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Time and Time Again
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
4,192
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 2 - Discovery
Time and Time Again, by Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Pirates of the Caribbean – PG-13
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. 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.
Beta: The great BetaGoddess Pendragginink. She’s fantastic! And way too modest for her own good!
NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, the muses go out gambling (we DO live in Las Vegas, after all) and I can’t get any writing done. Can’t figure out if anyone likes it if they don’t review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???
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Chapter 2 – Discovery
Will almost jumped out of his skin, dropping the flashlight and scrambling after it. “Wwwwho’s there?!”
The voice was low-pitched and rough. “A friend. Now if you value your life as it is, don’t open that chest.”
Will picked up the flashlight and aimed it at the voice. The light beam showed a rather slight man with dreadlocks festooned with beads and trinkets and a beard with two beaded braids. He wore a wide swath of eyeliner, but somehow it looked right on the man. His clothes were quite raggedy. “Stop there and tell me how you found this place. Did you follow me here?”
“I didn’t follow you, mate. You found ME, actually. As to how I found this place, I’ve known where it is for quite a few years. So...what’s your name?”
“Will Turner.” The man started at the name. “What’s yours?”
“Captain Jack Sparrow.” He finished walking around the hill of gold and looked Will up and down, squinting as he tried to see him beyond the flashlight. He was barefoot. Unable to pierce the darkness, he snatched the flashlight out of Will’s hand and turned it around, examining the boy. “Well, you look like Will...and your voice is certainly Will’s...but you’re not him, boy. Your accent’s wrong, and I know from personal knowledge that Will Turner would never wear such outlandish clothes.”
Will looked himself up and down: Freddy Kruger tee shirt, Levy 501 jeans, and a pair of Nikes. “What do you mean by ‘outlandish’? What YOU are wearing is outlandish! What are you, anyway? Rastafarian? S.C.A. member? What?”
“Pirate, actually, and I’ve been stuck in this cave for a LONG time, mate, and would really appreciate a lift back to civilization.”
“You look like you’ve been here for years with that Robinson Caruso look. What did you do, live on apples?”
“Not exactly.” He returned the flashlight to Will. “By the way, what is that thing. It acts like a torch, but it’s not hot, and it lights in only one direction.”
“You don’t know what a flashlight is?”
“FLASH...light. Where does the powder go?”
“What powder? It’s a flashlight.”
“The FLASH powder. Where does it go?”
“Flashlights don’t use flash powder. They use batteries.”
“It is far to small a thing to have guns in it, boy. Don’t toy with me.”
“I’m not. The front screws off and the batteries go in there. This one holds eight ‘D’ batteries, which is why it’s so bright.”
Jack grabbed the flashlight again and made his way back up the golden hill to the chest, unscrewing the front of the flashlight as we went. As he walked into the moonlight, he became a skeleton. Will did the only logical thing he could think of under the circumstances. He fainted.
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TBC
Pirates of the Caribbean – PG-13
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. 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.
Beta: The great BetaGoddess Pendragginink. She’s fantastic! And way too modest for her own good!
NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, the muses go out gambling (we DO live in Las Vegas, after all) and I can’t get any writing done. Can’t figure out if anyone likes it if they don’t review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???
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Chapter 2 – Discovery
Will almost jumped out of his skin, dropping the flashlight and scrambling after it. “Wwwwho’s there?!”
The voice was low-pitched and rough. “A friend. Now if you value your life as it is, don’t open that chest.”
Will picked up the flashlight and aimed it at the voice. The light beam showed a rather slight man with dreadlocks festooned with beads and trinkets and a beard with two beaded braids. He wore a wide swath of eyeliner, but somehow it looked right on the man. His clothes were quite raggedy. “Stop there and tell me how you found this place. Did you follow me here?”
“I didn’t follow you, mate. You found ME, actually. As to how I found this place, I’ve known where it is for quite a few years. So...what’s your name?”
“Will Turner.” The man started at the name. “What’s yours?”
“Captain Jack Sparrow.” He finished walking around the hill of gold and looked Will up and down, squinting as he tried to see him beyond the flashlight. He was barefoot. Unable to pierce the darkness, he snatched the flashlight out of Will’s hand and turned it around, examining the boy. “Well, you look like Will...and your voice is certainly Will’s...but you’re not him, boy. Your accent’s wrong, and I know from personal knowledge that Will Turner would never wear such outlandish clothes.”
Will looked himself up and down: Freddy Kruger tee shirt, Levy 501 jeans, and a pair of Nikes. “What do you mean by ‘outlandish’? What YOU are wearing is outlandish! What are you, anyway? Rastafarian? S.C.A. member? What?”
“Pirate, actually, and I’ve been stuck in this cave for a LONG time, mate, and would really appreciate a lift back to civilization.”
“You look like you’ve been here for years with that Robinson Caruso look. What did you do, live on apples?”
“Not exactly.” He returned the flashlight to Will. “By the way, what is that thing. It acts like a torch, but it’s not hot, and it lights in only one direction.”
“You don’t know what a flashlight is?”
“FLASH...light. Where does the powder go?”
“What powder? It’s a flashlight.”
“The FLASH powder. Where does it go?”
“Flashlights don’t use flash powder. They use batteries.”
“It is far to small a thing to have guns in it, boy. Don’t toy with me.”
“I’m not. The front screws off and the batteries go in there. This one holds eight ‘D’ batteries, which is why it’s so bright.”
Jack grabbed the flashlight again and made his way back up the golden hill to the chest, unscrewing the front of the flashlight as we went. As he walked into the moonlight, he became a skeleton. Will did the only logical thing he could think of under the circumstances. He fainted.
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TBC