AN// I have a good news kind of thing... readers, given that I have some,
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the third one) is an awesome writer. A new one mind you but she rocks. AND
she made me very jealous because of the fact that she can update fourteen
times in TWO months... YES I'm a bit jealous so I'm taking a little
initiative. I will be updating SO much more frequently. *mean face* yes I
will! Just watch. (oh.. the given that I have readers line was a bit of
self-deprecation. My friend has about six hundred reviews. *sigh* If only I
could have HALF of that...)
Chapter 08:
Will woke up to what he thought was the sound of a creak of the door. He sat up and looked around. It was still dark and the sun had yet to rise from her sleep. He looked around at the shadows and saw nothing and heard nothing so he lay back down and realized that Patricia was still nestled in his arms, breathing deeply and peacefully. Her black hair was tangled into unmanageable knots and he, affectionately, pushed the knots back and smiled at her childlike expression as she slept. Kissing her on the forehead once, he gathered her into his body, resting his arms around her and trying to fall asleep again.
Once more, he heard the echoing creak of footsteps on the wood of the floor this time. Will, thinking it was some shifting of the great ship again. The winds began to push at the walls and creaking didn't stop. It didn't occur to Will that the wind's rocking and sounds didn't coincide with each other.
"Will..." a voice called. Will did NOT want to be woken up when he was sleeping in such a serene position so he remained silent and still. "Will..." the voice called again. A dirty-nailed hand reached down to the sheets to wake its destination and landed on Patricia's stomach. She stirred slightly and Will opened his eyes a crack to see Jack Sparrow's hand slithering up his best friend's body and then resting a little too long on her chest. "Will... I never realized you were so soft... or... well- endowed with the gifts of women..." As soon as the formerly sleeping man's mind registered to the fact that Jack was done trying to wake him and has moved on to groping his loved one, Will slipped out of the bed as gently as he could as to not wake the girl but fast enough so that he caught Jack by surprise, putting a hand on the pirate's neck.... TIGHTLY.
"What in bloody hell do you think you're doing fondling Patricia?!" Will hissed, angrily. "Mind you, I expected something like that from you but to do it in front of me?!! Surely, you have a death wish."
Jack merely rolled his eyes. "I presuppose that you and the lass have kissed and made up, now did ye?" He pried the angry fingers off him.
"What do you want, Jack?" Will asked aggravated. He looked longingly at the warm spot in the beside Patricia, looking at the creases of the blankets like waves, watching her arms subtly reach out for the heat that had once lay by her. "I want to sleep."
"Ye see here, William?" Jack started. "I gave me word last night that when the goddess, Dawn, reaches her fingers out to touch these pieces of wood..." He tapped the wood floor gently for emphasis. "... We'd be delving through yesterday's Catch of the Day. Well, Dawn be reaching out her lovely fingers to this here ship so I'm off to me delving..." Jack then strode over to the corner and sat down on the bed pulling the chest next to him. "Please be treasure. Please be treasure... or at least be rum... Rum might be nice..."
Will took a second to realize what Jack had said. (He's a slow one, our Will.) The moment Jack's words progressed in his mind, he saw that Jack was already lifting the lid. "Stop it!" He brought his foot down on the cover, slamming it back down again... on Jack's fingers.
"Damn it! Bloody bastard! GET OFF!" Jack cursed. Will grinned, realizing what he did and loosened his hold on the chest.
"Sorry..." Will smirked.
"Damn right you should be sorry!" Jack shouted, clutching his fingers as he ran around, screaming bloody mercy. Will looked down and saw Patricia slowly waking up.
"Shut up! Jack, SHUT UP. You're waking her!" Will hissed.
"I'm not shutting up when you shatter my finger bones!" Jack kept his little parade of running around cabin, cursing and proceeded to kick an oak dresser. "DAMN IT!" The kick was most definitely a STUPID move and now Jack went around a-hopping and a-cursing, holding his foot in his hand.
"Will?" a voice called him away from the amusing performance he was satisfied with witnessing. He looked down and saw Patricia waking up, smiling up at him as she stretched.
"Morning, love." Will leaned down and gave her a kiss on top of her head. She sat up and laughed, seeing Jack and his 'ritual of healing'.
"What happened to Jack?" she murmured, her voice still raspy from sleep.
"No idea," Will shrugged and she just laughed harder when she saw the gratified twinkle in his eye.
"... stupid chest... better have something good in that bleeding pile of driftwood..." she heard him muttering.
"The chest!" she cried out, crawling out of the bed and next to chest. She flipped it open and everyone froze in place. Patricia's hand reached out and scooped out the contents. "Gold..." Her eyes widened in shock at feeling the cold metal.
"Gold?" Jack asked, coming towards her. "Gold!" He dug his hands through the coins and his fingers swam through the newfound treasure.
"But whose is it?" Patricia asked and her eyes went to Will who still had yet to say some words.
"Does it matter?" Jack retorted, laughing. "Take what you can, give nothing back."
"Jack, this is probably worth a king's ransom! Of course it matters!" Patricia cried out, unbelievingly. She looked at the chest again and saw a piece of leather protruding from a corner. "What's that?" Jack just shrugged and kept playing with the coins. Will finally stepped up and took the jutting corner out and revealed a book. He handed it to Patricia as he sat down next to her. "It's... It's a..." She flipped open the book and looked through the pages. "Actually, I don't know what it is..." She frowned and lent it to Will.
"It's a captain's journal," Will answered. "The captain of the Maiden Blue, if I'm not mistaken." He pointed at the title page of the journal that read "Robert Abegnale, Proud Captain of the Maiden Blue, ship of the King's Navy." There was a drawing of a ship on the ocean waves.
"That's impossible," Jack said, pulling himself out of his reverie.
"What's impossible?" Will asked.
"That journal couldn't possibly be Robert Abegnale of Maiden Blue's journal because Robert Abegnale and the Maiden Blue disappeared more than fifty years ago on its way to Virginia," Jack Sparrow explained. "It carried gold enough to buy the colonies and even if this WERE that gold..." he added as Will was about to interrupt to tell him that it WAS gold he held in his hand and his best friend HAD just told him that it was worth a king's ransom. "We're in the Caribbean. They wouldn't have come all the way down here."
"So you believe that just because Robert Abegnale wasn't a pirate that he wouldn't be dishonest?" Patricia asked, interrupting Will and Jack's next argument.
"Never said that, love," Jack answered. Patricia was starting to flip through the journal and was towards the end of it.
"Well, just in case you DID think that... listen to this."
AN// Woohoo! On to the next Chapter... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 08:
Will woke up to what he thought was the sound of a creak of the door. He sat up and looked around. It was still dark and the sun had yet to rise from her sleep. He looked around at the shadows and saw nothing and heard nothing so he lay back down and realized that Patricia was still nestled in his arms, breathing deeply and peacefully. Her black hair was tangled into unmanageable knots and he, affectionately, pushed the knots back and smiled at her childlike expression as she slept. Kissing her on the forehead once, he gathered her into his body, resting his arms around her and trying to fall asleep again.
Once more, he heard the echoing creak of footsteps on the wood of the floor this time. Will, thinking it was some shifting of the great ship again. The winds began to push at the walls and creaking didn't stop. It didn't occur to Will that the wind's rocking and sounds didn't coincide with each other.
"Will..." a voice called. Will did NOT want to be woken up when he was sleeping in such a serene position so he remained silent and still. "Will..." the voice called again. A dirty-nailed hand reached down to the sheets to wake its destination and landed on Patricia's stomach. She stirred slightly and Will opened his eyes a crack to see Jack Sparrow's hand slithering up his best friend's body and then resting a little too long on her chest. "Will... I never realized you were so soft... or... well- endowed with the gifts of women..." As soon as the formerly sleeping man's mind registered to the fact that Jack was done trying to wake him and has moved on to groping his loved one, Will slipped out of the bed as gently as he could as to not wake the girl but fast enough so that he caught Jack by surprise, putting a hand on the pirate's neck.... TIGHTLY.
"What in bloody hell do you think you're doing fondling Patricia?!" Will hissed, angrily. "Mind you, I expected something like that from you but to do it in front of me?!! Surely, you have a death wish."
Jack merely rolled his eyes. "I presuppose that you and the lass have kissed and made up, now did ye?" He pried the angry fingers off him.
"What do you want, Jack?" Will asked aggravated. He looked longingly at the warm spot in the beside Patricia, looking at the creases of the blankets like waves, watching her arms subtly reach out for the heat that had once lay by her. "I want to sleep."
"Ye see here, William?" Jack started. "I gave me word last night that when the goddess, Dawn, reaches her fingers out to touch these pieces of wood..." He tapped the wood floor gently for emphasis. "... We'd be delving through yesterday's Catch of the Day. Well, Dawn be reaching out her lovely fingers to this here ship so I'm off to me delving..." Jack then strode over to the corner and sat down on the bed pulling the chest next to him. "Please be treasure. Please be treasure... or at least be rum... Rum might be nice..."
Will took a second to realize what Jack had said. (He's a slow one, our Will.) The moment Jack's words progressed in his mind, he saw that Jack was already lifting the lid. "Stop it!" He brought his foot down on the cover, slamming it back down again... on Jack's fingers.
"Damn it! Bloody bastard! GET OFF!" Jack cursed. Will grinned, realizing what he did and loosened his hold on the chest.
"Sorry..." Will smirked.
"Damn right you should be sorry!" Jack shouted, clutching his fingers as he ran around, screaming bloody mercy. Will looked down and saw Patricia slowly waking up.
"Shut up! Jack, SHUT UP. You're waking her!" Will hissed.
"I'm not shutting up when you shatter my finger bones!" Jack kept his little parade of running around cabin, cursing and proceeded to kick an oak dresser. "DAMN IT!" The kick was most definitely a STUPID move and now Jack went around a-hopping and a-cursing, holding his foot in his hand.
"Will?" a voice called him away from the amusing performance he was satisfied with witnessing. He looked down and saw Patricia waking up, smiling up at him as she stretched.
"Morning, love." Will leaned down and gave her a kiss on top of her head. She sat up and laughed, seeing Jack and his 'ritual of healing'.
"What happened to Jack?" she murmured, her voice still raspy from sleep.
"No idea," Will shrugged and she just laughed harder when she saw the gratified twinkle in his eye.
"... stupid chest... better have something good in that bleeding pile of driftwood..." she heard him muttering.
"The chest!" she cried out, crawling out of the bed and next to chest. She flipped it open and everyone froze in place. Patricia's hand reached out and scooped out the contents. "Gold..." Her eyes widened in shock at feeling the cold metal.
"Gold?" Jack asked, coming towards her. "Gold!" He dug his hands through the coins and his fingers swam through the newfound treasure.
"But whose is it?" Patricia asked and her eyes went to Will who still had yet to say some words.
"Does it matter?" Jack retorted, laughing. "Take what you can, give nothing back."
"Jack, this is probably worth a king's ransom! Of course it matters!" Patricia cried out, unbelievingly. She looked at the chest again and saw a piece of leather protruding from a corner. "What's that?" Jack just shrugged and kept playing with the coins. Will finally stepped up and took the jutting corner out and revealed a book. He handed it to Patricia as he sat down next to her. "It's... It's a..." She flipped open the book and looked through the pages. "Actually, I don't know what it is..." She frowned and lent it to Will.
"It's a captain's journal," Will answered. "The captain of the Maiden Blue, if I'm not mistaken." He pointed at the title page of the journal that read "Robert Abegnale, Proud Captain of the Maiden Blue, ship of the King's Navy." There was a drawing of a ship on the ocean waves.
"That's impossible," Jack said, pulling himself out of his reverie.
"What's impossible?" Will asked.
"That journal couldn't possibly be Robert Abegnale of Maiden Blue's journal because Robert Abegnale and the Maiden Blue disappeared more than fifty years ago on its way to Virginia," Jack Sparrow explained. "It carried gold enough to buy the colonies and even if this WERE that gold..." he added as Will was about to interrupt to tell him that it WAS gold he held in his hand and his best friend HAD just told him that it was worth a king's ransom. "We're in the Caribbean. They wouldn't have come all the way down here."
"So you believe that just because Robert Abegnale wasn't a pirate that he wouldn't be dishonest?" Patricia asked, interrupting Will and Jack's next argument.
"Never said that, love," Jack answered. Patricia was starting to flip through the journal and was towards the end of it.
"Well, just in case you DID think that... listen to this."
AN// Woohoo! On to the next Chapter... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!