Okies. You know the drill. This is a diddy one. I know. Just couldn't face
a long chappie.
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Chapter Twenty-Five – Captain Hart
Elizabeth hadn't been allowed into the brig. Damn Norrington. The two black ships were gone from view. It was getting too late to follow.
Eventually, she managed to sneak past the guards on one of the ships. She found Gibbs and Ana in the brig. No one else she knew was there. They looked at her, questioningly.
"What yer want lass?"
"You two. They've taken Will and Jack. Those assassins!"
Gibbs chewed a thumb reflectively. Elizabeth was surprised to see Ana look slightly worried.
"Really? What, you really sure, Lizzie?"
"Yes!"
Ana looked at the floor.
"Couldn't the four of us crew a small ship?"
Gibbs waved a hand frustratedly.
"We're in the brig! An' there ain't no ships small enough out there, either!"
"What about back in port! We could row to Tortuga, and steal a small fishing vessel!"
Gibbs and Ana stared at her. Eventually, Ana broke the silence.
"You're hangin' round Jack too much."
"What?"
"That sort of trick only works for people like 'im. Not people like us."
Elizabeth bashed her hand on the wall. The other pirates jumped, and looked at her as they would an annoying child.
"We have to try and help them!"
Gibbs rolled his eyes.
"The code, Lizz!"
Elizabeth's eyes turned to flint. She stepped back from the cell, turned in a huff, and marched right back up the stairs. Ana and Gibbs watched her leave.
"Ye daft idiot! Ye could'a gotten out!"
"Yeah! Fish brain!"
The derisory shout continued for some time. Gibbs looked sheepishly at Ana. But Ana wasn't paying attention. She secretly wanted to help Elizabeth. Help her brother.
Elizabeth went to her room. She searched for any leftover clothes, shirts and trousers mainly. Eventually, she dug up a Navy red coat, and some beige trousers. Hurriedly, she pulled them on. Then, she viewed herself in the mirror. A pair of scissors lay on the dressing table. Elizabeth raised them to her hair. Oh well.
Ten minutes later, a young soldier wandered onto the 'Swordfish'. It was a reformed pirate ship. His fellow Navy members were busily preparing it for sailing. There were comparatively few pirates in the brig, and not much cargo in the hold. A few less canons than was useful too, but it looked fast.
The young soldier cut the ropes connecting it to the other ships. He pushed the boards into the sea, and walked slowly up to the acting Captain. Pulling a pistol from his belt, he banged it hard on the back of the Captain's head. The man crumpled to the floor.
Hastily, the young soldier removed the Captain's hat, and placed it on his own head.
"Men! Ready the ship! We're sailing off!"
The men looked surprised, but complied quickly. The 'Swordfish' pulled away, and, under a nervous Captain's instructions, started after the 'Raven' and the 'Black Pearl'.
Commodore Norrington looked up from studying a map. He saw the 'Swordfish' heading out into the waves.
"Where does Captain Hart think he's going?"
Gillette shrugged.
"I couldn't say. Shall I send a ship to follow him?"
"Yes, this one. Inform the men. I shall go check on Miss Swann."
Gillette winked.
"Good luck, sir. May I offer my congratulations on the outcome?"
"Not yet, if you please. Never count your chickens, as they say."
Norrington knocked on Elizabeth's door. He would be waiting a long time.
On board the 'Swordfish', two rather feminine hands gripped the rough wheel. The delicate face turned toward the 'Dauntless'. 'Captain Hart' wondered how long 'he' had...
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Ok, once again. Anyone know Ana's surname???? Please this is important!!!
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Chapter Twenty-Five – Captain Hart
Elizabeth hadn't been allowed into the brig. Damn Norrington. The two black ships were gone from view. It was getting too late to follow.
Eventually, she managed to sneak past the guards on one of the ships. She found Gibbs and Ana in the brig. No one else she knew was there. They looked at her, questioningly.
"What yer want lass?"
"You two. They've taken Will and Jack. Those assassins!"
Gibbs chewed a thumb reflectively. Elizabeth was surprised to see Ana look slightly worried.
"Really? What, you really sure, Lizzie?"
"Yes!"
Ana looked at the floor.
"Couldn't the four of us crew a small ship?"
Gibbs waved a hand frustratedly.
"We're in the brig! An' there ain't no ships small enough out there, either!"
"What about back in port! We could row to Tortuga, and steal a small fishing vessel!"
Gibbs and Ana stared at her. Eventually, Ana broke the silence.
"You're hangin' round Jack too much."
"What?"
"That sort of trick only works for people like 'im. Not people like us."
Elizabeth bashed her hand on the wall. The other pirates jumped, and looked at her as they would an annoying child.
"We have to try and help them!"
Gibbs rolled his eyes.
"The code, Lizz!"
Elizabeth's eyes turned to flint. She stepped back from the cell, turned in a huff, and marched right back up the stairs. Ana and Gibbs watched her leave.
"Ye daft idiot! Ye could'a gotten out!"
"Yeah! Fish brain!"
The derisory shout continued for some time. Gibbs looked sheepishly at Ana. But Ana wasn't paying attention. She secretly wanted to help Elizabeth. Help her brother.
Elizabeth went to her room. She searched for any leftover clothes, shirts and trousers mainly. Eventually, she dug up a Navy red coat, and some beige trousers. Hurriedly, she pulled them on. Then, she viewed herself in the mirror. A pair of scissors lay on the dressing table. Elizabeth raised them to her hair. Oh well.
Ten minutes later, a young soldier wandered onto the 'Swordfish'. It was a reformed pirate ship. His fellow Navy members were busily preparing it for sailing. There were comparatively few pirates in the brig, and not much cargo in the hold. A few less canons than was useful too, but it looked fast.
The young soldier cut the ropes connecting it to the other ships. He pushed the boards into the sea, and walked slowly up to the acting Captain. Pulling a pistol from his belt, he banged it hard on the back of the Captain's head. The man crumpled to the floor.
Hastily, the young soldier removed the Captain's hat, and placed it on his own head.
"Men! Ready the ship! We're sailing off!"
The men looked surprised, but complied quickly. The 'Swordfish' pulled away, and, under a nervous Captain's instructions, started after the 'Raven' and the 'Black Pearl'.
Commodore Norrington looked up from studying a map. He saw the 'Swordfish' heading out into the waves.
"Where does Captain Hart think he's going?"
Gillette shrugged.
"I couldn't say. Shall I send a ship to follow him?"
"Yes, this one. Inform the men. I shall go check on Miss Swann."
Gillette winked.
"Good luck, sir. May I offer my congratulations on the outcome?"
"Not yet, if you please. Never count your chickens, as they say."
Norrington knocked on Elizabeth's door. He would be waiting a long time.
On board the 'Swordfish', two rather feminine hands gripped the rough wheel. The delicate face turned toward the 'Dauntless'. 'Captain Hart' wondered how long 'he' had...
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Ok, once again. Anyone know Ana's surname???? Please this is important!!!