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Chapter Three: If I Only Had a Body
"I'm going after him, Anamaria; I don't care what you say. He needs me." Elizabeth insisted quietly to her friend.
Anamaria glanced stealthily around the captain's quarters and nodded her head. "I'll help you, but only if you promise me not to do anything stupid, and endanger the Captain or Will." Elizabeth solemnly held out her hand and the two shook to seal their bargain.
At the same time, on the island, the two men previously discussed were being reluctantly dragged through the underbrush by two undead conquistadors.
"Why do these people know your name Jack?" Will demanded to know. "No wait! Let me guess. They're actually undead pirates who used to sail under your command, right? I mean, it wouldn't be the first time. And, judging by the looks of them, they're not exactly ordinary. They're bloody invisible!" Will barely managed to avoid running full speed into a tree and stumbled trying to keep up with his captor.
"Not quite invisible," Jack tried to reason as he made his way around the same tree. "If they were invisible we wouldn't be able to see them at all, savvy? They're just...see-through. As for who they are, well, you remember that cursed treasure that we had a bit trouble about awhile ago?" He gave will an innocently inquiring look.
At this, Will's face turned a livid shade of maroon. "Of course I remember! How could I bloody well forget? It only almost got me killed!" Will's voice took on an ominous tone. "Now quit stalling and tell me who these people are." He made a fist with his free hand and shook it at Jack.
"I'm trying to, if only you'd let me." Jack muttered in a disgruntled tone. "Well, that treasure was cursed because of Cortez and his men right? Do you honestly think that such vengeful Aztecs would curse only the gold, and not the man who so betrayed them?"
"So what you're saying," Will reasoned, "is that the Aztecs cursed Cortez and his men. Then this curse somehow turned these men into ghosts?"
"That's exactly what he's saying young sir" answered a new voice from directly in front of them. Will slowly looked up into the face of the man/ghost addressing him. The man/ghost smiled. "My name is Cortez, and I am at your service."
Will gave a loud gasp, and fell to the floor. "He's a bit faint hearted," Jack explained to Cortez. "Eunuch." Cortez gave a sympathetic nod, and looked curiously at Jack.
"You didn't really think that you could escape this island, or its curse did you?" He politely inquired of Jack. "True, you managed to stay away longer than any of us had expected, but you still ended up back here."
Jack gave a philosophical shrug. "It was worth a try," he admitted. "At least you can still see me."
"Touché." Cortez inclined his head gracefully, and motioned for Jack to follow him. "I miss my body sometimes. Oh, the things I could do, the treasure I could find, if I only had a body..." Cortez sighed nostalgically and led Jack toward a tent previously hidden by trees. Manuel, who had been standing nearby all throughout this interlude, picked Will up off the ground, slung him over his shoulder, and followed.
Meanwhile, back at the boat Elizabeth and Anamaria were having some problems convincing Mr. Gibbs that their plan was sound.
"He needs our help!" Elizabeth insisted. She flounced her way over to a bench and sat. Mr. Gibbs gave her a somewhat nervous or perhaps anxious look, and took another step towards the cabin door.
"I can see where you'd be thinkin' that Miss Elizabeth, but I don't see how you can help. Besides, letting you row to that island would be breaking the Cap'n Jack's orders." Gibbs gave a grave nod for emphasis, and braced himself for Elizabeth's wrath. Much to his surprise, she gave him a sweet smile and innocently batted her eyes.
"I'll make a deal with you Mr. Gibbs. If you let Anamaria and me go to that island, I promise we will leave the rum entirely alone for the rest of this journey. What say you?" Elizabeth shook her head slightly at Anamaria, who was dumbfounded at the thought that she would be going with Elizabeth to the island.
"You'll not touch the rum?" Gibbs asked. His voice sounded hopeful, and his face brightened.
"Neither one of us, for the rest of the journey," Elizabeth reaffirmed.
"It's a deal then," Gibbs stated. "If you want to go on a fool's errand, who am I to stop you?" Elizabeth gave him and evil glare, and Mr. Gibbs took the final step toward the door. "Well, I'd best be going and seeing to your provision. If you need me, I'll be on deck." With that final word, Gibbs turned and fled out of the cabin.
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Author's Note:
Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been really busy writing scholarship essays. I'll try to do better in the future. In regards to the story...short chapter again. Sorry about that. I don't especially like this chapter, but I'm weird like that. Also, please forgive any inconsistencies found in this chapter (if there are any). I'm currently very tired, and under the influence of a sleeping pill (hm...maybe that's why I'm tired...). I hope you like the chapter. I tried my best to have Will freak out a little. Sorry there wasn't a perverted Jack quote in here somewhere...at least I worked in Eunuch!
Dreamstrifer: I hate you forever! I don't know why yet, but I'll come up with a reason. Give me time. Oh! The quote on Spifilicous is for you. Just a friendly reminder...
ElvenGreen98: I'm glad you like it. I tried to keep it as Jack-ish as possible.
MIsUnDeRsToOdGnOmE: Yes, yes he would. Will that is. Jack knows them. Thanks for pointing that out to me. I tried to fix it a little in this chapter.
Quote of the Chapter:
Just to cheer up my good friend Dreamstrifer, who's had a really bad day...
"I'll grope you're cactus!" ~Dreamstrifer
Chapter Three: If I Only Had a Body
"I'm going after him, Anamaria; I don't care what you say. He needs me." Elizabeth insisted quietly to her friend.
Anamaria glanced stealthily around the captain's quarters and nodded her head. "I'll help you, but only if you promise me not to do anything stupid, and endanger the Captain or Will." Elizabeth solemnly held out her hand and the two shook to seal their bargain.
At the same time, on the island, the two men previously discussed were being reluctantly dragged through the underbrush by two undead conquistadors.
"Why do these people know your name Jack?" Will demanded to know. "No wait! Let me guess. They're actually undead pirates who used to sail under your command, right? I mean, it wouldn't be the first time. And, judging by the looks of them, they're not exactly ordinary. They're bloody invisible!" Will barely managed to avoid running full speed into a tree and stumbled trying to keep up with his captor.
"Not quite invisible," Jack tried to reason as he made his way around the same tree. "If they were invisible we wouldn't be able to see them at all, savvy? They're just...see-through. As for who they are, well, you remember that cursed treasure that we had a bit trouble about awhile ago?" He gave will an innocently inquiring look.
At this, Will's face turned a livid shade of maroon. "Of course I remember! How could I bloody well forget? It only almost got me killed!" Will's voice took on an ominous tone. "Now quit stalling and tell me who these people are." He made a fist with his free hand and shook it at Jack.
"I'm trying to, if only you'd let me." Jack muttered in a disgruntled tone. "Well, that treasure was cursed because of Cortez and his men right? Do you honestly think that such vengeful Aztecs would curse only the gold, and not the man who so betrayed them?"
"So what you're saying," Will reasoned, "is that the Aztecs cursed Cortez and his men. Then this curse somehow turned these men into ghosts?"
"That's exactly what he's saying young sir" answered a new voice from directly in front of them. Will slowly looked up into the face of the man/ghost addressing him. The man/ghost smiled. "My name is Cortez, and I am at your service."
Will gave a loud gasp, and fell to the floor. "He's a bit faint hearted," Jack explained to Cortez. "Eunuch." Cortez gave a sympathetic nod, and looked curiously at Jack.
"You didn't really think that you could escape this island, or its curse did you?" He politely inquired of Jack. "True, you managed to stay away longer than any of us had expected, but you still ended up back here."
Jack gave a philosophical shrug. "It was worth a try," he admitted. "At least you can still see me."
"Touché." Cortez inclined his head gracefully, and motioned for Jack to follow him. "I miss my body sometimes. Oh, the things I could do, the treasure I could find, if I only had a body..." Cortez sighed nostalgically and led Jack toward a tent previously hidden by trees. Manuel, who had been standing nearby all throughout this interlude, picked Will up off the ground, slung him over his shoulder, and followed.
Meanwhile, back at the boat Elizabeth and Anamaria were having some problems convincing Mr. Gibbs that their plan was sound.
"He needs our help!" Elizabeth insisted. She flounced her way over to a bench and sat. Mr. Gibbs gave her a somewhat nervous or perhaps anxious look, and took another step towards the cabin door.
"I can see where you'd be thinkin' that Miss Elizabeth, but I don't see how you can help. Besides, letting you row to that island would be breaking the Cap'n Jack's orders." Gibbs gave a grave nod for emphasis, and braced himself for Elizabeth's wrath. Much to his surprise, she gave him a sweet smile and innocently batted her eyes.
"I'll make a deal with you Mr. Gibbs. If you let Anamaria and me go to that island, I promise we will leave the rum entirely alone for the rest of this journey. What say you?" Elizabeth shook her head slightly at Anamaria, who was dumbfounded at the thought that she would be going with Elizabeth to the island.
"You'll not touch the rum?" Gibbs asked. His voice sounded hopeful, and his face brightened.
"Neither one of us, for the rest of the journey," Elizabeth reaffirmed.
"It's a deal then," Gibbs stated. "If you want to go on a fool's errand, who am I to stop you?" Elizabeth gave him and evil glare, and Mr. Gibbs took the final step toward the door. "Well, I'd best be going and seeing to your provision. If you need me, I'll be on deck." With that final word, Gibbs turned and fled out of the cabin.
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Author's Note:
Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been really busy writing scholarship essays. I'll try to do better in the future. In regards to the story...short chapter again. Sorry about that. I don't especially like this chapter, but I'm weird like that. Also, please forgive any inconsistencies found in this chapter (if there are any). I'm currently very tired, and under the influence of a sleeping pill (hm...maybe that's why I'm tired...). I hope you like the chapter. I tried my best to have Will freak out a little. Sorry there wasn't a perverted Jack quote in here somewhere...at least I worked in Eunuch!
Dreamstrifer: I hate you forever! I don't know why yet, but I'll come up with a reason. Give me time. Oh! The quote on Spifilicous is for you. Just a friendly reminder...
ElvenGreen98: I'm glad you like it. I tried to keep it as Jack-ish as possible.
MIsUnDeRsToOdGnOmE: Yes, yes he would. Will that is. Jack knows them. Thanks for pointing that out to me. I tried to fix it a little in this chapter.
Quote of the Chapter:
Just to cheer up my good friend Dreamstrifer, who's had a really bad day...
"I'll grope you're cactus!" ~Dreamstrifer