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…. 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: Review… Please, just go and review…. You know I need them to make this better…. Just go and review please…
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A/N #4: Just so you guys know…. If you couldn't figure it out…. The double asterisks at the end of the chapter signify the return of the present time… They look like this… ya know… just in case you didn't know…. But I have all the confidence in the world that you did know… lol….
Previously, on Defeat:
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.
Jack's laughter began to subside a little, "Ya know, I think that maybe the first time I've said something as such and not got slapped for it…"
Elizabeth continued to stare out at the sea; her heart as discontent as the waves swirling about on its surface. "And so I should have… were it not for the sadness brewing inside of me; keeping me from being my normal self," she replied to him softly.
"Come now Elizabeth," he said before taking a swig of rum. "Will won't be the only one ta woo you and y'heart. There'll be other fish in the sea, flowers in th' meadow, stars in the sky… that sort o' thing."
Elizabeth's head whipped to her right to face Jack, "Can you say so much about your Black Pearl?" she snapped, though whispering, rage was apparent in her voice. "That there are other Pearls in oysters? More ships in the harbour? Hmmm Mr. Sparrow?" she paused a moment, her lip trembling.
Jack couldn't help but gape at her, at a loss for words.
"I thought not. So how dare you be a hypocrite and tell me to go find someone else – there will never be anyone else. Will… Will is the world to me…" she continued, her last words uttered as if the realization of that fact had just made itself known to her. And with that awareness came the opening of her eyes – once closed and blind before, now open and seeing, though blurry, for a glassy dam was building itself upon the rims of her eyelids. Her lip trembled uncontrollable and unconsciously, she bit down on it to keep a whimper from escaping. As Elizabeth's eyes closed, the tears threatening to fall made their promise, coming down her cheeks in steady streams as her shoulders began to shake with silent sobs.
Jack's brow furrowed, confused, as he watched the torrent of Elizabeth's emotions fly out, like the winds of a hurricane. He saw as she broke down and cried, unsure of what to do for her. "If I go away, she'll get worse'n' worse…" he thought to himself, "But if I get closer… she may get… well…. Who the hell are ya kiddin' mate?! You're Captain Jack Sparrow… just do it." So he did. He scooted over to Elizabeth and gathered her into his arms, trying to calm her down, cooing softly at her.
She was startled a bit at first when he came to her, but grief over-took her surprise and she nestled herself into him, her sobs growing stronger, as well as her tears.
" 'S'all righ' luv… just – shh… shh…" he whispered softly in her ear as he felt a slight wetness soak through his shirt as Elizabeth's tears had leaked onto it.
Jack held and cradled Elizabeth until her tears had subsided and she pulled away from him, able to compose herself again, even if it was only slightly. "So you really love the lad?" he inquired to her.
She nodded wordlessly in reply.
"That's good then, 'cause 'e feels the same way about you…"
"I know," her voice was slightly raspy.
Jack almost replied, "And the ironic thing is is that he said he'd die for you…. And now 'ere he is, doing exactly what he promised," but he thought better of it, what with Elizabeth being in such a fragile state.
Elizabeth started to bite her thumbnail, a habit she'd not done since she was a girl.
He tried to be gentle by saying, "Well if the story books are real, then love will win out in the end in some way'r another…" but it only made Elizabeth retort heatedly, "Well… we learned today that stories aren't always real, therefore you can't rely on their outcome to happen in real life." Jack thought for a moment before speaking, "But they've got to be based off of something… so some of it's gotta be true."
She nodded slightly, "I can only hope…
"As can I," he muttered under his breath.
"Hmmm?" she asked, a little distantly, as her mind wandered elsewhere.
"Ummm… oh… I said… um… 'Hector must die,'" he replied horridly.
"Who's Hector?"
Jack scowled a bit, sour memories being awakened again. "An old friend…"
"Oh… okay," she said, not quite sure how to respond to Jack's sudden change in mood.
A few minutes went by in stillness, neither one of them saying a word until Elizabeth decided to break the silence. "Jack…" Elizabeth started quietly.
Jack sat back slightly, recovering his bottle of rum and taking a long drink. He closed his chocolate eyes, shielding them from the sun, as if almost afraid it would melt them.
Elizabeth sat there, watching him go about with his business so nonchalantly. How could he do that? The man who had just shown such love and comfort went back to being his old self: a lewd, cross, drinking pirate. She wiped away at one of the tears still making a trail down her cheek and tried to speak to him again. "Why… why does lif have to be like this?"
Jack looked back at her, smiling a little, his eyes looking depressed, "Well… it's just… not fair luv… Things sometimes just don't…" He caught her gaze and they stared into each other's eyes for a moment, as if communicating through the pain within.
Elizabeth broke their connection first. "Jack… I… umm… thank you for that, back… before. I…" She stumbled upon her words, not quite sure how he'd take them.
He looked towards her again; acknowledging her thanks. "Of course luv," was all he said and he seemed to leave it at that, for he took another swig of rum and stared off into the aquamarine water.
Elizabeth sighed softly, seeing that he didn't want to talk about it anymore, and leaned back, and finally coming to rest on her elbows, gazed off into the sea as well, watching as the waves clashed softly into one another. She adjusted her arm slightly and it bumped into her bottle of rum. She got up and picked it up. Once again mesmerizing herself with the amber-brown, crystalloid color. Elizabeth couldn't help but watch as the light danced around inside of the bottle. "Almost like a ball…" she noted, trying to take her mind away from other, more hurtful thoughts. Nonetheless, they gradually kept coming back… those memories. She couldn't' shake them away, no matter how hard she tried, her mind drifted back to Will. She was dying inside… right along with him, she supposed. Elizabeth just felt so useless! There wasn't any way for her to reach him, and yet… she could see him in her head, locked up in some disgusting place, or maybe up at the top of the mound of treasure. Either way Will would be in two places at once… somewhere with Barbossa and in front of her mind's eye.
Jack swirled the rum around in his mouth, not letting it miss a spot. He swallowed slowly, letting the alcohol take its time finding the way to his stomach. Jack sighed inwardly, silently wishing he were aboard the Pearl again… at the helm… reeling the smooth handle of the wheel upon his fingers… the wind tickling him softly as it came by… He remembered everything about the Pearl, the way she glided along the water, the way she smelled… everything; and in essence he felt Elizabeth's pain, his love was in the hands of his enemy, never to return to his arms. He had been so close… he had been upon the deck, feeling the breeze… almost there… but no. No. Not any more, he was trapped on this goddamned island with some lovesick socialite who, by-god, wasn't making him feel any better. She had already broken down, and he couldn't stand it if he did too. Sure, Jack had comforted her, he waited patiently as her shaking slowed and subdued itself, but with that came the pouring of her sorrow into his. Rarely did Captain Jack Sparrow feel guilt, but today turned into one of those pleasant occasions where her found himself angry at the world for not having things turn out and angry at himself for not negotiating as well as he could. If that had happened, the Black Pearl would be under his feet, and this girl and her boy would be in each other's arms, for how long, he didn't know, but at least for that time being. Jack stood up, absolutely disgusted with the world… and out of rum.
The day passed slowly, no excitement or signs of ships with the passing of any hour. Instead, Jack and Elizabeth filled themselves with rum from the rumrunners' abundant stock. Elizabeth had found that walking around the beach was entertainment enough; while Jack sat under the shady leaves of a palm tree. The two hadn't spoken since the words, "Of course luv," had escaped Jack's lips; that had been three hours ago. Jack had polished off his second bottle while Elizabeth was just sucking up the last few drops of her first. He got up to get another bottle for himself, walking over to Elizabeth on his way. "D'ya want s'more luv?" he asked, the rum getting to him only slightly.
Elizabeth thought for a moment and smiled broadly; it was an unnatural smile, almost like she was too happy, but neither of them noticed or cared. "I simply," she paused, "would just," another pause, "love one," she thrust her empty bottle into Jack's arms, giggling to herself as she watched him stagger up to the secret hole of rum.
He came back soon, bottle in each hand, much like earlier in the day, only then he had been sober. Elizabeth took her bottle from his hands, still giggling like a schoolgirl. Jack sat down near her, beckoning for her to do so also, and she complied, plopping down onto the sand.
"What say ya ta gatherin' s'm' wood for a fire?" he asked, popping the cork of his bottle.
"Aye, aye cap'n!" she chirped to him, obviously and terribly intoxicated.
"Got to then luv…" he said, taking the first drink of his third bottle.
Elizabeth saluted him, showing that she had never, in her life, saluted anyone. Jack chuckled to himself as she set her unopened bottle of rum down on the sand and went off, gathering wood. The girl was visibly drunk and though he was drunk too, he wouldn't even begin to be anything like her… not for a couple hours at least… Jack lay down, closing his eyes, though bottle still in hand, drifting off into peaceful bliss.
He awoke to the sound of wood clattering together on the ground as Elizabeth dropped another log onto the growing pile. Jack turned and looked at it, "Perfect," he thought to himself, getting up. "Darling, come back, I think tha's fine..." he shouted to Elizabeth who had already gone prancing about to find more.
She went a little further into the palm forest, finding a green, willowy branch. Elizabeth picked it up and ran over to Jack, dragging it on the ground behind her. "Now what?" She fiddled with the branch in her delicate fingers, making it obvious that she couldn't stop moving and fidgeting around.
"Well, I'm goin' ta go find us some matches… and then we'll 'ave ourselves a fire," he explained, gesturing over towards the cache.
Elizabeth simply replied with an, "Oh," as he went off to get matches. She plopped down; swiping the branch across the sand, making patterns with the many leaves leaving curved lines in their paths.
When Jack had come back with a small box of matches, he went to work setting the wood and palm leaves up so he could light them. More than once did the tipi of logs collapse upon his hand, resulting in a long slew of curses from where he was. Elizabeth paid no attention, still in a daze, playing with the sand. Finally, much work, Jack got a fire going, pouring a little bit of rum on the logs. She saw him and asked, "What're you doing?"
"T's ta get the fire going… The rum is your friend… Helps you get warm inside and out…" he smiled at her.
Elizabeth smiled back and went off to look for her bottle of rum, but found it was hard to locate as night had already fallen. "My… time flies… like birds… it flies…" she said loudly, to no one in particular, spreading her arms and pretending to be a bird…. Until she stumbled over her bottle of rum… and she landed on the ground, giggling madly as she tried to pry the cork out.
Jack watched Elizabeth in growing amusement and came over to her when she fell. "Need 'elp wiv that luv?" he offered.
Elizabeth nodded fiercely, giving him the bottle. He laughed as he found the cork come off with as much ease as if there were oil lining it. Jack gave the bottle back to Elizabeth who had now started to hum, bobbing her head slightly.
"Wha's that?"
"A song."
"I can tell that… what song?"
"A pirate song."
"Which one?"
"One I learned when I was littl'."
"Wha' one's that?"
"The one that I'm humming…"
Jack rolled his eyes, she was impossible… singing a child's song, acting like a child. "Well fine, does it 'ave words?"
"Yes."
"Do you know them?"
"Yes."
"Can you tell me?"
"Why?"
" 'Cause I'm curious luv."
"Why?"
" I wanna know."
"Why?"
"Just… tell me."
"Okay!"
Jack took deep breath; his eyes rolling again as Elizabeth took a very dramatic inhale of salty air and stood up to sing for him. She stood tall, albeit a little wobbly too and burst into song.
"Yo ho, yo ho! A pirate's life for me!
We pillage and plunder and rifle and loot…
Drink up me hearties, yo ho!
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot…
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up me hearties, yo ho!
Maraud, embezzle, and even hijack,
Drink up me hearties, yo ho!
Yo ho, yo ho! A pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
We burn up the city; we're really a fright,
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
We're rascals, scoundrels, villains, and knaves,
Drink up me hearties, yo ho!
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up me hearties, yo ho!"
Jack sat there, watching as she belted out the tune and smiled… she'd finally told him… He waited as she finished; when she finally did sing the last note, she bowed teetering all about, ending up on the sand. She giggled a little, taking a deep breath and sitting back. "Well wasn't that just lovely?" Jack mused at Elizabeth, who had gone to fetch her bottle of rum.
"Mmhm…" she replied, staggering back to Jack.
"Would ya mind teachin' it ta me? I think it's awfully clever, that song…" He asked, smiling devilishly at him. Elizabeth thought about it for a moment, appearing as though it was a hard decision for her; wrinkling up her nose and cocking her head to the side, making her hair fall into her eyes. She tried to blow it out, but it wasn't successful and she leaned back to lie on the sand instead. Elizabeth sighed melodramatically, biting her lip before smiling and nodding at Jack, who had been watching her act with a bemused face. So there they sat, for the better part of an hour, singing the song line by line until Jack caught on. Though there were obstacles in their way; Elizabeth had kept jumbling the words, in turn messing up Jack and they both cleared their heads with a large swig of rum.
"Drink up me hearties… yo ho…" Jack sang and then he jumped up and spun around, bottle of rum still stuck to his hand, "I did it luv! I know it! Ha!" Elizabeth hopped to her feet unsteadily and chirped happily, "Yay Cap'n Sparrow!" and she started to run around the fire for lack of anything better to do with her newfound energy. Jack saw Elizabeth prancing around the tipi of flames and decided to join her, close behind. She noticed his presence and started to sing again and Jack came in as well, belting out the song to the heavenly stars twinkling down at them. The two of them looked as if they were part of a tribal ceremony, jumping and dancing around the fire, singing songs over and over. Though later on the next morning, to Jack's dismay, he found he had little cuts all over his feet, due to the abundance of conch shells smattered about the island that he had, at one point or another come into contact with over the last night.
But the night was still young…
"We're devils, we're black sheep and really bad eggs, drink up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me…"
"Ohhhh! I love this song… Really bad eggs…" Jack had stopped running about the fire and come to a stop in front of the dark waves licking the sandy beach. Now halfway through his third bottle of rum, it was starting to affect him and he spilled over onto the sand, Elizabeth plopping down next to him. "Ohh… When I get 'e Pearl back, I'm gonna teach it to the whole crew and we'll sing it all the time!" he mused cheerfully.
Elizabeth was feeling rather excited at the moment and it was evident in her voice, "And you'll be positively the most fearsome pirate in the Spanish Main."
Jack shook his head lightly, disagreeing with the girl, "Not just the Spanish Main, luv. The entire ocean. The entire world," Jack reached out as if he could see it right before his eyes. "Wherever we want to go, we'll go. That's what a ship is, ya know. I's not jus' a keel an' a hull and a deck and sails…. Tha's what a ship needs, but what a ship is…. What the Black Pearl really is… is freedom." His eyes started to become misty and he looked as if he were in another world…
Elizabeth watched Jack as he talked, his kohl-smudged eyes growing dark and cloudy, dreaming about unreachable things. She leaned into him a little, "Jack, it must be really terrible for you to be trapped on this island…."
Jack felt her presence upon him and he smirked a little, his arm snaking up around her shoulders, resting there, like a python waiting for its prey to lose its sanity. "Oh yes… but the comp'ny is infinitely better than last time, I think. The scenery," he began to look down her dress, "has definitely improved…"
Elizabeth shied away from him, "Mr. Sparrow, I'm not entirely sure that I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk!"
"I know exactly what you mean luv," Jack curled the tips of his mustache with his tanned, slender fingers, sprucing himself up.
Elizabeth paid little notice and instead raised her bottle towards the heavens, "To freedom!" She took a small swig of rum.
Jack raised his in return, saying softly, "To the Black Pearl," and he took a long draft from the bottle, ending with him lying on the warm sand.
She watched as he slowly leant back until there was nothing more to lean back on and she did the same, ending up beside him. Elizabeth looked over his features, his smooth lips; his shining cheeks, tanned from the relentless Caribbean sun; his nose, looking perfect to her under the moonlight; his ebony hair, crumpling under his sun-faded bandana; his neck, looking as if a thin luster covered it; and lastly, his eyes, closed, kohl thickly smudged around them, the eyelashes surrounding them long and thin. She smiled a little, sighing, "Jack?" she whispered.
He grunted.
"Did y'ever…" she trailed off softly, her speech still slurred.
Jack opened his eyes a little and saw that she was laying beside him, "Ever what luv?"
Elizabeth giggled a little, smiling gaily at him, "I don' know…"
Jack gazed back at her, their eyes meeting; his chocolate ones to her amber-brown ones, and he found himself swimming in their depth. He blinked a couple of times, thinking it was just the alcohol, and he found her eyes again, and was lost just as quickly. Jack's mouth opened slightly, "Elizabeth…" he murmured quietly.
Elizabeth raised her eyebrows earnestly, looking innocently back into his eyes, finding herself melting under his intense gaze.
He felt his breathing grow raspy and his mouth dry yet at the same time, wet with passion. Jack swallowed once, trying to make himself more comfortable. His eyes traveled down to her neck, so soft looking, like a sheen of velvet graced it, trailing down into her chest… Jack couldn't stand it any longer, his eyes snapped back up to her own and he leaned in slowly, closing the gap between them, his lips caressing Elizabeth's.
Elizabeth tried to gasp but found she couldn't, for Jack's mouth was right there, upon hers, and his tongue found its way beyond her lips, gliding over her own. Her eyes fluttered shut and she let him deepen the kiss. His kiss was searching, yet not intruding; hungry, but not ravaging; passionate, yet not overly so. He was tender and loving, unlike his typical personality which was boastful and sometimes so harsh.
Jack let his eyes close slowly, and he bit down on her lip softly, making a small moan escape Elizabeth. His eyes snapped open as he heard her and he pulled away, "Will…" he whispered hurriedly, almost inaudibly. Elizabeth tried to follow his lips upward, but couldn't and she opened her eyes which were now fixated on him. "Oh god… Will… Shit…" Jack murmured, "Oh… shit…"
Elizabeth blanched at the sound of Will's name and she brought her hand to her mouth, as if trying to hide it from the world so no one would know. She looked horrified and frantic; burning tears formed in the corners of her eyes. "No…" she mouthed, getting up quickly, and falling back down again. She landed on the ground and a tear spilled over the rim of her eyelids, but she tried to get up again and succeeded, walking quickly into the forest of palms, away from the now dimming fire, and away from Jack.
Jack sat there, watching her yet again as she walked off. He found his bottle of rum and drained the remaining half. It burned like hellfire as it went down his throat, but it was nothing compared to the guilt he felt ablaze in his soul. He'd just gone and kissed his best friend's child's love… He hung his head and closed his eyes, sitting in utter silence.
Elizabeth found her way into the trunk of a palm tree and rubbed her head with the back of her hand, continuing on her way until she could walk no more. She leant up against the back of a tree, tears at last letting themselves free until grief and fatigue overtook her and she fell asleep.
Jack lifted his head up and got up slowly, careful not to fall down onto the bottle. He took a deep breath and staggered over to the cache, taking out another bottle of rum, his fourth and going back to the place he was sitting at before. Jack popped the top of and let the stinging aroma of alcohol waft into his nose and his eyelids fell again as he lifted the bottle to his lips, the slight taste of Elizabeth still planted on them. He drained that bottle as well, drinking it fast, barely pausing to put air into his lungs. The empty bottle rolled out of his now shaking hand and down to the waves before him. Jack felt a familiar feeling in his stomach and stood up to go and meet the waves, but he fell over as soon as he reached his full height, landing hard on his side, so he crawled to the ocean, his hands and knees soaked with salt water. He winced as he felt himself dry retch once, nothing coming up. "Shit…" was all he could say before he spent the next quarter hour exhausting the contents of his stomach to the Caribbean water. After washing off, he then dragged himself towards the drier land, curling up and falling into a restless sleep until he would awake the next morning to the smell of burning…
Jack looked at Will, his charcoaled eyes still swollen and growing, and he took a breath, wetting his lips a little. "Listen, Will, mate… Nothing, and I mean nothing, went on that night on the island. I swear to God and the Pearl. Nothing," he shook his head slightly as he spoke. His words escaped his lips, absolutely sincere, at least to that's how it appeared to Will.
Will listened and watched Jack as he spoke, trying to detect a hint of nervousness or a lie, but he found neither, and he nodded to Jack.
A/N: Okay… where to start? How about here…. I'm so sorry. I really am… I feel like shit right now…. I'm just so terribly sorry about making you wait since March 3rd…. good god… I can't believe I've done that to you guys… that's like…. (if my math is correct…) 127 days. Do you know what that is? It's complete shit… I'm so sorry…. I can't believe it's been this bad…. I promise, it'll never take that long again…. And I know this isn't an excuse or anything… but yeah, maybe just telling this Word Document will help me out…. - I've developed a really, really bad case (if you can have a "case") of depression. It's been terrible this last month and since last Friday, I have been a shell… I've not had any feeling or emotion other than complete distress and sadness…. I know that sounds like a load of crap, but I assure you, it's not…. Just go ask my friends… one of them is a writer here on ff.net… They'll tell you that I've been absolutely horrid…. And it's not the fact that I'm mean to people…. Though, I have to confess, I've wanted to snap at my family SO many times… It's just the fact that I'm THAT sad… Well…. That's enough of my ranting…. Oh… and another excuse…. Which albeit is crappy, but whatever… So – I get on my computer on Monday to finish this chapter (which I finished today) so that I could have it up by today…. And it turned out that everything I had written the couple weeks before was deleted… along with all my revisions. I (honest to god) cried because I had worked so hard on getting this done. I was soooo pissed. No kidding…. So I came on here at 8 A.M. and wrote until 2 P.M. the last I don't know… ½ of the chapter…. I hope you liked it, I don't know if it's as good as it was before… but I just hope this chapter is good enough for you guys…. I feel like it isn't…. but maybe that's just me….
Cheers!
Tati Bloom aka Elf Girl 4
PS: I love Orlando Bloom….
PPS: I love… my true love… who… is leaving me for college…. Sighs
PPPS: You guys should know my email… if not, go look at my bio…. And email me if you want to make ANY suggestions to the story, be it about Barbossa (who seems very popular…) or anyone or anything else… Or just review and tell me there -
PPPPS: Ok… Last PS…. The song… It's the actual lyrics, but I left out the last verse because I really don't care for it… plus it just doesn't sound like something our dear ol' Jack would sing…. And I had to type them up, so if there're any mistakes, I'm sorry, b/c my stupid computer wouldn't let me copy and paste…. Stupid thing…. . And yeah, sorry about any other typos…. Oh well….
YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN AWESOME BY REVIEWING… KEEP IT UP! A HUGE AND MARVELOUS THANKS TO (And just so you guys know, these replies aren't going to be as long this time, since I really, really want to get this posted… Next time they'll be longer though – promise! And if you really wanted [or needed] to talk to me and want me to reply…. You can always email me! - ):
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The Serious Padfoot- Thank you, as always - And yeah, I was kinda worried about putting the extended scenes in and having them all match up and stuff…. Well, it seems like it all worked out, didn't it? And omg… I know! Yes, dear old Rum Bird can be a tad um… impolite, shall we say? Lol…. Yeah, tell me what you thought of this chapter!! And 20 YEARS without LOTR??? What?!?! Omg…. That's gotta be a crime… somewhere…. Lol…. Middle Earth perhaps? Lol…. Yeah, I don' think I could ever go 20 years…. Good gosh…. -
LordLanceahlot- Thank you!!! Yeah, there wasn't a whole lot of alternativeness…. But I tried… I mean, I didn't want to stray too far from the original (and deleted) scenes… So thanks, and I really hope that everybody's still here, because after waiting this long, well… some people have probably given up on me….. :( So… please review again! Thanks so much! -
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Niniane, Lady of the Lake- No… no sex…. Cough yet cough….. lol…. So yeah, I hope that this kiss was enough to sate you for a little while…. Actually, I'd been planning to put it in all along… but yeah…. Thanks, I'm glad that you liked it and thought it was good! I love hearing that you could imagine exactly what happened… As I've said before, that's what I write for! I just hope you can imagine this kiss….. - lol
Erika Hanley- No, don't be sorry! I'm the one who's sorry for not updating in forever…. And thanks, yeah, the writer's block was killer…. Honestly, I think it's high school that's sucking it all out of me…. . And yes, no doubts about it, I WILL bring back Barbossa!! Absolutely. And just so you know, I think I'll be doing a Barbossa fic after this one's over… I think it'd be fitting, since so many people've asked…. What do you think? -
Mistress of Mordor- Wow… my friend… I can't believe that you've been sticking with me and my crap this far…. I love you… Honestly, you've been great…. Well, I'm glad that you liked the last chapter… And yeah, I totally agree that Jack and Liz had to have gotten a little… um…. Yeah… on the island! - So yeah and thanks for telling me about that error… I think I remember writing that and being like… "How do I make this sound not redundant?" Oh well….. And yeah…. I'll be sure to bring back Barbossa…. Any suggestions? Lol…. I'm glad that you're even coming back for more… you've no idea how much that means to me! And yeah, Twister… Wow… Ok, so I'd better make this quick, like I'd promised up there…. Thanks, I'm trying to work out where and what I want everyone to do in these next few chapters, so that I can get it set up for the rest of the story…. And most of all… Thank you… Oh… and what was that Johnny Depp question that you had for me… If you still remember…. -
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED… AND EVERYONE WHO REVIEWS THIS CHAPTER GETS DOUBLE SNAPS FOR STICKING AROUND!!! I LOVE YA GUYS!! And about the Barbossa thing… if anyone has any suggestions…. Just review or email me and tell me what you want, and I'll see if it'll work out… Savvy? -