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Usual disclaimer.
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Chapter Eleven - A Surprising Discovery
By nightfall, Will had gathered most of the crew on the ship. In various states of drunkenness, they had staggered on board, yawning, stretching and gurgling nonsensical conversations. The only vaguely sober member was Anamaria. She eyed Will suspiciously.
"Where did you come from?"
"Why does it matter? I'm taking control of the ship, since Jack is dead. But only to Port Royale." Will decided that being stern was the best way to deal with a pirate crew. It was, but it was not the best way to deal with Anamaria.
"I know this ship well, Mr Turner, and land-lubber blacksmiths don't just appear out the woodwork. But I see you heard about the Captain."
Will nodded. Ana had no idea that Jack was alive. Something filtered into Will's consciousness. Jack 'had' been killed . . .And yet he'd only just marched him down into the brig.
Will ran down the stairs into the lower decks, leaving Anamaria standing on deck. Jack was leaning back against the bars, his hat resting down over his face; asleep. Typical, thought Will.
"Back again, Mr Turner?"
Will jumped. Jack hadn't even moved. He still sat with his back to Will.
"Yes. You're dead."
This made Jack turn round. A wolfish grin spread over his tanned face.
"Really Mr Turner? How very interesting. I'll be sure to remember that."
Jack turned back round, and replaced his hat.
Will gritted his teeth. Sometimes, he really hated the pirate. He hated him now for what he'd tried with Elizabeth, but even when Jack was saving his life the pirate could be extremely irritating.
"I was on that black ship. I heard the woman talking about poisoning you. Why are you still here?"
Jack shrugged.
"Dunno, mate."
Then suddenly Will remembered. The poison wasn't to kill, only to convince the crew that he was dead, so they would bury Jack at sea, but they hadn't. He had woken up. But who on earth had been against burying him there and then? Will thought pirates liked quick funerals. And yet they didn't know he had woken up. So they had thought him really dead. And yet, someone had protected him from them. Someone had really believed he was alive.
Elizabeth. She was the only one. It was like a stab through the heart. Then more memories. The visions the strange woman had shown him, Jack and Elizabeth, together. Will ground his teeth together. Then, there was Elizabeth's confession.
A cold fury swirled around inside him, encasing his heart with icy fear, hate and sadness.
Will realised he was still standing in the brig. Jack was looking at him concernedly.
"You alright, mate?"
"Shut your mouth, pirate."
Will spat the last word with feeling. Jack looked surprised. It wasn't like Will. He'd seen the boy angry before, but not like this.
Will disappeared up the stairs again. Jack settled back against the bars. He shut his eyes, and tried to remember the wonderful feel of Elizabeth's lips on his own. The texture of her beautifully smooth skin beneath his fingertips. And her beautiful eyes. Huge orbs of soft forgivingness and gentleness. Jack smiled. Perhaps pirates did fall in love after all.
Elizabeth sat alone in her cabin. The shouts of the crew setting the ship for sailing muffled by her tears. Her feelings were tangled like a giant ball of wool. Somewhere in her heart, she loved Will. Somewhere. But the overwhelming feeling was love for Jack. But it shouldn't be. Wiping her hands over eyes, and back into her hair, she surveyed her surroundings.
There was nothing comforting. Elizabeth heard a strong tap on the door. She opened it. Will strode in. He stared at the wall for some time.
The answer was circling his mind. He didn't want it to. He wanted to deny it. But Will had never been good with denial. He looked at the beautiful woman standing nervously behind him. She looked like a true English lady, awaiting the man's actions. Will thought she looked out of place.
"Elizabeth, do you love Jack?"
The question took Elizabeth by surprise. Her immediate answer sprang from her mouth.
"No. No, I don't."
Will looked at her. He had to forgive her, he loved her too much. He smiled slightly. Walking over to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Elizabeth rested her head on his shoulder. She felt worse now. Why had she lied? She'd betrayed Jack. If she'd admitted the truth, then perhaps he wouldn't be in such trouble. Elizabeth sighed, regretfully.
Anamaria didn't like Will. He was all right. But as a captain of a ship even Jack was a better option. She walked confidently to Jack's cabin. His death was a shock. Particularly to her. She opened the door.
His body was gone.
Ana didn't blink. She even smiled. She suspected as much. He was, after all, Captain Jack Sparrow. He wasn't dead; Captain Jack Sparrow didn't just die like that. But then where was he?
He had been on the ship. So had Elizabeth. On their own. Together. Ana smiled. She knew Jack so well. And now Will had turned up. Elizabeth's fiancé. Ana nearly laughed.
The steps to the brig were dark. Ana wandered slowly down the stairs. She felt prettily jaunty. And there, leaning against the bars, was Ana's Captain.
"So, you're here are you?"
"So it seems. Better than being dead."
Ana grinned.
Jack continued.
"I would've thought my beloved younger sister might've checked I was breathing. Seems the only one who cares about me is Miss Swann."
Ana laughed.
"Why should I have checked your breathing? No one knows I'm your sister. And as to Miss Swann . . .Well, she's the reason you're down here, I suspect."
Jack stood up and rested his face against the bars. Ana stood in front of him, grinning.
"You didn't have to tell 'em I was your brother to see if I was breathing."
"No. But no one else wanted to check. If you look dead, you're usually dead."
Ana's mind noted how Jack had evaded her earlier prediction.
"So, why are you down 'ere? I thought Mr Turner would 'ave been pleased to see you."
Jack laughed hollowly.
"Oh, I dunno. You never know with the whelp."
Jack had started to wander slowly from one side of the cell to the other. Ana began to do this as well, trying to make eye contact with him.
"I'm guessing you're down here, because Miss Swann was a bit to glad to see you, and you far to pleased to see her."
Jack stopped abruptly. He fixed Ana with his dark brown eyes, seriousness written on every feature.
"Alright. You know me too well."
Ana burst into a fit of hearty laughter. Jack looked hurt. When Ana managed to control her emotions, gasping for air, and still with a smile glued to her face, she asked;
"Why, Jack?"
Something in Jack snapped. How many times had someone asked him that? He knew damn well they'd never believe the truth. He glared at his younger sister, and pushed his face as close to the bars as possible. Ana stepped closer, her ribs resisting the urge to break free with her suppressed giggling.
"Because, I love her."
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HAHA! Jack and Ana are brother and sister! Oh well. If there is a really obvious/good reason why they can't be, PLEASE tell me. Through no fault of my own I have only see the film twice . . .So I may have missed something.
Also, they wouldn't tell anyone, in case one got kidnapped or something and the other had to pay a ransom. Or something like that.
Usual disclaimer.
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Chapter Eleven - A Surprising Discovery
By nightfall, Will had gathered most of the crew on the ship. In various states of drunkenness, they had staggered on board, yawning, stretching and gurgling nonsensical conversations. The only vaguely sober member was Anamaria. She eyed Will suspiciously.
"Where did you come from?"
"Why does it matter? I'm taking control of the ship, since Jack is dead. But only to Port Royale." Will decided that being stern was the best way to deal with a pirate crew. It was, but it was not the best way to deal with Anamaria.
"I know this ship well, Mr Turner, and land-lubber blacksmiths don't just appear out the woodwork. But I see you heard about the Captain."
Will nodded. Ana had no idea that Jack was alive. Something filtered into Will's consciousness. Jack 'had' been killed . . .And yet he'd only just marched him down into the brig.
Will ran down the stairs into the lower decks, leaving Anamaria standing on deck. Jack was leaning back against the bars, his hat resting down over his face; asleep. Typical, thought Will.
"Back again, Mr Turner?"
Will jumped. Jack hadn't even moved. He still sat with his back to Will.
"Yes. You're dead."
This made Jack turn round. A wolfish grin spread over his tanned face.
"Really Mr Turner? How very interesting. I'll be sure to remember that."
Jack turned back round, and replaced his hat.
Will gritted his teeth. Sometimes, he really hated the pirate. He hated him now for what he'd tried with Elizabeth, but even when Jack was saving his life the pirate could be extremely irritating.
"I was on that black ship. I heard the woman talking about poisoning you. Why are you still here?"
Jack shrugged.
"Dunno, mate."
Then suddenly Will remembered. The poison wasn't to kill, only to convince the crew that he was dead, so they would bury Jack at sea, but they hadn't. He had woken up. But who on earth had been against burying him there and then? Will thought pirates liked quick funerals. And yet they didn't know he had woken up. So they had thought him really dead. And yet, someone had protected him from them. Someone had really believed he was alive.
Elizabeth. She was the only one. It was like a stab through the heart. Then more memories. The visions the strange woman had shown him, Jack and Elizabeth, together. Will ground his teeth together. Then, there was Elizabeth's confession.
A cold fury swirled around inside him, encasing his heart with icy fear, hate and sadness.
Will realised he was still standing in the brig. Jack was looking at him concernedly.
"You alright, mate?"
"Shut your mouth, pirate."
Will spat the last word with feeling. Jack looked surprised. It wasn't like Will. He'd seen the boy angry before, but not like this.
Will disappeared up the stairs again. Jack settled back against the bars. He shut his eyes, and tried to remember the wonderful feel of Elizabeth's lips on his own. The texture of her beautifully smooth skin beneath his fingertips. And her beautiful eyes. Huge orbs of soft forgivingness and gentleness. Jack smiled. Perhaps pirates did fall in love after all.
Elizabeth sat alone in her cabin. The shouts of the crew setting the ship for sailing muffled by her tears. Her feelings were tangled like a giant ball of wool. Somewhere in her heart, she loved Will. Somewhere. But the overwhelming feeling was love for Jack. But it shouldn't be. Wiping her hands over eyes, and back into her hair, she surveyed her surroundings.
There was nothing comforting. Elizabeth heard a strong tap on the door. She opened it. Will strode in. He stared at the wall for some time.
The answer was circling his mind. He didn't want it to. He wanted to deny it. But Will had never been good with denial. He looked at the beautiful woman standing nervously behind him. She looked like a true English lady, awaiting the man's actions. Will thought she looked out of place.
"Elizabeth, do you love Jack?"
The question took Elizabeth by surprise. Her immediate answer sprang from her mouth.
"No. No, I don't."
Will looked at her. He had to forgive her, he loved her too much. He smiled slightly. Walking over to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Elizabeth rested her head on his shoulder. She felt worse now. Why had she lied? She'd betrayed Jack. If she'd admitted the truth, then perhaps he wouldn't be in such trouble. Elizabeth sighed, regretfully.
Anamaria didn't like Will. He was all right. But as a captain of a ship even Jack was a better option. She walked confidently to Jack's cabin. His death was a shock. Particularly to her. She opened the door.
His body was gone.
Ana didn't blink. She even smiled. She suspected as much. He was, after all, Captain Jack Sparrow. He wasn't dead; Captain Jack Sparrow didn't just die like that. But then where was he?
He had been on the ship. So had Elizabeth. On their own. Together. Ana smiled. She knew Jack so well. And now Will had turned up. Elizabeth's fiancé. Ana nearly laughed.
The steps to the brig were dark. Ana wandered slowly down the stairs. She felt prettily jaunty. And there, leaning against the bars, was Ana's Captain.
"So, you're here are you?"
"So it seems. Better than being dead."
Ana grinned.
Jack continued.
"I would've thought my beloved younger sister might've checked I was breathing. Seems the only one who cares about me is Miss Swann."
Ana laughed.
"Why should I have checked your breathing? No one knows I'm your sister. And as to Miss Swann . . .Well, she's the reason you're down here, I suspect."
Jack stood up and rested his face against the bars. Ana stood in front of him, grinning.
"You didn't have to tell 'em I was your brother to see if I was breathing."
"No. But no one else wanted to check. If you look dead, you're usually dead."
Ana's mind noted how Jack had evaded her earlier prediction.
"So, why are you down 'ere? I thought Mr Turner would 'ave been pleased to see you."
Jack laughed hollowly.
"Oh, I dunno. You never know with the whelp."
Jack had started to wander slowly from one side of the cell to the other. Ana began to do this as well, trying to make eye contact with him.
"I'm guessing you're down here, because Miss Swann was a bit to glad to see you, and you far to pleased to see her."
Jack stopped abruptly. He fixed Ana with his dark brown eyes, seriousness written on every feature.
"Alright. You know me too well."
Ana burst into a fit of hearty laughter. Jack looked hurt. When Ana managed to control her emotions, gasping for air, and still with a smile glued to her face, she asked;
"Why, Jack?"
Something in Jack snapped. How many times had someone asked him that? He knew damn well they'd never believe the truth. He glared at his younger sister, and pushed his face as close to the bars as possible. Ana stepped closer, her ribs resisting the urge to break free with her suppressed giggling.
"Because, I love her."
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HAHA! Jack and Ana are brother and sister! Oh well. If there is a really obvious/good reason why they can't be, PLEASE tell me. Through no fault of my own I have only see the film twice . . .So I may have missed something.
Also, they wouldn't tell anyone, in case one got kidnapped or something and the other had to pay a ransom. Or something like that.