Disclaimer: I don't own PotC. I just like to torture the characters and give them a bit of a hard time, :S
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Reviews:
Orli*n*Keira: O you are REALLY going to kill me for this, *shakes head* I think, that maybe I should run now.........sheesh, Im not even sure I know what I am doing....NOT. Hehe, but you will not like the ending, I bet. Just try restrain yourself in the comment box and I will see what I can do ;)
Skyler: I was mean in that chapter! Im even worse in this one ;) Hehe, enjoy.
XD.
Kingleby: This chapter is pure evil, so maybe it will answer your questions.
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Oh, and yeah, uhh, bit of evil at the end of this chappie, as I mentioned, XD, don't hate me too much yet ;)
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That night Elizabeth didn't sleep at all. Instead, she paced the floor of her room from distress. The doors and windows had been locked up until the next morning, so she could not escape, but it was early morning, and she was beginning to get a sick feeling in her stomach again, and in panic, pounded hard on the door, desperate to get out of the room before she threw up. A sleepy, angry looking Governor Swann opened the door a few moments later, and went to lecture her on manners and how guests were sleeping, but she pushed past him, heading straight for the bathroom, heading straight for the toilet. When the Governor went to see what she was doing, and finding she was being sick, he frowned a little.
"It's no use worrying yourself sick, it will happen regardless of how you feel. He was caught committing acts of Piracy, and Commodore Norrington is only doing his job," He said in a diplomatic voice. All Elizabeth did was turn, and sent an icy glare in his direction, through tears that were streaming down her face.
"He didn't do anything," she spat, and the Governor jumped a little at her tone.
"We all know you are going to cover up for him, Elizabeth, after all, he is your husband," he retorted, "Now get back to bed, you will be attending the hanging later this morning, and we do not want to be late," He waited at the doorway for her, so he could take her back to her room, his arms folded over his chest.
"You're making me watch you hang him?!" She choked, "How can you do that to me?" she demanded, dropping her head into her hands where she sat on the tiled floor.
"It's for the best Elizabeth," he said sternly, "Why, now you will be free to marry the Commodore, you should consider yourself lucky for that,"
Elizabeth looked up sharply at this, and frowned at him.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she glared at him, and he wavered slightly.
"You should be wed to someone of your class, Elizabeth," he said in a warning tone to her, but she would have none of it.
"I do not love the commodore," she shot back, "I refuse to marry him,"
"Elizabeth, darling, it does not matter if you love him or not, it is a good match, and that is all that matters," he stated, "Now come to bed,"
Elizabeth wearily got to her feet, and trudged past her father, noticing he kept a sharp watch on her as he followed her down the hall, and she glared at him once more before she went into her room, and the door was locked behind her. After hearing her father walk down the hallway, she went to her bed, and cuddled up in the blankets, wrapping her arms around a pillow, and resting her head on it. Then she started to cry softly..
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Will woke up the next morning, not knowing where he was. He looked around at his surroundings, and frowned, realizing he was standing up. 'But how?' He wondered, frowning slightly. His head was still spinning, and he felt too weak to stand without support. He looked to his side, to see Jack, chained by his arms, so he was standing up against the wall, looking uncomfortable, and withdrawn from his surroundings. That would explain the dull ache that was burning in his arms and shoulders then, if he was suffering the same treatment. His neck also ached painfully, and the side of his face burned from the graze. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see there was blood all over the sleeve of his shirt, and some on his shoulder, and he winced. The graze must have been worse than he had originally thought. He could see a dim light pour into the murky depths of the cell, and guessed it must have been near morning. At least it would all be over soon. But Elizabeth- he would never see her again, and he was not allowed to say goodbye to her before the hanging. He sighed in defeat. There was no way he could get out of the chains that were binding him to the wall, not without help, and Jack was bound too. He could hear the bustle of the town as early risers got up, and his heart sunk to his feet as he thought of what was to come. He heard Jack stir to his side, and looked at the Pirate, who looked equally as defeated as himself.
"Yer finally up lad," he said in a somewhat depressed voice, "The Guards were worried they would have to drag you up to the gallows,"
"Im up," he said emotionlessly, "They will not have to,"
"Im sorry," Jack apologized, "We shouldn't have robbed that port while you two were around,"
"It's okay, Jack, you're a Pirate," he forced himself to smile a little, "You can't help yourself, im just worried about Elizabeth."
The pair fell silent, and Jack looked like he felt even worse, hanging his head, and leaning against the chains.
"Jack?" Will said again. The pirate looked up.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"Maybe this would be a good time to have our little talk about what happened on the island between you and Elizabeth. After all, we won't have to face each other for much longer,"
Will asked, smiling slightly, besides the circumstances.
"We didn't do nothing," Jack said, some of his normal carefreeness slipping back into his voice, "We just drunk Rum, and danced around a fire..........well, when we were dancing I was pretty sober, but....."
"You didn't do anything?" He asked.
"Well.......if you call drinking Rum till you pass out, and having a fight the next morning 'not doing anything' then I suppose no, we didn't," Jack smirked a little.
"You know what I mean Jack," he warned.
"Okay, Okay, I admit it," Jack said in a cautious voice, "I attempted to sleep with yer lass- but only a little- she wouldn't let me touch her after that,"
"You..........but Elizabeth said you were drunk?" Will frowned, "How do you remember?"
"Lad, I'd be a pretty pathetic drunk, if I couldn't remember things from the night before after how many years experience?" he asked, astounded.
"And then I take it she burned your Rum?" Will smirked.
"She burned it all! The food! The Shade! The RUM!" Jack protested, "What was I supposed to do, say everything was fine and dandy, and kiss and make up!"
"You were going to shoot her Jack!" Will laughed, despite the cold demeanour of the cell.
"Weelll.......Yes, I was thinking about it....but this was desperate measures," Jack complained, "I mean, this is my Rum we're talking about,"
"Yes, this is your Rum we're talking about," he agreed, stiffening as he heard the footsteps of the Commodore's men coming down the steps, but Jack had no time to reply before they flung open the cell door, and barged in, unlocking the shackles that held them upright to the wall. Will fell to the ground, his legs weak, and unable to support himself any longer, and then he felt a boot slam into his stomach, making him feel sick.
"Don't try anything," the guard snarled, and as Will doubled over, he felt one of them kick him in his back, winding him badly. He gasped for breath, and fell over, before he was pushed onto his back, and a cloth pushed against his neck to further stop his breathing. This made him struggle wildly, and he was only kicked again, knocking the little air he had managed to breathe from his lungs. Then his hands were bound tightly behind his back, his feet left unbound. From the struggles he could hear on the other side of the cell, he could tell that Jack was in a similar situation to him. He was then dragged painfully to his feet, and marched towards the door of the cell, being shoved hard through it.
"Commodore Norrington will not have you two escape this time," the Guard snarled.
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Elizabeth was panicking, her heart beating wildly as she was lead along behind her father, in a much too tight corset, and a dress that she had protested wearing the whole way. She watched as she walked around the stone wall at the gallows, seeing both Will and Jack being shoved roughly up to the platform, nooses cinched tightly around their necks.
"No!" She screamed, lunging forwards desperately, but the Commodore and one of his men restrained her, and pulled her back.
She then subdued somewhat, but she never heard the man read out the sentence for death. Elizabeth saw the Hangman tensing his hand to pull the trigger that would drop the platform, waiting for the commands. Running up to a small path, away from the commodore's men, she pulled the gun Will had given her on the island, from where she had tucked it in her dress. She cocked it centimeters from her head, and holding the trigger. Governor Swann and Commodore Norrington both ran to her, trying to make her lower the gun, when the platform was dropped, and both Jack and Will fell through, but this time there was no-one to help them.
The Commodore had nearly reached her when she pulled the trigger, and pain surged through her, and everything went black as she collapsed to the floor.
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Leaving you with a cliffie ;) And an Evil one at that.....Killed off my main characters..........Gah....I didn't think of that :S.......Uh oh....*runs off to think*
R/R pleese, next chapter up soon, k guys?