Chapter Six: To the Rescue....? Please?
"Jus' to ease curiosity, mate, who'd ye get the bearings from?" Jack asked as he was being dragged along.
"That is none of your concern, now is it, Sparrow? Just stay quiet and move along."
"You checked 'em out, eh? You know it's an island that no one can find unless one's all ready been 'ere, eh?"
"But you seemed to find it nicely, hmm? I've heard about your daring escape from Commodore Norrington not long ago from Port Royal."
"Didja? An' you think I won' be doin' the same 'ere?"
"Will Turner is not in a place where he can help you. Nor will he be."
"An' you think I can't get outa 'ere all by me onesies?"
"I don't."
Jack frowned slightly. "You've another thing comin' then, mate."
"You might wish."
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Will was ready to swim the way to the shore by the time they reached the small island that the East India Company was using to hold Jack on. His mind had played through a dozen times over the different scenarios of what could happen, both good and bad. His mind wandered over to how Jack had been on board the Crimson Wave not too long before. Beaten, bloodied, half dying..... He didn't want to see his friend like that again.
"Ye'll do 'im no good if ye get caught before we get to 'im," Gibbs told the anxious blacksmith.
"I know, but we have to do something." Will tried to focus on the good scenario: They went in, found Jack and Ana Maria unharmed, and got out with out much of a fuss from the guards. He knew that was a dream that was very unlikely. Possible.... but not probable.
"Tha's what we're doin' 'ere, lad. Let's get movin', shall we?"
"Most certainly."
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Gibbs and Will were the only ones that came ashore. "Best to keep the party small," Will had advised, "so we have less of a chance of being seen."
"Looks like 'eir gettin' ready for somethin' big," Gibbs mumbled.
"Aye... We best hurry."
The duo made their way down into the dungeons, sneaking past sleeping guards and the such.
"Will? Gibbs?" The two of them turned to see a hand reaching out from behind the bars. "You daft fools, here!"
"Ana Maria!" Gibbs exclaimed in a hushed whisper.
"Aye," she answered. "Get me outa here! Jack's in trouble."
"And this is new?" Will deadpanned as he looked at the lock and glanced back at the sleeping guard not far from the cell. "These are the same kinds of cells as in Port Royal, but it makes noise to open them...."
"Well don' you two 'ave a gun or sword? You can fight."
"And let the entire world know we're here," Will pointed out.
"'eir goin' to 'ang Jack, idiot! We 'ave to get out now!"
"Hang him?"
"Aye."
Will looked down, mind reeling at the new information. "Right," he said after what seemed like ages and motioned for Gibbs to stand ready to fight as he moved a large wooden table to use as leverage. The door fell off and the guard stirred own the way. "He must be drunker than Mr. Brown," Will mumbled.
"More than likely," Ana answered.
"Lass, what 'appened to yer arm?" Gibbs asked, noticing the makeshift bandages around it.
Ana Maria snatched it back towards her. "They decided I needed a matchin' brand with Jack," she answered. "C'mon, we don' 'ave all day to save 'im."
The two men nodded, sneaking past the drunk, sleeping guard once more.
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Anderson smirked as he tightened the bonds around Jack's hands. "You know you'll die here today, don't you?"
"There's a possibility I'll die everyday."
Anderson's smirk turned into an evil grin as he pulled the noose around Jack's neck. "You've been through this before, haven't you, Jack?" He tightened the noose. "Short drop and a sudden stop, isn't that it?"
"Never killed me before," Jack answered with a grin.
"There's a first time for everything."
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Ana Maria and the two men rounded the corner with haste and Jack came into view. Ana's eyes widened as she realized they might be too late. "Stop!" she hollered without thinking. She watched as Anderson's eyes turned to meet hers.
"What are you doing here?" he growled.
"Not letting you hang my captain," she answered.
"Too bad."
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"Sir?" an officer called to Anderson. "There's another ship coming into bay. It has the flag of the British Navy on it... out of Port Royal. It looks like the Dauntless, sir."
Anderson growled something under his breath. "Take them," he answered his officer, nodding towards Ana Maria and the others. "I won't have them ruining this. And keep the Dauntless busy for just a couple of minutes." He looked back at Jack, a grin spreading across his features. "And here it ends." He kicked the stool out from under Jack and the pirate felt himself drop.
Jack braced himself, ready for the possible snapping sound that might follow. It didn't, but the choking feeling did. He couldn't breathe, couldn't really even hear what was going on around him. There was no sword below his feet to stand upon and he tried not to struggle and use up any air he might have left in his body.
He heard Ana Maria screaming his name, vaguely. Was the whelp there? It looked like him, but he couldn't be sure with everything spinning like it was. He felt his eyes closing shut and he could do nothing to stop them.
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Ana Maria watched in horror as Anderson kicked the stool out from under Jack's feet and her captain dropped. She was too far away to hear if his neck snapped or not, but she could see he was still alive. If they could get to him, that was a good sign. If they couldn't......
Officers from under Anderson's control stormed the area and grabbed at Will and Gibbs and Ana. The pirates and blacksmith fought with everything they had, but it wasn't enough. Ana finally got a good look at Jack. His eyes were closed. "JACK!!!"
"Look at tha'," one of the officers commented. "Looks like the commodore from Port Royal."
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A/N: Yay! Evil cliffhanger! Please R&R, as usual
LaVieSansAmour: My only reviewer for the last chapter, it would seem! Thanks very much! I'm sorry, I had to hang him.... It was all part of my plan for the story! But c'mon, he's Captain Jack Sparrow, you think I'd actually be able to kill him? Sorry it took me a couple days to get this one out. I went off and wrote a short story lol. Oh well, I'll try to get the next chapter out either some time today or early tomorrow.
"Jus' to ease curiosity, mate, who'd ye get the bearings from?" Jack asked as he was being dragged along.
"That is none of your concern, now is it, Sparrow? Just stay quiet and move along."
"You checked 'em out, eh? You know it's an island that no one can find unless one's all ready been 'ere, eh?"
"But you seemed to find it nicely, hmm? I've heard about your daring escape from Commodore Norrington not long ago from Port Royal."
"Didja? An' you think I won' be doin' the same 'ere?"
"Will Turner is not in a place where he can help you. Nor will he be."
"An' you think I can't get outa 'ere all by me onesies?"
"I don't."
Jack frowned slightly. "You've another thing comin' then, mate."
"You might wish."
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Will was ready to swim the way to the shore by the time they reached the small island that the East India Company was using to hold Jack on. His mind had played through a dozen times over the different scenarios of what could happen, both good and bad. His mind wandered over to how Jack had been on board the Crimson Wave not too long before. Beaten, bloodied, half dying..... He didn't want to see his friend like that again.
"Ye'll do 'im no good if ye get caught before we get to 'im," Gibbs told the anxious blacksmith.
"I know, but we have to do something." Will tried to focus on the good scenario: They went in, found Jack and Ana Maria unharmed, and got out with out much of a fuss from the guards. He knew that was a dream that was very unlikely. Possible.... but not probable.
"Tha's what we're doin' 'ere, lad. Let's get movin', shall we?"
"Most certainly."
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Gibbs and Will were the only ones that came ashore. "Best to keep the party small," Will had advised, "so we have less of a chance of being seen."
"Looks like 'eir gettin' ready for somethin' big," Gibbs mumbled.
"Aye... We best hurry."
The duo made their way down into the dungeons, sneaking past sleeping guards and the such.
"Will? Gibbs?" The two of them turned to see a hand reaching out from behind the bars. "You daft fools, here!"
"Ana Maria!" Gibbs exclaimed in a hushed whisper.
"Aye," she answered. "Get me outa here! Jack's in trouble."
"And this is new?" Will deadpanned as he looked at the lock and glanced back at the sleeping guard not far from the cell. "These are the same kinds of cells as in Port Royal, but it makes noise to open them...."
"Well don' you two 'ave a gun or sword? You can fight."
"And let the entire world know we're here," Will pointed out.
"'eir goin' to 'ang Jack, idiot! We 'ave to get out now!"
"Hang him?"
"Aye."
Will looked down, mind reeling at the new information. "Right," he said after what seemed like ages and motioned for Gibbs to stand ready to fight as he moved a large wooden table to use as leverage. The door fell off and the guard stirred own the way. "He must be drunker than Mr. Brown," Will mumbled.
"More than likely," Ana answered.
"Lass, what 'appened to yer arm?" Gibbs asked, noticing the makeshift bandages around it.
Ana Maria snatched it back towards her. "They decided I needed a matchin' brand with Jack," she answered. "C'mon, we don' 'ave all day to save 'im."
The two men nodded, sneaking past the drunk, sleeping guard once more.
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Anderson smirked as he tightened the bonds around Jack's hands. "You know you'll die here today, don't you?"
"There's a possibility I'll die everyday."
Anderson's smirk turned into an evil grin as he pulled the noose around Jack's neck. "You've been through this before, haven't you, Jack?" He tightened the noose. "Short drop and a sudden stop, isn't that it?"
"Never killed me before," Jack answered with a grin.
"There's a first time for everything."
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Ana Maria and the two men rounded the corner with haste and Jack came into view. Ana's eyes widened as she realized they might be too late. "Stop!" she hollered without thinking. She watched as Anderson's eyes turned to meet hers.
"What are you doing here?" he growled.
"Not letting you hang my captain," she answered.
"Too bad."
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"Sir?" an officer called to Anderson. "There's another ship coming into bay. It has the flag of the British Navy on it... out of Port Royal. It looks like the Dauntless, sir."
Anderson growled something under his breath. "Take them," he answered his officer, nodding towards Ana Maria and the others. "I won't have them ruining this. And keep the Dauntless busy for just a couple of minutes." He looked back at Jack, a grin spreading across his features. "And here it ends." He kicked the stool out from under Jack and the pirate felt himself drop.
Jack braced himself, ready for the possible snapping sound that might follow. It didn't, but the choking feeling did. He couldn't breathe, couldn't really even hear what was going on around him. There was no sword below his feet to stand upon and he tried not to struggle and use up any air he might have left in his body.
He heard Ana Maria screaming his name, vaguely. Was the whelp there? It looked like him, but he couldn't be sure with everything spinning like it was. He felt his eyes closing shut and he could do nothing to stop them.
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Ana Maria watched in horror as Anderson kicked the stool out from under Jack's feet and her captain dropped. She was too far away to hear if his neck snapped or not, but she could see he was still alive. If they could get to him, that was a good sign. If they couldn't......
Officers from under Anderson's control stormed the area and grabbed at Will and Gibbs and Ana. The pirates and blacksmith fought with everything they had, but it wasn't enough. Ana finally got a good look at Jack. His eyes were closed. "JACK!!!"
"Look at tha'," one of the officers commented. "Looks like the commodore from Port Royal."
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A/N: Yay! Evil cliffhanger! Please R&R, as usual
LaVieSansAmour: My only reviewer for the last chapter, it would seem! Thanks very much! I'm sorry, I had to hang him.... It was all part of my plan for the story! But c'mon, he's Captain Jack Sparrow, you think I'd actually be able to kill him? Sorry it took me a couple days to get this one out. I went off and wrote a short story lol. Oh well, I'll try to get the next chapter out either some time today or early tomorrow.