HI again.
Yeah, usual old disclaimer.
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Chapter Sixteen - Keys
There was a moment of silence as the door handle smashed into the wall it was thrown back against. Will stood panting in the doorway.
Will stared confused at the strange woman and Jack. He knew her.
"Will, however much ye might want to kill me, now is not really the time."
"I on the other hand, believe it to be perfect. Please, Mr Turner, carry on."
Jack grinned in his own unique way.
"Why, can't ye do it yourself?"
Loua nearly shrieked. He knew! She tried desperately to pull the trigger, but to no avail. Jack grabbed the gun, and twisted it out of her fingers. Throwing it to the floor, he turned back to the shivering woman in the black cowl.
"If you can't kill me, why are you here?"
Loua smiled coyly. Leaping behind the startled Will, she yelled;
"Kill him Mr Turner!"
Will looked over his shoulder at her. She looked up into his eyes, and whispered;
"I saw what he did Will. I know how you feel. Revenge, Will Turner, is not as bittersweet as it seems."
Will turned back to the pirate Captain. His heart screamed revenge at him. But his mind called for his conscience. Will's internal struggle was too much for Loua. She turned and ran, grasping her sisters flowing sleeves, from where they had been in the shadows. Running full pelt to the side of the 'Pearl', Loua leapt nimbly across to the almost invisible black ship at it's side. Hani and Milla stumbled across after her.
"Why don't we storm them?"
Loua clipped Hani across her forehead.
"Fool! We don't work like that. We will get him another way."
Will still stood in the doorway, looking from Jack to Elizabeth. Jack clicked his fingers in an annoyed remembrance.
"Damn! Knew I should have changed those bloody hinges . . ."
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Elizabeth had remained in a sort of shocked trance for the above occasion. Now however, her voice and thoughts surged back into her throat and mind.
"Will, before you even try anything, think!"
Will stared blankly at Elizabeth with a mixture of disgust and disbelief. Pushing her to one side, he took a step closer to Jack.
"I know she can't kill you. I know she can't kill anyone. I also know that if I were holding a gun to your chest, I wouldn't have thought twice about pulling the trigger!"
"Ahh, but you did just now."
Jack smiled disarmingly, and gestured to where Will had been battling his conscience.
Will attempted to grab Jack by the neck. But Jack had anticipated an offensive reaction, so he dodged with ease. Will stumbled forward, falling face first onto the bed. In his struggle to get up, Will found himself simply tangling himself with the bedclothes. Jack and Elizabeth both made a run for the door, jamming hopelessly in the doorway.
Eventually, they staggered into the corridor. Leaning back in, Jack pulled the damaged door handle, and the abused door scraped across the space, before shutting tightly.
"Lock it, or something!"
Jack plunged his hands down into his pockets; this produced the famed compass, several coins, and a large selection of keys. All of the above scattered far and wide over the floor.
Elizabeth and Jack were soon scrabbling desperately about, grabbing keys, and trying to ram them into the lock. As always on these occasions, none of them worked. The elusive key was spotted, just as the ship lurched, and it plummeted down a stair well.
Jack shot after it, slipped on a particularly large silver coin, and vanished amid a cascade of bumps, bangs, and yells.
Elizabeth set after him with a grim determination. She quite forgot the actual reason they were looking for keys. She was reminded by the sudden grasp of Will's arms round her waist.
"Get off me!"
"Why? So you can go and be with your beloved Jack Sparrow?"
Elizabeth squirmed to face Will.
"Captain Jack Sparrow!"
Yeah, usual old disclaimer.
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Chapter Sixteen - Keys
There was a moment of silence as the door handle smashed into the wall it was thrown back against. Will stood panting in the doorway.
Will stared confused at the strange woman and Jack. He knew her.
"Will, however much ye might want to kill me, now is not really the time."
"I on the other hand, believe it to be perfect. Please, Mr Turner, carry on."
Jack grinned in his own unique way.
"Why, can't ye do it yourself?"
Loua nearly shrieked. He knew! She tried desperately to pull the trigger, but to no avail. Jack grabbed the gun, and twisted it out of her fingers. Throwing it to the floor, he turned back to the shivering woman in the black cowl.
"If you can't kill me, why are you here?"
Loua smiled coyly. Leaping behind the startled Will, she yelled;
"Kill him Mr Turner!"
Will looked over his shoulder at her. She looked up into his eyes, and whispered;
"I saw what he did Will. I know how you feel. Revenge, Will Turner, is not as bittersweet as it seems."
Will turned back to the pirate Captain. His heart screamed revenge at him. But his mind called for his conscience. Will's internal struggle was too much for Loua. She turned and ran, grasping her sisters flowing sleeves, from where they had been in the shadows. Running full pelt to the side of the 'Pearl', Loua leapt nimbly across to the almost invisible black ship at it's side. Hani and Milla stumbled across after her.
"Why don't we storm them?"
Loua clipped Hani across her forehead.
"Fool! We don't work like that. We will get him another way."
Will still stood in the doorway, looking from Jack to Elizabeth. Jack clicked his fingers in an annoyed remembrance.
"Damn! Knew I should have changed those bloody hinges . . ."
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Elizabeth had remained in a sort of shocked trance for the above occasion. Now however, her voice and thoughts surged back into her throat and mind.
"Will, before you even try anything, think!"
Will stared blankly at Elizabeth with a mixture of disgust and disbelief. Pushing her to one side, he took a step closer to Jack.
"I know she can't kill you. I know she can't kill anyone. I also know that if I were holding a gun to your chest, I wouldn't have thought twice about pulling the trigger!"
"Ahh, but you did just now."
Jack smiled disarmingly, and gestured to where Will had been battling his conscience.
Will attempted to grab Jack by the neck. But Jack had anticipated an offensive reaction, so he dodged with ease. Will stumbled forward, falling face first onto the bed. In his struggle to get up, Will found himself simply tangling himself with the bedclothes. Jack and Elizabeth both made a run for the door, jamming hopelessly in the doorway.
Eventually, they staggered into the corridor. Leaning back in, Jack pulled the damaged door handle, and the abused door scraped across the space, before shutting tightly.
"Lock it, or something!"
Jack plunged his hands down into his pockets; this produced the famed compass, several coins, and a large selection of keys. All of the above scattered far and wide over the floor.
Elizabeth and Jack were soon scrabbling desperately about, grabbing keys, and trying to ram them into the lock. As always on these occasions, none of them worked. The elusive key was spotted, just as the ship lurched, and it plummeted down a stair well.
Jack shot after it, slipped on a particularly large silver coin, and vanished amid a cascade of bumps, bangs, and yells.
Elizabeth set after him with a grim determination. She quite forgot the actual reason they were looking for keys. She was reminded by the sudden grasp of Will's arms round her waist.
"Get off me!"
"Why? So you can go and be with your beloved Jack Sparrow?"
Elizabeth squirmed to face Will.
"Captain Jack Sparrow!"