RETURN TO THE BLACK PEARL
Raberba girl, I heartily agree with you. AP British Literature is SO much better than AP US Literature.
CAST OF THOUSANDS: Those crazy British...
For the records, I don't own POTC nor the Cast of Thousands. Gore owns POTC and Otherhawk owns the Cast of Thousands. I merely toy with them for my own personal amusement. And yours, I hope.
Chapter Three, Scene Four
With the Black Pearl's crew occupying the jail, cells were scarce. Norrington thoughtfully picked out one far away from the pirates to hold Elizabeth and Will.
"It'll be all right," Will soothed her, even though she wasn't in need of soothing. "We'll be out soon."
Elizabeth repressed a snort. She knew she'd be out soon, even if Will weren't. Her father was surely raising Cain as Will spoke.
She had no intention, of course, of informing him of that.
They had been there since midmorning. The darkness that poured through the barred window in her cell told Elizabeth that it was night, or close to it. "It's nearly dinnertime," she pointed out. "Do you think they'll remember to feed us?" she asked grumpily, although they had been provided with a lunch that she suspected was not the normal cuisine for prisoners.
As if on cue, she heard the sound of booted footfalls echoing in the hallway. Elizabeth fully expected to see a red uniformed man, bearing a rifle and dinner plate.
Elizabeth stared. It was Jack. Jack, incomprehensively attired in the uniform of a marine; Jack, with dirty strips of cloth bound around his upper right arm.
Jack, dangling a ring of keys on his finger.
This had to be a dream. Of course—she was hallucinating from the lack of food. She blinked, expecting the apparition to disappear.
But he didn't. When she opened her eyes, he was still there, tossing the keys from one hand to the other, grinning in a familiarly inane fashion. Waiting for a comment.
Elizabeth looked at Will, who looked surprised. Probably at the thought that Jack had managed to escape a certain death without his help. He scrambled up from the corner he'd been sitting in and pressed closely against the grating of the cell wall. "Jack?" he asked slowly.
"No," said her hallucination cheerfully. "I couldn't possibly be Captain Jack Sparrow. Do you not hear?" The gold teeth flashed at her, seeming to wink. "He's been captured. They should be bringing him in any moment now."
But Elizabeth was fairly sure it was he. "What are you doing here?" She reconsidered. Then she said, "Get us out!" acknowledging Jack's ability to truthfully and completely answer that question. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get us out!"
"All right, all right," he said affably. He slid the key into the lock. He twisted it. He opened the door. He froze.
Well, who wouldn't, considering the rifles poking him firmly in the back?
"Freeze, Sparrow," suggested Norrington.
"I believe I've already done so," responded his captive indignantly.
"So you have," said Norrington. He gestured somewhat vaguely away from Elizabeth and Will's cell. "Drop the keys, and put your hands up in the air." Jack did so, regrettably.
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