Hi. Again. Wooot! Reviews!!!! Aww, I see Will is a popular guy. Hmmm.
*evil chuckle* Maybe that should be 'was a popular guy' . . .
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Chapter Twenty – Pulling Through
There was a shocked silence. The audience collectively drew breath. Elizabeth had covered her eyes. She wanted her father to put a loving arm round her. But of course he wasn't there, and never would be.
Commodore Norrington's mouth hung slightly agape. The surviving pirates stared in horror at the dangling corpse, quite forgetting where they were. For a brief second, criminals and citizens of Port Royale were united.
Loua shook her head. The image cleared. Sitting up in bed, she cursed Captain Jack Sparrow. The man refused to die.
Standing up, she stepped into the space between all the cabins. Tapping on the other doors to wake her sisters, she went out onto deck.
The morning was pleasant. Wrapping her cloak tighter, Loua wandered round her ship. The crew all stood a little away from her, looking on in awe. The men never tried anything with Loua or her sisters. It was un-thinkable. The sisters commanded their crew with a strange regime. Almost as though controlling their minds. The crew never argued, and mutiny was not an option they would even dream of.
Hani and Milla appeared, yawning. Loua pounced on her younger siblings.
"Do you know what I dreamed?"
They shook their heads.
"I dreamed, and saw Jack Sparrow, about to be hung. Yet he escaped! God knows how. That man is beyond belief."
"Not really?"
Angrily, Loua slapped Milla about the face.
"Yes, really! If you had done a proper job, he would be long dead!"
"How was I to know the girl would get in the way?"
"You weren't, but you should have tried another method. Like speaking mutinous things to the crew. Anything! Now we must kill him a different way, as he knows of us. And we still have Governor Swents' job to do!"
The younger sisters fell silent. It was a tricky situation. The man did seem incredibly difficult to get rid of. The Royal Navy had him in their grasp, and he still escaped the gallows.
Loua shooed her sisters away. She shut her eyes, and tried to recapture her dream. But like all dreams, it had gone. But why had the rope broken? It was puzzling indeed. Her dream had not shown her that. Once more cursing Jack, she opened her eyes. What of the still hanging body? Who had that been? It had been turned away from her, the face not in view.
Loua instructed the steersman to head once more for Port Royale. Then she retired to her cabin to think of another assassination attempt. Doubly difficult now that the target knew about it.
There was no movement for about three seconds. Then Jack sprang up onto the timbers with an energy he never knew he had. Drawing a knife, he slashed the rope. The unconscious or deceased body of Will Turner flopped pathetically onto the scaffold floor.
Ana-Maria grabbed his feet, and tugged him below the wood. Jack jumped back down underneath the floor as well. Between them, the two pirates hauled Will up, Jack at his head, Ana at his feet. They ran out from under the scaffold, followed by a slightly dazed crew.
No one except Elizabeth seemed to be sufficiently recovered to do anything. Indeed, all Elizabeth managed to do, was faint, and land almost with perfect timing in Gibbs' arms as he ran past. The podgy pirate muttered something about women being bad luck under his breath. However, knowing full well Jack would have him hung, drawn and quartered if he dropped the girl, he carried on running.
By the time the Navy had gathered their wits, the pirate crew and it's assorted others were halfway to the harbour. It was a strange looking procession. Jack, running backwards, with Ana telling him where to go, with Will between them. A madly squawking parrot was spurring a ramshackle pirate crew on. And bringing up the rear, a fat man, carrying an un- conscious governor's daughter.
Eventually, after much surprising of innocent civilians, the motley band fetched up at the harbour. The 'Black Pearl' was anchored alongside the 'Interceptor'. Jack started in that direction, but the way was suddenly blocked by several members of the Navy. They had been guarding the two ships.
"Ah, Gentleman!"
Jack turned to face them, forcing Ana round.
"What are you doin' here pirate?"
Jack looked round at his crew.
"Depends really. If you let us through, we escape quietly. If you don't, we stop to murder you before escaping quietly. What's it to be, lads?"
The guards stretched to their full height. They were the picture of courage and righteous defenders.
Jack sighed theatrically.
"I thought that's what you'd do. Men, charge!"
The crew surged past their captain and first mate. They bowled over the unsuspecting soldiers, who ended the scuffle in the waters below.
Jack and Ana heaved Will up once more, before hurrying onto their ship. Gibbs followed them, breathing heavily, and silently wondering if Elizabeth had got several weights in the bodice of her dress.
Jack and Ana deposited Will on the deck, before turning to raise the gangplank. Mr Cotton began to haul the anchor up, while Gibbs laid Elizabeth on the deck next to Will.
The shouts and horns of the approaching Navy galvanised the crew into action. Within moments, the 'Black Pearl' was moving out towards the ocean.
Once the crew were engrossed in escaping the angered Royal Navy, Jack left the wheel to Ana, before jumping down beside Will and Elizabeth.
He knew that he ought to be more worried about Will, the boy having been hung, if only for a few seconds. But he found that his concern lay with Elizabeth.
"Is she all right, Gibbs?"
"I should think so, Capt'n. Just had a' attack of the vapours, or whatever it is."
Jack reached down a be-ringed hand to pat her lightly on the cheek. She stirred, and her eyelids fluttered. Jack smiled as Elizabeth looked round, puzzled.
"Where?"
She sat up, only to collapse back down again.
"You're on the 'Pearl', luv."
"Oh."
Elizabeth seemed confused. Truth be told she was. She remembered seeing Will...No she couldn't think it. Looking to her right, she saw Will himself. He appeared to be asleep. Elizabeth looked up at the sky, re thinking her last thought. Will was here!
"Jack! What's he doing here?"
Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I may be a pirate, Lizzie, but I don't leave me friends hanging by their necks on some poncy Commodore's gallows, savvy?"
"Is he alive?"
Gibbs, who had been feeling for a pulse, looked non-plussed.
"Well, his 'eart's still goin'."
Shakily, Elizabeth knelt down beside the former blacksmith. He looked pale. There was a nasty red sore around his neck. She placed a hand over his mouth. She could feel a slight flow of air. He was just about breathing.
"You got any medical know how, Miss"
Elizabeth shrugged.
"A little."
"Right, well you can nurse the sick."
Elizabeth nodded, unsure. She had learnt basic care as a girl, but not how to care for people who'd been hung, and lived to tell the tale.
Jack and Gibbs hoisted Will up between them. They put him in Jack's cabin out the way of the bustle of the deck. He looked paler still. Jack looked down at his friend.
"You better pull through Will. I don't want to have lugged you all this way fer nothin'."
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Ok, well I forgot the disclaimer at the start. So here it is.
I don't own nothing. All right?
P.S. To all those Will Turner fans...HAHAHAHA
Heh hem...
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Chapter Twenty – Pulling Through
There was a shocked silence. The audience collectively drew breath. Elizabeth had covered her eyes. She wanted her father to put a loving arm round her. But of course he wasn't there, and never would be.
Commodore Norrington's mouth hung slightly agape. The surviving pirates stared in horror at the dangling corpse, quite forgetting where they were. For a brief second, criminals and citizens of Port Royale were united.
Loua shook her head. The image cleared. Sitting up in bed, she cursed Captain Jack Sparrow. The man refused to die.
Standing up, she stepped into the space between all the cabins. Tapping on the other doors to wake her sisters, she went out onto deck.
The morning was pleasant. Wrapping her cloak tighter, Loua wandered round her ship. The crew all stood a little away from her, looking on in awe. The men never tried anything with Loua or her sisters. It was un-thinkable. The sisters commanded their crew with a strange regime. Almost as though controlling their minds. The crew never argued, and mutiny was not an option they would even dream of.
Hani and Milla appeared, yawning. Loua pounced on her younger siblings.
"Do you know what I dreamed?"
They shook their heads.
"I dreamed, and saw Jack Sparrow, about to be hung. Yet he escaped! God knows how. That man is beyond belief."
"Not really?"
Angrily, Loua slapped Milla about the face.
"Yes, really! If you had done a proper job, he would be long dead!"
"How was I to know the girl would get in the way?"
"You weren't, but you should have tried another method. Like speaking mutinous things to the crew. Anything! Now we must kill him a different way, as he knows of us. And we still have Governor Swents' job to do!"
The younger sisters fell silent. It was a tricky situation. The man did seem incredibly difficult to get rid of. The Royal Navy had him in their grasp, and he still escaped the gallows.
Loua shooed her sisters away. She shut her eyes, and tried to recapture her dream. But like all dreams, it had gone. But why had the rope broken? It was puzzling indeed. Her dream had not shown her that. Once more cursing Jack, she opened her eyes. What of the still hanging body? Who had that been? It had been turned away from her, the face not in view.
Loua instructed the steersman to head once more for Port Royale. Then she retired to her cabin to think of another assassination attempt. Doubly difficult now that the target knew about it.
There was no movement for about three seconds. Then Jack sprang up onto the timbers with an energy he never knew he had. Drawing a knife, he slashed the rope. The unconscious or deceased body of Will Turner flopped pathetically onto the scaffold floor.
Ana-Maria grabbed his feet, and tugged him below the wood. Jack jumped back down underneath the floor as well. Between them, the two pirates hauled Will up, Jack at his head, Ana at his feet. They ran out from under the scaffold, followed by a slightly dazed crew.
No one except Elizabeth seemed to be sufficiently recovered to do anything. Indeed, all Elizabeth managed to do, was faint, and land almost with perfect timing in Gibbs' arms as he ran past. The podgy pirate muttered something about women being bad luck under his breath. However, knowing full well Jack would have him hung, drawn and quartered if he dropped the girl, he carried on running.
By the time the Navy had gathered their wits, the pirate crew and it's assorted others were halfway to the harbour. It was a strange looking procession. Jack, running backwards, with Ana telling him where to go, with Will between them. A madly squawking parrot was spurring a ramshackle pirate crew on. And bringing up the rear, a fat man, carrying an un- conscious governor's daughter.
Eventually, after much surprising of innocent civilians, the motley band fetched up at the harbour. The 'Black Pearl' was anchored alongside the 'Interceptor'. Jack started in that direction, but the way was suddenly blocked by several members of the Navy. They had been guarding the two ships.
"Ah, Gentleman!"
Jack turned to face them, forcing Ana round.
"What are you doin' here pirate?"
Jack looked round at his crew.
"Depends really. If you let us through, we escape quietly. If you don't, we stop to murder you before escaping quietly. What's it to be, lads?"
The guards stretched to their full height. They were the picture of courage and righteous defenders.
Jack sighed theatrically.
"I thought that's what you'd do. Men, charge!"
The crew surged past their captain and first mate. They bowled over the unsuspecting soldiers, who ended the scuffle in the waters below.
Jack and Ana heaved Will up once more, before hurrying onto their ship. Gibbs followed them, breathing heavily, and silently wondering if Elizabeth had got several weights in the bodice of her dress.
Jack and Ana deposited Will on the deck, before turning to raise the gangplank. Mr Cotton began to haul the anchor up, while Gibbs laid Elizabeth on the deck next to Will.
The shouts and horns of the approaching Navy galvanised the crew into action. Within moments, the 'Black Pearl' was moving out towards the ocean.
Once the crew were engrossed in escaping the angered Royal Navy, Jack left the wheel to Ana, before jumping down beside Will and Elizabeth.
He knew that he ought to be more worried about Will, the boy having been hung, if only for a few seconds. But he found that his concern lay with Elizabeth.
"Is she all right, Gibbs?"
"I should think so, Capt'n. Just had a' attack of the vapours, or whatever it is."
Jack reached down a be-ringed hand to pat her lightly on the cheek. She stirred, and her eyelids fluttered. Jack smiled as Elizabeth looked round, puzzled.
"Where?"
She sat up, only to collapse back down again.
"You're on the 'Pearl', luv."
"Oh."
Elizabeth seemed confused. Truth be told she was. She remembered seeing Will...No she couldn't think it. Looking to her right, she saw Will himself. He appeared to be asleep. Elizabeth looked up at the sky, re thinking her last thought. Will was here!
"Jack! What's he doing here?"
Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I may be a pirate, Lizzie, but I don't leave me friends hanging by their necks on some poncy Commodore's gallows, savvy?"
"Is he alive?"
Gibbs, who had been feeling for a pulse, looked non-plussed.
"Well, his 'eart's still goin'."
Shakily, Elizabeth knelt down beside the former blacksmith. He looked pale. There was a nasty red sore around his neck. She placed a hand over his mouth. She could feel a slight flow of air. He was just about breathing.
"You got any medical know how, Miss"
Elizabeth shrugged.
"A little."
"Right, well you can nurse the sick."
Elizabeth nodded, unsure. She had learnt basic care as a girl, but not how to care for people who'd been hung, and lived to tell the tale.
Jack and Gibbs hoisted Will up between them. They put him in Jack's cabin out the way of the bustle of the deck. He looked paler still. Jack looked down at his friend.
"You better pull through Will. I don't want to have lugged you all this way fer nothin'."
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Ok, well I forgot the disclaimer at the start. So here it is.
I don't own nothing. All right?
P.S. To all those Will Turner fans...HAHAHAHA
Heh hem...