Madeleine was standing on her tiptoes on top of a small table in the cabin where she and Elizabeth had been staying for the day. Naturally, she hadn't been invited to the dinner, but she still wanted to hear everything that was going on so that she would know when Elizabeth was about to stab Barbossa and then spend the next two and a half minutes screaming her lungs out on the main deck. For the last five minutes, Madeleine had been taking off her stuffy dress and changed into a spare pirate-y outfit that she had found under the bed, much like Elizabeth had done in Dead Man's Chest.
"I hardly believe in ghost stories any more, Captain Barbossa," she heard Elizabeth say disbelievingly. Madeleine smirked as the conversation continued. Still listening, she began to pick at her fingernails.
"Man, two days in the eighteenth century and this is what you get!" she thought. She was jerked back to her plan of what to do next when she heard lots of quick steps from above her and realized that they must be having their mini-chase scene. She quickly dashed up the stairs to the main deck. Though expecting it, she still screamed when she saw all of the skeletons running around. Apparently she was right on time, because she heard Elizabeth screaming somewhere above her at about the same time.
"Oh my God, skeletons, don't touch me!" Madeleine yelled. She screamed as two of the skeletons grabbed her by the wrists and quickly spun her around until she was so dizzy that she spun into Barbossa when they let go of her. Elizabeth was thrown at him at about the same time. He grabbed the two by their necks and turned them around to face the moon.
"Look! The moonlight shows us for what we truly are! We are not among the living, because we can not die, but neither are we dead! I feel nothing!" He continued desperately. Elizabeth and Madeleine slowly started backing away as he slowly turned into a skeleton as he stepped into the moonlight. "Not the wind, nor the spray of the sea, nor the warmth of a woman's flesh. You best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner. You're in one!" He finished dramatically. Then he took a bottle of wine and drained it. The wine grotesquely poured through his skeletal rib cage. Elizabeth ran into the captain's quarters and Madeleine followed her. Elizabeth curled herself into a ball in the farthest corner of the room. Madeleine was in the middle, still slightly swaying on the spot.
"Calm down, Madeleine, there's nothing to be afraid of," She told herself sternly. "But talk about special effects!"
Okay…that's all for now! I know it was short, yeah…new chapter soon!