Okies!
Sorry I didn't update for ages. I am a baaad person. Busy on my other fic, BUT now...
Right, umm about the dagger whispering stuff. That is poetic license.
Also, to you Jacksrumrunner, you are the luckiest person alive. Secret Window? Damn you. You get to watch J.Depp for an hour and a bit. S'not fair... ;)
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Chapter Twenty-Eight – A Misunderstanding
Elizabeth swung across to the 'Black Pearl', eventually. It took several attempts. The men guffawed and shouted 'encouragement.'
Even so, no one appeared on the new ships deck. The Naval sailors milled about. Elizabeth didn't know what to do. She'd got here, and that was as far as her plan went. She drew her pistol, and wrenched open the main cabin door.
It was like being burned with perfect precision. A hot, aching, prickling line shot through his skin. The cold metal stung him; the ferocious tug that pulled it out agitated the wound further. Drawing on some hidden reserve of energy, Jack leapt upright. He was too shocked to think. Will Turner had stabbed him.
Admittedly, only in the shoulder. The boy looked too delirious to have aimed well. Even now, he sank to the floor, shivering in a cold sweat. The unreal looking dagger buried its handle in a gap in the wood, the blade pointing upward.
Jack gasped for a few needed breaths. Then, he stepped cautiously over to Will, one hand clamped over his shoulder, to stem the flow of blood.
"Will?"
A long, rattling breath was his answer. Will collapsed sideways, his face pale and waxy looking. His hands were shaking, and his eyes were held tight shut. Jack half fell, half knelt beside him. The blood was running down his arm, streaking his tanned skin with dark red. His head was still spinning with shock, although it might now be loss of blood. He was surprised, but he didn't feel angry.
"Will, why'd ye do that?"
No reply. Jack looked round for possible bandage material. Nothing. With some difficulty, he ripped his other shirtsleeve off, and tied it round his shoulder. It wasn't good, but it would have to do. Every movement of that arm felt like he was tearing skin.
"Will, I don't think you're well. Look, jus' try an sit up, right?"
Will groaned.
Jack could hear shouts above. The shouts of battle.
A pair of reflective white eyes had met Elizabeth. A sword had been pressed to her throat, and her crew surrounded by rough looking pirates. It hadn't gone well. In fact, it could have been disaster, unless Gillette hadn't swung across, slashed the nearest man with a sword, and yelled;
"Unhand Miss Swann, on the Commodore's orders!"
Now, chaos reigned. Everyone one was fighting everyone on the opposing side. Except Elizabeth, who was sneaking downward, into the familiar dark of the 'Pearl'. She could hear voices, muttering quietly. No, one voice, which she recognised.
"Jack?"
She peered round the doorframe. Jack was kneeling with his back to her. He turned awkwardly to look at her. His left shoulder was bound with a grubby white piece of material, which was rapidly turning red. He looked pale. In front of him, the limp form of Will Turner lay on the floor, shivering.
"What on earth? Jack, what happened to your arm?"
"Dunno, love. Will got a bit funny and had a go at stabbin' me. I think those women 'ave something to do with it. Mind fiddlin' or some such."
Jack gestured to the body of Will. Will moaned, and struggled to sit up. Elizabeth pulled him into a sitting position. The blacksmith gripped his head, before noticing the blood seeping down the pirates arm.
"Did I do that?"
"'fraid so."
"I didn't want to... It was that, that woman."
Jack nodded. He tried to push himself up, and winced at putting pressure on his arm. Elizabeth scrambled up after him.
"Where are you going?"
"Well, I take it you came to rescue me and Mr Turner, so I'm goin' to be rescued, savvy?"
"Well, yes. But, there's a battle up there! It'll be safer here. You can't do much with that arm."
"Then tis a good thing I fight with me right hand then!"
Jack set off up the stairs, only to be knocked down by Hani, rushing down the stairs. She stopped abruptly, as Jack hit the floor.
"Are you not dead yet!"
"Apparently not."
Hani looked frantically round the room. She wasn't quick enough to escape, however. Elizabeth grabbed at her overlarge sleeve, and there was a loud, ripping sound. Something fell out of a hidden pocket, landing right on the upturned dagger point in the floor.
The black jewel smashed. A thin, wailing sliced the air. The occupants of the brig clutched feebly at their ears, as sounds of screaming, crying, pain and suffering whistled through the ship.
It stopped abruptly. But the echoes resounded in the mind unpleasantly. Hani was not a one to be kept shocked for long. Heaving the dagger from the floor, she threw it hastily in the general direction of the friends. It missed the now standing Will by inches, and clanged on the cell bars, bouncing into the shocked fingers of Elizabeth Swann. Elizabeth threw it right back.
Hani let out a subdued yell, and tumbled onto the stairs, like a pile of laundry being dropped. The dagger glinted in her back.
There was a silence. Elizabeth was looking very pointedly at the dagger, breathing heavily. Jack sniffed, and said;
"Ahh, so 'that's' how you break the curse."
Another pause.
"What?"
"By breaking the jewel. Why else could she 'ave thrown it? Breaking the jewels lets 'em kill. Must remember that."
On deck, the opposing crews battled fiercely. Norrington was easily holding his own, however, there was now no sign of Miss Swann. He began to feel a nasty pang of suspicion start in his heart. He edged toward the stairs.
Loua stood, alone, in her cabin. She rubbed the dark gem with her thumb. It glistened. Swirling images, contorted over the rounded face of it's sinister front.
Somehow, there was a gap. One of her sisters' gems was, wrong. She could see Milla outside, parrying blades with the Navy. No, it was Hani. Fear quickened Loua's pace as she skirted round the door of her cabin, and down into the bowls of her ship.
Will felt much recovered after a few more moments. He couldn't meet Jack's gaze, but then he never could. Only now for a different reason. Elizabeth was subdued, and quiet. Only Jack seemed to be his usual self, completely unaware, it appeared, of their situation. There was the sound of footsteps, and a tall man in uniform suddenly joined them.
"Commodore?"
"Miss Swann! Why are you here, of all places?"
Norrington didn't give her chance to answer. He'd spotted Jack, and jabbed a sword to his throat in seconds. Jack raised his hands. It ached.
"Ah, I see you've already had a brush with my Navy?"
Norrington indicated Jack's shoulder.
"Er, no actually, Commodore. What you might call, a misunderstanding."
The stairs door banged. Loua stood in front of it. She had pulled the dagger from her sister, and now stood, eyes blazing, surveying the assembled people.
Will, who had had enough interviews with Loua to know never to let her speak first, ripped Norrington's sword from his hands, and darted at her. Elizabeth drew her saber, and pointed it unsteadily in Norrington's direction, carefully stepping between Jack and the Commodore.
Loua drew her sword. The harsh sound of metal on metal rung out. The complex footwork, and scything blows of swordplay began.
Elizabeth backed the unarmed Commodore into a cell. Jack, who upon realising he had no weapon to defend himself, took refuge behind a barrel. Elizabeth joined him, deciding that she was a lot more use if she stayed out of the way.
Will and Loua leaped and sidestepped all across the confined space, until they came to what Jack would describe as the opportune moment.
Will was next to the door. Loua had been forced back into the same cell as the Commodore. Her whirling blade caught him a gash on his arm. Not that Norrington noticed. He was running for the door. As were Jack and Elizabeth. Loua threw her dagger...
...He fell to the floor, dead. Will looked down, shocked. There was a second 'flump' noise. The other man lay on the floor as well. Blood loss, the blacksmith thought, definitely blood loss.
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Oh-er. Anyhow, review as always!
Sorry I didn't update for ages. I am a baaad person. Busy on my other fic, BUT now...
Right, umm about the dagger whispering stuff. That is poetic license.
Also, to you Jacksrumrunner, you are the luckiest person alive. Secret Window? Damn you. You get to watch J.Depp for an hour and a bit. S'not fair... ;)
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Chapter Twenty-Eight – A Misunderstanding
Elizabeth swung across to the 'Black Pearl', eventually. It took several attempts. The men guffawed and shouted 'encouragement.'
Even so, no one appeared on the new ships deck. The Naval sailors milled about. Elizabeth didn't know what to do. She'd got here, and that was as far as her plan went. She drew her pistol, and wrenched open the main cabin door.
It was like being burned with perfect precision. A hot, aching, prickling line shot through his skin. The cold metal stung him; the ferocious tug that pulled it out agitated the wound further. Drawing on some hidden reserve of energy, Jack leapt upright. He was too shocked to think. Will Turner had stabbed him.
Admittedly, only in the shoulder. The boy looked too delirious to have aimed well. Even now, he sank to the floor, shivering in a cold sweat. The unreal looking dagger buried its handle in a gap in the wood, the blade pointing upward.
Jack gasped for a few needed breaths. Then, he stepped cautiously over to Will, one hand clamped over his shoulder, to stem the flow of blood.
"Will?"
A long, rattling breath was his answer. Will collapsed sideways, his face pale and waxy looking. His hands were shaking, and his eyes were held tight shut. Jack half fell, half knelt beside him. The blood was running down his arm, streaking his tanned skin with dark red. His head was still spinning with shock, although it might now be loss of blood. He was surprised, but he didn't feel angry.
"Will, why'd ye do that?"
No reply. Jack looked round for possible bandage material. Nothing. With some difficulty, he ripped his other shirtsleeve off, and tied it round his shoulder. It wasn't good, but it would have to do. Every movement of that arm felt like he was tearing skin.
"Will, I don't think you're well. Look, jus' try an sit up, right?"
Will groaned.
Jack could hear shouts above. The shouts of battle.
A pair of reflective white eyes had met Elizabeth. A sword had been pressed to her throat, and her crew surrounded by rough looking pirates. It hadn't gone well. In fact, it could have been disaster, unless Gillette hadn't swung across, slashed the nearest man with a sword, and yelled;
"Unhand Miss Swann, on the Commodore's orders!"
Now, chaos reigned. Everyone one was fighting everyone on the opposing side. Except Elizabeth, who was sneaking downward, into the familiar dark of the 'Pearl'. She could hear voices, muttering quietly. No, one voice, which she recognised.
"Jack?"
She peered round the doorframe. Jack was kneeling with his back to her. He turned awkwardly to look at her. His left shoulder was bound with a grubby white piece of material, which was rapidly turning red. He looked pale. In front of him, the limp form of Will Turner lay on the floor, shivering.
"What on earth? Jack, what happened to your arm?"
"Dunno, love. Will got a bit funny and had a go at stabbin' me. I think those women 'ave something to do with it. Mind fiddlin' or some such."
Jack gestured to the body of Will. Will moaned, and struggled to sit up. Elizabeth pulled him into a sitting position. The blacksmith gripped his head, before noticing the blood seeping down the pirates arm.
"Did I do that?"
"'fraid so."
"I didn't want to... It was that, that woman."
Jack nodded. He tried to push himself up, and winced at putting pressure on his arm. Elizabeth scrambled up after him.
"Where are you going?"
"Well, I take it you came to rescue me and Mr Turner, so I'm goin' to be rescued, savvy?"
"Well, yes. But, there's a battle up there! It'll be safer here. You can't do much with that arm."
"Then tis a good thing I fight with me right hand then!"
Jack set off up the stairs, only to be knocked down by Hani, rushing down the stairs. She stopped abruptly, as Jack hit the floor.
"Are you not dead yet!"
"Apparently not."
Hani looked frantically round the room. She wasn't quick enough to escape, however. Elizabeth grabbed at her overlarge sleeve, and there was a loud, ripping sound. Something fell out of a hidden pocket, landing right on the upturned dagger point in the floor.
The black jewel smashed. A thin, wailing sliced the air. The occupants of the brig clutched feebly at their ears, as sounds of screaming, crying, pain and suffering whistled through the ship.
It stopped abruptly. But the echoes resounded in the mind unpleasantly. Hani was not a one to be kept shocked for long. Heaving the dagger from the floor, she threw it hastily in the general direction of the friends. It missed the now standing Will by inches, and clanged on the cell bars, bouncing into the shocked fingers of Elizabeth Swann. Elizabeth threw it right back.
Hani let out a subdued yell, and tumbled onto the stairs, like a pile of laundry being dropped. The dagger glinted in her back.
There was a silence. Elizabeth was looking very pointedly at the dagger, breathing heavily. Jack sniffed, and said;
"Ahh, so 'that's' how you break the curse."
Another pause.
"What?"
"By breaking the jewel. Why else could she 'ave thrown it? Breaking the jewels lets 'em kill. Must remember that."
On deck, the opposing crews battled fiercely. Norrington was easily holding his own, however, there was now no sign of Miss Swann. He began to feel a nasty pang of suspicion start in his heart. He edged toward the stairs.
Loua stood, alone, in her cabin. She rubbed the dark gem with her thumb. It glistened. Swirling images, contorted over the rounded face of it's sinister front.
Somehow, there was a gap. One of her sisters' gems was, wrong. She could see Milla outside, parrying blades with the Navy. No, it was Hani. Fear quickened Loua's pace as she skirted round the door of her cabin, and down into the bowls of her ship.
Will felt much recovered after a few more moments. He couldn't meet Jack's gaze, but then he never could. Only now for a different reason. Elizabeth was subdued, and quiet. Only Jack seemed to be his usual self, completely unaware, it appeared, of their situation. There was the sound of footsteps, and a tall man in uniform suddenly joined them.
"Commodore?"
"Miss Swann! Why are you here, of all places?"
Norrington didn't give her chance to answer. He'd spotted Jack, and jabbed a sword to his throat in seconds. Jack raised his hands. It ached.
"Ah, I see you've already had a brush with my Navy?"
Norrington indicated Jack's shoulder.
"Er, no actually, Commodore. What you might call, a misunderstanding."
The stairs door banged. Loua stood in front of it. She had pulled the dagger from her sister, and now stood, eyes blazing, surveying the assembled people.
Will, who had had enough interviews with Loua to know never to let her speak first, ripped Norrington's sword from his hands, and darted at her. Elizabeth drew her saber, and pointed it unsteadily in Norrington's direction, carefully stepping between Jack and the Commodore.
Loua drew her sword. The harsh sound of metal on metal rung out. The complex footwork, and scything blows of swordplay began.
Elizabeth backed the unarmed Commodore into a cell. Jack, who upon realising he had no weapon to defend himself, took refuge behind a barrel. Elizabeth joined him, deciding that she was a lot more use if she stayed out of the way.
Will and Loua leaped and sidestepped all across the confined space, until they came to what Jack would describe as the opportune moment.
Will was next to the door. Loua had been forced back into the same cell as the Commodore. Her whirling blade caught him a gash on his arm. Not that Norrington noticed. He was running for the door. As were Jack and Elizabeth. Loua threw her dagger...
...He fell to the floor, dead. Will looked down, shocked. There was a second 'flump' noise. The other man lay on the floor as well. Blood loss, the blacksmith thought, definitely blood loss.
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Oh-er. Anyhow, review as always!