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. Hi people. Welcome to chapter 6. X-Men are involved as promised. Thanks to Jinxeh for the info about them, I can pretty much guaranty I got most of it wrong anyway though, so yeah, you probably did waste three minutes explaining it to me. I can't be bothered with a great long explanation, so lets just get on with it.
Chapter 6.
"Uncle Will! Uncle Will! Uncle Will!" Will groaned and rolled over. He was confronted by the sight of an extremely over excited Jack. How the hell had he got into the cabin? And at this ridiculous hour too? The clock on the bedside table was showing five o'clock. Jack wasn't showing any sign of giving up. He seemed to be determined that Will should get up right this instant.
"What is it Jack? Uncle Will's trying to sleep." Jack seized his hand and began tugging.
"You have to get up now Uncle Will! There's funny people on the ship."
"Yes Jack, they're called the crew. And it's not nice to talk about our friends like that." Jack rolled his eyes and stamped. Clearly he thought what he was trying to convey was blatantly obvious and that Will was being thick.
"No Uncle Will. They're not funny; they're boring (A/N. he means the crew). There's other funny people on board."
"Well, Uncle Will will come and have a look in a few hours. Now go away." Jack sighed heavily and stamped out of the room, slamming the door and swearing fluently as he went. Apparently his decreasing mental age hadn't affected his vocabulary. Will considered going after him and giving him a good upbraiding, but gave up on that idea when he realised that that would mean going out onto the deck, in which case Jack would have won. He went back to sleep instead.
Will reawoke at the much more hospitable time of eight o'clock, having completely forgotten about Jack's 'funny people'. He got up, washed, dressed, made his bed, tidies his room, and generally acted like the prissy little goody two shoes that he was (A/N. albeit an incredibly hot goody two shoes.) Having tidied himself and his cabin, Will went out onto the deck. He was just heading for the galley in search of something to eat, when something shiny caught his eye up in the rigging. He was inclined to disregard it as Jack messing about up there again, but that idea was shot down in full flight by Anna-Maria emerging from the galley with Jack hanging off her arm. On seeing Will, the latter of the two disengaged himself and ran over.
"Uncle Will! Uncle Will! Now will you look at the funny people?" He pointed skywards. Will looked at Anna-Maria, who nodded. He slowly tilted his head back to look into the rigging. The sight that met his eyes made his jaw drop. A group of people were climbing about roughly thirty feet above the deck. The glint that had caught his eye appeared to be two clusters of knives gripped by one of the figures. Will also noticed that one of the others appeared t have a tail and was, of all the strange colours, blue. Evidently it was some kind of outlandish creature. Will looked back at Anna-Maria.
"Are we doing anything about them?"
"No. They're leaving us alone, so we're leaving them alone. And it's not like they're doing any damage." Will shrugged and went to get food, sparing one last glance for the creatures now inhabiting the rigging.
When Will left the galley, he found that the group of strange beings had abandoned the rigging and were now standing in a small cluster. One of them split off and approached Will. It was the one bearing the clusters of knives, except that Will could now see that they weren't clustered, but spaced evenly across his hands. He was a tall man, with brown hair and sideburns.
"Who's the leader round here?" Will frowned slightly.
"I'm the acting captain, if that's what you mean." The man sneered.
"I want the captain, not his deputy." The mans tone was starting to irritate Will. He wasn't normally easy to frustrate, but there was something about this man that rubbed him up the wrong way.
"For your information, the captain is indisposed, and I am not his deputy. I assume you mean first mate by deputy. I am a personal friend who was asked to take control of the situation." Jack chose this exact moment to skip out of his cabin, go over to Will, and grab his hand. He then proceeded to jump up and down chanting "Uncle Will! Uncle Will! Uncle Will!". This had apparently become his favourite phrase. The strange man looked taken aback. Obviously he wasn't used to fully-grown men behaving in this manner.
"This is your nephew, friend of the captain?" Will sighed. He was going to have to perform introductions. Something he had, for some inexplicable reason, been hoping to avoid.
"Jack?" The chanting and jumping continued. "JACK!" It ceased. Over the course of the three weeks since leaving Tortuga, Jack had learned to obey that tone of voice. "Now, Jack, this is…uh…"
"Logan." The stranger supplied.
"Thanks. Jack, this is Logan. Logan, this is Jack Sparrow. He's the captain of the Black Pearl." Jack looked sulky.
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow." Will cuffed him lightly.
"Don't be rude Jack. Now, run along and tell Mr Cotton to get us under way."
"Yes Uncle Will." Will and Logan watched him go. Then Logan returned to present happenings.
"Is there somewhere we can talk? I need to introduce my friends to you, and you need to tell us about the current circumstances." Will thought for a moment.
"That would have to be the dining cabin. It's the only room big enough, or with enough seats, excepting the crews quarters, and I don't think we'll risk going in there."
Will watched as Logan and his friends arrayed them selves around the cabin, three of them at one of the tables and the others on various perches around the room, mainly on the other tables. Will seated himself at the same table as the three and looked around. It was relatively disturbing to find oneself sitting opposite a being with blue skin, a tail, yellow eyes, and three fingers on each hand. The blue creature was conversing with the man seated next it in a strange language. Will found that he was having a hard time not staring at the thing.
After a while, he managed to drag his eyes away long enough to scan the room for Logan. He found him standing in a corner having a heated discussion with a man with virulent red hair. As Will watched, Logan threw up his hands and strode over to the table, taking a spare seat next to the blue creature. Will was quite glad that Logan hadn't chosen to sit next to him. He didn't look to be in what could have classified as a good mood. After a few moments, the red haired man came and sat down in the spare seat between Will and the man at the head of the table. Logan wasn't looking as if he was feeling at all disposed towards performing introductions, so Will waited for him to calm down and the other occupants of the cabin chatted among themselves and Logan scowled at the opposite wall.
After about twenty minutes, Logan appeared to recover himself. He sat up a little straighter and his expression cleared. The talking around the room stopped as everyone looked expectantly at Logan, who in turn looked at the man at the head of the table, who looked back at Logan, who looked back at him, who looked back at Logan…sensible little voice: alright, alright, enough all ready. me: spoil sport. Apart from the red head seated next to Will and the man next the blue thing; this man was probably the most normal in appearance. The only thing about him that struck Will as slightly odd was the reddish pink tint of his glasses. Will decided there must be a perfectly good reason for this and tuned into what they were saying. The man in the glasses was speaking.
"Well, Wolverine, you know our young friend the best, you'd better do the introductions." Will bristled. Young! He decided it was be best to keep his feelings about that comment to himself. The other thing that bothered him was the fact that the bespectacled man had just addressed Logan as Wolverine. What the! sensible little voice: they didn't say that back then. me: says who? sensible little voice: me. me: well screw you. You can be pedantic about such things when it's you writing the story, not me Will dragged himself back from his not so fascinating thoughts to what Logan was saying. It proved to be a singularly boring, long winded, lecture about who he and his friends were, what their group was called, etc, etc, and so forth (A/N. Sorry, our school musical this year was The King And I and that's one of my favourite lines, along with 'tis a puzzlement'). IT didn't sound much like introductions, so Will tuned out again.
When Will returned to reality for the third time in what he guessed to be roughly forty minutes, it was to find everyone giving him strange looks. Logan looked slightly worried…or it could have been confused, it was hard to tell.
"Uh, are you OK?" This comment confused Will.
"Yeah, of course I am. Why?"
"You just looked kind of out of it." Will shrugged.
"Yeah, well, shit happens." More strange looks ensued. Logan cleared his throat.
" Yes…well…anyway. Everyone, this is Will. Will, this is everyone." Will looked confused.
"And does everyone have names?" Now Logan looked confused.
"What do you want to know their names for?" Will sighed.
"So that I can talk to them of course. I can't very well just call them all 'hey you." Logan still looked confused.
"I can't see why not. There's nothing wrong with 'hey you' is there?"
"Please just tell me their names Logan?"
"Oh all right. I still it's superfluous to the current situation though." Will tried to keep from pulling his own hair out by the roots and had mild success.
"PLEASE?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting there. Ok. The dude at the end of the table with the glasses is Cyclops. He's in charge of our little alliance and is a complete and utter tight ass." Cyclops scowled. Logan carried on; oblivious to the look he was currently on the receiving end of. Will was glad it wasn't being directed at him. It was just about cold enough to freeze hell. "That idiot sitting next to you, Will, is Jean Grey. He's a fuck wit and is rapidly descending down my list of favourite people…in fact I think he just fell off the bottom. Moving on. The one on the other side of Cyclops is Rogue. I wouldn't advise touching him unless you're wearing gloves." Will looked confused. "Don't worry, I'll consider explaining later. The dude with the blue skin is Kurt Wagner, or Night Crawler. Either or, it doesn't really matter. The rest are too minor to feature, and obviously you know who I am." Will nodded, looking slightly vague. The strange guests were starting to think that perhaps that was his usual expression.
"Well, I suppose I had better introduce you to the crew, hadn't I?"
"Yeah, that might help." Will stood and went to the door. He pulled it open and jumped out of the way with a yell of surprise as the entire crew, excluding Jack, tumbled through the door. Apparently they had all been their utmost best to eavesdrop. Will turned to his guests. They all looked slightly amazed.
"Well, this is the crew." The strangers surveyed the heap of bodies on the floor and nodded slowly, still looking stunned. Will left them to perform their own introductions and went in search of Jack. The absence of the hyper active captain was disturbing him.
A/N. Well, that was chapter six, and my weak attempt at X-Men. In case you're wondering, the others were left out because my extremely limited knowledge of X-Men doesn't extend to their names, appearances etc. Anyway. Feel free to review and give me more ideas.
Lexi G