AN// Yeesh... I got a new story up as well as Things Change (which might
explain the delay bit. *grin* sorry) It's called Prophecy and it's a
PotC/Reality crossover. It's a Will Turner fic so check it out if you ever
have the time and Review PLEASE!!
One more thing: all the questions WILL be answered. Like why Will hates pirates, Patricia's history and other random things I made up. Just stay with me here and I'll be good and answer and before any confusion erupts... I won't be answering them in THIS chapter... just wait a bit! It's called dramatic build up.
Chapter seven:
"Throw me a rope!" Will yelled from the water. Elizabeth whirled back at Patricia, accusingly.
"Don't scare me like that!" she yelled.
"I'll do what I please," Patricia replied. It seemed their dislike for each other was growing again.
"Will you two hens stop arguing and help me with Will?" Jack ordered throwing the rope. Will disappeared into the water and wrapped the rope around the chest. He had to get breath twice more to get it secured because the sand was burying one side of the chest. He had to dig it out. As soon as he did so, he climbed back up into the ship to help bring it on board.
"I'll take the back!" Patricia said, excited.
"No!" Will barked at her. "Take your hand and wait in my cabin!"
"I found it! I should have some help in uncovering it, not to mention rummaging through its contents!" Patricia whined.
"No comments! Go now or I'm cutting this rope!" he yelled. Patricia stepped back, afraid of his raised voice again. She could see he was angry once more but she couldn't find another reason to what resparked his anger at her.
"All right," she said timidly, backing up to the deck below. Patricia stepped into Will's cabin and sat at a wooden chair by the mirror. Her hand was wrapped with another torn piece from her skirt. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized what a mess she was.
Patricia grabbed a thrown piece of cloth and wrapped her hair to dry. Her underdress was torn, tattered and wet. She couldn't do anything with that so she just sat down, broken.
"You needn't have shouted at her, William," Jack said when Patricia disappeared.
"She wouldn't have listened otherwise," Will replied, angrily, taking a hand of rope and giving them to Jack. "Elizabeth, step back," he said to her and she followed his words but turned to where Patricia headed.
"She would have listened there, Mr. Turner," Jack shrugged. "And she had a point. She discovered whatever it is you're pulling up and should have some hand in its recovery and examination."
"We're only recovering it. Not examining it," he corrected, agitated. "I'm not so thick as to not realize that she'll have my head if I go through the chest without her. Now help and pull!"
"Chest?" Jack turned and shook himself up, as if getting ready to run a race. "Why didn't you say so? We would have had that thing on deck an hour ago!" He laced his fingers and turned the palms away to stretch his arms and crack his knuckles in the process. "Heave ho, then, sailors!"
Will and Jack took hold of the rope and pulled with all their might to bring the water-filled chest onto the deck. A third of an hour later both men were heaving in fatigue and sore muscles but the chest was safely aboard the ship. Sweat was soaking their shirts but Jack had a grin on his face.
"Now.... to the rummaging," Jack smiled. He knelt down in front of the chest about to break the lock but Will put his foot on the lid.
"She'll have our heads for just pulling this thing up without her. She'll kill us... SLOWLY if we got through it without her," Will said in a that- was-obvious tone. Jack looked at Will, annoyed.
"Fine," he muttered. He stood up and glowered at the younger man. "But tomorrow, we open this at the crack of dawn, with OR without your bonny lass." He stomped away, frustrated that he used much of his strength on something he won't even get to see immediately.
Will sighed and used the rope around the chest to pull it behind him to his cabin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elizabeth had gone back to Will's cabin and saw Patricia rummaging with herself.
"They're bringing it up," Elizabeth announced. As if on cue, they heard a loud bump on the deck and Patricia frowned.
"That's what I hear," she sneered sarcastically. She looked at her visitor's arm and saw her dress. "May I have my dress, Miss Swann?"
"It's a beautiful... or WAS a beautiful dress before you decided to become a pirate in it," Elizabeth said, handing the dress to its owner. "How did you come by it?"
"I didn't steal it if that's what you mean," Patricia replied. "Toulousse is an old friend of the family's. He lent me the dress voluntarily and, if I had the chance to ask him but I didn't so by technicality, he lent me this boat as well."
"I didn't... I mean... I didn't want to imply that you stole it," Elizabeth blushed though that was exactly what was going through her mind. "I'll... I'll go now." She hurried out and left Patricia to change into the dryer clothes that she was given. She opened a window and hung out her dress to dry as Will walked in dragging the heavy chest behind him.
"Why'd you bring it down?" Patricia asked surprised, when she saw the cargo he brought in. She was about to reach out and lend him a hand on pulling it in but Will pushed her away again.
"Will you just sit down?!" Will said, agitated. Patricia's teeth captured her lower lip and she sat down on the bed, demurely placing her hands on her lap. Will wiped the sweat from his brow and threw off his vest, pulling the chest to the farthest corner from the door. He collapsed on the bed next to Patricia, who was still sitting quietly and looking away. Will saw the uncomfortable look she had on her face and sighed so he sat up beside her. "Give me your hand..." She gave him her undamaged hand automatically, since it was the nearest one to him. "You're OTHER hand, Tricia."
"Sorry," she muttered turning, to extend her wrapped hand to him. Will took out a box underneath his bed that carried some real bandages in them.
"How'd you cut it?" Will asked, taking away the crude cloths aorund her palm.
"Your girlfriend broke her mirror and I was cleaning it up," she said without thinking.
"Elizabeth's not my girlfriend," Will snapped. A small smile appeared at Patricia's lips.
"That may be so but she seems extremely forgetful fo the fact that she's married aboard the ship... particularly around you," she teased, trying to break whatever ice there was in Will's eyes. Will remained silent, cleaning the wound softly.
"Did you cut it today?" he asked.
"No. I cut it yesterday." Silence fell on them again. "Will, talk to me," Patricia whined.
"I have nothing to say."
"You're so stubborn! I already apologized! What do you want me to do? Throw JACK off the boat?!"
"That might be a step toward forgiveness..." Will secured the bandage and lay himself back down on the bed, but he now had a small smile as well.
"Mule," she scoffed.
"Takes one to know one, love," Will retorted.
"Well, I learned from the master." Patricia poked Will's stomach and put on her serious face again. "Will, I really am sorry. I didn't mean for things to end up so badly for you."
"For me? It's not just me suffering here, Patricia," Will said, finally willing to talk to her. "There's also Elizabeth." He quickly saw her annoyed look and added, "WHICH I shall take partial responsibility for, since I WAS the one who brought her with us but the occasion to make that decision wouldn't have risen if you hadn't brought Jack to that party. Which brings me to my next question; why DID you being Jack to that party and how did you come by him?" Patricia just sat at the bed, playing with the sheets at her fingertips.
"He reminded me of Papa," she whispered. Of all the answers in the world, Will did NOT expect that one.
"What?"
"Don't you remember, Will?" She looked up at him with eyes that weren't really seeing the present but was living out old memories. "Papa would tell me stories when I was younger about a pirate named Jack Sparrow, scourge of the Seven Seas. When I was a child, I thought he was just making him up but the day of the party, I saw a homeless man sleeping by the Farmer's Market. I went over there to give him some money and I found out it was Jack Sparrow!"
"And you wanted to talk to him to see if ALL of Uncle Phil's stories?" Will asked. Patricia nodded.
"I just wanted a night with my father's idol. That was all. I didn't mean for us to be caught in something bigger than both of us put together and it's annoying that you won't talk to me," she said her forehead creasing in frustration. "I apologized but I still don't have anyone to talk to about how I can work sails and steer a ship. I'm actually good at it now..." Will laughed.
"Yes, I saw you with your chores..." Will replied. He waved for her to lie down next to him and she crawled to his side so that head rested at the crook of his arm where it joined his shoulder.
"You smell nasty, Will," Tricia murmured. "We all need a bath."
"You do too."
"That's why I said 'WE ALL need a bath', William." She poked his chest again. "So I'm assuming I'm forgiven?"
"You assume correctly, love." Will kissed her head and began to fall asleep. "Good night, Patricia."
"Night..." Patricia lay awake in his arms, realizing that she liked being called 'love' by Will. She put an arm across his chest and looked up at the sleeping man beside her. "It's good to have you back, love." She stretched and gave Will a brief kiss on the lips before settling down to her own rest. What she didn't know was that Will felt the warmth of that kiss exactly as his dreams gave him an image of his best friend leaning down over him doing the same exact thing.
AN// hehe. I thought this would be short... but I bled into four pages so all in all... it's good. *grin*
One more thing: all the questions WILL be answered. Like why Will hates pirates, Patricia's history and other random things I made up. Just stay with me here and I'll be good and answer and before any confusion erupts... I won't be answering them in THIS chapter... just wait a bit! It's called dramatic build up.
Chapter seven:
"Throw me a rope!" Will yelled from the water. Elizabeth whirled back at Patricia, accusingly.
"Don't scare me like that!" she yelled.
"I'll do what I please," Patricia replied. It seemed their dislike for each other was growing again.
"Will you two hens stop arguing and help me with Will?" Jack ordered throwing the rope. Will disappeared into the water and wrapped the rope around the chest. He had to get breath twice more to get it secured because the sand was burying one side of the chest. He had to dig it out. As soon as he did so, he climbed back up into the ship to help bring it on board.
"I'll take the back!" Patricia said, excited.
"No!" Will barked at her. "Take your hand and wait in my cabin!"
"I found it! I should have some help in uncovering it, not to mention rummaging through its contents!" Patricia whined.
"No comments! Go now or I'm cutting this rope!" he yelled. Patricia stepped back, afraid of his raised voice again. She could see he was angry once more but she couldn't find another reason to what resparked his anger at her.
"All right," she said timidly, backing up to the deck below. Patricia stepped into Will's cabin and sat at a wooden chair by the mirror. Her hand was wrapped with another torn piece from her skirt. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized what a mess she was.
Patricia grabbed a thrown piece of cloth and wrapped her hair to dry. Her underdress was torn, tattered and wet. She couldn't do anything with that so she just sat down, broken.
"You needn't have shouted at her, William," Jack said when Patricia disappeared.
"She wouldn't have listened otherwise," Will replied, angrily, taking a hand of rope and giving them to Jack. "Elizabeth, step back," he said to her and she followed his words but turned to where Patricia headed.
"She would have listened there, Mr. Turner," Jack shrugged. "And she had a point. She discovered whatever it is you're pulling up and should have some hand in its recovery and examination."
"We're only recovering it. Not examining it," he corrected, agitated. "I'm not so thick as to not realize that she'll have my head if I go through the chest without her. Now help and pull!"
"Chest?" Jack turned and shook himself up, as if getting ready to run a race. "Why didn't you say so? We would have had that thing on deck an hour ago!" He laced his fingers and turned the palms away to stretch his arms and crack his knuckles in the process. "Heave ho, then, sailors!"
Will and Jack took hold of the rope and pulled with all their might to bring the water-filled chest onto the deck. A third of an hour later both men were heaving in fatigue and sore muscles but the chest was safely aboard the ship. Sweat was soaking their shirts but Jack had a grin on his face.
"Now.... to the rummaging," Jack smiled. He knelt down in front of the chest about to break the lock but Will put his foot on the lid.
"She'll have our heads for just pulling this thing up without her. She'll kill us... SLOWLY if we got through it without her," Will said in a that- was-obvious tone. Jack looked at Will, annoyed.
"Fine," he muttered. He stood up and glowered at the younger man. "But tomorrow, we open this at the crack of dawn, with OR without your bonny lass." He stomped away, frustrated that he used much of his strength on something he won't even get to see immediately.
Will sighed and used the rope around the chest to pull it behind him to his cabin.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elizabeth had gone back to Will's cabin and saw Patricia rummaging with herself.
"They're bringing it up," Elizabeth announced. As if on cue, they heard a loud bump on the deck and Patricia frowned.
"That's what I hear," she sneered sarcastically. She looked at her visitor's arm and saw her dress. "May I have my dress, Miss Swann?"
"It's a beautiful... or WAS a beautiful dress before you decided to become a pirate in it," Elizabeth said, handing the dress to its owner. "How did you come by it?"
"I didn't steal it if that's what you mean," Patricia replied. "Toulousse is an old friend of the family's. He lent me the dress voluntarily and, if I had the chance to ask him but I didn't so by technicality, he lent me this boat as well."
"I didn't... I mean... I didn't want to imply that you stole it," Elizabeth blushed though that was exactly what was going through her mind. "I'll... I'll go now." She hurried out and left Patricia to change into the dryer clothes that she was given. She opened a window and hung out her dress to dry as Will walked in dragging the heavy chest behind him.
"Why'd you bring it down?" Patricia asked surprised, when she saw the cargo he brought in. She was about to reach out and lend him a hand on pulling it in but Will pushed her away again.
"Will you just sit down?!" Will said, agitated. Patricia's teeth captured her lower lip and she sat down on the bed, demurely placing her hands on her lap. Will wiped the sweat from his brow and threw off his vest, pulling the chest to the farthest corner from the door. He collapsed on the bed next to Patricia, who was still sitting quietly and looking away. Will saw the uncomfortable look she had on her face and sighed so he sat up beside her. "Give me your hand..." She gave him her undamaged hand automatically, since it was the nearest one to him. "You're OTHER hand, Tricia."
"Sorry," she muttered turning, to extend her wrapped hand to him. Will took out a box underneath his bed that carried some real bandages in them.
"How'd you cut it?" Will asked, taking away the crude cloths aorund her palm.
"Your girlfriend broke her mirror and I was cleaning it up," she said without thinking.
"Elizabeth's not my girlfriend," Will snapped. A small smile appeared at Patricia's lips.
"That may be so but she seems extremely forgetful fo the fact that she's married aboard the ship... particularly around you," she teased, trying to break whatever ice there was in Will's eyes. Will remained silent, cleaning the wound softly.
"Did you cut it today?" he asked.
"No. I cut it yesterday." Silence fell on them again. "Will, talk to me," Patricia whined.
"I have nothing to say."
"You're so stubborn! I already apologized! What do you want me to do? Throw JACK off the boat?!"
"That might be a step toward forgiveness..." Will secured the bandage and lay himself back down on the bed, but he now had a small smile as well.
"Mule," she scoffed.
"Takes one to know one, love," Will retorted.
"Well, I learned from the master." Patricia poked Will's stomach and put on her serious face again. "Will, I really am sorry. I didn't mean for things to end up so badly for you."
"For me? It's not just me suffering here, Patricia," Will said, finally willing to talk to her. "There's also Elizabeth." He quickly saw her annoyed look and added, "WHICH I shall take partial responsibility for, since I WAS the one who brought her with us but the occasion to make that decision wouldn't have risen if you hadn't brought Jack to that party. Which brings me to my next question; why DID you being Jack to that party and how did you come by him?" Patricia just sat at the bed, playing with the sheets at her fingertips.
"He reminded me of Papa," she whispered. Of all the answers in the world, Will did NOT expect that one.
"What?"
"Don't you remember, Will?" She looked up at him with eyes that weren't really seeing the present but was living out old memories. "Papa would tell me stories when I was younger about a pirate named Jack Sparrow, scourge of the Seven Seas. When I was a child, I thought he was just making him up but the day of the party, I saw a homeless man sleeping by the Farmer's Market. I went over there to give him some money and I found out it was Jack Sparrow!"
"And you wanted to talk to him to see if ALL of Uncle Phil's stories?" Will asked. Patricia nodded.
"I just wanted a night with my father's idol. That was all. I didn't mean for us to be caught in something bigger than both of us put together and it's annoying that you won't talk to me," she said her forehead creasing in frustration. "I apologized but I still don't have anyone to talk to about how I can work sails and steer a ship. I'm actually good at it now..." Will laughed.
"Yes, I saw you with your chores..." Will replied. He waved for her to lie down next to him and she crawled to his side so that head rested at the crook of his arm where it joined his shoulder.
"You smell nasty, Will," Tricia murmured. "We all need a bath."
"You do too."
"That's why I said 'WE ALL need a bath', William." She poked his chest again. "So I'm assuming I'm forgiven?"
"You assume correctly, love." Will kissed her head and began to fall asleep. "Good night, Patricia."
"Night..." Patricia lay awake in his arms, realizing that she liked being called 'love' by Will. She put an arm across his chest and looked up at the sleeping man beside her. "It's good to have you back, love." She stretched and gave Will a brief kiss on the lips before settling down to her own rest. What she didn't know was that Will felt the warmth of that kiss exactly as his dreams gave him an image of his best friend leaning down over him doing the same exact thing.
AN// hehe. I thought this would be short... but I bled into four pages so all in all... it's good. *grin*