Cassiopeia Lily- Actually, I'm taking French this year in school. I knew that 'parler' was French for speak, but I guess I never made the connection.
ta1nt3d1uv- Thanks! Well, I couldn't just have the straight movie. Then it would be like that Dacen Jace guy said, and I'd just be inserting myself into the script. I dunno, I tried not to do that.
Caribbean Babe- Meh, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Thanks for the review!
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Following Jack's offer, they were ushered into the Captain's cabin where the three of them discussed a deal.
"So you expect to leave me standing on some beach with nothing but a name and your word it's the one I need and watch you sail away in my ship?"
"No. I expect to leave you standing on some beach with absolutely no name at all, watching us sail away on my ship and then we'll shout the name back to you. Savvy?"
"But that still leaves us with the problem of me standing on some beach with naught but a name and your word it's the one I need"
"You know Jack, he has a point here."
"Of the three of us, she and I are the only one who haven't committed mutiny, therefore, our word is the one we'll be trusting. Although, I suppose I should be thanking you because, in fact, if you hadn't betrayed me and left me to die, I would have an equal share in that curse, same as you." He took a large bite of apple. "Funny ol' world, innit?"
She too began munching happily on an apple and after thinking a moment, spoke up. "Well, that's not technically true. If Jack were still Captain, Bootstrap would still be around, so we wouldn't be here right now, fighting over his piece of gold. Correct?"
Jack stared up at the ceiling and was about to say something but was interrupted by Bo'sun, who announced that they were gaining on the Interceptor. Barbossa followed him topside as did Jack and Grace.
"I'm having a thought here, Barbossa. What say we run up a flag of truce? Miss Grace and I scurry over to the Interceptor, and we negotiate the return of your medallion, eh? What say you to that?"
"Now you see, Jack , that's exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl . People are easy to search when they're dead." He motioned to Bo'sun. "Lock them in the brig."
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"Apparently there's a leak."
Jack looked at Grace, who made herself comfortable on a dry patch of wood, pulled out her book and took a swig from her canteen. "You don't seem very worried."
"Thank you, Captain Obvious. They made the stupid mistake of putting us in this cell. And I wouldn't stand there if I were you."
Jack moved and after a few minutes, a cannonball tore through the side of the prison.
"STOP BLOWING HOLES IN MY SHIP!"
"Jack, the door's open."
"Oh."
Running to the deck, they met with a noisy mass of fighting pirates. "Finally!" exclaimed Grace, pulling out Tui and La. "Some real practice." She sprinted off, grabbed a rope and with a Tarzan yell, swung onto the deck of the Interceptor, just in time to stab the pirate who was attacking a weaponless Mr. Cotton. She wounded a few more pirates and then, after wiping her swords, silently returned them to their sheath. 'It would be better if Barbossa didn't notice I had these.' She was grabbed roughly from behind and led onto the Black Pearl once again.
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She watched from the deck of the Pearl as the Interceptor was blown to pieces.
"Will!" Elizabeth grabbed Barbossa by the collar. "You've got to stop it! Stop it!"
Taking this in stride, Barbossa grinned cruelly. "Welcome back, Miss. You took advantage of our hospitality last time. It holds fair now that you return the favor." And he pushed her into the mob of pirates.
"BARBOSSA!" Will roared, getting a firm stance on the side of the ship and pointing his pistol at him. "She goes free!" Barbossa didn't take him seriously at all.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Will Turner. My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins." He raised the pistol to his own head. "On my word do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker."
"Name your terms, Mr. Turner."
"Elizabeth goes free."
"Yes, we know that one. Anything else?"
Will looked over the deck. "Jack, Miss Grace and crew are not to be harmed."
"Agreed."
They had stopped at a small island on their way back to the Isla de Muerta. Seeing as Elizabeth was still safe amongst the crew of the late Interceptor, she realized that Barbossa had no intention of making Elizabeth walk the plank. 'Oh shoot. Not good, not good, not good'. Stepping up next to Barbossa she explained quietly. "Hey, could you do me a favor? You see, I have this grudge against Elizabeth that goes way back and I'd love to see her miserable. (AN1) Wouldn't it be great to leave her on that island? Jack can be a gentleman, shoot the lady and starve to death himself. Savvy?"
Barbossa gave her a strange look and then smiled. "You're a smart one, lassie." Then he turned to the crew. "I was planning to have the lady here watch as we killed her little boyfriend, but I have a better idea! Onto the plank with her!"
His announcement was met with thunderous cheering and shouts of approval. Will fought to the front of the group. "Barbossa, you liar! You said she'd go free!"
"Don't dare impugn me honor, boy. I agreed she'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where. Though it does seem a shame to lose something so fine, don't it lads?" More applause. "So I'll be having that dress back before you go."
Elizabeth gave him a stare that could have stopped a train and threw the dress at him. "It goes with your black heart."
"Ooh, it's still warm."
'At least everything's back on the right track. But the best place for me right now is on that island.' "Yeah, that's what you would have said, IF YOU COULD FEEL ANYTHING!" she shouted.
Barbossa's eyebrows furrowed. "You want to take a walk too, eh?"
"No, no, no! That's not what I meant!" 'Yes, yes, yes! That's exactly what I meant!'
Bo'sun glanced over at Elizabeth. "Too long!" He shook the plank so that she lost her balance and fell off.
"The little lady's next!" Barbossa said to the delight of the crew.
She stepped out onto the plank, put on a huge grin and waved. "Buh-bye, Barbie!" And she jumped overboard.
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The two women flopped down on the hot sand. "Hi. I'm Grace. Nice to meet you." She held out a hand and Elizabeth shook it.
"Likewise."
"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship."
They both turned their attention to Jack and Grace stood up and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Jack. You'll have a bit of rum and you'll feel good as new. Savvy?"
"Right. The rum."
She and Elizabeth followed him, the latter pelting him with questions. "But you were marooned on this island before, weren't you? So we can escape in the same way you did then!"
Jack seemed frustrated to the point of tears. "To what POINT and PURPOSE, young missy! The Black Pearl is GONE! And unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice -unlikely- young Mr. Turner will be DEAD long before you can reach him!"
"Whoa, Jack. That was pretty OOC."
"But you're Captain Jack Sparrow! You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. You sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot. Are you the pirate I've read about or not? How did you escape last time?"
"Last time? I was here a grand total of three days, all right? Last time," He opened a secret door in the ground and entered the cellar. "the rumrunners used this island as a cache. Came by, and I was able to barter a passage off. From the looks of things, they've long been out of business. Probably, have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that." He came up with a bottle in each hand and another in the crook of his arm. Grace took his wrist and pulled him up.
"So that's it then? That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach, drinking rum?"
"Yeah. Sorry, Elizabeth."
"Welcome to the Caribbean , love." He said, handing her a bottle. Giving the last one to Grace, he walked off, Elizabeth at his heels. She looked down the bottle in her hands, frozen in place. Finally she came to her senses and shouted after him.
"BUT I'M UNDER AGE!"
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AN1: Am I, like, the only person who doesn't actually hate Elizabeth? Everyone I've talked to disagrees with me on the subject... Hm...
