So I worked on this while I was gone and got two chapters finished so
I'll post the next one in a few days. You guys have such little trust in
me. Do you really think I would kill Will? I'm an obsessive Orlando Bloom
fan-girl. REALLY! Hehe. By the way "going limp" is not the same thing as
dieing, thank you very much. To reviewers:
Anmras: Hehe. Over reaction? *smiles sheepishly* Keep reading.
me: Updating now! I really can't imagine Will breathing like an angry horse but it's funny so it works.
Karin: Thanks for trusting me. Keep reading and find out.
zeldagrl436: Maybe, maybe not.
Yakkorat: Um yeah. See, I can't use your idea exactly since I wrote this while I was on vacation and hadn't read your review yet but we were thinking along the same lines. Okay so this story doesn't really write itself: I have a lot planned out but I'm just not sure how to work it all in. I'm overly melodramatic, aren't I? Hehe. Oh yeah. I'm an idiot. I did know brig (I know a few parts of the ship even though I'd like to learn more) but I must have missed it when I was reading it over. Don't hold that against me, it was a careless mistake.
Vicki Turner: Who says that Will died?
Baby Goo Goo 2: Whoa, there's a lot of people reading this story now.
Sparrow Quill: *Dodges fruit* Hey, that's not very nice. Will is so much hotter than Jack. *Runs away from all the Johnny Depp fan girls.* I like the Nick and Tori parts better, too but people request the parents part. Probably not going back to them for awhile now, though. (That is after this.)
Reese Sparrow: *Slaps* I'M A WILL LOVER, TOO! I guess I really don't act like it (Will's fun to do things to. Hehe.) Just for that I'm going to kill Jack. Just kidding. Keep reading despite my slapping.
That took a long time.
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Disclaimer: I don't own POTC. (I wish I did.)
***
"Lizzie," Jack's voice was urgent.
She didn't reply. Pressing himself hard against the bars of his cell, Jack pushed his arm into Elizabeth's cell and found Will's wrist. He held it for a moment and then straightened up. "He's got a pulse, Lizzie," he informed her.
"What?" Elizabeth sobbed.
"He's not dead," Jack stood up, "At least not yet. But if he's goin' ta live he needs a doctor, now."
"Then it's hopeless," Elizabeth turned her tear-stained face to him, "There's no-one on this bloody ship who's willing to help. I know only a very little of medicine and I can't do anything without equipment."
"All ships 'ave a doctor," Jack murmured, more to himself than her, "The Black Pearl 'as one. They 'ave ta 'ave one here."
With that, he grabbed the bars of the cell and began shaking them with all him might. It resulted in a big racket. Anamaria and Elizabeth immediately clapped their hands over there ears. "What the bloody 'ell are ya doin'?" Ana yelled up at Jack.
"Tryin' ta draw attention," Jack called back, continuing, "Maybe we can convince one of those bloody pirates ta bring 'im ta a doctor."
"They don't care if he dies," Ana screamed, "They'll only be happy. We shouldn't let Barbossa know Will is this hurt. It'll put Elizabeth in danger again."
"Not if I can help it," Jack furrowed his brow, "I don't intend ta fail my friend."
Within a few minutes, three pirates appeared in the brig. They stared at Jack for a moment. "What'd ya want?" one finally asked, "Shut the 'ell up."
"Bring yer doctor down here, bastard," Jack yelled at him, letting go of the bars.
The pirate jumped back. He hadn't expected Jack to yell out. "Why da ya want a doctor?" he narrowed his eyes.
"Turner's wounded," Jack called back.
"It's his own bloody fault."
Jack wasn't standing for this anymore. Even though he was behind bars, he seemed to tower over Barbossa's crewmembers. "If this man dies on yer boat I can assure ya that not only will my ship, the Black Pearl be after ya but the whole Royal Navy. This man is a subject of the British crown and the son-in-law of the Governor of Port Royal. He dies and ya'll wish ya had the curse on ya that was on yer fathers."
The pirates backed away, unsure of themselves. Finally, the leader of the three seemed to make a decision. "I'll go get our doctor," he told Jack and they left.
***
A sheet of rain drenched Tori as she stood manning the tiller on the deck of the Black Pearl. Shaking her head, she tried to get her hair out of her face. It was sticking. She strained her eyes, through the downpour, trying to see the progress of the ship. It was impossible. She could barely see two feet ahead of her. A soaking Gibbs stumbled up to her, as the ship jerked. Grabbing onto the railing, he yelled something to her that she couldn't hear. "WHAT?" she called.
Gibbs managed to get closer to her, "The sails will burst any minute. We need ta cut them loose."
Tori nodded. "We need the lightest person in this weather," Gibbs continued, "Will ya climb up the mast and do it? I'll take the tiller from ya."
Tori nodded, again and let Gibbs take over from her. Grabbing the railing, she used it to support her until she was even with the main mast. Then, bracing herself, she let go of the railing and fought against the wind until she had reached the mast.
Grabbing the rigging, she began to climb. She reached the top in a few minutes. The sails were taunt and full. Pulling the dagger out of her sleeves, she reached out to cut the ropes holding them. At that moment, the wind hit her full blast and she was thrown against the mast. There was an enormous crack and to Tori's horror the main mast started to fall. She screamed and held on as best she could. The fall seemed to take ages. Her stomach plummeted. She was falling to her death. She closed her eyes waiting for contact with the icy, cold, gray waters. It didn't come.
The ship had stopped the mast's progress and now she was dangling a few feet above the water, each second threatening to pull her off and lose her to the sea. She struggled to get a better hold on the mast. A wave came up from behind and submerged her in water for a few minutes. She finally emerged, coughing and gasping for breath. She suddenly thought she heard her name being called.
Fighting to keep her head above water, as she was again doused by a wave, she strained her ears and heard it again; sure that it was not her imagination this time. She turned her head and saw Nick standing at the edge of where the mast had fallen, fighting the wind, and calling her name. "Nick!" she cried out.
Water filled her mouth and lungs again and she choked. Nick had started out towards her, using the mast as a bridge. His progress was slow: he had to crawl on fours, carefully so not to fall off. The ship plunged again. Tori was submerged for what seemed like the hundredth time and Nick had to grab on to the first piece of rigging he saw, so not to fall. Even so, he just barely avoided it. He slipped, but caught his balance again.
He finally got within a few feet of Tori and held out one of his hands. "Grab on," he called out.
Tori reached out but slipped off the mast as it jerked. "Tori!" Nick yelled and made a wild grab.
He caught her wrist and she held on. Her other hand came up and held on, too. With his strength, Nick pulled her up onto the mast. She was gasping. Letting go if the mast completely, save his legs, Nick help her get onto on top of the mast the way he was. Breathing hard, Tori leaned against him. She was drenched to the skin and shivering. The mast creaked. "Tori," Nick whispered urgently, "We have to get back onto the ship."
Tori didn't reply. She was just barely conscious and fighting for it. Wrapping an arm around her waist, Nick pulled her alongside him as he fought to reach the ship. He was even slower than before. Tori was heavy, her weight stopping her from moving almost completely. But he refused to let her go. Gritting his teeth, he pushed forward, and continued pulling her.
A few feet from the deck, the mast cracked and began to fall beneath Tori and Nick. With a last effort to save both of them, Nick grabbed the railing and held on. The mast fell out from beneath them into the frothing waves. Nick was left gripping the railing, Tori flung unceremoniously over his shoulder. He shook his head trying to get the rain from is eyes. His strength was draining from him and it was only a matter of time before he fell.
Suddenly a hand gripped his and pulled both him and Tori onto the deck. Gibbs stood aside as Tori, suddenly revived, coughed up water. Nick was breathing hard. "Thank you," he gasped to Gibbs.
"Thank YOU for savin' the daughter of our captain," Gibbs yelled back over the noise of the storm.
He reached for Tori's arm and supported her so that she could grasp the railing. She threw up more water over the side and then lost consciousness. Gibbs caught her as she fell. The ship dipped again and Nick swayed. He wasn't feeling well himself. "Go down ta yer cabin," Gibbs told him, following him with Tori.
Nick nodded and stumbled across the deck and down the ladder to his private cabin. He heard Gibbs softly walk the other way to put Tori in her room. Nick managed to make it into his cabin before collapsing on is bed.
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Yeah so I'm extremely melodramatic. Sorry for that. Hope you like it anyway. I won't be going back to the parents, at least for a while. Please review!
Anmras: Hehe. Over reaction? *smiles sheepishly* Keep reading.
me: Updating now! I really can't imagine Will breathing like an angry horse but it's funny so it works.
Karin: Thanks for trusting me. Keep reading and find out.
zeldagrl436: Maybe, maybe not.
Yakkorat: Um yeah. See, I can't use your idea exactly since I wrote this while I was on vacation and hadn't read your review yet but we were thinking along the same lines. Okay so this story doesn't really write itself: I have a lot planned out but I'm just not sure how to work it all in. I'm overly melodramatic, aren't I? Hehe. Oh yeah. I'm an idiot. I did know brig (I know a few parts of the ship even though I'd like to learn more) but I must have missed it when I was reading it over. Don't hold that against me, it was a careless mistake.
Vicki Turner: Who says that Will died?
Baby Goo Goo 2: Whoa, there's a lot of people reading this story now.
Sparrow Quill: *Dodges fruit* Hey, that's not very nice. Will is so much hotter than Jack. *Runs away from all the Johnny Depp fan girls.* I like the Nick and Tori parts better, too but people request the parents part. Probably not going back to them for awhile now, though. (That is after this.)
Reese Sparrow: *Slaps* I'M A WILL LOVER, TOO! I guess I really don't act like it (Will's fun to do things to. Hehe.) Just for that I'm going to kill Jack. Just kidding. Keep reading despite my slapping.
That took a long time.
***
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC. (I wish I did.)
***
"Lizzie," Jack's voice was urgent.
She didn't reply. Pressing himself hard against the bars of his cell, Jack pushed his arm into Elizabeth's cell and found Will's wrist. He held it for a moment and then straightened up. "He's got a pulse, Lizzie," he informed her.
"What?" Elizabeth sobbed.
"He's not dead," Jack stood up, "At least not yet. But if he's goin' ta live he needs a doctor, now."
"Then it's hopeless," Elizabeth turned her tear-stained face to him, "There's no-one on this bloody ship who's willing to help. I know only a very little of medicine and I can't do anything without equipment."
"All ships 'ave a doctor," Jack murmured, more to himself than her, "The Black Pearl 'as one. They 'ave ta 'ave one here."
With that, he grabbed the bars of the cell and began shaking them with all him might. It resulted in a big racket. Anamaria and Elizabeth immediately clapped their hands over there ears. "What the bloody 'ell are ya doin'?" Ana yelled up at Jack.
"Tryin' ta draw attention," Jack called back, continuing, "Maybe we can convince one of those bloody pirates ta bring 'im ta a doctor."
"They don't care if he dies," Ana screamed, "They'll only be happy. We shouldn't let Barbossa know Will is this hurt. It'll put Elizabeth in danger again."
"Not if I can help it," Jack furrowed his brow, "I don't intend ta fail my friend."
Within a few minutes, three pirates appeared in the brig. They stared at Jack for a moment. "What'd ya want?" one finally asked, "Shut the 'ell up."
"Bring yer doctor down here, bastard," Jack yelled at him, letting go of the bars.
The pirate jumped back. He hadn't expected Jack to yell out. "Why da ya want a doctor?" he narrowed his eyes.
"Turner's wounded," Jack called back.
"It's his own bloody fault."
Jack wasn't standing for this anymore. Even though he was behind bars, he seemed to tower over Barbossa's crewmembers. "If this man dies on yer boat I can assure ya that not only will my ship, the Black Pearl be after ya but the whole Royal Navy. This man is a subject of the British crown and the son-in-law of the Governor of Port Royal. He dies and ya'll wish ya had the curse on ya that was on yer fathers."
The pirates backed away, unsure of themselves. Finally, the leader of the three seemed to make a decision. "I'll go get our doctor," he told Jack and they left.
***
A sheet of rain drenched Tori as she stood manning the tiller on the deck of the Black Pearl. Shaking her head, she tried to get her hair out of her face. It was sticking. She strained her eyes, through the downpour, trying to see the progress of the ship. It was impossible. She could barely see two feet ahead of her. A soaking Gibbs stumbled up to her, as the ship jerked. Grabbing onto the railing, he yelled something to her that she couldn't hear. "WHAT?" she called.
Gibbs managed to get closer to her, "The sails will burst any minute. We need ta cut them loose."
Tori nodded. "We need the lightest person in this weather," Gibbs continued, "Will ya climb up the mast and do it? I'll take the tiller from ya."
Tori nodded, again and let Gibbs take over from her. Grabbing the railing, she used it to support her until she was even with the main mast. Then, bracing herself, she let go of the railing and fought against the wind until she had reached the mast.
Grabbing the rigging, she began to climb. She reached the top in a few minutes. The sails were taunt and full. Pulling the dagger out of her sleeves, she reached out to cut the ropes holding them. At that moment, the wind hit her full blast and she was thrown against the mast. There was an enormous crack and to Tori's horror the main mast started to fall. She screamed and held on as best she could. The fall seemed to take ages. Her stomach plummeted. She was falling to her death. She closed her eyes waiting for contact with the icy, cold, gray waters. It didn't come.
The ship had stopped the mast's progress and now she was dangling a few feet above the water, each second threatening to pull her off and lose her to the sea. She struggled to get a better hold on the mast. A wave came up from behind and submerged her in water for a few minutes. She finally emerged, coughing and gasping for breath. She suddenly thought she heard her name being called.
Fighting to keep her head above water, as she was again doused by a wave, she strained her ears and heard it again; sure that it was not her imagination this time. She turned her head and saw Nick standing at the edge of where the mast had fallen, fighting the wind, and calling her name. "Nick!" she cried out.
Water filled her mouth and lungs again and she choked. Nick had started out towards her, using the mast as a bridge. His progress was slow: he had to crawl on fours, carefully so not to fall off. The ship plunged again. Tori was submerged for what seemed like the hundredth time and Nick had to grab on to the first piece of rigging he saw, so not to fall. Even so, he just barely avoided it. He slipped, but caught his balance again.
He finally got within a few feet of Tori and held out one of his hands. "Grab on," he called out.
Tori reached out but slipped off the mast as it jerked. "Tori!" Nick yelled and made a wild grab.
He caught her wrist and she held on. Her other hand came up and held on, too. With his strength, Nick pulled her up onto the mast. She was gasping. Letting go if the mast completely, save his legs, Nick help her get onto on top of the mast the way he was. Breathing hard, Tori leaned against him. She was drenched to the skin and shivering. The mast creaked. "Tori," Nick whispered urgently, "We have to get back onto the ship."
Tori didn't reply. She was just barely conscious and fighting for it. Wrapping an arm around her waist, Nick pulled her alongside him as he fought to reach the ship. He was even slower than before. Tori was heavy, her weight stopping her from moving almost completely. But he refused to let her go. Gritting his teeth, he pushed forward, and continued pulling her.
A few feet from the deck, the mast cracked and began to fall beneath Tori and Nick. With a last effort to save both of them, Nick grabbed the railing and held on. The mast fell out from beneath them into the frothing waves. Nick was left gripping the railing, Tori flung unceremoniously over his shoulder. He shook his head trying to get the rain from is eyes. His strength was draining from him and it was only a matter of time before he fell.
Suddenly a hand gripped his and pulled both him and Tori onto the deck. Gibbs stood aside as Tori, suddenly revived, coughed up water. Nick was breathing hard. "Thank you," he gasped to Gibbs.
"Thank YOU for savin' the daughter of our captain," Gibbs yelled back over the noise of the storm.
He reached for Tori's arm and supported her so that she could grasp the railing. She threw up more water over the side and then lost consciousness. Gibbs caught her as she fell. The ship dipped again and Nick swayed. He wasn't feeling well himself. "Go down ta yer cabin," Gibbs told him, following him with Tori.
Nick nodded and stumbled across the deck and down the ladder to his private cabin. He heard Gibbs softly walk the other way to put Tori in her room. Nick managed to make it into his cabin before collapsing on is bed.
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Yeah so I'm extremely melodramatic. Sorry for that. Hope you like it anyway. I won't be going back to the parents, at least for a while. Please review!