Pirates of the Caribbean - The Next Generation
Disclaimer - Much to my disappointment I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean but I do own Emily Jane and Patrick. *Grumble* I wish I owned POTC through. *Sigh* Life can be so unfair. Mean Disney thinks of everything. *Walks of grumbling*
Summary - What if Will and Elizabeth had a daughter? What if she came in possession of a piece of Cortez's cursed treasure? They'd be stupid if they didn't call on a certain pirate captain and what if he had a little surprise of his own? Read to find out!!!!
Authors Note - Yes yes that's enough reviews (for now) *grins evilly* I saw ROTK yesterday and there was not much Orlando time. Not much at all!!!! Grrrrr! Anyway most of you were very sympathetic about my DVD which makes it a whole lot better. Actually yesterday I went to my friends house and it works on her machine. So basically it's just mine that it won't run on. *Sigh* well that's life for ya. Now for your chapter..
Chapter Ten - A Piercing Coldness
A bitter icy chill swept over her already numb body. Pulling her thin blanket around herself tightly Emily hugged her black cloak close and tried to persuade herself to sleep. Two nights had passed since they had rescued the five adults and the small child form the burning wreck. Two long nights where sleep had avoided her. Her eyes felt droopy and heavy but to her exhausted body it was nothing new. She would go to bed with little food inside her stomach, having almost given up food completely, sleep for a short period of time and wake up feeling cold. This pattern was somewhat a new routine. One that she despised with every aching bone in her body.
Trying to think about other thinks she let her mind aimlessly wander. It soon rested on a topic that she had pondered every night since the rescue. Jack had promised to let the Spanish sailors off at the nearest port, which happened to be tree days in the opposite direction. But a promise is a promise and Jack was keeping his word.so far. Her parents weren't at all happy. By reversing three days that delayed them six. Three days there and three days back but Emily didn't mind. More days on the ocean was fine with her.
Unable to take the cold any longer she sat up and wrapped both her cloak and sheet tightly around her slim figure. Shivering although there was no wind she ventured down the passages deciding to pace and try to keep warm instead of just sitting there freezing her bones. Glancing briefly at a blurry porthole located in the galley she shuddered as a wave of artic cold water smashed against the glass. Thinking of deserts and the blistering rays of the sun she continued her walk.
Having long passed the crews sleeping quarters and the Captains cabin she was surprised to hear hushed voices and what couldn't we mistaken as anything but whimpering coming from the room a few metres onwards. Being as quiet as she could she listened to a man and woman speak in what she guessed was Spanish. Their exchanged words went in one of her ears and out the other. Foreign languages were beyond her.
Stepping on a creaking board she cursed mentally as the talking suddenly halted to a stop and the man and woman turned to stare at her. Emily smiled weakly and was about to explain why she was standing outside their door wrapped in a sheet and cloak in the very very very early hours of the morning when she was pulled into the room by four firm hands. The woman who had been holding the whimpering child thrust him into her arms pleadingly. Gregor was the young boys' name and during his short stay she had become quite attached to him. Cradling him gently in her arms she overlooked his body, which was covered in an awful red rash. Emily's eyes widened in horror as she examined it fearfully having never seen anything like it in her life.
Gregor moaned and still trying to block out his mother's constant speech Emily held a cold hand to his forehead. Pulling away quickly she found herself surprised at the boiling sensation that had instantly mingled with her flesh. He was burning up. It was obvious to even her who had absolutely no medical education whatsoever.
Laying the flushed child down on the closest cot she made to run from the room. The woman, not understating, tried to hold her back yelling pleas of help out to her. Emily turned to her and spoke clearly and slowly. "I need to go and get some water. Your son is most likely got a fever. He needs to be cooled now." She scanned the woman's eyes begging her to grasp what she was saying. "Do you understand?" it was obvious she didn't have a clue what was being said but let Emily go anyway. Slightly relieved Emily spun around and dashed off to the galley.
Grabbing a small basin and a bottle of water she ran back into the room, rather shocked no one had awoken from all the noise. Taking a seat at the end of the cot she placed the metal basin on her knee and emptied the cool water into it. Tearing a strip of material from her sheet she began to dab at Gregor's sweltering forehead. He wriggled and groaned and Emily had a hard time trying to hold him still. Thoughts ran through her head. Maybe she should go and get her parents or Jack. After all Jack, being a pirate and all must have treated many fevers and would definitely know more about them than her. But.it couldn't be that serious.could it?
Despite the nagging voice in the back of her head she stuck by his side keeping him as cool as possible and talking meaningless comforts. It felt like hours had past when Emily found herself hearing familiar voices. Still continuing to dab at Gregor's head she turned her neck slightly to see her mother talking to the woman, her Father by her Mother's side and Jack right behind her. Unsure where they had come from and how long they had been standing there she turned back to tending to the heat spell that had overtaken the little boy.
Taking a seat on the cot Jacks eyes met hers briefly and he offered his hand for the basin and cloth. Emily made to refuse when she finally became aware of how tired she actually was. Stifling a yawn she placed the basin on the bed and handed him the damp material. He nodded stiffly and set to work without a word. Yawning freely Emily seated herself on the cot next door and leant back against the sturdy wood. Keeping her already half closed eyes on Jack and Gregor she was amazed at how easily sleep came the second time around.
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Fluttering her eyelids open Emily sat up quickly as her room began to focus. She yawned several times before glancing around the room questioningly. The sheets from the other day had been stripped off all the beds and the ship hade an eerie silence lingering in the air. Confused by the sudden silence she shivered and her eyes continued to dart around the room looking for answers. Footsteps sounded and Elizabeth's head soon appeared around the door. Without a second glance, her Mother's eyes confirmed Emily's fears. Those liquid brown eyes, mirror image of her own, held a dreadful and heart wrenching expression.
Something had happened last night while she was sleeping. Something bad. Unable to bear the sadness in her Mother's eyes she dropped her gaze and in seconds Elizabeth was by her side holding her in a big hug. Rocking Emily back and forth like she used to do when she was a baby she ran her hands through her daughter's thick brown curls.
"I'm so sorry, Emily. The boy.he passed away." She hugged her tighter. "I know how attached you were to him. I'm-I'm so sorry."
Emily felt a lump forming in her throat as she stiffened. Dead? Gregor was dead? But-But he was only a baby. This couldn't be right. Mother must have made a mistake. But not matter what she told herself the more she thought about it the more it made sense. The disappearing sheets. The empty room. And the still almost dead like silence. She gulped and pulled away from her Mother in a daze. Elizabeth eyed her with worry but Emily failed to notice. Standing up still rather stiffly she made to exit the room when Elizabeth called after her.
"Emily? Are you alright?"
Without turning around she nodded slightly and replied in a faraway voice. "I'm fine."
Still rather disorientated and lightheaded Emily walked up to the deck. Light streamed into her eyes and she shivered slightly, now out in the open. An icy chill washed over her body and she pulled her cloak tighter around her, unable to block out the growing frost continuing to chill her bones.
People stared at her strangely as she passed them and the one's that were familiar with the young girl called out concerned. Their worries went unheard and unnoticed as Emily suddenly froze, gasped for air and collapsed to the floor. People swarmed around her like bees to honey but everything moved in slow motion. The scenery began to swim before her and suddenly blanked out completely.
Authors Note - So it's not as long as some of the others I still like it. Not much speaking though more description. Ho hum. I'm trying to improve my writing skills but is proving more difficult than I thought. *Pats reviewers on the head* I love all of you! *Huggles them* Love Lizzie
Doc - *swarm to the scene* I hear there's a patient. *Glance around*
Me - Emily is sick but..
Doc - * grin evilly* Not her you. The crazy one!
Me - *Scream* No no don't come near me I HATE doctors! Leave me alone! *Pulls out Captain J. Sparrow and Will Turner life size cut outs* Come on come to life! Do it for me!!!!
Jack - * blinks* This isn't the Caribbean
Will - We have to save Miss Swann
Me - *Hits him over the head*
Will - We have to save Miss Daniels
Me - That's more like it
Disclaimer - Much to my disappointment I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean but I do own Emily Jane and Patrick. *Grumble* I wish I owned POTC through. *Sigh* Life can be so unfair. Mean Disney thinks of everything. *Walks of grumbling*
Summary - What if Will and Elizabeth had a daughter? What if she came in possession of a piece of Cortez's cursed treasure? They'd be stupid if they didn't call on a certain pirate captain and what if he had a little surprise of his own? Read to find out!!!!
Authors Note - Yes yes that's enough reviews (for now) *grins evilly* I saw ROTK yesterday and there was not much Orlando time. Not much at all!!!! Grrrrr! Anyway most of you were very sympathetic about my DVD which makes it a whole lot better. Actually yesterday I went to my friends house and it works on her machine. So basically it's just mine that it won't run on. *Sigh* well that's life for ya. Now for your chapter..
Chapter Ten - A Piercing Coldness
A bitter icy chill swept over her already numb body. Pulling her thin blanket around herself tightly Emily hugged her black cloak close and tried to persuade herself to sleep. Two nights had passed since they had rescued the five adults and the small child form the burning wreck. Two long nights where sleep had avoided her. Her eyes felt droopy and heavy but to her exhausted body it was nothing new. She would go to bed with little food inside her stomach, having almost given up food completely, sleep for a short period of time and wake up feeling cold. This pattern was somewhat a new routine. One that she despised with every aching bone in her body.
Trying to think about other thinks she let her mind aimlessly wander. It soon rested on a topic that she had pondered every night since the rescue. Jack had promised to let the Spanish sailors off at the nearest port, which happened to be tree days in the opposite direction. But a promise is a promise and Jack was keeping his word.so far. Her parents weren't at all happy. By reversing three days that delayed them six. Three days there and three days back but Emily didn't mind. More days on the ocean was fine with her.
Unable to take the cold any longer she sat up and wrapped both her cloak and sheet tightly around her slim figure. Shivering although there was no wind she ventured down the passages deciding to pace and try to keep warm instead of just sitting there freezing her bones. Glancing briefly at a blurry porthole located in the galley she shuddered as a wave of artic cold water smashed against the glass. Thinking of deserts and the blistering rays of the sun she continued her walk.
Having long passed the crews sleeping quarters and the Captains cabin she was surprised to hear hushed voices and what couldn't we mistaken as anything but whimpering coming from the room a few metres onwards. Being as quiet as she could she listened to a man and woman speak in what she guessed was Spanish. Their exchanged words went in one of her ears and out the other. Foreign languages were beyond her.
Stepping on a creaking board she cursed mentally as the talking suddenly halted to a stop and the man and woman turned to stare at her. Emily smiled weakly and was about to explain why she was standing outside their door wrapped in a sheet and cloak in the very very very early hours of the morning when she was pulled into the room by four firm hands. The woman who had been holding the whimpering child thrust him into her arms pleadingly. Gregor was the young boys' name and during his short stay she had become quite attached to him. Cradling him gently in her arms she overlooked his body, which was covered in an awful red rash. Emily's eyes widened in horror as she examined it fearfully having never seen anything like it in her life.
Gregor moaned and still trying to block out his mother's constant speech Emily held a cold hand to his forehead. Pulling away quickly she found herself surprised at the boiling sensation that had instantly mingled with her flesh. He was burning up. It was obvious to even her who had absolutely no medical education whatsoever.
Laying the flushed child down on the closest cot she made to run from the room. The woman, not understating, tried to hold her back yelling pleas of help out to her. Emily turned to her and spoke clearly and slowly. "I need to go and get some water. Your son is most likely got a fever. He needs to be cooled now." She scanned the woman's eyes begging her to grasp what she was saying. "Do you understand?" it was obvious she didn't have a clue what was being said but let Emily go anyway. Slightly relieved Emily spun around and dashed off to the galley.
Grabbing a small basin and a bottle of water she ran back into the room, rather shocked no one had awoken from all the noise. Taking a seat at the end of the cot she placed the metal basin on her knee and emptied the cool water into it. Tearing a strip of material from her sheet she began to dab at Gregor's sweltering forehead. He wriggled and groaned and Emily had a hard time trying to hold him still. Thoughts ran through her head. Maybe she should go and get her parents or Jack. After all Jack, being a pirate and all must have treated many fevers and would definitely know more about them than her. But.it couldn't be that serious.could it?
Despite the nagging voice in the back of her head she stuck by his side keeping him as cool as possible and talking meaningless comforts. It felt like hours had past when Emily found herself hearing familiar voices. Still continuing to dab at Gregor's head she turned her neck slightly to see her mother talking to the woman, her Father by her Mother's side and Jack right behind her. Unsure where they had come from and how long they had been standing there she turned back to tending to the heat spell that had overtaken the little boy.
Taking a seat on the cot Jacks eyes met hers briefly and he offered his hand for the basin and cloth. Emily made to refuse when she finally became aware of how tired she actually was. Stifling a yawn she placed the basin on the bed and handed him the damp material. He nodded stiffly and set to work without a word. Yawning freely Emily seated herself on the cot next door and leant back against the sturdy wood. Keeping her already half closed eyes on Jack and Gregor she was amazed at how easily sleep came the second time around.
* * *
Fluttering her eyelids open Emily sat up quickly as her room began to focus. She yawned several times before glancing around the room questioningly. The sheets from the other day had been stripped off all the beds and the ship hade an eerie silence lingering in the air. Confused by the sudden silence she shivered and her eyes continued to dart around the room looking for answers. Footsteps sounded and Elizabeth's head soon appeared around the door. Without a second glance, her Mother's eyes confirmed Emily's fears. Those liquid brown eyes, mirror image of her own, held a dreadful and heart wrenching expression.
Something had happened last night while she was sleeping. Something bad. Unable to bear the sadness in her Mother's eyes she dropped her gaze and in seconds Elizabeth was by her side holding her in a big hug. Rocking Emily back and forth like she used to do when she was a baby she ran her hands through her daughter's thick brown curls.
"I'm so sorry, Emily. The boy.he passed away." She hugged her tighter. "I know how attached you were to him. I'm-I'm so sorry."
Emily felt a lump forming in her throat as she stiffened. Dead? Gregor was dead? But-But he was only a baby. This couldn't be right. Mother must have made a mistake. But not matter what she told herself the more she thought about it the more it made sense. The disappearing sheets. The empty room. And the still almost dead like silence. She gulped and pulled away from her Mother in a daze. Elizabeth eyed her with worry but Emily failed to notice. Standing up still rather stiffly she made to exit the room when Elizabeth called after her.
"Emily? Are you alright?"
Without turning around she nodded slightly and replied in a faraway voice. "I'm fine."
Still rather disorientated and lightheaded Emily walked up to the deck. Light streamed into her eyes and she shivered slightly, now out in the open. An icy chill washed over her body and she pulled her cloak tighter around her, unable to block out the growing frost continuing to chill her bones.
People stared at her strangely as she passed them and the one's that were familiar with the young girl called out concerned. Their worries went unheard and unnoticed as Emily suddenly froze, gasped for air and collapsed to the floor. People swarmed around her like bees to honey but everything moved in slow motion. The scenery began to swim before her and suddenly blanked out completely.
Authors Note - So it's not as long as some of the others I still like it. Not much speaking though more description. Ho hum. I'm trying to improve my writing skills but is proving more difficult than I thought. *Pats reviewers on the head* I love all of you! *Huggles them* Love Lizzie
Doc - *swarm to the scene* I hear there's a patient. *Glance around*
Me - Emily is sick but..
Doc - * grin evilly* Not her you. The crazy one!
Me - *Scream* No no don't come near me I HATE doctors! Leave me alone! *Pulls out Captain J. Sparrow and Will Turner life size cut outs* Come on come to life! Do it for me!!!!
Jack - * blinks* This isn't the Caribbean
Will - We have to save Miss Swann
Me - *Hits him over the head*
Will - We have to save Miss Daniels
Me - That's more like it