So I'm just getting started on chapter 4, but right now I'm shot for a real plot. I mean I have three of four minor events I want to happen, but as for a big picture... Nada. So I appologize in advance.
Oh, wait, must disclaim: I own nothing but Lily, Dallas, Ruth, Jan, and James. But mostly Lily.
I decided after a few minutes of tapping my heels together that while it worked for Dorothy, saying 'there's no place like home' over and over wasn't going to do me any good. I leaned over the edge of the bed to reach my bag. It probably wasn't even my bag, I thought. Probably filled with dead fish, or empty rum bottles. I pulled open the top of the sack and realized that while it may not have been mine previously, this bag was for my use. It contained a small dagger, a sack of gold pieces, an oversized shirt, as well as a pair of loose pants, a wide belt, a heavy wannabe trench coat, two pairs of boots and a leather hat. For some reason it also contained a high crop top, a pair of short shorts, and a skirt that poufed out slightly and fell to about my knees. I decided my Romeo and Juliet shirt and jeans weren't quite the way to blend in with the crew, so I quickly pulled on the shirt and pants, and slid on the boots with the lower heel. I elected not to put on the hat, as it was reminiscent of Jack's and I didn't want to bring that up, now did I?
Coming above deck it seemed like I had stepped back into the first day of high school, rather than a Pirate ship. The men were gathered in circles whispering and glancing at the door I fell out of, which apparently hadn't always been there. As I approached the groups they fell silent, giving me that awful feeling you get when you walk up to people and realize they were just talking about you, which they were of course.
I looked up at the steering wheel thing and saw Will in a deep conversation with Barbossa. Even though they didn't quite show it, I had a feeling they were arguing about me. As I got a little closer I could hear them better.
"We don't even know her name, much less who sent her. She doesn't even know what she's getting herself into." Barbossa said harshly.
"She knows what's happening, she's told me things that have happened since meeting Jack. Perhaps Tia Dalma sent her." Will replied angrily.
I realized it was true, no one had asked for my name, and I was so shell-shocked in being plopped here that I never gave it. I came out from my hiding spot under the stairs and joined the two bickering pirates.
"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything," I said shyly, "But I wanted to at least tell you who I was. My name is Lillian Groves, but I would very much prefer to be called Lily."
"Captain Barbossa, although to hear Turner tell it, you already know that. Now if I can ask, how'd you come to be so knowledgeable about this whole mess?" Barbossa leaned in much closer than I would have liked in an attempt to intimidate me. I say attempt because Will carefully turned me to face him instead.
"That's really none of your business, is it Barbossa? The point is, she can be trusted." Will put a protective hand around my wrist, and I shot him a grateful look.
"As Captain I say it is my business and Miss Groves shan't be left alone until I say so." Barbossa stared at Will through beady eyes and I sighed.
"Captain, if you'd really care to know how I know everything, might we continue in a more secluded spot?" I gestured to the crew who seemed very interested in the conversation.
"Agreed." Will said quickly, ushering Barbossa and myself down the stairs and into what I assumed was the Captain's quarters. "By the way, what's a movie?"
I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time since I'd arrived. "A movie is sort of like a moving picture I guess. It's like when you can remember something in perfect detail, but then being able to show others as well. It's hard to explain." Barbossa and Will each had blank looks on their faces and I rolled my eyes. "Moving picture with sound, let's stick with that definition. And one of these moving pictures was about a young blacksmith who was in love with the governor's daughter. She was kidnapped by undead pirates and the blacksmith teamed up with another pirate to rescue her. Turns out the pirate was after the undead ship, but all turned out well in the end, where the good pirates get away, the undead ones are dead, and the young lovers tell each other their true feelings." Will looked slightly angry at this. "But of course that's only the first movie. The second one involves Davey Jones and Jack's soul, and Will meeting his father, Norrington being almost pirate-like, and Elizabeth making out with a guy old enough to be her dad. And let's not forget our favorite undead pirate is alive again, which I don't fully understand, but what can ya do?"
The look of shock on the two men's faces was too much. I started to giggle, quietly at first but then it turned to full-fledged laugher. After I had gotten a hold of myself I noticed that Will's expression was one I hadn't seen lately, a smile. Not a real one mind you, but it was a start.