AN: YES!! I have finally been able to get past this scene. UGH!! This was a hard one. And yes it is another short chapter. But once I get to Jessa and the Flying Dutchman the chaps will be LONGER!!! I swear on pain of writers block! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!! Im sorry I havent written lately. But here it is. And as I hope you have all noticed I have changed some scenes around and such.
Chapter Four: In to Deep
Jack whirled around the cabin in absolute panic. He was sure he had left his rum bottle on the desk before he went out to the deck.
"Ahh. There ya are mate." Jack said in a satisfied tone.
Jack put the bottle to his lips, just waiting for that sweet bitter taste to run over his tongue. But nothing happened. He tipped it so it was completely vertical. And still not a single drop.
Jack threw the bottle to the wooden floor. The bottle shattering into a million tiny bits. "Why is the rum always gone?" He said in a sad, mournful tone. "The rum is always gone," he huffed.
Once agian Jack made his way up deck, but not to go see Jessa, or quite like either. No he came stomping on the deck and shouting curses about his Rum Happy crew. Surprisingly enough he didn't wake up his daughter.
"The rum is always gone?!" Why is the rum ALWAYS GONE?" Jack stompped down to the cargo hold and went to where they stowed the rum.
Upon reaching the 'rum' hold he unlocked the old door and stepped in. He shivered slightly and wrapped his coat tighter around him and picked one of the lit lanterns from its place on a pillar.
After a while of searching Jack spotted a bottle near the floor. He pulled it out and put it to his lips, though still not getting a swig of his priecous rum he got a mouthful of...sand. He sputted and spit the specks of grainy sand from his mouth.
"Times run out!"
Jack jumped dropping the sand bottle. The shattering sound of glass echoed like the graity low voice that had come out of nowhere!
Jack timidly lifted the latern to his face and walked even more timidly around the hold. He recognised the voice was what baffled him! He saw a hunched figure in a darker corner, if possible, of the hold and crept over speaking in a hushed tone.
"Bootstrap?...Bill Turner?..."
The light that the latern cast fell upon the figure and it straightened looking Jack in the face. The 'man' was a sight that made sore eyes sore! Half-manl, half-sea monster...maybe? He had things crawling on him and a starfish attached to the right side of his face!
When Jack figured this...thing couldnt talk he turned, that was when it spoke, the voice sounding gravely and hard
"You look good Jack." he said smirking and sea water falling from his mouth.
Jack turned and examined him closer, winching at the fact that it was his old mate, Bootstrap Bill Tuner.
"Is this a dream?" Jack asked visablily disturbed.
Bootstrap looked at him as if he was slightly insane and simply answered, "No..."
"I thought not," Jack said frowning and straightening. "Otherwise there'd be rum..." Jack trailed off whistfully.
As if on que Bootstrap lifted a sea-crusted bottle to Jack, who reluctantly, yet eagerly pried it away from Bill's stiff-jointed fingers. Jack dusted off the bottles mouth and took a couple of swigs.
"I see ye got the Pearl back," Bill said in a conversational tone as he observed the hold in which he and Jack occupied at the present.
Jack handed the rum to Bill, who recieved it just as eargerly as Jack and took a swig. "I had some help on retrieving it to be honest," Jack said smiling at Bill, who looked at him questioningly.
Jack answered willingly eager, "Your son!", he said pointing to simply make his point much more known.
Bill looked in slight disbelief at Jack for a moment or two and said slowly "William?... So he became a pirate after all." Bill shook his head, then looked back at Jack. "The Pearl feels a tad younger Jack...it only does that when young 'uns are aboard." Bill's face had lightened up from it pastey blue color at hopes his son was on board, but Jack understood and shook his head
"Nay mate, though I tried to convince your boy o' stay'n on me ship, he refused. Tis be me daughter that ye be calling a young un'." Jack said smiling brightly. He had trusted Bill with his secret before the mutiny and so had no qualms in telling him so.
But Bill's face turned a few shades darker than its orginal deadly blue color. "Jack..." he said in a sad voice, "Jessa's life is in jeporady on this here ship..." Jack looked at him cluelessly.
"Times run out for you and the Pearl." Bill stated coldly, Jack backed up paling "What ye mean mate?" He asked holding his hands out to his side with a semi clueless look.
"He sent me..." said Bill standing up and walking towards Jack, who was loosing his cluelessness quickly and dread dawned on his features. "So he shang-highed you as well?" he said trying to start a conversation agian.
But Bill shook his head and continued advancing "I chose it Jack."
"Ye didnt have to mate..." but Bill cut him off in his sentence and his escape route to the holds door and was no mere inches from his face. "Ye'r times run out Jack, his foul beast wont stop until you are either on that ship or in the locker!"
Jack barred his teeth in anger and fear "What be the appionted time in which he unleashes said terrible beastie?" Bill leaned closer to Jack "I already told you Jack..." he slapped on of Jacks out stretched hands "Times run out!"
With that Bootstrap turned and headed out the holds wall as Jack stared dumbly at his palm. A disturbing black ink spot spread across it and Bill's voice rang out once agian.
"Think of your daughter."
And then was gone.
AN: Im not sure if this turned out as well as I hoped but its what it is so R&R Mates
