A/N: Nyargh! Sorry, folks, that I haven't updated in a while. STUPID
SCHOOL!!! HIGH SCHOOL WILL DIE!!! YOU DIE AND GO TO HECK! But anyways . . .
Here is the . . . what chapter am I on?
Isabella Jynx: NINE, GOD DAMNIT! LEARN HOW TO COUNT!
Oh yeah! Nine! Chapter nine! And . . . whatever's nine in Spanish! I don't know!
Isabella Jynx: You idiot.
I know! But let's get down to business, shall we? I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. BUT I WISH I DID!!!
Isabella Jynx: Don't we all . . .
Shut up! Just read the chapter!
Isabella Jynx: Aye aye, captain
THAT'S RIGHT! I AM YOUR CAPTAIN! BOW DOWN TO ME!!!
Isabella Jynx: Oy vae . . .
Oh, and thank ye to all of my fabulous Reviewers so far! Love ya!
Isabella Jynx: Suck up . . .
WHAT WAS THAT?!
Isabella Jynx: Nothing . . .
Chapter 9:
The Black Pearl had been traveling on now with Norrington and a few of his men, much to Jack's distaste. How could Will and Elizabeth let THEM board his ship?! This would mean heavy scrubbing of the decks afterwards . . .
Jack sighed from his place at the wheel. The past two days sailing with them hadn't really been friendly . . . There was the one incident where Norrington had insisted that Elizabeth should be dropped off at the nearest safe town while they went after Barbossa, and that had caused a tantrum to build up between them all, especially Elizabeth, and they finally agreed that Elizabeth would stay. That had not been pretty.
His thoughts were interrupted by the Commodore himself coming to a stop next to Jack.
"Sparrow, I shall like to know when we are reaching our destination."
Jack's eye twitched, but Norrington talked on.
"Because this little boat trip is nice and all, but I am expected back in Port Royal-"
Jack interrupted him with clenched teeth. "We should get there in due time." Norrington nodded and promptly walked off. Jack sighed again, rubbing his aching temples. He called Anna-Maria over to take the wheel and walked down to his cabin.
Sitting on his bed, he held his head in his hands. Too many thoughts had been rushing through his mind . . .
Ever since Will had asked him about his father, Jack couldn't stop thinking about it. He remembered hearing that Bill had been sunk to Davey Jones' locker on the outskirts of Isle de Muerta . . .
~ * ~
Bootstrap Bill looked down into the murky depths of the water, its salty waves crashing into the sides of the ship. This was Jack's ship, but the crew whom they had the misfortune to 'trust' had planned a mutiny and left him to die on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere.
He, of course, had thought it wrong and wanted no part in it. He hadn't spoken up, though, when Jack was walking the plank, even though he wanted to. Jack had told him when he came to warn him distinctly not to; that it was no good having both of them dead. They had reached the Isle de Muerta without him, since he had given up the bearings to Barbossa, and there they had found the treasure of Cortez.
Had they believed the ancient curse that lay upon it? Did they give any heed to the warnings? No. So they spent the coins, trading them for food and drink and pleasurable company. But then something went wrong. The curse, they had found out soon enough, was real. They turned into horrific skeletons when the moonlight hit them . . .
Bill, of course, was cursed as well. But instead of handing over one of the only pieces he had, he sent one off to his son, Will, and proclaimed in front of the lot of them that they SHOULD be cursed, and REMAIN cursed. Enraged by this, they sailed back to the dreaded isle to finish him off.
He looked back up from the water and to Barbossa and the rest of the crew before him. They sneered and spat at him, pointing their swords threateningly. Barbossa chuckled.
"Well, Bill, ye made a big mistake. Now ye must pay for it, 'fraid to say."
The crew laughed. Bill narrowed his eyes. So I suppose I'm to walk the plank?" he asked.
Barbossa smirked. "Oh no, something MUCH worse . . ."
One member of the crew, Twigg, came forward and grabbed Bill, dragging him to the side of the ship. Bill's eyes widened as they began to tie a cannon ball to his bootstraps.
"Say goodbye, Bill . . ." Barbossa said as he pushed him off the side of the ship.
He made contact with the water, struggling to resurface, but the cannon tied to his boots was dragging him down deeper and deeper into the black oblivion of the sea . . .
~ * ~
Jack lifted his head out of his hands. Too many bad memories he needed to be rid of . . .
He stood up and made to go to the door, but he stopped short when cold steel met his throat.
A/N: Cliff! Ah, I'm so good at doin' that. AH! *hides behind table as readers throw rocks and tomatoes* ALRIGHT! I'M SORRY! PLEASE STOP! *readers cease fire as I rise from behind the table* Thank you! *one lone rocks meets contact with head* OW! Oy, who threw that?! Ellie! *Ellen whistles and points to whatica*
Argh! Anyways, please Review, mates! I thank all of you who have already, so without further to do, I am off! *grabs rope and swings out of room yelling: YE'LL NEVER CATCH ME, YE MANGY CADS!*
Isabella Jynx: *shakes head* She's crazy, seriously . . .
Isabella Jynx: NINE, GOD DAMNIT! LEARN HOW TO COUNT!
Oh yeah! Nine! Chapter nine! And . . . whatever's nine in Spanish! I don't know!
Isabella Jynx: You idiot.
I know! But let's get down to business, shall we? I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. BUT I WISH I DID!!!
Isabella Jynx: Don't we all . . .
Shut up! Just read the chapter!
Isabella Jynx: Aye aye, captain
THAT'S RIGHT! I AM YOUR CAPTAIN! BOW DOWN TO ME!!!
Isabella Jynx: Oy vae . . .
Oh, and thank ye to all of my fabulous Reviewers so far! Love ya!
Isabella Jynx: Suck up . . .
WHAT WAS THAT?!
Isabella Jynx: Nothing . . .
Chapter 9:
The Black Pearl had been traveling on now with Norrington and a few of his men, much to Jack's distaste. How could Will and Elizabeth let THEM board his ship?! This would mean heavy scrubbing of the decks afterwards . . .
Jack sighed from his place at the wheel. The past two days sailing with them hadn't really been friendly . . . There was the one incident where Norrington had insisted that Elizabeth should be dropped off at the nearest safe town while they went after Barbossa, and that had caused a tantrum to build up between them all, especially Elizabeth, and they finally agreed that Elizabeth would stay. That had not been pretty.
His thoughts were interrupted by the Commodore himself coming to a stop next to Jack.
"Sparrow, I shall like to know when we are reaching our destination."
Jack's eye twitched, but Norrington talked on.
"Because this little boat trip is nice and all, but I am expected back in Port Royal-"
Jack interrupted him with clenched teeth. "We should get there in due time." Norrington nodded and promptly walked off. Jack sighed again, rubbing his aching temples. He called Anna-Maria over to take the wheel and walked down to his cabin.
Sitting on his bed, he held his head in his hands. Too many thoughts had been rushing through his mind . . .
Ever since Will had asked him about his father, Jack couldn't stop thinking about it. He remembered hearing that Bill had been sunk to Davey Jones' locker on the outskirts of Isle de Muerta . . .
~ * ~
Bootstrap Bill looked down into the murky depths of the water, its salty waves crashing into the sides of the ship. This was Jack's ship, but the crew whom they had the misfortune to 'trust' had planned a mutiny and left him to die on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere.
He, of course, had thought it wrong and wanted no part in it. He hadn't spoken up, though, when Jack was walking the plank, even though he wanted to. Jack had told him when he came to warn him distinctly not to; that it was no good having both of them dead. They had reached the Isle de Muerta without him, since he had given up the bearings to Barbossa, and there they had found the treasure of Cortez.
Had they believed the ancient curse that lay upon it? Did they give any heed to the warnings? No. So they spent the coins, trading them for food and drink and pleasurable company. But then something went wrong. The curse, they had found out soon enough, was real. They turned into horrific skeletons when the moonlight hit them . . .
Bill, of course, was cursed as well. But instead of handing over one of the only pieces he had, he sent one off to his son, Will, and proclaimed in front of the lot of them that they SHOULD be cursed, and REMAIN cursed. Enraged by this, they sailed back to the dreaded isle to finish him off.
He looked back up from the water and to Barbossa and the rest of the crew before him. They sneered and spat at him, pointing their swords threateningly. Barbossa chuckled.
"Well, Bill, ye made a big mistake. Now ye must pay for it, 'fraid to say."
The crew laughed. Bill narrowed his eyes. So I suppose I'm to walk the plank?" he asked.
Barbossa smirked. "Oh no, something MUCH worse . . ."
One member of the crew, Twigg, came forward and grabbed Bill, dragging him to the side of the ship. Bill's eyes widened as they began to tie a cannon ball to his bootstraps.
"Say goodbye, Bill . . ." Barbossa said as he pushed him off the side of the ship.
He made contact with the water, struggling to resurface, but the cannon tied to his boots was dragging him down deeper and deeper into the black oblivion of the sea . . .
~ * ~
Jack lifted his head out of his hands. Too many bad memories he needed to be rid of . . .
He stood up and made to go to the door, but he stopped short when cold steel met his throat.
A/N: Cliff! Ah, I'm so good at doin' that. AH! *hides behind table as readers throw rocks and tomatoes* ALRIGHT! I'M SORRY! PLEASE STOP! *readers cease fire as I rise from behind the table* Thank you! *one lone rocks meets contact with head* OW! Oy, who threw that?! Ellie! *Ellen whistles and points to whatica*
Argh! Anyways, please Review, mates! I thank all of you who have already, so without further to do, I am off! *grabs rope and swings out of room yelling: YE'LL NEVER CATCH ME, YE MANGY CADS!*
Isabella Jynx: *shakes head* She's crazy, seriously . . .