Because of a request, I'm going back to Jack, Ana, Will, and
Elizabeth for a short while. I wouldn't normally do this but I will now.
Sorry in advance if you don't like this scene. I think it builds
Elizabeth's and Barbossa's character somewhat which is why I'm doing it.
It also shows the resemblance between Nick and Will: They don't get mad
often but when they do they get really mad. To reviewers:
Luby-Connor-Lizzie: Yay! Thanks.
Anmras: Unfortunately, Jack, Ana, Will and Elizabeth took up this entire chapter. Storm will have to be written later.
Sparrow Quill: Not a bad idea. I might use it depending on whether or not I can find a good place to fit it in. The thing is Tori, being Tori, would almost definitely resist and Nick would also see that. Of course he could be just too shocked to pay attention to that. So I'm thinking about it.
Vicki Turner: Hehe. Here you go.
Elizabeth: Um.... *cowers* I'd rather not answer that question. (About not killing Will off.)
Karin: YAY! Will again! Yeah, sorry about this chapter. I don't know why I did this.
lilitaliandragon: You're absolutely right. This is my reasoning: Nick is like that. He rarely gets aggressive or even assertive and it's not something that can be changed easily. He slips out of his passiveness once but then doesn't stay that way. He can't be changed completely that quickly. It's more something that will happen over time. Plus (even if you can't tell yet) he really likes Tori and he's not about to say anything to her that might make her snap at him more. I guess what I'm trying to say is that that little encounter with Reph didn't really change him, it just slipped him out of character temporarily. And even if he did changed he'd still probably be shy around the person who he likes. Most people are like that.
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Disclaimer: I only own Nick (hugs him), Tori (tries to decide whether or not she is a character worthy of a hug, decides yes and hugs her, too), and Reph (starts fencing with him. FUN!)
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Elizabeth was roughly pushed into a well furnished, big room. Trying to keep her balance, she stared. It didn't look like the kind of room for a prisoner. "Where's Will?" she demanded as one of the pirates untied her wrist.
The pirate didn't answer. Elizabeth shook her hands free of the last bit of rope and put them on her hips. "Where's my husband?" she yelled.
"Temper, dreadful temper," a lazy voice came from behind her.
Elizabeth spun around: Barbossa. He stomach plummeted. She knew exactly what she was here for now and would have preferred the dungeons by a lot. Barbossa nodded to the pirates, "Leave me alone."
Obliging, they exited. Elizabeth stared at Barbossa with the utmost loathing. "What have you done with Will, Jack and Ana?"
Barbossa didn't reply. He was busy taking off his hat and laying it on a bedside table. "Where are they?" Elizabeth's voice was soft and deadly.
Barbossa turned to her. When he spoke his voice was even softer and more menacing than hers. "Listen," his face was inches from hers. She backed away. "Yer husband's life is dependant on what ya chose ta do. Will ya choice the easy way or will ya cause yer husband's death?"
She didn't answer. A sense of fear and helplessness was overcoming her. Her hand touched the doorknob, behind it. She pulled hard. It was locked. Barbossa had cornered her against the wall. His hand ran across her cheek, "It's been so long since I've felt woman-flesh," he muttered.
"Get away from me!" she screamed, lunging forward and managing to push past him.
"Ya can't fight fer long," he was approaching her, "And yer husband's life is hangin' by a thread."
He pulled her into his arms, roughly and then pushed her onto the bed. She fought him as best she could, even trying to use her teeth but it was no good. He was stronger than her. Knife held firmly between his teeth, he straddled the struggling Elizabeth and proceeded to cut the knot holding the bodice of her dress together. Her struggling was getting harder, but she was pinned beneath him and couldn't do much. "Stop strugglin'," Barbossa demanded, undoing his belt, "Or yer dear William dies."
"I don't think so!" another voice interrupted him.
Elizabeth looked to the side as well as she could. Will was standing, framed in the doorway, his sword held in front of him and bleeding from a head wound. He was looking more livid than Elizabeth had ever seen him. In two strides, he had crossed the room and rammed Barbossa off Elizabeth with almost inhuman strength. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her up alongside him. "Will," she whispered in relief and horror.
Her dress which had been cut, fell to the floor leaving her in her under gown and petticoat. She ignored it. Will seemed to gain strength from anger. His eyes were flashing even more than Ana's when she was mad. Ignoring Elizabeth's cry of pain when she saw his wound closer, he half- carried/ half-dragged her from the room, still holding his sword in front of him. They met a few more pirates in the hall. Letting go of Elizabeth, Will fought them, his sword flashing this way and that so fast it was a blur.
There were too many, however. They overpowered Will. He was now bleeding from a small cut on his shoulder as well and looked exhausted and worse for wear. They tied him again as they did Elizabeth. Barbossa came out a few minutes later, breathing hard.
Elizabeth was satisfied to see that his entire face was bruised. He was furious. He approached Will and Elizabeth and then, staying a safe distance from Will, he spat, "This is my ship. Ya will not oppose me here."
He strode determinedly over to Elizabeth as though to teach them a lesson. Will went insane. He fought his captors with tooth and nail lashing out at Barbossa whenever he was close enough to reach him. Barbossa backed away, his eyes not leaving Will. Will stopped as soon as Barbossa was twenty feet away, but he continued breathing like an angry horse.
Barbossa looked quite unsure of what to do. He was starting to fear Will but he couldn't just submit to the rebels. Finally he decided the safer way. "Bring them ta the dungeons," he commanded two of the closest pirates.
They nodded. Will didn't protest. He meekly walked the way he was pushed, hanging his head. They were finally pushed into a cell next to Jack and Ana's. As soon as the pirates left, Will collapsed. Elizabeth immediately knelt beside he and pulled his head into her lap. Tears filled her eyes and fell onto him. "Lizze?" Jack said attentively from the next cell, trying to figure out what was going on.
Elizabeth didn't answer. She held Will close and then gently pushed aside his hair to look at his wound. It was even worse than she had thought. A bloody lump, at least a half-an-inch high, stretched from his forehead to almost the place above his ear. "Oh god," Elizabeth whispered, tearing off a strip of her petticoat to serve as a bandage, "How'd that happen?"
Will eyes flickered open. He looked up at her. "I found out... what Barbossa... was going to do to you," he told her, weakly, "Pirates tried to stop me.... but I wouldn't let them stand between us."
"Your badly wounded Will," she said, firmly, "I'll help you."
"No," he caught her hand with amazing strength despite his awful wound, "I'm as good as dead, Elizabeth."
Her brain knew this but her heart wouldn't let her believe it. "No," her voice wavered, "NO! You'll be fine, Will."
Tears were pouring down her face. "Lizze!" Jack's voice was harder. He pushed his face against the bars of his cell, straining his ears and eyes. Beside him, Ana fought for a place to see, as well.
"I only wish that... I would have more time to... protect you," Will's voice was weakening, "I'm glad that I should die... keeping you safe but I wish... I could do more... for you."
"You won't die," Elizabeth cried.
"WILL!" Jack yelled, finally understanding what was happening.
Elizabeth was blocking him out. All her attention was focused on the man she loved more than anything in the world. "If you ever find Nick...,"Will fought to speak, "Tell him to keep practicing.... He needs to learn."
Elizabeth was too choked up to speak. "I love you, Elizabeth. I always have... and always will."
His hand which had been holding hers so tightly, slipped to the ground and he went limp. "NOOOO!" Elizabeth hid her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably.
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NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Okay, like I said this story writes itself. Not my fault. *Ducks rotten fruit* I promise to make up for this. I'll be gone for five days starting tomorrow during which I'll be unable to post. I promise to have a chapter ready at least by the next day after I return. I'm probably also going to break my word and come back to the parents later on.
Luby-Connor-Lizzie: Yay! Thanks.
Anmras: Unfortunately, Jack, Ana, Will and Elizabeth took up this entire chapter. Storm will have to be written later.
Sparrow Quill: Not a bad idea. I might use it depending on whether or not I can find a good place to fit it in. The thing is Tori, being Tori, would almost definitely resist and Nick would also see that. Of course he could be just too shocked to pay attention to that. So I'm thinking about it.
Vicki Turner: Hehe. Here you go.
Elizabeth: Um.... *cowers* I'd rather not answer that question. (About not killing Will off.)
Karin: YAY! Will again! Yeah, sorry about this chapter. I don't know why I did this.
lilitaliandragon: You're absolutely right. This is my reasoning: Nick is like that. He rarely gets aggressive or even assertive and it's not something that can be changed easily. He slips out of his passiveness once but then doesn't stay that way. He can't be changed completely that quickly. It's more something that will happen over time. Plus (even if you can't tell yet) he really likes Tori and he's not about to say anything to her that might make her snap at him more. I guess what I'm trying to say is that that little encounter with Reph didn't really change him, it just slipped him out of character temporarily. And even if he did changed he'd still probably be shy around the person who he likes. Most people are like that.
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Disclaimer: I only own Nick (hugs him), Tori (tries to decide whether or not she is a character worthy of a hug, decides yes and hugs her, too), and Reph (starts fencing with him. FUN!)
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Elizabeth was roughly pushed into a well furnished, big room. Trying to keep her balance, she stared. It didn't look like the kind of room for a prisoner. "Where's Will?" she demanded as one of the pirates untied her wrist.
The pirate didn't answer. Elizabeth shook her hands free of the last bit of rope and put them on her hips. "Where's my husband?" she yelled.
"Temper, dreadful temper," a lazy voice came from behind her.
Elizabeth spun around: Barbossa. He stomach plummeted. She knew exactly what she was here for now and would have preferred the dungeons by a lot. Barbossa nodded to the pirates, "Leave me alone."
Obliging, they exited. Elizabeth stared at Barbossa with the utmost loathing. "What have you done with Will, Jack and Ana?"
Barbossa didn't reply. He was busy taking off his hat and laying it on a bedside table. "Where are they?" Elizabeth's voice was soft and deadly.
Barbossa turned to her. When he spoke his voice was even softer and more menacing than hers. "Listen," his face was inches from hers. She backed away. "Yer husband's life is dependant on what ya chose ta do. Will ya choice the easy way or will ya cause yer husband's death?"
She didn't answer. A sense of fear and helplessness was overcoming her. Her hand touched the doorknob, behind it. She pulled hard. It was locked. Barbossa had cornered her against the wall. His hand ran across her cheek, "It's been so long since I've felt woman-flesh," he muttered.
"Get away from me!" she screamed, lunging forward and managing to push past him.
"Ya can't fight fer long," he was approaching her, "And yer husband's life is hangin' by a thread."
He pulled her into his arms, roughly and then pushed her onto the bed. She fought him as best she could, even trying to use her teeth but it was no good. He was stronger than her. Knife held firmly between his teeth, he straddled the struggling Elizabeth and proceeded to cut the knot holding the bodice of her dress together. Her struggling was getting harder, but she was pinned beneath him and couldn't do much. "Stop strugglin'," Barbossa demanded, undoing his belt, "Or yer dear William dies."
"I don't think so!" another voice interrupted him.
Elizabeth looked to the side as well as she could. Will was standing, framed in the doorway, his sword held in front of him and bleeding from a head wound. He was looking more livid than Elizabeth had ever seen him. In two strides, he had crossed the room and rammed Barbossa off Elizabeth with almost inhuman strength. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her up alongside him. "Will," she whispered in relief and horror.
Her dress which had been cut, fell to the floor leaving her in her under gown and petticoat. She ignored it. Will seemed to gain strength from anger. His eyes were flashing even more than Ana's when she was mad. Ignoring Elizabeth's cry of pain when she saw his wound closer, he half- carried/ half-dragged her from the room, still holding his sword in front of him. They met a few more pirates in the hall. Letting go of Elizabeth, Will fought them, his sword flashing this way and that so fast it was a blur.
There were too many, however. They overpowered Will. He was now bleeding from a small cut on his shoulder as well and looked exhausted and worse for wear. They tied him again as they did Elizabeth. Barbossa came out a few minutes later, breathing hard.
Elizabeth was satisfied to see that his entire face was bruised. He was furious. He approached Will and Elizabeth and then, staying a safe distance from Will, he spat, "This is my ship. Ya will not oppose me here."
He strode determinedly over to Elizabeth as though to teach them a lesson. Will went insane. He fought his captors with tooth and nail lashing out at Barbossa whenever he was close enough to reach him. Barbossa backed away, his eyes not leaving Will. Will stopped as soon as Barbossa was twenty feet away, but he continued breathing like an angry horse.
Barbossa looked quite unsure of what to do. He was starting to fear Will but he couldn't just submit to the rebels. Finally he decided the safer way. "Bring them ta the dungeons," he commanded two of the closest pirates.
They nodded. Will didn't protest. He meekly walked the way he was pushed, hanging his head. They were finally pushed into a cell next to Jack and Ana's. As soon as the pirates left, Will collapsed. Elizabeth immediately knelt beside he and pulled his head into her lap. Tears filled her eyes and fell onto him. "Lizze?" Jack said attentively from the next cell, trying to figure out what was going on.
Elizabeth didn't answer. She held Will close and then gently pushed aside his hair to look at his wound. It was even worse than she had thought. A bloody lump, at least a half-an-inch high, stretched from his forehead to almost the place above his ear. "Oh god," Elizabeth whispered, tearing off a strip of her petticoat to serve as a bandage, "How'd that happen?"
Will eyes flickered open. He looked up at her. "I found out... what Barbossa... was going to do to you," he told her, weakly, "Pirates tried to stop me.... but I wouldn't let them stand between us."
"Your badly wounded Will," she said, firmly, "I'll help you."
"No," he caught her hand with amazing strength despite his awful wound, "I'm as good as dead, Elizabeth."
Her brain knew this but her heart wouldn't let her believe it. "No," her voice wavered, "NO! You'll be fine, Will."
Tears were pouring down her face. "Lizze!" Jack's voice was harder. He pushed his face against the bars of his cell, straining his ears and eyes. Beside him, Ana fought for a place to see, as well.
"I only wish that... I would have more time to... protect you," Will's voice was weakening, "I'm glad that I should die... keeping you safe but I wish... I could do more... for you."
"You won't die," Elizabeth cried.
"WILL!" Jack yelled, finally understanding what was happening.
Elizabeth was blocking him out. All her attention was focused on the man she loved more than anything in the world. "If you ever find Nick...,"Will fought to speak, "Tell him to keep practicing.... He needs to learn."
Elizabeth was too choked up to speak. "I love you, Elizabeth. I always have... and always will."
His hand which had been holding hers so tightly, slipped to the ground and he went limp. "NOOOO!" Elizabeth hid her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably.
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NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Okay, like I said this story writes itself. Not my fault. *Ducks rotten fruit* I promise to make up for this. I'll be gone for five days starting tomorrow during which I'll be unable to post. I promise to have a chapter ready at least by the next day after I return. I'm probably also going to break my word and come back to the parents later on.