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Chapter 8 - Full House and Jacks Wild
Time and Time Again, by Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Pirates of the Caribbean – 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!
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Chapter 8 – Full House and Jacks Wild
Terry took copious notes and sketched ideas for movie sets as they entered cave, and Jack led them unerringly to the chest that had been his prison for over two hundred-seventy years. He confidently climbed the hill of gold with Will and Terry in his wake and opened the chest. A gasp escaped Will; Terry was still in awe and shock at seeing the REST of the gold.
“Now neither of you touch any of this gold, savvy?" Jack took the gold coin out of his pocket and held it in his left hand. He reached into the chest and extracted a dagger. “What’s done by blood, by blood undone.” Slicing his palm open and pressing the coin into the wound, he dropped the coin into the box and waited...and waited...”There’s no difference. I still don’t feel anything. There’s got to be something wrong.”
Closing the chest, he faced the other two men. “It didn’t work. I’ll need some help movin’ the chest somewhere bereft of gold so I can count it. There should be eight hundred eighty-two pieces in the chest, and I’ll bet my share of this cave’s treasure that one or more of them are missin’.”
With Jack on one end and Will and Terry on the other, they carried/dragged the chest into an empty side room. “We emptied this room out in twenty-one and found it was more ‘n enough for all of us to live well the rest of our natural lives. I hope the whelp and his missus kept my share for Billy.”
After the men stood back from the chest, Jack opened it and dumped it completely on the ground. “The coins are safe now that I’ve gotten them out of the chest. Now, if you don’t mind helping, could you both please start counting out stacks of twenty-fives? That way I know how many coins are missing and the maximum number of people I’ll have to track down.”
The men sat down and stacked the coins as requested. Jack put the coins back into the chest after counting them. “Eight hundred eighty-one. Hmm...that was Barbossa’s problem as well, and considering that there is no chain among the coins, I’ll wager it’s the same one.” He closed his eyes and stood stock still for several moments. When he opened his eyes, he pointed back out into the main room. “I can tell it’s in that direction.” He walked out, following a hunch; Will and Terry close behind him. Jack stopped directly before the apple tree that had Barbossa’s hand trapped within it. As he drew closer to the tree, his head tilted downward till he stood next to the skeleton looking at the base of the tree. “It’s in there.” He started clawing at the tree, his hands tearing away bits of bark as well as ripping skin off his fingers as he made his way in. When he stopped, he stood up and pointed to what he found. There, in the skeletal hand of Barbossa inside the base of the golden apple tree, was the medallion.
Will was confused. “But how could Barbossa have gotten it?”
“Well, it’s an easy wager that Barbossa didn’t take it. I watched him die and made sure of it myself. Hell, he died by my own hand.” He dug into the chest of the skeleton and pulled out a small lead ball, which he tossed to Terry. “Here’s a little souvenir of what happened here. If ye see anything else ye might fancy, go ahead and grab it. I’m sure Will and I won’t mind.” He picked up the medallion. “None of the crew would have given him a coin, and I’ve accounted for mine.” He thought for a moment and snapped his fingers. “I’ve got it. Gentlemen, I need to start looking for myths and legends somewhere in the surrounding area for a skeletal monkey god or some such.”
Now Terry was confused. “A monkey? And what surrounding area?”
“Barbossa had a pet monkey that did a trick of fetchin’ these coins and bringing them back to ‘is master. As the monkey was never found after the battle, I’ll give you guineas to farthings that the little monster snuck back here, took the medallion, and gave it to Barbossa. And the surrounding area would be any of the islands in the Caribbean or any of the Americas. He’d be as skeletal as I am under the moon.”
Will interjected. “Then we’d better widen our search to include zombie monkeys as well.”
Jack slipped the medallion around his neck and led the way out, picking up “souvenirs” for Terry along the way. “And give this to Ted.” He handed him a golden statue of a naked goddess.
* - * - *
“Bloody monkey’s up and disappeared. I’m not able to find ANYTHING about a monkey god or any odd sightings between then and now. Everything’s too ancient.”
“I checked Africa and Asia just in case, but I’ve found nothing.”
“Well, keep lookin’. Bloody monkey can’t have died, so we’ll find it eventually. The question is when.”
* - * - *
“So Jack, how do you like it?” Ted waited as the moon-bathing skeleton closed the notebook. It had been four months since Jack tried to break the curse; almost eight months since he’d been freed from the chest.
“It’s not quite the way I remember it, but it flows quite well.”
“So when do you want to meet the man Gore and Jerry picked to play you?”
Excitement shone in the impish twinkle in Jack’s eyes. “How about tonight?”
Terry chuckled. “Wouldn’t THAT be a hoot?! I can just picture Johnny coming out here, seeing you, and running screaming from the house.”
Ted giggled. “But Terry, maybe not. Remember, he did two Nightmare movies. Are you sure he’d be afraid of a meaty skeleton in rotting swim trunks?” He turned to the pirate. “Jack, do you really go swimming like that or is this getup just for our benefit?”
Jack grinned. “’s for your benefits, mates. Got to keep up appearances, eh? And in the meantime, I’ve got the Web Ferret lookin’ for anything havin’ to do with that thrice-damned monkey.”
Ted thought about something. “Hey, Johnny’s doing some kind of experiment with his costume down at Disneyland this weekend. How about Saturday? You’ll be able to see what he’ll look like in the movie.”
“Sounds good. Will can take me there.”
Ted smiled. “We’ll meet you at noon. He’s supposed to be just in front of Pirates of the Caribbean. Look for a guy in a weird-looking pirate costume just outside the ride. That’ll be Johnny.”
“We’ll see you there. Now...how about a hug for your Uncle Jack to seal the bargain?” Jack’s eyes twinkled in mirth as he grinned and opened his arms wide.
Terry blanched. Ted chuckled. “No thanks.” He took Jack’s skeletal hand and shook it.
* - * - *
Saturday dawned clear and warm. Will had Jack wear shorts to match the weather; Jack had wanted to meet the actor in the clothes he’d been wearing when Will found him.
“Jack, you should burn those. They’re raggedy and they stink even after we washed them. Personally, it’s a wonder they didn’t end up in the lint trap.”
“But those clothes are comfortable. I still don’t feel right in these clothes we’ve bought.”
“Well, they won’t let you past the gate at Disneyland if you look like a homeless person.”
“Beggar, lad. The word you want is ‘beggar’.”
“Not in the politically correct world of today.”
“Bugger that.”
“Jack, I keep trying to tell you, you can’t talk like that nowadays. You’re rich, a gentleman, well, passing for one anyway, and gentlemen in polite society don’t cuss in American OR British.”
“Bugger that, too. I was rich after we emptied that side room in seventeen twenty-one, too; money doesn’t change what you are inside, mate. And inside, no matter the year or the location, I’m a PIRATE, and pirates CURSE. Personally, I can curse in seven languages.”
“Well, wear that khaki outfit you bought last week.”
“Fine.” He went to the room Will had given him and changed.
* - * - *
As they passed through the gates, Jack’s eyes were big as saucers. It seemed to Will that maybe he should have brought Jack a day early to get him acclimated to the complete change of scenery. Will tried to get Jack to ride to the other end of Main Street in the fire engine, but Jack insisted on walking, stopping in almost every store and ogling at the goodies before him. Will laughed as Jack bought a Mickey Mouse hat and had his name embroidered on it.
Wearing his prize proudly, Jack followed Will through the Frontierland gates to the Rivers of America. Will fairly had to hold him back from commandeering the Columbia.
Will turned Jack away from the river and they saw him. Jack walked up to the pirate and looked him up and down. “A fine likeness, to be sure. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were my twin. Will, this is almost exactly what I looked like when I met William and Elizabeth the first time.”
The pirate before them looked Jack up and down and grinned. “I take it you’re the man Ted and Terry warned me about. I thought you’d be here two hours from now. That’s when the reservation is set for at Club 33.” He extended his hand. “I’m Johnny, by the way.”
Jack shook Johnny’s hand. “Sorry we’re early. I’ve never been to Disneyland before and Will said he’d show me around...but then I saw YOU and just HAD to look. You’re perfect, mate. It’s like lookin’ into a mirror.”
Johnny blushed. “Penny and Ve are good, that’s for sure. And it’s amazing...you look so much like me it’s scary.” A ten-year-old boy and his mom approached, wanting the “pirate’s” autograph. When Johnny talked to the boy, he sounded just like Jack. “So have you gone on many rides this fine morning?”
The boy grinned. “Mom took me on the Jungle Cruise and on Pirates!” He looked at the signature Johnny handed him. “Wow! Thanks Captain Sparrow!”
After further pleasantries, the boy and his mom left.
Jack chuckled. “You really get on well with the whelps, don’t you?”
Johnny grinned, the gold caps glinting in the sun. “I have one of my own...a little princess named Lily-Rose.”
Jack pointed. “And Will said keeping my gold teeth looked cheap!”
Will blushed. Johnny laughed. “These are just caps my dentist put in for the duration of filming. They’re not real...”
Will looked around, seeing a crowd starting to gather; everyone wanted to see the pirate, though some of the ladies around them seemed like they wanted to talk to Jack. Will realized why: they thought he was Johnny Depp. He turned to Jack. “Come on, Jack, You’ll want to see the ride before lunch. It’s nice to meet you...er...Captain Sparrow. We’ll see you at noon.”
* - * - *
“We’re rascals, scoundrels, villains and knaves. Drink up me ‘earties yo ho! We’re devils and black sheep and really bad eggs. Drink up me ‘earties yo ho!” Jack croaked out the song as if he’d been singing it all his life. “That is an extraordinary show, Will! It’s amazing how those people can go nonstop like that.”
“They’re not ‘people’, Jack. They’re animatronic...puppets with recordings on a loop.”
Jack stared at Will. “Well that takes a bit o’ the excitement out, don’ it?”
“Not really. Just think of the technology used to create them. They used to be basically clockwork. It was made before they used computers.”
“Aye, when ye explain it that way, a coordinated clockwork of those proportions is VERY impressive. Now, what’s this ‘Space Mountain’ thing? Let’s go on that next.”
* - * - *
Will had to pry Jack’s hands off of the rail before the pirate would even deign to open his eyes. “Whelp, we are NOT goin’ on that again!”
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TBC
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Pirates of the Caribbean – 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 8 – Full House and Jacks Wild
Terry took copious notes and sketched ideas for movie sets as they entered cave, and Jack led them unerringly to the chest that had been his prison for over two hundred-seventy years. He confidently climbed the hill of gold with Will and Terry in his wake and opened the chest. A gasp escaped Will; Terry was still in awe and shock at seeing the REST of the gold.
“Now neither of you touch any of this gold, savvy?" Jack took the gold coin out of his pocket and held it in his left hand. He reached into the chest and extracted a dagger. “What’s done by blood, by blood undone.” Slicing his palm open and pressing the coin into the wound, he dropped the coin into the box and waited...and waited...”There’s no difference. I still don’t feel anything. There’s got to be something wrong.”
Closing the chest, he faced the other two men. “It didn’t work. I’ll need some help movin’ the chest somewhere bereft of gold so I can count it. There should be eight hundred eighty-two pieces in the chest, and I’ll bet my share of this cave’s treasure that one or more of them are missin’.”
With Jack on one end and Will and Terry on the other, they carried/dragged the chest into an empty side room. “We emptied this room out in twenty-one and found it was more ‘n enough for all of us to live well the rest of our natural lives. I hope the whelp and his missus kept my share for Billy.”
After the men stood back from the chest, Jack opened it and dumped it completely on the ground. “The coins are safe now that I’ve gotten them out of the chest. Now, if you don’t mind helping, could you both please start counting out stacks of twenty-fives? That way I know how many coins are missing and the maximum number of people I’ll have to track down.”
The men sat down and stacked the coins as requested. Jack put the coins back into the chest after counting them. “Eight hundred eighty-one. Hmm...that was Barbossa’s problem as well, and considering that there is no chain among the coins, I’ll wager it’s the same one.” He closed his eyes and stood stock still for several moments. When he opened his eyes, he pointed back out into the main room. “I can tell it’s in that direction.” He walked out, following a hunch; Will and Terry close behind him. Jack stopped directly before the apple tree that had Barbossa’s hand trapped within it. As he drew closer to the tree, his head tilted downward till he stood next to the skeleton looking at the base of the tree. “It’s in there.” He started clawing at the tree, his hands tearing away bits of bark as well as ripping skin off his fingers as he made his way in. When he stopped, he stood up and pointed to what he found. There, in the skeletal hand of Barbossa inside the base of the golden apple tree, was the medallion.
Will was confused. “But how could Barbossa have gotten it?”
“Well, it’s an easy wager that Barbossa didn’t take it. I watched him die and made sure of it myself. Hell, he died by my own hand.” He dug into the chest of the skeleton and pulled out a small lead ball, which he tossed to Terry. “Here’s a little souvenir of what happened here. If ye see anything else ye might fancy, go ahead and grab it. I’m sure Will and I won’t mind.” He picked up the medallion. “None of the crew would have given him a coin, and I’ve accounted for mine.” He thought for a moment and snapped his fingers. “I’ve got it. Gentlemen, I need to start looking for myths and legends somewhere in the surrounding area for a skeletal monkey god or some such.”
Now Terry was confused. “A monkey? And what surrounding area?”
“Barbossa had a pet monkey that did a trick of fetchin’ these coins and bringing them back to ‘is master. As the monkey was never found after the battle, I’ll give you guineas to farthings that the little monster snuck back here, took the medallion, and gave it to Barbossa. And the surrounding area would be any of the islands in the Caribbean or any of the Americas. He’d be as skeletal as I am under the moon.”
Will interjected. “Then we’d better widen our search to include zombie monkeys as well.”
Jack slipped the medallion around his neck and led the way out, picking up “souvenirs” for Terry along the way. “And give this to Ted.” He handed him a golden statue of a naked goddess.
* - * - *
“Bloody monkey’s up and disappeared. I’m not able to find ANYTHING about a monkey god or any odd sightings between then and now. Everything’s too ancient.”
“I checked Africa and Asia just in case, but I’ve found nothing.”
“Well, keep lookin’. Bloody monkey can’t have died, so we’ll find it eventually. The question is when.”
* - * - *
“So Jack, how do you like it?” Ted waited as the moon-bathing skeleton closed the notebook. It had been four months since Jack tried to break the curse; almost eight months since he’d been freed from the chest.
“It’s not quite the way I remember it, but it flows quite well.”
“So when do you want to meet the man Gore and Jerry picked to play you?”
Excitement shone in the impish twinkle in Jack’s eyes. “How about tonight?”
Terry chuckled. “Wouldn’t THAT be a hoot?! I can just picture Johnny coming out here, seeing you, and running screaming from the house.”
Ted giggled. “But Terry, maybe not. Remember, he did two Nightmare movies. Are you sure he’d be afraid of a meaty skeleton in rotting swim trunks?” He turned to the pirate. “Jack, do you really go swimming like that or is this getup just for our benefit?”
Jack grinned. “’s for your benefits, mates. Got to keep up appearances, eh? And in the meantime, I’ve got the Web Ferret lookin’ for anything havin’ to do with that thrice-damned monkey.”
Ted thought about something. “Hey, Johnny’s doing some kind of experiment with his costume down at Disneyland this weekend. How about Saturday? You’ll be able to see what he’ll look like in the movie.”
“Sounds good. Will can take me there.”
Ted smiled. “We’ll meet you at noon. He’s supposed to be just in front of Pirates of the Caribbean. Look for a guy in a weird-looking pirate costume just outside the ride. That’ll be Johnny.”
“We’ll see you there. Now...how about a hug for your Uncle Jack to seal the bargain?” Jack’s eyes twinkled in mirth as he grinned and opened his arms wide.
Terry blanched. Ted chuckled. “No thanks.” He took Jack’s skeletal hand and shook it.
* - * - *
Saturday dawned clear and warm. Will had Jack wear shorts to match the weather; Jack had wanted to meet the actor in the clothes he’d been wearing when Will found him.
“Jack, you should burn those. They’re raggedy and they stink even after we washed them. Personally, it’s a wonder they didn’t end up in the lint trap.”
“But those clothes are comfortable. I still don’t feel right in these clothes we’ve bought.”
“Well, they won’t let you past the gate at Disneyland if you look like a homeless person.”
“Beggar, lad. The word you want is ‘beggar’.”
“Not in the politically correct world of today.”
“Bugger that.”
“Jack, I keep trying to tell you, you can’t talk like that nowadays. You’re rich, a gentleman, well, passing for one anyway, and gentlemen in polite society don’t cuss in American OR British.”
“Bugger that, too. I was rich after we emptied that side room in seventeen twenty-one, too; money doesn’t change what you are inside, mate. And inside, no matter the year or the location, I’m a PIRATE, and pirates CURSE. Personally, I can curse in seven languages.”
“Well, wear that khaki outfit you bought last week.”
“Fine.” He went to the room Will had given him and changed.
* - * - *
As they passed through the gates, Jack’s eyes were big as saucers. It seemed to Will that maybe he should have brought Jack a day early to get him acclimated to the complete change of scenery. Will tried to get Jack to ride to the other end of Main Street in the fire engine, but Jack insisted on walking, stopping in almost every store and ogling at the goodies before him. Will laughed as Jack bought a Mickey Mouse hat and had his name embroidered on it.
Wearing his prize proudly, Jack followed Will through the Frontierland gates to the Rivers of America. Will fairly had to hold him back from commandeering the Columbia.
Will turned Jack away from the river and they saw him. Jack walked up to the pirate and looked him up and down. “A fine likeness, to be sure. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were my twin. Will, this is almost exactly what I looked like when I met William and Elizabeth the first time.”
The pirate before them looked Jack up and down and grinned. “I take it you’re the man Ted and Terry warned me about. I thought you’d be here two hours from now. That’s when the reservation is set for at Club 33.” He extended his hand. “I’m Johnny, by the way.”
Jack shook Johnny’s hand. “Sorry we’re early. I’ve never been to Disneyland before and Will said he’d show me around...but then I saw YOU and just HAD to look. You’re perfect, mate. It’s like lookin’ into a mirror.”
Johnny blushed. “Penny and Ve are good, that’s for sure. And it’s amazing...you look so much like me it’s scary.” A ten-year-old boy and his mom approached, wanting the “pirate’s” autograph. When Johnny talked to the boy, he sounded just like Jack. “So have you gone on many rides this fine morning?”
The boy grinned. “Mom took me on the Jungle Cruise and on Pirates!” He looked at the signature Johnny handed him. “Wow! Thanks Captain Sparrow!”
After further pleasantries, the boy and his mom left.
Jack chuckled. “You really get on well with the whelps, don’t you?”
Johnny grinned, the gold caps glinting in the sun. “I have one of my own...a little princess named Lily-Rose.”
Jack pointed. “And Will said keeping my gold teeth looked cheap!”
Will blushed. Johnny laughed. “These are just caps my dentist put in for the duration of filming. They’re not real...”
Will looked around, seeing a crowd starting to gather; everyone wanted to see the pirate, though some of the ladies around them seemed like they wanted to talk to Jack. Will realized why: they thought he was Johnny Depp. He turned to Jack. “Come on, Jack, You’ll want to see the ride before lunch. It’s nice to meet you...er...Captain Sparrow. We’ll see you at noon.”
* - * - *
“We’re rascals, scoundrels, villains and knaves. Drink up me ‘earties yo ho! We’re devils and black sheep and really bad eggs. Drink up me ‘earties yo ho!” Jack croaked out the song as if he’d been singing it all his life. “That is an extraordinary show, Will! It’s amazing how those people can go nonstop like that.”
“They’re not ‘people’, Jack. They’re animatronic...puppets with recordings on a loop.”
Jack stared at Will. “Well that takes a bit o’ the excitement out, don’ it?”
“Not really. Just think of the technology used to create them. They used to be basically clockwork. It was made before they used computers.”
“Aye, when ye explain it that way, a coordinated clockwork of those proportions is VERY impressive. Now, what’s this ‘Space Mountain’ thing? Let’s go on that next.”
* - * - *
Will had to pry Jack’s hands off of the rail before the pirate would even deign to open his eyes. “Whelp, we are NOT goin’ on that again!”
* - * - *
TBC
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