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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
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4,197
Reviews:
57
Recommended:
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Chapter 6 - eBay and Los Angeles
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 6 – eBay and Los Angeles
“Will! I found it!” Jack was more excited than Will had yet seen him. “It’s on eBay! The highest bid is $2,610.” He typed in “$5000” and hit enter.
Will applauded. “Now we just watch for three days so you don’t get outbid.”
Jack scowled. “I want it NOW. But there’s no ‘Buy It Now’ button on this one.” He looked closer. “’Ask Seller a Question’.” He clicked on the button and started slowly typing a message, then sent it. He clicked the button that would automatically warn him if he were outbid, leaned back and grinned, finished. “Now it’s only a matter of time till I’m quit of the curse.”
They both went to the kitchen to toast Jack’s good fortune. Will drank both glasses of wine, of course.
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“Dear Mr. Sparrow. After reading your heart-wrenching plea for my coin, I can only say I’ll be happy to sell it to you outright for the $10,000 you offered, but I would also like a more in-depth reason as to how purchasing an antique coin could be a ‘life and death’ emergency. Should this little addition to the price be acceptable, please respond within twenty-four hours. Sincerely, Terry Rossio.”
Jack was beside himself with glee. He started typing as fast as he could in his hunt-n-peck style, finished the email and sent it. Oh yes...he’d be more than happy to tell his story to a willing audience. After all, he was Captain Jack Sparrow.
* - * - *
“Well, Jack. Now you can see the house I bought just before I found you. It’s a lot homier than the hotel suite we’ve been staying in.”
Jack put a finger to his chin in thought. “Let’s see. ‘Homier’. Would that possibly mean ‘smaller and messier’?”
Will grinned. “Messier, anyway. Once we get you the rest of the way up to speed with today’s world, you can get your own house.”
Jack pointed out the window at the DC-10. We’re really going to fly?” Will grinned and nodded. “In THAT?”
“For the millionth time, Jack, yes. You want to get to L.A. fast, and this is the fastest way from Miami. Driving a car would take a week. This will take a few hours. Besides, Mr. Rossio wrote and said he’d be waiting at the airport.”
“I only wish rum could get me drunk.”
* - * - *
Will watched Jack’s eyes get wider and wider in fright as the plane gained altitude. His knuckles were white with his grip on the armrests. “Jack, it’s safer to fly than it is to walk out the front door of your own home. The chances of dying in an airplane are a million to one. Honest.”
“Will, the chances of bein’ cursed the way I am is a million to one too. Honest.”
Will shut up and watched the movie.
By the time the plane landed, Jack wanted to learn to fly one.
* - * - *
Jack was the first to see the handwritten sign and ran to the man holding it. “That’s a great idea, mate; havin’ a sign with my name on it. Made it easy to find you. I take it you’re Mr. Rossio.”
“Terry. Mr. Sparrow I presume?”
Jack opened his mouth. Closed it again, the word “Captain” still on his lips. “Yes. Call me Jack.” Will caught up to them with the luggage. “And this is my good mate, Will Turner.”
“Ah! The young man on the news. You won the Powerball on your twenty-first birthday! A pleasure to meet you!” They shook hands all around. “Now if you will both come with me...I left the coin at home for safe keeping. And I’ll admit I was a bit skeptical”
* - * - *
“That’s the coin all right. I can feel it.” Jack looked excited enough to burst. “Will, give the man the check.” Will handed Terry a cashier’s check for ten thousand dollars, and Jack handed Will the coin. “Keep it safe, mate. I don’t want it fallin’ through holes I don’t know about yet.”
Terry smiled. “And you promised me a story.”
Jack grinned. “Aye, I did.” They went into the living room and sat down. As Jack told the story of the curse, the original breaking of it, the subsequent capture by Bo’sun and Twigg, and what happened after, Terry sat, fascinated.
By the time Jack was finished, the sun had gone down and Terry had turned on the lights. “That was a great story, Jack. Most definitely movie-worthy. But I don’t see how that fantasy story relates to why you’d be willing to pay that much for an antique coin.”
Jack stood up. “You doubt me?”
“Let’s just say I find walking and talking pirate skeletons a bit hard to swallow, even if I’d heard it from a priest under oath.”
“I see.” Jack leaned over Terry and turned off the light. He walked over to the sliding glass door, where moonlight streamed into the room. As he stepped into the moonbeams, he turned into a skeleton, the beautiful Armani suit turning to rags. “Do you believe me now?”
Terry fairly did a back flip, rolling over the chair to disappear behind it. Will and Jack laughed heartily at the display. Terry peeked over the back of the chair, white as a sheet, staring at Jack. “Yyyooooouu’re a skeleton!”
Jack put his hands on his hip bones and walked back to the sofa. “You noticed.” As Jack turned back into flesh, Terry inched higher till he was standing, then moved around the chair and sat back down. “How did you do that?”
“I told you, mate. I’m cursed.”
“Oh, Ted’s just GOT to see this. Ted Elliott and I have been called in to fix a script for a pirate movie for Disney, and we were stuck on ideas. I think you’ve just saved our necks, Mr. Sparrow.” He got on the phone and told Ted to get over to his house right away; that he’d found the perfect plot twist for Pirates.
Within minutes, there was a knock at the door, and Terry brought Ted in and introduced him to his two visitors. “Jack, I want you to repeat your story for Ted. Ted, this is fantastic, and I think it’s just what we need.” He turned on a tape recorder and leaned back in his chair to listen again.
Jack retold the history of the curse for Ted, who sat, fascinated, unmoving through the entire story. When he was finished, Ted sat back, grinning. “It’s perfect. So how much for the story and a nondisclosure contract?”
Jack blinked twice and looked at Will. “Nondisclosure contract?”
Will laughed. “They want to buy your story to the point that it belongs to them, and you would no longer be allowed to tell it.”
Ted looked at Terry. “Is he kidding?”
Terry shook his head. “Weren’t you listening to Jack, Ted?”
“Well, yeah, but why wouldn’t he know what a nondisclosure contract is?”
Jack stood up and walked to the edge of the moonlight as Terry turned off the lamp. “Because, mate, I wasn’t telling a fantasy.” He stepped into the moonbeams and became skeletal.
Ted shrieked and grabbed Terry by the shoulder, trying to get behind him. “Terry! He’s a skeleton! A real, live skeleton!”
Jack chuckled. “Well, while ‘live’ and ‘skeleton’ don’t generally get along together, I guess in my case you could say that.”
Ted regained his composure and walked over to Jack, extending his arm, pointer finger out. Jack held perfectly still as Ted poked him a few times, running his hands along shoulder bones and ribs. “You really are a real skeleton.”
Jack put his hand out, took Ted’s and shook it. “Congratulations, mate. You’re the first person to make physical contact with me. Not even William will shake hands with me in the moonlight.”
As Jack walked out of the moonlight, Ted poked him in the ribs again. “It’s unbelievable. I want pictures. Terry, where’s your camera?”
Terry brought out his camcorder. “Ok, Jack. Take Ted’s hand and walk into the moonlight.” He kept the camera rolling as Jack and Ted went through what they’d done before.
Ted was ecstatic. “You know, I could actually feel the change as we moved into the moonlight. ILM is going to go crazy duplicating this. So, Jack...How much do you want?”
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TBC
A/N: So...what do you think so far? Hit the REVIEW button and let me knos!
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 6 – eBay and Los Angeles
“Will! I found it!” Jack was more excited than Will had yet seen him. “It’s on eBay! The highest bid is $2,610.” He typed in “$5000” and hit enter.
Will applauded. “Now we just watch for three days so you don’t get outbid.”
Jack scowled. “I want it NOW. But there’s no ‘Buy It Now’ button on this one.” He looked closer. “’Ask Seller a Question’.” He clicked on the button and started slowly typing a message, then sent it. He clicked the button that would automatically warn him if he were outbid, leaned back and grinned, finished. “Now it’s only a matter of time till I’m quit of the curse.”
They both went to the kitchen to toast Jack’s good fortune. Will drank both glasses of wine, of course.
* - * - *
“Dear Mr. Sparrow. After reading your heart-wrenching plea for my coin, I can only say I’ll be happy to sell it to you outright for the $10,000 you offered, but I would also like a more in-depth reason as to how purchasing an antique coin could be a ‘life and death’ emergency. Should this little addition to the price be acceptable, please respond within twenty-four hours. Sincerely, Terry Rossio.”
Jack was beside himself with glee. He started typing as fast as he could in his hunt-n-peck style, finished the email and sent it. Oh yes...he’d be more than happy to tell his story to a willing audience. After all, he was Captain Jack Sparrow.
* - * - *
“Well, Jack. Now you can see the house I bought just before I found you. It’s a lot homier than the hotel suite we’ve been staying in.”
Jack put a finger to his chin in thought. “Let’s see. ‘Homier’. Would that possibly mean ‘smaller and messier’?”
Will grinned. “Messier, anyway. Once we get you the rest of the way up to speed with today’s world, you can get your own house.”
Jack pointed out the window at the DC-10. We’re really going to fly?” Will grinned and nodded. “In THAT?”
“For the millionth time, Jack, yes. You want to get to L.A. fast, and this is the fastest way from Miami. Driving a car would take a week. This will take a few hours. Besides, Mr. Rossio wrote and said he’d be waiting at the airport.”
“I only wish rum could get me drunk.”
* - * - *
Will watched Jack’s eyes get wider and wider in fright as the plane gained altitude. His knuckles were white with his grip on the armrests. “Jack, it’s safer to fly than it is to walk out the front door of your own home. The chances of dying in an airplane are a million to one. Honest.”
“Will, the chances of bein’ cursed the way I am is a million to one too. Honest.”
Will shut up and watched the movie.
By the time the plane landed, Jack wanted to learn to fly one.
* - * - *
Jack was the first to see the handwritten sign and ran to the man holding it. “That’s a great idea, mate; havin’ a sign with my name on it. Made it easy to find you. I take it you’re Mr. Rossio.”
“Terry. Mr. Sparrow I presume?”
Jack opened his mouth. Closed it again, the word “Captain” still on his lips. “Yes. Call me Jack.” Will caught up to them with the luggage. “And this is my good mate, Will Turner.”
“Ah! The young man on the news. You won the Powerball on your twenty-first birthday! A pleasure to meet you!” They shook hands all around. “Now if you will both come with me...I left the coin at home for safe keeping. And I’ll admit I was a bit skeptical”
* - * - *
“That’s the coin all right. I can feel it.” Jack looked excited enough to burst. “Will, give the man the check.” Will handed Terry a cashier’s check for ten thousand dollars, and Jack handed Will the coin. “Keep it safe, mate. I don’t want it fallin’ through holes I don’t know about yet.”
Terry smiled. “And you promised me a story.”
Jack grinned. “Aye, I did.” They went into the living room and sat down. As Jack told the story of the curse, the original breaking of it, the subsequent capture by Bo’sun and Twigg, and what happened after, Terry sat, fascinated.
By the time Jack was finished, the sun had gone down and Terry had turned on the lights. “That was a great story, Jack. Most definitely movie-worthy. But I don’t see how that fantasy story relates to why you’d be willing to pay that much for an antique coin.”
Jack stood up. “You doubt me?”
“Let’s just say I find walking and talking pirate skeletons a bit hard to swallow, even if I’d heard it from a priest under oath.”
“I see.” Jack leaned over Terry and turned off the light. He walked over to the sliding glass door, where moonlight streamed into the room. As he stepped into the moonbeams, he turned into a skeleton, the beautiful Armani suit turning to rags. “Do you believe me now?”
Terry fairly did a back flip, rolling over the chair to disappear behind it. Will and Jack laughed heartily at the display. Terry peeked over the back of the chair, white as a sheet, staring at Jack. “Yyyooooouu’re a skeleton!”
Jack put his hands on his hip bones and walked back to the sofa. “You noticed.” As Jack turned back into flesh, Terry inched higher till he was standing, then moved around the chair and sat back down. “How did you do that?”
“I told you, mate. I’m cursed.”
“Oh, Ted’s just GOT to see this. Ted Elliott and I have been called in to fix a script for a pirate movie for Disney, and we were stuck on ideas. I think you’ve just saved our necks, Mr. Sparrow.” He got on the phone and told Ted to get over to his house right away; that he’d found the perfect plot twist for Pirates.
Within minutes, there was a knock at the door, and Terry brought Ted in and introduced him to his two visitors. “Jack, I want you to repeat your story for Ted. Ted, this is fantastic, and I think it’s just what we need.” He turned on a tape recorder and leaned back in his chair to listen again.
Jack retold the history of the curse for Ted, who sat, fascinated, unmoving through the entire story. When he was finished, Ted sat back, grinning. “It’s perfect. So how much for the story and a nondisclosure contract?”
Jack blinked twice and looked at Will. “Nondisclosure contract?”
Will laughed. “They want to buy your story to the point that it belongs to them, and you would no longer be allowed to tell it.”
Ted looked at Terry. “Is he kidding?”
Terry shook his head. “Weren’t you listening to Jack, Ted?”
“Well, yeah, but why wouldn’t he know what a nondisclosure contract is?”
Jack stood up and walked to the edge of the moonlight as Terry turned off the lamp. “Because, mate, I wasn’t telling a fantasy.” He stepped into the moonbeams and became skeletal.
Ted shrieked and grabbed Terry by the shoulder, trying to get behind him. “Terry! He’s a skeleton! A real, live skeleton!”
Jack chuckled. “Well, while ‘live’ and ‘skeleton’ don’t generally get along together, I guess in my case you could say that.”
Ted regained his composure and walked over to Jack, extending his arm, pointer finger out. Jack held perfectly still as Ted poked him a few times, running his hands along shoulder bones and ribs. “You really are a real skeleton.”
Jack put his hand out, took Ted’s and shook it. “Congratulations, mate. You’re the first person to make physical contact with me. Not even William will shake hands with me in the moonlight.”
As Jack walked out of the moonlight, Ted poked him in the ribs again. “It’s unbelievable. I want pictures. Terry, where’s your camera?”
Terry brought out his camcorder. “Ok, Jack. Take Ted’s hand and walk into the moonlight.” He kept the camera rolling as Jack and Ted went through what they’d done before.
Ted was ecstatic. “You know, I could actually feel the change as we moved into the moonlight. ILM is going to go crazy duplicating this. So, Jack...How much do you want?”
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TBC
A/N: So...what do you think so far? Hit the REVIEW button and let me knos!