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Usual Disclaimer. More weird stuff this chappie.
Oh, yeah. You know the wooden eyed guy in Barrbossa's crew? He is Ragetti, right? Please review and tell me if I'm wrong or whatever.
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Chapter Five - Those Eyes
Will was still down in the brig. He was thinking about the strange ship he was on. Nothing out of place, so perfect.
Voices, conspiratorial voices. They became louder and louder. Will shifted position, and strained to see the newcomers.
The 'thing' in the black cloth was standing at the bottom of the stairs. It was talking to, to someone Will realised he knew.
It was the man with the wooden eye, from Barrbossa's crew. Ragetti. He was looking nervously around. Thankfully, he didn't spot Will.
The 'thing' swathed in cloth spoke. It was a feminine voice. Slippery too.
"I have done the deed, Mr Ragetti."
"Oh, er. That's good. Sparrow went down, did he?"
"Yes. The crew are too stupid to notice. They will bury him at sea."
Ragetti sniffed, wiped his nose on his sleeve, and looked back at the woman.
"I don't see why you couldn't just kill him."
"I told you. I am bound by a curse never to kill. I only drugged him. The crew will drown him alive wrapped in sail canvas."
"Well, long as he suffers on the way down. He deserves it."
The woman nodded.
"Good bye, Mr Ragetti. My sister will escort you to the port."
Another black clad figure, exactly the same as the first, appeared from the darkness. She led the wary pirate of the ship.
Will stood still, paralysed. He cursed himself silently, for thinking so harshly of Jack. Who was this woman? A trained assassin, who couldn't kill?
"Ahh, a friend of Jack Sparrow are you?"
The strange woman stood before him. Her eyes were boring into his, digging into his mind. Will shook his head, trying to clear his head of those eyes. Those mysterious, white-eyes.
"I'm afraid that he will die. It is almost inevitable. But, I doubt it will worry you too much . . . ."
"Of course I'm worried! Who are you, what have you done to him?"
The woman moved, or glided across to the cell door. She withdrew a key from somewhere on her person. Un locking the door, she stepped in.
"William Turner, I can show you things that might make you doubt your friend, Jack Sparrow."
Will shook his head vigorously. He began to move backwards, as the woman advanced.
"I don't want to doubt him, leave me alone!"
"Oh, but you do doubt him, don't you Will?"
Will was pressed against the wall now, the woman's face, centimetres from his own.
"Look at me. I can show you . . . ."
Will was about to protest, when pair of ruby red lips were revealed from beneath the black cloth. They seemed to slip forward over his own, and suddenly, he couldn't see the bare surroundings of his cell, but a small cabin. There was a girl lying on her side on the bed, her hands tied. A man came in, lifted her so she could sit, and untied her hands. Will watched horrified, as the man began to caress her hands gently.
Then the vision changed. The man was lying motionless on a bed. The girl staggered in. She looked round, and then at the man on the bed. Slowly, she began to kiss him, once, twice, and thrice.
Will felt betrayed, by both of them. He felt the woman pull her lips away. He was caught in those shining eyes.
The woman moved away, pulling up her cloth over her mouth. She re-locked the cell, and walked serenely back up the stairs.
Usual Disclaimer. More weird stuff this chappie.
Oh, yeah. You know the wooden eyed guy in Barrbossa's crew? He is Ragetti, right? Please review and tell me if I'm wrong or whatever.
***********************************************************
Chapter Five - Those Eyes
Will was still down in the brig. He was thinking about the strange ship he was on. Nothing out of place, so perfect.
Voices, conspiratorial voices. They became louder and louder. Will shifted position, and strained to see the newcomers.
The 'thing' in the black cloth was standing at the bottom of the stairs. It was talking to, to someone Will realised he knew.
It was the man with the wooden eye, from Barrbossa's crew. Ragetti. He was looking nervously around. Thankfully, he didn't spot Will.
The 'thing' swathed in cloth spoke. It was a feminine voice. Slippery too.
"I have done the deed, Mr Ragetti."
"Oh, er. That's good. Sparrow went down, did he?"
"Yes. The crew are too stupid to notice. They will bury him at sea."
Ragetti sniffed, wiped his nose on his sleeve, and looked back at the woman.
"I don't see why you couldn't just kill him."
"I told you. I am bound by a curse never to kill. I only drugged him. The crew will drown him alive wrapped in sail canvas."
"Well, long as he suffers on the way down. He deserves it."
The woman nodded.
"Good bye, Mr Ragetti. My sister will escort you to the port."
Another black clad figure, exactly the same as the first, appeared from the darkness. She led the wary pirate of the ship.
Will stood still, paralysed. He cursed himself silently, for thinking so harshly of Jack. Who was this woman? A trained assassin, who couldn't kill?
"Ahh, a friend of Jack Sparrow are you?"
The strange woman stood before him. Her eyes were boring into his, digging into his mind. Will shook his head, trying to clear his head of those eyes. Those mysterious, white-eyes.
"I'm afraid that he will die. It is almost inevitable. But, I doubt it will worry you too much . . . ."
"Of course I'm worried! Who are you, what have you done to him?"
The woman moved, or glided across to the cell door. She withdrew a key from somewhere on her person. Un locking the door, she stepped in.
"William Turner, I can show you things that might make you doubt your friend, Jack Sparrow."
Will shook his head vigorously. He began to move backwards, as the woman advanced.
"I don't want to doubt him, leave me alone!"
"Oh, but you do doubt him, don't you Will?"
Will was pressed against the wall now, the woman's face, centimetres from his own.
"Look at me. I can show you . . . ."
Will was about to protest, when pair of ruby red lips were revealed from beneath the black cloth. They seemed to slip forward over his own, and suddenly, he couldn't see the bare surroundings of his cell, but a small cabin. There was a girl lying on her side on the bed, her hands tied. A man came in, lifted her so she could sit, and untied her hands. Will watched horrified, as the man began to caress her hands gently.
Then the vision changed. The man was lying motionless on a bed. The girl staggered in. She looked round, and then at the man on the bed. Slowly, she began to kiss him, once, twice, and thrice.
Will felt betrayed, by both of them. He felt the woman pull her lips away. He was caught in those shining eyes.
The woman moved away, pulling up her cloth over her mouth. She re-locked the cell, and walked serenely back up the stairs.