Originally posted by T.Maria
Elizabeth looked up from the rim of her hat.
Was this it?
Were they finally here?
"Get int'ya positions and stay there" Came barboza's voice from behind her.
She shivered.
She knew what was to come now.
It was killer be killed...if this went wrong then there was no chance of getting him back.
Another shiver ran through her at the thought of him.
The thought of what had happened...and the thought of what was to come.
"Are we ready?" Came Will's voice from beside her.
He didn't look at her. He didn't need to...not anymore.
Elizabeth was something that he didn't feel he had the courage to contemplate right now.
They had to concentrate on the mission...get the charts and then get the hell out...
Get the Pearl Back...
Set his father free....
It was just a pitty that Jack Sparrow came along with the deal...
"Are ye ready, boy?" Baraboza asked him, wading the long boat into the dock.
Will put the blanket over his head, fixing his handcuffs to the wooden plank; he was more than ready.
"Lets do this"
Barboza smiled to himself.
"Then let's begin"
there you go
CONT'D:
Sometime later
Jack sat alone on the sand.
The sky was blue and there were no clouds in sight to hide the sun in the heat of the day.
Not that is was day...what exactly was it?
In Pergatory there was no such thing as day and night...just a vast abyss of nothing-ness that will slowly drive you crazy...
But jack was as crazy as an orangutang in mating season at the best of times, so this was not exactly a problem for him.
How he wished he had his jar of dirt...
Not that he needed it now, considering he was on land.
But it helped to know he had something there that could 'protect' him.
'Tia Dalma is going to massacre me when she find's out I've broken it...'
Women. Who needed them?
All they did was aggrivate you, drive you to the point of distraction with their lips and then kill you with said distraction...
It's true what they say;
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Now there was an epiphome if ever he had conjured one.
"Bugger"
There she was again.
Five minutes of being free of the thought of her, and then just the word 'female' brings it all back again.
She would be the death of him, one of these days...
Oh wait, She already IS ....