Chapter 12 – Plavalaguna
Once more Lissandra stood on the battlement and called on the mobs to stop. But her voice was drowned out and the rioting only grew. Jack kept trying to think of a diversion to stop the fighting. But his mind was just as empty as Lissandra's and they had given up trying. There was nothing either of them could do.
'Hey! Sparrow! Maiden!' they heard voices running up from behind. It was the governor along with Mr. Merlin, the Navy captain they had captured earlier. When finally the slightly over-weight governor had reached them he said. 'Thank you Mr. Sparrow and...' he looked at Lissandra.
'Miss. Plavalaguna.' Answered she.
'Right!' Said the governor. 'Miss. Plavoga.' Lissandra laughed out loud. 'If you will.' He nodded at Lissandra and held out his hand. Lissandra took it willingly and followed him to the top of the city. There she called out in a high-pitched screech, which slowed everybody down, and then the governor yelled across the crowd. 'Miss. Plaviggo and I.' Lissandra held in her laugh. 'Have reached an accord. She has proven the fact that she is the heir of Essil, and therefore the representative of the pirates. She bares the thunderbird, and according to the documents that she has shown, you must obey her. We both agreed that you must stop this riot. Put down you weapons. And we will give you reason. Ms. Plavaenigma, if you will?' With this he pointed to Lissandra to take over.
'Sorry about the scream.' Lissandra said. 'This war was only taking place by Thomas Fiddle's actions. Just like any other servant of the Royal Navy, he wanted to see pirates gone. But this was a little different. He wanted to re-enact the war between Arolas and Essil, but with one slight difference; he wanted all of us dead. He did not do this for Bellport's citizens. He did not do this for Bellport's Navy. And he definitely did not do this for pirates. He created this riot for himself. He was counting on being the last man standing over a grave of pirates. No one would benefit from this except him. The citizens of Bellport would have lost lives; home's and loved ones. The pirates would have lost everything. But he'd be promoted, he'd be paid and he'd be respected. And for what, you ask? For causing mayhem and chaos. So once more I ask you: Put down you weapons, go to your ships and houses. And for gods sake get a goodnights sleep.'
At first all was silent. No one budged. It was Mr. Gibbs who first moved. He put away his gun and sword. A Navy officer followed, and soon everybody did the same. Lissandra breathed once more and turned to the governor.
'Thank you sir.' Said she.
'No. Thank you, Miss. Plavaicemo.' Lissandra giggled.
'You know, mate... sir.' Jack interrupted, 'I don't know what's happening to her. She used to be all depressed. And now...' He pointed at Lissandra. The governor cringed as he put his arm around him. 'She's smiling. Hell, she's even laughing.' Jack shook his head. Lissandra's smile only grew. She blushed and nodded once more at the governor in thanks and said goodbye.
'Wait!' He called after her. 'I think we should sign a new document.' They followed the governor into his office and rewrote an agreement saying that the thunderbird pendant had no more power of title. Jack was fiddling with various objects in the office, such as a miniature golden statue of a bird in flight, as it was Bellport's sign, which made the governor hurry to get rid of them. After it document was signed, they were escorted out of the magnificent office. 'Goodnight, Miss Plavalaguna and Mr. Sparrow.' Nodded the governor. Jack held out his hand,
The Black Pearl sailed away from Bellport and was swallowed by the dark night. Lissandra and Jack sat inside the warm, romantic cabin wrapped in blankets. They discussed the horrors of the past event and the emotions they held for eachother and drank a lot of rum, too much, in fact. And the night was forever lost to rum and sex. CENSORED.
Fin
Once again, this is dedicated to the friend I'll never forget, Lisa McKim, because she is crazy (in a good way), generous and most of all permanently
drunk (except for when she's not) and always there to enjoy every Drama class with me (AKA yelling at Asher). Always remember that a relationship
may die but memories last forever (and we have a lot of those).
Love from Emma 'Emmelyn' Ward
Once more Lissandra stood on the battlement and called on the mobs to stop. But her voice was drowned out and the rioting only grew. Jack kept trying to think of a diversion to stop the fighting. But his mind was just as empty as Lissandra's and they had given up trying. There was nothing either of them could do.
'Hey! Sparrow! Maiden!' they heard voices running up from behind. It was the governor along with Mr. Merlin, the Navy captain they had captured earlier. When finally the slightly over-weight governor had reached them he said. 'Thank you Mr. Sparrow and...' he looked at Lissandra.
'Miss. Plavalaguna.' Answered she.
'Right!' Said the governor. 'Miss. Plavoga.' Lissandra laughed out loud. 'If you will.' He nodded at Lissandra and held out his hand. Lissandra took it willingly and followed him to the top of the city. There she called out in a high-pitched screech, which slowed everybody down, and then the governor yelled across the crowd. 'Miss. Plaviggo and I.' Lissandra held in her laugh. 'Have reached an accord. She has proven the fact that she is the heir of Essil, and therefore the representative of the pirates. She bares the thunderbird, and according to the documents that she has shown, you must obey her. We both agreed that you must stop this riot. Put down you weapons. And we will give you reason. Ms. Plavaenigma, if you will?' With this he pointed to Lissandra to take over.
'Sorry about the scream.' Lissandra said. 'This war was only taking place by Thomas Fiddle's actions. Just like any other servant of the Royal Navy, he wanted to see pirates gone. But this was a little different. He wanted to re-enact the war between Arolas and Essil, but with one slight difference; he wanted all of us dead. He did not do this for Bellport's citizens. He did not do this for Bellport's Navy. And he definitely did not do this for pirates. He created this riot for himself. He was counting on being the last man standing over a grave of pirates. No one would benefit from this except him. The citizens of Bellport would have lost lives; home's and loved ones. The pirates would have lost everything. But he'd be promoted, he'd be paid and he'd be respected. And for what, you ask? For causing mayhem and chaos. So once more I ask you: Put down you weapons, go to your ships and houses. And for gods sake get a goodnights sleep.'
At first all was silent. No one budged. It was Mr. Gibbs who first moved. He put away his gun and sword. A Navy officer followed, and soon everybody did the same. Lissandra breathed once more and turned to the governor.
'Thank you sir.' Said she.
'No. Thank you, Miss. Plavaicemo.' Lissandra giggled.
'You know, mate... sir.' Jack interrupted, 'I don't know what's happening to her. She used to be all depressed. And now...' He pointed at Lissandra. The governor cringed as he put his arm around him. 'She's smiling. Hell, she's even laughing.' Jack shook his head. Lissandra's smile only grew. She blushed and nodded once more at the governor in thanks and said goodbye.
'Wait!' He called after her. 'I think we should sign a new document.' They followed the governor into his office and rewrote an agreement saying that the thunderbird pendant had no more power of title. Jack was fiddling with various objects in the office, such as a miniature golden statue of a bird in flight, as it was Bellport's sign, which made the governor hurry to get rid of them. After it document was signed, they were escorted out of the magnificent office. 'Goodnight, Miss Plavalaguna and Mr. Sparrow.' Nodded the governor. Jack held out his hand,
The Black Pearl sailed away from Bellport and was swallowed by the dark night. Lissandra and Jack sat inside the warm, romantic cabin wrapped in blankets. They discussed the horrors of the past event and the emotions they held for eachother and drank a lot of rum, too much, in fact. And the night was forever lost to rum and sex. CENSORED.
Fin
Once again, this is dedicated to the friend I'll never forget, Lisa McKim, because she is crazy (in a good way), generous and most of all permanently
drunk (except for when she's not) and always there to enjoy every Drama class with me (AKA yelling at Asher). Always remember that a relationship
may die but memories last forever (and we have a lot of those).
Love from Emma 'Emmelyn' Ward