A/N: Aha! Here's the 8th chapter! We finally found it! It's ours!!! Or . .
. Wait . . .
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Whatica: GOD DAMNIT! *smacks LOTRwolf*
Thanks, I needed that . . . Off in me own lil' world there . . .
Whatica: Aren't ye always?
SHUT UP!!! Anyways, read the chapter, or whatica will kill you with her stupidity!
Whatica: HEY!
What?
Whatica: I am not stupid, I am special! My mum told me that!
*under breath* Special Ed, you mean . . . But just read the chapter! *swipes at whatica with a broom*
Chapter 8:
Jack and Will looked out and saw a ship with British flags, waving in the breeze.
"Not again!" Jack growled as he tied a rope to the wheel to prevent the ship from going off-course. He jumped off of the railing onto the lower deck.
He took a spyglass from Gibbs and extended it, focusing it upon the on-coming vessel.
"No, it can't be . . ."
"What? What is it?" asked Will, stopping next to Jack after taking the longer way down the stairs to get to the deck.
"It's . . . Norrington . . ."
"What?!"
Elizabeth, coming over to her husband after hearing a military vessel was approaching the Pearl, leaned over the rail and gazed with wide eyes at the British ship.
"Oh no . . . Father must have sent him to look for us! After all, we did leave without a note or anything . . ."
"Oh, that's just dandy . . ."Jack mumbled sarcastically, pulling the spyglass away from his eye. He turned to his crew. "Run out the guns! Rotate Northeast directional!"
"No!" Elizabeth cried as she looked back to Jack. "No, please don't fire! I don't want any violence!"
Jack looked at her as if she had lost her mind.
"Just listen!" she continued, ignoring the look. "If we can somehow just get him onto the boat, then we could negotiate with him!"
"But- but-" stuttered Jack. "But- He tried to HANG me!"
"Jack, please!"
Jack looked at her pleading face, to the British ship coming ever closer, then back again. He let out an aggravated sigh.
"Fine!" he shouted, pushing the spyglass into Will's hands as he made his way back to the wheel. "Just as long as YOU persuade him to come aboard!"
* * *
"Commodore, we're gaining on the ship!" Norrington's assistant Gillette shouted from the stern of the boat.
"Good . . ." he muttered to himself. He had been out sailing the seas in search of Will and Elizabeth, strictly under the Governor's order, but in turn himself feeling a bit anxious for Elizabeth's safety. Perhaps the young blacksmith was finally getting to her.
He shook his head and looked out to the vessel just ahead of them. He was sure that he had seen it somewhere before . . . But where?
He then noticed a small figure on the side of the ship waving in the direction of their boat. It was waving its arms in the air over its head frantically.
He pulled out his spyglass and rested his gaze upon the figure.
"Elizabeth!" he exclaimed, putting down the spyglass. 'She must be in danger of some sort,' he thought desperately.
"Weigh anchor! Approach unknown ship on starboard side, and get ready to board!"
Gillette walked up to the Commodore and gave him a questioning look.
"That ship has what we've been searching for, Gillette," Norrington said in answer to his look. "They have Elizabeth . . ."
* * *
"Elizabeth, are you dancing or signaling to the ship?" Will asked his wife in an amused voice.
Elizabeth stopped her arm waving and looked at Will with a slightly cold stare. "And like you could do any better?"
Will raised his eyebrow, but inquired her odd signals no further. He looked to the approaching ship and saw that they were almost level to the Pearl, as men looked as if they were getting ready to board.
"Here they come!" he shouted to Jack at the helm.
The men swung off the ship, dangling from ropes tied to the mast, and landed with soft thuds on board the Pearl. One of them hurried over to where Elizabeth and Will were standing next to the railing.
"Elizabeth, Will, are you two alright?" Commodore Norrington asked them hastily.
"Commodore, we are just fine!" Elizabeth insisted. He stopped in his tracks.
"What?"
"Will and I are just fine, Jack took us aboard the Black Pearl so that we're not in any threat of Barbossa!"
Norrington looked at them oddly. "Has the salt air affected your senses?"
"Commodore, if I may make a statement?" Will asked in his polite ways. Norrington inclined his head.
"Well, you see, two years ago we thought that we had killed Barbossa, and his men, as they were hung in Port Royal."
The Commodore nodded his head once, remembering the fight upon the Dauntless between his men and the skeletal crew of Barbossa.
"But now, as you have heard from the rumors no doubt, Barbossa is alive again with a new crew."
"But that's impossible . . ."
"No, it ain't," interrupted Jack as he swaggered down from the wheel. He stopped next to Will and Elizabeth and looked coldly at the Commodore.
"Well, Jack Sparrow, we meet again . . ."
Jack inclined his head at the man. "Pleasure, no doubt . . ."
Will and Elizabeth looked from one to the other with worried expressions. Will cleared his throat.
"Yes, as you were saying?" said Norrington curtly, never looking away from Jack.
"Well, it is now possible . . . Barbossa is back with a new crew, and so we were heading to Isle de Muerta to find him."
The Commodore's eyes finally left Jack and ventured over to Will.
"And we need your help."
Jack looked at the young man incredulously.
"WHAT?!"
"He's right, Jack," stated Elizabeth. "We need all the help we can get. Who knows what Barbossa is capable of now?"
Jack looked from them to the Commodore. Apparently he was thinking along same lines: NO WAY.
"But- He- and- I- wait-" sputtered Jack, but Norrington saw the looks of anxiety on the couple's faces and gave in.
"Very well," he said a little reluctantly, putting his hand forward. "My men and I shall help."
Jack looked at his hand as if it were a viper. He already had had experience with this . . .
"Jack!" nudged Elizabeth. He sighed and hesitantly extended his own hand. He and the Commodore shook hands quickly and then removed them at once, never breaking eye contact. Will and Elizabeth thought that the rest of this trip was going to be a long one . . .
A/N: Woah, did ye see that coming? Well . . . I did . . . Because I'm the author, duh! Of course I know what's going to happen! But anyways, please send me Reviews! Must have Precious . . . I mean, Reviews . . .
*walls start closing in*
AHHH!!! IT'S A TRAP, RUN!!!
Whatica: GOD DAMNIT! *smacks LOTRwolf*
Thanks, I needed that . . . Off in me own lil' world there . . .
Whatica: Aren't ye always?
SHUT UP!!! Anyways, read the chapter, or whatica will kill you with her stupidity!
Whatica: HEY!
What?
Whatica: I am not stupid, I am special! My mum told me that!
*under breath* Special Ed, you mean . . . But just read the chapter! *swipes at whatica with a broom*
Chapter 8:
Jack and Will looked out and saw a ship with British flags, waving in the breeze.
"Not again!" Jack growled as he tied a rope to the wheel to prevent the ship from going off-course. He jumped off of the railing onto the lower deck.
He took a spyglass from Gibbs and extended it, focusing it upon the on-coming vessel.
"No, it can't be . . ."
"What? What is it?" asked Will, stopping next to Jack after taking the longer way down the stairs to get to the deck.
"It's . . . Norrington . . ."
"What?!"
Elizabeth, coming over to her husband after hearing a military vessel was approaching the Pearl, leaned over the rail and gazed with wide eyes at the British ship.
"Oh no . . . Father must have sent him to look for us! After all, we did leave without a note or anything . . ."
"Oh, that's just dandy . . ."Jack mumbled sarcastically, pulling the spyglass away from his eye. He turned to his crew. "Run out the guns! Rotate Northeast directional!"
"No!" Elizabeth cried as she looked back to Jack. "No, please don't fire! I don't want any violence!"
Jack looked at her as if she had lost her mind.
"Just listen!" she continued, ignoring the look. "If we can somehow just get him onto the boat, then we could negotiate with him!"
"But- but-" stuttered Jack. "But- He tried to HANG me!"
"Jack, please!"
Jack looked at her pleading face, to the British ship coming ever closer, then back again. He let out an aggravated sigh.
"Fine!" he shouted, pushing the spyglass into Will's hands as he made his way back to the wheel. "Just as long as YOU persuade him to come aboard!"
* * *
"Commodore, we're gaining on the ship!" Norrington's assistant Gillette shouted from the stern of the boat.
"Good . . ." he muttered to himself. He had been out sailing the seas in search of Will and Elizabeth, strictly under the Governor's order, but in turn himself feeling a bit anxious for Elizabeth's safety. Perhaps the young blacksmith was finally getting to her.
He shook his head and looked out to the vessel just ahead of them. He was sure that he had seen it somewhere before . . . But where?
He then noticed a small figure on the side of the ship waving in the direction of their boat. It was waving its arms in the air over its head frantically.
He pulled out his spyglass and rested his gaze upon the figure.
"Elizabeth!" he exclaimed, putting down the spyglass. 'She must be in danger of some sort,' he thought desperately.
"Weigh anchor! Approach unknown ship on starboard side, and get ready to board!"
Gillette walked up to the Commodore and gave him a questioning look.
"That ship has what we've been searching for, Gillette," Norrington said in answer to his look. "They have Elizabeth . . ."
* * *
"Elizabeth, are you dancing or signaling to the ship?" Will asked his wife in an amused voice.
Elizabeth stopped her arm waving and looked at Will with a slightly cold stare. "And like you could do any better?"
Will raised his eyebrow, but inquired her odd signals no further. He looked to the approaching ship and saw that they were almost level to the Pearl, as men looked as if they were getting ready to board.
"Here they come!" he shouted to Jack at the helm.
The men swung off the ship, dangling from ropes tied to the mast, and landed with soft thuds on board the Pearl. One of them hurried over to where Elizabeth and Will were standing next to the railing.
"Elizabeth, Will, are you two alright?" Commodore Norrington asked them hastily.
"Commodore, we are just fine!" Elizabeth insisted. He stopped in his tracks.
"What?"
"Will and I are just fine, Jack took us aboard the Black Pearl so that we're not in any threat of Barbossa!"
Norrington looked at them oddly. "Has the salt air affected your senses?"
"Commodore, if I may make a statement?" Will asked in his polite ways. Norrington inclined his head.
"Well, you see, two years ago we thought that we had killed Barbossa, and his men, as they were hung in Port Royal."
The Commodore nodded his head once, remembering the fight upon the Dauntless between his men and the skeletal crew of Barbossa.
"But now, as you have heard from the rumors no doubt, Barbossa is alive again with a new crew."
"But that's impossible . . ."
"No, it ain't," interrupted Jack as he swaggered down from the wheel. He stopped next to Will and Elizabeth and looked coldly at the Commodore.
"Well, Jack Sparrow, we meet again . . ."
Jack inclined his head at the man. "Pleasure, no doubt . . ."
Will and Elizabeth looked from one to the other with worried expressions. Will cleared his throat.
"Yes, as you were saying?" said Norrington curtly, never looking away from Jack.
"Well, it is now possible . . . Barbossa is back with a new crew, and so we were heading to Isle de Muerta to find him."
The Commodore's eyes finally left Jack and ventured over to Will.
"And we need your help."
Jack looked at the young man incredulously.
"WHAT?!"
"He's right, Jack," stated Elizabeth. "We need all the help we can get. Who knows what Barbossa is capable of now?"
Jack looked from them to the Commodore. Apparently he was thinking along same lines: NO WAY.
"But- He- and- I- wait-" sputtered Jack, but Norrington saw the looks of anxiety on the couple's faces and gave in.
"Very well," he said a little reluctantly, putting his hand forward. "My men and I shall help."
Jack looked at his hand as if it were a viper. He already had had experience with this . . .
"Jack!" nudged Elizabeth. He sighed and hesitantly extended his own hand. He and the Commodore shook hands quickly and then removed them at once, never breaking eye contact. Will and Elizabeth thought that the rest of this trip was going to be a long one . . .
A/N: Woah, did ye see that coming? Well . . . I did . . . Because I'm the author, duh! Of course I know what's going to happen! But anyways, please send me Reviews! Must have Precious . . . I mean, Reviews . . .