Hello all, sorry that it has taken so dreadfully long to update. I blame my lack of computer access at home. And the fact that I'm a procrastinator, a perfectionist, and a slow writer. But I'm back now, and here (finally) is chapter 2!
Oh, and here's a fresh-out-of-the-oven, homemade chocolate chip cookie (nothing but the best) for wyldcat for getting the "Hey, it's me!" line dead-on. And, for picking up "I know," which I didn't even notice (I was going for something totally different there, intonation-wise), here's a pint of rum! Good going!
Chapter 2
"The blood of Bootstrap Bill," Barbossa scoffed. "And where, might I ask, do you think you've found that? In case you haven't noticed, Bill's brat seems to have fallen off the face of the planet."
"Has he, now? That would be news. Especially since I know exactly where he is at the moment," Jack said, obviously enjoying his coup.
"Do ye? Where?"
Jack actually laughed. "You don't think I'm actually going to tell you, Barbossa, do you? Honestly, I knew ye were daft, but that's pushin' the line even for you. I don't tell you where the boy is hidden until you promise me the Pearl. In fact, I think I'll be takin' a bit of insurance on that." He opened his mouth to say more, but Will ruined his plans rather spectacularly.
He'd been sneaking up to where Elizabeth had staggered to after they sliced her hand, thinking to get her and get out on either ship before Jack noticed that they were missing. He was certain he could get them somewhere safe--especially if he took the Pearl--before the other pirates caught up to them. But he hadn't counted on the floor of the cave being as slimy as it was--he slipped on a particularly slick patch and crashed into a pile of gold, sending it scattering everywhere and alerting every pirate on the island to his presence.
Barbossa whirled and glared at the boy before he realized exactly who had made such a royal blunder. A smirk spread across his face as he turned back to Jack, nodding. "You were saying, Jack?" he asked smugly.
Jack, who'd turned his own icy glare on Will, refused to be daunted. "I told ye I knew right where he was, didn't I? And there he is, just as I promised. Now, about my ship..."
"Ye don't get it, do you?" Barbossa asked, shaking his head in mock dissappointment. "You lost, Jack. Now that we have the boy, we don't need you. Gents," he called, turning to his crew, "finish 'em off."
Jack turned one last hate-filled glare to Will before he was lost to sight amidst flashing swords.
Oh, I am cruel to leave it there. That was painfully short. But I ran out of time, and that's a nice evil cliffhanger to throw at you, so there it stays until next time. Which, banking on last time, might be a while. Sorry about that! (ducks various rotten foods) I promise to try and move faster! Honest! But you don't want poor-quality story from me because I rushed it, do you? Didn't think so. So you'll just have to wait.