Peanut_Butter
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I agree! He is weird!
"The Curse of the Black Pearl: William Turner"
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Part V: To Rescue the Bonny Lass
Part V: To Rescue the Bonny Lass
“Up to me?” Will asked the voice.
But he heard nothing this time.
“Elizabeth?” he shouted into the distance, “Where have you gone?”
The only response he received was the sound of the ocean waves lapping at the sandy shore. The soothing stillness was beginning to melt away, as sounds began to register in Will’s ears.
He opened his eyes, in a daze. He lifted up his head as recollections of the previous night began flood his memory. He rubbed his head quickly, as he remembered they had taken Elizabeth. For a second he wondered what to do, but in that second he knew he had to alert the Commodore and the governor. Will sat up, and hopped to his feet, as he surveyed the dismal scene that lay before him. The harbor was a mess, with ships still smoldering from the cannon fire the night before. Soldiers rode by on horseback, as men passed buckets of water to each other. People were tending to the wounded, and cleaning up as best they could the destruction the pirates had left behind. Will picked up his ax and sword, tucked his sword into his belt, and started towards the fort. The state of the fort was considerable damage. The gate was open, but torn halfway from its hinges. Soldiers were busy carrying injured to medical tents, and attempting to temporarily repair the destruction. Will spied the Commodore, his men, and Governor Swann standing over a wooden table, consulting a map. He rushed up the stairs to them.
“They’ve taken her. They’ve taken Elizabeth.” Will stated urgently.
“Mr. Murtogg, remove this man,” the commodore said absently, looking down at his map. He was referring to one of the two sentinels who were standing guard a few feet away.
The sentry moved towards Will, about to take his arm when Will spoke again.
“We have to hunt them down. We must save her,” Will said insistently.
Governor Swann looked at Will. He stepped in front of the table, across from Will.
“And where do you propose we start?” he asked, “If you have any information concerning my daughter, please share it.”
Will looked down. He had no reply. The governor stepped away.
The Mr. Murtogg spoke, “That Jack Sparrow. He talked about the Black Pearl.”
The commodore looked up.
The other, stocky guard quickly countered, “Mentioned it is more what he did.”
Commodore Norrington looked back down at his map, busying himself with measurements and calculating.
“Ask him where it is. Make a deal with him,” Will said to the commodore, “he could lead us to it.”
Commodore Norrington looked up briefly. Will was beginning to feel desperate. With each passing minute, Elizabeth could be sailing farther and farther away on that accursed ship. Each minute stole away valuable time to find her.
“No. The pirates who invaded this fort left Sparrow in his cell, ergo they are not his allies.” Said the commodore matter-a-factly. He emphasized on the word “not”. He turned to the governor, “Governor, we will establish their most likely course.”
Will was suddenly enraged, and he swung his ax upward, firmly lodging it into the table.
“That’s not god enough!” he shouted furiously.
Commodore Norrington turned, looking down at the ax, and lightly plucked it out of the table. He slowly walked around the table.
“Mr. Turner, you are not a military man. You are not a sailor.” The commodore reached Will’s side now, giving him a superficial smile, “You are a blacksmith.”
He took Will’s arm firmly and moved him away from the others a bit, “This is not the moment for rash actions.”
Will looked out, up into the sky.
The commodore lowered his voice slightly, “Do not make the mistake of thinking that you are the only man here who cares for Elizabeth.”
Will glanced at him now, distastefully. Commodore Norrington shoved his ax back into his hand, and moved away, as he resumed his talk with Governor Swann.
Jack Sparrow? A thought began to form in Will’s head. Perhaps he could, above all hopes, at least glean some information about the pirates and the mysterious ship, the Black Pearl, perhaps find out where it made berth. Jack Sparrow was taken to the prison, as Will recalled. Seeing as the ruined deck that held the noose was ruined, Jack Sparrow would still be alive at the moment. Will hurried down the steps, without another word to the commodore or governor.
Will hurriedly opened the door to the prison, as he wondered whether Jack Sparrow was still here and hadn’t escaped by holes made by the cannon fire. He quickly descended the stone steps, into the prison, and the musty air. He could see the pirate lying lazily on his back, and he ran over to him.
“You. Sparrow.” Will said breathlessly.
Jack Sparrow lifted up his head, “Aye.”
“You are familiar with that ship. The Black Pearl.” Will asked.
The pirate put his head down again. He answered slowly, “I’ve heard of it.”
Will persisted, “Where does it make berth?”
Jack Sparrow lifted his head once again, repeating Will’s question, “Where does it make berth?” He squinted his eyes, “Have you not heard the stories?”
Will looked at him. He had heard no stories about the Black Pearl. Jack Sparrow read his eyes. He waved his hand nonchalantly.
“Captain Barbossa,” he said, with a hint of sarcasm in the word ‘Captain’, “and his crew of miscreants sail from the dreaded Isla de Muerta.”
The pirate paused slightly, and Will wondered where this Isla de Muerta was. Jack continued with his story.
“It’s an island that cannot be found,” he explained, “except for those who already know where it is.”
Will stared at him through the bars.
“The ship’s real enough. Its anchorage must be a real place.” he reasoned. “Where is it?” Will demanded.
Will impatiently watched as Jack studied his fingers, turning them over.
“Why ask me?” the pirate asked casually.
Will was exasperated, “Because you’re a pirate.”
“And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?” Jack asked curiously.
Will put his face against the bars of the cell, “Never.”
The pirate lowered his head again. Will pursed his lips. He put a hand on the bars of the cell, the other on his hip.
“They took Miss Swann,” Will admitted hurriedly, pushing the words out of his mouth.
“Oh, so it is that you found a girl.” said Jack enthusiastically, as he sat up halfway, and leaned back on his arms.
Will peered at him, eyebrows raised. What was it with this pirate and getting girls?
“I see. Well, if you’re intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue, and so win the fair lady’s heart, you’ll have to do it alone, mate.” Jack stated grandly, “I see no profit in it for me.”
Will looked at Jack through the jail bars, thinking quickly, “I can get you out of here.”
“How’s that? They key’s run off.” Jack asked doubtfully.
Will looked around the prison hallway, glancing up, “I helped build these cells.” He stepped back a little, pointing at the hinges, “These are half-pin barrel hinges.”
He turned around, looking for something that he could use as a sort of mechanical device, “With the right leverage and the proper application of strength-” Will turned back to Jack, lifting a heavy wooden bench, that he set into place, “the door will lift free.”
The pirate looked at Will curiously, “What’s your name?”
“Will Turner.”
Jack leaned forward, “That would be short for William, I imagine.”
“Good strong name,” he muttered to himself, and then speaking to Will, “No doubt named for your father, eh?”
How did Jack Sparrow know that? Will never recalled saying anything about that when he and Jack were dueling at the smithy. Did Jack know his father?
“Yes,” Will answered quietly.
“Uh-huh.” Jack seemed to be digesting this bit of information. He stood up, “Well, Mr. Turner, I changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell, I swear on pain of death, I shall take you to the Black Pearl, and your bonny lass.” Jack stuck his hand through a bar, “Do we have an accord?”
Will looked down at Jack’s hand, a bit untrusting. After all, hadn’t he agreed to all this after he discovered he was named after his father? He slowly placed his hand in Jack’s.
“Agreed,” he said, offering a small smile.
“Agreed,” said Jack, who now motioned with his hands, “Get me out.”
Will pushed down on the bench, applying the amount of strength needed, and it lifted out of the hinges. The prison door was now unattached and Will tossed it to the ground.
“Hurry,” he told Jack, “someone will have heard that.”
The pirate hastily exited the now-open cell, “Not without my effects.”
He went to a hook across from the cell, and picked up his possessions.
Will watched him curiously- what kind of pirate was Jack Sparrow?
(I'm terrible sorry this is so late, I didn't get a chance to post it this week)
Part V: To Rescue the Bonny Lass
“Up to me?” Will asked the voice.
But he heard nothing this time.
“Elizabeth?” he shouted into the distance, “Where have you gone?”
The only response he received was the sound of the ocean waves lapping at the sandy shore. The soothing stillness was beginning to melt away, as sounds began to register in Will’s ears.
He opened his eyes, in a daze. He lifted up his head as recollections of the previous night began flood his memory. He rubbed his head quickly, as he remembered they had taken Elizabeth. For a second he wondered what to do, but in that second he knew he had to alert the Commodore and the governor. Will sat up, and hopped to his feet, as he surveyed the dismal scene that lay before him. The harbor was a mess, with ships still smoldering from the cannon fire the night before. Soldiers rode by on horseback, as men passed buckets of water to each other. People were tending to the wounded, and cleaning up as best they could the destruction the pirates had left behind. Will picked up his ax and sword, tucked his sword into his belt, and started towards the fort. The state of the fort was considerable damage. The gate was open, but torn halfway from its hinges. Soldiers were busy carrying injured to medical tents, and attempting to temporarily repair the destruction. Will spied the Commodore, his men, and Governor Swann standing over a wooden table, consulting a map. He rushed up the stairs to them.
“They’ve taken her. They’ve taken Elizabeth.” Will stated urgently.
“Mr. Murtogg, remove this man,” the commodore said absently, looking down at his map. He was referring to one of the two sentinels who were standing guard a few feet away.
The sentry moved towards Will, about to take his arm when Will spoke again.
“We have to hunt them down. We must save her,” Will said insistently.
Governor Swann looked at Will. He stepped in front of the table, across from Will.
“And where do you propose we start?” he asked, “If you have any information concerning my daughter, please share it.”
Will looked down. He had no reply. The governor stepped away.
The Mr. Murtogg spoke, “That Jack Sparrow. He talked about the Black Pearl.”
The commodore looked up.
The other, stocky guard quickly countered, “Mentioned it is more what he did.”
Commodore Norrington looked back down at his map, busying himself with measurements and calculating.
“Ask him where it is. Make a deal with him,” Will said to the commodore, “he could lead us to it.”
Commodore Norrington looked up briefly. Will was beginning to feel desperate. With each passing minute, Elizabeth could be sailing farther and farther away on that accursed ship. Each minute stole away valuable time to find her.
“No. The pirates who invaded this fort left Sparrow in his cell, ergo they are not his allies.” Said the commodore matter-a-factly. He emphasized on the word “not”. He turned to the governor, “Governor, we will establish their most likely course.”
Will was suddenly enraged, and he swung his ax upward, firmly lodging it into the table.
“That’s not god enough!” he shouted furiously.
Commodore Norrington turned, looking down at the ax, and lightly plucked it out of the table. He slowly walked around the table.
“Mr. Turner, you are not a military man. You are not a sailor.” The commodore reached Will’s side now, giving him a superficial smile, “You are a blacksmith.”
He took Will’s arm firmly and moved him away from the others a bit, “This is not the moment for rash actions.”
Will looked out, up into the sky.
The commodore lowered his voice slightly, “Do not make the mistake of thinking that you are the only man here who cares for Elizabeth.”
Will glanced at him now, distastefully. Commodore Norrington shoved his ax back into his hand, and moved away, as he resumed his talk with Governor Swann.
Jack Sparrow? A thought began to form in Will’s head. Perhaps he could, above all hopes, at least glean some information about the pirates and the mysterious ship, the Black Pearl, perhaps find out where it made berth. Jack Sparrow was taken to the prison, as Will recalled. Seeing as the ruined deck that held the noose was ruined, Jack Sparrow would still be alive at the moment. Will hurried down the steps, without another word to the commodore or governor.
Will hurriedly opened the door to the prison, as he wondered whether Jack Sparrow was still here and hadn’t escaped by holes made by the cannon fire. He quickly descended the stone steps, into the prison, and the musty air. He could see the pirate lying lazily on his back, and he ran over to him.
“You. Sparrow.” Will said breathlessly.
Jack Sparrow lifted up his head, “Aye.”
“You are familiar with that ship. The Black Pearl.” Will asked.
The pirate put his head down again. He answered slowly, “I’ve heard of it.”
Will persisted, “Where does it make berth?”
Jack Sparrow lifted his head once again, repeating Will’s question, “Where does it make berth?” He squinted his eyes, “Have you not heard the stories?”
Will looked at him. He had heard no stories about the Black Pearl. Jack Sparrow read his eyes. He waved his hand nonchalantly.
“Captain Barbossa,” he said, with a hint of sarcasm in the word ‘Captain’, “and his crew of miscreants sail from the dreaded Isla de Muerta.”
The pirate paused slightly, and Will wondered where this Isla de Muerta was. Jack continued with his story.
“It’s an island that cannot be found,” he explained, “except for those who already know where it is.”
Will stared at him through the bars.
“The ship’s real enough. Its anchorage must be a real place.” he reasoned. “Where is it?” Will demanded.
Will impatiently watched as Jack studied his fingers, turning them over.
“Why ask me?” the pirate asked casually.
Will was exasperated, “Because you’re a pirate.”
“And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?” Jack asked curiously.
Will put his face against the bars of the cell, “Never.”
The pirate lowered his head again. Will pursed his lips. He put a hand on the bars of the cell, the other on his hip.
“They took Miss Swann,” Will admitted hurriedly, pushing the words out of his mouth.
“Oh, so it is that you found a girl.” said Jack enthusiastically, as he sat up halfway, and leaned back on his arms.
Will peered at him, eyebrows raised. What was it with this pirate and getting girls?
“I see. Well, if you’re intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue, and so win the fair lady’s heart, you’ll have to do it alone, mate.” Jack stated grandly, “I see no profit in it for me.”
Will looked at Jack through the jail bars, thinking quickly, “I can get you out of here.”
“How’s that? They key’s run off.” Jack asked doubtfully.
Will looked around the prison hallway, glancing up, “I helped build these cells.” He stepped back a little, pointing at the hinges, “These are half-pin barrel hinges.”
He turned around, looking for something that he could use as a sort of mechanical device, “With the right leverage and the proper application of strength-” Will turned back to Jack, lifting a heavy wooden bench, that he set into place, “the door will lift free.”
The pirate looked at Will curiously, “What’s your name?”
“Will Turner.”
Jack leaned forward, “That would be short for William, I imagine.”
“Good strong name,” he muttered to himself, and then speaking to Will, “No doubt named for your father, eh?”
How did Jack Sparrow know that? Will never recalled saying anything about that when he and Jack were dueling at the smithy. Did Jack know his father?
“Yes,” Will answered quietly.
“Uh-huh.” Jack seemed to be digesting this bit of information. He stood up, “Well, Mr. Turner, I changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell, I swear on pain of death, I shall take you to the Black Pearl, and your bonny lass.” Jack stuck his hand through a bar, “Do we have an accord?”
Will looked down at Jack’s hand, a bit untrusting. After all, hadn’t he agreed to all this after he discovered he was named after his father? He slowly placed his hand in Jack’s.
“Agreed,” he said, offering a small smile.
“Agreed,” said Jack, who now motioned with his hands, “Get me out.”
Will pushed down on the bench, applying the amount of strength needed, and it lifted out of the hinges. The prison door was now unattached and Will tossed it to the ground.
“Hurry,” he told Jack, “someone will have heard that.”
The pirate hastily exited the now-open cell, “Not without my effects.”
He went to a hook across from the cell, and picked up his possessions.
Will watched him curiously- what kind of pirate was Jack Sparrow?
(I'm terrible sorry this is so late, I didn't get a chance to post it this week)
oxford girl
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I loved that part in the movie
pink-cheetah
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oxford girl said:
i know, me too... except it's going to be a little tricky from now on, but i expect to do a lot of writing during Christmas vacation..
Aravis Kenobi
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I love that part too; I have the dialogue memorized, but that's ok I haven't watched POTC in forever!
I haven't watched POTC in forever!
pink-cheetah
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how on earth? i saw the movie last week, and everything is still not memorized!Aravis of Archenland said:I love that part too; I have the dialogue memorized, but that's ok
Aravis Kenobi
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pink-cheetah said:how on earth? i saw the movie last week, and everything is still not memorized!
LOL. Call me weird, but I can memorize lines from one viewing of a film. listening to the Narnia soundtrack, I can tell you the lines, what character said them, when the character said them, etc.... I'm excellent at that but lousy in school. Go figure. (not that I'm bragging; it's true, but sometimes I wish I didn't have it.)
oxford girl
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can you post more soon
Peanut_Butter
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Hey?
Why am I finding this on page 4?
Is this A-M-A-Z-I-N-G story going to be continued?
*starts to cry*
Or will it die with the rest of the good ones that have been forgotten about?!
Why am I finding this on page 4?
Is this A-M-A-Z-I-N-G story going to be continued?
*starts to cry*
Or will it die with the rest of the good ones that have been forgotten about?!
pink-cheetah
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No. It is going slower now, especially since the plot thickens.
no, THIS one i am going to finish!
(I've got the next part half-written, but I'm still muddling over the ship-comandeering part. actually, i guess i can post some of it
)
Peanut_Butter
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OMG!!!!!
I LOVE YOU!!!!
not really but you know what I mean.....
I LOVE YOU!!!!
not really but you know what I mean.....
pink-cheetah
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lol- yeah, i know what you mean...
Peanut_Butter
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good...
cuz there was a similar situation in my health class the other day, and that went...ummmm....well...it was very interesting!
cuz there was a similar situation in my health class the other day, and that went...ummmm....well...it was very interesting!
pink-cheetah
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yeah, especially if you say it to someone (some guy, idk) and he takes it seriously... then you might be in trouble
Peanut_Butter
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Well, it was kinda like that...
It's kind of weird but both or our health teachers are both really overweight.....
I just kind of find that odd....
It's kind of weird but both or our health teachers are both really overweight.....
I just kind of find that odd....
pink-cheetah
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EW! that sounds, um... interesting..
Peanut_Butter
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Well...
No, not really...
It's knid of frightening really...
No, not really...
It's knid of frightening really...
pink-cheetah
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frightening?
Peanut_Butter
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Ya a bit...
So what is your school like in wherever you live, Australia right?
So what is your school like in wherever you live, Australia right?
pink-cheetah
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I live in California.