Note: Hello! I know it's been a bit of a while, so sorry! Obviously I don'town POTC, Jean Luc Picard, yadda yadda yadda...Well, I hope you enjoy more ofthe bizarity! Cheers.
Margaret jumped off the ship. The cold hit her like an icy blast; water is water, Caribbean or not. Mullroy was thrashing about, kicking frantically, and occasionally going under.
"Hold still!" Margaret yelled.
"I can't swim!"
"You've mentioned that!" Margaret struggled to hold him up. "Quit struggling, you're pulling us both down!"
"I can't swim!"
"If you say that one more time-" Margaret warned.
"By the way," she grunted, treading water with one arm and supporting him with the other. "You were supposed to say 'I know'"
"I know to what?"
"You know perfectly well 'what'! I say 'I love you,' you say 'I know.' That's how it works!"
"But I didn't know."
Beside them, a longboat tumbled with a splash into the water by Barbossa's crew. Moments later they were both hauled soaked into the boat. Water formed a pool under them half a foot deep. Thick ropes were tied tightly around their wrists, cutting into their skin. Margaret winced from the stinging pain of the ropes rubbing harshly against her raw flesh.
"Do you think you could make it any tighter?" she snapped
Ignoring her completely, the pirates half shoved, half carried them up a rope ladder. Once they were again aboard, Margaret shoved off the help offered from Mullroy and Picard, and righted herself, only to be face to face with Barbossa.
"Now you look here," she said primly. "I don't want any more of your rubbish. That was a very cruel trick, and I won't stand it again. I don't know what you want. Are we prisoners? Or bait? What? I feel that I have born this remarkably well."
Behind her, Mullroy coughed and said something that sounded remarkably like "bagpipes."
"Anyhow," Margaret said forcefully with a brief glance to Mullroy. "However hard you will try, I can only say: Do your worst."
"Really brilliant! 'Do your worst'" Mullroy whined. "So tell me, how did you not expect him to take that literally?"
"Really, it's not that bad!" said Margaret, craning her neck to see him.
"Not that bad? We're tied up in a rowboat in the middle of the Caribbean, surrounded by sharks, with no possible hope of escape, and you're telling me it's not that bad!"
"Oh, stop complaining. It could be worse."
"Worse? Worse! It is worse! It's been 'worse' since you told him to do his worst!"
"Even if we could escape, we'd have absolutely no where to go, because Mr. Crazy over there is watching our every move," Mullroy started muttering. "And you tell me it could be worse…"
"Shhh!" Margaret suddenly whispered.
"What?" Mullroy said quietly, instantly falling into the soldier role. "Do you hear something?"
"No," Margaret said, and a smile formed on her lips. "I see something."
On the Enterprise, Barbossa let his gaze slide past the small rowboat, and as his mind began to drift, his fierce, hawk like eyes turned to the horizon. Jean Luc Picard timidly approached. Y'Know, for a Starfleet officer, he sure can be wimpy! (Actually, I have my own theories on who would be the victor if he and Kirk squared off. But more on that later…or maybe just never…)
"Mr. Barbossa?"
Barbossa either didn't hear him, or was just being rude. Either way, he suddenly frowned, and his eyes narrowed, a widely whispered explosive combination.
"Mr. Barbossa?" Picard repeated. "I thought you should know that…."
But Barbossa had now turned to face Picard, his expression lined in fury. Picard had to use all of his strength not to wet himself.
"Would you mind telling me," said a tight lipped Barbossa, "why I wasn't informed that a ship of the Royal Navy was on our tail? Hmmm?"
"Ummm…I'm sorry?" sputtered Picard.
"Well, you won't be makin' that mistake again, now will you?"
"No?"
"No." said Barbossa, who turned on his heals, intending to tell Phillip, the steering wheel guy, to way anchor and join Steve the cannon guy, who, incidentally, was his twin brother. As he was walking away, Picard called out:
"Mr. Barbossa?"
Annoyed, Barbossa turned. "What?"
"There's a ship of the Royal Navy on our tail, Mr. Barbossa."