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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female › Jack/Elizabeth
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Adult +
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30
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4,491
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Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Will swam as fast as he could towards the boat, attempting to ward off gun and cannon shots. Barbossa had been wrong- the heart was no longer in Port Royal. They had lost some of their men in a fierce battle, and Will, Cotton and Marty just escaped with their lives. All three swam towards the ship and grabbed ropes, climbing up them to get to the deck. As soon as they had reached the deck and were out of range of cannon fire, Will stormed over to the Captain's quarters to kill Barbossa.
He kicked the door down and off two hinges and stormed into the office, which caused Barbossa to stand up and give Will a perfect shot of his face. He felt his fist fly and land with a satisfactory crunch on the vile Captain's nose. Barbossa was flung backwards and landed on his desk, not expecting the surprise attack.
"What the bloody fuck-" Barbossa screamed, holding onto his bleeding nose.
"THE HEART WAS NOT THERE, YOU BLOODY BASTARD!" Will bellowed, not caring who heard him. "YOU SENT US OVER TO GET KILLED!"
"That was not me intention..." Barbossa drawled, lying through his teeth.
"OH, it wasn't? Then you would have no idea that Beckett and Norrington are in a different port now?" Will asked, sarcastically.
"I did not." Will looked at him, ready to kill him. "I did not. But now we do. So les just pull anchor and check every port?" Barbossa asked, sounding a lot like Jack Sparrow.
That did it for Will. He felt his fist fly up and hit Barbossa in the face again, and Barbossa managed to kick Will in the gut when he was falling down. Then Barbossa picked Will up and threw him into the wall. The crew heard this, but they didn't care. They hoped Will was beating the shit out of Barbossa- no one liked him. An unexpected storm came, with lightening popping up at any time, and the crew busily got to work, to make sure the ship was storm ready.
Will flew himself bodily into Barbossa, managing to knock him into the doors, opening them up, and tumbling out onto the deck. Will was flung across the deck and slid a few feet, thanks to the rain. He immediately got up and grabbed his sword, sliding over to Barbossa. Will was smart- he knew that sliding would make him faster and harder to get, while Barbossa went to run, his feet slipping out from under him and faliing down every few seconds. But when Will came up with his sword, he was ready, and delfected the blow with his own blade. Will bent backwards, his free hand landing on the deck, and he flipped over, kicking Barbossa in the face, and landed perfectly on the wet deck.
The boat lurched forward, and Will pointed his sword at Barbossa, hoping the blade would strike him. He managed to hit his arm, but Barbossa whisked his sword against Will's back, scraping him up, making him bleed slightly. Will turned and swung his sword at him, pinning Barbossa's down, and Barbossa just laughed at him. That made Will punch him again, causing Barbossa to go off balance. Will jumped up and landed on the back of Barbossa, pinning the vile captain down and Will jumped off his back, kicking Barbossa's sword out of his dirty hand.
The crew cheered for Will. With Barbossa unarmed now, Will was sure to win the fight. And Will grabbed the front of Barbossa's coat, lifting him up.
"You're vile and crude. I think we can get to the end of the world without you." Will hissed through his teeth.
"Can ye now? Have ye ever died, Mr, Turner? Ever experienced the pain and sufferin' that goes with it?"
"No." Will said, aiming his sword as the crude man's heart.
"Ever been to Hell?" Barbossa asked. "I have been there. And let me tell ye, it's not fun. There's pain. Death. Humiliation. Everything builds up into one form, and that form tortures you fer the rest of Earth's time. Jack must be feeling that pain right now." Will lowered his sword slightly at the mention of Jack. "If you ever been there, then by all means, kill me and go. But unless you have been there, you'll never know ho ta reach it." Barbossa smirked when Will threw him down on the deck.
Will looked up at Gibbs and Cotton. "Lock him up good and tight in the brig. Get coordinates out of him." Will stared at Barbossa through slitted eyes. "You are lucky. But make no mistakes- when we get our friend back, I'll kill you. And I'll have him help."
"Friend, now, is it Mr. Turner?" Barbossa sneered as he was being carried away. "I wonder what yer lass thinks of him, heh?"
Will stood, fuming in hatred, at the mention of Elizabeth and Jack in the smae sentence, in the matter of.... egh. He didn't want to think of it. He had asked around about where Elizabeth Swann might be to people in town that knew and trusted him, but no one knew where she was. After about ten minutes, Gibbs came up and handed Will a slip of paper with coordinates on it.
"He says it leads to a place called New Providence. Says Norrington might be there. He wouldn't give us anything else." Gibbs explained.
Will rolled his eyes. "He's gonna make us jump from port to port?" Gibbs nodded. "That arse." Will said, taking the helm and leading the boat and it's crew towards the little town of New Providence.
(1)(2)(3)
Elizabeth was pacing back and forth in the cell Daiyu and her shared. It was about midnight, and Elizabeth only had so much time to escape... and absolutely no idea how to do it. She paced the cell towards Jack, who was leaning against the opposite wall, asleep. She gave him a small smile, and turned around to pace the other way, when she felt hands grab each of her shoulders, and guiding her back towards the cell bars, backwards.
Jack moved her closer to him, until he could feel her through the bars. His hands were still placed on her shoulders, and he leaned as close as he could to her ear. Thankfully, she moved her head slightly, so she could listen, but not look at him. Jack hummed a small tune in her ear, and started singing to her, relaxing her.
Yo ho, yo ho! A pirate's life for me
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot
We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack.
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
Maraud and embezzle and even hijack
We kindle and char and inflame and ignite.
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
We burn up the city, we're really a fright
We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs.
Drink up me hearties yo ho
Yo ho, yo ho! A pirate's life for me...
Elizabeth smiled and leaned in as close as she could into Jack. He did remember the song she taught him... it touched her. She closed her eyes, so all she could see, hear and breath was Jack. She felt his arms snake themselves around her chest, holding her close as he sang the song to her again. Pretty soon, she found that she was crying again... but not because she was happy that Jack was being nice to her.
It was because she knew that Jack could never be hers. He would never save her, never be there when she needed him most. She cried harder- did she really have such little faith in him? Jack just shushed her, one hand rubbing her arm, the other entangled in her hair. Jack had no clue why she was crying, but he thought that comforting her might help. When it didn't, he leaned in close to her ear again and whispered something, which calmed Elizabeth down- slightly.
"Your my light, Elizabeth. Never let it dim."
Will swam as fast as he could towards the boat, attempting to ward off gun and cannon shots. Barbossa had been wrong- the heart was no longer in Port Royal. They had lost some of their men in a fierce battle, and Will, Cotton and Marty just escaped with their lives. All three swam towards the ship and grabbed ropes, climbing up them to get to the deck. As soon as they had reached the deck and were out of range of cannon fire, Will stormed over to the Captain's quarters to kill Barbossa.
He kicked the door down and off two hinges and stormed into the office, which caused Barbossa to stand up and give Will a perfect shot of his face. He felt his fist fly and land with a satisfactory crunch on the vile Captain's nose. Barbossa was flung backwards and landed on his desk, not expecting the surprise attack.
"What the bloody fuck-" Barbossa screamed, holding onto his bleeding nose.
"THE HEART WAS NOT THERE, YOU BLOODY BASTARD!" Will bellowed, not caring who heard him. "YOU SENT US OVER TO GET KILLED!"
"That was not me intention..." Barbossa drawled, lying through his teeth.
"OH, it wasn't? Then you would have no idea that Beckett and Norrington are in a different port now?" Will asked, sarcastically.
"I did not." Will looked at him, ready to kill him. "I did not. But now we do. So les just pull anchor and check every port?" Barbossa asked, sounding a lot like Jack Sparrow.
That did it for Will. He felt his fist fly up and hit Barbossa in the face again, and Barbossa managed to kick Will in the gut when he was falling down. Then Barbossa picked Will up and threw him into the wall. The crew heard this, but they didn't care. They hoped Will was beating the shit out of Barbossa- no one liked him. An unexpected storm came, with lightening popping up at any time, and the crew busily got to work, to make sure the ship was storm ready.
Will flew himself bodily into Barbossa, managing to knock him into the doors, opening them up, and tumbling out onto the deck. Will was flung across the deck and slid a few feet, thanks to the rain. He immediately got up and grabbed his sword, sliding over to Barbossa. Will was smart- he knew that sliding would make him faster and harder to get, while Barbossa went to run, his feet slipping out from under him and faliing down every few seconds. But when Will came up with his sword, he was ready, and delfected the blow with his own blade. Will bent backwards, his free hand landing on the deck, and he flipped over, kicking Barbossa in the face, and landed perfectly on the wet deck.
The boat lurched forward, and Will pointed his sword at Barbossa, hoping the blade would strike him. He managed to hit his arm, but Barbossa whisked his sword against Will's back, scraping him up, making him bleed slightly. Will turned and swung his sword at him, pinning Barbossa's down, and Barbossa just laughed at him. That made Will punch him again, causing Barbossa to go off balance. Will jumped up and landed on the back of Barbossa, pinning the vile captain down and Will jumped off his back, kicking Barbossa's sword out of his dirty hand.
The crew cheered for Will. With Barbossa unarmed now, Will was sure to win the fight. And Will grabbed the front of Barbossa's coat, lifting him up.
"You're vile and crude. I think we can get to the end of the world without you." Will hissed through his teeth.
"Can ye now? Have ye ever died, Mr, Turner? Ever experienced the pain and sufferin' that goes with it?"
"No." Will said, aiming his sword as the crude man's heart.
"Ever been to Hell?" Barbossa asked. "I have been there. And let me tell ye, it's not fun. There's pain. Death. Humiliation. Everything builds up into one form, and that form tortures you fer the rest of Earth's time. Jack must be feeling that pain right now." Will lowered his sword slightly at the mention of Jack. "If you ever been there, then by all means, kill me and go. But unless you have been there, you'll never know ho ta reach it." Barbossa smirked when Will threw him down on the deck.
Will looked up at Gibbs and Cotton. "Lock him up good and tight in the brig. Get coordinates out of him." Will stared at Barbossa through slitted eyes. "You are lucky. But make no mistakes- when we get our friend back, I'll kill you. And I'll have him help."
"Friend, now, is it Mr. Turner?" Barbossa sneered as he was being carried away. "I wonder what yer lass thinks of him, heh?"
Will stood, fuming in hatred, at the mention of Elizabeth and Jack in the smae sentence, in the matter of.... egh. He didn't want to think of it. He had asked around about where Elizabeth Swann might be to people in town that knew and trusted him, but no one knew where she was. After about ten minutes, Gibbs came up and handed Will a slip of paper with coordinates on it.
"He says it leads to a place called New Providence. Says Norrington might be there. He wouldn't give us anything else." Gibbs explained.
Will rolled his eyes. "He's gonna make us jump from port to port?" Gibbs nodded. "That arse." Will said, taking the helm and leading the boat and it's crew towards the little town of New Providence.
(1)(2)(3)
Elizabeth was pacing back and forth in the cell Daiyu and her shared. It was about midnight, and Elizabeth only had so much time to escape... and absolutely no idea how to do it. She paced the cell towards Jack, who was leaning against the opposite wall, asleep. She gave him a small smile, and turned around to pace the other way, when she felt hands grab each of her shoulders, and guiding her back towards the cell bars, backwards.
Jack moved her closer to him, until he could feel her through the bars. His hands were still placed on her shoulders, and he leaned as close as he could to her ear. Thankfully, she moved her head slightly, so she could listen, but not look at him. Jack hummed a small tune in her ear, and started singing to her, relaxing her.
Yo ho, yo ho! A pirate's life for me
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot
We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack.
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
Maraud and embezzle and even hijack
We kindle and char and inflame and ignite.
Drink up me hearties yo ho!
We burn up the city, we're really a fright
We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs.
Drink up me hearties yo ho
Yo ho, yo ho! A pirate's life for me...
Elizabeth smiled and leaned in as close as she could into Jack. He did remember the song she taught him... it touched her. She closed her eyes, so all she could see, hear and breath was Jack. She felt his arms snake themselves around her chest, holding her close as he sang the song to her again. Pretty soon, she found that she was crying again... but not because she was happy that Jack was being nice to her.
It was because she knew that Jack could never be hers. He would never save her, never be there when she needed him most. She cried harder- did she really have such little faith in him? Jack just shushed her, one hand rubbing her arm, the other entangled in her hair. Jack had no clue why she was crying, but he thought that comforting her might help. When it didn't, he leaned in close to her ear again and whispered something, which calmed Elizabeth down- slightly.
"Your my light, Elizabeth. Never let it dim."