THANKS FOR READING GUYS, AND NOW THAT THIS IS A NEW CHAPTER, YOU HAVE TO REVIEW IT! WHY AM I YELLING…. LOUD NOISES! Heh… sorry guys.
Chapter 9-- AHHH WE'RE DONE WITH THE MOVIE! NO MORE OF IT, IT DIED! Heh, never, but I am done with the stupid script, and now EVERYONE CAN BE HAPPY and there are some mild but oh so good lookin' je times in this chappie!
Elizabeth intently stared at the bandage on her wounded hand and played with the frayed edges instead of making eye contact with the pirate across from her. Now that the action was nearly over, she was becoming increasingly aware of her state of dress; a pair of white men's breeches and a black waistcoat. She was also aware of the look Jack was giving her, a lame stare, which gave her feeling of degradation.
Will rowed out of the pirates cave and watched on in silence as his two companions seemed to fight a battle with no words. Afraid of what might happen if he said anything, Will stayed silent, but not without subconsciously running Jack's warning of 'don't do anything stupid' through his mind.
Jack finally had enough of the situation, and moved forward to rest his wrists on his knees so fast that Will felt it disrupt the entire dinghy. "Elizabeth, I'm gon' to ask ye one more time. Just what-"
"Oh dear God." She said, cutting him off mid-sentence.
Jack followed her eyes and looked out to the dark waters around them and saw several objects floating stiffly. Will turned also, stilling the ors, and started as well at what he saw. It wasn't seaweed or even logs that polluted the water around the Isle de Muerta. Three, maybe four score of bodies danced on the top of the water, bloated as if the decaying process had been sped up a notch. A stench had already made its way from the bodies of the pirates, and sat upon the surface of the ocean, stifling whatever the three had to say.
"They must've been under water when-" Will started quietly, catching on, but stopped.
"That's one way to win." Will Turner heard and looked behind him. He would have expected to hear something like that come from Jack Sparrow, but not Elizabeth Swann, Governor's daughter.
"What'd'ya jus' say?" Jack asked and looked at her crookedly with somewhat of a grin gracing his face.
Elizabeth just shot him a look that seemed to quiet him, and Will began cautiously rowing again. Occasionally, the ors would dully hit against a body, and he would shove it away, his mind full of thoughts of what Gibbs might say at such a time.
In silence, Elizabeth looked back and forth between the men currently providing her with company. Jack was acting so mysterious, but she had gathered that this behavior was normal for him. What had he meant with all those things he said and... did- on the ship?
Will was headed toward the Pearl, but Elizabeth leaned forward and placed a hand on his forearm to still his movements. "Head to the Interceptor." She said lowly, and avoided the look she was receiving from Jack. She just simply hated that look.
"Why, Miss Swann, would we go there?"
"I- I told you why." Elizabeth answered, keeping her tone certain though she was still slightly afraid. The rotten stench of dead pirates wafted around her, but did that mean that the crew she had locked up was still safe? "The crew is on the Interceptor."
Jack narrowed his eyes in a true trademark fashion, but said nothing as Will changed directions of his rowing. The only woman present tried her hardest not to falter under the Captain's hard stare, which remained on her relentlessly.
Once they reached the side of the Interceptor, they secured the dinghy and climbed up the rigging that had led Elizabeth down just a small amount of time ago. The lady was the last to set foot on the deck, ignoring the help offered from Will, and nervously walked towards the hatch that hid a set of stairs leading down to the brig. Her heart raced, pounding in her ears as she sent a desperate and silent plea for the men that had been stowed away to be safe.
When she pulled the hatch open with strength that no lady was to have to illustrate, she was genuinely relieved to hear shouting from the bottom of the stairs. She straightened her posture and heard something like a count down from five. "What in bloody'ell are they doin' down there?" Jack asked, bending and staring down the stairs to the source of the noise.
Ms. Swann didn't answer, but added more unladylike confidence to her step as she descended lower into the ship.
"-Three, two-- It's Elizabeth!" She heard them all call, and looked in their direction. They were all there still, locked in the same cell, apparently trying to concoct some sort of an escape. Will shook his head at the site, thinking to himself, 'If only these criminals knew how poorly built the English cells are...', then looked to Jack, who was still standing on the stairs, out of site of the 'prisoners'.
"I tell ya she's bloody daft!" Anna Maria called angrily, and stuck her arm out from the cell, reaching for Elizabeth in a threat.
"Oh-" Elizabeth said with a smirk, and held up the key, just out of reach. "I decided that we should just leave Jack... I mean... those pirates positively reek, and seem so... unbeatable." She told them thoughtfully.
"Now she sees our way!" Marty called, knee high to the woman who was currently not imprisoned- seconds before Jack bound down the stairs.
"You vulgar little maggots!" Jack called, and stepped right up to the iron bars separating him and his crew, then grinned at their expressions. "Can'ot blame ye for stickin' to the code, sadly." He nodded his head toward the lock, cuing Elizabeth to free them.
"Anna Maria, you have your boat." Jack said with a bow, making no effort to correct himself in calling the thing a boat instead of a sloop as it rightfully was labeled. They all knew it was a jab on the size of the thing, but none dared to cross Anna Maria- who was now a captain herself. "Now back to the Pearl, the lot of you!" He commanded to the crew.
"Wait! What about men?" Anna Maria said, ignoring the glare he cast down at her hand as it made contact with his forearm.
"Well... ye could prolly make it t'Tortuga with two men. But I'll spare ye… that one." Jack said and pointed at the midget, "and... That one." he threw his other hand in the direction of a sailor that served as a gunner in their previous battle with the Pearl. His arms dropped, and his eyes wandered around the hold of the ship until they landed upon Will Turner. "Boy, ye know th' workin's o' this boat, do y'mind?" He asked, clapping his hands together in a plea.
Will nodded in approval, and watched as Elizabeth hesitantly left with the crew of The Black Pearl. Did he really trust them alone with a lady?
