Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story. Unless I decide to invent some characters, places etc, in which case I own them
A/N. Hello again. Thank you to the one extremely lovely person who reviewed the last chapter. So, now that that's over with, lets see what sort of random things I can come up with this time. Oh, and by the way, the sensible little voice in my head may interject at some points. sensible little voice: What do you mean 'may'?
Chapter 2.
Will arrived panting on the docks and looked around panting. After about ten minutes searching, he spotted a ship on the far wharf that looked vaguely Pearl like and headed for that one. As he drew closer, a wailing sound sprang in to existence. "Yo hooooooooooooooo, yo hooooooooooooooooo, a piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiraaaaaaaates liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife foooooooor meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" The last note, which is only being referred to as a note because I can't think of a more suitable name right now, of the song had only just finished when the wailing started again, this time from the start of the song. Will resolutely stuck his fingers in his ears and strode up the gangplank. At the top he met Anna Maria, who was still wearing that daft hat of hers.
"Hey Anna Maria."
"Oh thank god you've arrived Will. Jack's up the rigging singing and we can't get him down."
"Yes I'd noticed he was somewhere in the general vicinity of the rigging. Did you say singing? If that's what you call singing, then you've got some serious problems. It's worse than the music director at my school." (Sorry, just had to throw that in on the off chance that someone from Tintern might read this)
"We were hoping you could get him down, we've trying since eight o'clock last night."
"Oh, is that what that noise was. I thought some idiot must have knocked the attack siren and set it off. I'll see what I can do."
Will duly set off up the rigging. By the time he reached the same level as Jack, the sound of his "singing" had more than quadrupled in volume. Will was unsure as to whether this was because he had moved closer or Jack had just more enthused with the song. After waiting a couple of minutes to see if Jack noticed him, Will began his removal campaign.
"Jack."
"...REALLY BAD EGGS..."
"Jack."
"...YO HO..."
"JackJackJackJackJackJackJackJackJackJack..."
This line of intelligent conversation continued for some hours (five, to be exact) with Jack sing the same song at the top of his voice over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, sensible little voice: OK, OK that's enough of that now. Me: Oh, Ok. again and Will repeating Jack's name in a constant, never ending stream (without breathing) sensible little voice: How can he talk for six hours without breathing? Me: Shut up you. After said six hours, Will stopped his flow of 'Jack' and frowned. He then drew a deep breath and bellowed as loud as he could (there reports of echoes being heard in Casablanca, wherever that is); "JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Jack stopped singing abruptly and looked around. Spotting Will, he called out
"Hello there Will! Lovely day for it, eh!"
Will blinked and shook his head to try and stop the ringing in his ears. Jack had an extremely loud voice when he put his mind to it. Especially when the victim of that voice was only two feet away. After the ringing had stopped, Will attempted ('attempted' being the operative word) to execute part to of his removal campaign calmly. In a somewhat less relaxed voice than he would have liked, he began persuading Jack to come down out of the rigging.
"Jack, it might be a good idea if you came down now."
"Whatever for? It's beautiful day and I'm perfectly happy where I am."
"No really, it would be a good idea to come down now Jack."
"I still don't see why."
"Look, do I have to make you?"
"Make me? Ha! Will, you couldn't make Captain Jack Sparrow do anything in a pink fit!"
"Jack, if you don't come down, I'll use my authority as governor of Port Royal to have the Pearl confiscated, dismembered nail by nail, plank by plank etc, cut up into fire wood and distributed to the poor."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me."
There was a definite steely note in Will's voice now. Whether Jack noticed that note or it was the thought of his precious ship being cut up into firewood, or perhaps touched by anyone less important than the Queen of Sheba, he gave up at that point and climbed down the rigging with Will. After attempting to look sulky and failing miserably, he muttered something to Mr Cotton about getting under way and slouched off to his cabin, kicking things as he went and slamming the door as he went. The sound of shouting, sobbing, glass breaking and other noises generally associated with temper tantrums followed. Will stared at the closed door for half an hour or so and then raised an eyebrow in the general direction of Anna Maria.
"Don't worry Will. It's nothing personal. He'll be over it and in the best of spirits by morning. He just gets a little bit temperamental sometimes."
"It's a habit someone should try to break him of, you know."
"What makes you think I haven't been trying?"
"And failing quite spectacularly, by the looks of it."
"All right, all right. No need to rub salt on open wounds. That's actually why I got you here. I was hoping you might be able to help. And no, it wasn't him that invited you, it was me."
"I'll try to help...How long's he been like that?"
"How long's he had the mental capacity of a seven year old? Oh about four years now."
"Right...Mr Cotton where are we headed to?"
Me: since we all know that Mr Cotton is mute and his parrot talks for him, I'm going to have to make up some random lines here
"Land ho! Land ho!"
Will raised a questioning eyebrow at Anna Maria.
"We decided that means Tortuga."
"Tortuga...I think I may be able to work with that. Let's get to it shall we?"
A/N. Well? Was that Ok? That's the longest chapter I've ever written. Two pages and three lines...Aren't you proud of me? Now please will you review? Thanks! ;)
Lexi G