Disclaimer: Nope. I own a copy of the film, a poster and lots of pictures, but unfortunately Pirates of the Caribbean is the property of Disney. No matter how much I wish for Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom.
A Sparrow & A BarbossaChapter Eight
Elizabeth was the last of the three of us to be brought aboard the Dauntless. The moment her feet touched the wooden timbers she was raging on.
"But we've got to save Will!" She cried.
"No. You're safe now," Governor Swann discloses. "We will return to Port Royal immediately not go gallivanting after pirates!"
"Isn't that what you were doing anyway?" I point out. The sailors look at me disgusted that I could even suggest such a thing. "Well you were. Pirates kidnapped Elizabeth. Jack and I are pirates," I stop. They seem to understand what I'm getting at.
"Then we condemn Will to death!" Elizabeth shouts at her father. The Governor turns to his daughter, "The boy's fate is regrettable but then so is his decision to engage in piracy."
"To rescue me," Elizabeth reasons, "To prevent anything from happening to me."
"This is all about her?" I mumble to Jack. He grins at me before saying loudly, "If I may be so bold as to interject my professional opinion." I snort.
He gives me a look that he hasn't given me since I was little. It was to tell me to shut up. "The Pearl was listing near to scuppers after the battle. Its very unlikely she'll be able to make good time. Think about it. The Black Pearl. The last real pirate threat in the Caribbean, mate. How can you pass that up?"
My eyebrows knot in confusion. Why was Jack willing to give Norrington his ship? Unless he planned to bargain with it. The bearings for his life or a bottle of rum, or something as equally as ridiculously.
"Commodore, I beg you, please do this," Elizabeth pleads with the sailor, "For me, as a wedding gift."
Everything seems to pause for a second. Norrington looks down at Elizabeth in happiness and awe. Swann beams in pride. Jack doesn't appear to care. And I seem to be the only one who is worried that Will's going to be heart broken.
"Elizabeth? Are you accepting the Commodores proposal?" Governor Swann asks. "I am," Is her reply. She seems hesitant. Maybe she really does care about Will, enough to marry a man she doesn't love.
"A wedding! I love weddings! Drinks all around!" Jack shouts gleefully. When he notices the look Norrington giving him he extends his hands and says, "I know. 'Clap him in irons', right?"
"Mr. Sparrow, you will accompany these fine men to the helm and provide us with the bearing to Isle de Muerta," Norrington instructs. "You will then spend the rest of the voyage contemplating all possible meanings of the phrase 'silent as the grave'. Do I make myself clear?"
"Inescapably clear," Jack replies.
"Gillette, take Miss Barbossa to the brig. And prepare her execution date," Norrington commands.
A tall, frumpy looking man steps forward. He grabs me by the upper arm. Elizabeth looks as though she is about to protest, again, but Jack gets there first.
"No bearings if Kat's in the brig," Jack tells him. "Mr Sparrow you are in no position to be making demands," Norrington replies.
"I hold the bearings. Without them yer not going anywhere," Jack reasons.
Norrington moves closer to Jack. "Then you'll both be going back to Port Royal to await your execution," He hisses.
"Jack, just do what he says. I'll be fine. I've been takin' care of myself for years," I try to reason with him.
"Commo… James," Elizabeth moves forward, she grips his arm. "Maybe we should indulge Mr Sparrow's wish."
Norrington looks at each of us in turn. "Very well. Mr Murtogg and Mr Mullroy take her with you as well," Norrington declares. Gillette's grip loosens, and Mullroy goes to grab my arm. I shrug away from his hand and move to stand by Jack.
We are forced up to the helm. "What do ye think Will might do?" I mumble to Jack. "Nothing. He'll wimp out," Jack replies. We both chuckle, only to receive odd looks from the two guards with us.
I cough awkwardly, then say, "Jack, what ye did for me…"
"No worries, luv," Jack tells me. I smile up at him. "Thanks," I whisper.
Jack had given the bearings to the Isla De Muerta and we were now navigating our way through the other ships that had not been as lucky as us. Jack and I stood staring at the black water, silently wondering what fate would befall us when this was over.
Elizabeth's soft footfalls echoed across the deck behind us. When she stopped by us I noticed she had been fitted into a Naval officers uniform. I was surprised Norrington was willing to let his bride-to-be wear trousers.
Both sides are silent. Finally Elizabeth states, "You two didn't tell him about the curse."
"Neither did you," I point out. "For the same reason, I believe."
"He wouldn't have risked it," Elizabeth admits.
"Could of gotten him drunk," Jack jokes. "Don't get me wrong, luv. I admire a person whose willing to do whatever is necessary."
"Is that why ye like yerself so much?" I question, innocently.
Elizabeth looks at both of us, with a sort of half smile. "You're a smart man, Jack. And you're a lucky woman, Katrina." She pauses. "But I don't entirely trust either of you."
Jack moves closer to Elizabeth. Feeling a presence close by I look over my shoulder to see the Commodore. "Peas in a pod, darling," Jack gestures at the two of them.
"And what of us, James?" I mock swoon. "Will we ever have what Jack and Liz do?"
Jack turns around, startled to see Norrington. Norrington looks at me, unimpressed by my antics. Snapping Jack's compass shut, Norrington throws it to it's who catches it and holds it tightly. "With me Sparrow," He orders.
Jack looks between the Commodore and his soon-to-be wife before grabbing my arm and pulling me away. As we past by the Commodore he grabs my arm. "I will take great pleasure in watching you hang," He sneers.
Brushing him off my arm I reply, "Yer just sour I wouldn't sleep with ye."
With that I stomp off, leaving two very confused individuals and a raging naval member.