Pirates of the Caribbean and the Daughter of Thieves
Quote of the Day
We're gonna still a ship? That ship?
Commandeer. We're gonna commandeer that ship. Nautical term. One question 'bout your business boy, or there's no use going. This gurl, how far are you willing to go to save her?
I'd die for her.
Oh good. No worries then.
-William Turner and Captain Jack Sparrow
-Pirates of the Caribbean and the Curse of the Black Pearl
Chapter 5
Torturing…Eunuchs…Sharks
Ten yards away from the fort, Jack's head broke the surface of the sparkling refreshing water. Breathing heavily, he began to look around him, wondering where the scared shittless friend of his was. He chuckled to himself; he screamed just like a little girl. His hilarity stopped and the amused smile vanished away from his face. The whelp hadn't breached the surface.
He began to panic. He remembered seeing Will with him under the water as he indicated for him to follow him, but he really didn't check to see if he was still behind him. He took a deep breath and went below the surface. Although it was clear to see through the water, the seawater began to irritate his eyes as he frantically searched the sea's depths for his friend. Feeling the pressure of lack of air build up in his lungs, he resurfaced.
Where is he? He thought worriedly, his eyes still moving around attentively in their orbs to find him.
"Will! Where are ye boy! WILL!"
Nothing… not a sound.
Just the sounds of local seagulls above him. He decided to try and call him again.
" Will! Wi!" He swallowed the rest.
He felt himself being plunged into the water by his head by a pair of two strong hands. He began to move frantically as he tried to resurface. Because of his panic he took in water, trying to breathe. He tried to eradicate the hands from off the top of his hat, but the hands were relentless…they wouldn't let go. Finally he gave a final thrust toward the surface, and the hands returned to the owner as he felt a rush of cool, fresh oxygen reach his lungs. He began to cough violently, sharps gasps causing his chest to rise and fall rapidly.
Will was laughing, his hazel eyes dancing with mirth.
"You-u thi-ink that-'s fun-ny?" Jack said, his hat damp and covering his eyes as he stuttered from his violent coughing.
"I-I thought that w-was hilar-i-ious." Will said almost screaming it so he could be heard over the booming laughter. It started to hurt his stomach.
"Really? Well I thin' this is immensely funny." Jack said, his coughing subsiding and a mischievous glint shining in his eyes.
"No Jack you wouldn't dare." He said his eyes changing to amusement to slight fear in a matter of seconds.
"Wouldn't I?"
Will didn't even have a chance to answer, Jack forcefully dunked his head into the water's depths.
Will resurfaced coughing and spluttering. His fierce gaze rested on Jack's grinning disposition. He opened his mouth, mouthing the words:
"Yes I would." His smile widening to show shining gold teeth.
They floated there, minutes later; Will staring daggers at Jack and Jack still smirking.
"Why did ye dunk me in the first place?" Jack asked innocently; his eyes giving off his inner laughter.
"Why? WHY? You dragged me off a fifty foot fucking wall. WHY?" his voice raging at Jack. However, Jack seemed unaffected.
"I just asked ye that."
"Uh-uh- I-" he stuttered, unable to think of a retort.
"Uh-uh-I, what?" Jack said, mimicking him.
"Oh shut up Jack." He said slapping him on exposed left shoulder.
"No need to get physical you pre-pubescent lady."
"Stupid monkey."
"Who calls someone a monkey?"
"Just please be quiet Jack. Try and think-"
"I try not to. It makes my head 'urt." Jack said.
"Jack your infuriating" Will said sighing in annoyance.
"Pirate." Said in all obviousness, as if he was saying "Duh."
Will rolled his eyes and turned away, not really looking for anything, just getting away from Jack's laughing gaze.
After a few moments, Will broke the silence between them.
"Jack…" said uncertainly, afraid that he might have left him alone in the middle of the ocean. Not that he would have gotten far… after all, it was a huge ocean.
"Aye?" Good he was still here.
"How are we going to get out of here? We can't stay out here forever."
"Your right whelp. You came with the Pearl obviously… You didn't swim here right?"
" Yes Jack, I swam 43,000 odd miles to come get you." He said, his eyes narrowing, his voice sarcastic.
"Oh, ye did tha' fer me whelp. I'm touched." He said in mock appreciation, placing a hand over his heart.
"Shut up. Of course I didn't swim here."
"Tha's all ye had to say, mate. Well the Pearl should, therefore, be close by…so we'll just 'ave to wait untilshe comes to pick us up… savvy?"
"Savvy." Muttered Will, not exactly thrilled that he would have to wait in an ocean that was beginning to get cold and cause him to shiver. He saw Jack pulled his compass and he turned around with his eyes rolled. What is he going to do with a fucking compass? Beat a shark with it? He thought exasperated. But no sooner then he did, was there a flash of movement and Will's confirmation that it was fin.
It turned and Will's suspicions were confirmed.
It was a shark.
His eyes widened as he shakily whispered to Jack, "J-Jack."
"What?"
"Jack!" he said, pointing his finger toward the moving danger coming toward him.
"What!" he said glaringly, and turned his body sharply in the water. He eyes widened and mouth dropped opened considerably at the aquatic foe. It began circling around them.
"Holy shit." Jack whispered as the shark began to circle its prey.
"That's all you can say, 'Holy shit.' Well that's just great. We're going to die," Will said rambling. "Oh my god!" he said, realization forming on his face, "I'm gonna die in the middle of the ocean with a drunken pirate…I-"
"Shhh! Don't panic." He said, turning his head around to watch the shark circle around his back.
"Don't panic? DON'T PANIC! I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN WITH A KILLER FUCKING SHARK THAT CAN EAT MY HEAD OFF WITH ONE BITE. AND ALL I HAVE ARE YOUR REASSURANCES THAT WE'LL SURVIVE FROM AN EXTREMELY INTOXICATED, BRAIN SCRAMBLED MAN WHO DROPS OFF FIFTY FUCKING FOOT CLIFFS! DON'T PANIC, HAH!" Will said, his face turning a boiling red accompanying his rage; his eyes still attentively watching the circling shark.
"Don't panic. We just 'ave to stay extremely still. Give 'im no reason to attack and we'll be fine. Just think it this way," he said, trying to be comforting, "at least its just one."
Suddenly however, appeared three more sharks, curious as to what their brethren had discovered. They began to also circle them, obviously happy with their pirate treasure.
"Can we panic now?" Will said, his voice high-pitched and growing hysterical.
Jack didn't answer. He, for once, couldn't think of a way out of this problem. Damn. It must be that sharks are attracted to fuckin' eunuchs because I've never had a problem before, Jack thought, trying to find some humor and light in the recent situation.
Then suddenly, a light like no other shined in Jack's ears. The light of relief.
"Salute!" the familiar voice of Joshamee Gibbs filled the ocean. They both turned toward the sound. In the distance, not too far from their death trap, the Black Pearl, sailing majestic and proud toward them, as the sun began disappearing behind it.
"Thank God." Will whispered, clearly thinking the Pearl had great timing.
"Don't be too quick te thank him yet mate. We not out of the devil's fire yet." This was true. The sharks were beginning to get anxious in their antics; jumping restlessly out of the water. Will's face turned, if that was even possible, paler; the blood draining out of his face completely.
"Cap'n! It's ye. We thought you were a goner."
"Well if ye don't get me out of this here water, I'm gonna be, savvy." He said inching closer to Will, ducking his head as one of the sharks jumped over his head. He held a hand protectively on his hat. No fuckin' jaws is takin' me hat.
"Throw a rope down. We need to get 'em out of there." Gibbs said barking out orders. The crew began scurrying on deck to fulfill the command to get the Captain up safely.
"Careful now. We don't want to startle 'em."
"Us or the sharks." Said Jack in good-humor, relieved to be getting away from danger's harm.
A rope entered the water, and before the sharks could attack it, Jack snatched it and looked at Will.
"Ye're gonna 'ave to hold on te me. 'Old on tight, now, savvy."
"Just get me out of this water asshole." Will said irritatingly. He couldn't stand being in that water for another minute.
"Don't get snippy."
Jack held on to the rope tightly, for both their sakes, and Will held onto Jack's waist.
"No funny business down there Will."
"Shut up Jack."
With one gigantic pull, the entire crew pulled them rapidly out of the water. Jack yelp slightly as one of the sharks lunged out of the water to make a grab at him.
A few seconds later, Will and Jack were sprawled out on the deck, panting heavily. Jack closed his eyes in relieved exhaustion.
Torturing…eunuchs… sharks. He finally did what he wanted to do for the past three weeks.
He passed out.
After two buckets of salt water and a series of slaps in the face by Anamaria, Jack woke up sputtering and soreness and pain spread over his entire body.
"Good afternoon Cap'n." said Gibbs, giving him a hand up.
Jack got up, swaying dangerously as he felt the shooting pain in his back again, but quickly straightened out… well as straight as he could despite his usual drunken appearance.
He looked around curiously and then asked, "Where's the whelp?"
"He's resting. You've been lyin' there for a while now."
"He looked down at where he was recently lying. Water soaked the floorboards, but another substance had taken its place among the wood… a familiar crimson essence. Blood.
His blood.
He looked down to notice that the seawater had irritated the cuts that he had received from his 'sessions' and opened again, bleeding freely. No wonder there were so many sharks circling them. He was bleeding and he hadn't even noticed.
"Do ye want someone to attend to that sir?" he said anxiously, his eyes bearing concern.
"No. I'll handle it meself. Take the helm for the time being."
"Aye sir."
"Oh and Gibbs." He said turning on his heel back to Gibbs, his trinkets chiming by this sudden movement.
"Aye sir?" he said curiously.
"When the whelp wakes, tell 'im I would like to speak with 'im."
"I'll about do it." He said obediently.
"Good man." He said turning back toward his cabin. He was going to clean himself off with a nice hot bath, and possibly paint. He was in the mood and he didn't want to waste the opportunity.
"Did I just wish for a bath. Oh shit I really am insane." And smiling to that notion, he walked of toward his cabin, shouted that someone bring him hot water and a basin, and closed the door behind him.
