A/N- I'm back! ^_^ the flight *to* Boston was fine; they even had Pirates
of the Caribbean as the in-flight movie! It was the flight back that was
whacked. To put it simply, the airline re-routed us because of bad weather,
and we ended up being stuck in the country's capital overnight. O_o''' (And
by the way, Washington D.C. sucked. Most of the people who we asked for
help were really stupid, and the weather was miserable. "Our country's
capital is screwed," I wonder what that says?!) the feature-length version
of events is loads longer, and pretty funny, so if you would like to hear
it, or if you just want to chat, drop me a line at
plushie_and_proud@hotmail.com. Brilliant, no? Anyway, write me and
contribute to the "Make Elwyn Feel Loved" fund.
Love you all, wish I was in England,
~El
P.S. I don't want to see another bloody airplane for at least three months. . .
*~*~*~
Will woke the next morning to find the room he, Elizabeth, Anamaria, and Jack were sharing very still. It took him a moment to register where he was. Someone had drawn the curtains over the windows, and the only way he could tell it was daylight was a gap in one of then curtains that let the sun filter in. He yawned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Jack's cot was empty, which meant he was probably already on deck, and due to the lack of commotion, most were still asleep. Gently throwing tossing the bed sheets of him, and was about to stand up when he felt Elizabeth stir beside him.
"Where are you going?" She murmured sleepily. Will put a hand on her forehead and brushed away a few stray locks of hair.
"Just onto the deck to speak with Jack," he whispered back. "Stay in here a little longer. You need some more sleep." He stood up and drew the extra sheets over her. Slipping on his shoes, he quietly opened the door. Ever since Barbossa had first kidnapped Elizabeth, things had seemed to move in a dream. He hadn't kept track exactly, but in a week, give or take, he had, as Jack was always quick to remind him, become a pirate. He closed to door behind him and began to walk up a small fleet of stairs. He was starting to become comfortable with the idea that his father had been a pirate, and that Jack had been as close as a brother. Sure, he trusted Jack with his life, but when he had first met him, his flamboyant personality had caught him off guard. He was far from the ideal pirate, with his swaying walk and expressive hand gestures. Shaking his head at the thought, he stepped onto the deck, and was met with a flood of sunlight. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but when they did, he smiled. Elizabeth was going to love this. The water was remarkably clear. It was the perfect example of how the Caribbean should look. The sky held only the barest trace of clouds, and those were being blown away by the wind that was making the sails billow.
The sails were fixed.
Will turned to see Jack at the wheel, a hand on his hip.
"Jack, when were these fixed?" He called, taking another look at them. The ragged and torn gray ones had been replaced with new ones of brilliant white.
"Yesterday in the afty," he called back. "It's remarkable how many supplies he had hidden away." He spoke seriously, and the two stood looking at one another before Jack's face broke into a grin. "It's *great* to be captain again!" Will grinned back, and walked over to him, glancing at the horizon.
"Most of me crew's still asleep. Don't blame 'em though. Still morning. We'll be in Tortuga early evening, I'd give it."
"What are you planning to do there? It isn't just for supplies and rum, is it?" Will spoke in casual tones, but the pirate was having none of it. Jack shrugged dismissivly.
"Give it up, lad. Number one, I'm not telling you anything, and number two, rum *is* a supply." With a flourish of his hand, he dug into a pocket and pulled out a small looking glass, and a thin, short, black stick partly wrapped in material. Will leaned in a little, his brow furrowed slightly.
"What's that?" Jack raised the mirror eye-level.
"Kohl." He drew a curved line underneath his eye and smudged it with a finger.
"Why do you do that?" He finished doing his other eye, and turned to Will.
"It makes me look exotic." He said with utter seriousness. Will burst out laughing.
"You're mad!"
"Probably," he replied, beginning to put it away. Suddenly, he paused, and looked up, giving will a sideways glance. The familiar smirk was starting to tug at the corners of his mouth.
"Let me put some on you." Will's mirth died, and he gave Jack and uneasy look.
"On me."
"Yeah." Jack nodded enthusiastically.
"I'll end up looking like a raccoon." Said Will, shaking his head.
No no no, no you won't, just as long as you stand still." He put his hands on the young man's shoulders. "Just stand there, like that." Will sighed, and did so, praying it would wash with water. That was another thing that unnerved him about Jack. He fancied wearing woman's make-up. He'd known a few to line their eyes, but never a man.
"Stop blinking!"
"I can't, it feels strange. Don't put it so close to my eye!"
"If you don't stop, I'm going to poke your bloody eye out!" Half-heartedly, Will tried his best not to turn away as Jack continued to apply it. After what seemed like an eternity, Jack held up a mirror.
He looked. . . different. Not bad, actually, but different.
"Look's good."
Will took the mirror, and studied his face closer. "I can't believe I'm wearing this."
"Do you like it?"
"It's not bad, I suppose." Jack put a hand on his shoulder.
"I can't wait to see the expression on Elizabeth's face." He began to walk off, ignoring Will's sputter of protest. Before he could retaliate, however, Jack turned back, his face serious.
"What do you think caused the fire last night?"
Will shrugged.
"Accident, I thought." He frowned slightly. "What do you know about it?"
"It wasn't accident."
"What tells you that?"
"Gunpowder isn't kept anywhere near the mansion. It makes no sense." He sighed. "Tell Elizabeth not to worry, will you? Oh, and be careful not to wake Ana up. She stayed up while I got some rest last night."
*~*~*~*
Anamaria woke up in the afternoon, wasting no time to join everyone on the deck. Even though they had only been at sea for less than a day as the crew of the Black Pearl, it was definitely taking a turn for the better, she thought. They hadn't been held up last night, and the supplies they had found on the ship had proved to be very useful. Okay, so Jack still owed her a ship, but she would bring that up later. She held in her hands two swords, one meant for Elizabeth, the other for herself. She had elected to help the woman learn to fight with the blade, and was waiting for her to finish changing into a spare of men's clothing that Anamaria owned.
"Morning, Anamaria." She smirked when she saw Will. Jack really needed to keep his ideas of fashion to himself.
"Looking good, Will." His smile turned to a slight frown.
"Jack's idea, not mine."
"I figured. Did he mention to you that it's near impossible to get off?" Ana tried to keep her face straight at Will's face turned wary.
"What?" She burst out laughing.
"I'm just joking." Honestly, he had so much to learn. They stood in silence for a moment, and it wasn't long after that Elizabeth reappeared on deck, tying her hair in a knot at the base of her neck.
"How does it fit?"
"Fine. It's a lot easier to move around in." Elizabeth straightened the tunic, and pulled up the sleeves a little, looking at both of them. She studied Will for a moment, and said, smiling, "Interesting."
Will sighed heavily as he watched them walk away, over to a more open spot on the deck. Next chance he was getting, he decided he would either wash the kohl off, or throw Jack overboard. Currently, he fancied the second option. Turning around, he saw Mr.Cotton's parrot bobbing up and down quite madly on the ship's railing.
"Swaaaaaak, shiver me timbers!" Will raised an eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest.
"You too, huh?" The parrot just blinked at him, cocking his head to one side. The man sighed, shaking his head.
*~*~*~*
He couldn't understand why anyone wouldn't want to go ashore. All the same, a large amount of the crew had decided to stay behind. Will had never liked it, and Elizabeth would probably die, Jack thought. Yes, she'd just *love* Giselle. What a cheery meeting that would be. . .
Gibbs went along, as did a couple others. It wasn't a grand turn out, by a long shot, but that really didn't matter. It was a clear evening, and the stars stood out against the night sky. What could have been a tranquil moment was killed by the shouting and noise of fights and whatnot. Pushing the doors to the tavern open, he pushed through a crowd, and finally made his way to the counter. Mr. Gibbs offered to pay for the drinks, and they found a table in the corner. Reclining, Jack put his feet on the table.
"You know, Elizabeth never told Will how I got off the island. Far as I know, he still might be thinking I rode sea turtles." Gibbs choked a little on his swallow of rum.
"Er, about that. . . come to think of it, you never even told me."
"My escape was extremely difficult, I've tell you that." The truth? Now where was the fun in *that*? He was about to say something else, but he felt someone tap his shoulder. Giselle leaned down, and whispered, "I wouldn't linger for very much longer. There are people looking for you."
"Not worried. Have you got it?" She handed him a piece of paper, which he took and shoved in a pocket of his coat. "Thanks, love."
"I would have given it to you the last time, but I was a little upset." She straightened up, tossing her hair.
"Don't worry. Completely slipped my mind. How'd you come across it, by the way?"
"He thought it of no value." She smiled, and kissed Jack. "I've got to be going now. See you soon, maybe?"
"Maybe." He watched her walk off.
"What was that about?" Mr. Gibbs asked, puzzled.
"Nothing you need worry about." Jack took a deep drink from his mug. "Just a little something I lost a long while ago. That's all."
And now that I've gotten it back, it's time to play hide and seek, he thought, smiling grimly.
*~*~*~*
Elizabeth took a small bite of bread, chewing it thoughtfully.
"If it bothers you that much, why don't you tell him?" Anamaria shook her head.
"I doubt he'd listen. I've thought about it, but he's happy with the life he's living now. If he'd like to spend time in the company of Giselle and other. . . woman like that, that's his choice, and there isn't anything I can do to make him think otherwise."
"Well, at least letting him know you care for him would be a start." Ana snorted, a half-smile playing around her face.
"I'm not up to doing that." She shrugged. "I think I'm going to try and get some rest; sleep well." She cursed herself as she turned away, making for the cabin. She wasn't one for showing weakness, so why this, all of a sudden? Hadn't she given up a while ago?
Funny, the things you hold on to after seven years.
*~*~*~*
O_O I'm on C0hristmas break, so I'll try to start writing as many chapters as I can!!!!
Love you all, wish I was in England,
~El
P.S. I don't want to see another bloody airplane for at least three months. . .
*~*~*~
Will woke the next morning to find the room he, Elizabeth, Anamaria, and Jack were sharing very still. It took him a moment to register where he was. Someone had drawn the curtains over the windows, and the only way he could tell it was daylight was a gap in one of then curtains that let the sun filter in. He yawned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Jack's cot was empty, which meant he was probably already on deck, and due to the lack of commotion, most were still asleep. Gently throwing tossing the bed sheets of him, and was about to stand up when he felt Elizabeth stir beside him.
"Where are you going?" She murmured sleepily. Will put a hand on her forehead and brushed away a few stray locks of hair.
"Just onto the deck to speak with Jack," he whispered back. "Stay in here a little longer. You need some more sleep." He stood up and drew the extra sheets over her. Slipping on his shoes, he quietly opened the door. Ever since Barbossa had first kidnapped Elizabeth, things had seemed to move in a dream. He hadn't kept track exactly, but in a week, give or take, he had, as Jack was always quick to remind him, become a pirate. He closed to door behind him and began to walk up a small fleet of stairs. He was starting to become comfortable with the idea that his father had been a pirate, and that Jack had been as close as a brother. Sure, he trusted Jack with his life, but when he had first met him, his flamboyant personality had caught him off guard. He was far from the ideal pirate, with his swaying walk and expressive hand gestures. Shaking his head at the thought, he stepped onto the deck, and was met with a flood of sunlight. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but when they did, he smiled. Elizabeth was going to love this. The water was remarkably clear. It was the perfect example of how the Caribbean should look. The sky held only the barest trace of clouds, and those were being blown away by the wind that was making the sails billow.
The sails were fixed.
Will turned to see Jack at the wheel, a hand on his hip.
"Jack, when were these fixed?" He called, taking another look at them. The ragged and torn gray ones had been replaced with new ones of brilliant white.
"Yesterday in the afty," he called back. "It's remarkable how many supplies he had hidden away." He spoke seriously, and the two stood looking at one another before Jack's face broke into a grin. "It's *great* to be captain again!" Will grinned back, and walked over to him, glancing at the horizon.
"Most of me crew's still asleep. Don't blame 'em though. Still morning. We'll be in Tortuga early evening, I'd give it."
"What are you planning to do there? It isn't just for supplies and rum, is it?" Will spoke in casual tones, but the pirate was having none of it. Jack shrugged dismissivly.
"Give it up, lad. Number one, I'm not telling you anything, and number two, rum *is* a supply." With a flourish of his hand, he dug into a pocket and pulled out a small looking glass, and a thin, short, black stick partly wrapped in material. Will leaned in a little, his brow furrowed slightly.
"What's that?" Jack raised the mirror eye-level.
"Kohl." He drew a curved line underneath his eye and smudged it with a finger.
"Why do you do that?" He finished doing his other eye, and turned to Will.
"It makes me look exotic." He said with utter seriousness. Will burst out laughing.
"You're mad!"
"Probably," he replied, beginning to put it away. Suddenly, he paused, and looked up, giving will a sideways glance. The familiar smirk was starting to tug at the corners of his mouth.
"Let me put some on you." Will's mirth died, and he gave Jack and uneasy look.
"On me."
"Yeah." Jack nodded enthusiastically.
"I'll end up looking like a raccoon." Said Will, shaking his head.
No no no, no you won't, just as long as you stand still." He put his hands on the young man's shoulders. "Just stand there, like that." Will sighed, and did so, praying it would wash with water. That was another thing that unnerved him about Jack. He fancied wearing woman's make-up. He'd known a few to line their eyes, but never a man.
"Stop blinking!"
"I can't, it feels strange. Don't put it so close to my eye!"
"If you don't stop, I'm going to poke your bloody eye out!" Half-heartedly, Will tried his best not to turn away as Jack continued to apply it. After what seemed like an eternity, Jack held up a mirror.
He looked. . . different. Not bad, actually, but different.
"Look's good."
Will took the mirror, and studied his face closer. "I can't believe I'm wearing this."
"Do you like it?"
"It's not bad, I suppose." Jack put a hand on his shoulder.
"I can't wait to see the expression on Elizabeth's face." He began to walk off, ignoring Will's sputter of protest. Before he could retaliate, however, Jack turned back, his face serious.
"What do you think caused the fire last night?"
Will shrugged.
"Accident, I thought." He frowned slightly. "What do you know about it?"
"It wasn't accident."
"What tells you that?"
"Gunpowder isn't kept anywhere near the mansion. It makes no sense." He sighed. "Tell Elizabeth not to worry, will you? Oh, and be careful not to wake Ana up. She stayed up while I got some rest last night."
*~*~*~*
Anamaria woke up in the afternoon, wasting no time to join everyone on the deck. Even though they had only been at sea for less than a day as the crew of the Black Pearl, it was definitely taking a turn for the better, she thought. They hadn't been held up last night, and the supplies they had found on the ship had proved to be very useful. Okay, so Jack still owed her a ship, but she would bring that up later. She held in her hands two swords, one meant for Elizabeth, the other for herself. She had elected to help the woman learn to fight with the blade, and was waiting for her to finish changing into a spare of men's clothing that Anamaria owned.
"Morning, Anamaria." She smirked when she saw Will. Jack really needed to keep his ideas of fashion to himself.
"Looking good, Will." His smile turned to a slight frown.
"Jack's idea, not mine."
"I figured. Did he mention to you that it's near impossible to get off?" Ana tried to keep her face straight at Will's face turned wary.
"What?" She burst out laughing.
"I'm just joking." Honestly, he had so much to learn. They stood in silence for a moment, and it wasn't long after that Elizabeth reappeared on deck, tying her hair in a knot at the base of her neck.
"How does it fit?"
"Fine. It's a lot easier to move around in." Elizabeth straightened the tunic, and pulled up the sleeves a little, looking at both of them. She studied Will for a moment, and said, smiling, "Interesting."
Will sighed heavily as he watched them walk away, over to a more open spot on the deck. Next chance he was getting, he decided he would either wash the kohl off, or throw Jack overboard. Currently, he fancied the second option. Turning around, he saw Mr.Cotton's parrot bobbing up and down quite madly on the ship's railing.
"Swaaaaaak, shiver me timbers!" Will raised an eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest.
"You too, huh?" The parrot just blinked at him, cocking his head to one side. The man sighed, shaking his head.
*~*~*~*
He couldn't understand why anyone wouldn't want to go ashore. All the same, a large amount of the crew had decided to stay behind. Will had never liked it, and Elizabeth would probably die, Jack thought. Yes, she'd just *love* Giselle. What a cheery meeting that would be. . .
Gibbs went along, as did a couple others. It wasn't a grand turn out, by a long shot, but that really didn't matter. It was a clear evening, and the stars stood out against the night sky. What could have been a tranquil moment was killed by the shouting and noise of fights and whatnot. Pushing the doors to the tavern open, he pushed through a crowd, and finally made his way to the counter. Mr. Gibbs offered to pay for the drinks, and they found a table in the corner. Reclining, Jack put his feet on the table.
"You know, Elizabeth never told Will how I got off the island. Far as I know, he still might be thinking I rode sea turtles." Gibbs choked a little on his swallow of rum.
"Er, about that. . . come to think of it, you never even told me."
"My escape was extremely difficult, I've tell you that." The truth? Now where was the fun in *that*? He was about to say something else, but he felt someone tap his shoulder. Giselle leaned down, and whispered, "I wouldn't linger for very much longer. There are people looking for you."
"Not worried. Have you got it?" She handed him a piece of paper, which he took and shoved in a pocket of his coat. "Thanks, love."
"I would have given it to you the last time, but I was a little upset." She straightened up, tossing her hair.
"Don't worry. Completely slipped my mind. How'd you come across it, by the way?"
"He thought it of no value." She smiled, and kissed Jack. "I've got to be going now. See you soon, maybe?"
"Maybe." He watched her walk off.
"What was that about?" Mr. Gibbs asked, puzzled.
"Nothing you need worry about." Jack took a deep drink from his mug. "Just a little something I lost a long while ago. That's all."
And now that I've gotten it back, it's time to play hide and seek, he thought, smiling grimly.
*~*~*~*
Elizabeth took a small bite of bread, chewing it thoughtfully.
"If it bothers you that much, why don't you tell him?" Anamaria shook her head.
"I doubt he'd listen. I've thought about it, but he's happy with the life he's living now. If he'd like to spend time in the company of Giselle and other. . . woman like that, that's his choice, and there isn't anything I can do to make him think otherwise."
"Well, at least letting him know you care for him would be a start." Ana snorted, a half-smile playing around her face.
"I'm not up to doing that." She shrugged. "I think I'm going to try and get some rest; sleep well." She cursed herself as she turned away, making for the cabin. She wasn't one for showing weakness, so why this, all of a sudden? Hadn't she given up a while ago?
Funny, the things you hold on to after seven years.
*~*~*~*
O_O I'm on C0hristmas break, so I'll try to start writing as many chapters as I can!!!!