Summary: The movie was never made. But, in the past, it all really did happen. A Medallion's missing and in the future, a young woman holds it as a family heirloom. Much to her suprise -and dismay-, she is transported back in time and must face danger and adventure that she never would have imagined experiencing. Self-insertion fic.
Rating: PG-13
Reviews:
aniron1: How will the other characters meet? Tis a secret! (actually, thats just code for "I don't know yet", sad, isn't it? XD) As for the additional dialogue, some is mine, but most of it is from the other script XD so many lines that are so good! I cannot resist... Soooo *nudge* You think there should be a minor romance between Jess(me?!) and Jack? I must admit I would love that but, I don't know yet, possibly. I'll have to think about that one, :)
saiyan-girl-cheetah: Thanks, ^_^ Please, do keep reading, mwahahahah! ;_; I like readers.
Disclaimer: Disney still owns it. I could never fathom the idea of trying to buy it from them. I'm too poor! Even with a job! It's only part-time mind you...
Authors Note: Woo-hoo x.x; Halloween came and went. And I got pictures of my dress. If anyone cares to see, copy and paste the following(don't forget to remove the spaces!!!):
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I know I'm not beautiful or anything, but the pictures are for the dress *_* the dress... I could've made it better though x.x; For the record: this is the dress Jessica is wearing when she's kidnapped.
Chapter Four: Dining with Barbossa
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Will Turner turned a corner and looked over his shoulder. All clear. He lifted the handle to the door and passed through. His brown eyes kept a lookout for any of the Marine's patrolling the Fort. He let the door close behind him before heading for a set of stairs that led down to the brig.
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Down in the brig, a rough, but handsome man kneeled down, a broken bone clutched in his hand as his arm was slipped through the cel bars. He tried to pick the lock with the sharp end, but was having no such luck.
"Please, please..." He murmured and he heard a click, atfirst he thought it was the lock, but then he noticed a shadow on the wall of the stairs. He jumped back and assumed the position of laying on his back on the cel floor, one arm resting beneath his head.
Will jumped down the last step and looked around briefly: he spotted the bone wedged in the lock and raised his eyebrow. Stepping closer, he spotted the man lounging on the floor, apparently relaxed and unconcerned. "You, Sparrow!" Will called out.
"Aye?" Came the reply from the man.
"You are familiar with that ship, the Black Pearl?"
"Somewhat. I've heard of it. Does that count?" Sparrow responded, but something told Will he knew more than just hearing about it.
"Where does it make berth?" Will demanded, moving closer to the cell.
"Where does it make berth?! Have you not heard the stories?" Sparrow asked, sitting up a little before rolling his eyes at the mans expression. He rested back down and held his hands up, using them as he spoke, "Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sail from the dreaded Isla de Muerta. An island that cannot be found --- unless one already knows where it is." He grinned, flashing his gold and platinum teeth.
"The ship's real enough, so its anchorage must be a real place." Will stated, then added desperately, "Where is it?"
"Why ask me?" Sparrow lifted his hand up close to his face and examined his nails.
"Because your a Pirate."
"And you want to turn Pirate yourself, is that it, mate?"
"Never!" Will slammed his hands against the bars of the cell, gripping them tightly. Sparrow was suprised at the younger man's sudden outburst. Will breathed in deeply, giving in. "They took Miss Swann."
"Oh! So it is that you've found a girl!" Sparrow sat up and grinned triumphantly, "Well, if your intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue and so win fair lady's heart: You'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me."
Will stared at the Pirate for a moment, his nostrils flaring before he came to a decision. "I can get you out." He stated.
"How's that? The key's gone and run off."
Will stepped back and examined the brig, "I helped build these cells. These are half pin-barrel hinges," He placed his finger ontop of one, "With the right leaverage and proper application of strength, the door will lift free." He informed him.
Jack lifted his chin up, propping himself on his elbows, overlooking the young man, trying to remember just how he looked so recognizable, then it hit him. "Your name is Turner."
Will looked at him, puzzled. "Yes. Will Turner."
Jack grinned, "Will Turner, that would be short for William I imagine? Good strong name. No doubt named for you're father, aye?" It was more of a statement then a question, but Will replied anyway, "Yes..." Jack stood "I'll tell you what, Mr. Turner. I've changed me mind. Your spring me from this cell and I swear on pain of death, I'll take you to the Black Pearl and your bonnie lass." He stuck his hand between the bars, "Do we have an accord?"
Will narrowed his eyes, studying the Pirate suspiciously: the deal sounded too good to be true, but the thought of Elizabeth set his mind. He slipped his hand into Jack's and shook it firmly, "Agreed."
"Agreed!" Jack released his hand and then brought them up, "Now, get me out."
Will grabbed a nearby bench and wedged it beneath a horizontal bar before lifting it up. The door came off its hinges and clattered onto the ground; Jack was impressed. "Let's go, someone will have heard that." Will turned and headed for the door.
"Not without my effects!" Jack walked over and searched the desk and cuboards, gathering together his pieces: his pistol, baldric and compass. He quickly strapped on the belt before checking the single shot in his pistol.
"Why are you bothering with that?" Will asked as he halfway started up the stairs.
"My business, Mr. Turner. As for your business," Jack stepped up beside him, "One question, or theres no use in going. This girl -- what does she mean to you? How far are you willing to go to save her?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes slightly as he waited for the answer.
Will hesitated, then answered with conviction, 'I'd die for her."
"Oh, good!"
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Elizabeth and Jessica were locked in the cabin all night, finally managing to doze off into a deep sleep that lasted until late morning. Jessica was the first to wake up. She rubbed her eyes and looked around before groaning. She wanted so badly for it all to have been just a nasty nightmare, but, it would seem, things just didn't want to go her way. With a heavy sigh, she fingered the chain of her necklace and looked around, resting her back against the set of drawers behind her. Elizabeth still slept: her arms folded under her head as a makeshift pillow.
Jessica licked her lips and then chewed on the inside of her mouth. If she weren't so concerned about the ever present thought of what the future was going to bring, she would have been complaining about being so bored. But her mind was occupied with bleak thoughts.
So, after this curse of their's is lifted, we''ll probably be raped, possibly thrown overboard, or murdered. Jessica groaned just a little and closed her eyes, tilting her head back until it rested against the dresser. She brought her knees up and rested her elbows on them. I want... to go home. She blew air out of her mouth and opened her eyes to stare up at the ceiling. Depression was starting to sink in. First she had nearly freaked, now, she was getting into the stage of depression. The pretty inevitable fate always looming in the back of her mind.
Jessica looked down at Elizabeth with her dark green eyes, her eyebrows lacing together as she swallowed. Elizabeth had no idea what she had been dragged into.
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"We're going to steal a ship?" Will asked, looking up at the large outline of the Dauntless. "That ship?"
"Commandeer. We're going to commandeer that ship." He looked in the direction of a smaller ship with the title of Interceptor. "Nautical term."
"It's against the law." Will informed him.
Jack rolled his eyes, "So's breaking a man out of jail. Face it, mate: you may say you'll bever be a Pirate, but your off to a rip-roaring start!" He waved his arms around exageratedly, grinning at him, "My advice -- smile and enjoy it."
****** The two managed to get out to the Dauntless and were climbing up the back when Will questioned, "I thought were were commandeering the other ship?"
"Don't ask questions." Jack responded as he climbed over the rail of the bow. Once on the deck, he looked around and pulled his pistol from his belt. Will climbed over and hit the deck evenly, taking a dirk from his belt. The two made way for the stairs and Jack cried out while they went down them, "Everybody stay calm! We are taking over this ship!" He caught the some dozen sailors off guard as they played dice. Murtogg and Mullroy among them.
Will jumped forward, blade pointed at the men before them, "Aye, avast!" He yelled.
Jack's mouth opened slightly as he turned to look at the younger man, he shook his head and silently said: don't do that.
The men burst into a roaring laughter, shaking they're heads they grinned, but Jack just stood, grinning with them, his gun still level. Then, the Lieutenant --Gillette-- stepped forward.
"You're serious about this?"
Jack moved his pistol up and pointed the barrel at him, square between the eyes, "Dead serious."
"You understand," Gillette smiled smugly, though still eyeing the barrel, "this ship cannot be crewed by only two men. You'll never make it out of the bay."
"Son, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?" Jack cocked the pistols hammer and smiled smartly, tilting his head a little.
Gillette swallowed and looked crosseyed at the barrel of the weapon before stepping back; a few soldiers moved forward, they're hands on the hilts of they're swords, but the Lieutenant held up his hand, halting them. "Sir, I'll not see any of my men killed, or wounded in this foolish enterprise."
"Fine by me." Jack said simply, "We're brought you a nice little boat, so you can all get back to shore: safe and sound."
Gillette nodded curtly, "Agreed. You have the momentary advantage, sir. But it will not last long."
"We'll see, won't we?" Jack the looked at Will, "Mr. Turner, short up the anchor! We've got ourselves a ship!"
Gillette's sailors started to make they're way down a rope ladder and crowded into the boat when Jack noticed Will's struggles against the windlass and had no sucsess. The anchor was too heavy for one man, "A little help?" He turned to Gillette, who still stood on deck. The Lieutenant shrugged and gestured to the two closest soldiers: Murtogg and Mullroy. The three men threw their weight into it and it turned. Jack's pistol trained on them all the while.
"I can't believe he's doing this." Murtogg muttered as he pushed.
"You didn't believe he was telling the truth either." Mullroy responded.
Gillette looked over his shoulder at Will, "Do you have any idea, boy, what you're doing?"
Will replied simply, "No."
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Commodore Norrington moved along the decks with Governor Swann, his hands clasped behind his back as he examined the Interceptor. It was the Governor who noticed the boat sailing toward the docks, Gillette waving his arms madly. "Commodore --"
"A moment."
"But --"
"Please."
"Damnit, man! It appears someone is stealing your ship!" Swann stomped his foot, immedately turning Norrington's attention to the bay and sure enough, the Dauntless was on the move. He took out a brass telescope from his belt, opened it and then lifted it up to his eye, training it to the main deck: he spotted Will Turner.
"Rash, Turner, too rash." He commented as he pursed his lips, then spotted Jack, he lowered the telescope, "That is, without a doubt, the worst Pirate I have ever seen."
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"Here they come." Will said as he looked over the stern of the ship. Jack looked over his shoulder and grinned.
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The two had dived into the water and were climbing up the side of the Interceptor when they heard Norrington shout: "Search every cabin, every hold, down to the bilges!"
Jack jumped over the railing and landed silently on the deck, crouched down before spotting a Sentry standing guard. He snuck up behind him and then grabbed him, covering his mouth. "Can you swim?" The Sentry struggled, and then Jack realized it was hard to speak with ones mouth being covered, so he removed his hand and asked again, "Can. You. Swim?"
"Of course, Sir!" The Sentry replied, eagerly, "Like a fish. I grew up summers living in Dover with my Uncle ---"
"Good." Jack grabbed him by his collar and then tossed him over the side of the boat with ease, brushing his hands off on his coat after doing so.
Meanwhile, Will took his hatchet and cut the lines from the grappling hooks and then shoved over the boarding ramps, watching them topple into the water.
From aboard the Dauntless, they could hear Norrington again, "Sailors! Back to the Interceptor, now!" The ship had already started to make way, but one brave soldier grabbed ahold of a rope and swung -Errol Flynn style- over to the ship, but was too late: he let go of the rope and with a cry he splashed into the water.
Jack stood at the wheel and took of his hat as they made for the horizon, he waved it jovilly and called out, "Thank you, Commodore! For getting us ready to make way, we'd've had a hard time of it by ourselves!" His comment was met with gunfire, causing him and Will to nearly drop to their bellys.
Norrington seethed with anger, "Raise the sails!" He commanded.
"Sir, the wind is quarter from astern... by the time we're underway, they'll be gone!"
"We only need to come about, to put them in range of the long nines."
The Marine looked suprised at the order, but relayed it, "Hands! Come about! Jackets off the cannons!" He then looked up at the Commodore, "We are to fire on our own ship?"
"Better it see it at the bottom of the sea than in the hands of a Pirate." Norrington clenched his teeth.
At the helm, the steersman turned the wheel, but the course did not change. "Commodore, theres a problem." He spun the wheel and it turned round and round, but there were no signs of the ship changing its course. "He's disabled the rudder chain, sir."
Norrington breathed in deeply, his nostrils flaring as he chewed his tongue. The Interceptor sailing into the distance, the Marine beside him watched with a degree of admiration, "That has got to be the best Pirate I've ever seen."
Norrington reached out and stopped the spinning wheel, glaring at the ship as it grew smaller, "So it would seem."
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The sky darkened to its usual clear, twilight blue with a few clouds lingering in the air. The full moon hanging high in the sky, its skull face leering down as the edge of a black sail cut through the sky. A roar of the wind sounded as a snap of canvas echoed.
Elizabeth stared out the window, her arms folded over her chest, holding her dressing gown closed as Jessica sat on the desk, playing with the lace of her shift. Elizabeth glanced over at her and then noticed she was still wearing her necklace. "They didn't take it?" She asked, nodding to it.
Jessica looked up and then looked down at the necklace. "No... did they take yours or something?" Jessica responded. Elizabeth nodded.
"Why?"
Elizabeth shrugged, "I haven't any idea."
Jessica looked down at the floor and kicked her feet a little, examining the floorboards as she reached up and played with the chain. She chewed on her tongue.
They both remained silent until the door burst open, startling them both. Pintel and Ragetti entered in, both carrying dresses.
"You two'll be dinin' with the Captain, and he requests that ye wear these." Pintel informed them.
"Well, you tell the Captain that we are disinclined to aquiesce to his request." Elizabeth replied smartly, not noticing the warning look Jessica gave her.
Pintel grinned and spoke jovilly, "He said you'd say that! He also said if that be the case, then ye two'll be dinin with the crew. And ye'll be naked."
Jessica's eyes widened and Elizabeth reached out and snatched the dress from Pintel, who's grin faded. "Fine."
Ragetti tossed the other dress to Jessica and the two left the room, pouting and slamming the door behind themselves.
Jessica and Elizabeth exchanged glances before holding up the dresses and examining them: Elizabeth's was a deep plum silk with small gold lace trimming it while Jessica's was a deep green with a cream colored trim. Both had shifts to go beneath them.
Jessica sighed and then set the dress on the desk. "We shouldn't keep him waiting."
With that, the two girls changed from they're clothes and then redressed in the exquisite gowns.
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Elizabeth and Jessica were escorted into the cabin where a table was set up: Pirates carried in trays of food, dinnerware and bottles of wine while others lit the candles on the table. They were ushered in and sat down next to eachother. Barbossa entered a few moments later and sat down across from them.
"Maid or not, Miss Turner: It fits you." He commented on her dress.
When he said Turner, in place of Swann, as Elizabeth had said, Jessica shot the auburn haired woman a look. She lied?
"Dare I ask the fate of its previous owner?" Elizabeth asked in a cold tone, then jumped when she recieved a sharp kick from Jessica. She looked at her as the dark haired young woman gave her a look: don't do that.
"Now, none of that." Barbossa motioned toward the food, "Please, dig in."
Elizabeth picked up her knife and fork and began to cut a tiny piece of the meat before proceeding to eat it daintily while Jessica stared at her. No one can ever say I eat like a bird: this is insanity. She thought as her mouth dropped a little. After a moment, she shook her head and then grabbed a roll. She took a large bite and then picked at her meat with her fork.
Barbossa smiled and shook his head a little, "No need to stand on ceremony, Miss Turner, and no call to impress anyone. You must be hungry."
With that, Elizabeth dropped her fork and knife started to dig in. Jessica looked at her and dropped her roll on her plate, starind wide eyed at the once proper young lady. Elizabeth was starving: and she ate as such. She bit into the meat and pulled away, taking a large portion as Barbossa watched her intently. "Try the wine..." He poured her a glass as it moved over the table, and then moved to fill Jessica's glass, but she covered it with her hand. "I don't drink." She informed him, shaking her head as Elizabeth picked up her own goblet and took a huge swig, grabbing a roll and then taking a bite out of it.
Barbossa chuckled, "You might want to, Miss Jeffrey. Anything but Wine, Rum and Ale don't come in large quantity aboard a ship."
Jessica set her jaw and then removed her hand, letting him fill the glass. She picked it up with both hands and lifted it close to her mouth before smelling it. Her insides twisted: she once had a sip of wine when she was younger and it made her sick. But, she couldn't go on forever without having something to drink. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the goblet to her lips and took a small sip before pulling it back and sputtering a little. Some of the wine dripping off of her lips, she brought a hand up and wiped her mouth with the back of it.
Elizabeth took another swig of the wine and looked up at Jessica as she coughed, then returned to eating as Barbossa held up an apple, "And the apples -- one of those next." He handed it out to her.
Elizabeth grabbed for it and started to take a bite, but then stopped. She suddenly became aware of Barbossa's gaze, and that he wasn't eating. She momentarily forgot about Jessica. "It's poisoned!" She cried out, pushing her plate away and dropping the apple.
Barbossa chuckled, "Oh, there would be no sense in killing ye, Miss Turner." He informed her.
"Then, why aren't you eating?" She still forgot about Jessica, who was still recouperating from the wine.
"Would, that I could." Barbossa replied. He then took out the pendant Elizabeth had handed over. He let it dangle over his fingers while running his thumb over the chain, he shook his head a little. "You don't know what this is, do ye?" He asked her.
Elizabeth lifted her chin, "It's a Pirate medallion."
Barbossa smirked, and then turned his gaze to Miss Jeffrey, who swallowed uneasily, looking to her to correct the other woman. "It's Aztec Gold." Jessica said breathlessly, staring at the menacing face of the coin.
Elizabeth looked at Jessica, her eyebrows laced together, but then looked back at Barbossa as he started to relay what he had told Jessica, the previous day,
"As Miss Jeffrey said: Aztec Gold. One of eight-hundred-and-eighty-two identicle pieces delivered in a stone chest to Cortes himself. Blood money paid, to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies. But the greed of Cortes was insatiable... so the Heathen Gods, placed upon the gold, a terrible curse. Any mortal that removes a single piece from that stone chest, shall be punished: for eternity."
Elizabeth smiled fakely, shaking her head, "Thats all very interesting but, I hardly believe in Ghost Stories anymore, Captain Barbossa." She informed him.
"Aye," Barbossa laughed as he pushed himself into a stand and paced slowly behind the two women before going on, "That's exactly what me crew and I thought when we were first told the tale: buried on an island that cannot be found except for those who know where it is. Find it, we did. There be the chest: inside be the gold. We took 'em all!" He said, placing a hand on the back of Jessica's chair, causing her to jump and spill the contents of her plate, but neither Elizabeth nor Barbossa noticed, "Spent them and traded them, we frittered them away: on drink and food... pleasureable company." His eyes shifted between the two girls. "But," He placed a hand on Elizabeth's chair as well, "The more we gave them away, the more we came to realize -- the drink would not satisfy. Food turned to ash in our mouths, and all the pleasureable company in the world could not slake our lust."
Jessica shivered and swallowed before she noticed Elizabeth slowly palm her knife, eyes narrowed, she pretended not to see as Barbossa went on, "We are cursed men: condemed, to be forever consumed by our own greed. Gold calls to us... always, and we are driven, always, to find more, and add it to our treasure hold." He exhaled, and then stood up and walked around to the other side of the table, palming an apple from the bowl, "There is only one way we can end our curse: all the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored, and the blood repaid. And thanks to ye two, missies, we now have the final pieces." He flashed a toothy grin.
"...And the, blood to be repaid?" Elizabeth asked uneasily, fingering the knifes dull side with her fingers as she concealed it beneath her overskirt.
Barbossa chuckled darkly before smiling pleasantly, "Thats why there's no sense to be killing you, Miss Turner." He cocked his head slightly, adding pleasantly still, "...Yet."
Elizabeth's eyes widened in horror, her mouth hanging open.
"Apple?" He asked as he held the smooth, green apple up.
Elizabeth reached for it, then lept from her seat, knocked it from his hand and held the knife in her left hand threateningly.
"No--don't!" Jessica shouted, jumping from her own seat and knocking it over before leaping to keep Elizabeth from doing something incredibly stupid: but she was already beyond her reach. Jessica fell face first to the floorboards and whipped around on her backside, watching the two struggle.
"Arrgh!" Barbossa grinned as he kept Elizabeth from escaping. She whipped around and tried to go the other way, but he caught her arm in a bruising grip and turned her back around, but when she faced him, he suddenly released her and backed up a few steps.
When he backed up, he looked down: the hilt of the knife was sticking out, the blade impaled into his chest, just beside his heart. Jessica's eyes widened as she sat frozen. Elizabeth stared in horror just before he pulled it out and held it up, blade facing down, "I'm curious, after killin' me, what was it you were plannin' on doin' next?" He asked her, a dark, almost smug smile on his face.
Elizabeth back up and then darted around him, heading toward the weather deck. Barbossa laughed and then dropped the knife. He turned on the heel of his boot and headed for the exit, but then was stopped when he felt something weigh his foot down. He looked over his shoulder and spotted Jessica with her arms wrapped around his ankle, struggling to keep him from moving.
The dark haired young woman clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, using all her strength. But she opened her eyes when he stopped, she glanced around, then felt a hard jerk on the back of her dress. Crying out with pain, she was jerked into a stand and then she felt a hand close around her throat: it wasn't tight enough to block her breathing, but the fingertips dug into her flesh. She could already feel it bruising. Jessica reached up and grasped the wrist of her holder with both hands and tried to free herself, but failed.
"I thought we'd agreed you were to be a good lass?" Barbossa asked, pulling her closer to his face, holding her neck still before grabbing her hair with his other hand and jerking her head back. She cried out in pain and he released her throat just before dragging her to the doors. Outside, they could hear Elizabeth's screams as she encountered the Damned crew.
"Can ye hear that?" He asked, thrusting her closer to the door, his fingers still intwined in her hair, "Be happy ye were spared from that, Miss Jeffrey." He told her, smirking before he stepped back, jerking Jessica with him, then he waited: for a few moments, there was silence, then he heard the shrieks of Jack the Monkey. The doors flew open and Elizabeth rushed in, running into Barbossa, screaming and gasping for air.
Barbossa released Jessica's hair and grabbed Elizabeth's arms, whirling her around to stare at the crew before pushing her forward, "Look!" He told her, but she closed her eyes; he shook her, "Look!" He repeated, "The moonlight shows us for what we really are!" He informed her as she struggled to get away while Jessica backed against the wall, holding her neck.
"We are not among the livin' and so we cannot die, but neither are we dead!" While he spoke, the decaying Pirates stepped forward, dropping they're duties to listen to the Captain explain to the maid. Barbossa turned her around and looked up at her, "For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it! Too long I've been starvin' to death, and haven't died," he told her, his expression filling with sorrow, "I feel nothing!" He told her, shaking his head a little, "Not the wind on my face, nor the spray of the sea...nor the warmth, of a woman's flesh..." He outstretched his hand to her, letting it slip into the moonlight: as each of the moons beams hit his hand, it turned into a rotting, decaying skeleton. Elizabeth gasped and stepped back away from him, grasping her skirt tightly in her fisted hands, tearing holes with her fingernails.
While he spoke, he slowly stepped out into the moonlight: his entire body changing as his hand did, "You best start believin' in Ghost Stories, Miss Turner. Your in one!" Barbossa grabbed a bottle of wine from an open case outside the cabin doors, uncorked it with his teeth and spat it out on the ground before lifting the mouth of the bottle to where his lips once were and taking a long pull from
it. Elizabeth watched in terror as the red wine spilled over his lipless mouth, down through the skeletal frame of him and spilling onto his rotting clothes. Her stomach lurched before she darted by him and into the cabin, pulling a shaken up Jessica inside with her.
Once within the walls, Barbossa threw the bottle at the door to his right, watching it shatter into shards of glass before throwing the doors shut and turning to face his crew. He let out a loud, joval laugh and the crew joined in. When it stopped, he looked at the skeleton crew and if he had eyelids, he would have narrowed his eyes, "What're you lookin' at?! Back to work!" He yelled.
The crew turned and bumped into eachother as they went to resume they're duties.
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Inside the cabin, the two women sat huddled in a corner. Elizabeth sobbing silently while looking around, jumping at every shadow. Her arms wrapped around Jessica tightly. Jessica, on the otherhand, stared intently at the door, silent, still. She was just as frightened as the other woman, but, she worked to keep calm. One hand then resting on her neck: massaging the spots where she could feel where the bruises were begining to show.
Once more, she found herself wishing it was all just a bad dream.
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Ah, the drill again: read. review. be kind. you don't have to like it, savvy?
This chapter took me forever to write x.x; theres once more, quite a bit of movie scenes in it. But, I've added some of my own dialogue, as well as some from that other script I have. And I've changed me mind: Jack and Will's parts may be a little bit bigger than originally planned. And I promise, this will get better! There won't be as many movie scenes in the coming chapters!
Before I post Chapter 5, I think I want atleast 15 reviews... if possible, :)