Norribeth: the KMC fic

I could write a bit about how they get out of At World's End, if Willo doesn't want to. 😄

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*Scene cuts to Elizabeth and James in Jack’s cabin. They are seated at a table next to each other – but they are doing everything possible to NOT look at each other. Elizabeth is staring studiously at the table, while James seems to have taken a huge interest in the woodworking on the ceiling.*

*Jack knocks once on the door and staggers in.*

Jack: Something going on here? No?

*He takes one look at the scene and makes a rude noise.*

Jack: You two are pathetic.

*Elizabeth and James both protest at the same time, stare at each other with wide eyes, then quickly turn away to what they had been doing before.

*Jack shakes his head*

Jack: I see I’m going to have to help you out.

*He grabs James by the arm and propels him to the door*

Jack: Don’t you worry then, mate. Let ol’ Jack talk some sense into her.

*He shoves a protesting James out the door and slams the door in his face.*

Elizabeth: That was rather uncalled for.

*Jack swaggers back to the table and sits next to Elizabeth, smirking at her*

Jack: Oh, I think it was.

Elizabeth: *tightens her jaw and glares at Jack* Just what is your problem? I came back for you!

Jack: And why was that, luv?

*He sits up closer to her, gazing into her eyes. Elizabeth can't meet his gaze for long, and looks away miserably*

Jack: Because I don't know about you anymore. So why did you come?

Elizabeth: Because...because I didn't know it would hurt so much to have you gone!

*She gets up suddenly and begins to pace back and forth in the cabin. She grips her arms hard enough to hurt, and Jack sighs, leaning back*

Jack: But you don't love me. *It's a statement, a matter of fact*

Elizabeth: I -- I don't know. I love Will. But then there's you, and...

Jack: And James.

*Jack goes over to Elizabeth and grabs her by the shoulders, stopping her from her frantic pacing. Speaks gently to her, all traces of drunkeness gone.*

Jack: There are all kinds of love, Elizabeth. There isn't a wrong or a right kind.

Elizabeth: How do I know what I feel? How will I know if I make the right choice?

Jack: You’ll know.

*He rubs her shoulders gently, speaks very softly.*

Jack: Part of loving someone is knowing when to let go. You’ll figure it out.

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All your's, Willo 😄 Just leave off where I can have James enter the scene. 😄

Thank you. I'll take it from here.

Liz: Figure it out?

Jack: You don't love Will, do you? You'll feel better if you say it.

Liz: I don't know what you're talking about.

Jack: Lizzie, you can't lie to me....at least, not anymore. I never thought he was right for you.

Liz: I...(looks at Jack. She can't continue this anymore) No. (she lets out a much needed sob) Jack! I'm engaged to a man I don't love but can't say no to! I can't marry him, but it's too late! It's too late (tears stream down her face) I can't leave him.

(Jack doesn't say anything but pulls her to him and wraps his arms around her)

Jack: Love, calm down. Calm down. (tilts her chin up) There. Pirates don't cry, especially not over eunuchs. Savvy?

Liz: (through tears) A week ago I never thought I'd hear you say that again.

Jack: Admit it. You feel better saying you don't love dear William.

Liz: No, no I don't love Will to marry him. (only slightly calmer)

Jack: Might I suggest an alternative?

Liz: If you dare suggest yourself...

Jack: I was thinking someone slightly more legitimate (guides her towards the cabin)

Liz: James?

Jack: You know, as bright as you usually are, you've been a bit dim lately. Why do you think I sent you to my cabin? For checkers?

Liz: James is a changed man. I don't know him anymore. And I can't abandon Will. It's a lost cause, Jack.

Jack: Maybe, love, maybe, but if you did get to know him, I would venture to say things aren't as lost as they might have originally appeared and our Navy friend might be a great deal better known, eh?

Liz: You can't confuse me with all that incoherent babble.

Jack: What the hell are you talking about? (gives her a playful shove back into the cabin) You're in for the night, darlings! (locks them in)

Neat idea with the heart, Kate. If no one minds, I'll continue for a bit.

CUT TO Anamaria's dilemma

Anamaria: (whips out her sword) What happens to the crew if I do this for you?

Davy: They'll need someone to take my place, of course.

Anamaria: Me for example?

Davy: Dear lady, I would have no notion on who would need to be the one. (rolls head around in a weird but deliberate way)

Anamaria: The crew should go free.

Davy: And they might. Only one way to find out.

Anamaria: (brings sword closer) I wonder, Jones, would this even kill you?

(Before Davy can answer, Anamaria sees a ship behind them)

Anamaria: We're supposed to be following Jack. (grabs the heart and runs to the end of the deck) That's not the Black Pearl. Throw me a spyglass.

Davy: No need. That be Beckett's ship.

Anamaria: What?

Davy: Trouble a-brewin.'

DUN DUN DUNNNN!

CUT TO JACK'S CABIN

OMSGH i leave for a few hours and all this DRAMA HAPPENS!!!!

Okay, Surreal, as I already told you in detail, that was so RIGHT. spot on. LOVED it.

Willo, I nearly slipped a disk when Liz started crying and Jack started comforting her. Seriously, between you and Surreal, I don't know how you did it, but you managed to take all that amazing chemistry and transform it into something non-romantic. I am so incredibly proud of you both. I don't know how you did it. Honestly, T and T ought to hire you. gah, enough of my raving! 🙂 I'm really so, so pleased. I was reading it, and I could picture it all happening shot by shot on the big screen, and getting chills. wow. just wow. 🙂

I feel too dense to continue after that amazing cliffhanger...

and I'm still waiting for the amazing Liz/Norrie CABIN SCENE!!!!

I am almost done with the Norribeth cabin scene. I need to rework a bit of it with what Willo posted, and then I shall get it up tomorrow. I have the world's worst sinus infection, so it is really slowing me down. I keep teyping the same sentences over and ovr again, and my styping seems to have gone...far away. I'm so tired I cn barely string this togeher sas it is. 😛 So it'll be up in the morning, hopefully. 😄 Sorry for the wait.

I'm not sure if I'll be on today, but I'm not going to be on any of Saturday or most of Sunday, so don't wait for me to post those days. I'm helping my parents move and there's no internet in the house yet. I look forward to seeing what you guys have done.

still waiting for the cabin scene... 🙂

It's a coming. I'm trying to make sure it's as full of emotion as it needs to be, and I want it to be realistic. I don't want them to just be like, "Hi" and start smooching. 😛 I think you'll like the end result. 😄

ooo wait...cabin scene eh....hmmmm? *ponders*

well hurry up already!!!!!!

Ok, Cabin Scene Part One...You'll have to wait for Part Two, Mwahahahaha. It's just 'cause it's quite lengthy...but the second part should be up later tonight after I do a bit more editing. 😄

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*James nearly falls flat on his face from Jack’s shove. Elizabeth kneels beside him to help him up and they both turn to the door as they hear the click of the lock.*

Elizabeth: That man...that...that...pirate!

James: *looks amused * He’s your bloody friend. What’d you say to him to make him do that?

Elizabeth: Oh. *looks away, cheeks flaming *

Elizabeth: We were talking about…about Will.

James: *flat tone of voice * Oh. You miss him, do you?

*Elizabeth can’t lie *

Elizabeth: Yes. I’m worried about him, about what he’ll do. *pauses, watches James’ face in the candle light *

Elizabeth: I care a great deal about him.

James: *takes a pained breath, looks away. * I know.

James: *His voice is gruff with emotion * You should get some rest. You look exhausted.

*Elizabeth doesn’t know what to say, so she lays down on the bed, but can’t help but look over at James. He is looking out the window, and she gets a good view of his profile. His shoulders are slumped and Elizabeth finally takes note of his face. He has dark circles under his eyes, and he looks incredibly sad. *

Elizabeth: James, aren’t you going to rest?

*James looks over at her, and his eyes look haunted for a moment. He shakes his head.*

James: Not yet. I will in a while.

Elizabeth: Where are you going to sleep?

James: *shrugs* The floor or chair are as good as any place to sleep.

*Elizabeth sits up and narrows her eyes at James.*

Elizabeth: No. We can share the bed. *realizes what she’s said, her eyes widen and she blushes but she remains firm.*

Elizabeth: It's large enough for both of us, and we both need to keep up our strength.

*James stares at Elizabeth and then he smiles a bit crookedly and shakes his head again.*

James: It wouldn’t be proper.

Elizabeth: *annoyed* Oh hang propriety! You need to rest. You look terrible!

James: *flinches slightly and looks away *

James: You’re engaged, Elizabeth. Even – *chokes on his words * Even if I wanted to stay with you, it wouldn’t be right.

Now it is Elizabeth’s turn to flinch.

Elizabeth: Things are changing between Will –

James: Don’t say it!

*He turns his back sharply on her, moves toward the window. *

*Elizabeth gets off the bed and cautiously approaches James *

Elizabeth: But it’s true. I don’t want it to be true, but Will and I…we care for each other. I know I will always care for him, but we’ve both changed too much.

*James looks over at Elizabeth, his green eyes intense, almost angry *

James: Does William know this, or are you planning on humiliating him in front of everyone, like –

Elizabeth: Like I did to you? *She sounds horrified, as if she is just realizing something *

*James' tightens and he takes a step away from her. Speaks with bitter sarcasm. *

James: Yes. Like you did to me. So what is it? Are we going to gather all the pirates in the land together so that way we can hear your declaration of where your heart truly lies THIS time?

Elizabeth: *tears form * That isn’t fair!

James: *rounds on her suddenly, crowds her closer to the wall* Isn’t it?

*Elizabeth is stunned into silence. She sinks onto a chair and watches James storm to the other side of the cabin. *

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Part Two will be up after a bit of tweaking. Enjoy!

ah gah............ you were right, you are insanely good at writing angst!!!!!!!!

🙂 sigh.... cant wait for the rest!!!!!!!!!!!!

i think i'll continue all the dramatic build up outside the cabin, and you can post part two whenever it's ready! 🙂

i'm so confused about who is on whose ship, i keep having to check, LOL...

So, Anamaria and Jones...

Will comes running out.

Anamaria: Will! The Flying Dutchman is here... Beckett.

Will: What?! (turns to Jones) Is this your doing? I'll kill you for this... (Will reaches into his coat, but surprise! the heart is gone. Jones grins, as Will gets a bit frantic. Anamaria stuffs the heart back into her coat.)

Jones: I hope you have a plan B.

Will: What happened to the Pearl?

Anamaria: It can't be too far ahead... we lost sight of it a while back, but Jack gave us the bearings for the cove. I assumed we would meet up with them there.

Will: We could use a bit of back-up...

Jones: Or maybe you should just surrender?

Will: With your beast dead, the Flying Dutchman doesn't seem so frightening. Does Beckett even know how to use it properly?

The triple guns on the Dutchman begin firing at Will's ship.

Jones: Apparantly.

Will: Everyman to the guns! Load the canons! Anamaria, take the helm and get us out of firing range...

Anamaria: There's no wind! We've been riding the current.

Will: Bloody hell.

Anamaria: We'll have to turn and fight. (turns to Jones, menacing) Alright Jones. Moment of truth. Does the Flying Dutchman have a weakness? Tell us quickly, or... (she doesn't say what she means by "or", but Jones seems to get it. He pulls Will and Anamaria down, as the rest of the crew rush around)

Jones: My ship can't sink, so there's no use there. If you could bring down the mast, she'd be a sitting duck though.

Will: (shouting to the crew) Aim for the mast!

Jones: Wait! The mast is rimmed in iron- the only metal on the ship. You;d have to pull it down from above, and the weight of the metal might cause it to sink.

Anamaria: Right. We need someone who can climb...

Cut to: Pintel and Ragetti swinging over to the Dutchman on ropes, as a battle rages beneath them. They grab for the crow's nest of the FD.

Pintel: My life is flashing before me eyes.

Ragetti: I don't remember this ever being in the code.

Amidst various complaints, they do manage to attach their ropes to the mast. Then they realize they have no way back to Will's ship.

Back with Will, he has the crew on the oars beneath decks, rowing with all their might, hoping the ship will be able to pull down the mast--- and they actually do. Will rushes back on deck.

Will: Prepare to board the ship! Beckett is to be taken alive!

Jones and the crew use the mast as a bridge between ships, rushing over with weapons drawn. Beckett stands coldly on deck, a small smile on his lips.

Beckett: Stop!

Will: Give us one good reason not to run you through.

Beckett motions one of his men, who hustles someone out of the cabin... it's Tia Dalma, completely bound and unable to escape. Will looks dubious, but Jones pushes Will's men back, dropping his weapon.

Beckett: Luckily we got to her before she was restored to her former state. Hence, our ease in capturing her.

Jones: Beckett, no...

Beckett: You betrayed our bargain, Jones.

Will: It doesn't matter now. We've destroyed your means of escape, Beckett. Your life is forfeit to us.

In response, Beckett whips out a knife and holds it to Tia's throat.

Beckett: Very well. My life, perhaps. But she'll go with me. And then you'll have no help in battling the army sailing across the sea.

Tia: Please, William Turner. Dis is not yer time. Let dis man have what he wants.

Beckett: As she said.

Will: (gritting his teeth) What do you want?

Beckett: Freedom for myself and my crew, and the heart of Davy Jones.

Will: Outrageous!

Beckett: For the life of a goddess?

Will: I always planned on killing you, Beckett, and I think I might just seize this opportunity.

Beckett brings his knife closer to Tia's throat, and Jones rushes forward.

Jones: NO! Wait. We'll take the terms!

With that, Jones grabs Anamaria and yanks the heart from her coat pocket before she can stop him. He slashes her across the side and knocks her unconcsious (a very good diversionary tactic), and as Will turns to catch her, Jones delivers the heart to Beckett. Beckett's men seize Jones, and cut Tia's bonds, pushing her towards Will.

Beckett: Bargain complete.

Will has lifted Anamaria, and looks towards Beckett, about to order his men to open fire, but Beckett and his man have rushed into their longboat, which they clearly had ready for a fast escape. They herd Jones in after them, as explosions begin to go off around the Flying Dutchman. Beckett clearly had them rigged before the crew boarded.

Will: Get off the ship!

Everyone rushes back to their ship, as the Dutchman continues breaking apart. The crew is momentarily employed in disengaging their ship from the mast of the dutchman, and hence cannot hinder Beckett's escape. In the longboat, now handcuffed, Jones watches his ship sink into the water with tears in his eyes... but he's also looking to the deck of Will's ship, where for a very brief instant, Tia Dalma meets his eyes. They gaze at each other for just a moment, until Jones places his hand in the water, causing waves to drive their longboat away speedily.

Back on Will's ship, Tia Dalma meets Will (still carrying Anamaria) at the helm.

Will: (with some anguish in his voice) Definately not according to plan. Every choice I make leads me wrong.

Tia Dalma: Don't worry, William... Ye made de right choice.

Will: I made no choice. How is it a goddess came to be captured?

Tia Dalma: I am but a mortal, like ye, for de time being. But soon, soon dat will change... (she smiles, and Will looks at her questioningly) We must hasten to Shipwreck Cove.

Will nods, and carries Anamaria into his cabin. He lays her down and strips her coat off, where blood is seeping through her shirt. He rolls up the shirt, exposing the wound, and yanks some conveniently placed cloth off a desk, binding the wound tightly. As he wraps the wound, he notices scars covering her back. Troubled, he rolls her shirt back down (hey, it's Disney) but he catches a glimpse of the Pirate brand on her arm, along with more scarring. She begins to come to.

Anamaria: (groggily) what happened?

Will: (turning away, bruskly) Beckett and Jones escaped. Tia Dalma is with us.

Anamaria brings her hand to her wound, wincing in pain.

Anamaria: That bastard.

Will: So you had the heart?

Anamaria smiles wryly.

Anamaria: Apparantly. I'm a pirate, Will.

Will: I noticed. (he indicates her back, curiosity overcoming his embarrassment at the situation) What happened to you... to leave you with such scars?

Anamaria: (amused) What did you do, undress me?

Will: (defensive) No...

Anamaria: Maybe you should have. Oh, but of course. You've already given your heart away, and while she's free as a bird to do what she will, you've resolved to stay chained to her.

Will: I do as I please! She doesn't dictate my life, as you assume.

Anamaria: Doesn't she? (Anamaria stands up and steps into Will's personal space, well knowing how uncomfortable he is). Have you ever imagined what it would be like to kiss another woman?

Will starts to protest, but Anamaria is pretty good at this seduction thing. Plus, Will's really upset and vulnerable. It's hardly surprising that when Anamaria starts to kiss him, he doesn't pull away at first. Anamaria continues, and man, she's good at this.

Anamaria: Will... Have you ever wondered what the horizon tastes like? All your life you've lived in confines. Don't you ever long for freedom? The sort of freedom that comes when you shake off the burden of responsibility, when you throw caution to the wind and give yourself up to pleasure? When you take without asking?

It's going against everything he knows and believes, but she's got him cornered, and she's not giving him room to protest as she kisses him again...

CUT BACK TO JACK'S CABIN...

Ooooh, Ana and Will love. 😄 I have some fun thoughts on what they could say to each other later...but I will post James/Lizzie first. Later.

later as in now...?? 🙂

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OMG I LOVE THIS SCRIPT!!! WILLO, KATE AND SURREAL - YOU GUYS ARE ALL SO TALENTED!!!I CAN'T WAIT TO READ MORE!!! KEEP UP THIS FANTASTIC WORK BECAUSE IT'S SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!!! THIS IS OUTSTANDING WORK!!! YOU ALL SHOULD WORK ALONG TED AND TERRY!!!

(P.S. - Sorry about the caps!)

Alrighty Surreal, are you going to post the rest? I'm very anxious to see what happens! 🙂

Cut to... Jack standing alone on the deck of the Black Pearl. It's quiet, and he traces his hands along the familiar woodwork of his ship. He glances at the door of his cabin and smiles a little sadly. Barbossa is smoking a pipe on the stairs.

Barbossa: I always knew you were a good man, Sparrow. I just never knew how foolish you were as well.

Jack: Foolish?

Barbossa: A beautiful woman who is incredibly vulnerable, with a guilt ridden concience? No question in my mind what you do in that situation. You're a terrible pirate, you know.

Jack: Eh, Barbossa, remember that time I shot you? (Jack grins)

Barbossa: And how did YOU like the locker?

Jack: Tah. (a pause. ) You know Barbossa, for having such a bleak outlook on good men, you were once one yourself. Or don't you remember?

Barbossa: (brushing him off) That was a long time ago. Love and piracy don’t mix well. I’m certain if Mirella saw me now, she’d thank me for leaving when I did. That was no kind of life for her. I stand by my decision…

Jack: (sighing) As I stand by mine.

Their eyes meet, for a brief moment, understanding each other. Barbossa stands up.

Jack: We’ll reach the cove by sunrise. Best get some rest before then.

He walks off yawning.

Cut back to THE CABIN…

Im so bored...so what's the plot?

eh, we're writing AWE with a planned Norribeth ending. Have you read it so far?