I figure I might as well provide a bit more until I get a script to go from (Please, if anyone has a DMC script document, inform me. I really can't write this without it.)
Disclaimer: I /wish/ I owned Jack and Norrington. Sadly, this is not so.
After making sure the unfortunate circumstances in Port Royal were heading in the correct direction, the small creature around which our story revolves had decided to hitch a ride with Will Turner. The young man couldn't see her, and he was going in her direction; why not save herself the wing effort?
She carefully preened her wings, thinking of how the last adventure had ended up. She regretted not showing up to pester the Captain then- she had watched from afar and made sure nothing truly went wrong.
She giggled to herself and twirled around on Will's shoulder. Oh, how fun it would be, her and the Captain- well, as long as she stayed out of hitting range. She had no idea why so many of her charges came after her with bug swatters.
The excited little pixie did another short dance and then sat down quickly. She had forgotten something, she knew it! ...Unfortunately, she had no idea what it could be. She swung her feet impatiently- and then remembered. Oops. She was still in her leather skirt and a t-shirt. Not at all appropriate for the time period. Hmmm.
I don't suppose they sell tiny women's clothing here...
She really needed to remember to change before switching eras. Oh well, no help for it. It wasn't like anyone could see her unless she wanted them to.
She fluttered around the Turner boy's head, humming to herself.
Well, I should find Cap'n. I should figure out what's in that kooky head of his, too. And this kid has no idea where he's going, does he?
She climbed onto the top of his head and hung over into his face, glaring at him. He looked right through her.
"You, Will Turner, are a hopeless and totally incompetent whelp." Ah, that felt better. It wasn't like he could hear her.
She stood up on his head and put her hands on her hips. "I'm gonna have ta find the cap'n by myself!"
She struck a heroic pose, and quickly tumbled off of Will and into the sand as he began to walk somewhere else.
"Oh, bugger." She flapped her wings desperately to keep up. "I didn't mean it, Will! Come back!"
She wasn't sure how she had survived all the time with Will. The boy was denser than a pile of rocks. It was kind of frustrating, really- all the poking and prodding she had to do to get him to talk to the right people. But they had, at last, reached the island where the Pearl was beached.
She flew in front of Will. That ruddy parrot of Cotton's had perched on a branch. Ignoring Will's vague happiness in seeing it, she poked it- hard.
"Don't eat me!"
"I'm not going to eat you." said Will, clearly confused.
"Mmm, roast parrot." she said. "Where's the boss, parrot?"
"Don't eat me!"
"Useless." She sped up and caught the back of Will's collar. "No leaving the tiny girl behind, kid!"
Will meandered along until he found a hip flask hanging from a branch.
"Kid, I'm thinking 'follow the stringy what had Gibbs' alcohol on it' is /seriously/ not a good strategy. I'm smelling a trap. A really big trap." She jumped as a native startled Turner. "Yeah, like that."
She watched him get strung up, flailing. "...Just stop. You are seriously embarrassing me. I am embarrassed to be invisible with you. Yes, please shoot him."
She watched gratefully as he went limp. "Thanks. I'll be floating along with ya until we find Jack, m'kay?"
She got no response. She hadn't really expected one. She watched as they tied Will to a pole and carried him off.
'This reminds me of Return of the Jedi. Y'know, the scene with Han and the Ewoks...or not. Pop culture reference. Pretend I never said anything." They hadn't heard her in the first place.
She flew after them lazily. When they reached Jack's throne, she squeaked and flew over to cling to his hair.
"Cap'n, y'know, I can't let ya out of my sight for a minute! I leave off to check on thing, and ya go all black-spot-cursed on me again. It's bad for my reports." She grinned and settled onto his shoulder. "And now what, they made ya their chief? Woah!" She clung tighter as he got up and walked over to Will.
"You don't speak their language, Cap'n. Points for effort, though." She poked him. "And one more eunuch joke-"
"Eunuchi, snip-snip." he made scissor motions.
"-aaand I'll do..something..right. It's like crack for you, isn't it? You just can't resist. Yeesh." She sighed.
"Help me." he muttered, as Will was carried away, screaming.
"Wait, wait, what? ...We've got a situation, don't we?" She clambered around to his other shoulder and inspected the natives and the very large fire they were building. "We have a really bad situation. Great. I love it when these happen. Only not."
He sat down heavily and closed his eyes again.
She sat cross-legged on him and sighed. "I don't suppose I get a situation brief, do I?"
He didn't answer.
"Thought not." She studied her surroundings. "Obviously they'll kill you if you stop acting the part, but...oh. This is like that Chipmunks movie, isn't it? 'We have made you our chief, now we must cook you in a huge boiling pot.'. Great. Fantastic." She sighed again.
I suppose it would be silly to think he didn't have a plan. But still, I hope he has a plan. Because this is seriously not cool. She scratched the back of her head and decided it was best to wait until the Captain made his move. If he had one.
There is, of course, no real suspense. But I offer the illusion all the same. ;)
Sorry for not bringing our little friend's identity to light yet, but it shouldn't be too long.
And thank you to my reviewer, who pointed out an important mistake in a very small amount of time after I posted the first chapter.
