A/N: My apologies, mates. I have not updated this story for ages. Literally. Since February. So I apologize a thousand times, and just hope that my dear reviewers decide not to maroon me on a godforsaken spit of land…
Disclaimer: See other chapters, cos I swear that I only own the five girls, and Meg's clothing. And, unfortunately, the head that is constantly playing "angel" by sarah coachman, forcing me to listen to it on repeat right now. Other then that, I own nothing.
Chapter 5
As the girls huddled in the dark corner of the ally, they worried over what they should do.
"We should try to save Megan. She did save us from being captured," Alex pointed out.
"Yeah," Alexa agreed, "But she probably also knew that if she snitched on us, we would kill her 30 times over."
Alex sighed. "Well, that could be it…"
"But they called her a pirate!" Christie said, abashed.
"Well, look at the way we're dressed!" Jenny said. "Especially Megan. Her areopostel baggy pants, a shirt that says, 'I'M BUSY NOW, CAN I IGNORE YOU LATER?' and a denim long jacket? Oh, sure, she blends in reaaaaaal nice, Christie!"
Alex put her hands up to calm all of them down. "You're all forgetting where we are…"
Alexa rolled her eyes. "Port Royal, duh," she said.
Alex nodded. "And there's only one other place that she knows better, and it's inhabited."
Jenny grinned. "Middle-Earth."
Christie smiled. "And she's got the script."
"Yes, exactly. So, we know she'll be fine."
Whilst all of this arguing was going on, the dusk that was threatening to turn to night finally did.
"Don't worry," Jenny repeated, "She'll be fine."
Yeah, right.
In jail- Megan sat in the corner of the cell, away from all of the pirates in the cell next to hers, partly because she felt like wallowing in self-pity, but mostly because they smelled bad. Megan had half-expected Jack to smell the same way, but he turned out to smell okay, mostly of rum, which she didn't mind really. She actually liked it.
Megan laughed quietly to herself as the other prisoners whistled and shook a bone through the bars of their cell. "Come 'ere, boy! Want a nice, juicy bone? Come 'ere, boy! Come on!"
Jack shook his head. "You can keep on doing that. The dog is never going to move." Megan smiled slightly as one of the prisoners glared at him. "Oh, excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet." He turned back to the dog as Megan finally let out a giggle.
Jack turned to face her. "I see ye're enjoin' yeself, luv,"
Megan's smile dropped a bit. "I suppose…" she said her tone attempting to be carefree. Jack noticed this and scooted next to her. He put an arm around her and smiled. "Come, luv. Tell ol' Jack what's wrong."
Port Royal-"Okay, guess what?" Christie asked as they huddled in the ally, shivering.
"W-w-what?" Jenny said, her teeth chattering in the cold.
"I'm not hungry any more!"
"Good!" "Finally!" Alex and Alexa chorused.
"Now I'm starving."
"Uhhgg" Alexa said, rolling her eyes.
"I ag-g-gree with h-her," Jenny said. "We h-haven't eaten s-s-since last n-night and w-w-we h-haven't even f-finished our S-S-Subway™!"
Christie smiled. "Mmmm…Subway…" she droned, imitating Homer Simpson.
"Hey, Christie?" Alexa growled, "Shut up."
Alex stuck her head out of the ally. "No one's been by for hours. I think we can go now. Maybe go and find Megan…" she trailed off hopefully.
"I dunno about finding Megan," Christie said. "But maybe about finding some food…"
"Christie!" all the girls shouted, "SHUDDUP!"
In jail- Megan sighed as she rested her head on Jack's shoulder. He was sort of like an older brother, really. Her head hurt, so she really appreciated the fact that he allowed her to rest. Suddenly there was a loud explosion from below, which woke Megan from her half sleep.
"I know those guns." Jack said calmly. He got up and was closely followed by Megan, who wanted her pillow back. They looked outside the barred-off window, and both muttered the same thing together: "It's the Pearl!"
"The Black Pearl?" the prisoner who had spoken with them earlier asked, turning his attention away to Jack. He continued to talk, but Megan ignored him. She could see the Black Pearl so clearly; it was as though she was an elf. She was amazed at how terrifying the ship really looked up close. Well, okay, not really up close, but as close as you could hope from inside a jail cell.
She tore her eyes away from the dark and creepy ship and turned to Jack as he responded to the prisoner's last question.
"No survivors? Then were do all the stories come from, I wonder?"
The prisoner thought about this.
Without warning, a cannonball burst through the outside wall, providing an escape route for everyone in the prison, except for Megan and Jack.
"My sympathies, friend," the prisoner who was talking with Jack said sadly, just before he climbed through the hole. "You've no manner of luck at all"
Jack sighed after looking through the very small opening in his cell, and picked up the bone that the others had dropped. He stuck his arm out of the cell and waved it around a bit.
"Come on, doggy! It's just you an' ol' Jack now. Come on…come on…liiiittle closer, little closer! Thaaaat's it! Come on, you filthy, slimy, mangy cat!"
A resounding crash from upstairs scared the dog away.
Jack moaned, "No! Nononononono, I didn't mean it! I didn't…"
More loud bangs and crashes that came from upstairs startled Megan and Jack up to their feet. Megan went back into the shadows. Jack stuck right where he was, and put his hands through the bars of his cell. Both watched as a dead guard was thrown down the steps, followed by two shadows.
"Koehlen and Twigg!" Megan breathed, just soft enough for only Jack to hear, as the shadows stomped loudly down the stairs.
"Hey! This ain't the armory!" Twigg shouted, disappointed and disgusted. Koehlen looked around at these words, and grinned evilly as he saw Jack. He motioned to Twigg and both pirates made their way to the cell.
Port Royal- The four girls quickly but quietly made their way down the streets. They had no clue as to where they were going, but they had to get out.
"If everything is going along with the movie," Alexa commented suddenly, "then Barbossa should be attacking right about-" BANG! There was a scream and then-
"CANNON FIRE! RETURN FIRE!"
Alexa faced the others, her face mirroring their fear. "-now!" she finished. The girls started running, all trying to keep together, but to no avail. Eventually, Alex and Christie found themselves in front of a grand house without Alexa or Jenny.
"Oh, great!" said Alex sarcastically. "Now we lost them, too."
But that wasn't what Christie was concerned about. "I think that this might be the governor's house," she said slowly. Just then, the doors of the manor burst open and two pirates dragging a young woman came out. Both of them just stood there and watched as more pirates filtered out the door.
One of them noticed the girls, and motioned for them to be taken. Then, the girls tried to run, but soon they were surrounded.
"Parley!" Alex shouted, remembering Megan's favorite line.
Christie's eyes lit up. "Yeah," she said, smiling. "Parley!"
A pirate with a false wooden eye turned to the pirate holding the woman. "Pintel!" he said, "they've claimed parley, too!"
Pintel glared at them. "We must honor the code," he said through gritted teeth. "Take 'em to the Pearl!"
Disclaimer: See other chapters, cos I swear that I only own the five girls, and Meg's clothing. And, unfortunately, the head that is constantly playing "angel" by sarah coachman, forcing me to listen to it on repeat right now. Other then that, I own nothing.
Chapter 5
As the girls huddled in the dark corner of the ally, they worried over what they should do.
"We should try to save Megan. She did save us from being captured," Alex pointed out.
"Yeah," Alexa agreed, "But she probably also knew that if she snitched on us, we would kill her 30 times over."
Alex sighed. "Well, that could be it…"
"But they called her a pirate!" Christie said, abashed.
"Well, look at the way we're dressed!" Jenny said. "Especially Megan. Her areopostel baggy pants, a shirt that says, 'I'M BUSY NOW, CAN I IGNORE YOU LATER?' and a denim long jacket? Oh, sure, she blends in reaaaaaal nice, Christie!"
Alex put her hands up to calm all of them down. "You're all forgetting where we are…"
Alexa rolled her eyes. "Port Royal, duh," she said.
Alex nodded. "And there's only one other place that she knows better, and it's inhabited."
Jenny grinned. "Middle-Earth."
Christie smiled. "And she's got the script."
"Yes, exactly. So, we know she'll be fine."
Whilst all of this arguing was going on, the dusk that was threatening to turn to night finally did.
"Don't worry," Jenny repeated, "She'll be fine."
Yeah, right.
In jail- Megan sat in the corner of the cell, away from all of the pirates in the cell next to hers, partly because she felt like wallowing in self-pity, but mostly because they smelled bad. Megan had half-expected Jack to smell the same way, but he turned out to smell okay, mostly of rum, which she didn't mind really. She actually liked it.
Megan laughed quietly to herself as the other prisoners whistled and shook a bone through the bars of their cell. "Come 'ere, boy! Want a nice, juicy bone? Come 'ere, boy! Come on!"
Jack shook his head. "You can keep on doing that. The dog is never going to move." Megan smiled slightly as one of the prisoners glared at him. "Oh, excuse us if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet." He turned back to the dog as Megan finally let out a giggle.
Jack turned to face her. "I see ye're enjoin' yeself, luv,"
Megan's smile dropped a bit. "I suppose…" she said her tone attempting to be carefree. Jack noticed this and scooted next to her. He put an arm around her and smiled. "Come, luv. Tell ol' Jack what's wrong."
Port Royal-"Okay, guess what?" Christie asked as they huddled in the ally, shivering.
"W-w-what?" Jenny said, her teeth chattering in the cold.
"I'm not hungry any more!"
"Good!" "Finally!" Alex and Alexa chorused.
"Now I'm starving."
"Uhhgg" Alexa said, rolling her eyes.
"I ag-g-gree with h-her," Jenny said. "We h-haven't eaten s-s-since last n-night and w-w-we h-haven't even f-finished our S-S-Subway™!"
Christie smiled. "Mmmm…Subway…" she droned, imitating Homer Simpson.
"Hey, Christie?" Alexa growled, "Shut up."
Alex stuck her head out of the ally. "No one's been by for hours. I think we can go now. Maybe go and find Megan…" she trailed off hopefully.
"I dunno about finding Megan," Christie said. "But maybe about finding some food…"
"Christie!" all the girls shouted, "SHUDDUP!"
In jail- Megan sighed as she rested her head on Jack's shoulder. He was sort of like an older brother, really. Her head hurt, so she really appreciated the fact that he allowed her to rest. Suddenly there was a loud explosion from below, which woke Megan from her half sleep.
"I know those guns." Jack said calmly. He got up and was closely followed by Megan, who wanted her pillow back. They looked outside the barred-off window, and both muttered the same thing together: "It's the Pearl!"
"The Black Pearl?" the prisoner who had spoken with them earlier asked, turning his attention away to Jack. He continued to talk, but Megan ignored him. She could see the Black Pearl so clearly; it was as though she was an elf. She was amazed at how terrifying the ship really looked up close. Well, okay, not really up close, but as close as you could hope from inside a jail cell.
She tore her eyes away from the dark and creepy ship and turned to Jack as he responded to the prisoner's last question.
"No survivors? Then were do all the stories come from, I wonder?"
The prisoner thought about this.
Without warning, a cannonball burst through the outside wall, providing an escape route for everyone in the prison, except for Megan and Jack.
"My sympathies, friend," the prisoner who was talking with Jack said sadly, just before he climbed through the hole. "You've no manner of luck at all"
Jack sighed after looking through the very small opening in his cell, and picked up the bone that the others had dropped. He stuck his arm out of the cell and waved it around a bit.
"Come on, doggy! It's just you an' ol' Jack now. Come on…come on…liiiittle closer, little closer! Thaaaat's it! Come on, you filthy, slimy, mangy cat!"
A resounding crash from upstairs scared the dog away.
Jack moaned, "No! Nononononono, I didn't mean it! I didn't…"
More loud bangs and crashes that came from upstairs startled Megan and Jack up to their feet. Megan went back into the shadows. Jack stuck right where he was, and put his hands through the bars of his cell. Both watched as a dead guard was thrown down the steps, followed by two shadows.
"Koehlen and Twigg!" Megan breathed, just soft enough for only Jack to hear, as the shadows stomped loudly down the stairs.
"Hey! This ain't the armory!" Twigg shouted, disappointed and disgusted. Koehlen looked around at these words, and grinned evilly as he saw Jack. He motioned to Twigg and both pirates made their way to the cell.
Port Royal- The four girls quickly but quietly made their way down the streets. They had no clue as to where they were going, but they had to get out.
"If everything is going along with the movie," Alexa commented suddenly, "then Barbossa should be attacking right about-" BANG! There was a scream and then-
"CANNON FIRE! RETURN FIRE!"
Alexa faced the others, her face mirroring their fear. "-now!" she finished. The girls started running, all trying to keep together, but to no avail. Eventually, Alex and Christie found themselves in front of a grand house without Alexa or Jenny.
"Oh, great!" said Alex sarcastically. "Now we lost them, too."
But that wasn't what Christie was concerned about. "I think that this might be the governor's house," she said slowly. Just then, the doors of the manor burst open and two pirates dragging a young woman came out. Both of them just stood there and watched as more pirates filtered out the door.
One of them noticed the girls, and motioned for them to be taken. Then, the girls tried to run, but soon they were surrounded.
"Parley!" Alex shouted, remembering Megan's favorite line.
Christie's eyes lit up. "Yeah," she said, smiling. "Parley!"
A pirate with a false wooden eye turned to the pirate holding the woman. "Pintel!" he said, "they've claimed parley, too!"
Pintel glared at them. "We must honor the code," he said through gritted teeth. "Take 'em to the Pearl!"