I don't own any of these characters…but I DO wish I owned Orlando Bloom…or Will Turner…or Johnny Depp…or Captain Jack Sparrow… *-* Ha….me and Jack Sparrow…I can just imagine the looks I'd get from all my friends…and it'd be worth every second….
A/N: This is an alternate ending to the movie- I'm sure that if you read the preceding chapters, you'll know what's been going on and whatnot….Savvy?*-*
A/N #2: This is the chapter you wanted…and I'm giving it to you…Savvy?
A/N #3: School is STILL a fucking killer (sorry for the language…)… I really think that they make us go to torture us, just cuz they had to go….. . But yeah, anyways…. I hope you like this chapter…. And yeah…. This chapter is LONG!!!! Ya hear that? LONG, LONG, LONG, LONG!!!! And to quote dear Sean Biggerstaff… It's "Longer and harder…" *-* I love that… But yeah….
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A/N #5: Hey all! Writer's block…. Still…. Though I'm not quite sure…. Cuz these days I'm just trying to get some sleep… so maybe it's exhaustion…. Anyways, I hope that you like this chapter…. It's taken me forever, and I really want your feedback on it as soon as you possibly can, savvy?
A/N #6: (Sorry…. Last one…) Anyone who has emailed me about posting this story on another site, or RPGs, or whatever….. please, please, please, email me again and I'll be sure to get back to you!
Previously, on Defeat:
"Why?!" she thought furiously, nearly saying it out loud as well. "Why does life have to be this way?"
It turned out that Jack answered that very question for her, and this wasn't the first time. That was back on the island… when the circumstances had been so different.
"Too long!" Bo'sun yelled as he stomped his boot onto the back of the plank, making a scantily clad Elizabeth plunge into the sea. The water hit her and she was forced under its steady waves, taking away her short supply of oxygen. Quickly, she used her amateur swimming skills to reach the top of the water again, and wade away from the Pearl. From further out, she could see Jack being forced onto the plank; swords and pistols pointed at him from every direction on the ship.
"I'd rather hoped we'd passed all this," Jack said hopefully; he didn't want to go through this ordeal again.
"Jack, did ye not notice? This be the same little island we made ye gov'ner of on our last trip," Barbossa said condescendingly, putting an arm around Jack's shoulder.
Jack nodded slightly as he replied to his former first mate, "I did notice…"
Barbossa leaned in closer to Jack, his putrid breath wafting into the air around them, making Jack's stomach roil in disgust, though he didn't show it. "Then perhaps ye'll be able to conjure up another miraculous escape…" He paused for a second, "But I doubt it," and he unsheathed his sword, brandishing it at Jack's unprotected throat.
Jack looked at the blade a little warily as he started to back up on the plank… he was running out of ideas. Still keeping away from the pointed tip of Barbossa's sword, he said, "Last time, you left me a pistol with one shot."
The cogs turned in Barbossa's head, and finally they stopped, at a consensus, "By the powers, you're right. Where be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward!" One of the crewmen brought forth Jack's effects, as he had been holding them, prepared to claim ownership on them if the occasion should arise. Today would not be that day.
Into Jack's head sprang a new idea, "Seeing as there's two of us… A gentleman would give us a pair of pistols…"
Barbossa silently commended Jack for trying to get another pistol out of him, but that wasn't going to work, he was smarter than that… "It'll be one pistol as before, and ye can be the gentleman an' shoot the lady and starve to death yerself." With that, he flung Jack's things overboard.
Jack watched Barbossa toss his effects off the boat with baited breath; it seemed as if they hung in the air for a moment, mocking him before they became immersed in the water. He had to react fast or else he'd never get any of his effects and they'd be lost to the sea forever. Inside he held fury and contempt, and his face simply showed annoyance as he looked at Barbossa and dove into the water.
The seawater would have hit him hard, but he had dove into it with the expertise of a dolphin, his body slim and the water streamlining around him. Jack opened his eyes to see where his pistol, sword, and compass were sinking off to; and the moment he revealed his unprotected eyes to the salty waters of the Caribbean, they were on fire. Granted, he had been under the aquamarine ocean with his eyes open, but never did he get used to the continual sting that the water seemed so content to give his eyes. Quickly, he pursued the weapons and no sooner did they land on a rock, did he grab them and pushed off the very same rock to make a start for the surface. His air supply was running low and exerting this much effort, and swimming with bound wrists was wearing him out. Jack's eyes were closed yet again when he reached the surface, it was better to endure what you had to and no more, there was no reason to open them, he knew which way was up to the sweet air that his body needed. He took in a deep breath of air as he broke through. Jack worked on steadying his breathing while treading around in circles, looking for a sign of Elizabeth. She would take this damn rope off of him…
And he found her, to his left and only a few yards away. "Come 'ere!" he shouted to her, though not so loudly those about the Pearl heard.
Elizabeth whirled around when she heard Jack's voice; she had seen him dive in, but after his long absence, she though the worst had happened. Apparently not.
"What is it?" she asked a bit coldly to him as she, too, tread the waves with some difficulty in her dress.
Jack let out a breath of air through a grin that reflected and danced on the water around him, "I need ya to untie me luv, otherwise, we're both going ta drown out here." He sounded very matter-of-fact, which contradicted his easy-going smile. Jack cocked an eyebrow at her, "Are ya coming?"
Elizabeth looked at him skeptically, "What makes you think that I can swim over to you?"
Jack was incredulous, "The fact that ya don't have these," he brought up his hands, "bound. You're free ta move about as ya please and I can't. I happen to see a grand opportunity here," he was beginning to become facetious, "You help me get free, and I help you get to that island and we'll go from there, savvy?"
"All right, but the only problem is, is that I'm in a dress," she paused to catch her breath, treading with her skirts getting caught and talking at the same time was not ideal for her. "A dress hinders me quite a bit. I'd be half way to that island if I didn't have this dress on. So…"
"Fine, if ya want ta drown, be my guest," Jack said nonchalantly, still treading the water.
Elizabeth was about to retort once again, but found herself growing tired of trying to stay afloat with her dress billowing about. If she didn't swim over to him now, she really didn't think she ever would, so she was on her way. After much spluttering and splashing about, Elizabeth finally made it to Jack. It was so hard to swim in this… Granted, it was hard for her to swim in anything.
"Ahh – ya made it," Jack said freshly as she got within reach of him, "that wasn't so bad. Now, just untie me and we'll be on our way, savvy?"
"Don't command me like that! You know, I could just choose to not help you. I got here, I think I can make it to that island," she replied indignantly, just before slipping under the crystal-blue waves. A moment later, she resurfaced, coughing a little, and her cheeks reddening to the color of poppies in the springtime.
"I don't think so luv… You all right? Anyways, can you please untie me? I'd be much obliged," Jack's voice was full of sarcasm.
Elizabeth glared at him as she reached for his now outstretched hands. Her fingers nimbly untangled the knots on Jack's rope and he was free. "All right, let's go," Jack said in mock cheer after the rope fell from his wrists. He grabbed it and then grabbed Elizabeth.
The swim to the island was not as terrible as Elizabeth had imagined it would be. In fact, it wasn't bad at all, with Jack leading her and helping her along, it was almost decent, if not for the circumstances. Finally, they reached a point where they were able to walk through on the sandy ocean floor, and Elizabeth took advantage of the opportunity to get herself onto dry land as soon as she could. Jack on the other hand, came up to the island more slowly and as he reached the shore of his island, he threw the rope he had been holding aside. As it hit the white, powdery sand, he said sadly, "That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship." Jack was squinting his dark chocolate eyes in the direction of the Black Pearl; he could almost feel tears welling up in the corners of his eyes… almost. He sighed silently and turned his body away from the sight of his love sailing away, then he walked a few meters on shore and began collecting pieces of driftwood and branches.
Elizabeth had been watching the Peal fade out of sight, and she, too, was almost driven to tears, but not quite. No, not while Jack was here. Sullenly, she mourned for Will as the silhouette of the Black Pearl grew smaller and smaller, until she heard a loud noise.
The loud noise came from her left, where Jack was; he had gathered his fill of driftwood and was now poking them into the ground, as if to make a sad garden of the dead pieces of trees. Elizabeth looked at him in curiosity, frowning a bit and cocking her head a little, like one at an art museum, trying to figure out the meaning behind a painting. No such luck there. "What on earth are you doing?" she asked a bit incredulously.
Jack stopped immediately at the sound of her voice; he hadn't taken any notice of her since they reached the island. He turned his head and looked at her as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. And at that exact moment, the stick he had been in the process of poking into the sand fell over, hitting a different, more stable stick, and with that, Jack's attention was once again given wholly to making his pathetic garden.
Elizabeth was still frowning as he directed his interest away from her. She stood there, watching him for a moment, in awe, and decided to go on a walk. Yes, a walk; it would help her burn off some steam, some emotions, and it would kill some time. Besides, what else was there to do? Stand here and watch something she didn't quite understand? Elizabeth opened her mouth to tell Jack her intentions, but she ended up closing it once again without a word to Jack. What would he care? And why would she need to tell him? Rolling her eyes at herself, she set off along the beach just above where the sand met the tide, walking towards the sunny horizon.
Jack finally put the last piece of wood in the sand and stood back, looking at his creation, quite contented with it, he sat down on the beach, facing the ocean, and began taking off his boots.
Elizabeth walked in a crooked path on the white sand, warm beneath her feet. As she made her way towards the horizon, she couldn't take her mind off of Will. What was happening to him right now? She honestly couldn't imagine, and she almost didn't want to. Painful sorrow coursed through her body as she thought of Will. Really though, what had caused him to sacrifice himself for her like that? "Honor?" she thought to herself. "No, Will has honor; he knows that. And he knows that I know. Why? What would possess Will to do this?" She kept wondering sadly to herself as she went on wandering down the coastline.
While Elizabeth explored the beach, Jack had sat down and started playing with his effects. He had unsheathed his sword, letting it dry on the warm sand next to its sheath. Jack had also taken his compass out, sitting it out, open, near his sword, to dry as well. And now was as fine a time as any to be fiddling around with his pistol.
Jack blew on the gun softly and rolled the one bullet out of the barrel, inspecting it in the sparkling sunlight. As Jack twiddled with the bullet between his tanned and expert fingers, Elizabeth came walking up the other side of the beach; opposite of the way she had started off. She paused for a moment, staring ahead at her meandering footsteps ahead of her. It really hadn't been all that long ago when she began her walk to encompass the island, and look, now she was done. "Some mind-cleansing get away that was," she thought somewhat bitterly as she went to finish her little trek.
Jack looked up as he heard the soft crunching of sand clash with the sound of the tide washing the shores of the island with its salty brine. "It's really not all that big, is it?" he asked he rhetorically.
Elizabeth gulped softly as she saw him fiddling with the gun; the small lead ball dancing along the pads of his fingers, almost mocking her. Why was he doing this? Was it a sick joke before he would kill her? But then again… what would the point in killing her? None whatsoever, so she decided to be blunt and ask him outrightly. She knew she'd never be able to figure out the endless maze of thoughts that was Jack's mind; she would get lost, or come to a dead end. And it would be near impossible to actually figure out the inner working of Jack's mind: the end of the maze. "If you're going to shoot me, please do so without delay," Elizabeth said, leaving no room for squirming about in her voice.
She was so direct and straightforward, and not to mention, random in her question, that Jack couldn't help but be taken aback by it. Why on earth out he want to kill her? Not when she could be used for ransom when they got off the island… or just used on the island. "Is there a problem between us Miss Swann?"
Elizabeth wasn't going to hunker down and hold in anything, she was going to speak her mind like she almost always did, "You were going to tell Barbossa about Will in exchange for a ship," she accused him, emphasizing the last word as if it were evil and cruel.
Jack gestured around at the open water as he said, "Well, we could use ship," sarcasm very evident voice, but then it grew more serious. "The fact is I was going to not tell Barbossa about bloody Will in exchange for a ship, because as long as he didn't know about bloody Will, I had something to bargain with… Which now no one has, thanks to bloody stupid Will," by the end, Jack was starting to sound rather bitter as he made it audibly clear to himself, and to his disdain, Elizabeth as well, how badly his plan had gone over. Embittered and slightly angry, Jack stood up.
"Oh," Elizabeth exclaimed softly as she realized what Jack had been meaning to do all along.
"Oh," parroted Jack, getting more visibly angry with every word Elizabeth said. He put his pistol into his sash.
"He still risked his life to save ours," she said defensively, she wasn't going to let Jack forget that detail.
"Ha!" Jack cried scathingly. He turned and started inland.
Elizabeth followed Jack in close pursuit, "So we have to do something to rescue him!" she called out, still fighting to save Will.
Jack halted immediately and whipped around to face Elizabeth. He smiled nastily, "Off you go then! Let me know how that turns out," and with that smart remark, he whipped around once again and continued on his way into the tree.
Elizabeth paused for a moment in wonder at his freshness. Was he not going to help Will, or at least try, after he saved his life? With a short huff, she began following Jack again, quickly gaining on him "But you were marooned on this island before, so we can escape in the same way you did then."
Jack whirled around again, seething with annoyance, his eyes flaming, "To what point and purpose, young missy? The Black Pearl is gone, and unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice… unlikely…" he looked her over, as if half expecting to hind something resembling a ship; no luck. Then, his face grew serious, "Young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him." He turned and knocked a few times on a tree to his left.
"But you're Captain Jack Sparrow!" Jack began to take gigantic strides straight ahead, listening to Elizabeth rant. "You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company…" Jack looked back at her and then went about his business, starting to jump on the sand. Elizabeth couldn't help but wonder if Jack really had gone mad with the heat, but she kept talking nonetheless. "You sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot," Jack stopped jumping and looked at Elizabeth as she continued a bit more quietly, "Are you the pirate I've read about or not? How did you escape last time?"
Jack grabbed Elizabeth's shoulders gently and pulled her away from where they stood, he looked dead serious, almost pained, "Last time…" he pause, "Last time I was here a grand total of three days, all right?" Elizabeth looked slightly perplexed, and Jack took the opportunity to go and dust some of the sand off from where he was a moment ago; revealing a trapdoor. He pulled the handle up and the sand slid off; some of it inside the cellar-like thing, some of it blending into the rest of the sand surrounding it. "Last time…" he continued as he went barefoot, down the wooden stairs, "the rumrunners used this island as a cache. Came by, and I was able to barter passage off," he looked around at several of crates and retrieved two bottles containing a murky brown liquid, from the nearest one. "Though, from the looks of things, they've long been out of business… Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that." He struggling a bit coming up, but made it and went over to Elizabeth.
"So that's it then?" she said, tearing up, but not letting them spill onto her cheeks, and now sarcasm invaded her voice. "That's the secret, grand adventure of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow? You spent three days, laying on the beach, drinking rum?"
Inwardly, Jack regretted telling her that; the thought it would shut her up, but no… it only shot her off more; women…. He kept calm and said, "Welcome to the Caribbean, luv," pushed her out of the way and walked off down towards the beach again, a bottle in each hand; leaving her standing there.
Yet again, Elizabeth chased after him with a hunger for answers that needed to be sated as badly as Barbossa's hunger for everything did. She watching him, a sort of accusatory presence about her, "So – is there any truth to the other stories?" She expected him to say, "no," and be done with it, to shatter her image of him, but he didn't disappoint; not this time.
Jack had gone from being depressed, to being annoyed, to being angry in a short time span, thanks to Elizabeth. And now his mood swung again; he was now very sour and full of ire. "Truth?" It was all he could do to not spit out the word to her, and he successfully constrained himself. His choler had led him to show her what the real Jack Sparrow was all about… to show her once and for all, legend be damned, he just wanted her to shut up and stop making his pain flare. He raised the sleeve of his right arm, revealing a tattoo of a bird in flight over water, his namesake. And an angry looking brand was just above his tattoo on his forearm, a "P," standing for pirate and so many other things… for penitence, for property, for perfidy, for pernicious, for persecuted, for pitiless, for pain…
He let that sleeve fall and went to his left, he pulled that one up, showing a massive scar that ran all over his forearm and up further. The scar marred his skin, red in some places, a pasty pink in others. It was like a sick tree that branched and had taken over his arm. But it was also an everlasting memory… a memory of betrayal and hate from long ago…
Then he let that go, peeling the neck of his shirt down, exposing two bullet wounds in close proximity of each other on the right side of his chest. It was as if his chest were the sail of a ship that had just gone into battle, and though it had come out victorious, it had gained two very visible marks of combat.
Jack let his shirt back up, as there was no need to show her his back… she'd seen enough. Quietly, he said, "No truth at all." His voice burned like cold iron and dripped with sardonicism. He sat down, bottles of rum still in his hands. "We still have a month, maybe more," his voice had gone back to just being serious; no sarcasm. Jack felt the tip of one of the bottles with his fingertips, as if to coax the cork off. "Keep a weathered eye open for passing ships and our chances will clear."
Elizabeth had been standing there nearly dumbstruck as Jack bared his scars for her to see. There was no way she could have thought he would do such a thing; that he would show this raw side of himself to her. Elizabeth could feel her eyes prickling in pity for him and she could only imagine what could have caused those, but somehow, her mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of Will. "And what about Will? We have to do something…"
"You're absolutely right," Jack agreed, sounding more normal now. He took one of the bottles and rolled it to Elizabeth, who was standing with the tide licking her bare feet. She looked at the bottle getting washed, just as her feet were.
Jack picked up his bottle, and uncorked it, making a slight popping noise. "Here's luck to you Will Turner," he raised the bottle in salute to Will, wherever he was, and brought it to his lips to complete the toast.
Elizabeth stooped down to get the bottle amidst the sea foam, the tide went out as she brought it up and uncorked it. She looked into the distance for a brief moment before taking some rather plucky steps towards Jack. Elizabeth plopped down next to him and looked at the bottle of rum once again, the sunlight barely penetrating it's hazy liquid. "Drink up me hearties yo ho…." She said to herself softly, totally forgetting about Jack as she took a sip of the liquor.
Jack glanced at her in surprise, "What was that Elizabeth?"
"It's Miss Swann," she snapped back to him.
He put his hands up in mock surrender as his eyes widened, as if to say, "All right, I give up, sorry!"
"Nothing," Elizabeth told him as he circled his goatee with his slender fingers. "Just a song I learnt as a child when I actually thought it'd be exciting to meet a pirate." She gazed off towards the sea, looking wistful and nostalgic of days long past.
Jack glanced at her, "Let's hear it," he said to her, it wasn't a demand, though it wasn't exactly a request either.
She snapped out of her trance, "No."
He was becoming slightly perturbed, "Come on," he gestured to her, "We've got the time, let's have it."
Elizabeth couldn't retort to that since it was very true; they had all the time in the world. But that wasn't the point, she didn't want to go about singing like a drunken sailor, not yet at least, "No. I'd have to have a lot more to drink."
He looked thoughtful for a second as he uncorked the bottle once again, for he'd put the cork back in, a few moments before. A slight arc of a smile crept onto his face, "How much more?" he asked devilishly as he took another swig of rum.
The smile turned out to be contagious, as Elizabeth found one on her face as well, "I don't know… a bit…" She sighed as she found herself swallowing some more rum.
Jack found himself looking out to the sea, longing to be there, but trying to be conversational, and at the same time irk Elizabeth, he said, "So… what is going on between you and young William? Has he bedded you yet?" his smirk grew ever so much larger as he saw her jaw drop.
"Mr. Sparrow!" she scolded, hitting him on the shoulder.
All he did was laugh, "Guess not… So ya wouldn't happen ta know if he really is a eunuch, would you?" Jack's laughter kept going as he saw her jaw drop once more and her hand come in contact with his shoulder again.
"No," she said quietly as she took a deep breath, calming down. "Not much actually…" she trailed off, again, having the taste of rum fill her mouth.
Jack turned to her and cocked an eyebrow, making it disappear into the red cloth that adorned his head. "So ye've not done anything with him?"
Elizabeth shook her head, greatly more subdued than the moments before. She turned her gaze to the sand, watching as the tide came to engulf it and then it left.
A/N: WOOO HOOO!!! I'm back!!! Sort of….. I mean, I've stopped halfway in the island scene because I fear it'll take another like month to write it…. So I decided to give you what I have. So yeah…. *raises glass of fake champagne* here's to Orlando, and Johnny, and this story, and late nights (staying up till 4 A.M.), and everything else… like you… the reviewers…. I honestly couldn't get through this without you guys…. You like hold me down and make me continue, even when I don't think I can… Then it turns out that I'm wrong and I can. Well… It's actually 11 o'clock in the morning right now, I've just woken up and I'm feeling rather (for lack of better words) hung-over from the party I went to last night…. And don't get me wrong… there wasn't any drinking…. Just a LOT of moving around…. Honestly…. It's more of a workout than I get in gym…. And my gym-classes are like an hour and a half long! So yeah… the girl (who was hosting the party) has a huge house… like she has a dance studio, and a basketball court and a pool table and all these other doors and rooms! I was talking to my friend and he was like "OMG… It's like Willy Wonka's chocolate factory!" Then we got started on Johnny Depp and how I think he'll be an awesome Willy (in the Tim Burton film)… but that's a whole other story all together…. *-* So over all, it was really fun… we all went outside and played basketball in 3 on 3 shifts since there were like 40 of us… and we danced and we played Twister (which is amazingly fun….). So by the time I got home, I was sooooo hyper on caffeine and candy and everything that I didn't get to sleep until 3. Ha… lucky me…. Not…. But anyways, I couldn't really do anything productive during that time, cuz it probably would have ended with me writing about Jack and Elizabeth started dancing to "Satisfaction"…. LOL… So yeah…. But the rest of the time… (like the previous month and a half or whatever…) has been pretty agonizing. I think it came from the fact that I really hadn't planned to write about the island scene, but then a lot of you wanted it, so I decided to incorporate it and there began my woes… Well… I think I've talked enough…. Just want to tell you all to go see "Secret Window" and "Ned Kelly" … and oh yeah, "Hidalgo" and "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind." (If I don't get a chance to talk to you before they come out….) and to tell you all how grateful I am to have you. You've kept me going…. So I hope you keep reviewing…. And also…. VERY IMPORTANT FACT HERE!!! I will not, I repeat, will not, stop writing this story… No matter how long it takes or whatever…. I'm gonna keep going. If I ever try to stop, I think my level of guilt and shame would go through the roof…. Honestly, so keep an eye out for my stuff… I know I'm not going to quit… I haven't quit yet on any of my stories…. I've just taken an extended holiday…. Or hell-iday…. What ever…. *-*
Cheers!
Tati Bloom aka Elf Girl 4
PS: I love Orlando Bloom!!
PPS: Here's the url to my xanga, incase you weren't able to get there before…
PPS: And how could I leave this out…. I'd like to commend Lord of the Rings on their 11 Oscar wins, and Johnny, for his appearance at the Oscars…. And Johnny yet again, for making such an uproar at the SAG awards with his win! Go you!!!
Ok…. Time for the best part…. MY INCREDIBLY AWE-FILLED AND WONDER-INSPIRED THANK YOU'S!
*The Serious Padfoot: Hey!!! Thank you very much! I'm glad you liked it!! Yes, poor Will has suspicions now…. And yeah, I did say I was getting writer's block…and no, it hasn't completely gone away, which is why I'm updating now… Yeah, sweet picture! LOL…. I think Rum Bird suits him….. it's to the point, accurate, and way cute! Anyways, stick around with me!!! And keep reviewing!!!
*Captain Annie Finn: Yes, here we are again… took a while though, didn't it??? Well, I'd like to thank you from deep, down inside… it did take a lot to write out that last chapter (and this chapter). And I'm so glad that you think it was a good chapter! And yeah, anything Jack does is sexy…. Same with Will…. I mean, only he can get knocked out with a candlestick and make me swoon… *-* So…. about ROTK… lol…. I could go on for hours too!!! Yeah, I can understand (only very slightly though…. Lol!) why they cut out all of that… And you're sooo lucky you got to go to the midnight showing!!! I tried to get my parents to let me for both Two Towers and ROTK, but NOOOO…. They say I'm too young or something like that…. And then something about how a stupid movie ( *gasp* heaven forbid…) take precedence over my school-work and stuff. Whatever…. And no… I don't remember that part in the books… hmm…. I think this calls for another book to read again…. Ahem….. *-* And no, you weren't the only one stirred by Elijah…. I was sooooo rocked by his performance, I mean, by everyone's performance…. I swear to god, whenever I see that movie, I just start bawling my eyes out…. And Billy, dear Billy…. I don't think I've fully recovered from him singing his song…. I have it on a cd, and whenever I hear it, I totally have tears welling up…. *-* And oh yeah…. The end, I really think I might have frightened the lady sitting next to me…. I mean, I was crying so much! Well…. It doesn't matter what you talk about in your reviews…. We could be chatting like this…. Doesn't matter to me…. I loved it anyways, I mean, how could I not? A little bit of my chapter, a little bit of ROTK… what's not to love?
*Spirit Fire: Yep, it was on Friday the 13th!! It was sooo awesome…. And no…. I don't have horns…. But on this rp that I do I have wings…. *-* LOL….. thanks for the heads up on my mystical being….. *-* Keep reading!!!
*Anaticulpraecantrix: Yeah…. Thanks…. This one's only Jack and Elizabeth though…. Oh well…. And yeah, I've heard that too!! I hope so…. but I won't buy it till the Extended Edition comes out… I really want to see that… it's like the thing that I'm looking forward to now…. If not another LOTR movie, at least some more of and LOTR movie…. *-* And yeah! 4 hours, 10 minutes! Eee gads!!! The drinking game…. That's going to be sooo much fun…. Maybe I should do a fic about it….. that would be fun too…… what d'ya think?
*Evil-Gwen: Yeah, the dvd had so much better stuff going on….. So basically, I tried to put all the deleted scenes in and do it so that all the actions and dialogue matched up w/ the dvd…. You know? So I had to go and sit for an hour, trying to sync it all up, so I suppose you could read the chapter and watch the movie at the same time and it should be pretty close…. If it isn't, well, that was an hour of my time gone…. Oh well…. *-* But yeah….. I hope that you liked this chapter! There's more to come, so keep reading, and keep reviewing.
*Inu Lover: Yep!! And Woah!!! We have our birthdays on the same day???? That's totally out there…. Cool…. I've got a guitar too! Mine's acoustic… how about yours? And yeah, I'm not to good w/ the chords, I only know like 4…. But I make up for it with the fact that I can play like 20 songs…. (like plucked, not strummed…. If you know what I mean…. *-*) But yeah! Have fun with it! I just got a ton of Johnny Depp and Colin Farrell movies (because I already own all the Orlando Bloom stuff….). So it was all good…. Hope you liked this chapter! Review, please!!!
*Shannon: Hey girl!! Yep, I've been getting all your emails, and I must say, they've been wonderful!!! Love them all…. *-* Ok, so I'll probably end up replying to it later this week, in the form of an email, because, as of now, I've got a limited amount of time…. *-* So thanks very much (to use the words of Jack Sparrow…)! And keep reviewing, they're all really great and I love reading them…. And one more thing…. NO. I really hope it doesn't last between Orlando and Kate (because I'm evil…). He's waiting for me… Just have ta keep telling myself that…. He's waiting for me. *-*
*Mistress of Mordor: Hello darling! Mmm hmm…. Cuz that's what you've been with all your reviews…. Thanks a million. So I'm reading your 1st review again… hold on… *-* Yeah, so New York…. Sounds like a blast!! I've never been there…. Um… yeah, that chapter was pretty short… I mean, I wasn't having the best time writing it…. And yeah…. Jack and Elizabeth are proving to be more than what they appear…. Ok…. Next review….. Ok…. Hold on…. Reading….. I'm glad that you've thought up a hypothesis for me… But I'm not entirely sure that's what the problem is… I mean, yes and no… You know? It's like the initial fire that I had when I first began writing has died down a bit, but at the same time, it's also flaring like crazy…. And I know that's a complete contradiction, but yeah, that's how I work…. I've got that insane Agent Sands sort of thing going on with me… *-* And yeah, it'd probably help to get help from a more experienced writer… but I just don't have the resources to…. Do you know what I mean? I mean, I don't even have a beta reader… which is really, really bad and that's why I have so many typos…. *-* But yeah…. Complicated, trying to string all the plots together and keep the thing going…. But I'm working on it…. Ok…. Now I'm reading the 3rd review again…. Ok, so I kind of agree with you there. Except for the fact that I don't talk to my parents about my writing…. Cuz I've got this thing where if anybody I know reads or sees what I've created, I kinda freak out…. Yeah, it's that crazy Agent Sands thing again… (Yeah, I'm blaming it all on him…. LOL) Anyways, I get your drift, and I'm not sure if I'm to that point yet… I think that part of my ordeal was that I didn't originally plan to write about the island scene, but I also had this little bit of an inkling in the back of my mind that I might want to…. And apparently, I did, but I just didn't totally have a huge picture in my mind of where I was going with their time on the island. And at the moment, I've got it planned out, pretty much, I just have to put it on paper, embellish, and then type it up. And as I've come to find out, that may take a little bit of time…. Now I'm onto your 4th review…. And I totally love you for this…. There aren't a ton of people who are willing to actually say that they'll stick by me and hold out through the storm, so to speak. I mean, I guess that there are, but they just haven't come out and said it like you have, and they haven't tried to remedy my problem like you. And I've got to say, I'm incredibly grateful for all your support. It's been wicked awesome the whole time, and it's helped me amazingly much. Now… I'm gonna sum up everything…. Ok… No, I don't think I'll need a long break from writing, just a bit of time and support to keep going. And no, again, I don't think I'll stop, because, as I said before, I'd have the biggest guilt trip…. And that wouldn't be a fun road to go down…. I mean, writing is my outlet, and if I hadn't discovered that last summer (thanks to my friend Van…) then I think I'd be thoroughly depressed right about now… *-* And of course, I'll email you if I need anything, and if you want to (or anyone else…) see something put into the story, just suggest it, and I'll see what I can do…. Chances are is that it'll be a good idea and I'll end up putting it in…. *-* But yeah….it's all right about the other review… apparently ff.net's been having problems…. Believe me, I know…. I was in my email the other day and I had 64 author alerts to the same chapter of the same story. Not fun…. And not good. . Well, I hope you like this chapter, it was really hard to find synonyms and other words for like ocean and exert and all this other stuff… And I must have read through this thing like 6 times, trying to perfect it and whatnot, but I'm still not sure if it's good…. Granted, I don't let anyone else look at it… but yeah…. I'm my own worst critic sometimes…. So that's why I'll leave the critiquing up to you and all the other reviewers… *-* Wow… that was a lot. Ok… so this chapter's definitely longer than the last one…. Or at least I think it is….. and yeah….. I'm really tired now… I think I've got to go like take a nap or something….. Mad game, that Twister… really does tie you up in knots… OMG… you should've been there…. I know this sounds lame, but yeah…. I'd better go…. Maybe a Dr. Pepper will cure my fatigue…. Or maybe a Johnny Depp movie…. *smiles devilishly* Yep, that's it…. That's my cure…. Well, I'll talk to you later!!! Lots of love…
AND ANOTHER BIG THANK YOU TO EVERYONE THAT REVIEWED, IT'S BEEN SUCH GREAT SUPPORT, AND I REALLY, REALLY HOPE YOU CONTINUE TO REVIEW, BECAUSE IT'S LIKE GETTING A LITTLE PRESENT IN MY MAILBOX…. AND I LIKE PRESENTS…. *-* xox!