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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
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Adult +
Chapters:
17
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4,200
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57
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Chapter 9 - Johnny Meets Jack
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!
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 9 – Johnny Meets Jack
“So, Jack. Do you approve of Johnny?” Terry was grinning.
Jack smiled. “He might as well be my own twin.”
Jack told Johnny how Will had rescued him from the cave. Johnny looked dubious to say the least. “So let me get this straight. You were chained to a stone chest with a sword straight through your head for almost three hundred years? Ted? Terry? Where’d you find this guy, Camarillo? He’s a genius of a storyteller and his plotlines are first rate, but I think he actually BELIEVES the crap he’s shoveling.”
Terry chuckled. “Actually, Jack found me through eBay. Remember that weird gold coin I had? Well, Jack bought it. And he’s not shoveling crap. I’ve been to the cave. It’s real, and worth more than Bill Gates can imagine.”
Ted nodded. “Jack’s for real, all right. I’ve not only seen him in the moonlight, but examined him as he changed. Terry took movies of it. We’re going to bring them to ILM so that they can duplicate the effect.”
Johnny shook his head. “Ok, master storyteller and expert hypnotist. What you guys are describing compares to trying to get me to believe in Santa Claus. But don’t tell that to Lily-Rose.”
Jack grinned. “What time are you finished here?”
“I’ll be leaving here at six.”
“Then why don’t you come over to Will’s house at around ten? Then I can prove it to you.”
“Ok. You can try your hocus pocus on me and we’ll see if I fall for it. But I’m not a pushover. I’ve been in the business long enough that you won’t be able to fool me.”
The conversation strayed to the movie itself and went on throughout lunch. Johnny did notice that, although the food and wine were delicious, Jack didn’t as much as take a sip of water, but he didn’t mention it.
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Will opened the front door and stood back to let the actor inside. Without the pirate makeup and costume, he looked even more like Jack looked now. “Welcome, Mr. Depp. Jack’s in the family room watching T.V. He’s discovered how long you’ve been acting and immediately bought everything he could find.”
“Ok.”
Will smiled. “Have a seat. I’ll go get him. Would you like something to drink?”
“No thanks. I want to be sober for this.”
“Cool.” Will left Johnny sitting on the sofa in the living room and went to fetch Jack.
Tonight, Jack was wearing a pair of jeans and a white tee shirt that said “Save the Whales…Collect the Whole Set”. His hair hung free. Johnny wore his tattered jeans, a plain, white, short-sleeved button-down shirt and his favorite boots.
Will shook his head in wonder. “You two really do look alike. Oh...Mr. Depp, could I have your autograph?”
Johnny laughed. “Sure. And call me Johnny.” He signed the “From Hell” DVD insert. “So, Jack...you have a show for me?”
Jack motioned Johnny to stand up. “If you will accompany me to the back yard...” Once Johnny was on his feet, Jack took him by the hand and strode to the sliding glass door. He opened it and walked out into the moonlight, still holding the actor’s hand.
Johnny felt the soft, cool flesh in his hand turn hard and looked down. His eyes went wide as saucers, but his hand still held on. His gaze ran up Jack’s arm to his face, then down the pirate’s entire body and up again, then back to the skeletal hand in his flesh one. His mind numb, he continued the visual circuit a few times, still holding onto Jack’s hand.
Quite suddenly, Jack began to giggle as he watched Johnny going through his sixth circuit without stopping. “Will, I know that the moonlight turns me into a skeleton; perhaps the moonlight turns Johnny into a clockwork for a Disneyland ride?”
Will chuckled. “I think he’s a deer in headlights if you ask me. Why don’t you get him back inside. I’ll go pour a margarita for him.”
Jack pulled Johnny inside by the hand. Until they were out of the moonlight, Johnny continued the visual circuit looking Jack over; his eyes wide but not seeing, his feet shuffling forward of their own accord.
As Jack became flesh again, Johnny stopped dead, blinked his eyes twice, ripped his hand out of Jack’s grasp, and screamed so loud and long that Will was afraid the neighbors would call the police. He handed the actor a large, full glass that was instantly drained and handed back. “Mmmmmmore pppplllease?” Will brought out a pitcher with which to refill the glass, but Johnny grabbed it in both hands and drained it. Then he sat down where he was, which was the middle of the floor, staring longingly at the empty pitcher.
As Jack brought his hand down and offered it to Johnny, the actor dropped the pitcher on the carpet in his rush to scramble back from the pirate. “You’re not crazy! You’re DEAD!”
Jack thought about it as Will calmly picked up the pitcher. “Well, I don’t bleed, so I guess I’m not living, but I’m still up and about so I’m not dead either.”
“Ok, you’re Undead. No pulse, cool to the touch, still walking. A zombie.”
Will laughed. “That’s what I thought when he changed in the boat. I had to keep telling myself that this wasn’t ‘Dawn of the Dead’ so he wasn’t going to eat my brain. THEN I found out that the bastard DOES eat brains!” Will was still chuckling as he took the pitcher into the kitchen.
Johnny stared openmouthed at the pirate. Jack chuckled. “Before the curse, aye...for breakfast. Calves brains are tender and delicious; especially when ye cook them properly.”
“So can you do other things? The movie has the skeletons breathing underwater. Can you do that?”
Jack thought for a moment, formulating his answer. “No. I don’t ‘breathe’ underwater. As a matter of fact, I don’t technically ‘breathe’ at all, though it may look and sound like I do.”
“Then how do you talk?”
“I don’t know. Probably magic. Since this morning, I’d compare it to that animatronic stuff. Not real, but seems that way.”
“If it’s magic, can you talk underwater?”
“No. Or should I say, aye, but no sound comes out. As in, I’m not holding my breath.”
“Ok. Now that I’m ready for it, do it again.”
Jack shrugged and walked outside while Johnny stared after him. When he didn’t become a skeleton, Johnny laughed. “I knew it had to be a trick! Damn! You’re great! You even had ME fooled for a minute!”
The clouds obscuring the moon continued their trek across the sky, causing Johnny to further scramble backwards, running into the couch just as Will arrived with another pitcher of margaritas. Johnny looked up, saw the pitcher being lowered to him, grabbed it and drank about half of it before coming up for air.
Jack chuckled. “Aye, Johnny. It was a trick; a trick o’ the moon. A cloud strayed over it for a moment.”
Johnny stood and slowly made his way out to the skeleton standing in the moonlight. He walked around Jack a couple of times. “Not a holograph, and I didn’t see Wes’ car outside, so there’s no low tech effects going on.” He poked at a rib and missed, his fingers traveling INSIDE the pirate.
Jack looked down and shrugged as Johnny pulled his hand away, shook some gunk off, and puked on the pirate’s foot. Jack walked over to the garden hose, rinsed off his foot and proceeded to spray down the patio and Johnny, who laughed at the situation, apologizing and trying to get away from the hose.
When they finally walked back inside, Johnny dripping on the carpet, Will giggled. “He didn’t have that effect on me. I fainted.”
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TBC
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 9 – Johnny Meets Jack
“So, Jack. Do you approve of Johnny?” Terry was grinning.
Jack smiled. “He might as well be my own twin.”
Jack told Johnny how Will had rescued him from the cave. Johnny looked dubious to say the least. “So let me get this straight. You were chained to a stone chest with a sword straight through your head for almost three hundred years? Ted? Terry? Where’d you find this guy, Camarillo? He’s a genius of a storyteller and his plotlines are first rate, but I think he actually BELIEVES the crap he’s shoveling.”
Terry chuckled. “Actually, Jack found me through eBay. Remember that weird gold coin I had? Well, Jack bought it. And he’s not shoveling crap. I’ve been to the cave. It’s real, and worth more than Bill Gates can imagine.”
Ted nodded. “Jack’s for real, all right. I’ve not only seen him in the moonlight, but examined him as he changed. Terry took movies of it. We’re going to bring them to ILM so that they can duplicate the effect.”
Johnny shook his head. “Ok, master storyteller and expert hypnotist. What you guys are describing compares to trying to get me to believe in Santa Claus. But don’t tell that to Lily-Rose.”
Jack grinned. “What time are you finished here?”
“I’ll be leaving here at six.”
“Then why don’t you come over to Will’s house at around ten? Then I can prove it to you.”
“Ok. You can try your hocus pocus on me and we’ll see if I fall for it. But I’m not a pushover. I’ve been in the business long enough that you won’t be able to fool me.”
The conversation strayed to the movie itself and went on throughout lunch. Johnny did notice that, although the food and wine were delicious, Jack didn’t as much as take a sip of water, but he didn’t mention it.
* - * - *
Will opened the front door and stood back to let the actor inside. Without the pirate makeup and costume, he looked even more like Jack looked now. “Welcome, Mr. Depp. Jack’s in the family room watching T.V. He’s discovered how long you’ve been acting and immediately bought everything he could find.”
“Ok.”
Will smiled. “Have a seat. I’ll go get him. Would you like something to drink?”
“No thanks. I want to be sober for this.”
“Cool.” Will left Johnny sitting on the sofa in the living room and went to fetch Jack.
Tonight, Jack was wearing a pair of jeans and a white tee shirt that said “Save the Whales…Collect the Whole Set”. His hair hung free. Johnny wore his tattered jeans, a plain, white, short-sleeved button-down shirt and his favorite boots.
Will shook his head in wonder. “You two really do look alike. Oh...Mr. Depp, could I have your autograph?”
Johnny laughed. “Sure. And call me Johnny.” He signed the “From Hell” DVD insert. “So, Jack...you have a show for me?”
Jack motioned Johnny to stand up. “If you will accompany me to the back yard...” Once Johnny was on his feet, Jack took him by the hand and strode to the sliding glass door. He opened it and walked out into the moonlight, still holding the actor’s hand.
Johnny felt the soft, cool flesh in his hand turn hard and looked down. His eyes went wide as saucers, but his hand still held on. His gaze ran up Jack’s arm to his face, then down the pirate’s entire body and up again, then back to the skeletal hand in his flesh one. His mind numb, he continued the visual circuit a few times, still holding onto Jack’s hand.
Quite suddenly, Jack began to giggle as he watched Johnny going through his sixth circuit without stopping. “Will, I know that the moonlight turns me into a skeleton; perhaps the moonlight turns Johnny into a clockwork for a Disneyland ride?”
Will chuckled. “I think he’s a deer in headlights if you ask me. Why don’t you get him back inside. I’ll go pour a margarita for him.”
Jack pulled Johnny inside by the hand. Until they were out of the moonlight, Johnny continued the visual circuit looking Jack over; his eyes wide but not seeing, his feet shuffling forward of their own accord.
As Jack became flesh again, Johnny stopped dead, blinked his eyes twice, ripped his hand out of Jack’s grasp, and screamed so loud and long that Will was afraid the neighbors would call the police. He handed the actor a large, full glass that was instantly drained and handed back. “Mmmmmmore pppplllease?” Will brought out a pitcher with which to refill the glass, but Johnny grabbed it in both hands and drained it. Then he sat down where he was, which was the middle of the floor, staring longingly at the empty pitcher.
As Jack brought his hand down and offered it to Johnny, the actor dropped the pitcher on the carpet in his rush to scramble back from the pirate. “You’re not crazy! You’re DEAD!”
Jack thought about it as Will calmly picked up the pitcher. “Well, I don’t bleed, so I guess I’m not living, but I’m still up and about so I’m not dead either.”
“Ok, you’re Undead. No pulse, cool to the touch, still walking. A zombie.”
Will laughed. “That’s what I thought when he changed in the boat. I had to keep telling myself that this wasn’t ‘Dawn of the Dead’ so he wasn’t going to eat my brain. THEN I found out that the bastard DOES eat brains!” Will was still chuckling as he took the pitcher into the kitchen.
Johnny stared openmouthed at the pirate. Jack chuckled. “Before the curse, aye...for breakfast. Calves brains are tender and delicious; especially when ye cook them properly.”
“So can you do other things? The movie has the skeletons breathing underwater. Can you do that?”
Jack thought for a moment, formulating his answer. “No. I don’t ‘breathe’ underwater. As a matter of fact, I don’t technically ‘breathe’ at all, though it may look and sound like I do.”
“Then how do you talk?”
“I don’t know. Probably magic. Since this morning, I’d compare it to that animatronic stuff. Not real, but seems that way.”
“If it’s magic, can you talk underwater?”
“No. Or should I say, aye, but no sound comes out. As in, I’m not holding my breath.”
“Ok. Now that I’m ready for it, do it again.”
Jack shrugged and walked outside while Johnny stared after him. When he didn’t become a skeleton, Johnny laughed. “I knew it had to be a trick! Damn! You’re great! You even had ME fooled for a minute!”
The clouds obscuring the moon continued their trek across the sky, causing Johnny to further scramble backwards, running into the couch just as Will arrived with another pitcher of margaritas. Johnny looked up, saw the pitcher being lowered to him, grabbed it and drank about half of it before coming up for air.
Jack chuckled. “Aye, Johnny. It was a trick; a trick o’ the moon. A cloud strayed over it for a moment.”
Johnny stood and slowly made his way out to the skeleton standing in the moonlight. He walked around Jack a couple of times. “Not a holograph, and I didn’t see Wes’ car outside, so there’s no low tech effects going on.” He poked at a rib and missed, his fingers traveling INSIDE the pirate.
Jack looked down and shrugged as Johnny pulled his hand away, shook some gunk off, and puked on the pirate’s foot. Jack walked over to the garden hose, rinsed off his foot and proceeded to spray down the patio and Johnny, who laughed at the situation, apologizing and trying to get away from the hose.
When they finally walked back inside, Johnny dripping on the carpet, Will giggled. “He didn’t have that effect on me. I fainted.”
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TBC