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Chapter 12 But Why Is The Rum Gone? (Stranded Again)
A wave pound the sand and wash back ... Jack and Sam have made it to the beach. They stand. Jack looks back out to sea: The Black Pearl, under full sail, but listing badly to one side, moves away.
"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship." Sam gives him a dark look, turns and strides off. Just because Jack saves Will in the end doesn't mean he was helping him now! He was going to exchange him for a ship. And that's what really got her.
About twenty minutes has passed in the Caribbean ocean.
On the Black Pearl, Barbossa had a smug grin as he ordered everyone down in the brig. Barbossa leaned over to Bo'sun and said.
"I be expectin' a friend o' mine to arrive at sundown so please prepare for this evening's festivities meal." Bo'sun nodded then quickly shouted to the Culinary Crew. Will and Elizabeth were in separate Cells, as the other one was dedicated to the entire crew.
"I'm sorry Will" Elizabeth said, Will turned to look at her from the opposite site of the cell.
"For what…Elizabeth?" Elizabeth looked up and gave a brief smile; he had called her he name.
"For being so jealous of Sam and trying to ruin you two." Will blinked when had that happened?
"You did?" Elizabeth gave a chuckle. "In my mind, actually" They looked away form eachother.
"You really love her don't you?" Elizabeth asked softly, but for some reason she wasn't as upset as she thought she'd be…she kind of felt Happy…
"Yes. I don't know there's just something-" Elizabeth stopped him.
"You don't have to defend it."
BANG!
Everyone's head whipped around to Hayley's cell and smoke curled from the end of the barrel of her pistol. The lock outside of it seemed chipped.
"It always worked in the movies
Just then two pirates came down looking around the brig and goin' down steps to the ale keep muttering to themselves.
"…must get everything ready…"
"…she'll be here shortly…"
"…red or white wine…?"
"…silver or steel cutlery…?"
"Oi! Sailor!" Will called from the cell, One of the pirates looked at him. "Who's to be arriving?"
"A piratess (pirate-ess) with valuable information for the captain. But I don't trust 'er, no sir-ie she's gots a look abouts 'er in those blue eyes that is not to be trusted. Her voice is that of a Siren only to get what they want in respect for your life. I don' trust 'er-" and the sailor walked back up the stairs with both a bottle of red and white wine still muttering to himself. They all looked at eachother.
"The voice of a siren?" Elizabeth wondered aloud. "Aren't those the merfolk that try to kill sailors?"
"Close, actually mermaids sing so that they can get a man to fall in love with them, and once a man falls in love with them they Gain immortality. But to do that they go close to land and then the ship rams its self into the reefs stranding them there. And some sailor can't swim and drown."
"Janine wanted to be a mermaid when she grew up. But that was when she was like 7." Hayley smiled to herself. That was her blackmail for her.
"'Twas Janine who told me the story." Gibbs Said to Hayley and Elizabeth. Hayley gave a sad smile. She just couldn't believe-no she wouldn't think of that. Will however seemed very happy watching Hayley's sad face, Hayley glared.
"What the fuck are you grinning at?"
Will gave a bigger smile. "Oh nothing." Hayley turned around, her back facing him,
"Bloody whelp."
Sam walks along the beach and looks up at the horizon sighing. Damn. Oh Well Norrington was going to come…she hoped. Sam looked back to the sandy shores to see her own footprints going away.
"Not all that big, is it?" Jack reclines on the beach, his pistol in parts, drying out on his bandana. Blowing on the barrel her starts to reassemble it. Sam glared, she was still mad at him.
"If you're going to shoot me, please do it quickly" Jack Pauses cleaning the pistol to look up at her.
"Is there a problem between us, Miss Samantha?"
"You were going to tell Barbossa about Will! In exchange for a ship!" That hit a nerve.
"We could use a ship you know!" Jack retorted. Then said as-a-matter-of-factly, "Fact is, I was going to not tell Barbossa about bloody Will in exchange for a ship, because as long as Barbossa didn't know about bloody Will, I had something to bargain with - which now no one has, thanks to bloody stupid Will." Sam blinked, that made sense…whoops…
"Oh." Was the only intelligent thing she could come up with."
"Oh." Jack clicked the final piece into place and with his pistol reassembled, Jack heads inland. Sam followed.
"Still ... Will risked his life to save ours –" she tried not wanting to be wrong, but Jack cut her off.
"Ha! Risked his life? He just had your friend scaly tail to bring him to the ship."
"So we have to res- Scaly tail?"
"Yes, scaly tails the things that hypnotized my crew on the Barnacle and made them act out their hearts desire, the scaly tale that I bargained my-…never mind. The Scaly tails!"
"What are scaly tails?"
"Mer-thingies. Scaly tails"
"Mermaids?"
"Yes, scaly tails." Sam thought about this and smiled, so THAT'S how Will got to the Ship so quickly. But even so-
"Even so we must save him!" jack whirls around
"Off you go, then. Let me know how that turns out." He says with shooing hand motions.
"But you were marooned on this island before weren't you? So we can get off the same way you did then!" Jack yet again whirls around.
"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 " he gives her body a quickly glance "unlikely your Mr. Turner will be dead long before you reach him." He turns and continues on his way. She stares after him, anger building. He starts scuffing at the sand with his feet, searching for something. Sam finally explodes:
"Fuck it! You're Captain Jack Sparrow! You vanished from under the noses of seven agents of the East India Company! You sacked Nassau port without firing a shot! Are you the pirate I've heard about or not? How did you escape last time?" Sam smiled inwardly at herself; thank god for Janine reciting his part so many times otherwise she would never've learnt what to say.
"Last time… I was here a grand total of three days. All right? Last time, the rumrunners who used this island as a cache came by, and I bartered passage off." He opens the beach and jumps into the pit and disappears into the tunnel. It's filled with barrels and bottles of rum, all long abandoned.
"But from the looks here, they've long been out of business." He grabs as many bottles as he can carry and emerges. "We probably have Elizabeth's bloody friend Norrington to thank for that." He pulls the cork out of a bottle with his teeth, swigs, climbs out of the pit and heads past Sam for the beach.
"Wait so lemme get this strait, your secret grand adventure was you, lying on the beach for three days drinking Rum?" Jack turns to her arms wide.
"Welcome to the Caribbean, love." He heads towards the shore and she walks up infront of him, walking backwards. She remembers Janine, but mostly Hayley telling her other stories of the Infamous Jack Sparrow and asks:
"Is there any truth at all to the other stories?"
"Truth is like brandy ... Something to be shared with friends, and then only on special occasions."
"You are far less intoxicating than you believe." Jack frowns at this then says happily:
"Oh, come, now. Look at our contretemps this way: we've got shade trees, thank the lord. We've got some food on the trees, thank the Lord again. And we've got rum, praise the Lord. We can stay alive a month, maybe more. Keep a weather eye open for passing ships, and our chances are fair." Jack then frowns to no-one in particular; even he doesn't believe that; maybe another drink will help.
Sam was still looking out on the ocean. Will…
"But what about Will? We have to do something!" Jack smiles
"You're right." Jack tosses her a bottle then toasts to her then to the sea, "Here's luck to you, Will Turner!" He throws his head back and chugs a bit, Sam frowns at the bottle sadly. There MUST be something. Then she gets an idea. Ok so it's not original, but it was in the script! She sits down, glances at Jack, then sings softly:
"Drink up me hearties, yo ho ..." then takes a swig, Jack looks at her, slightly surprised.
"What? What was that, Sam?"
"It's nothing. A song I learned about pirates."
"I know a lot of songs about pirates, but none I'd teach a lass. Let's hear it."
"I've outgrown such romantic fictions."
"Come on. We've got the time." Sam wonders if this would be the way to get him drunk.
"No I don't sing infront of people I'd have to be REALLY drunk-"
"More to drink!" and he hands her another full bottle. Then looks at her and takes a swig.
A fire blazes at their height and Jack and Elizabeth are circling it, roaring drunk, arm in arm, singing the song all the way up to the stars –
We're rascals and scoundrels and villains and naves. Drink up me hearties yo ho, we're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs. Drink up me hearties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me!
"I LOVE this song." Jack raves, they hoist their bottles, but only Jack drinks. He drains the bottle, and then tosses it away. Sam laughs then continues:
We're beggars and blighters, ne'er do well cads, Drink up me hearties, yo ho!
Aye but we're loved by our mums and our dads. Drink up me hearties, yo ho!
"Really Bad eggs!" Jack Falls to the sand and Sam plops down next to him. "When I get the Black Pearl back, I'm going to teach it to the whole crew, and we'll sing it all the time!"
"You'll be positively the most musical pirates to sail the Spanish Main!" Sam salutes the idea with her bottle. Jack takes her bottle and salutes back-and keeps the bottle. He sits looks out onto the horizon.
"Not just the Spanish Main. The whole ocean ... the whole world. Wherever we want to go, we go. That's what a ship is, you know. Not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails. That's what a ship needs ... but what a ship is what the Black Pearl really is ... is freedom." Sam schooches closer and lays her head on his shoulder.
"Jack, it must be terrible for you to be trapped here."
"Ah, well ... the company is better than last time." He looks over to her and can se right down her shirt "And the scenery has definitely improved."
"Mr. Sparrow. I'm not sure I've had enough rum to allow that kind of talk."
"I know exactly what you mean, love." He takes a swig of her bottle "have more to drink then!" Sam shrugs with a sleight but promising smile. She picks up the empty bottle from the ground, holds it up. Jack holds his up.
"To freedom…to the Black Pearl."
Sam smiles "To Pony!" Jack smirks at her.
"Yes, to Pony!" They tap bottles. Sam fakes a drink as he chugs-
Back on the Black Pearl, the crew as polished as a bunch of scurvy 'ne'er do well cads' could be.
"I'm sick and tiered of waiting' for this wench when will she who up?" Pintel grumbled, Barbossa walked past him, and then at the gunwales he gave a low bow. The slightly shouted out to the sea.
"Fashionably late as per usual. Good ta see ye, Miss." Pintel, Ragetti, Kolher and Bo'sun looked at eachother.
"I fink he's finally lost it." Then from the sea came a voice.
"drop the mainsails raise the jib, get the plank ready for board-ding!" in not more then a few seconds later a ship emerged infront of the crew on the port side of the Pearl.
"Holy mary-" a plank slammed down on the gunwale and three pirates walked across it. The ship beside the Pearl was the same model; the only difference was that it was as white as Snow. Not that the crew knew what snow looked like, but just for the fact that the-Pintel read the side of the ship, in gold letters the words The Illusionist was carved very intricately on the side.
"The Illusionist" Ragetti echoed, he turned back to the pirates who came off. The leader wore a sky blue cotton shirt with a black jeweled corset overtop, a black belt around her waits which held both flintlock pistols and cutlass and dark ruby-maroon pantaloons with tight black leather boots. Her wavy brown hair hung loose under a black hat with a maroon feather sticking out. The most noticeable thing about her though was her eyes. Sky blue.
The one standing to her right looked like-
"The commodore!" Ragatti yelled out, the leader smiled.
"Actually, no. He's his nephew. Fellow Pirates, allow me to introduce Lieutenant Fitzwilliam P. Dalton the third. And Navigator of me crew." Fitzwilliam took a short bow, and then the leader turned to the woman beside her. The woman had long wavy black hair and dark chocolate eyes. She wore a tattered dark red skirt, black knew high boots a purple bandana to keep back her hair, a cotton shirt and a black corset laced overtop.
"The First mate of me crew, Miss Arabella Smith."
"I wish to see the crew you promised me." The leader asked. Barbossa smiled.
"Aye, please take Miss, Rome and her crew to the brig. Bo'sun grunted then nodded his head towards the brig, the pirates followed after him. Once in the brig Bo'sun stood at the door. The crew turned their heads and surprised washes over their face.
"Janine…?" Hayley whispered, upon seeing Hayley's shocked face and mouthing her name, Janine turned to Bo'sun.
"Leave us," from the back of her boot she pulled out a whip. "I need to test their endurance." Smirking Bo'sun left. One the door was shut Janine turned back to Fitzwilliam and Arabella.
"Alright Bells I need that Aztec coin," Arabella nodded and went back out the hatch. Janine turned to Fitzwilliam. "Alright. So now what?"
"Now we wait, we can't bargain anything without that medallion." Janine looked at the crew.
"I want them back, if Barbossa's a no go then the only thing we can do is fight, you, Bella and everyone else could die. Well except us."
"Right so we just have to count on Bella." Janine turned the crew a smile on her face.
"So how is everyone?"
"Oh we're fine, being trapped in a cellar about to face off an unknown death is just the thing we needed." Elizabeth replied snidely, Janine made a face at her.
"So how's everyone ELSE?"
"How are you alive?" asked Hayley, Janine smiled.
"Easy my heart is pumping with circulates oxygen to the rest of me and-"
"No I mean how did you survive? I mean I saw the falling, and the slashing and the…DYING!!!"
Janine smirked.
"Sea turtles mate." The hatch was lifter again and Arabella came down with the medallion.
"Piece of cake."
"Mmm chocolate or marble?" Janine asked, Arabella blinked "what?" Janine sighed.
"Don't worry about it Bells. Common Fitzy, time to negotiate."
Ah, Morning on the deserted Rum Runner's Isle where Jack is dead asleep, lying in the sunlight. His nose twitches as, then a bit of smoke drifts by and it twitches again, then his eyes shoot open. Smokenot good. Groaning Jack sits up and rubs his head and eyes and looks over beside him to see that Sam was gone, looking inland he sees all of the foliage in the middle of the inland is ON FIRE: smoke rises high up into the clear blue sky.
Jack leaps to his feet. He sees Sam pour out the last of the rum. Dowsing a scrub brush near a palm tree. It goes up in flames as well. She rolls the barrel in and runs as a loud BANG cracks through the air and burns merrily. Jack can't believe his eyes.
"No! Stop! No, not good!" he looks at Sam then back to the wreckage. "What are you doing? You've burned our food, the shade – the rum!"
"Yes, the rum is gone." Sam ay as a matter of fatly, she wipes her hands. A rum barrel in the fire EXPLODES!
"Why's the rum gone?"
Sam whirls around; she has to play the part. "One, because it isa vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into scoundrels. Two –" She points to the sky. "That signal does up a thousand feet, which means it can be seen for two hundred leagues in every direction." Sam says quickly doing the math in her head. "The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me do you think there is even the slightest chance that they won't it?
"But why's the Rum gone?" Jack asked incredulously. She turned around and sat down, staring out onto the sea.
"Just wait, Captain Sparrow. In an hour, maybe two, keep a 'weather eye open' and there'll be white sails on that horizon!" Jack, wide-eyed and furious, pulls out his pistol and aims it at the back of her head, then re-thinking it he puts it back and stalks up the sand dune to get away from Sam.
"must've been terrible for you to be trapped here jack-" Jack mimicked as he walked along the shore, "must've been terrible for you- Well it BLOODY IS NOW!!" he said shouting at her figure ways-a-ways At the crest of the dune, Jack stops, stares, incredulous –Past Jack, white sails glorious against turquoise waters, is the Dauntless. A longboat is headed toward them.
Jack sighs, "There'll be no living with her after this."
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untill the next horizon.
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