Disclaimer: I don't own POTC...how many more times do I have to say it????
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Chapter 12: Norrington again?
The immense darkness engulfed us taking with it all manor of sound and feel. The air turned a deathly cold and it seemed like my body froze.
I do not remember passing out or ever loosing conciseness at all but all of a sudden it was as though someone had turned on the lights. Heat, sound and movement was welcomed finally by my body as though it had been a lost friend for many years.
I sighed a relief. But then I noticed something. Something very very wrong.
I was no longer crouching on the Black Pearl. Instead I was lying under some palm trees and on top of hot sand.
I jumped up and froze. Where was I?
"Jack?" I called, no answer, "JACK!" still he did not answer but surely enough I was lying on a beach the sea spread out before me.
Jumping up I ran along the sands searching everywhere for signs of the Black Pearl or any other crew members. The sand scorched my bare feet but I did not care. I was only worried about where the hell I was!
After half an hour of searching I slumped in a heap on the sands hugging my knees. I was stuck on an island. A tiny island at that with no sign of where I was or what I was doing there and, worst of all, no sign of the Black Pearl or and of the crew.
What was I going to do? And what was that thing that made everything go...dead. And how the bloody hell did I get here?!?!?
Great, I thought, I'm back to square one! Confused! My head was swimming so I tried to switch my mind to think of other things...I was getting quite good at that now.
So with the wonders of how to get off the island and find the Black Pearl shoved firmly in the back of my mind I began to think of clouds. There was one really close to me which looked like a huge dog. I giggled slightly. And there was another which looked like a bottle of rum. I could do with some rum now.
One by one I looked at the different clouds until I reached the ones on the far horizon.
"Hey look that one looks like a ship!" I said to myself. Hang on...it is a ship!
"A ship!! A ship!!" I laughed jumping up and down in the air like an excited child.
Got to catch their attention. I ran up into the trees and pulled down a few palm leaves. Desperately I grabbed two sticks, which just so happened to be leaning on the white sand oh so coincidentally, and tried to make a fire.
Ten minuets later, my hands bleeding something terribly due to the sticks which kept slipping out of my fingers and delving themselves into my palms, I waved about the two now lit palm leaves.
"I'M OVER HERE!" I yelled even though I knew they wouldn't be able to hear me.
I breeze suddenly swept up and threw my hair over my shoulders cooling me down from the hot sun. At first, like an idiot, I welcomed it. That was until I realised that it had put my palm leaves out.
"Oh bloody hell no!" I cried shaking them as if they would magically re- light. No luck. Instead the embers just went flying about scattering the beach with glowing orange bits.
However, much to my utmost delight, I noticed that the ship was coming straight for me! I began to dance around the beach again thankful that I was going to be saved.
The rowboat slowly pulled up on the beach and I ran towards it...only to stop dead in my tracks and run the other way.
"HALT!" came the posh voice of a man from the boat.
I could feel a gun pointing at me, don't ask me how I just could. Dreadingly I turned around slowly to come face to face with a whole rowboat full of redcoats.
"Goddamn it!" I muttered, "why does it always have to happen to me...?"
I trailed off and stood frozen to the spot at the next man who stepped out of the rowboat. It was Norrington. How? Norrington was dead I saw Jack kill him with my own eyes! My eyes must have given away my confusion because he stepped up towards me and asked,
"Anything wrong Miss Magpie?"
I stared in disbelief. Was I dead? Did I somehow get to the land of the spirits? Or did Norrington just have a twin?
"James Norrington?" I asked to make sure that it wasn't a long lost twin.
His face contorted with anger, "How dare you call me by my first name you common pirate!"
"Well I was just checking you weren't like a long lost twin," I said simply but he still seemed angry, "Look I saw Jack kill you!" I asked, the question was burning my mind.
"Yes and I shot you right through the chest but still I find you alive and well...unfortunately," he mumbled as an afterthought.
"You were the one who shot me?"
"Yes and a damn good shot it was too, just a shame it did not kill you."
"Well your nice aren't you?" I said sarcastically.
"You can act how you like for you shall be swinging in a few days," he smiled with a triumphant grin.
I returned his grin, which he must have found unnerving as his quickly faded, and said, "Ok then James I will act how I like."
He shuddered and shot me with a thousand evils but I didn't care. I just smiled at him.
Swords and guns were brandished towards my neck as I clambered into the rowing boat. There was no way I was going to escape; after all I was on a tiny island with no way to get off it outnumbered 25 to 1.
As the crew rowed back to the now fully repaired Dauntless I hum the tune to 'A pirates life for me' in time with the sound of the oars. This greatly irritated Norrington much to my delight.
"If you don't shut up I'll have you shot."
"If you have me shot you won't have a glorious hanging," I counter attacked.
I had got him; he would never jeopardise a good old public hanging.
Thirty minutes later I found myself nice and comfy in one of the Dauntless's cells. The sound of the sea was loud as the cell's were at the bottom of the ship. However seeing as I loved the sound of the sea this was just an added bonus.
However I was left to mull over my thoughts. Didn't Norrington know I was here to save his sorry ass? Then why was he going to have me swing for...hmm what is he having me swing for?
I stared around the cell. The walls were mouldy and the floor was one inch think with water. Great I was to get a wet bum! A rat ran past screeching as it headed for higher ground.
"Lucky basterd!" I muttered to the rat as it disappeared under the door crack.
Just then I saw a light from underneath the door a Norrington emerged from the corridor accompanied by a look of shear triumph.
"Well aren't I privileged? The man himself turns up to see if I'm comfy!" I said folding my arms and sitting in the inch deep water.
The commodore sneered as he saw me sitting in the water but I merely smiled and splashed it about a bit.
"Just come to make sure you can't escape," he said fixing an extra padlock in place over the bars.
"Oh no worries about that...I dread to think what I will find on your boat,"
He left without another word.
"Sitting in a cell, things aren't going well, really hate the smell, dum de do de dell," I began to sing. It would seem that within a few moments of me being shut up by myself boredom was already taking hold.
Seconds turned into minuites.
Minutes turned into hours.
Hours turned into days.
Two days later, when my song had developed into a three hundred and sixty nine verse and chorus song, the door opened once again to reveal the triumphant grin of Norrington.
"Hello old mate I was wondering what had happened to yea!" I said happily even though I was starving hungry and had a terrible headache not to mention the immense confusion going through my head.
He smiled, much to my confusion. "Nothing could possibly dampen my spirits today Miss Magpie for today is the day you die."
"Ah morbid curiosity has grasped you again like a school child," I said but on the inside I was petrified. I didn't want to die but I didn't want him to see my fear either.
Two burly looking men came forwards and opened the cell grabbing my arms at the same time. I eyed my effects as I was pulled out of the room I had become so familiar to. They were hanging limply on a hook by the door. If only I could reach them.
"Ah yes Gillette kindly take Miss Magpie's effects and throw them overboard...I'm sure she will not need them," he said with an evil glare.
My insides crushed again at the thought of my beautifully carved cutlass being thrown to Davy Jones Locker but I had no time to worry about it as the two men began to pull me out and into the sunshine where my face welcomed the heat and feel of the sea mist once again.
I looked around me. We were back at Port Royale but it looked much different. Trees were knocked down, buildings were half collapsed and animals walked around unprotected by cages or fencing. It looked as though something had destroyed it completely!
"Wha...?" I asked trailing off as I took in more and more of the devastation that had ruined the once beautiful town.
One of the men holding onto my arm looked at me, "It was a terrible storm last night taking us all by surprise. It...went dark," he said remembering, "and cold, it felt like everything stopped..." he trailed off and turned away looking at the destroyed town which was once his home.
People were running around searching for their lost possessions and calling out the names of their children many weeping in despair.
"It was the Evil," said the man on the other side of me.
"Nonsence the thing does not exist! Twas just a storm," said the other sharply.
They began to argue across me about whether it existed or not that I switched off and looked at the wreckage around me but suddenly the mention of my name bought me crashing back to their conversation.
"This is the Magpie??? Well how the hell can we kill her?!?!?" the man was trying to tug me away out of the clutches of the other man but the man was keeping a tight grip.
"Are you mad? We'd get hung! She dies like the rest of those damned pirates!"
My arm was beginning to hurt and I was pulled back and forwards like I was on a rack.
"Men!" I whipped my head around to come face to face with Gillette who was, thankfully, still holding my effects in his hands. "Fighting will only cause her to get away, hand her over before you loose her and your own lives!"
He quickly snapped a pair of arms over my wrists and dragged me off the ship and into one of the only remaining houses. Inside was what looked like make shift jail cell.
"That's it!" I said loudly, "I want to know what the hell is going and I refuse to die before I know!" I attempted to fold my arms and look stern but failed as the chains around my wrists meant I had hardly any movement in my arms.
"Shhh!" whispered Gillette. He sat me down on a pile of straw (which was the only possible chair form there was) and leant close to my ear so that no possible person could hear. "We're going to get you out."
I looked at him my eyes wide in surprise. He was going to help me?
"Your our only way to stay alive...to defeat that...thing," he seemed to have trouble saying the words. "My...my wife she...she was killed in one of these freak storm things we have been having. I don't want my children to have to die in the same way."
His face looked pained as though he hadn't slept for weeks and it was then I realised that, even though we were pirates, Jack and I were the only hope that many people had to survive. The weight on my shoulders doubled as I saw the last flicker of hope glimmer in his eyes.
"How come Norrington...?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"Doesn't believe?" I nodded, "you know what he's like. He won't believe anything unless he can see it and touch it. He returned to Port Royale last week. He seemed to think that he had never been away and deserted us."
Suddenly the cry of what sounded like a seagull came whistling through the window interrupting our conversation.
"That's the signal," Gillette said as he quickly removed the iron bars from my arms and pushed me out the door.
"Signal?" I began but I soon found out. A man dressed in a navy uniform, who had given the call, grabbed hold of my arm and ran with me down to the docks.
"And Miss Magpie?" it was Gillette calling from behind me, "good luck!" he threw me my effects and disappeared inside the hut again.
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A/N: Lol ok so I know you all wanted them to go and meet the Evil thingy now but I wasn't ready to finish this story yet!!!! I think this chappie was awful!! I'm really sorry about it, I was going to re write it but I have to go and pack for Saturday. I will try soooo hard to write another chappie before I go but I can't promise!! Just please tell me you guys will all wait for me to come back?? You'll all be here to review when I start writing again???
For any of you that didn't understand the 'storm' thing it was sent by the Evil dude (just to show you that he is powerful!) and the reason why Annie was moved will be explained later on.
So please go and review!!!
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Chapter 12: Norrington again?
The immense darkness engulfed us taking with it all manor of sound and feel. The air turned a deathly cold and it seemed like my body froze.
I do not remember passing out or ever loosing conciseness at all but all of a sudden it was as though someone had turned on the lights. Heat, sound and movement was welcomed finally by my body as though it had been a lost friend for many years.
I sighed a relief. But then I noticed something. Something very very wrong.
I was no longer crouching on the Black Pearl. Instead I was lying under some palm trees and on top of hot sand.
I jumped up and froze. Where was I?
"Jack?" I called, no answer, "JACK!" still he did not answer but surely enough I was lying on a beach the sea spread out before me.
Jumping up I ran along the sands searching everywhere for signs of the Black Pearl or any other crew members. The sand scorched my bare feet but I did not care. I was only worried about where the hell I was!
After half an hour of searching I slumped in a heap on the sands hugging my knees. I was stuck on an island. A tiny island at that with no sign of where I was or what I was doing there and, worst of all, no sign of the Black Pearl or and of the crew.
What was I going to do? And what was that thing that made everything go...dead. And how the bloody hell did I get here?!?!?
Great, I thought, I'm back to square one! Confused! My head was swimming so I tried to switch my mind to think of other things...I was getting quite good at that now.
So with the wonders of how to get off the island and find the Black Pearl shoved firmly in the back of my mind I began to think of clouds. There was one really close to me which looked like a huge dog. I giggled slightly. And there was another which looked like a bottle of rum. I could do with some rum now.
One by one I looked at the different clouds until I reached the ones on the far horizon.
"Hey look that one looks like a ship!" I said to myself. Hang on...it is a ship!
"A ship!! A ship!!" I laughed jumping up and down in the air like an excited child.
Got to catch their attention. I ran up into the trees and pulled down a few palm leaves. Desperately I grabbed two sticks, which just so happened to be leaning on the white sand oh so coincidentally, and tried to make a fire.
Ten minuets later, my hands bleeding something terribly due to the sticks which kept slipping out of my fingers and delving themselves into my palms, I waved about the two now lit palm leaves.
"I'M OVER HERE!" I yelled even though I knew they wouldn't be able to hear me.
I breeze suddenly swept up and threw my hair over my shoulders cooling me down from the hot sun. At first, like an idiot, I welcomed it. That was until I realised that it had put my palm leaves out.
"Oh bloody hell no!" I cried shaking them as if they would magically re- light. No luck. Instead the embers just went flying about scattering the beach with glowing orange bits.
However, much to my utmost delight, I noticed that the ship was coming straight for me! I began to dance around the beach again thankful that I was going to be saved.
The rowboat slowly pulled up on the beach and I ran towards it...only to stop dead in my tracks and run the other way.
"HALT!" came the posh voice of a man from the boat.
I could feel a gun pointing at me, don't ask me how I just could. Dreadingly I turned around slowly to come face to face with a whole rowboat full of redcoats.
"Goddamn it!" I muttered, "why does it always have to happen to me...?"
I trailed off and stood frozen to the spot at the next man who stepped out of the rowboat. It was Norrington. How? Norrington was dead I saw Jack kill him with my own eyes! My eyes must have given away my confusion because he stepped up towards me and asked,
"Anything wrong Miss Magpie?"
I stared in disbelief. Was I dead? Did I somehow get to the land of the spirits? Or did Norrington just have a twin?
"James Norrington?" I asked to make sure that it wasn't a long lost twin.
His face contorted with anger, "How dare you call me by my first name you common pirate!"
"Well I was just checking you weren't like a long lost twin," I said simply but he still seemed angry, "Look I saw Jack kill you!" I asked, the question was burning my mind.
"Yes and I shot you right through the chest but still I find you alive and well...unfortunately," he mumbled as an afterthought.
"You were the one who shot me?"
"Yes and a damn good shot it was too, just a shame it did not kill you."
"Well your nice aren't you?" I said sarcastically.
"You can act how you like for you shall be swinging in a few days," he smiled with a triumphant grin.
I returned his grin, which he must have found unnerving as his quickly faded, and said, "Ok then James I will act how I like."
He shuddered and shot me with a thousand evils but I didn't care. I just smiled at him.
Swords and guns were brandished towards my neck as I clambered into the rowing boat. There was no way I was going to escape; after all I was on a tiny island with no way to get off it outnumbered 25 to 1.
As the crew rowed back to the now fully repaired Dauntless I hum the tune to 'A pirates life for me' in time with the sound of the oars. This greatly irritated Norrington much to my delight.
"If you don't shut up I'll have you shot."
"If you have me shot you won't have a glorious hanging," I counter attacked.
I had got him; he would never jeopardise a good old public hanging.
Thirty minutes later I found myself nice and comfy in one of the Dauntless's cells. The sound of the sea was loud as the cell's were at the bottom of the ship. However seeing as I loved the sound of the sea this was just an added bonus.
However I was left to mull over my thoughts. Didn't Norrington know I was here to save his sorry ass? Then why was he going to have me swing for...hmm what is he having me swing for?
I stared around the cell. The walls were mouldy and the floor was one inch think with water. Great I was to get a wet bum! A rat ran past screeching as it headed for higher ground.
"Lucky basterd!" I muttered to the rat as it disappeared under the door crack.
Just then I saw a light from underneath the door a Norrington emerged from the corridor accompanied by a look of shear triumph.
"Well aren't I privileged? The man himself turns up to see if I'm comfy!" I said folding my arms and sitting in the inch deep water.
The commodore sneered as he saw me sitting in the water but I merely smiled and splashed it about a bit.
"Just come to make sure you can't escape," he said fixing an extra padlock in place over the bars.
"Oh no worries about that...I dread to think what I will find on your boat,"
He left without another word.
"Sitting in a cell, things aren't going well, really hate the smell, dum de do de dell," I began to sing. It would seem that within a few moments of me being shut up by myself boredom was already taking hold.
Seconds turned into minuites.
Minutes turned into hours.
Hours turned into days.
Two days later, when my song had developed into a three hundred and sixty nine verse and chorus song, the door opened once again to reveal the triumphant grin of Norrington.
"Hello old mate I was wondering what had happened to yea!" I said happily even though I was starving hungry and had a terrible headache not to mention the immense confusion going through my head.
He smiled, much to my confusion. "Nothing could possibly dampen my spirits today Miss Magpie for today is the day you die."
"Ah morbid curiosity has grasped you again like a school child," I said but on the inside I was petrified. I didn't want to die but I didn't want him to see my fear either.
Two burly looking men came forwards and opened the cell grabbing my arms at the same time. I eyed my effects as I was pulled out of the room I had become so familiar to. They were hanging limply on a hook by the door. If only I could reach them.
"Ah yes Gillette kindly take Miss Magpie's effects and throw them overboard...I'm sure she will not need them," he said with an evil glare.
My insides crushed again at the thought of my beautifully carved cutlass being thrown to Davy Jones Locker but I had no time to worry about it as the two men began to pull me out and into the sunshine where my face welcomed the heat and feel of the sea mist once again.
I looked around me. We were back at Port Royale but it looked much different. Trees were knocked down, buildings were half collapsed and animals walked around unprotected by cages or fencing. It looked as though something had destroyed it completely!
"Wha...?" I asked trailing off as I took in more and more of the devastation that had ruined the once beautiful town.
One of the men holding onto my arm looked at me, "It was a terrible storm last night taking us all by surprise. It...went dark," he said remembering, "and cold, it felt like everything stopped..." he trailed off and turned away looking at the destroyed town which was once his home.
People were running around searching for their lost possessions and calling out the names of their children many weeping in despair.
"It was the Evil," said the man on the other side of me.
"Nonsence the thing does not exist! Twas just a storm," said the other sharply.
They began to argue across me about whether it existed or not that I switched off and looked at the wreckage around me but suddenly the mention of my name bought me crashing back to their conversation.
"This is the Magpie??? Well how the hell can we kill her?!?!?" the man was trying to tug me away out of the clutches of the other man but the man was keeping a tight grip.
"Are you mad? We'd get hung! She dies like the rest of those damned pirates!"
My arm was beginning to hurt and I was pulled back and forwards like I was on a rack.
"Men!" I whipped my head around to come face to face with Gillette who was, thankfully, still holding my effects in his hands. "Fighting will only cause her to get away, hand her over before you loose her and your own lives!"
He quickly snapped a pair of arms over my wrists and dragged me off the ship and into one of the only remaining houses. Inside was what looked like make shift jail cell.
"That's it!" I said loudly, "I want to know what the hell is going and I refuse to die before I know!" I attempted to fold my arms and look stern but failed as the chains around my wrists meant I had hardly any movement in my arms.
"Shhh!" whispered Gillette. He sat me down on a pile of straw (which was the only possible chair form there was) and leant close to my ear so that no possible person could hear. "We're going to get you out."
I looked at him my eyes wide in surprise. He was going to help me?
"Your our only way to stay alive...to defeat that...thing," he seemed to have trouble saying the words. "My...my wife she...she was killed in one of these freak storm things we have been having. I don't want my children to have to die in the same way."
His face looked pained as though he hadn't slept for weeks and it was then I realised that, even though we were pirates, Jack and I were the only hope that many people had to survive. The weight on my shoulders doubled as I saw the last flicker of hope glimmer in his eyes.
"How come Norrington...?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"Doesn't believe?" I nodded, "you know what he's like. He won't believe anything unless he can see it and touch it. He returned to Port Royale last week. He seemed to think that he had never been away and deserted us."
Suddenly the cry of what sounded like a seagull came whistling through the window interrupting our conversation.
"That's the signal," Gillette said as he quickly removed the iron bars from my arms and pushed me out the door.
"Signal?" I began but I soon found out. A man dressed in a navy uniform, who had given the call, grabbed hold of my arm and ran with me down to the docks.
"And Miss Magpie?" it was Gillette calling from behind me, "good luck!" he threw me my effects and disappeared inside the hut again.
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A/N: Lol ok so I know you all wanted them to go and meet the Evil thingy now but I wasn't ready to finish this story yet!!!! I think this chappie was awful!! I'm really sorry about it, I was going to re write it but I have to go and pack for Saturday. I will try soooo hard to write another chappie before I go but I can't promise!! Just please tell me you guys will all wait for me to come back?? You'll all be here to review when I start writing again???
For any of you that didn't understand the 'storm' thing it was sent by the Evil dude (just to show you that he is powerful!) and the reason why Annie was moved will be explained later on.
So please go and review!!!