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Thanky to aaserene, and Cap'n Keira Sparrow. (Damn, you got to him before I did!)
Ok, well here's the next bit. Also, just a warning that the rating might go up to 'Slushyness, including slushy, accompanied with slush. Do not show to people with a severe slush allergy.'
Usual Disclaimer. Disclaiming any notion that I own Johnny Depp/Orlando Bloom; however much I might want to. :-)
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Chapter Three - Murder in the Dark
Elizabeth sat there, trying to look anywhere but the pirate sat next to her. She could feel his warm hands caressing her own. It was surprisingly gentle.
"I'm fine now, thank you Jack."
Reluctantly, he withdrew his hands. Elizabeth chanced a look at his face. She caught the stare of his beautiful eyes. Someone could get lost in those eyes. Someone could quite conceivably drown in those wonderful eyes . .
Before she could stop herself, Elizabeth felt herself falling forwards into those eyes. Suddenly, like a rope pulling taught around a falling persons waist, she was jarred back out of their hidden depths.
She wondered what un-earthly force could have pulled her back. It was Jack himself. He had placed his hands on her shoulders, and was staring at her. But somehow, his eyes didn't seem so accessible. As if a barrier had been raised.
"Lizzie, you're engaged, remember?"
"Oh, yes."
Elizabeth sat back. She looked round the small cabin. Now it seemed to her that she could never betray Will. But just then, it had seemed like the easiest thing in the world.
"But Jack, you're a pirate."
"Maybe. But don't you get any funny ideas in your head. Will's my friend, savvy?"
He stood up and left the room. Elizabeth sat for a while. Jack couldn't mean that. The way he had held her hands in his was so obvious to Elizabeth of more than friendship.
Will was dragged back up the bay, away from the harbour. He had seen the 'Pearl'. Either that or his eyes were playing tricks.
He felt angry. Commodore Norrington had done possibly the worst job of defending Port Royale. Two measly cannons that had both exploded, killing their operators. It was disgusting. And now the pirates had taken Elizabeth. It made his blood boil. Thrashing out at his captors he tried desperately to catch a glimpse of her.
However, it was all to no avail. Eventually, one plan floated across his churning mind.
"I am the son of Bootstrap Bill! Have none of you heard of him?"
He was dropped.
"Yew can't be. He was on the 'Pearl', long ago."
"I know. And I'm his son, a fellow pirate like yourselves."
The pirates eyed him warily.
"If we let you go, you got 'ta work on our ship."
Will considered this. It was very probable that Elizabeth had been taken aboard whatever ship they were on.
"Alright. I'll work on your ship."
With that, he was grasped by his wrists, and pulled back down toward the docks. As they approached, he got a better view of the ship. It was strangely dark, almost like a shadow. But of the 'Black Pearl', there was no sign.
He was shoved roughly into a rowing boat, and the pirates began to row steadily back to their ship. He would've expected to see other pirates returning from the raid, but there were no other boats on the water.
As they came up by the mysterious vessel, Will leapt aboard, only to come face-to-face with a slim figure, wrapped in flowing black cloth.
There were no exposed limbs anywhere. No evidence of a real body at all. Except for a pair of eyes. White-eyes. White, like the moon. White eyeballs with shiny white irises, with midnight black pupils.
The eyes travelled slowly from Will's startled face to the dishevelled pirates.
"He says he's the son of Bootstrap Bill."
The eyes returned to Will's face. The 'thing' nodded, and swept off to its cabin. It was a tall figure, swathed from head to foot in that odd clothing. The pirates watched it leave, before prodding Will sharply in the back.
"You, go to the brig!"
"But, you said . ."
The pirate grinned, revealing two teeth, which were made of gold.
"Pirate." He said.
Will dearly wished the last person who'd said that to him was here now. He was forced down some immaculate stairs, into a clean, tidy cell. As the door banged shut, he began to examine the ship wall. There wasn't a nail out of place. There was no dirt on the floor. No rust, no woodworm, no splinters, no bilge water.
Will sagged down against the amazingly smooth wall. This ship wasn't right. It just couldn't be.
After a short while, a pirate, wearing baggy trousers, and about half a shirt, meandered down to the brig. He carried a small amount of ship's biscuits and water on a tray.
"Get that doon your miserable neck, sonny."
With that he meandered out again. Will reached through the bars of his cell. He could just about manage to sip the water through one of the gaps. A few drops spilled onto the floor. Looking down, he couldn't see them. But he'd heard them drop. Yet they weren't there.
The floor wasn't even damp. Will finished his meagre meal, and waited for the pirate to return.
Eventually he did. Will leapt up, and grabbed the man by his collar.
"Where is the girl, Elizabeth Swann!?"
The pirate gurgled.
"Tell me! Your men took her!"
Will loosened his grip slightly.
"Oh, her. Well, some of them almost got her aboard ship, they were sayin', but some other scallywag got to her first, lucky bleeder."
The pirate looked wistfully into nothingness. Will shook him.
"Who?"
The pirate was about to answer, when he smiled craftily at Will.
"Why should I tell ye, landlubber?"
"Because I want to know! What did he do with her?"
Will shook more vigorously. The pirate released some more information.
"Anything he pleases I should imagine. Got a reputation, so I've heard. Got a reputation for lots o' things has Capt'n Jack Sparrow . . ."
The pirate mad a face of someone who has said too much. Will's grip sagged until he let go.
The pirate scurried off, leaving Will to hang limply from the bars. He 'had' told Elizabeth to about seeing the 'Pearl'. But . . . Something still nagged at him. He found he didn't like the idea of Jack and Elizabeth, alone together on Jack's ship. He was glad Elizabeth was safe, but Jack was, after all, a pirate. How trustworthy were pirates? After his experiences tonight, he didn't think they were actually trustworthy at all.
The night wore on. Elizabeth had been rocked to sleep by the sound of the waves. She was woken by shouts up on deck, followed by a terrible blood- curdling scream.
Jumping from her bed, she cautiously peered through the stained glass of the cabin door. All she could see were the men, running about, yelling and shouting on deck. After a while, they stopped, and congregated round a small point on deck. Elizabeth cautiously opened her cabin door.
"Look, there she is!"
Gibbs had turned to point at her. The other men, including Ana Maria, were looking at her coldly.
"See? I told you havin' posh ladies aboard was bad luck!"
"Aye, Gibbs!"
"Your right there mate!"
Elizabeth stared at them, wild eyed. She tried to re-open her cabin door, but it was jammed. Pulling frantically at the cold brass, she shot frightened glances at the advancing crew of the 'Black Pearl'.
"What have I done? I was in my room!"
Gibbs grabbed her roughly. He tugged her over to the space on deck where they had been standing previously.
There, lying flat on his back, eyes closed, was Captain Jack Sparrow.
Thanky to aaserene, and Cap'n Keira Sparrow. (Damn, you got to him before I did!)
Ok, well here's the next bit. Also, just a warning that the rating might go up to 'Slushyness, including slushy, accompanied with slush. Do not show to people with a severe slush allergy.'
Usual Disclaimer. Disclaiming any notion that I own Johnny Depp/Orlando Bloom; however much I might want to. :-)
***********************************************************
Chapter Three - Murder in the Dark
Elizabeth sat there, trying to look anywhere but the pirate sat next to her. She could feel his warm hands caressing her own. It was surprisingly gentle.
"I'm fine now, thank you Jack."
Reluctantly, he withdrew his hands. Elizabeth chanced a look at his face. She caught the stare of his beautiful eyes. Someone could get lost in those eyes. Someone could quite conceivably drown in those wonderful eyes . .
Before she could stop herself, Elizabeth felt herself falling forwards into those eyes. Suddenly, like a rope pulling taught around a falling persons waist, she was jarred back out of their hidden depths.
She wondered what un-earthly force could have pulled her back. It was Jack himself. He had placed his hands on her shoulders, and was staring at her. But somehow, his eyes didn't seem so accessible. As if a barrier had been raised.
"Lizzie, you're engaged, remember?"
"Oh, yes."
Elizabeth sat back. She looked round the small cabin. Now it seemed to her that she could never betray Will. But just then, it had seemed like the easiest thing in the world.
"But Jack, you're a pirate."
"Maybe. But don't you get any funny ideas in your head. Will's my friend, savvy?"
He stood up and left the room. Elizabeth sat for a while. Jack couldn't mean that. The way he had held her hands in his was so obvious to Elizabeth of more than friendship.
Will was dragged back up the bay, away from the harbour. He had seen the 'Pearl'. Either that or his eyes were playing tricks.
He felt angry. Commodore Norrington had done possibly the worst job of defending Port Royale. Two measly cannons that had both exploded, killing their operators. It was disgusting. And now the pirates had taken Elizabeth. It made his blood boil. Thrashing out at his captors he tried desperately to catch a glimpse of her.
However, it was all to no avail. Eventually, one plan floated across his churning mind.
"I am the son of Bootstrap Bill! Have none of you heard of him?"
He was dropped.
"Yew can't be. He was on the 'Pearl', long ago."
"I know. And I'm his son, a fellow pirate like yourselves."
The pirates eyed him warily.
"If we let you go, you got 'ta work on our ship."
Will considered this. It was very probable that Elizabeth had been taken aboard whatever ship they were on.
"Alright. I'll work on your ship."
With that, he was grasped by his wrists, and pulled back down toward the docks. As they approached, he got a better view of the ship. It was strangely dark, almost like a shadow. But of the 'Black Pearl', there was no sign.
He was shoved roughly into a rowing boat, and the pirates began to row steadily back to their ship. He would've expected to see other pirates returning from the raid, but there were no other boats on the water.
As they came up by the mysterious vessel, Will leapt aboard, only to come face-to-face with a slim figure, wrapped in flowing black cloth.
There were no exposed limbs anywhere. No evidence of a real body at all. Except for a pair of eyes. White-eyes. White, like the moon. White eyeballs with shiny white irises, with midnight black pupils.
The eyes travelled slowly from Will's startled face to the dishevelled pirates.
"He says he's the son of Bootstrap Bill."
The eyes returned to Will's face. The 'thing' nodded, and swept off to its cabin. It was a tall figure, swathed from head to foot in that odd clothing. The pirates watched it leave, before prodding Will sharply in the back.
"You, go to the brig!"
"But, you said . ."
The pirate grinned, revealing two teeth, which were made of gold.
"Pirate." He said.
Will dearly wished the last person who'd said that to him was here now. He was forced down some immaculate stairs, into a clean, tidy cell. As the door banged shut, he began to examine the ship wall. There wasn't a nail out of place. There was no dirt on the floor. No rust, no woodworm, no splinters, no bilge water.
Will sagged down against the amazingly smooth wall. This ship wasn't right. It just couldn't be.
After a short while, a pirate, wearing baggy trousers, and about half a shirt, meandered down to the brig. He carried a small amount of ship's biscuits and water on a tray.
"Get that doon your miserable neck, sonny."
With that he meandered out again. Will reached through the bars of his cell. He could just about manage to sip the water through one of the gaps. A few drops spilled onto the floor. Looking down, he couldn't see them. But he'd heard them drop. Yet they weren't there.
The floor wasn't even damp. Will finished his meagre meal, and waited for the pirate to return.
Eventually he did. Will leapt up, and grabbed the man by his collar.
"Where is the girl, Elizabeth Swann!?"
The pirate gurgled.
"Tell me! Your men took her!"
Will loosened his grip slightly.
"Oh, her. Well, some of them almost got her aboard ship, they were sayin', but some other scallywag got to her first, lucky bleeder."
The pirate looked wistfully into nothingness. Will shook him.
"Who?"
The pirate was about to answer, when he smiled craftily at Will.
"Why should I tell ye, landlubber?"
"Because I want to know! What did he do with her?"
Will shook more vigorously. The pirate released some more information.
"Anything he pleases I should imagine. Got a reputation, so I've heard. Got a reputation for lots o' things has Capt'n Jack Sparrow . . ."
The pirate mad a face of someone who has said too much. Will's grip sagged until he let go.
The pirate scurried off, leaving Will to hang limply from the bars. He 'had' told Elizabeth to about seeing the 'Pearl'. But . . . Something still nagged at him. He found he didn't like the idea of Jack and Elizabeth, alone together on Jack's ship. He was glad Elizabeth was safe, but Jack was, after all, a pirate. How trustworthy were pirates? After his experiences tonight, he didn't think they were actually trustworthy at all.
The night wore on. Elizabeth had been rocked to sleep by the sound of the waves. She was woken by shouts up on deck, followed by a terrible blood- curdling scream.
Jumping from her bed, she cautiously peered through the stained glass of the cabin door. All she could see were the men, running about, yelling and shouting on deck. After a while, they stopped, and congregated round a small point on deck. Elizabeth cautiously opened her cabin door.
"Look, there she is!"
Gibbs had turned to point at her. The other men, including Ana Maria, were looking at her coldly.
"See? I told you havin' posh ladies aboard was bad luck!"
"Aye, Gibbs!"
"Your right there mate!"
Elizabeth stared at them, wild eyed. She tried to re-open her cabin door, but it was jammed. Pulling frantically at the cold brass, she shot frightened glances at the advancing crew of the 'Black Pearl'.
"What have I done? I was in my room!"
Gibbs grabbed her roughly. He tugged her over to the space on deck where they had been standing previously.
There, lying flat on his back, eyes closed, was Captain Jack Sparrow.