Ghosts Of The Abyss: Chapter 11
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zelda_queenZeldaQueen: Remember, this only gets sillier!
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Chapter 11
Jack
ZeldaQueen: \~/
I stood in Beckett’s stateroom, watching as he pored over a piece of parchment on his desk.
ZeldaQueen: (Beckett) "Be sure to...drink your Ovaltine"
“Sparrow.”
ZeldaQueen: Hawk
“Aye?”
“Do you know why Mr. Turner gave me the location of the Gathering?” he asked, looking up at me.
ZeldaQueen: Because these people have been nothing but bastards to himself and Elizabeth, so he finally did the sensible thing and turned them in? \~/
“I’m going to take a wild guess here, and say that it has something to do with his twice-cursed pirate father.”
ZeldaQueen: Who? Oh yes, Bootstrap. Haven't heard of him for awhile. I guess he's praised the Sue, so his part is over. He's Will's father, so take a drink anyway \~/
He nodded. “I have control over Davy Jones; I have his heart. Turner wants me to make Jones release his father from his oath to the Dutchman.”
ZeldaQueen: Smart man. By this point, I think that Beckett would be more sympathetic to Will than these putzes
“And what does this have to do with Katherine and me?”
ZeldaQueen: Dude. You're pirates. Specifically, you're both pirate lords. Either he wants you to lead him to the Brethren, or he wants to keep you around until he can properly hang you
“Oh, nothing, really. However, I’m beginning to think that Turner wasn’t being as truthful as I would have preferred.”
“How?”
“He gave me a place named Shipwreck Cay,” he answered. “However, he wasn’t very specific as to which Shipwreck Cay.”
I smiled inwardly. There were at least a dozen Shipwreck Cays in the Caribbean. Pirates were not famous for being imaginative when it came to naming things, I being one of the lot.
ZeldaQueen: Yes, that's exactly what Jack was like while he was drunkenly stumbling around. He was just so sneaky and clever and in control, huh? Idiot
“You’ve got to excuse the lad,” I said coolly. “He’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer.”
ZeldaQueen: Again, Jack isn't cool while in situations like this! What, do you think his nonsensical babblinge are cool and smooth?
Beckett chuckled. “Which is why I called you here. You’re one of the Nine Pirate Lords. You know the location of the Brethren Court – the exact location.”
“There’s never been a gathering like this, mate. No one knows where they’re gathering.”
ZeldaQueen: What's going on? I'm so confused. When was it decided that there would be a gathering? How did Beckett even figure out there would be one? Just...what's going on?
“Sparrow, you’re unaware of your current predicament,” he sighed. “I have your wife in the brig below. I give the order, and she dies. But, if you’re willing to cooperate, I’ll convince Jones to free you of your debt, and you and your wife will be exempt from the current…cleansing.”
ZeldaQueen: *stone-faced* "Cleansing". You dare to use that term Gethesemane, especially after referring to the killing of the pirates as "genocide"?
Oh yes, you think you're so clever, don't you? Bitch, listen up. First, you're hardly the only person to use Nazi comparisons to show how evil someone is. It's cliched and over-done. Second, you've already proven that you don't care about the pirates, and just want Kate to get rid of her canon rival and boink Jones. So not only are you tossing around things like that, you're also doing it carelessly. Do you have any idea how offensive that is? Finally, your little talks of genocide and the like don't work here. Pirates aren't a minority. They all came from different races, nationalities, backgrounds, religions, men and women alike. Being a pirate was a job, a job that involved rape and murder and arson and kidnapping and a lot of other nasty things. Saying there was a pirate genocide is no more valid than calling it genocide to kill off as many bankers as possible.
*blinks* Wow, that rant went a lot longer than I'd thought it would \~/
“You mean murder.”
“Murder is such an unfriendly term, Mr. Sparrow.”
ZeldaQueen: (Beckett) "Now, Mr. Sparrow, I expect you to die"
A dark glint in his eyes told me that murder was the only term on his mind.
ZeldaQueen: SUBTLETY, GETHESEMANE! YOU HAVE NONE!
As I was about to reply, a guard burst into the stateroom, looking rather troubled.
ZeldaQueen: (Guard) "Sir, the Mary Sue is coming on to me again!"
“Lord Beckett,” he said, “she’s gone.”
He rose from the desk. “What?”
“Katherine Sparrow’s escaped!”
ZeldaQueen: Tell me, was that putz in charge of keeping an eye on her? If so, I'd love to hear how he apparently blinked long enough for Jones to walk in, have a conversation with Kate, take her from the cell, and then ignore the empty cell for so long
I froze, and Beckett glared at me.
“I swear, if you had something to do with this, I will kill you both.”
ZeldaQueen: Dude, just kill them now!
I watched as he hurried out onto the deck.
Katherine
I could do nothing but stare at Jones upon hearing the confession. He loved me.
ZeldaQueen: God alone knows why that is, besides the fact that the Suethor wants Calypso out of the way \~/
The thought pierced through the haze like a spear, and I found myself turning my head, ashamed of what I had done.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “But I love Jack.”
“I know.”
ZeldaQueen: WANGST! \~/
I looked at him again, and before I realized what had happened, his lips were on mine again. As before, I didn’t try to push him away. I allowed him to kiss me.
ZeldaQueen: You know, I find myself wondering what's so appealing about kissing a guy who basically has a squid's face. And then I remember Chapter fifteen, and try to shove those thoughts out of my head
A sharp banging sounded on the door of the stateroom, interrupting the remaining fragments of the spell.
ZeldaQueen: With the Sue-spell broken, Jones promptly returned to his normal state of mind and stabbed the Sue
“Jones!” barked Beckett.
I felt him stiffen.
ZeldaQueen: AUGH!
He turned to me.
“Get in the wardrobe,” he said as he motioned towards a wardrobe hidden in the shadows. “Quickly!”
ZeldaQueen: (Jones) "Go bother the Narnia fandom, I hear they have plenty of Sues already"
I broke away from him and hurried towards the wardrobe. I was soon enclosed in darkness as I shut the door, yet left it slightly ajar.
ZeldaQueen: God, just say "I was soon in the darkness of the wardrobe, though I was careful to keep the door open a little"
I could see his large, intimidating form cross the dimly-lit room to the door. He allowed Beckett inside.
“What?” Davy Jones demanded.
“Where is she?”
“Who?”
“Don’t play stupid with me!
ZeldaQueen: Beckett, he's not playing.
And I'm pretty sure that phrase didn't exist when this movie takes place
Where is Katherine Sparrow?”
I noticed Jones’s eyes flick towards me, but the gesture was so quick I doubted that Beckett had caught it.
ZeldaQueen: That would be because Beckett has already had his lobotomy for this fic
Jones had masked any hint of emotion with his usual cold, hard apathy.
ZeldaQueen: Usual apathy? In this fic? Pfff HA HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!
“She’s not here,” Jones answered. “I haven’t seen her.”
“If you’re lying to me…!”
“Why would I lie? You’re the one in control, aren’t you? You have the heart, Beckett.”
ZeldaQueen: (Jones) "When all Hell's breaking loose, you'll be riding the eye of the storm"
Beckett motioned towards his soldiers. They entered the stateroom, and began to search. I didn’t even dare to breathe as one of the soldiers neared the wardrobe. However, he must not have seen it in the shadows, for he simply turned and walked towards Beckett.
ZeldaQueen: Either that's one stupid guard or someone needs to wash the windows because how dark does it have to be to entirely miss a wardrobe? They're not exactly tiny, and rooms on ships aren't massive!
I slunk back into the shadows of the wardrobe, still watching as the soldiers searched the stateroom. When their search turned to be futile, Beckett ordered them out, obviously frustrated.
ZeldaQueen: I'd be frustrated too, if my guards were too stupid to check just one corner of the room.
And lame as that was, it was still an escape. Take a drink \~/
Once the last soldier had exited, Beckett turned to Jones.
“This room will be under constant guard,” he warned. “No one exits, no one enters.”
ZeldaQueen: Oh, you mean how Kate's constantly under guard so she can never escape? *cough*
He then turned and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. I climbed out of the wardrobe, dismayed.
“How am I going to get out of here?” I asked. “I have to find Jack; Beckett might have done something to him!”
ZeldaQueen: (Kate) "And also, what about sex?"
“Wait until after nightfall,” he said. “His guards are prone to falling asleep.”
ZeldaQueen: Bzuh what? The guards of a ruthless lord are well-known to fall asleep on the job, and they're kept around? I just...that's stupid!
“And until then?”
“You really don’t have a choice but to stay in here.”
ZeldaQueen: (Sue) "Great! Let's make out!"
I glanced at the door, and then at Jones again. “You’re risking your life by protecting me.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
ZeldaQueen: (Jones) "Nothing will happen to me for certain until we have sex. Until that happens, I'll be perfectly safe"
I gently kissed him, a gesture that was quite brief.
ZeldaQueen: Dude! This is the guy your husband hates more than anything, the guy who held you hostage, and the guy who has Will's dad in an eternity of servitude! Aren't you so forgiving?
“Thank you,” I said softly. “For everything.”
ZeldaQueen: And she intends to be getting everything.
I'm very sorry
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Chapter 11
Jack
ZeldaQueen: \~/
I stood in Beckett’s stateroom, watching as he pored over a piece of parchment on his desk.
ZeldaQueen: (Beckett) "Be sure to...drink your Ovaltine"
“Sparrow.”
ZeldaQueen: Hawk
“Aye?”
“Do you know why Mr. Turner gave me the location of the Gathering?” he asked, looking up at me.
ZeldaQueen: Because these people have been nothing but bastards to himself and Elizabeth, so he finally did the sensible thing and turned them in? \~/
“I’m going to take a wild guess here, and say that it has something to do with his twice-cursed pirate father.”
ZeldaQueen: Who? Oh yes, Bootstrap. Haven't heard of him for awhile. I guess he's praised the Sue, so his part is over. He's Will's father, so take a drink anyway \~/
He nodded. “I have control over Davy Jones; I have his heart. Turner wants me to make Jones release his father from his oath to the Dutchman.”
ZeldaQueen: Smart man. By this point, I think that Beckett would be more sympathetic to Will than these putzes
“And what does this have to do with Katherine and me?”
ZeldaQueen: Dude. You're pirates. Specifically, you're both pirate lords. Either he wants you to lead him to the Brethren, or he wants to keep you around until he can properly hang you
“Oh, nothing, really. However, I’m beginning to think that Turner wasn’t being as truthful as I would have preferred.”
“How?”
“He gave me a place named Shipwreck Cay,” he answered. “However, he wasn’t very specific as to which Shipwreck Cay.”
I smiled inwardly. There were at least a dozen Shipwreck Cays in the Caribbean. Pirates were not famous for being imaginative when it came to naming things, I being one of the lot.
ZeldaQueen: Yes, that's exactly what Jack was like while he was drunkenly stumbling around. He was just so sneaky and clever and in control, huh? Idiot
“You’ve got to excuse the lad,” I said coolly. “He’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer.”
ZeldaQueen: Again, Jack isn't cool while in situations like this! What, do you think his nonsensical babblinge are cool and smooth?
Beckett chuckled. “Which is why I called you here. You’re one of the Nine Pirate Lords. You know the location of the Brethren Court – the exact location.”
“There’s never been a gathering like this, mate. No one knows where they’re gathering.”
ZeldaQueen: What's going on? I'm so confused. When was it decided that there would be a gathering? How did Beckett even figure out there would be one? Just...what's going on?
“Sparrow, you’re unaware of your current predicament,” he sighed. “I have your wife in the brig below. I give the order, and she dies. But, if you’re willing to cooperate, I’ll convince Jones to free you of your debt, and you and your wife will be exempt from the current…cleansing.”
ZeldaQueen: *stone-faced* "Cleansing". You dare to use that term Gethesemane, especially after referring to the killing of the pirates as "genocide"?
Oh yes, you think you're so clever, don't you? Bitch, listen up. First, you're hardly the only person to use Nazi comparisons to show how evil someone is. It's cliched and over-done. Second, you've already proven that you don't care about the pirates, and just want Kate to get rid of her canon rival and boink Jones. So not only are you tossing around things like that, you're also doing it carelessly. Do you have any idea how offensive that is? Finally, your little talks of genocide and the like don't work here. Pirates aren't a minority. They all came from different races, nationalities, backgrounds, religions, men and women alike. Being a pirate was a job, a job that involved rape and murder and arson and kidnapping and a lot of other nasty things. Saying there was a pirate genocide is no more valid than calling it genocide to kill off as many bankers as possible.
*blinks* Wow, that rant went a lot longer than I'd thought it would \~/
“You mean murder.”
“Murder is such an unfriendly term, Mr. Sparrow.”
ZeldaQueen: (Beckett) "Now, Mr. Sparrow, I expect you to die"
A dark glint in his eyes told me that murder was the only term on his mind.
ZeldaQueen: SUBTLETY, GETHESEMANE! YOU HAVE NONE!
As I was about to reply, a guard burst into the stateroom, looking rather troubled.
ZeldaQueen: (Guard) "Sir, the Mary Sue is coming on to me again!"
“Lord Beckett,” he said, “she’s gone.”
He rose from the desk. “What?”
“Katherine Sparrow’s escaped!”
ZeldaQueen: Tell me, was that putz in charge of keeping an eye on her? If so, I'd love to hear how he apparently blinked long enough for Jones to walk in, have a conversation with Kate, take her from the cell, and then ignore the empty cell for so long
I froze, and Beckett glared at me.
“I swear, if you had something to do with this, I will kill you both.”
ZeldaQueen: Dude, just kill them now!
I watched as he hurried out onto the deck.
Katherine
I could do nothing but stare at Jones upon hearing the confession. He loved me.
ZeldaQueen: God alone knows why that is, besides the fact that the Suethor wants Calypso out of the way \~/
The thought pierced through the haze like a spear, and I found myself turning my head, ashamed of what I had done.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “But I love Jack.”
“I know.”
ZeldaQueen: WANGST! \~/
I looked at him again, and before I realized what had happened, his lips were on mine again. As before, I didn’t try to push him away. I allowed him to kiss me.
ZeldaQueen: You know, I find myself wondering what's so appealing about kissing a guy who basically has a squid's face. And then I remember Chapter fifteen, and try to shove those thoughts out of my head
A sharp banging sounded on the door of the stateroom, interrupting the remaining fragments of the spell.
ZeldaQueen: With the Sue-spell broken, Jones promptly returned to his normal state of mind and stabbed the Sue
“Jones!” barked Beckett.
I felt him stiffen.
ZeldaQueen: AUGH!
He turned to me.
“Get in the wardrobe,” he said as he motioned towards a wardrobe hidden in the shadows. “Quickly!”
ZeldaQueen: (Jones) "Go bother the Narnia fandom, I hear they have plenty of Sues already"
I broke away from him and hurried towards the wardrobe. I was soon enclosed in darkness as I shut the door, yet left it slightly ajar.
ZeldaQueen: God, just say "I was soon in the darkness of the wardrobe, though I was careful to keep the door open a little"
I could see his large, intimidating form cross the dimly-lit room to the door. He allowed Beckett inside.
“What?” Davy Jones demanded.
“Where is she?”
“Who?”
“Don’t play stupid with me!
ZeldaQueen: Beckett, he's not playing.
And I'm pretty sure that phrase didn't exist when this movie takes place
Where is Katherine Sparrow?”
I noticed Jones’s eyes flick towards me, but the gesture was so quick I doubted that Beckett had caught it.
ZeldaQueen: That would be because Beckett has already had his lobotomy for this fic
Jones had masked any hint of emotion with his usual cold, hard apathy.
ZeldaQueen: Usual apathy? In this fic? Pfff HA HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!
“She’s not here,” Jones answered. “I haven’t seen her.”
“If you’re lying to me…!”
“Why would I lie? You’re the one in control, aren’t you? You have the heart, Beckett.”
ZeldaQueen: (Jones) "When all Hell's breaking loose, you'll be riding the eye of the storm"
Beckett motioned towards his soldiers. They entered the stateroom, and began to search. I didn’t even dare to breathe as one of the soldiers neared the wardrobe. However, he must not have seen it in the shadows, for he simply turned and walked towards Beckett.
ZeldaQueen: Either that's one stupid guard or someone needs to wash the windows because how dark does it have to be to entirely miss a wardrobe? They're not exactly tiny, and rooms on ships aren't massive!
I slunk back into the shadows of the wardrobe, still watching as the soldiers searched the stateroom. When their search turned to be futile, Beckett ordered them out, obviously frustrated.
ZeldaQueen: I'd be frustrated too, if my guards were too stupid to check just one corner of the room.
And lame as that was, it was still an escape. Take a drink \~/
Once the last soldier had exited, Beckett turned to Jones.
“This room will be under constant guard,” he warned. “No one exits, no one enters.”
ZeldaQueen: Oh, you mean how Kate's constantly under guard so she can never escape? *cough*
He then turned and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. I climbed out of the wardrobe, dismayed.
“How am I going to get out of here?” I asked. “I have to find Jack; Beckett might have done something to him!”
ZeldaQueen: (Kate) "And also, what about sex?"
“Wait until after nightfall,” he said. “His guards are prone to falling asleep.”
ZeldaQueen: Bzuh what? The guards of a ruthless lord are well-known to fall asleep on the job, and they're kept around? I just...that's stupid!
“And until then?”
“You really don’t have a choice but to stay in here.”
ZeldaQueen: (Sue) "Great! Let's make out!"
I glanced at the door, and then at Jones again. “You’re risking your life by protecting me.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
ZeldaQueen: (Jones) "Nothing will happen to me for certain until we have sex. Until that happens, I'll be perfectly safe"
I gently kissed him, a gesture that was quite brief.
ZeldaQueen: Dude! This is the guy your husband hates more than anything, the guy who held you hostage, and the guy who has Will's dad in an eternity of servitude! Aren't you so forgiving?
“Thank you,” I said softly. “For everything.”
ZeldaQueen: And she intends to be getting everything.
I'm very sorry
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Return to: Table of Contents
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Date: 2011-05-07 03:11 am (UTC)You...it...wh...GAH!
For pity's sake, would it have killed her to come up with something more interesting than "oops, guess it was too dark in here lolol."
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Date: 2011-05-07 03:53 am (UTC)Also, I suspect she was cribbing from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. In that, Harry does hide in a wardrobe to keep Malfoy from catching him, and nearly is found out as Malfoy searches the room. Except that Malfoy *does* see the wardrobe, the only reason Harry isn't caught is because Malfoy is called away.
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Date: 2013-05-31 06:43 pm (UTC)...And I think whatever else I'm going to say on the subject will come out terribly wrong. Comes with being German, I guess.
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Date: 2016-06-02 11:36 pm (UTC)^^; Please drink responsibly (or non-alcoholically).
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