Time and Time Again
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,204
Reviews:
57
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 13 - Hot and Cold
Title: Time and Time Again
Author: Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Age Rating: 13+
Disclaimer: Characters, if you saw them in the movie or if they're real people, not mine. See the Mouse and the Real People. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. * - * - * is used for scene changes and passages of time.
Summary: It's the year 2001. Will Turner, descendent of a particular blacksmith, has been left a journal and a scarf...leading him to a particular cave.
Betas: The two greatest BetaGoddesses in the world, Pendragginink and Littlebird! You're both truly magnificent, and I wouldn't be able to write half as well without you!
NOTE: I live for reviews. Being quite depressed lately about my health and missing my job, I could really use some reviews...and don't think I'm begging for cudos! I happen to love flames and constructive criticism just as much and sometimes more! Lord knows, without constructive criticism, I'd have never fixed some of the boo boos I've made!
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Chapter 13 - Hot and Cold
"Will, if there's one thing that hasn't changed after all these years, it's that I can still smell a storm, and we need to get in to one of these ports before it hits."
"There's nothing on the radar. Your nose is out of whack."
"Just humor me. Please?"
"Jack, I checked the weather channel. I checked weather.com. I even called the coast guard. There's nothing but clear skies from here to home."
* - * - *
As Jack tried to yell over the wind and rain, another wave crashed against the hull, green water breaking over the bow. "Will! Get the pump goin' or this storm will swamp your pretty ship!"
"I'm on it!" Will dashed below and started the bilge pump. He saw that there was already about a foot of water in the well. As he got back to the helm, he heard Jack speaking Spanish into the microphone.
"Will, we've got clearance to dock. I'm heading us in."
Somehow, Jack brought the yacht in perfectly, and four men appeared immediately to tie her off. Jack left the yacht first, giving each of the men a large tip. Will emerged with the monkey on his shoulder and a suitcase under his arm, and they ran through the torrents of rain to the harbormaster's office.
* - * - *
"Jack, just remember...bottled water only. This is Mexico." Will finished drying off the monkey, who seemed to enjoy the warm air of the hair dryer.
Jack was busy on the hotel phone ordering room service in Spanish. He'd just finished with a long list of food and what sounded like wine. "Si, me gusta. Oh! Y ocho litres de agua por favor. Si, bueno." He hung up. "We'll have food for all three of us with drinks and a couple gallons of water in about twenty to thirty minutes, so tell your lovely SON there not to eat the fruit painting."
"My son?"
"Aye. You treat the monster far better than ye treat me, so my guess is that you've adopted 'im as your son, since you don't seem to care about your Uncle Jack. After all, you've dried that bloody monkey off afore even dryin' your own hair, let alone letting me dry mine."
"Jack, I don't believe it! You're JEALOUS!"
"Am not. I just believe in men before monkeys."
"And if he were a cat?"
"Well...that would be different. Cats hate water."
"Right. You're jealous. You want to be the center of attention."
"Bugger that."
"JACK!"
Jack lay down on his bed in a huff, not bothering to dry himself.
* - * - *
The sound of Jack blowing his nose again woke Will up the rest of the way. "Jack, do you have to blow your nose so loudly?"
A loud, juicy sneeze answered him. "Bugger off!"
Will sat up and looked over at Jack, who was lying in the bed, shivering under the blanket and heavy bedspread. He walked over and felt the pirate's head. "Jack, you're burning up!" He saw that Jack was in the same clothes as the previous night. "Idiot! You sleep in wet clothes and wet hair and don't expect to get sick. What did you do BEFORE being cursed? Get pneumonia every time it rained?"
Jack sat up, shaking, his eyes and nose red and sweat dripping off him. "I'b nod been sick a day in by life afore dis. I don'd dough whedder do be afraid dad I'b dyin' or do be afraid dad I'b nod gonna die!"
"I'll call the concierge. Maybe there's a doctor up at this hour that makes house calls." He got on the phone as Jack buried himself in bedclothes again.
* - * - *
"Senior Sparrow, you take one of these pills four times per day and you will be better in a week. Make sure you finish them all so you do not get sick all over again."
Jack nodded, hands held together in thanks, unable to speak beyond a whisper and not wanting to do even that with his throat as sore as it was. In the three hours it had taken the doctor to arrive, his illness had progressed into full-blown bronchitis and Jack thought for sure he would be dead by morning. He'd seen many men die of that kind of fever.
The doctor told Will to keep Jack quiet and warm, suggesting chicken broth and hot herbal tea 'til he felt better. Jack groaned silently and passed the doctor five hundred dollars for "saving me life."
After the doctor left, Will dialed up the concierge and ordered Jack some warm pajamas, then called room service and ordered hot herbal tea, honey, lemon, chicken broth, and a bottle of bourbon.
* - * - *
"I'm feelin' better, Will. No need to play nursemaid anymore."
Will pushed Jack back into bed. "Jack, the doctor said bed rest for a whole week, and you're going to get bed rest for a whole week. It's only been four days."
"And I feel fine now! The storm's been over for two days, and I want to see what's happened to your Angel."
"I went down there day before yesterday and checked. Other than a dead battery from leaving the water pump on without the engine, everything is fine. We didn't sink; we didn't crash; and we weren't looted. I rented the space for two weeks, explaining how sick you were, so we're fine. So RELAX and drink the 'cough medicine' I made you. We'll get you some 'real food' for lunch, but you need to take it easy on that."
Jack looked to heaven, hands in the air in frustration. "Relax, he says. Drink the booze, he says." He looked directly at Will. "Aye, I'll drink the booze. As much as they'll serve me in the casino downstairs!"
Will grabbed Jack's clothes and locked himself in the bathroom. "You're not getting out of this room!"
"Am I not? I have some news for you, William Turner. These fine pajamas are a great deal more acceptable than what I usually sleep in, so don't think I won't go down there wearing them!" Jack grabbed his wallet and left, slamming the hotel room door on his way out.
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TBC
Author: Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Age Rating: 13+
Disclaimer: Characters, if you saw them in the movie or if they're real people, not mine. See the Mouse and the Real People. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. * - * - * is used for scene changes and passages of time.
Summary: It's the year 2001. Will Turner, descendent of a particular blacksmith, has been left a journal and a scarf...leading him to a particular cave.
Betas: The two greatest BetaGoddesses in the world, Pendragginink and Littlebird! You're both truly magnificent, and I wouldn't be able to write half as well without you!
NOTE: I live for reviews. Being quite depressed lately about my health and missing my job, I could really use some reviews...and don't think I'm begging for cudos! I happen to love flames and constructive criticism just as much and sometimes more! Lord knows, without constructive criticism, I'd have never fixed some of the boo boos I've made!
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Chapter 13 - Hot and Cold
"Will, if there's one thing that hasn't changed after all these years, it's that I can still smell a storm, and we need to get in to one of these ports before it hits."
"There's nothing on the radar. Your nose is out of whack."
"Just humor me. Please?"
"Jack, I checked the weather channel. I checked weather.com. I even called the coast guard. There's nothing but clear skies from here to home."
* - * - *
As Jack tried to yell over the wind and rain, another wave crashed against the hull, green water breaking over the bow. "Will! Get the pump goin' or this storm will swamp your pretty ship!"
"I'm on it!" Will dashed below and started the bilge pump. He saw that there was already about a foot of water in the well. As he got back to the helm, he heard Jack speaking Spanish into the microphone.
"Will, we've got clearance to dock. I'm heading us in."
Somehow, Jack brought the yacht in perfectly, and four men appeared immediately to tie her off. Jack left the yacht first, giving each of the men a large tip. Will emerged with the monkey on his shoulder and a suitcase under his arm, and they ran through the torrents of rain to the harbormaster's office.
* - * - *
"Jack, just remember...bottled water only. This is Mexico." Will finished drying off the monkey, who seemed to enjoy the warm air of the hair dryer.
Jack was busy on the hotel phone ordering room service in Spanish. He'd just finished with a long list of food and what sounded like wine. "Si, me gusta. Oh! Y ocho litres de agua por favor. Si, bueno." He hung up. "We'll have food for all three of us with drinks and a couple gallons of water in about twenty to thirty minutes, so tell your lovely SON there not to eat the fruit painting."
"My son?"
"Aye. You treat the monster far better than ye treat me, so my guess is that you've adopted 'im as your son, since you don't seem to care about your Uncle Jack. After all, you've dried that bloody monkey off afore even dryin' your own hair, let alone letting me dry mine."
"Jack, I don't believe it! You're JEALOUS!"
"Am not. I just believe in men before monkeys."
"And if he were a cat?"
"Well...that would be different. Cats hate water."
"Right. You're jealous. You want to be the center of attention."
"Bugger that."
"JACK!"
Jack lay down on his bed in a huff, not bothering to dry himself.
* - * - *
The sound of Jack blowing his nose again woke Will up the rest of the way. "Jack, do you have to blow your nose so loudly?"
A loud, juicy sneeze answered him. "Bugger off!"
Will sat up and looked over at Jack, who was lying in the bed, shivering under the blanket and heavy bedspread. He walked over and felt the pirate's head. "Jack, you're burning up!" He saw that Jack was in the same clothes as the previous night. "Idiot! You sleep in wet clothes and wet hair and don't expect to get sick. What did you do BEFORE being cursed? Get pneumonia every time it rained?"
Jack sat up, shaking, his eyes and nose red and sweat dripping off him. "I'b nod been sick a day in by life afore dis. I don'd dough whedder do be afraid dad I'b dyin' or do be afraid dad I'b nod gonna die!"
"I'll call the concierge. Maybe there's a doctor up at this hour that makes house calls." He got on the phone as Jack buried himself in bedclothes again.
* - * - *
"Senior Sparrow, you take one of these pills four times per day and you will be better in a week. Make sure you finish them all so you do not get sick all over again."
Jack nodded, hands held together in thanks, unable to speak beyond a whisper and not wanting to do even that with his throat as sore as it was. In the three hours it had taken the doctor to arrive, his illness had progressed into full-blown bronchitis and Jack thought for sure he would be dead by morning. He'd seen many men die of that kind of fever.
The doctor told Will to keep Jack quiet and warm, suggesting chicken broth and hot herbal tea 'til he felt better. Jack groaned silently and passed the doctor five hundred dollars for "saving me life."
After the doctor left, Will dialed up the concierge and ordered Jack some warm pajamas, then called room service and ordered hot herbal tea, honey, lemon, chicken broth, and a bottle of bourbon.
* - * - *
"I'm feelin' better, Will. No need to play nursemaid anymore."
Will pushed Jack back into bed. "Jack, the doctor said bed rest for a whole week, and you're going to get bed rest for a whole week. It's only been four days."
"And I feel fine now! The storm's been over for two days, and I want to see what's happened to your Angel."
"I went down there day before yesterday and checked. Other than a dead battery from leaving the water pump on without the engine, everything is fine. We didn't sink; we didn't crash; and we weren't looted. I rented the space for two weeks, explaining how sick you were, so we're fine. So RELAX and drink the 'cough medicine' I made you. We'll get you some 'real food' for lunch, but you need to take it easy on that."
Jack looked to heaven, hands in the air in frustration. "Relax, he says. Drink the booze, he says." He looked directly at Will. "Aye, I'll drink the booze. As much as they'll serve me in the casino downstairs!"
Will grabbed Jack's clothes and locked himself in the bathroom. "You're not getting out of this room!"
"Am I not? I have some news for you, William Turner. These fine pajamas are a great deal more acceptable than what I usually sleep in, so don't think I won't go down there wearing them!" Jack grabbed his wallet and left, slamming the hotel room door on his way out.
* - * - *
TBC