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Chapter 7 - Domesticated Jack
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 7 – Domesticated Jack
Jack grinned. “So you really want to write the story as it truly happened?”
“Oh, we’ll have to make a few changes, just enough to fit it to what Gore and Jerry are already working with. But it’s perfect.”
“Then take it, mates. I’m just happy to get my story out. I always wanted to be immortal, but like Captain Teach and HIS kind...not like THIS.”
“Then you want us to use your real name in the movie?”
“Most definitely.”
Will interrupted. “Jack, you’re passing up a lot of money.”
“And I’ve got more than a thousand times that amount in my share on the island, let alone when we use my treasure map to find the rest.”
Terry started in surprise. “The island is still there? Full of treasure?”
“Aye, and with the chest of Aztec gold waiting for that coin I bought from you.”
“May I go with you when you break the curse?”
“I don’t see why not, as long as you don’t know the coordinates.”
Terry laughed. “I really don’t understand nautical coordinates. Hell, I have problems with my GPS.”
They took more footage of Jack and arranged for Terry to meet them in Miami at Will’s yacht, the Angel of Desire, in three days, then Terry drove them to Will’s house, Jack keeping his head down the entire way lest he cause an accident if someone saw him.
As Jack entered Will’s house, he looked around at the boxes piled in the corners of the first three three rooms and the furniture obviously deposited haphazardly and whistled. “You must have been in a hurry to find the island, mate. It looks like ye dumped your belongings and ran.”
“Actually, that’s about how it happened. I was so excited about finally being able to go to that cave that I just had the movers dump the stuff. I haven’t even spent the night here yet.”
“Well, let’s get your bed unpacked. I can keep goin’ through the night while you sleep. You won’t know the place when I’m done with it.”
Will grinned. “That’s what I’m afraid of. Ok. I think they carried the bed and bedroom stuff upstairs.” They unpacked the master bedroom and Jack left Will to his sleep.
* - * - *
“Here. Taste this. I want to have it right before I try it myself after the curse is lifted.” Jack shoved a forkful of food into Will’s yawning mouth.
After chewing and swallowing, Will smiled. “Delicious! What is it?”
Jack grinned. My favorite breakfast, and I’m glad I haven’t lost my touch at makin’ it.”
“Yes, but what IS it? It’s the most tender meat I’ve ever eaten.”
“Sautéed brains with garlic, onions and capers. Would ye like to try my scrambled egg surprise with that?”
Will turned a mild shade of green, remembering his thoughts about “Dawn of the Dead”. “Brains? Who’s brains? Where did you get brains?”
“Calf’s brains, lad. Nothin’ better for breakfast. Now, do you want the scrambled egg surprise that I made or do I feed it to the cat?”
“What cat?”
“The cat wot came with the food when it was delivered.”
“The groceries came with a cat?”
“No, Will. The cat came with the groceries. Through the DOOR.” As if in answer to being talked about, a very bulky calico cat leaped onto Will’s belly, knocking the breath out of him. “Isn’t she a beauty? Now quick, do you want the eggs or do I give them to Patches?”
“You named the cat.”
“Well, ye don’t expect me to call her ‘cat’ from now till eternity, do you?”
“I was kinda hoping you’d just let her out the way she’d come in.”
“Without a decent meal? Whelp, I’m ashamed of ye!”
“Well, a cat that well-fed already has a home, so you can’t keep her.”
“Keep a cat? Lad, cats stay with people just long enough to take all they want, then leave. It’s people wot are pets for cats, not the other way around.” He filled the fork with eggs and shoved it toward Will’s face.
Will took a sniff and ate it like a starving man. “Jack, you are a fantastic cook! What’s the ‘surprise’?”
“Just bits of this ‘n’ that...goat’s cheese, garlic sausage and the like. It was Billy’s favorite...I figured you, bein’ a Turner ‘n’ all...”
“Well, it’s delicious.” Jack presented the tray as Will deposited “Patches” on the floor with a thud.
After finishing breakfast (Will scraped up everything short of licking the plate), Jack took the tray downstairs, followed by Will, and finally by Patches, tail in the air, clearly indignant and complaining that she didn’t get any breakfast. Jack rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of eggs and brains for the cat.
The house was immaculate, and Will had some problems recognizing some of his furniture. Apparently, Jack knew something about upholstering. “No, but mending sails isn’t so different that I couldn’t fix the stuff you have. Still, in this fine house you have, you deserve better furniture than this.”
“I’d rather spend money on doing things.”
“But when the money’s gone, where will ye live? What will ye show for it? I saw that you have a smaller version of the hotel swimming pool, but what about entertaining guests? You’re one of the wealthy now, Will. Stop thinking like a peasant, you’re aristocracy, so start acting the part. Buy furniture that befits your station. Try that thing they keep on about on the news...the Dow Jones.”
“Stock Market. I will. And I’ve been thinking of trying my hand at starting my own business.”
“We’ve got one, Will. Salvage. Hauling up sunken treasure.”
“I keep telling you, no matter where it is, some country will claim it.”
“And I keep telling you, none o’ those ships are anywhere near land.”
“Then where are the ships?”
“In the Atlantic, for the most part. So unless Atlantis has somehow miraculously resurfaced, none of those ships belong to any country.”
“Ok, fine. How’d they sink and how do you know EXACTLY where they are?”
“Well...I know where some of them are because I watched them sink. Others I managed to coerce the information from those wot knew it. How they sank? Er...very quickly, thanks to certain miscalculations on the part of the captains o’ the ships wot sank them.” Jack looked embarrassed.
Will pressed, sure of the answer already but wanting to hear it from the pirate’s mouth. “And just who was this inept captain?”
“I am NOT inept, whelp!”
Will laughed.
“That’s not funny. When I offered quarter to all the officers and crew, the captain refused and scuttled the ship.”
“Weren’t the treasure ships heavily guarded?”
“Aye, but those were the days when I had ten or more ships. We snuck up on ‘em in a fog and took them out one by one without firing a shot. But the fog blew out as we tried for the treasure ship herself, and after she’d sunk three of my best and we’d finally surrounded her and had climbed aboard, her captain gave the order and she went down like a stone. She took fourteen of my men with her, trapped in the hold. That was the first time I ever ordered men killed in cold blood.” Jack’s eyes were hard with hatred as he seemed to relive the memory.
Will gulped. “Cold blood?”
“Aye. Men floating in the water, beggin’ for quarter. I ordered them shot. They’d killed a total of eighty nine of my men, and deprived us of the gold besides. I couldn’t let them live after that. And Will, not one of my remaining men disagreed with the order. They’d all lost friends to that ship. And believe me, lad. When we finished, every man from that ship were dead. No word ever got back to Spain as to what happened. That’s how I know the gold is still there.”
“And the other ships?”
“As I said, I coerced the coordinates, a few I procured from old friends who owed me favors. But one other I watched sink, though I wasn’t the one wot attacked her. I was bo’sun on the Shark’s Fin when we saw four ships attack the treasure ship and the fleet protecting her. They sank the fleet, losing two of their own, but as they shot at the treasure ship herself, one of the ships was partially careened by a wave and fired too low; hit the treasure ship below the waterline with a full broadside. They tried to board to save some of the gold, but were repelled. After they left, we picked up the four survivors from the treasure ship and offered them to join our crew. One did; we hanged the other three despite objections from five of the crew. Not wanting to hang good crewmen, but unwilling to have possible mutineers aboard, Captain Loraine put us off in Tortuga so that we could find other crews to join. She was a very fair and even-handed captain, she was. I wasn’t the only one of us who missed her after we were put off in Tortuga.”
“She?”
“Aye. Colleen Loraine. Not a woman to cross was she, but we voted her captain unanimously. She had an uncanny knack of gettin’ us to good treasures, and this was no different, ‘cept for the other pirates gettin’ to it first. She never took kindly to ungentlemanly behavior aboard her ship, but it were easy to be a gentleman around her, lad. She were no mere wench, believe me. A real lady, she was, through and through.”
“She’s not listed in the history books. All I heard of was Anne Bonnie and Mary Reade.”
“That’s because they never caught Colleen. Even the ships and towns we attacked saw her as a lady, not as a pirate. She finally retired in England, no less...married a Lord from what I heard.”
“So when was this?”
“The sinking of the Contessa del Sol occurred on April first, year of our Lord seventeen sixteen...four years afore I got my Pearl back.
* - * - *
When Terry arrived at the Angel of Desire, he couldn’t help but whistle. She was a gorgeous yacht; one that a person could easily live on; it was bigger than the average apartment. Jack came away from the helm, signaled him aboard and helped him stow his gear in one of the aft cabins. As they emerged from below, they met up with Will, who was carrying a large box of T.V. dinners aboard.
“Lad, I distinctly remember telling you that ye need not bring those Swansons. Or have you forgotten your last six home-cooked meals?
“I know, but you’re already going to be driving—“
“—Piloting, whelp. When will you start using the right terms?”
“Maybe once I get used to being on a boat—“
“Ship.”
“Fine...ship...instead of a Pinto.”
Terry laughed. “I’ve been looking up terms for the movie script myself. Jack, if you don’t mind, could I pay you to read through the script when it’s done to correct any terms we’ve missed?”
“Aye. I’ll be glad to help.”
TBC
A/N: Ok, make me happy...REVIEW. As you know, I don't care if it's praise, constructive criticism, or flames, but I want to hear from you! So REVIEW!!!!
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 7 – Domesticated Jack
Jack grinned. “So you really want to write the story as it truly happened?”
“Oh, we’ll have to make a few changes, just enough to fit it to what Gore and Jerry are already working with. But it’s perfect.”
“Then take it, mates. I’m just happy to get my story out. I always wanted to be immortal, but like Captain Teach and HIS kind...not like THIS.”
“Then you want us to use your real name in the movie?”
“Most definitely.”
Will interrupted. “Jack, you’re passing up a lot of money.”
“And I’ve got more than a thousand times that amount in my share on the island, let alone when we use my treasure map to find the rest.”
Terry started in surprise. “The island is still there? Full of treasure?”
“Aye, and with the chest of Aztec gold waiting for that coin I bought from you.”
“May I go with you when you break the curse?”
“I don’t see why not, as long as you don’t know the coordinates.”
Terry laughed. “I really don’t understand nautical coordinates. Hell, I have problems with my GPS.”
They took more footage of Jack and arranged for Terry to meet them in Miami at Will’s yacht, the Angel of Desire, in three days, then Terry drove them to Will’s house, Jack keeping his head down the entire way lest he cause an accident if someone saw him.
As Jack entered Will’s house, he looked around at the boxes piled in the corners of the first three three rooms and the furniture obviously deposited haphazardly and whistled. “You must have been in a hurry to find the island, mate. It looks like ye dumped your belongings and ran.”
“Actually, that’s about how it happened. I was so excited about finally being able to go to that cave that I just had the movers dump the stuff. I haven’t even spent the night here yet.”
“Well, let’s get your bed unpacked. I can keep goin’ through the night while you sleep. You won’t know the place when I’m done with it.”
Will grinned. “That’s what I’m afraid of. Ok. I think they carried the bed and bedroom stuff upstairs.” They unpacked the master bedroom and Jack left Will to his sleep.
* - * - *
“Here. Taste this. I want to have it right before I try it myself after the curse is lifted.” Jack shoved a forkful of food into Will’s yawning mouth.
After chewing and swallowing, Will smiled. “Delicious! What is it?”
Jack grinned. My favorite breakfast, and I’m glad I haven’t lost my touch at makin’ it.”
“Yes, but what IS it? It’s the most tender meat I’ve ever eaten.”
“Sautéed brains with garlic, onions and capers. Would ye like to try my scrambled egg surprise with that?”
Will turned a mild shade of green, remembering his thoughts about “Dawn of the Dead”. “Brains? Who’s brains? Where did you get brains?”
“Calf’s brains, lad. Nothin’ better for breakfast. Now, do you want the scrambled egg surprise that I made or do I feed it to the cat?”
“What cat?”
“The cat wot came with the food when it was delivered.”
“The groceries came with a cat?”
“No, Will. The cat came with the groceries. Through the DOOR.” As if in answer to being talked about, a very bulky calico cat leaped onto Will’s belly, knocking the breath out of him. “Isn’t she a beauty? Now quick, do you want the eggs or do I give them to Patches?”
“You named the cat.”
“Well, ye don’t expect me to call her ‘cat’ from now till eternity, do you?”
“I was kinda hoping you’d just let her out the way she’d come in.”
“Without a decent meal? Whelp, I’m ashamed of ye!”
“Well, a cat that well-fed already has a home, so you can’t keep her.”
“Keep a cat? Lad, cats stay with people just long enough to take all they want, then leave. It’s people wot are pets for cats, not the other way around.” He filled the fork with eggs and shoved it toward Will’s face.
Will took a sniff and ate it like a starving man. “Jack, you are a fantastic cook! What’s the ‘surprise’?”
“Just bits of this ‘n’ that...goat’s cheese, garlic sausage and the like. It was Billy’s favorite...I figured you, bein’ a Turner ‘n’ all...”
“Well, it’s delicious.” Jack presented the tray as Will deposited “Patches” on the floor with a thud.
After finishing breakfast (Will scraped up everything short of licking the plate), Jack took the tray downstairs, followed by Will, and finally by Patches, tail in the air, clearly indignant and complaining that she didn’t get any breakfast. Jack rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of eggs and brains for the cat.
The house was immaculate, and Will had some problems recognizing some of his furniture. Apparently, Jack knew something about upholstering. “No, but mending sails isn’t so different that I couldn’t fix the stuff you have. Still, in this fine house you have, you deserve better furniture than this.”
“I’d rather spend money on doing things.”
“But when the money’s gone, where will ye live? What will ye show for it? I saw that you have a smaller version of the hotel swimming pool, but what about entertaining guests? You’re one of the wealthy now, Will. Stop thinking like a peasant, you’re aristocracy, so start acting the part. Buy furniture that befits your station. Try that thing they keep on about on the news...the Dow Jones.”
“Stock Market. I will. And I’ve been thinking of trying my hand at starting my own business.”
“We’ve got one, Will. Salvage. Hauling up sunken treasure.”
“I keep telling you, no matter where it is, some country will claim it.”
“And I keep telling you, none o’ those ships are anywhere near land.”
“Then where are the ships?”
“In the Atlantic, for the most part. So unless Atlantis has somehow miraculously resurfaced, none of those ships belong to any country.”
“Ok, fine. How’d they sink and how do you know EXACTLY where they are?”
“Well...I know where some of them are because I watched them sink. Others I managed to coerce the information from those wot knew it. How they sank? Er...very quickly, thanks to certain miscalculations on the part of the captains o’ the ships wot sank them.” Jack looked embarrassed.
Will pressed, sure of the answer already but wanting to hear it from the pirate’s mouth. “And just who was this inept captain?”
“I am NOT inept, whelp!”
Will laughed.
“That’s not funny. When I offered quarter to all the officers and crew, the captain refused and scuttled the ship.”
“Weren’t the treasure ships heavily guarded?”
“Aye, but those were the days when I had ten or more ships. We snuck up on ‘em in a fog and took them out one by one without firing a shot. But the fog blew out as we tried for the treasure ship herself, and after she’d sunk three of my best and we’d finally surrounded her and had climbed aboard, her captain gave the order and she went down like a stone. She took fourteen of my men with her, trapped in the hold. That was the first time I ever ordered men killed in cold blood.” Jack’s eyes were hard with hatred as he seemed to relive the memory.
Will gulped. “Cold blood?”
“Aye. Men floating in the water, beggin’ for quarter. I ordered them shot. They’d killed a total of eighty nine of my men, and deprived us of the gold besides. I couldn’t let them live after that. And Will, not one of my remaining men disagreed with the order. They’d all lost friends to that ship. And believe me, lad. When we finished, every man from that ship were dead. No word ever got back to Spain as to what happened. That’s how I know the gold is still there.”
“And the other ships?”
“As I said, I coerced the coordinates, a few I procured from old friends who owed me favors. But one other I watched sink, though I wasn’t the one wot attacked her. I was bo’sun on the Shark’s Fin when we saw four ships attack the treasure ship and the fleet protecting her. They sank the fleet, losing two of their own, but as they shot at the treasure ship herself, one of the ships was partially careened by a wave and fired too low; hit the treasure ship below the waterline with a full broadside. They tried to board to save some of the gold, but were repelled. After they left, we picked up the four survivors from the treasure ship and offered them to join our crew. One did; we hanged the other three despite objections from five of the crew. Not wanting to hang good crewmen, but unwilling to have possible mutineers aboard, Captain Loraine put us off in Tortuga so that we could find other crews to join. She was a very fair and even-handed captain, she was. I wasn’t the only one of us who missed her after we were put off in Tortuga.”
“She?”
“Aye. Colleen Loraine. Not a woman to cross was she, but we voted her captain unanimously. She had an uncanny knack of gettin’ us to good treasures, and this was no different, ‘cept for the other pirates gettin’ to it first. She never took kindly to ungentlemanly behavior aboard her ship, but it were easy to be a gentleman around her, lad. She were no mere wench, believe me. A real lady, she was, through and through.”
“She’s not listed in the history books. All I heard of was Anne Bonnie and Mary Reade.”
“That’s because they never caught Colleen. Even the ships and towns we attacked saw her as a lady, not as a pirate. She finally retired in England, no less...married a Lord from what I heard.”
“So when was this?”
“The sinking of the Contessa del Sol occurred on April first, year of our Lord seventeen sixteen...four years afore I got my Pearl back.
* - * - *
When Terry arrived at the Angel of Desire, he couldn’t help but whistle. She was a gorgeous yacht; one that a person could easily live on; it was bigger than the average apartment. Jack came away from the helm, signaled him aboard and helped him stow his gear in one of the aft cabins. As they emerged from below, they met up with Will, who was carrying a large box of T.V. dinners aboard.
“Lad, I distinctly remember telling you that ye need not bring those Swansons. Or have you forgotten your last six home-cooked meals?
“I know, but you’re already going to be driving—“
“—Piloting, whelp. When will you start using the right terms?”
“Maybe once I get used to being on a boat—“
“Ship.”
“Fine...ship...instead of a Pinto.”
Terry laughed. “I’ve been looking up terms for the movie script myself. Jack, if you don’t mind, could I pay you to read through the script when it’s done to correct any terms we’ve missed?”
“Aye. I’ll be glad to help.”
TBC
A/N: Ok, make me happy...REVIEW. As you know, I don't care if it's praise, constructive criticism, or flames, but I want to hear from you! So REVIEW!!!!