Chapter 4
Voyage on uncertain seas
**Author's note: I deeply appreciate all the reviews, and I agree Pirates is the best movie I've ever seen. Since to date I've seen it twice. I'm currently in the process of talking people into seeing it again. Thanks! Love, SL (By the way this contains mild language. I'm sorry but,...They are Pirates!) **
The Black Pearl glided along the crashing blue waves into the darkness of night. It's Captain at the Wheel, stood deep in concentration as he navigated the ship. Wind splashed waves in his face, but rather then annoy him they made him feel a sense of pride and determination.
Most of the crew was below deck enjoying an early night meal. A long wooden table sat in the middle of the drably decorated room. Every chair was filled, except for one at the head of the table. This rather ornate chair was for Captain Jack Sparrow. Sitting to the vacant chair's right was firstmate Ana Maria.
Will and Elizabeth were huddled in a corner whispering and smiling at each other. Will was twirling one of her curls into his fingers as she stroked his cheek.
Gibbs looked over to Ana Maria, who had suddenly become worrisome. "Wha' wrong with you lass?" He said in between swigs of rum.
"Nye, just wondering what our fool of a Captain is up to" She was putting away her own fair share of the liqour-laden drink.
"What gave you tha' idea? Jack's a mighty fine Capt'n and he knows where his goin'." Gibbs slammed down his tankard, carelessly spilling it over the rim.
"Then why are we headed towards that island? I thought he was taking us back to Tortuga." She pointed towards a grime covered window. Beyond the window, barely five miles away, Gibbs saw a small island rise through the dark.
Gibbs looked to Ana Maria, without further explanation they both rose from their chairs and hurried up to the deck.
"Jack, do you see where we're headed?" Gibbs walked over to the drunken man and shook him.
The Captain looked at him devilishly. "Aye, don't know where tha' is. We're in the middle of Davy Jones Locker, so it must be lost, or cursed."
Gibbs stared at him in disbelief. "I'd say your daft."
Will and Elizabeth noticed the commotion as the crew left their food and ran to prepare the ship to dock.
Elizabeth looked at Will. "There's an island out there."
He followed the direction she was looking and saw it with his own eyes. "I've seen that place before, I just know I have. But how?"
Elizabeth wished Will would reveal more about his past, even small details were hard for him. The only thing he would ever tell her was his mother's name was Ashleigh Turner, and that she died when he was twelve. That was one month before he set off to find his Father.
"Maybe your dad took you there as a boy, could that be it?" She held his hand which had turned cold like ice.
"No," He swung his head around to face her. "That's the island I saw right before my dad was killed." He pulled her hand up to his chest, where he lay it upon his heart. His pulse was racing. "Elizabeth, I have to go on that island and see if there's is anything there." His eyes shone serious once again.
Elizabeth marveled at how the person in front of her could change from being a careless young man in love to a determined adult. "Of course, I'll go with you."
Will gave her a look as if to say, No it is not safe for you to go. She made a small noise of protest and he realized there was no bargaining with her. "Fine" he said slightly angry at her stubbornness.
The pair joined everyone else on deck. Jack Sparrow had managed to find enough pockets to fit three bottles of rum in.
Gibbs nearly burst out laughing at the sight. "Jack, you do know that the rum'll be 'ere when we get back, right?" he patted the ramshackled man's shoulder.
"Jus' thought it would be something to quell my thirst." Jack turned to Will, who had just reached the gangplank where he stood.
"Jack, are you all right? You don't look very well. Perhaps you should stay on board." He tried to get him to sit down.
"Nah, I'm the Capt'n I should go. But first I'm bringing everything potable." He reached over to Gibbs, whose outstretched hand held a bottle of brandy.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. Will gestured the meaning of Jack's phrase by mock drinking a glass of rum with his hand. Elizabeth nodded, giggling under her breath in spite of her self.
They took two small boats down to the shore. It was a mysterious island, something hung in the air. A lagoon they passed was dark, it's trees curved so their branches ghostly scratched the water.
Despite his firstmate urging him that he should remain on the ship, Jack went onto the island with everyone else. It was small, it's coast littered with jagged rocks, which made it hard for them to get their boats ashore. The late night air clung like a mist to their skin. Elizabeth stayed close to Will, revealing a hint of her feminine side.
Jack lead the way past the rocks. "Ana Maria and I will go that way" he pointed left, smiling at Ana Maria. "Elizabeth and Will, you two go with Gibbs that way." Ushering them right. "This island so small we should meet in a couple of hours if we follow the coast all the way." He looked around, something on this island wasn't exactly right, but he couldn't place his finger on it.
Gibbs was quiet as the wandered along the rocks. He looked up to see both Elizabeth and Will staring at him. "Wha' you all looking at me for?" he jerked his head up.
"You look a little lost in thought." Elizabeth supplied gently.
"Just wondering where we are is all, tha' and why old Jack wanted to see what was here." He scuffed his feet along the sand.
Will had wandered a little ways in front of the them. He looked intently at something half-hidden by the sand.
Elizabeth caught up to him. "What is it?" Her question was answered before she'd even finished it.
There amidst the sand was a cannon, and yards and yards of rope. Will knelt down to touch the cannon.
Gibbs finally spoke. "It prolly jus' washed up on shore after a battle somewhere out in the sea."
His answer seemed pretty logical, but something still lingered with Will.
Meanwhile on the other side of the island, Ana Maria and Jack walked in silence.
"Want some?" Jack said offering her one of his bottles of rum.
She snatched it from his hand, ripped off the cap and took a long draught from it.
Jack looked mildly surprises when she handed the now half-empty bottle to him. "See that's what I always fancied about you. You could hold your own with rum."
Ana Maria looked at him, realizing that he meant more than he said. She smiled. "I always liked you better when you were drunk, you spoke more of the truth then your usual lies." Happily, she strode off on the beach ahead of him.
Jack was speechless at the moment, all his thoughts seemed ridiculous now. He could hardly grasp why though. He followed her around the island. Jack was in a daze, looking up at the clouds mingled with stars, when Ana Maria froze.
"Wha' wrong?" He stepped next to her. Watching her expression of horror. She reached down and grabbed her sword. Feeling uneasy Jack put one hand on his blade and the other on his pistol.
"Call me crazy, but that figure coming through the woods is that a man?" She spoke without taking her eyes off the sight before her.
Jack finally saw what she meant. Stepping through the woods was what looked like a man, but one in shambles. His shaggy gray hair hung in dirty tufts about his head. His body was under nourished and bony. Once he caught sight of the frightened pirate pair he headed towards them.
Jack cocked his head. "He's either the product of mutiny via pirate ship, or he's a cannibal."
Ana Maria looked at Jack. "If you think it's the former, than we should attack him now." They both began to aim their blades at him.
Across the beach, the stranger must have sense their reaction for he held his hands in the air. "I am unarmed" A smooth voice replied. Once he'd stepped closer he saw Jack's face. "Sparrow?"
Jack realized at once who it was but he could barely believe his eyes............
To Be Continued Mateys!
Voyage on uncertain seas
**Author's note: I deeply appreciate all the reviews, and I agree Pirates is the best movie I've ever seen. Since to date I've seen it twice. I'm currently in the process of talking people into seeing it again. Thanks! Love, SL (By the way this contains mild language. I'm sorry but,...They are Pirates!) **
The Black Pearl glided along the crashing blue waves into the darkness of night. It's Captain at the Wheel, stood deep in concentration as he navigated the ship. Wind splashed waves in his face, but rather then annoy him they made him feel a sense of pride and determination.
Most of the crew was below deck enjoying an early night meal. A long wooden table sat in the middle of the drably decorated room. Every chair was filled, except for one at the head of the table. This rather ornate chair was for Captain Jack Sparrow. Sitting to the vacant chair's right was firstmate Ana Maria.
Will and Elizabeth were huddled in a corner whispering and smiling at each other. Will was twirling one of her curls into his fingers as she stroked his cheek.
Gibbs looked over to Ana Maria, who had suddenly become worrisome. "Wha' wrong with you lass?" He said in between swigs of rum.
"Nye, just wondering what our fool of a Captain is up to" She was putting away her own fair share of the liqour-laden drink.
"What gave you tha' idea? Jack's a mighty fine Capt'n and he knows where his goin'." Gibbs slammed down his tankard, carelessly spilling it over the rim.
"Then why are we headed towards that island? I thought he was taking us back to Tortuga." She pointed towards a grime covered window. Beyond the window, barely five miles away, Gibbs saw a small island rise through the dark.
Gibbs looked to Ana Maria, without further explanation they both rose from their chairs and hurried up to the deck.
"Jack, do you see where we're headed?" Gibbs walked over to the drunken man and shook him.
The Captain looked at him devilishly. "Aye, don't know where tha' is. We're in the middle of Davy Jones Locker, so it must be lost, or cursed."
Gibbs stared at him in disbelief. "I'd say your daft."
Will and Elizabeth noticed the commotion as the crew left their food and ran to prepare the ship to dock.
Elizabeth looked at Will. "There's an island out there."
He followed the direction she was looking and saw it with his own eyes. "I've seen that place before, I just know I have. But how?"
Elizabeth wished Will would reveal more about his past, even small details were hard for him. The only thing he would ever tell her was his mother's name was Ashleigh Turner, and that she died when he was twelve. That was one month before he set off to find his Father.
"Maybe your dad took you there as a boy, could that be it?" She held his hand which had turned cold like ice.
"No," He swung his head around to face her. "That's the island I saw right before my dad was killed." He pulled her hand up to his chest, where he lay it upon his heart. His pulse was racing. "Elizabeth, I have to go on that island and see if there's is anything there." His eyes shone serious once again.
Elizabeth marveled at how the person in front of her could change from being a careless young man in love to a determined adult. "Of course, I'll go with you."
Will gave her a look as if to say, No it is not safe for you to go. She made a small noise of protest and he realized there was no bargaining with her. "Fine" he said slightly angry at her stubbornness.
The pair joined everyone else on deck. Jack Sparrow had managed to find enough pockets to fit three bottles of rum in.
Gibbs nearly burst out laughing at the sight. "Jack, you do know that the rum'll be 'ere when we get back, right?" he patted the ramshackled man's shoulder.
"Jus' thought it would be something to quell my thirst." Jack turned to Will, who had just reached the gangplank where he stood.
"Jack, are you all right? You don't look very well. Perhaps you should stay on board." He tried to get him to sit down.
"Nah, I'm the Capt'n I should go. But first I'm bringing everything potable." He reached over to Gibbs, whose outstretched hand held a bottle of brandy.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. Will gestured the meaning of Jack's phrase by mock drinking a glass of rum with his hand. Elizabeth nodded, giggling under her breath in spite of her self.
They took two small boats down to the shore. It was a mysterious island, something hung in the air. A lagoon they passed was dark, it's trees curved so their branches ghostly scratched the water.
Despite his firstmate urging him that he should remain on the ship, Jack went onto the island with everyone else. It was small, it's coast littered with jagged rocks, which made it hard for them to get their boats ashore. The late night air clung like a mist to their skin. Elizabeth stayed close to Will, revealing a hint of her feminine side.
Jack lead the way past the rocks. "Ana Maria and I will go that way" he pointed left, smiling at Ana Maria. "Elizabeth and Will, you two go with Gibbs that way." Ushering them right. "This island so small we should meet in a couple of hours if we follow the coast all the way." He looked around, something on this island wasn't exactly right, but he couldn't place his finger on it.
Gibbs was quiet as the wandered along the rocks. He looked up to see both Elizabeth and Will staring at him. "Wha' you all looking at me for?" he jerked his head up.
"You look a little lost in thought." Elizabeth supplied gently.
"Just wondering where we are is all, tha' and why old Jack wanted to see what was here." He scuffed his feet along the sand.
Will had wandered a little ways in front of the them. He looked intently at something half-hidden by the sand.
Elizabeth caught up to him. "What is it?" Her question was answered before she'd even finished it.
There amidst the sand was a cannon, and yards and yards of rope. Will knelt down to touch the cannon.
Gibbs finally spoke. "It prolly jus' washed up on shore after a battle somewhere out in the sea."
His answer seemed pretty logical, but something still lingered with Will.
Meanwhile on the other side of the island, Ana Maria and Jack walked in silence.
"Want some?" Jack said offering her one of his bottles of rum.
She snatched it from his hand, ripped off the cap and took a long draught from it.
Jack looked mildly surprises when she handed the now half-empty bottle to him. "See that's what I always fancied about you. You could hold your own with rum."
Ana Maria looked at him, realizing that he meant more than he said. She smiled. "I always liked you better when you were drunk, you spoke more of the truth then your usual lies." Happily, she strode off on the beach ahead of him.
Jack was speechless at the moment, all his thoughts seemed ridiculous now. He could hardly grasp why though. He followed her around the island. Jack was in a daze, looking up at the clouds mingled with stars, when Ana Maria froze.
"Wha' wrong?" He stepped next to her. Watching her expression of horror. She reached down and grabbed her sword. Feeling uneasy Jack put one hand on his blade and the other on his pistol.
"Call me crazy, but that figure coming through the woods is that a man?" She spoke without taking her eyes off the sight before her.
Jack finally saw what she meant. Stepping through the woods was what looked like a man, but one in shambles. His shaggy gray hair hung in dirty tufts about his head. His body was under nourished and bony. Once he caught sight of the frightened pirate pair he headed towards them.
Jack cocked his head. "He's either the product of mutiny via pirate ship, or he's a cannibal."
Ana Maria looked at Jack. "If you think it's the former, than we should attack him now." They both began to aim their blades at him.
Across the beach, the stranger must have sense their reaction for he held his hands in the air. "I am unarmed" A smooth voice replied. Once he'd stepped closer he saw Jack's face. "Sparrow?"
Jack realized at once who it was but he could barely believe his eyes............
To Be Continued Mateys!
