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Ooohh. you can't stop there! Geesh.. That was a very good chapter, as they've all been wonderful. Pleas update soon. Gotta know how that surgery turns out.

Oh, and incidently, loved Jack's line about the swag in his leg before some pirate taking it for his hold...LOL.. very good. Very Jack-ish.

Ta!
Jackfan2

two things:
thing 1. The gold leg is going to be very heavy. heavier certainly, than pourous bone. Could will have bee clever enough to have put a spring mechanism in the heel? so that the skin is cushioned when he steps down and the spring recoiling would help push the leg back up? Thine 2. When Will took Jack from the tavern, why did he go to the trouble to dress Jack? Why not just wrap him in the blanket. Running carrying him is going to attract attention, anyway, a man in a blanket would not be more noticable than a man dressed. On the Pearl, Jack would have to be undressed again, though he is unconscious at this point, true. Dressing Jack would also take time they did not really have. what happened to Jack's hat? did it get saved as well?

I love this story. Please update soon. I can't wait for more.

Yours Sincerely,
Dead_Sparrow

Oh poor Jack,havio reo remove all his bones...how sad! :( I think Will could use some cuddle after the operation... ;) Anyway,I'll be waiting for J/W interaction just like ye promised. :) Well well I just wanted to say again how good this fic is and that it's great to have five chapters in,what,a day and a half? Wow! Keep writing please! Mahie

Geez, the tension mou Tha Thank you for your lovely comments. Jack weighs 155 normally, and is emaciated and has been starved for weeks, so, if he weighed in the range of 100 lb, i think it would be reasonable. Yeah, I think you are right and that Will could do the baby carry. Its actually easier for women, because of the center of balance being in the hips. The wider and massive a man's shoulders in relation to his hips and butt---the more top heavy he is. Strenght and buffness also play a factor. Ever seen the party trick where you stand with your heels and hips touching a wall, bend over at the waist and lift a kitchen chair with your arms. Women do this easily. Men tip over forwards. always. hip to shoulder ratio. Some of us *cough* can lift a tank without falling foreards. good anchor, hips. Adrenalin would also enable will, now that I think about it--like the little grandmas what pick up the front of a car that has fallen on their grandson---adrenalin.
I see Jack is his old cranky self. Hes feeling better. And as Jack is often written as refusing broth and other convalescent foods, it was refreshing to see him demanding food on the hour. Im still laughing. You summed it up very well, that he really almost cannot take or accept orders from anyone else. especially an authority figure like a doctor. I loved the chicken leg bit, throwing it out the window was just mean of you, now wasn't it. He would have sent ANA out the porthole? but she wouldn't do that, would she? . LOL I could see Jack steaming. How did he get the chicken leg? Wait--has anyone seen Cotton's parrot lately?'
Historically they had no inhaled anaethetic until the 1870's, we all know this but this story calls for one (I want him to have the gold leg, but I don't want him to die of shock during the process) so I think this doctor, being one of the first scientiststhe the age of enlightenment--he is a visionary after all--no doubt has experimented with around with alchemy and has, after a few rough starts, learned whick gases will put you to sleep and allow you to wake up again--because methane kills you as does carbon dioxide. Some knock you out, but burn the throat and lungs. If the doc is using ether, he'll have to be careful with that rag--because it will burn Jack's face if it touches his skin to often, and it will wear off every 15 min or so. Let him breath the fumes only. please don't let it wear off. I also suggest that they tie him down because starving the body for oxygen makes the arms and legs jerk as the big muscles try to flex. There was also hitting you on the head, which was used, but too often, did't work out so well, the opperation was successful, but *ahem* the patient died,
as for chapter 6, I would be so honored if you could use any info out of that stew that I sent you--if you got the email that is, my email and my computer chose to be poopy about then so I don't know what went where.
I really like the way you have done Ana. Tough cookie

Well, appears some of us know good torture when they see it. The idea that they would give them drugs that would cause the hallucinations---eewwwh. One has to think that they knew what they were doing. Phsychological profiles indicate that some few inquisitors were sincere, but the big ones--well, some of them just liked toten ten and watch. Some very chilling phrases in here: the cardinal has never made a mistake before. ouch. that means tha everyone before Jack was forced into confessing---hey they are guilty! There are all kinds of torture and torment--witness Will's expression of annoyance--and Jack, that little snot, feeling good about. (Jack--not torment will anymore? But, its so easy!) And will telling him he would lie and say he was not in pain even if they handed him his leg on a plaque. Im laughing. Here I am, laughing at a torture fic. You see? great writing. Research, Not many people would guess that cardinals and popes commonly had their own armies. Thats what the three musketeers is all about. battle between the Queens' guard and the cardnal's soldiers. Jack notices every detail doesn't he. knows right off that there is something funny about his teeth. (nice touch using the buried abuse memory, but will Jack ever be able to go fishing again?), we do have ways of protecting our psyche) Oh, and if he wakes up and wonders why his mouth is minty--tell him *cough*--that and angel *cough* who watches over him a lot must have *cough* gotten in there and kissed him. *coughetty cough cough*

Excuse the multiple reviews. Some key on my computer has chosen to send the review in whenever I press the key. Leaves me with a blank screen so I do the review again. I finally got back to the review page and see that the reviews were being posted and not just eaten as I though. This is going to go on the wrong chapter but oh well. I still want to say that I was amazed that Jack not only admitted to being hungry, but that his *gasp* foot hurt. must berutirutiating then, because the leg on a plaque would get recorded as a superficial wound. Speaking of the leg-----if the center of the top end has a long extension --say 4 - 6 inches long and 1/2 inch in diameter, coming up out of a cup ---the extension can insert directly ip into the center of the femur--into the marrow of the bone coming from the knee--right up the center. makes for a very stable fit and is perfectly alright helps keep proper alignment and he will walk on it sooner--sooner the walking, sooner healing. Hips are shoved down in the femur this way, and the patients walk the next day. not willingly, but they do.

Jack's swag leg? Captains of the coast want to put him in their hold? What ever will we do if Caaptain Kidd decides to bury him? Kidding aside, I'm having a thought here. counting backwards from 10 is all very well with the ether and all. except for one tiny detail. The more tolerant, immune, and just plain used to alcohol one is---the longer it takes for the anesthetic to work. Jack drinks,oh lety, ay, at least a moderate amount of rum, as pirates go, so even if the doctor told him to count backwards from 100, well, it would go something like this----100,99.98,97........3,2,1,0.....what do you want me to do now, Abernathy? Hey Abernathy, yer going AWOL. Oh, yer back, wha...? No, Will stop..not the hammer....

Well written! I'm really enjoying it so far. Keep going!! =)

I don't know what to say...

*shutters at the thought of all that blood* There is gonna be a lot of blood, isn't there...you aren't...like, gonna go into it in detail...are ye? *twich*

I hope Jack makes it through...and that the doctor can do it...and that Ana doesn't barf...I would for sure...where is Will?

*mutters to self* it will all be okay...it's a story...it will be okay...it will be okay....