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Chapter 2- A Slight Tribulation
Will and Elizabeth were still in shock. Jack Sparrow, their comrade in battle, had just presented something that was well out of the minds of the two lovers. They had actually almost forgotten about it. The mere memory of it was enough to send chills down their backs. Jack didn't seem to mind; he had a happy look about his face as he fiddled with the small object clumsily.
"I sense a disturbance," said Jack looking at the two befuddled faces staring back. "Is there something wrong?"
"You swashbuckling, irresponsible idiot!" shouted Will, storming up towards Jack, but Elizabeth ran up and held him back. "Why did you bring that back here?"
"Because," said Jack smoothly. "You left it with all of the treasure back at Barbossa's cave. I thought you might like to keep it. After all, it is yours."
"It only brings trouble!" shouted Will. "You know it always brings trouble!"
"Barbossa's crew went down with him, Will, you have nothing to worry about."
"Are you sure they're all dead?" said Will, raging with anger.
"Positive," replied Jack coolly. "How could they have possibly escaped? They all died on the ship that the commodore provided. It filled up with water and is never to be seen again. Don't worry about a thing. You are on your honeymoon, so you might as well enjoy it."
"Jack is right, Will," said Elizabeth calmly. "We are here, far away from the Caribbean, so just relax."
Will still looked very angry, his face all red and sweaty. But he knew that these people whom he loved were telling him the truth. Finally, he gave in. "All right," he agreed. "You're right. I just think that we should be cautious, that's all."
"You don't have to worry about that, mate," said Jack, grabbing a pistol from his pocket. "I brought extra swords and guns just in case we run into any. Say, you don't happen to have any rum, do you?"
"No, Jack, we don't," said Elizabeth. "But I do think I saw a bar in town."
A sudden felicitous and ecstatic look made its way across Jack's face. "Well, then," he said. "I'll just leave you two alone while I...uh...explore the place."
"Explore?" said Will. "Are you planning on staying with us?"
"Well," said Jack stupidly, "if you're inviting me."
"You can stay as long as you wish," said Elizabeth kindly.
"Thanks, mates," said Jack. "Now, back to what I was saying...oh yes, I am going to town, that's right." He scuttled away from the duality, over a bridge, which was directly above the lagoon, and towards the hotel in which Will and Elizabeth were staying. Past the hotel was the town.
"I didn't see any rum being sold in town," said Will.
"Neither did I," said Elizabeth. "That will take care of Jack for a couple of hours. Now, where were we?"
The two continued their smooching for a while, then decided to get cleaned up to go out into town.
Jack had searched the whole town for any signs of rum, but didn't have any luck. He also acquired many odd glances because of the strange getup he was wearing, complete with a broken compass, a fake eye-patch, a gun with one bullet left in it, and the medallion, which hung around his neck as if it were any ordinary necklace.
"Excuse me, mate," Jack said, as he passed a wealthy man wearing a blue pin-striped suit. "I am looking for a pub that boots up on rum and the ladies, savvy?"
"Ah, you'll be thinkin' of the Jumpin' Jupiter," said the man. "It's the most popular pub in town, full o' rum, just like you said; and ladies too... ah.. such fine ladies. It's at the end of town, straight that way."
He pointed in the direction that Jack had just come from.
Jack whipped around and started for the pub. He had already walked this way, but he didn't mind; he liked the town in which he was sauntering around. It was nice and cozy; it didn't seem like anything could go wrong here. The buildings were all small, old, and rusty. They were all brown, and they all had the same construction pattern. He especially liked the bosomy women. They were some of the best-looking bosoms he had seen in a long time. Finally, he found the pub.
The soft, silky feeling of the water that splashed onto Elizabeth's back was quite soothing. She was taking a bath, washing off all the rough sand that was carefully stuck to her body. Will was helping pour water on her back, and washing it with a wash rag. He did this just so; he had rough hands as a blacksmith, so he needed to fold the rag in such a way that Elizabeth would not feel his rough palms through the rag. She let out a complacent and content moan as he did so; a compliment to the blacksmith.
"Will," said Elizabeth in a voice as smooth as silk. "I've been thinking...about us, I mean..and I was wondering whether we made the right choice."
Will stopped rubbing at once. The look on his face showed shock and disappointment, although he would not let Elizabeth turn around to see. "Whether we made the right choice?" he repeated.
"Being so lenient with Jack, I mean," she said. Will tried to forge a smile, but it wouldn't come. He was disappointed with himself. He actually thought for a brief moment that Elizabeth was going to question their marriage. Whew, he thought.
"We are letting him roll all over our lives," she said. "I just think that he should give us some space. Do you agree?"
"Quite strongly," said Will. "I completely agree. Let's hurry up and find Jack to tell him the news before he plans on moving in with us."
The sun in the sky started to move closer and closer towards the horizon. A foggy, misty look suddenly came about the cove. A single black ship drifted in ever so quietly, swift as the wind. A black flag rustled in the cool breeze, a bright skull gleaming brightly. The name "Black Pearl 2" was engraved on the side.
Thank you for reading chapter 2 in this story. Chapter 3 will be up soon. Thanks for your patience!
They are all trademarks of the POTC movie. Please R+R!
Chapter 2- A Slight Tribulation
Will and Elizabeth were still in shock. Jack Sparrow, their comrade in battle, had just presented something that was well out of the minds of the two lovers. They had actually almost forgotten about it. The mere memory of it was enough to send chills down their backs. Jack didn't seem to mind; he had a happy look about his face as he fiddled with the small object clumsily.
"I sense a disturbance," said Jack looking at the two befuddled faces staring back. "Is there something wrong?"
"You swashbuckling, irresponsible idiot!" shouted Will, storming up towards Jack, but Elizabeth ran up and held him back. "Why did you bring that back here?"
"Because," said Jack smoothly. "You left it with all of the treasure back at Barbossa's cave. I thought you might like to keep it. After all, it is yours."
"It only brings trouble!" shouted Will. "You know it always brings trouble!"
"Barbossa's crew went down with him, Will, you have nothing to worry about."
"Are you sure they're all dead?" said Will, raging with anger.
"Positive," replied Jack coolly. "How could they have possibly escaped? They all died on the ship that the commodore provided. It filled up with water and is never to be seen again. Don't worry about a thing. You are on your honeymoon, so you might as well enjoy it."
"Jack is right, Will," said Elizabeth calmly. "We are here, far away from the Caribbean, so just relax."
Will still looked very angry, his face all red and sweaty. But he knew that these people whom he loved were telling him the truth. Finally, he gave in. "All right," he agreed. "You're right. I just think that we should be cautious, that's all."
"You don't have to worry about that, mate," said Jack, grabbing a pistol from his pocket. "I brought extra swords and guns just in case we run into any. Say, you don't happen to have any rum, do you?"
"No, Jack, we don't," said Elizabeth. "But I do think I saw a bar in town."
A sudden felicitous and ecstatic look made its way across Jack's face. "Well, then," he said. "I'll just leave you two alone while I...uh...explore the place."
"Explore?" said Will. "Are you planning on staying with us?"
"Well," said Jack stupidly, "if you're inviting me."
"You can stay as long as you wish," said Elizabeth kindly.
"Thanks, mates," said Jack. "Now, back to what I was saying...oh yes, I am going to town, that's right." He scuttled away from the duality, over a bridge, which was directly above the lagoon, and towards the hotel in which Will and Elizabeth were staying. Past the hotel was the town.
"I didn't see any rum being sold in town," said Will.
"Neither did I," said Elizabeth. "That will take care of Jack for a couple of hours. Now, where were we?"
The two continued their smooching for a while, then decided to get cleaned up to go out into town.
Jack had searched the whole town for any signs of rum, but didn't have any luck. He also acquired many odd glances because of the strange getup he was wearing, complete with a broken compass, a fake eye-patch, a gun with one bullet left in it, and the medallion, which hung around his neck as if it were any ordinary necklace.
"Excuse me, mate," Jack said, as he passed a wealthy man wearing a blue pin-striped suit. "I am looking for a pub that boots up on rum and the ladies, savvy?"
"Ah, you'll be thinkin' of the Jumpin' Jupiter," said the man. "It's the most popular pub in town, full o' rum, just like you said; and ladies too... ah.. such fine ladies. It's at the end of town, straight that way."
He pointed in the direction that Jack had just come from.
Jack whipped around and started for the pub. He had already walked this way, but he didn't mind; he liked the town in which he was sauntering around. It was nice and cozy; it didn't seem like anything could go wrong here. The buildings were all small, old, and rusty. They were all brown, and they all had the same construction pattern. He especially liked the bosomy women. They were some of the best-looking bosoms he had seen in a long time. Finally, he found the pub.
The soft, silky feeling of the water that splashed onto Elizabeth's back was quite soothing. She was taking a bath, washing off all the rough sand that was carefully stuck to her body. Will was helping pour water on her back, and washing it with a wash rag. He did this just so; he had rough hands as a blacksmith, so he needed to fold the rag in such a way that Elizabeth would not feel his rough palms through the rag. She let out a complacent and content moan as he did so; a compliment to the blacksmith.
"Will," said Elizabeth in a voice as smooth as silk. "I've been thinking...about us, I mean..and I was wondering whether we made the right choice."
Will stopped rubbing at once. The look on his face showed shock and disappointment, although he would not let Elizabeth turn around to see. "Whether we made the right choice?" he repeated.
"Being so lenient with Jack, I mean," she said. Will tried to forge a smile, but it wouldn't come. He was disappointed with himself. He actually thought for a brief moment that Elizabeth was going to question their marriage. Whew, he thought.
"We are letting him roll all over our lives," she said. "I just think that he should give us some space. Do you agree?"
"Quite strongly," said Will. "I completely agree. Let's hurry up and find Jack to tell him the news before he plans on moving in with us."
The sun in the sky started to move closer and closer towards the horizon. A foggy, misty look suddenly came about the cove. A single black ship drifted in ever so quietly, swift as the wind. A black flag rustled in the cool breeze, a bright skull gleaming brightly. The name "Black Pearl 2" was engraved on the side.
Thank you for reading chapter 2 in this story. Chapter 3 will be up soon. Thanks for your patience!