[chp 6]
Kathryn stood on the deck of the Flying Dutchman, thinking carefully about nothing in particular. She then decided upon something and walked away. When approaching the door to the Organ Room, however, she was halted:
“No one enters this room.”
Kathryn spat in his face:
“No one halts me!” she yelled, making fun of his important word usage. And with that, she extracted her dagger from its sheath and stabbed him in the stomach. She hissed menacingly in his ear:
“…I give ‘No Quarter’…GOT IT??”
Not waiting for an answer, she kicked him; two other soldiers grabbed onto her arms, restraining her. She thrashed viciously:
“LET THE FUCK GO!!!”
“RELEASE HER!!!!!!”
Jones thundered over to the scene, blazing sapphires within his hateful glare. Many soldiers began to approach him, but his crew held them off. Admiral James Norrington approached the scene:
“Throw this treacherous girl in the brig. As for you, Jones…”
He glared at him:
“Learn your place onboard this vessel!”
“His place is CAPTAIN!! He follows his own orders, not orders from white-wigged fags such as yourself!” Kathryn yelled, kicking one of the soldiers in the shin. His grip remained firm. Norrington looked her in the eye:
“…Who are you?”
She smiled:
“You really don’t want to know.”
•~•◘•~•
Jazmine stood on the beach, looking at the corpse in front of her; the corpse of the Kraken.
“Dude, this thing, like, died.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Victoria muttered.
“SERVES YOU RIGHT YOU DUMB FISH!!” Jackie yelled, poking it with a stick. Everyone stared at her as she pretended to swordfight the dead creature.
Following the rest of the crew to the stream, Victoria screamed when she looked in the water.
“What the hell?” Jack and Jazmine said. When they looked in the water, however, they knew why; there was a body in the water.
“Hey, I know him! He was in Singapore!” Pintel exclaimed.
“CAPTAIN!!!” Marty all of the sudden yelled. Everyone turned and ran towards the beach:
“We have company!”
•~•◘•~•
“ARGH!!!”
Kathryn kicked the iron bars that trapped her in the brig; she managed to bend a few of them, but they did not collapse.
“…stupid W.W.D.’s.”
She glared at the door as she sat down on the bench frustratingly. She hated having to be rescued, like some damned damsel-in-distress. She preferred to be the distressing damsel (^_^).
It wasn’t long after her feeble attempt to knock the door down that Jones came down and unlocked the door for her.
“It’s about time,” she muttered ungratefully as she stepped out of the brig. Jones slammed the door shut:
“When did yeh come aboard?”
“I’ve been onboard for a few days now; never been one to announce my presence.”
Jones raised an eyebrow; this statement was quite contradictory to her usual murderous behavior. She laughed at his expression:
“So…what’s with the White Wigged Dudes? Can I kill them, ‘cause, I’m, like, really bored.”
Jones shook his head:
“Beckett has the Heart.”
“Dammit,” Kathryn muttered disappointedly; she was really looking forward to killing some stupids.
“HEY!!”
Speaking of stupids…
“She’s not to be released—“
“Ah, shove it; I ain’t gonna kill anymore of your precious crewmates. And if your dear, sweet Norrington has something to say, he can shove it up my a—“
Jones nudged her roughly with his crab claw; she glared, but said no more.
•~•◘•~•
“…dumbass.”
Jazmine spat in Will’s face once more for good measure as he talked with Sao Feng:
“You agreed; the Black Pearl was to be mine.”
Sao Feng smiled:
“And so it was…”
POW!!
Will doubled over as two Asian pirates cuffed him. Sao Feng then turned to Mercer:
“You agreed; the Pearl was mine.”
Mercer smiled mischievously:
“Beckett’s not about to give up the very ship that can outrun the Dutchman, now is he?”
Sao Feng glared as he walked away.
“Well, this is all fine and dandy, but what exactly are we gonna do about Jacky-Poo??!!”
“Shut it, Vicky!!” Jackie yelled.
“HEY!!”
Everyone stared at Victoria; how could such a huge roar come out of such a pretty face? She continued vehemently:
“Only my Jacky-Poo can call me Vicky!!”
BOOM!!
Everyone stared as Jack flew through the air and onto the Pearl. Victoria squealed in delight as the crew fought off the East India Trading Company and sailed away from the Endeavor. She ran up to Jack:
“OOOOOOO, I’M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!!!!!!!!”
He grinned:
“And that was without a single drop of rum!”
Victoria giggled; Pintel and Ragetti immediately grabbed onto Will and dragged him into the brig.
•~•◘•~•
Kathryn was determined to get into the Organ Room, and it’s never a good thing when she gets determined. She approached the door once again that evening:
“May I please go into that room?” she asked, a feeble attempt at politeness. The soldiers shook their heads:
”No one enters this room; Admiral’s orders.”
She thought fast:
“Please? All I need is a quill!”
They looked at each other, then let her through. Yes! She thought gleefully as she entered the room. To her dismay, however, there were about seven other redcoats in there, their muskets and cannons pointed at the Dead Man’s Chest and their eyes following her around every nook and cranny of the room. Dammit!!
She bit her lip, grabbed a quill off a nearby desk, then bolted out of the room. She then threw the quill down frustratingly (accidentally breaking it in half) as she walked up to the ledge. She hit her head on the wood (wincing as her nose scraped across a barnacle) and groaned. Now what? She lifted her head and rested her chin onto the ledge, looking out at the jet-black sea.
“…Did yeh know yer nose is bleeding?”
Oh! Kathryn lifted a finger to her nose; when she held it up to her face, it was stained crimson.
“…I thought I smelled blood.”
She wiped it on her sleeve, then looked up at Jones:
“What’s up?”
Jones looked down at the broken quill:
“So…yeh tried to get into the Organ Room.”
“Goddamned fags,” Kathryn muttered, scowling at the water. All was silent for a moment, then Jones questioned:
“What have yeh of importance in that room-uh?”
Kathryn groaned inwardly; she shut her eyes for a moment, then turned to face Jones:
“The Dead Man’s Chest, of course; the sooner it is out of their grasp, the sooner they can be destroyed.”
Then, without waiting for a comment, she hastily went below deck.
•~•◘•~•
“…Ah, fish stick!!”
Kathryn kicked down a nearby door for no reason. Redcoats immediately ran towards her with muskets. She held her hands up:
“No need to go all British on me, put the damn guns DOWN!!!”
They halted and slumped away slowly. Growls erupted from her blackened soul as she cracked her knuckles hungrily. Jones frowned:
“What was the purpose of that-uh???”
“I was bored and mad…and now I’m bored again; got any more doors?”
Jones groaned; a few more weeks of this and his ship will be in pieces. Exhibit A: door number one out of the many others onboard the Flying Dutchman.
Exhibit B:
“FUCK-UH!!!”
Jones spun around:
“What??”
“THERE’S A GODAMNED STARFISH ON MY FUCKING SHOULDER!!!”
Jones looked; indeed, there was. She peeled it off, then flung it at a nearby soldier; it stuck to his face.
“…Oops.”
“AAHH!!”
Jones and Kathryn looked at each other, then Kathryn took off down the deck, yelling:
“HA!! NOT TOO FOND OF OUR FRIENDLY FISH-FRIENDS, ARE WE NOW!!”
Jones groaned; he was so dead meat.
•~•◘•~•
Victoria Raven gazed out at the ocean floating by, the stars sparkling down the waves.
“You’re up late,” a voice behind her spoke. She turned; Jack, of course. She nodded, then held up a half-empty bottle of rum. Jack grinned, lifting his own up and taking a large swig. Victoria watched carefully; she copied his technique and drained her bottle in one gulp. Jack looked decently impressed:
“You would probably do very well in a drinking contest.”
“Not against ‘No Quarter,’” she replied, belching loudly. She turned her attention back towards the water, thinking. Jack noticed:
“’S something wrong?”
Victoria smiled, then shook her head:
“Just thinking…”
She turned towards Jack:
“What exactly gives people such a lust for murder and blood? How did she become the way she did?”
Jack burped, then asked:
“Whom?”
Victoria rolled her eyes:
“’No Quarter,’ yeh ‘loozy drunk!”
Jack shrugged:
“I honestly do not know; I’ve never been in a situation like that, luv. Been concentraitin’ on the rrrrrrum.”
“You both have!”
Jack and Victoria turned around:
“Oy! What are you doin’?”
Will looked up at Jack:
“What are you doing? Why haven’t you set off an alarm?”
Jack hiccupped, then replied:
“Curious thing, ain’t it…but no’ as curious as this.”
He motioned towards Will’s handiwork; he was tying dead soldiers on barrels and throwing them off the back of the Pearl.
“Eww…what exactly are you doing?” Victoria questioned with great disgust.
Will thought, then shrugged; might as well tell the truth; caught anyway, right? Right.
“I’m leaving a trail for Jones and Beckett. I thought if I’d think like Jack, it might work.”
“This is what you came up with??” Jack and Victoria said in unison. Jack looked at Victoria, then back at Will:
“It’s like you don’t know me at all, mate!”
Will frowned; Jack continued:
“So…how does your ‘dearly beloved’ feel about this…’plan’ of yours?”
Victoria listened closer to his remark; the conversation was beginning to get interesting. Will simply looked away guiltily.
“Ah…you’ve not seen fit to share it with her, have yeh?”
Victoria gasped:
“You asshole!!”
She slapped him across the face:
“…ow…”
“You deserved it, mate. ‘Orry.”
Will scowled at the two. Jack cocked his head:
“This is not like you at all, William; lying, stealing, trickery and what-not. There must be an ulterior motive.”
“Yes,” Victoria urged on:
“Share.”
Will thought carefully, then finally said:
“I want to convince Jones to free my father.”
“Ah, HA!!” Jack said, doing a quick little happy dance:
“Mate, this may work…for a certain period of time. Once Jones fulfills his own gains, he will cheat you out of your own.”
“Are we still talking about Davy Jones here? This dude is starting to sound a lot more like ‘No Quarter!’” Victoria exclaimed.
“Well, she is Jones’ daughter,” Will pointed out. Victoria comprehended this as Jack continued:
“What I’m trying to say is, avoid the choice all together; have someone else dispatch Jones and set your father free.”
Will was confused:
“…Who?”
Jack grinned widely at him; Will understood completely:
“…You??”
“NO!!!” Victoria shrieked. Jack ignored her:
“Ok, so here goes; I sneak on the Dutchman, find the heart, stab the beatin’ thing; your father goes free, and you’re free to be with your charming murderess!”
“WHAT ABOUT ME, JACKY-POO!!!!???!!!!!”
Jack looked at her, then questioned:
“…Do you fear death, luv?”
Victoria understood completely, then broke out into insane giggles. Will rolled his eyes:
“And you would be willing to cut your heart out and bind yourself to the Flying Dutchman?”
Jack shook his rum-intoxicated head:
“No, mate; I’m FREE forever. Free to sail across the edges of the map, free from Death itself!”
“You’ll have to do the job, Jack. Ferry drowned souls to the Land of the Dead…or end up just like Jones—“
“My Jacky-Poo does NOT have the face for tentacles!!!”
“She’s got a point, William.”
Will narrowed his eyes:
“…How can I trust you, Jack?”
Jack grinned, then stuffed his compass into Will’s open palms. Will blinked:
“What’s this for?”
“Think like me; it’ll come to you.”
Will looked up…
SPLASH!!
“My regards to Davy Jones!!”
Victoria cracked-up as Jack took a deep bow. When she had finished, Jack was leaning against the rail, grinning his toothy grin. She looked at him, then smiled:
“…Y’ know, I really did miss you, Jack.”
Jack rolled his eyes:
“I figured that one out a long time ago, luv.”
She took a step closer to him, so close that she could smell the rum in his breath. He stared into her eyes for one split second, then pressed his lips against hers. She was not taken by surprise as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He wound his fingers through her hair as his lips moved around hers. They could both taste the rum on each other’s lips, which was, once again, no big surprise.
“…WTF???”
Jack quickly let go of Victoria; taken greatly by surprise, she fell to the ground.
“Oops, sorry luv.”
“WHAT IN HELL WERE YOU TWO DOING??!!!!!!!” Jazmine yelled fiercely.
“Oooooo, I know this one! Pick me!!!” Victoria said, jumping up and down as she raised her hand. Jazmine nodded towards her and she yelled at the top of her lungs:
“I WAS MAKING OUT WITH A BEAST!! WOOO-HOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
And with that, she jumped on top of Jack and kissed him once again. Jazmine, utterly disgusted, grabbed Victoria’s shoulders and tugged her off of Jack.
SLAP!!!
“OWEE!! WTF WAS THAT FOR???” Victoria whined. Jazmine was infuriated:
“For being stupid!!”
She turned to Jack:
“And YOU!!!”
SLAP!!!
“OUCH!”
“This is for being a dumbass!!”
“Jazmine, STOP IT!!!”
Jazmine turned to Victoria:
“Why should I?? HMM??!!!”
“Because I LOVE him!”
“Oh no, don’t give me ANY of that shit!!!”
SLAP-SLAP!!!
Jack and Victoria both were rubbing on their sore face as Jazmine thundered off.
“Wow…can you say ‘No Quarter’?” Victoria commented.
“Aye…she needs some rum,” Jack said wisely.
•~•◘•~•
“Wow…”
Clover blinked in awe; they had arrived in Shipwreck Cove. Victoria, Jazmine and Jack joined Jackie, Clover and Barbossa at the railing.
“Woah…look at that shit!” Jazmine exclaimed.
“There’s not been a-gatherin’ like this in our lifetime,” Barbossa said prophethetically.
Jack sighed:
“And I owe them all money.”
“Sucks for you,” Victoria stated. Jack looked at her, then they both busted out in laughter.
“Damned dumbasses,” Jazmine muttered. Barbossa turned to face the crew:
“Ok, everyone but me, Jack, Pintel and Ragetti and Gibbs stays on the ship.”
“And Victoria; she can come along with me,” Jack said, Victoria already holding onto his arm. Barbossa rolled his eyes:
“Fine.”
“Wait; why not everyone get off? Our enemies may be here at any second,” Elizabeth stated. Barbossa hadn’t thought of that:
“Ok, everyone off, then.”
•~•◘•~•
“…My sweet; you’ve come for me!” Tia Dalma exclaimed.
“…You were expecting meh.”
Davy Jones stepped out of the shadows, locket at hand.
