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:
jigglykat: Lol, I'm glad you liked that. I hope you can continue reading and tell me what you think! ^_^
Royal Shortness Mandy: ^^;; SOrry my chapters are long, I've tried to keep them under 7 pages but somehow, it escapes me...>.>; bad chapters! Anyway, thanks and I'll try and work more Will in toward the end, ^_^
Dawnie-7: Really? o.O I didn't think it was a really good time travel one... hmmm, thanks for commenting, ^^ and I'm glad you think its one of the best! ^_^
Softbrush: People get shot in PG-13 stuffs! Don't they? Or is that just me...? ¬_¬ LOL Hey, thats me who could die! but I don't, so I'm happy, mwhahahaha... thanks for spotting those mishaps...¬_¬ I've gotten so bad at grammer x.x; Hope you like this next one, even if its kinda pointless ^^;;;
saiyan-girl-cheetah: Yes! O.O I do not like Sharks! That would be a bad thing...sharks = scary, evil and everything Jessica does not like. ^_^ Thank ya, :)
Jupiter's Light: I'll try to be more frequent with my last two updates, ^_^
Queen of Faeries1: ^_^ I shall!
Pirate Gyrl: Lol, I have no life and watch it nearly every night ^^;; And the early draft of the script is awefully helpful, then I just get little ideas and say "Hey, this would be nifty" or "this would be interesting worded this way" ^^;;; Anyway, here's the new chapter and I'll hopefully get the last two out quickly, ^_^
Disclaimer: Ohhh no, its not mine, But how I wish it was ;_;
Chapter Eight: "When will all of this, just be over?"--------------------------------------------------------------------
When the shot was fired, the sound of it sliced through the air, causing Elizabeth to turn around from her swimming. She looked, just in time to see Jack's head bob out of the water, and the form of a black clad person fall off the deck and splash into the water.
Immediately, she knew what had happened. "Jessica!" She screamed before water was sucked in. She coughed and started to swim back toward the Pearl; shouts and heavy boot's stomping around the deck echoed.
Jack looked around confused when he saw Elizabeth, and heard her, then he noticed what exactly was making her act so strangely. The other girl had fallen into the water and was slowly sinking into the crystalline waters of the reef. "Bloody…" He muttered as he worked to free his bonds. They sunk into the greenish clear water and he put his sword between his teeth, kicking his legs as he tucked his pistol into his sash. Swiftly, he ducked under the water, squinting his eyes before he swam down to reach the seemingly lifeless girl.
It took a few moments, but he surfaced and saw a slight cloud of blood around the area. "Damnit!" He swore silently and then started to swim back to shore. The satin dress she wore wasn't as heavy has Elizabeth's had been, it wasn't a tapestry, so it didn't slow, or weigh him down.
Elizabeth reached him, breathing hard as she grabbed a hold of her friends arm and helped him swim to shore. It was then; she noticed the blood, "Jack Sparrow!" She cried out, her eyes wide.
"I know, girl!" He snapped, pulling his blade from his mouth with one free hand, "I've got it under control." His dark chocolate eyes rimmed in kohl darted around, wary for menacing fins.
Elizabeth looked oft to the island, it looked so far away... But she took in a deep breath, kicked her legs and slipped an arm around the unconscious wounded girl and used her free to swim as fast as she could, a determined look stealing away her features.
*****
On the deck of the ship, Barbossa narrowed his ageless blue eyes and clenched a fist before rounding on Koehler, he couldn't do anything to punish him, so for now, he would just be given some of the less savory tasks. He pushed by the crew and then shouted out orders before they started off toward the Isla de Muerta.
Will stared out at Elizabeth sadly before he was pulled down to the brig with the rest of the prisoners.
*****
It seemed like forever, but finally, Elizabeth and Jack reached shore, still swimming with Jessica in they're arms. Somehow, sharks had kept they're distance, Jack was thankful for that. Skewering a shark while holding onto an unconscious person wasn't exactly an easy sport. Especially when using you're left hand. The surf of the water splashed up onto the white sand as they planted they're feet into it.
Elizabeth let go of her and collapsed onto her bottom, facing the sea as she and Jack both watched the ship sail away.
"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship…" Jack informed her breathlessly. He set Jessica down on her back and then fell to his hands and knees, taking in deep, long breaths.
Elizabeth swallowed and looked down at Jessica. She leaned over and pulled the collar of her dress to the side to reveal the salt-water laden gunshot wound. "Good Lord…" She muttered before getting on her knees and pulling it to the side more.
Jack looked down at the wound from his position, and then moved over to crouch beside both the women. He examined the wound with narrowed eyes before pursing his lips, "Clean shot. Went clear through. Must have been close range."
"Will she be alright?" Elizabeth asked, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked at the Pirate.
"She should be alright." Jack nodded, "With rest. We should clean her it as well, and bind it. If done properly, she'll be as good as new in a few weeks, or months, time." He told her before pushing himself into a stand and hunting for two long sticks.
Elizabeth watched him. How did he know she would be alright? He wasn't a doctor. Granted, Pirates had doctors on each ship, all sailors had that. But how would he know she would be okay? She didn't ask. She only watched him as he jabbed the sticks into the sand, plopped down on his bottom end and then proceeded to pull off his boots, stick them over the sticks, and then pull off his socks and do the same so they could dry in the Caribbean sun.
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Elizabeth's feet left footprints in the sand as she walked around the island. She had left Jack in charge of Jessica, and when she met her previous prints, she stared off at them.
"Not all that big is it?" Jack asked as he examined parts of his pistol to make sure they were dry before re-assembling and loading it.
"I hope you have no intention of using that." Elizabeth spoke.
Jack stood up and shoved it into his belt after he finished putting it back together, "Not yet. Ask me again in a few weeks."
Elizabeth's mouth dropped. "We have got off this island - immediately! Jessica needs medical attention and Will--!"
Jack cut her off as he turned around suddenly, "Don't be thinkin' I'm not already working on it, Miss Swann." He turned back around and looked between a few palm trees. He then walked over to them, bent over and started to dig for something beneath the sand. At last, he found it: a large iron ring.
"What is that?" Elizabeth asked from where she stood, "Is there a boat under there?"
Jack heaved the trap door up, and over, revealing a pit. Inside, barrels and bottles of rum… but all were covered with dust and cobwebs. Long abandoned. His face fell.
"What? What's wrong?" Elizabeth moved closer, but looked back at Jessica before turning her attention to the Pirate once more. "How will this help us get off the island?" She frowned as she saw the rum and barrels.
"It won't." Jack replied as he jumped down into the pit and picked up a bottle of rum, he uncorked it, "It won't, so we won't." He took a swig.
"But… you did it before! Last time -"
Jack cut her off again, "Last time, I was here a grand total of three days, alright?" He climbed out of the pit with a few other bottles, "Last time, the rumrunners who used this island as a cache came by, and I was able to barter passage off." He put a few bottles up on the sand before going down for more. "But from the looks of this, they've long been out of business -we probably have your friend Norrington to thank for that-so, that won't be happening again."
"So that's it then?" Elizabeth tightened her jaw, "That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days on a beach, drinking rum?"
Jack stared at her blankly, smiled, shrugged and held out two bottles of rum, "Welcome to the Caribbean, love." With that, he pushed by her and headed back to the beach. "You should look at it this way, darling: we've got shade threes, thank the Lord. We've got some food on the trees, thank the Lord again. And we've got Rum, praise the Lord!"
Elizabeth glared at him before walking toward him, she caught up to him and whirled him around by grabbing his arm, and "So, are all the other stories tall tales? Is there no truth to them at all?" She demanded.
Jack stopped and then set his bottle down, "Truth?" He pulled up his right sleeve to show the P burned into his flesh. He then moved to his left sleeve and lifted it, a series of scars marred the bottom side of his arm before he reached up and pulled his shirt down to reveal his right breast: two gunshot wounds. "No truth at all." With that, he gave her a look and then sat down, casting a glance at Jessica when she stirred.
"We still have to do something about Will and Jessica. He'll die…and she could too." Elizabeth said quietly.
"She," He nodded to her as he picked up his bottle, "we can take care of. Will… not much we can do there."
"But Will risked his life for our own! How can you be like that?!" Elizabeth cried.
"Don't be thinkin' I'm not happy about this, Miss Swann. But I see no use in wailing or gnashing my teeth over that which I can do nothing about."
Elizabeth stood shocked. He was right. Nothing could be done for Will. She would have to face the inevitable…
Elizabeth became lost in her thoughts, staring down at the white sand that snuck up on her feet, clinging to where water had once been. But she was pulled from her daydreams when she heard a loud shout followed by a whack.
"Hey! I didn't deserve that!" Jack shouted.
Even though she had been shot, Jessica still had the means to give a guy a good slap. "That hurt!" She informed him loudly as she clutched her soaked shoulder. Some of the alcohol he had been drinking was poured over her wound.
"It help's you know." Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Well it hurts like hell!"
"Would you like to take a swig too? That'll help dull the pain." He smiled, flashing his gold teeth.
"I don't drink, Mr. Whoever-you-are." Jessica glared as she tightened her grip on her shoulder.
"Well, seeing as we're stuck on this lovely island, and fresh water is hard to come by, I suggest you start. And right now too, in order to clean your wound, a lot of this lovely drink will have to be wasted on it." He looked at his bottle mournfully. "And my name is Captain Jack Sparrow, darling, please remember that."
Jessica continued to glare and snatched the bottle from him. She looked down at it for a moment, still feeling a little woozy and pain shot through her arm as she tried to move it. Hissing slightly, she gave him a look.
"It goes down hard the first time. But the second time, it goes down pretty smooth." Jack grinned.
Jessica looked back at the bottle, and then swallowed uneasily. With a deep breath, she lifted the opening of the bottle to her lips and took a long swig. A big mistake. It burned as it made her way down her throat, causing her to cough and tears to spring to her eyes.
Jack laughed and gave her a few hearty pats on her back. "Easy there, love. You should've started out small."
"Thanks for warning me." Jessica coughed still.
"Here, take another, to wash the first down." Jack grinned and pushed the bottle to her lips again.
Jessica glared, and then did as such. It helped a little bit.
In the background, Elizabeth watched in horror. "Mr. Sparrow!"
"Oh hush up, love, I'm only cleaning her up." Jack rolled his eyes then took the bottle away from Jessica. "Brace yourself." He told her before splashing rum over the wound. She hissed through clenched teeth and held her breath.
*****
Barbossa stood by the stern windows in the Captains cabin. A sour expression on his aged features as he stared out at the sea. It was almost as if he was trying to see the island once more, but it was long gone. In a few days time, they would be rid of this curse once and for all. And if they were still alive on that island, maybe he would go back… maybe. He would kill Jack of course.
He narrowed his eyes at the thought of Sparrow. He managed to show up at the worst moments.
Was he going to haunt Barbossa forever for marooning him? Twice?
*****
The three sat on the beach, each with a bottle of rum, facing the sea and as if on queue, sighed all at once. Jessica's dress had been removed and she wore her under things, the black satin dress had been ripped and made into a sling for her arm while strips were wrapped around her shoulder to stifle the bleeding. She tapped her fingers against her half empty bottle -most of it had been used to cleanse her wound- and pursed her lips. Her arm stung when she moved it, but she tried to ignore, and dull the pain.
Jack tapped his own fingers against his bottle and chewed on the inside of his mouth while Elizabeth stared down at her unopened bottle and shook her head.
"It's not too bad." Jessica commented to Elizabeth as she took a drink. The spiced drink tasted rather good, but this would be the last time she ever drank it.
"Aye, it goes down hard the first time." Jack nodded.
Elizabeth sighed and looked down at the rust colored liquid. With another sigh, this one heavier, she uncorked it and muttered, "Drink up m'earties, yo ho…" before taking a good swig. A disgusted look washed over her face as she swallowed.
"What was that, Elizabeth?" Jack inquired, an interested eyebrow raised.
"Miss Swann." Elizabeth corrected him, then shook her head, "Nothing… just something I learned as a child, when I thought it would be exciting to meet a Pirate." She told him.
"Let's hear it."
"No."
"C'mon. We've got the time. Let's have it." Jack gave her a look.
"No." Elizabeth sighed, "I would have to have a lot more to drink."
Jack looked around, lifted his bottle to his lips and then smiled over at the auburn haired girl, "How much more?"
*****
A roaring fire had been built on the white sands and the sun had fallen down. Jessica watched as the drunken Jack Sparrow danced -it really looked like he was stumbling, really- around it. Elizabeth went in the opposing direction as he; both of them sang a jaunty tune, "Yo, Ho! A Pirates Life for Me!"
"We're devils and black sheep! We're really bad eggs, drink up m'earties, yo ho!"
"I love this song!" Jack exclaimed, nearly tripping on a stick in the sand before regaining himself, he jumped in front of Jessica where she sat and began to sing loudly, "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me! We're beggars and blighters, ne'er do well cads, Drink up me hearties, yo ho!"
Jessica laughed and abandoned her bottle of rum to nest in the sand as she draped her arms over her knees.
Jack continued to sing, giving it more of an Irish ballad as he went, "Aye but we're loved by our mums and our dads. Drink up me hearties, yo ho!"
Elizabeth and Jessica both laughed as he repeated a line out of turn, "Really bad eggs!" And fell to the sand beside the dark haired girl with an "oof!" He pulled Elizabeth down beside him, his arms then snaking around both of the girl's shoulders.
"When I get the Pearl back," He started to tell them, "I'm going to teach it to the whole crew, and we'll sing it all the time!"
"And you'll be positively the most fearsome Pirate in the Spanish Main." Elizabeth lifted her chin high.
"Not just the Spanish Main, love, the entire ocean," He corrected her huskily as he picked up Jessica's abandoned bottle and took a swig, "The entire wo'ld." He gestured with his hands, "Wherever we want to go, we'll go. That's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails: that's what a ship needs but what a ship is…what the Black Pearl really is…" He lifted his hand and gazed up at the twinkling stars, a distant look coming to his chocolate eyes, "…is freedom."
"Jack…" Elizabeth sighed, resting her head on his shoulder as she held her bottle out, "It must be just terrible for you to be trapped on this island…" She murmured.
Jessica nodded and hummed in agreement.
Jack looked between them both and swallowed before nodding, "Oh yes," He replaced his arms around they're shoulders, "But the, company is infinitely better than last time, I'm thinking." He told them, "The scenery, has definitely improved." He curled his slender fingers around their shoulders.
"Mr. Sparrow!" Elizabeth pulled back suddenly, removing his hand from her shoulder as she gave him a coy look, "I don't think I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk!" She informed him.
Jack stuck out his bottom lip just so and then looked at Jessica, "How about you?"
"I must whole-heartedly agree with Elizabeth on this one." She raised her eyebrows.
"Well…" Jack dragged out and glanced over his shoulder, "We have a few bottles left, and we've yet to tap the kegs." He suggested.
Jessica rolled her eyes and grabbed Elizabeth's bottle, "To freedom." She nodded to Elizabeth.
Jack smiled, "To the Black Pearl." He clanked his bottle against hers, then pressed the mouth to his lips and chugged until he fell back onto the beach, passed out.
Jessica dropped her bottle, and then followed in suit, laying on her back and simply staring up at the stars.
"When will all of this, just be over?"
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Took me bloody well long enough didn't it? I have had hardly any inspiration for this chapter. But I finally got it done. It's not too long, and not too interesting, but hey... I did my best! I've decided I'll probably kick it up a notch in these next two chapters, I only want to be 10 chapters long, then I can devote my time to The Sirens Cry! Booya! Mwhaha...
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