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Part three: Bloody Pirates!
Jack looked toward the center of the room. Irene took this moment of distraction to take of the bandana and trinkets and throw them into the fireplace. Jack didn't notice; Emily didn't either. Standing in the center of the aisle was Will.
"After all," Will continued, "I am the one that saved your life-twice." He continued. Every one was staring at him. Will looked right at Jack. "I wouldn't have recognized you." He said calmly. It was true, Jack didn't look a think like Will knew. Jack's hair was combed, neat, black, and tied back, the beard had been shaved to a neat goatee, his skin was white after they got the dirt off and the black liner that was used to block the sun was gone.
"Well," Jack began, "It's my wedding."
"Yes, well, of course it is," Will started, "you want to look good for weddings. But, still why wasn't I invited?"
"Because you are crazy. And if you had come I would have had to shoot you in the leg, a lady asked me to." Jack nodded to Elizabeth, who was fuming, her daughter was in her arms, crying. "After all, you did leave her and her daughter to die." Will's eyes flashed.
"Don't pretend that they care. You wedding day is to be your funeral." Will leveled a gun between Jack's eyes. Irene jumped from her seat, grabbed a corner of her dress swinging it in front of Will's eyes while jumping to the other side, so Will would shoot the dress and not her; and old trick she had learned. It worked and he shot the dress passing through and hitting the wall harmlessly. Irene smacked the back of his head to knock him off balance and the gun fell to the floor. Will spun around-sword in hand-and sliced Irene, shallowly, from one shoulder to the other one. Jack picked up Emily and ran out.
Will shouted a command and over one hundred and fifty pirates flooded the Hispaniola fighting Jack's crew. Will turned back to Irene, who had managed to draw a sword from a pirate. She attacked and their swords meant in a deafening clang, and again many times over as both ducked or parried the other's deadly blade. Will got a slice that ran down the length of his face- missing his eye, He swung his sword at her with lightning speed and she jumped back, but landed on her dress.
Irene's dress got tangled in her legs and she fell down-that had probably saved her life, Will's sword whistled not two inches from the top of her head. Irene kicked Will's stomach as hard as she could, buying her time enough to get up and rip the skirt of her dress, leaving her in her pantaloons(which are long-old fashioned underwear) and stockings(so there was actually no skin showing, save her hands and face and neck) Irene secretly thanked the Lord no regulars were around. No skin showing didn't matter, she was sword fighting in her underwear and they would have made her pay hell, pants were bad enough. She ducked another swing and lunged forward with all her force, hoping to drive Will back. Will caught the blow with a shower of sparks and they were one inch from each other's faces. Will's face was one of hate and rage. Irene sprang back and sliced across Will's chest drawing a long, thin line of blood. A battle cry erupted from his throat and he attacked again, relentless in the flurry of attacks, it was all Irene could do to deflect them, she didn't have time to strike at him.
Suddenly, her foot caught in the skirt lying on the floor and she fell backwards. Will lunged forward and stabbed her leg deeply, but missing her femoral artery. She cried and landed on her back. Will cutlass rested beneath her chin and under her throat.
"Don't make a move or I will kill you." He said calmly. "Where did they go?" he asked.
"You'll kill me anyway you damned fool. I won't betray them." Will pressed the tip against Irene's neck and a trail of blood welled up and flowed down her neck. Elizabeth screamed at Will, it was a cry of rage and hate. He looked up ate her, and Irene slapped the sword away and drove her heel up as hard as she could between the legs. There was a sickening crunch and he flew a few feet backwards, falling down, and she got to her feet and slammed her sword over his head, but he caught it with his own blade and threw her off giving him time to stand up.
Irene took a scant second to look around her. There was no way that she could win this fight. Will was crazed, he had nothing to loose, and he was fighting like the devil, and not even close to tiring. Irene charged with a battle cry of her own and knocked Will blade out of the way and slammed her shoulder into his chest and the both of them hurled into the railing of the ship, their swords falling over the edge. The wind changed direction. It was blowing from the North.
Irene took one glance to the clouds she had spotted earlier; the change of the wind was now bringing them straight to the ship. Will shoved Irene off of him and stood up, Irene quickly gained her feet. Will lunged at her and punched her nose, making blood stream down her face. Irene took the blow and grabbed a small knife that she kept in her bodice and stabbed Will in the shoulder, burring the small dagger up to the hilt. He screamed and she lunged at him again her shoulder slamming into him again, knocking both of them overboard. A splinter caught the bodice of Irene's dress and ripped it off leaving her in her corset and undershirt. Irene thanked God that undergarments were very heavy material that didn't turn transparent in water. Finally with an advantage of being able to move freely (her undershirt did go to the wrists, but it was very loose) she swam to the Black Pearl, where the rest of the Black Pearl's crew had successfully escaped to. Will grabbed her foot when she was a yard from the ship's black hull, and hulled her back.
Will shoved Irene's head under water, trying to drown her, but Irene grabbed the dagger still lodged in Will's should and twisted, making him let go in pain. He howled in anger and head butted her when she surfaced, floundering for air. Making her go under the water again. She resurfaced sputtering and Will wrapped his arms around her and swan under the ocean over ten feet. Irene's lungs burned for air as she kicked at Will, her movements made slow by the water, but they still stung when Will kicked back.
A line was thrown into the water and Irene kicked away from Will with both feet and swam toward it grabbing it with both hands. The person on the other end felt the rope get taught and pulled her up. She landed on the deck with a heavy thump and she turned over and vomited out sea water. Will surfaced near his ship, 'The Black Death' and ordered his men to come on board. Then the Hispaniola blew up. Irene hoped to God that Elizabeth, Jacques and Alexandria got out and were safe. And she hoped that Anna Maria had Jackaline; that was what Irene named the prostitutes baby: Jackaline Emily Nightingale Blackthorn. Anna Maria helped Irene to her feet.
"Elizabeth, Alexandria, Jacques and Jackaline are all onboard. Elizabeth is in hysterics and Sylvia had Alex and Jackie. I don't know where Jacques is." She said, already shortening the two babies names. Jacques jumped down from the ropes and started screaming at Irene, like he was chastising her for getting into trouble.
"Where is Emily and Jack?" Irene asked
"Already snogging in the captain's quarters." Anna replied. Irene rolled her eyes and sighed. She looked at the wreckage of the Hispaniola.
"What is Sylvia going to do?" Anna smiled.
"She's fine, she wants to join the crew, she says it's a blast." Irene grinned. Sylvia had spent too much time cooped up, and wasn't ready to go back. Anna Maria looked at Irene.
"I have some spare clothes if you would like to wear them. They are in my bunk."
"Thank you." Irene said, looking at her sopping underwear, "I appreciate it." She looked back over to Will's ship get small as the Black Pearl sped away from thee disaster. Irene looked over at the dark, potbellied clouds and knew they weren't out of danger yet.
Far from it
Part three: Bloody Pirates!
Jack looked toward the center of the room. Irene took this moment of distraction to take of the bandana and trinkets and throw them into the fireplace. Jack didn't notice; Emily didn't either. Standing in the center of the aisle was Will.
"After all," Will continued, "I am the one that saved your life-twice." He continued. Every one was staring at him. Will looked right at Jack. "I wouldn't have recognized you." He said calmly. It was true, Jack didn't look a think like Will knew. Jack's hair was combed, neat, black, and tied back, the beard had been shaved to a neat goatee, his skin was white after they got the dirt off and the black liner that was used to block the sun was gone.
"Well," Jack began, "It's my wedding."
"Yes, well, of course it is," Will started, "you want to look good for weddings. But, still why wasn't I invited?"
"Because you are crazy. And if you had come I would have had to shoot you in the leg, a lady asked me to." Jack nodded to Elizabeth, who was fuming, her daughter was in her arms, crying. "After all, you did leave her and her daughter to die." Will's eyes flashed.
"Don't pretend that they care. You wedding day is to be your funeral." Will leveled a gun between Jack's eyes. Irene jumped from her seat, grabbed a corner of her dress swinging it in front of Will's eyes while jumping to the other side, so Will would shoot the dress and not her; and old trick she had learned. It worked and he shot the dress passing through and hitting the wall harmlessly. Irene smacked the back of his head to knock him off balance and the gun fell to the floor. Will spun around-sword in hand-and sliced Irene, shallowly, from one shoulder to the other one. Jack picked up Emily and ran out.
Will shouted a command and over one hundred and fifty pirates flooded the Hispaniola fighting Jack's crew. Will turned back to Irene, who had managed to draw a sword from a pirate. She attacked and their swords meant in a deafening clang, and again many times over as both ducked or parried the other's deadly blade. Will got a slice that ran down the length of his face- missing his eye, He swung his sword at her with lightning speed and she jumped back, but landed on her dress.
Irene's dress got tangled in her legs and she fell down-that had probably saved her life, Will's sword whistled not two inches from the top of her head. Irene kicked Will's stomach as hard as she could, buying her time enough to get up and rip the skirt of her dress, leaving her in her pantaloons(which are long-old fashioned underwear) and stockings(so there was actually no skin showing, save her hands and face and neck) Irene secretly thanked the Lord no regulars were around. No skin showing didn't matter, she was sword fighting in her underwear and they would have made her pay hell, pants were bad enough. She ducked another swing and lunged forward with all her force, hoping to drive Will back. Will caught the blow with a shower of sparks and they were one inch from each other's faces. Will's face was one of hate and rage. Irene sprang back and sliced across Will's chest drawing a long, thin line of blood. A battle cry erupted from his throat and he attacked again, relentless in the flurry of attacks, it was all Irene could do to deflect them, she didn't have time to strike at him.
Suddenly, her foot caught in the skirt lying on the floor and she fell backwards. Will lunged forward and stabbed her leg deeply, but missing her femoral artery. She cried and landed on her back. Will cutlass rested beneath her chin and under her throat.
"Don't make a move or I will kill you." He said calmly. "Where did they go?" he asked.
"You'll kill me anyway you damned fool. I won't betray them." Will pressed the tip against Irene's neck and a trail of blood welled up and flowed down her neck. Elizabeth screamed at Will, it was a cry of rage and hate. He looked up ate her, and Irene slapped the sword away and drove her heel up as hard as she could between the legs. There was a sickening crunch and he flew a few feet backwards, falling down, and she got to her feet and slammed her sword over his head, but he caught it with his own blade and threw her off giving him time to stand up.
Irene took a scant second to look around her. There was no way that she could win this fight. Will was crazed, he had nothing to loose, and he was fighting like the devil, and not even close to tiring. Irene charged with a battle cry of her own and knocked Will blade out of the way and slammed her shoulder into his chest and the both of them hurled into the railing of the ship, their swords falling over the edge. The wind changed direction. It was blowing from the North.
Irene took one glance to the clouds she had spotted earlier; the change of the wind was now bringing them straight to the ship. Will shoved Irene off of him and stood up, Irene quickly gained her feet. Will lunged at her and punched her nose, making blood stream down her face. Irene took the blow and grabbed a small knife that she kept in her bodice and stabbed Will in the shoulder, burring the small dagger up to the hilt. He screamed and she lunged at him again her shoulder slamming into him again, knocking both of them overboard. A splinter caught the bodice of Irene's dress and ripped it off leaving her in her corset and undershirt. Irene thanked God that undergarments were very heavy material that didn't turn transparent in water. Finally with an advantage of being able to move freely (her undershirt did go to the wrists, but it was very loose) she swam to the Black Pearl, where the rest of the Black Pearl's crew had successfully escaped to. Will grabbed her foot when she was a yard from the ship's black hull, and hulled her back.
Will shoved Irene's head under water, trying to drown her, but Irene grabbed the dagger still lodged in Will's should and twisted, making him let go in pain. He howled in anger and head butted her when she surfaced, floundering for air. Making her go under the water again. She resurfaced sputtering and Will wrapped his arms around her and swan under the ocean over ten feet. Irene's lungs burned for air as she kicked at Will, her movements made slow by the water, but they still stung when Will kicked back.
A line was thrown into the water and Irene kicked away from Will with both feet and swam toward it grabbing it with both hands. The person on the other end felt the rope get taught and pulled her up. She landed on the deck with a heavy thump and she turned over and vomited out sea water. Will surfaced near his ship, 'The Black Death' and ordered his men to come on board. Then the Hispaniola blew up. Irene hoped to God that Elizabeth, Jacques and Alexandria got out and were safe. And she hoped that Anna Maria had Jackaline; that was what Irene named the prostitutes baby: Jackaline Emily Nightingale Blackthorn. Anna Maria helped Irene to her feet.
"Elizabeth, Alexandria, Jacques and Jackaline are all onboard. Elizabeth is in hysterics and Sylvia had Alex and Jackie. I don't know where Jacques is." She said, already shortening the two babies names. Jacques jumped down from the ropes and started screaming at Irene, like he was chastising her for getting into trouble.
"Where is Emily and Jack?" Irene asked
"Already snogging in the captain's quarters." Anna replied. Irene rolled her eyes and sighed. She looked at the wreckage of the Hispaniola.
"What is Sylvia going to do?" Anna smiled.
"She's fine, she wants to join the crew, she says it's a blast." Irene grinned. Sylvia had spent too much time cooped up, and wasn't ready to go back. Anna Maria looked at Irene.
"I have some spare clothes if you would like to wear them. They are in my bunk."
"Thank you." Irene said, looking at her sopping underwear, "I appreciate it." She looked back over to Will's ship get small as the Black Pearl sped away from thee disaster. Irene looked over at the dark, potbellied clouds and knew they weren't out of danger yet.
Far from it