WOO!
Thanks for reading, I wish you would review…that's what makes me write…anyway!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my made up characters and shoddy plot.
BTW- No coincidence on the name; I was looking at my bedroom wall while writing and I have tons of pictures wallpapering my room, and, being too lazy to get up or think of a name, I glanced at a poster next to my bed that included Leonardo DiCaprio's filmography, which mentioned Ellen Barkin. Hope that answered your question, "name' (sorry I'm not hooked up to the net and I forgot your name! sorry!)
Jack awoke groggily and rubbed his eyes. Sleep slid off him in waves, and after he'd shaken off the first few he began to remember the events of the previous evening. As his thoughts returned he started and, in one graceful flow of muscle, he leapt up and promptly tripped on his boots and staggered out the door and was on deck within a moment. His kohl-lined eyes took in the Pearl's surroundings, scanning the seascape in a 360: water, water, flying fish in water, water, and- ah…land ho.
"Mr, Gibbs?" Jack called, his mouth twisting into a satisfied grin. "Is that what I think it is?"
At the sound f his captain's voice, Gibbs clambered off the rigging with his telescope and hurried to answer. "Aye, cap'n. We made it in record time! Almost like the ship knows we're in a hurry, eh?"
Jack made a noncommittal noise in his throat, distracted. If even the Pearl was rushing, Barbossa couldn't have been lying about the Elementals. Well, the sooner the could get started. All he had to do now was get Will and Elizabeth-
Oh, dear. Will and Elizabeth. Jack was quite aware that, although they shared a very special bond of friendship, they were not going to appreciate him blowing on to their front doorstep to whisk them away on another life-risking expedition. They had adventure in their blood, but no one had that much adventure. Well, maybe Jack did. But he wouldn't admit it.
Port Royal was beginning to come into more detailed view. Jack could see small people with small tasks on shore, and he smiled in spite of himself. In this landscape he remembered the almost enjoyable events of last year. He could see the dock that he and Will had maneuvered around to get to the Dauntless, he could see the cliffs where Elizabeth had fallen. He could see where Will had, against his better judgment, freed Jack from prison to pursue a piratical undertaking.
Well- no he couldn't. But he imagined he could, staring up at the high stone walls of the fort. Jack thought specifically about this memory, however. Spending time with Will was remarkably like spending time with Bill Turner. They shared looks, scruples, blood…the wrinkle in the brow they both got when scrunching up their noses at something particularly ridiculous that had come out of Jack's mouth. Jack felt a twinge at his heart. He was looking forward to seeing the Turners. They probably weren't even expecting him.
Surprise!
"Weigh anchor, Mr. Gibbs! We don't want to get so close they recognize us. Draw up a longboat for me as well."
"Aye, cap'n."
"I intend to persuade the Turners to come aboard with us. Er- this may take a while. Anamaria, you come with me. The rest of you, don't let anything happen to my ship."
Sorry, this chapter was really short and uneventful. It was kind of more to get my creative juices flowing again after my week from hell. I hope it'll pick up pace after next chapter.