Title: Tropical Island
Review: Changing a bit in POTC. Instead of Jack and Elizabeth getting stranded on the island Will and Elizabeth get stranded. Think, a day on a tropical island with the love of your life sound good? Sure does to Will and Elizabeth.
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"Elizabeth!" came a cry from behind them. They both separated quickly and turned to see Norrington running towards them with the governor close behind and out of breath.
Will blushed and Elizabeth stood quickly. Norrington reached her and took off Will's shirt and threw it to him and quickly covered Elizabeth with his coat.
"Cover yourself Mister Turner." Norrington ordered him and proceeded to make his way to the other side of the island. The governor then took over doting over Elizabeth and Norrington turned to Will who was just getting up and he gave him a stare.
"Do not. Ever. Do that again. Do you hear me? Never!" Will dropped his gaze to the sand and Norrington grabbed his arm and escorted him to the long boat on the other side of the island.
Jack looked around the cell. The rest of the crew was in the opposite cell and he was confined solitarily in this one. The leak he'd mentioned before still hadn't been plugged up and he made a mental note to talk to the captain about it. Captain!?! Hah! Jack was meant to be the captain not Barbossa the lying, cheating pigswill.
If Jack ever got a chance he would make Barbossa pay. Pay for everything he'd put him through. But not till he got out of here and the curse was lifted, till then he could only torture him by eating and drinking and enjoying it but he couldn't do that either because Barbossa didn't usually come down to the brig.
"Shiver me timbers!" Cotton's parrot called out. Gibbs helpfully translated,
"Cotton here says you missed a spot." Pintel slapped the cell with his mop and Gibbs took the hint.
Jack looked at Pintel and Ragetti, they were mopping up the floor with already muddy mops. Jack didn't want too know where they had been. His face showed his disapproval and he almost gagged as he looked at the contents of the bucket. Then he remembered something that had struck him as strange,
"What happened to Bootstrap?" Jack asked, hand on the bars and face poking through the holes of the cell. Pintel looked up and leaned on his mop, any reason to stop working.
"Ol' Bootstrap Bill? Well it didn't sit too well with Bootstrap what we did to you. The mutiny and all. He said it wasn't right with the Code, and Bootstrap was always a man of the Code. That's why he sent off a piece of the treasure to his kid and said that we deserved to be cursed. And remain cursed. An' if you don't tell us who 'e sent it to..." Pintel shook the dirty mop in Jack's face and Jack made a disgusted face again and replied,
"I know, I'll get a fate worse than death. Although you could say what you're going through is worse than death..." Pintel slapped his mop against the cell but Jack reeled back just in time and put on one of his trademark smirks despite how his body was feeling.
After commandeering a sinking boat, running away from soldiers, fighting with Will, being captured by the soldiers, being rescued by Will, tricking Norrington into practically giving him the Interceptor, commandeering the Interceptor to Tortuga, sailing to the Isla De Muerta, getting knocked out by Will, getting captured by Barbossa and then surviving in a leaky brig while being fired on by the Interceptor. Oh and who could forget being left on here to the mercy of Barbossa, it could be well understood how he was tired and felt ready to collapse.
'I hope Will and Elizabeth are okay. Hope Will hasn't done anything stupid.' He smiled as he thought this last thought and looked behind him for something to sit down on. Not seeing anything that was mildly attractive, even to his tired legs. He leaned against the bars of the cell.
Footsteps come down the stairs. It was Barbossa and two other pirates. He shot Jack a look of pure poison and ordered Pintel,
"Bring him." Barbossa threw a ring of keys to Pintel.
Will was in the brig of the HMS Dauntless. His situation was not much better than Jack's except for the fact that the brig was actually dry. He was sitting on the floor and had his head in his hands. Living over and over everything that had ever happened between Elizabeth and him. Knowing that it would be a miracle if he ever saw her again. Norrington would take care of that.
He could hear voices float down from the deck above...
"You can't hang him!"
"The boy's fate is regrettable ... But so was his decision to engage in piracy."
"To rescue me! To prevent anything from happening to me!" Then came silence and Will knew that his fate was sealed unless...
"Commodore, I beg you -- please do this ... for me. As a wedding gift." This shocked Will and he sunk to his knees in pain. Emotional pain. He lifted his head to the sky and his mouth opened in a soundless scream. Then all noise was blocked and he couldn't hear anymore. He didn't want to hear anymore.
Some minutes passed but to Will they seemed like hours. Perhaps he had refused to let him go but wouldn't let Elizabeth go back on her word? Possibly. The look that Norrington had shot Will before made this possible. Then, just as he was sure that this was it and that he was going to be hanged, the door opened.
He was dragged to the deck of the Dauntless and pushed in front of Norrington. He fell to his knees and looked up at him. Norrington loomed over him and looked at him as if he was no more than mud he'd collected on his shoe.
"Mister Turner, you are hereby no longer a subject of the British crown and your previous actions are now forgotten," he then leaned down to Will and fixed him with a poison stare and lifted a finger, "But, if you ever set foot in Port Royale again you will be hanged."
Will heard a small gasp from behind him. He knew that it was Elizabeth, who else would it be. He saw Norrington's eyes flicker behind him but then return back to his as he straightened his back and added,
"Do I make myself clear?" Will looked up at him and spat out,
"Perfectly."
AN: Poor Will...don't worry, I'll make Norrington go awayï