Ah, almost done, but I'm out of energy. *winces* The post is quite long, and I lost it last night after spending almost two hours typing the bloody thing. I had to retype it tonight, but I keep getting interrupted.
I promise though, it'll be worth it. Evil Plans abound, a destiny is revealed, Barbossa realizes how old he is, Jack finally gets a ship, and noodles and eunuchs are mentioned at least twice each.
Please be patient and let me get this post up. 😄 I think it should be worth the wait.
Since Surreal's computer is about to crap out on her, I think, she copied the scene to me, so the following is Surreal's writing. I'm just the go-between.
CUT TO THE ENDEAVOR – BECKETT’S QUARTERS -- NIGHT
(Beckett is seated behind his desk, reading a missive that seems to be annoying him. Davy Jones stands before him.)
Jones: (sardonically amused) Things not going well?
Beckett: (looks up) Actually, yes, things are going well, with the exception of two things.
Jones: Sparrow and (his tone turns dark) Turner?
Beckett: (waves hand dismissively) Sparrow? No. I know better than to trust him. As for Turner, I expect he has run back to his wife. (Jones shifts slightly, and Beckett smirks at the tell) No, the difficulty lies in the absences of the governor and commodore of Port Royal.
Jones: Ah, politics.
Beckett: Yes, politics. The King will not be happy if he finds out I’ve lost not just Weatherby Swann, his old friend, but also my newly re-appointed Commodore. It doesn’t look good to misplace two important people. The goal therefore is to capture them alive, if not entirely well. Once that is accomplished, I leave it to your discretion what happens to the remaining prisoners.
(Jones smiles unpleasantly. Beckett looks at him thoughtfully for a moment and gets up to go to a chest, where he pulls a smaller, more familiar chest from its depths. Davy Jones looks at the object with loathing as Beckett places it on the desk.)
Beckett: What has my curiosity piqued is your interest in young Turner? Surely you don’t find him much of a threat, do you?
Jones: (reluctant) Every fifty years a possible heir is born for the Dutchman. It is their destiny to stab the heart…or to die trying.
Beckett: And young mister Turner is this new heir.
Jones: (snarls) He is nothing! A mere child. I will enjoy his slow death.
Beckett: And yet you have failed to kill him. My, that must be irksome. How do you know for certain that he is the heir?
Jones: (shrugs) I just know. Destiny has a way of letting you know these things.
Beckett: (mildly) So you intend to kill Turner?
Jones: I will sunder him from the life he has known, and claim his soul.
CUT TO THE INTREPID – CAPTAIN’S CABIN – NIGHT
(James is lying on the bed, cheeks flushed, his breathing slightly heavier than it normally would be, although he seems to be resting quietly for now. Anne is seated on the bed beside him, brushing a cool cloth over his bare chest and face. He has no clothes on, but the sheets are more than adequate. Swann is also present, seated on a chair near the bed while he reads some papers.)
Swann: (looks up in time to see Anne yawn) Anne, why don’t you go get some sleep? I can sit up with him now that the worst is over.
Anne: (smiles and shakes her head) Thank you, but no. I would like to see his fever break before I seek some rest.
(James murmurs something, his lashes fluttering gently, and Anne softly hushes him, brushing back a few damp strands of hair from his face as she speaks to him. Swann hides his smile behind the documents.)
Swann: Very well. This gives me a little more time to go over Sao’s accounts as Elizabeth requested of me.
Anne: You can read Chinese?
Swann: No, but Sao did keep his records in three other languages, including English. He was quite the businessman.
(The conversation is interrupted by an agitated knock on the door.)
Anne: (reaches for James’ pistol and Swann tenses.) Enter.
(Barbossa enters, quickly followed by Jack. When Anne and Swann see who it is, they both relax. Annoyed, Barbossa turns around and glares at Jack.)
Barbossa: What do you want?
Jack: (looks affronted) I’m just here to help, mate.
Barbossa: (skeptical) Unlikely.
Jack: What, you don’t think I can help in a sick room? I’ve been told I have a wonderful bedside manner.
Barbossa: Comforting the distraught and disappointed, no doubt.
(He lets his gaze drift down meaningfully on Jack before he turns back to Swann. Jack seems confused for a moment, looks down as well. Understanding dawns and he looks outraged.)
Jack: You –
Swann: (goes back to reading and speaks over Jack.) Is there a problem, captain?
(Jack is about to respond, since he’s a captain, but Barbossa cuts him off.)
Barbossa: Ye could say that, governor. Your daughter is showing a distinct lack of respect to her elders.
(Anne muffles a laugh, and even Swann seems highly amused. Barbossa gives Jack a look that promises severe retribution. Jack looks as innocent as possible and begins to wander around the room, opening drawers and looking in them.)
Swann: Is that so? Well, tell me what she’s done now, and I will see if there’s anything that can be done.
Jack: Why should she listen to a quodam captain like you? You're about as useful as a brass monkey that's had its balls frozen off.
(Barbossa suddenly seems embarrassed, and he mutters his reply under his breath.)
Jack: (cups hand to his ear) Beg pardon, Captain?
Barbossa: (does his best to ignore Jack) She won’t come out of her cabin. I knocked and that upstart whelp that you call a son-in-law had the audacity to say that she wasn’t there.
Swann: (choked voice) I see. And, forgive me for asking, but how do you know that Will is being less than truthful in this matter?
Barbossa: She ah…was giggling in the background.
(Anne and Swann can’t help it; they both snicker. Jack, who had been wandering aimlessly through James’ cabin and looking through things. He looks up.)
ack: Probably because he’s a eunuch.
(The silence that descends on the room is a mixture of amusement and embarrassment.)
Barbossa: How do you know that? (knowingly) Ah, it takes one to know one, aye?
Jack: Is this really worth troubling the younger, stronger men of the ship?
(Barbossa growls in response and his hand moves toward his gun, Jack's hand moves toward his sword, and Swann jumps to his feet quickly.)
Swann: I think perhaps maybe I’ll join you on watch, Captain Barbossa. My eyes are tired of reading the reports on Sao’s noodle factory.
Barbossa: (shakes head) A pirate with a noodle factory…what’s the world coming to?
Jack: Shhh. You're going to wake them up.
(Swann and Barbossa turn back to see that Anne, despite her best efforts had finally fallen asleep, slumped over slightly on the bed. The men look at each other awkwardly, not quite sure if they should move her, and if they did, who would do it. Anne settles the matter herself, adjust her position so that she is lying on her back, snuggled up slightly to James, who is breathing far easier now, and he is far less flushed.)
Swann: (presses a palm to James’ forehead and smiles) The fever’s broken. I suggest we leave them to rest.
(Barbossa scowls jealously at the sleeping pair. He and Swann exit. Jack remains, a knowing expression on his face. He sits in a nearby chair and begins reading James' journal.)
PART 2 should be up soon. Peace out! This is Surreal's work, not mine. Lots of fun promised ahead.
hahaha point taken! lol.
so in case you are interested in the tragedies of my life, i fell and put my heel through my computer screen yesterday... full on shattered it, which i didnt even know was possible with a laptop. then my warranty only covers me in the states, so i am consigned to borrowing my flatmate's computer till i come up with the cash to get it fixed. now tell me my life isnt a shakespearian tragedy. hahahahaha. oh gee....
all that to say, i am hoping for some amazing writing to read and enjoy next time i pop on~~~! 🙂
Thanks for your help, Willo. This is Part Two. Then I have a quickie Part Three. I've had to retype all of this twice because my stupid computer corrupted the file.
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THE INTREPID -- CAPTAIN'S CABIN -- PRE-DAWN
(Jack is still seated, reading James' worn journal. He occasionally glances up from the book to check to make sure James is still sleeping. Finally, he reads the last entry.)
Jack: You're too serious, mate. You need to have more fun. (He looks from James to the journal, and his face softens.) Maybe the world's already taken that from you. We'll just have to fix that now, won't we?
(James sighs and stirs. Jack realizes the man is beginning to wake, and panics when he realizes that Norrington would probably kill him if he saw him with his journal.)
Jack: Bugger.
(He looks around frantically for a good place to hide it, but James' eyes are already fluttering, so he tosses the book over his shoulder and poses in the chair, smiling brightly when James looks at him sleepily.)
James: (groggy) Sparrow? (he blinks at Jack, turns his head and sees Anne lying beside him. This propels him into motion, and he sits up suddenly, then hisses as his body protests.) What are you --
Jack: (puts a hand on James' non-injured shoulder) Easy, mate. You've been ill. You remember what happened?
James: No...It's all hazy...
(His hand flies up to his neck. Jack hesitates, then pulls the collar out from the pocket of his coat and hands it to James.)
Jack: Remember now?
James: (turns the collar over in his hands) Some. (he looks over at Anne) But not everything.
Jack: Oh, that. Don't worry, you didn't do anything fun (under his breath) As usual.
James: (narrows eyes) What was that? What have you been up to?
Jack: (brightly) Nothing. Why would you assume I was up to anything?
James: You're always up to something.
Jack: I should probably be going.
James: What did you do? (he moves to get up and realizes he's naked) Where are my clothes?
Jack: (backing away) Happily, nowhere near you. Bye!
(Jack flees with more speed than dignity. James, completely suspicious now, looks around and sees his journal on the floor near the window seat.)
James: Bastard! I'll kill him!
(He pulls the sheet back, intending to get up, but Anne stirs and he hurridly pulls the covering back down.)
Anne: Where do you think you're going?
James: (attempting to remain dignified) I intend to dress and speak with Elizabeth. I seem to recall that we are heirs to a pirate now.(he pauses, then adds) And I'm going to throttle Sparrow.
Anne: I don't think so. You need to stay here and rest.
James: (annoyed) No!
Anne: (equally annoyed) Yes!
James: (leans closer) No!
Anne: (leans in closer as well) Yes! Besides, you can't get up.
James: (leans in even closer) Oh, and why is that?
Anne: (sputters and pulls away) Because you're naked, that's why!
James: (smirks) Why so shy?
(He tosses back the covers and gets up. Anne gapes at him, then remembers finally to cover her eyes.)
James: It's not like you haven't seen it before.
Anne: Oh you -- that was different! You were --
(She peeks out from behind her hand in time to see James pull up a pair of breeches.)
James: (looks over his shoulder and smirks) I was what?
Anne: ...distracting me.
(James laughs. Anne is simultaneously furious and embarrassed.)
Anne: I meant that you were ill.
(James grabs her arm and gently but firmly pulls her from the bed.)
Anne: You still are. What are you doing?
James: Getting some peace and quiet.
(He pulls her to the door, even though she's putting up a mighty struggle.)
James: Find Elizabeth for me and tell her I would like to speak with her.
(With that, he pushes Anne out the door and closes it firmly in place. There's a click as the door is locked from the inside.)
Anne: Ooooh, that -- that -- scoundrel!
(Inside the cabin, James leans wearily against the door and closes his eyes. It takes him a few moments to straighten back up and make his way over to the water basin. It's quite obvious that he is in pain.)
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THE INTREPID -- ON DECK -- DAWN
(Anne glares at the closed door. A shadow looms over her, and she looks up to see Groves, Barbossa, Jack and Governor Swann standing behind her.)
Groves: I'm impressed, milady. You've only known James for two days and you've already been thrown out of his cabin. Usually it takes at least a week or more before he does that
Jack: (to Anne) Ah, not good enough in bed for him, were you? I know he's quite well-end--owww!!
(Jack rubs his shoulder, where Groves had just hit him.)
Jack: (sullenly) Don't see why you had to hit so hard, mate.
Swann: (ignores Jack and Groves) How is he?
Anne: Stubborn as ever.
Swann: He's a man's man. If his arm fell off, he'd claim it was just a scratch and that he's fine.
Anne: Well, he's not fine, I can tell you that. He is going to wear himself out.
Barbossa: Don't worry yerself about him, missy.
Anne: (shrilly) I'm not worried! I'm just...(before anyone can 'help' her, she changes the subject.) Where is Elizabeth?
Swann: (before Jack can speak up) I believe she is still with Will.
Jack: Yes, probably still waiting in vain for him to -- ooof! Stop doing that!
(Will and Elizabeth exit their cabin and approach the group as Groves attempts to look innocent. Jack makes a face at him.)
Will: You aren't still making eunuch jokes about me, are you Jack?
Elizabeth: (eyes widen) Eunuch? (she looks at Will)
Jack: You see love, a eunuch is when a man (this time, Jack is ready for Groves' elbow and dodges out of the way. Unfortunately, Barbossa is there to slap the back of his head.) Owww!
Elizabeth: I know what a eunuch is, Jack. (begins to giggle) You think WILL is a --? (she really starts to laugh, and she hangs onto Will to keep from falling over, especially when Barbossa indicates a small length with his finger and points to Jack.)
Jack: I can see you, Barbossa! (looks at Will, who is grinning at him, and at Elizabeth, who is still laughing) So...not a eunuch then?
Elizabeth: (shakes her head) Really Jack, you think some of the most outrageous things.
(Jack looks like he might respond to this, but Anne finally speaks up.)
Anne: (primly) The commodore is wanting to speak with you, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: He's up?
Anne: (her eyes flash) Unfortunately. Maybe the idiot will listen to you if you tell him to rest. His burn needs tending to; wash it and put some salve on it, and cover it back up.
Elizabeth: Don't you want to --
Anne: NO! (takes a deep breath) I'm going to go rest. Good day to you.
(Anne walks stiffly below-deck while everyone watches her go.)
Jack: Is it my imagination, or am I sensing a bit of tension between her and the commodore?
Barbossa: Who knows what goes on in that sun-addled brain of yours?
(As the two captains start sniping at each other, Elizabeth presses a kiss to Will's lips before parting with him. She presses a kiss to her father's cheek, and then she knocks on James' door.)
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Hopefully I can get part three up very soon.
Jack gets a ship, Swann gets a job, James and Anne argue (surprise!) and someone goes hunting. 😄 Thanks for your patience!
Quick little insert that in no way disrupts the fantastic thing you've got going on.
CUT TO Caribbean, Tia's shack
(There is more activity in the swamp than we have ever seen. People are bustling all over the place. The boy we saw earlier runs as fast as his little legs can carry him to Tia's shack)
Boy: Ma'am!
Tia: (coming from behind the shadows) I tol' ya and tol' ya not to be bodderin' me. What is it?
Boy: The riddle you gave me! I solved it! I know what it is.
(He opens his mouth, but Tia covers it)
Tia: Don't even speak it. Remember da ships I said would be comin'? (waits for the boy to nod) T'will be in a matter of days.
Boy: Do you know if...if...(too nervous to say what's on his mind)
Tia: Yes. I tink he'll be wid dem by now. Listen to Tia. Dis is da most important ting you have to know. (so close she's almost whispering) Don't ask for him, but wait for someone to address William Turner. Can you remember dat name?
Boy: William Turner. Yes.
Tia: Good. Now run off.
(The boy hugs her before he goes, but loses his balance. He accidentally tears a piece of jewelry off her neck. It falls to the floor)
Boy: I'm sorry! (picks up the locket and looks at it. It plays a familiar tune)
Tia: (closes it rapdily, fighting back tears) Dat will do. Go on now. Go one now and wait, little one.
I claim next scene. seriously, i'm fairly bursting to get involved. hahaha. can you sum up how the scene ends so i can begin working on the next scene? I'd like to do a J/L scene (I know, shocking) and mess around with Barbossa a bit. Maybe a gag-scene for Beckett before the big intense battle makes everyone serious.