Ekari: MWAHAHAHAHA I HAVE TAKEN OVA!
TBP: This better not be a chapter long make out session between yo- err- Emily and Will!
Ekari: Awww... fine...
Furfaidz: As long as no one messes with Jack! I love him as much as Joe Jonas loves paper corn.
Chapter 24
It was nighttime on the Flying Dutchman. Emily and Will were standing quietly in front of the door to the Captain's hall. Well, one of them was standing quietly...
"Will?" Emily asked, having to raise her voice over the waves crashing on the ship.
"What is it Emily?" he asked tiredly. You see, Emily tends to talk... a lot... when she's scared.
"Remind me again why we're risking our lives to steal the key to some chest that might not even exist when we should be finding a way to get off this stupid boat and back to the Pearl so I can shove my size 6 1/2 boot all the way up Jack Sparrow's a-"
"Shhh!" Will said, putting his finger over his lips. "We'll all have our chance to beat Jack bloody as soon as I get this key. Which won't happen unless Jones is asleep. So please stay quiet!"
"Nice." Said Emily, her voice dripping with sarcasm as Will crept into Davy's room. While Will walked forward towards the slumbering form of the cursed sea captain, Emily moved to the closest walk and slunk alongside it, humming the tune for Mission Impossible. Will glanced at her for a moment.
"What?" Emily asked. Will shook his head and approached Davy. Going to the cursed captain's side, he saw that he was asleep. Emily was at Davy's other side and waved her hand in front of Davy's face.
"Out like a light." she whispered. Will shushed her as he grabbed two nearby pens. He moved them into Davy's tentacle Beard and slowly lifted them away so he could get the key.
"Easy... Easy..." Emily said. Will shushed her once again. Then one of the tentacles slipped and slide down on a couple keys of the organ. Emily stepped back her hands in the air as Davy snorted. But then there was a soft sound that filled the cabin. Emily looked down to see a music locket with its gears whirring, letting out a beautiful yet haunting sound. Grabbing the rolled up cloth with the picture of the key, Will slipped it through the tentacles and held it next to where the real key was. The exchange worked and Will held up the key to Emily.
"Mission accomplished." she said, holding two thumbs up. Will shushed her as he walked out of the cabin silently.
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On deck, Bootstrap was pulling ropes to lower a long boat into the water. The two came forward, Will finding a leather cord to tie around the key put it around his neck. Emily hopped up into the boat as Bootstrap stopped Will.
"Here. Take this, too." He said, handing Will a knife in a small sheath. "Now get yourself at land, and stay there. It was always in my blood to die at sea. But it was not a fate I ever wanted for you." Will removed the knife and looked at it, turning it over in his hand.
"It's not a fate you had to choose for yourself, either." Will said
"Family drama much?" Emily said
"Ah. I could say I did what I had to, when I left you to go pirating, but it would taste a lie to say it wasn't what I wanted. You owe me nothing, Will. Not at all." Bootstrap said
"Such a nice dad. Wish mine was like this occasionally." Emily said, leaning on her good arm.
"They'll know you helped me." Will said, worried. Bootstrap just laugh taking a step back and holding out his arms.
"Ha ha! What more can they do to me?" he asked
"I take this with a promise. I'll find a way to sever Jones' hold on you. And not rest until this blade pierces his heart. I will not abandon you. I promise." Will said, holding up the knife. Will jumped into the longboat and from there, began helping his father lower it into the water, although he couldn't join Will and Emily. From the shadows, a figure watched, sorrow clear in their eyes. They slowly walked up the stairs and into the cabin, glancing back at the boat as it sailed out of view.
JJJJHHHHCCCCMMMM
Norrington dropped his wetted wig on the deck, using it as a rag to swab it. Janice leaned on his back as he kneeled down to do it.
"Please get off." he said
"Then where would I lean on?" she asked
"Janice, don't bother the Norrington you may want to join this conversation." Jack called out. Norrington looked in her direction as she walked over to where Gibbs, Elizabeth, Cheyenne, Heather, and Jack were huddled, away from the rest of the crew, but not far enough out of Norrington's earshot.
"Beckett?" Gibbs said, looking at Elizabeth curiously. She had handed the letters she stole to Jack. He stuck out his tongue at the mention of his name.
"Yes, they're signed. Lord Cutler Beckett of the East India Trading Company." Elizabeth said
"It's wasn't entirely easy to get them." Cheyenne said
"Will was working for Beckett and never said a word." Gibbs said, as Jack put a hand over where his pirate brand was. "Beckett wants the compass. only one reason for that."
"Of course." Jack said, looking up from the letters. "He wants the chest."
"Yes, he did say something about a chest." Elizabeth said
"What chest?" Heather whispered to Janice, causing Cheyenne to look at the two. She wanted to know about the chest as well.
"The Davy Jones chest." Janice whispered back
"Huh?" Cheyenne said, confused.
"I'll explain later... with Megan's help... hopefully." Janice said
"If the Company controls the chest, they controls the sea." Gibbs said. Jack looked over to Janice.
"A truly discomforting notion, love." Jack sighed.
"I'll make you more comfortable." Janice smiled. Elizabeth looked from Jack to Gibbs when he spoke suddenly.
"And bad. Bad for every mother's son what calls himself pirate... and knows Janice." Gibbs said, looking around at the sails. "I think there's a bit more speed to be coaxed from these sails! Brace the foreyard!" Gibbs commanded as he walked away. Jack watched him leave before turning to Elizabeth.
"Might I inquire how you came by these?" He asked
"Persuasion." Cheyenne said as quick as it could come.
"Friendly?" Jack smiled
"Decidedly not." Elizabeth said. Jack smiled, holding out the letters.
"Will strikes a deal for these and upholds it with honor, yet you are the one standing here with the prize. 'Full pardon, commission as a privateer on behalf of England and the East India Trading Company'." Jack read, causing Norrington to look up. "As if I could be bought for such a low price." Jack folded the letters up and slid them into his coat's pocket.
"Jack," Elixabeth begged, "the letters... give them back."
"No." Jack smiled even broader. "Persuade me."
"You do know Will taught me how to handle a sword." Elizabeth whispered into his ear.
"And I could hit a knothole in a mast ten paces away. Imagine what I could do to your head." Cheyenne said, leaning in to whisper into Jack's other ear. The pirate captain spun around to face them both.
"As I said... persuade me." he said. Cheyenne looked to Elizabeth who then left. Jack gave the girls a lost puppy-dog look as they walked to a railing.
"Man! Jack is just so... so..." Cheyenne said. Elizabeth was smiling, looking down at the water. Norrington came over to the railing beside them, a smile on his face as well.
"It's a curious thing. There was a time when I would have given anything for you to look like that while thinking about me." he said. Elizabeth's smile vanished as she looked out at the horizon.
"I don't know what you mean." Elizabeth said
"Oh, I think you do." Norrington said in an "I know something you don't know" tone of voice.
"Don't be absurd. I trust him, that's all." Elizabeth said, turning around to look at him. Norrington just smiled as he walked toward where Janice was talking to Heather. He stopped and looked at Elizabeth for a moment.
"So you never wondered how your latest fiancé ended up on the Flying Dutchman in the first place?" he said. He continued on his way. Elizabeth took out and looked down at the compass. Cheyenne looked over her shoulder to watch as the compass's needle slowly moved to point at none other than Jack Sparrow himself.
"So... wow." Cheyenne said. Elizabeth slammed the compass shut and put it to her side again.
"Weird how he can change someones opinion on who to like." Megan said, appearing next to them, leaning back on the railing.
"Megan!" Cheyenne said, hugging her friend. "Why do you feel... moist?"
"Uh..." Megan said, holding her arms out. "We're out at sea?"
"Megan!" Janice and Heather said, both coming over to her side.
"I'm confused about the chest." Heather said
"Me too." Cheyenne added in.
"Can you help me explain it to them?" Janice asked
"Sorry, but I... I have to go to the next scene." Megan said before snapping her fingers and disappearing.
TBP: And there we have it!
Ekari: Wow. So much drama.
Furfaidz: Next chapter should have more, right?
TBP: Maybe... Review please!