid down to Jack's side.
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At last, Elizabeth had come out of the cabin she had locked herself in. After two days, she finally realized that there was absolutely no chance Will would break down his decision to not let her go back to Port Royal. They were already too far away from Port Royal anyways. If they had given her a small boat, she would have died in probably a day. So far though Patricia was the only who had spoken to her since they had went off shore.
"Elizabeth, you HAVE to come out of there," Patricia had yelled through the door.
"Not until you promise, my safe return to Port Royal," Elizabeth had screamed back. Patricia was silent for a moment. The tension between her and Will was finally taking its toll and she was just plain tired of arguing.
"Look, Miss Elizabeth," Patricia sighed. "I can't promise you that. At least not yet. But if you refuse to come out at least let me in." Silence. "I have dinner for you." A few moments passed and the door creaked open with Elizabeth looking very disheveled.
"Food?" she asked timidly. Patricia held out her tray and stepped in as Elizabeth grabbed it and walked to her bed to eat. Patricia looked about and saw that Elizabeth had ransacked the place. It was a complete mess and Patricia couldn't stand it so, when she locked the door behind her, she began to clean up.
"You have to come out. You'll go insane just staying in here."
"I'll go insane if I have to live on this boat having to see that perverted pirate on deck every day," she said between large bites of an apple.
"O... okay. Yes, Jack's a bit on the perverted side but he's a good man," Patricia replied, brushing away the bits of broken glass at the table. A shard sliced through her palm and she yelped in pain.
"What's wrong?" Elizabeth asked looking up from her food.
"Nothing." She grabbed a torn blanket and wrapped her bleeding wound in it. She watched as the white sheet had shown red in seconds. "And anyways, Will would be looking after you. It's not like he'll let harm come to you."
"He's the one who took me in the first place," Elizabeth snapped bitterly.
"And it was a rash decision I know but the three of us would be hanging on a pole if he hadn't..." She trailed off not knowing what to say. "Look, I'm sorry that my association with Jack has completely blown up at my face. I didn't think it would be any harm having him as an escort to the party..."
"I thought Will was your escort," Elizabeth interrupted.
"Oh... no.. no. Will was just there," Patricia sighed. "He was trying to see if he can deal with your presence and not break down..." Patricia looked at Elizabeth. "He loves you very much, Elizabeth."
"As much as you love him, I see," she replied. Patricia just looked at her surprised.
"MORE than I love him for my love for him is only that for a friend."
"You are a very good liar, Patricia, but not good enough to fool a woman's intuition," Elizabeth said.
"Just forget it, Elizabeth. I don't love him that way," she snapped. "Just get your spoiled arse out of this cabin and HELP us get to Tortuga."
"Tortuga?"
"Yes... maybe then we'll find a legitimate ship that'll sail you to Port Royal. That's all I can promise," Patricia said. She walked out and several minutes later Elizabeth emerged from the shadows and began talking to Will. She watched them as Will told her what she could do and saw the first hint of a smile on his face. "One down... One to go."
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"All done for the day I think," Jack said as he kept his stand at the helm. The sun was setting and they were about less than a day's trip to Tortuga. L'Mer Rouge was sailing gently by the shore of Haiti. Patricia nodded and just looked towards shore. "I believe you and your blacksmith should be holding hands by now, love."
"What?" She turned at him, glaring.
"Nothing to offense, Trish-love, but I would recommend making amends with your," he coughed, "friend before we reach Tortuga." Elizabeth came up the helm, in better spirits than in the beginning of the trip and saw Patricia's face.
"What's wrong?" Patricia just remained silent and turned back to the water. Elizabeth turned to Jack for an answer and he just gestured to Will, who held the same position Patricia had except at the bow. "Oh..."
"Fine... Sheesh. I'll talk to him now," Patricia exclaimed exasperated. "That's just annoying with the two of you having silent conversatons about me behind my back." She twisted and started unlacing her corset.
"Whoa... whoa... I said make amends and nothing else, Patricia. Nothing else!" Jack exclaimed as he saw her stripping away the outer layer of her clothing. "Not that it wouldn't help you get him to notice you." Jack grinned at her and Patricia just rolled her eyes.
"I'm not planning on jumping HIM, Captain Sparrow," she retorted.
"Then what ARE you doing?" Elizabeth asked and saw the bittersweet smile on Patricia's face.
"I'm going swimming. Helps me deal with unwanted situations," she answered before throwing her removed clothing into a bag and dropping it into a hole on the deck that led to the cabins. She walked over to Will and just stood beside him admiring the colorful horizon.
"You'll have to talk to me sometime, Will," Patricia started.
"Better later than now," Will answered, bitterly. He refused to look at Patricia so he just stared at the blinding glare, making his eyes water.
"What else can I say, William? I can't turn back time. It's done! We're going to Tortuga and we're in this together with Jack now and the only thing I can do is apologize and beg dramatically for your forgiveness!" she cried out. Patricia let out a frustrated sigh and glared at the back of Will's head. "And why am I screaming at your hair when it's your face being stubborn!" She grabbed his shoulders and made him face her. When he turned, though, all he could see was his own aggravation.
"Well, EXCUSE ME for feeling a bit indignant about being pulled away from my life and having to live a lifestyle I've grown up hating and it's all my best friend's fault!" he shouted back.
Jack and Elizabeth watched from the upper deck. Elizabeth was a bit appalled at their shouts but Jack was half amused.
"Twenty pounds that next time Will opens his mouth to words like those he'll be slapped across the face... Nevermind. After knowing that firecracker, I'm guessing she'll give him a black eye," Jack chuckled.
"Jack!" Elizabeth scolded, giving him a patronizing glare before returning to the two people fighting.
"ALL my fault?!" Patricia cried out in disbelief. "It wasn't my idea to drag Elizabeth into this! And if memory serves me correctly, I happen to remember that YOU were the one who followed me! You could have saved yourself from this but you just HAD to follow, didn't you?" She paused to catch her breath before making one more statement. "I'll take a lot of the fault for this incident, William Turner, but don't you dare place it ALL on me. You followed me on your own accord. I did NOT tie your hands and bring you restrained on this ship." Will just glowered at her, and turned back to the darkening sky.
"I don't like the look Patricia has on," Elizabeth murmured and indeed it was a bit on the terrifying side the way Patricia's eyes were glowing with fury.
"FINE!" Patricia shouted. "FINE!! Be that way!!" She turned to the railing and threw down the rope ladder. She sat down on the floor and proceeded to take off her shoes. "Be a damn bastard!" She threw a sock at his head and watched it bounce off the brown curls. "Be a stubborn MULE and stand there like an idiot!" She ripped off the bloody bandage for her hand and was threw it at Will's head again but just as it was about to hit his hair again, Will turned and the bloody rag hit him square on the forehead.
Jack laughed at the perfect timing and Elizabeth just glared at him again.
"Honestly, Jack..."
Will looked at the cloth as it fell into his hand, confused.
"Why is your hand bloodied?" he asked concerned.
"Why would you care?! You're too stubborn to live with the facts that have turned your life around. You're probably too thick to care about any of the smaller facts in MINE!" She got up and just gave Will and angry glance before diving into the ocean.
"Patricia!" will called leaning over the railing. Patricia emerged from the water and just backfloated not listening to Will anymore. "Patricia Taylor, you are the most random person in the world! Get out of the water!"
"No!" she yelled back. She drifted in her own little world with the muffled shouts of Will being drowned away. She opened her eyes when she heard another splash come into the water and saw Will swimming to her.
"There's sharks here. Don't you ever think?" he scolded grabbing her shoulder and trying to pull her to the ladder.
"I don't care for sharks." She easily pushed him away and began to swim into the water. As she started to come back up to the surface, the moonlight hit some metal on the ground. She wanted to see what it was but she had to regaiin breath. She bursted up the water and rubbed her irritated eyes. "Stupid salt..."
"Patricia, I swear. Just come back up. I'm tired of chasing after you." Will looked at her pleadingly but she shook her head in return.
"There's something in the water," she said. Will looked at her bemused.
"What?"
"I don't know. I want to go look. It's on a sandbar so it isn't deep." She dived back in and disappeared into the darkness.
"What I do for this girl..." Will groaned. He submerged himself back in the water and chased after her. Finally, when the waves changed their direction, he saw what she was swimming to. A rotting wooden chest with a metal frame was half-buried in sand and Patricia was hovering over it trying to pry it open. He caught her eye and pointed to the surface and she followed him for another breath.
"It's a chest! A ship probably sank somewhere here!" Patricia exclaimed. "Let's get it!" Patricia was about to dive back in again but Will caught her hand that was still bleeding. Patricia flinched and snapped her hand back.
"Get back onto the ship." Will gave her a look that told her he was serious.
"What about the chest?"
"I'll get to it myself," he promised.
"Fine," she muttered indignantly. She drifted to the ladder and pulled herself up onto the deck where Elizabeth and Jack were waiting.
"Well?" Jack waited.
"well what?"
"Where's dear William?" Patricia's eyes narrowed for a second.
"I drowned him," she answered sweetly.
"What?!?" Elizabeth cried out running to the railing just in time to see Will surface and call for Jack.
()()()() Okay sucky chapter!! I know!! But hey give me a break. School is being such a suck ass I can't even believe I'm actually pushed to the point of studying. Next chapter... I'm working on now... I'll get to it as soon as possible though I think the next one will be shorter than usual.
Hint on future plot:: One of the reviewers is DEFINITELY on the right track.
Chapter 6
It would take about six days to get to Tortuga. Six days longer on water than Patricia had ever been but somehow her sea legs had grown overnight. She had begun learning how to work a ship under Jack's supervision. She could work even work the sails on the mast but she refrained from doing that after one try of climbing the wooden poles when she realized Jack was grinning below her when the wind blew her skirt and revealed her bloomers.
"Pretty little knickers you got, Miss Taylor," Jack had shouted from the deck. Patricia rolled her eyes and just kept looking at the horizon as she wrapped her skirt around her legs to keep them from revealing anymore privacy. She didn't see Will come up to Jack with his mop on hand.
"Keep looking at her pretty little knickers and you won't have anything to look at ANYTHING, Sparrow," Will said threateningly bringing the splintering wooden end of the mop in between Jack's eyes.
"Oh yes, I forgot," Jack said sarcastically. "Her pretty knickers are only for YOU to look at." He just received a glare from Will as the younger man stalked away sulking. Jack grinned at his obvious success in annoying Will Turner.
"Jack, this is beautiful!" Patricia shouted from her height. "You can see for miles!" Jack looked up and just grinned. She finally looked down, smiling at the sight in front of her, when she noticed Will. She caught his look before he turned away hurriedly and just sighed. "I'll have to talk to him SOME time," she muttered. She grabbed hold of the rope and used the first layer of her skirt to keep her hands from burning as she slid down to Jack's side.
~*~*~*~*~
At last, Elizabeth had come out of the cabin she had locked herself in. After two days, she finally realized that there was absolutely no chance Will would break down his decision to not let her go back to Port Royal. They were already too far away from Port Royal anyways. If they had given her a small boat, she would have died in probably a day. So far though Patricia was the only who had spoken to her since they had went off shore.
"Elizabeth, you HAVE to come out of there," Patricia had yelled through the door.
"Not until you promise, my safe return to Port Royal," Elizabeth had screamed back. Patricia was silent for a moment. The tension between her and Will was finally taking its toll and she was just plain tired of arguing.
"Look, Miss Elizabeth," Patricia sighed. "I can't promise you that. At least not yet. But if you refuse to come out at least let me in." Silence. "I have dinner for you." A few moments passed and the door creaked open with Elizabeth looking very disheveled.
"Food?" she asked timidly. Patricia held out her tray and stepped in as Elizabeth grabbed it and walked to her bed to eat. Patricia looked about and saw that Elizabeth had ransacked the place. It was a complete mess and Patricia couldn't stand it so, when she locked the door behind her, she began to clean up.
"You have to come out. You'll go insane just staying in here."
"I'll go insane if I have to live on this boat having to see that perverted pirate on deck every day," she said between large bites of an apple.
"O... okay. Yes, Jack's a bit on the perverted side but he's a good man," Patricia replied, brushing away the bits of broken glass at the table. A shard sliced through her palm and she yelped in pain.
"What's wrong?" Elizabeth asked looking up from her food.
"Nothing." She grabbed a torn blanket and wrapped her bleeding wound in it. She watched as the white sheet had shown red in seconds. "And anyways, Will would be looking after you. It's not like he'll let harm come to you."
"He's the one who took me in the first place," Elizabeth snapped bitterly.
"And it was a rash decision I know but the three of us would be hanging on a pole if he hadn't..." She trailed off not knowing what to say. "Look, I'm sorry that my association with Jack has completely blown up at my face. I didn't think it would be any harm having him as an escort to the party..."
"I thought Will was your escort," Elizabeth interrupted.
"Oh... no.. no. Will was just there," Patricia sighed. "He was trying to see if he can deal with your presence and not break down..." Patricia looked at Elizabeth. "He loves you very much, Elizabeth."
"As much as you love him, I see," she replied. Patricia just looked at her surprised.
"MORE than I love him for my love for him is only that for a friend."
"You are a very good liar, Patricia, but not good enough to fool a woman's intuition," Elizabeth said.
"Just forget it, Elizabeth. I don't love him that way," she snapped. "Just get your spoiled arse out of this cabin and HELP us get to Tortuga."
"Tortuga?"
"Yes... maybe then we'll find a legitimate ship that'll sail you to Port Royal. That's all I can promise," Patricia said. She walked out and several minutes later Elizabeth emerged from the shadows and began talking to Will. She watched them as Will told her what she could do and saw the first hint of a smile on his face. "One down... One to go."
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"All done for the day I think," Jack said as he kept his stand at the helm. The sun was setting and they were about less than a day's trip to Tortuga. L'Mer Rouge was sailing gently by the shore of Haiti. Patricia nodded and just looked towards shore. "I believe you and your blacksmith should be holding hands by now, love."
"What?" She turned at him, glaring.
"Nothing to offense, Trish-love, but I would recommend making amends with your," he coughed, "friend before we reach Tortuga." Elizabeth came up the helm, in better spirits than in the beginning of the trip and saw Patricia's face.
"What's wrong?" Patricia just remained silent and turned back to the water. Elizabeth turned to Jack for an answer and he just gestured to Will, who held the same position Patricia had except at the bow. "Oh..."
"Fine... Sheesh. I'll talk to him now," Patricia exclaimed exasperated. "That's just annoying with the two of you having silent conversatons about me behind my back." She twisted and started unlacing her corset.
"Whoa... whoa... I said make amends and nothing else, Patricia. Nothing else!" Jack exclaimed as he saw her stripping away the outer layer of her clothing. "Not that it wouldn't help you get him to notice you." Jack grinned at her and Patricia just rolled her eyes.
"I'm not planning on jumping HIM, Captain Sparrow," she retorted.
"Then what ARE you doing?" Elizabeth asked and saw the bittersweet smile on Patricia's face.
"I'm going swimming. Helps me deal with unwanted situations," she answered before throwing her removed clothing into a bag and dropping it into a hole on the deck that led to the cabins. She walked over to Will and just stood beside him admiring the colorful horizon.
"You'll have to talk to me sometime, Will," Patricia started.
"Better later than now," Will answered, bitterly. He refused to look at Patricia so he just stared at the blinding glare, making his eyes water.
"What else can I say, William? I can't turn back time. It's done! We're going to Tortuga and we're in this together with Jack now and the only thing I can do is apologize and beg dramatically for your forgiveness!" she cried out. Patricia let out a frustrated sigh and glared at the back of Will's head. "And why am I screaming at your hair when it's your face being stubborn!" She grabbed his shoulders and made him face her. When he turned, though, all he could see was his own aggravation.
"Well, EXCUSE ME for feeling a bit indignant about being pulled away from my life and having to live a lifestyle I've grown up hating and it's all my best friend's fault!" he shouted back.
Jack and Elizabeth watched from the upper deck. Elizabeth was a bit appalled at their shouts but Jack was half amused.
"Twenty pounds that next time Will opens his mouth to words like those he'll be slapped across the face... Nevermind. After knowing that firecracker, I'm guessing she'll give him a black eye," Jack chuckled.
"Jack!" Elizabeth scolded, giving him a patronizing glare before returning to the two people fighting.
"ALL my fault?!" Patricia cried out in disbelief. "It wasn't my idea to drag Elizabeth into this! And if memory serves me correctly, I happen to remember that YOU were the one who followed me! You could have saved yourself from this but you just HAD to follow, didn't you?" She paused to catch her breath before making one more statement. "I'll take a lot of the fault for this incident, William Turner, but don't you dare place it ALL on me. You followed me on your own accord. I did NOT tie your hands and bring you restrained on this ship." Will just glowered at her, and turned back to the darkening sky.
"I don't like the look Patricia has on," Elizabeth murmured and indeed it was a bit on the terrifying side the way Patricia's eyes were glowing with fury.
"FINE!" Patricia shouted. "FINE!! Be that way!!" She turned to the railing and threw down the rope ladder. She sat down on the floor and proceeded to take off her shoes. "Be a damn bastard!" She threw a sock at his head and watched it bounce off the brown curls. "Be a stubborn MULE and stand there like an idiot!" She ripped off the bloody bandage for her hand and was threw it at Will's head again but just as it was about to hit his hair again, Will turned and the bloody rag hit him square on the forehead.
Jack laughed at the perfect timing and Elizabeth just glared at him again.
"Honestly, Jack..."
Will looked at the cloth as it fell into his hand, confused.
"Why is your hand bloodied?" he asked concerned.
"Why would you care?! You're too stubborn to live with the facts that have turned your life around. You're probably too thick to care about any of the smaller facts in MINE!" She got up and just gave Will and angry glance before diving into the ocean.
"Patricia!" will called leaning over the railing. Patricia emerged from the water and just backfloated not listening to Will anymore. "Patricia Taylor, you are the most random person in the world! Get out of the water!"
"No!" she yelled back. She drifted in her own little world with the muffled shouts of Will being drowned away. She opened her eyes when she heard another splash come into the water and saw Will swimming to her.
"There's sharks here. Don't you ever think?" he scolded grabbing her shoulder and trying to pull her to the ladder.
"I don't care for sharks." She easily pushed him away and began to swim into the water. As she started to come back up to the surface, the moonlight hit some metal on the ground. She wanted to see what it was but she had to regaiin breath. She bursted up the water and rubbed her irritated eyes. "Stupid salt..."
"Patricia, I swear. Just come back up. I'm tired of chasing after you." Will looked at her pleadingly but she shook her head in return.
"There's something in the water," she said. Will looked at her bemused.
"What?"
"I don't know. I want to go look. It's on a sandbar so it isn't deep." She dived back in and disappeared into the darkness.
"What I do for this girl..." Will groaned. He submerged himself back in the water and chased after her. Finally, when the waves changed their direction, he saw what she was swimming to. A rotting wooden chest with a metal frame was half-buried in sand and Patricia was hovering over it trying to pry it open. He caught her eye and pointed to the surface and she followed him for another breath.
"It's a chest! A ship probably sank somewhere here!" Patricia exclaimed. "Let's get it!" Patricia was about to dive back in again but Will caught her hand that was still bleeding. Patricia flinched and snapped her hand back.
"Get back onto the ship." Will gave her a look that told her he was serious.
"What about the chest?"
"I'll get to it myself," he promised.
"Fine," she muttered indignantly. She drifted to the ladder and pulled herself up onto the deck where Elizabeth and Jack were waiting.
"Well?" Jack waited.
"well what?"
"Where's dear William?" Patricia's eyes narrowed for a second.
"I drowned him," she answered sweetly.
"What?!?" Elizabeth cried out running to the railing just in time to see Will surface and call for Jack.
()()()() Okay sucky chapter!! I know!! But hey give me a break. School is being such a suck ass I can't even believe I'm actually pushed to the point of studying. Next chapter... I'm working on now... I'll get to it as soon as possible though I think the next one will be shorter than usual.