I know this is only the third chapter, but if anyone knows where I can get a script for DMC, please tell me. Dont forget to review!
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"You. Sparrow!"
Opening her eyes, Grace shot up and looked around. "Huh? What? Where the heck am- Oh, right. Ignore me, carry on."
"Aye?"
Will, who was slighly out of breath, came to a halt outside the cell."You are familiar with that ship, the Black Pearl?"
"I've heard of it."
"Pfft, you're telling me."
Casting her a wary glance, Will continued. "Where does it make berth?"
"Where does it make berth? Have you not heard the stories? Captain Barbossa and his crew of miscreants sail from the dreaded Isla de Muerta."
"It's an island that cannot be found except by those who already know where it is." Grace finished.
"The ship's real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?"
"Why ask me?"
"Duh, Jack. Because you're a pirate.
"And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?"
"Never! They took Miss Swann."
"Oh, so it is that you've found a girl. I see. Well, if you're intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue and so win fair lady's heart you'll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me."
"I can get you out of here."
"Didn't I tell you to be nicer to him?"
"And how's he going to free us? The key's run off."
"I helped build these cells. These are half pin-barrel hinges."
"I told you that too, didn't I?"
Will stopped for a second. "Wait, you already knew that? You don't look like a blacksmith."
"No, I'm not. But I do know that with the right leverage and the proper application of strength, the door will lift free. What about that bench over there?"
"Yeah... You're right!"
"What's your name, son?"
"Will Turner."
You could see by the look on Jack's face that something had clicked in his mind. "That will be short for William, I imagine. Good, strong name. No doubt, named for your father, eh?"
"Yes. My God, you two know way too much."
"Uh-huh. Well, Mr. Turner , I've changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell I swear on pain of death I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass. Do we have an accord?"
Will held out his hand to Jack and then Grace. "Agreed."
"Agreed."
"Agreed. Now get us out."
Will lifted the bench, fitted it between the bars and detached it from the doorframe. "Hurry. Someone will have heard that."
"Not without our effects."
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After slipping through the city, they finally came to the docks. "We're going to steal a ship. That ship?" He asked, motioning towards the Dauntless.
"Commandeer." Grace started. "We're going to commandeer that ship. Nautical term."
Jack, on the other hand, had more pressing matters to attend to. "One question about your business, boy, or there's no use going. This girl, how far are you willing to go to save her?"
"I'd die for her."
"Oh, good. No worries, then."
Grace smacked him upside the head. "Jack! We're not going to die. Sheesh. Now, tell us about your brilliant plan."
Will, struggling to keep the longboat from floating, rolled his eyes. "This is either madness or brilliance."
"Isn't that obvious? If it doesn't work, it's madness. If it does, it's brilliance."
"True, but it's remarkable how often those two traits coincide."
Boarding the ship and pulling out his pistol, she shouted over the deck of the Dauntless. "Everyone stay calm! We are taking over the ship."
"Aye! Avast!" Will shrugged when the men began to laugh and Grace hit her forehead with her palm.
"Oh, yeah. Smooth one, Mr. Pirate."
Gillette smirked. "This ship cannot be crewed by two men and a little girl."
"I'M NOT LITTLE!"
"You'll never make it out of the bay."
"Son?" Jack pointed the pistol right into his face. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?"
As Grace lowered the longboat, she looked down on Gillette. "Sorry, it's not personal. It's just that nobody likes you." And she let go of the rope. "Happy trails!"
Noticing the Interceptor, Will whispered under his breath. "Here they come."
"Hey, don't be so serious, this is going to be easy."
As Norrington and his men boarded the Dauntless, Jack, Grace and Will swung over to the Interceptor, unnoticed. However, when the Interceptor pulled away, he did notice, as it would have been very stupid and unobservant if he hadn't. Then again, maybe it was the screaming people in the water that caught his attention.
"Sailors, back to the Interceptor! Now!"
Grace was almost on the ground laughing as one sailor attempted to jump over and missed by what seemed like a mile. "I guess it's funnier when it actuall happens in person."
"Thank you, Commodore, for getting us ready to make way. We'd have had a hard time of it by ourselves!"
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Soon they were on open water. Knowing the following conversation, she took a moment to study the swords she had 'borrowed' from Will's workshop. Both looked formidable by themselves: lightweight and yet very sturdy. The first one had a dark leather handle with a black band around it. She held it and practiced a few swings. The grip was perfect. Upon further inspection of the blade, she found that the Japanese sign for 'ocean' had been carved into it. The other was identical to it, except it had a white band and had 'moon' carved into it. She held them up so that they sparkled in the sunlight. Although she had no idea what formailites you had to go through to name a sword, she reverently laid them out in front of her and thought to herself,carefully enunciating each word. 'The black one shall be Tui and the white one shall be La. Sea and Moon. Push and Pull. Life and Death. Yin and Yang.' (AN1) She then turned her attention to Jack and Will.
"Good man. Good pirate. I swear you look just like him."
"No, not really. Everyone says so and I can't figure out why."
"See? She agrees with me."
"Actually, he was a pirate. I was just saying that I didn't think you looked like him."
"It's not true! He was a merchant sailor. A good, respectable man who obeyed the law."
"He was a bloody pirate, a scallywag."
Will angrily drew his sword. "My father was not a pirate."
"Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again."
"You didn't beat me. You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd killed you."
"He's got a point there, Jack."
"Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair, then, is it?" He pulled the sail in so that it hit Will and dragged him out over the water. "Now, as long as you're just hanging there, pay attention. The only rules that really matter are these? What a man-"
"Or woman."
Or woman can do and what a man -or woman- can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday."
"Which is very likely to happen in the near future."
"Stop interrupting me! Now, me, for example, I can let you drown, but I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesy, savvy? So." Jack said as he brought the sail back over the ship and held out Will's sword. "Can you sail under the command of a pirate? Or can you not?
Will looked up and accepted the blade. "Tortuga?"
"Tortuga." Then, turning to Grace he became serious. "Now, luv, what's your story?"
She felt as if she had just been hit with a rock and looked down at her boots. "You won't believe me."
"Yes I will. You'll believe her, right William?"
In response to a nod from both of them, she told them about how she came from the future, where Pirates of the Caribbean was a movie, which was kind of like a play, and it was about the adventure they were having at that very minute.
"So you know what's going to happen?" asked a very confused looking Will.
"Well, it should, but I'm afraid it won't go as planned since I'm here. Like with the dockmaster. In the movie, he accepted the bribe right away. And," She nodded towards Jack, "you picked out the Interceptor by yourself. I'm just hoping that it doesn't get too major."
The pause left Jack and Will to look at each other, unsure of what to think. "I figure if you can believe in cursed gold and sea monsters, why not portals from the future?" added Grace, hoping to get some positive feedback.
"Well," Jack said, leaping to his feet. "You don't seem insane to me. Now, how about I teach you how to use the lovely swords you have there?"
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AN1- 15 points to whoever gets the reference!
