7. Aragorn's Frustrations are released
Aragorn's Frustrations are released
Barbossa leaned back in his chair as Jack paced around the table waiting for his reply. "So you expect to leave me standing on some beach with nothing but a name and your word it's the one I need, and watch you sail away in my ship?"
Jack smiled and leaned on the table, grabbing an apple. "No. I expect to leave you standing on some beach with absolutely no name at all, watching me sail away on my ship, and then I'll shout the name back to you. Savvy?"
Barbossa eyed Jack as he sat down on the opposite side of the table, biting into the apple. "But that still leaves us with the problem of me standing on some beach with naught but a name and only your word it's the one I need."
Jack, who had been slouching in the chair, straightened. "Of the two of us, I'm the only one who hasn't committed mutiny, therefore my word is the one we'll be trusting. Although, in fact, if you hadn't betrayed me and left me to die, I would have an equal share of that curse same as you. Funny ol' world, isn't it?" Jack took another bite of the apple and then offered it to Barbossa, who waved it off.
The door to the captain's quarters opened, with Bo'sun standing on the other side. The pirate notified them that they were catching up to the Interceptor. Barbossa rose from his seat and made his way out to the deck, followed closely by Jack who was still munching on his apple. "I'm having a thought here Barbossa. What say we run up a flag of truce? I scurry over to the Interceptor and I negotiate the return of your medallion, aye? What say you to that?"
Barbossa turned and smirked at Jack. "Now you see, Jack, that's exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl. People are easy to search when they're dead." He gestured towards one of his men. "Lock him in the brig." Barbossa took the apple from Jack as two pirates came up behind him, grabbing his arms and leading him away from Barbossa, who was so angry that he threw Jack's apple into the sea.
The two pirates shoved Jack into a cell and locked the door, taking the key with them. Jack looked around the tiny cell. Water was coming in from several different spots. "Apparently there's a leak." The pirate put his eye to a large crack in the side of the ship and peered out. At first all he could see was the waves, and then a large crate floated by, followed by another, and then another. What in the world? Jack thought. As barrels and crates continued to float past, he realized what was going on. The Interceptor was dropping all of her supplies in a desperate attempt to lighten their load and outrun the Pearl.
Aragorn sat down in the seat that Elizabeth had just been in and picked up the medallion. "Will, they are coming for us."
Will just stared at him. "Of course they are going to try to find us, Strider, but this is the fastest ship in the Caribbean, they cannot possibly catch up."
Aragorn shook his head and leaned forward, still studying the medallion. "They are coming for us now, and they will get what they are looking for, Will, we aren't going to be able to stop them."
Will stood and snatched the medallion away from Aragorn, his distrust of the ranger beginning to surface again. "And how do you know this, Strider?"
Aragorn also stood and looked Will in the face. He shifted uncomfortably, not knowing whether or not to tell Will the truth. He opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by members of the crew rushing below deck. They both watched as the crew began gathering various things and then running back above deck. Aragorn moved over to the short man he had compared to a hobbit and asked him what they were all doing. The man informed him that the Black Pearl was quickly gaining on them and that they were lightening the Interceptor. The man didn't explain why as he took off back above deck. Aragorn turned and faced Will. "We are going to lose this fight."
Will slammed his shoulder into Aragorn as he pushed by him and followed the others. "We have to try something, Strider."
Aragorn sighed and began to run after him.
Elrohir pulled back from the door and looked at his twin and Legolas, who were expecting good news. "They haven't been able to call him back, but Gandalf knows what is wrong with him and there is a spell that can help." Both smiled broadly until Elrohir informed them of the risks and that Elrond was going to try the spell.
Legolas rubbed his temples while Elladan stared blankly at his brother. "He cannot do this! We may have already lost Estel, I don't want to risk losing Father as well!" the elder twin protested. "There has to be another way."
Elrohir sighed. "Gandalf didn't say there was." Legolas looked at the twins. Elladan looked like he was going into a nervous breakdown, and Elrohir looked like he was about to break down crying. "Elrohir, did they say when they were going to do this spell?"
Elrohir ran his hands through his hair. "Tomorrow evening I believe." Legolas nodded. "And did he say what they would need to perform the spell?"
Elrohir's eyes widened. "Legolas, we cannot do the spell! We don't have enough power or experience in this type of magic."
Elladan sighed. "I agree with Elrohir, Legolas, we cannot do this."
Legolas nodded. "I know, which is why I am going to." Both twins looked at him as if he had suddenly grown an extra head.
After a few moments Elladan broke the silence that had befallen them. "Legolas, as much as we appreciate the gesture, we cannot let you take such a risk."
Legolas raised his hand and silenced the elder twin. "I cannot let your father make such a risk, and I have just as good a chance of bringing Estel back. And besides, I have not gone through a trauma like Aragorn, so if things do not go right I will have you two to call me back." The twins looked at each other and then agreed to help Legolas with the spell.
Will ran up and stopped the crew from throwing a cannon overboard. "We're going to need that." Turning, he made his way up to Gibbs, who was standing by the wheel with Ana Maria and Elizabeth. "Gibbs! We have to make a stand. We must fight! Load the guns!"
Ana Maria looked at him like he was crazy. "With what?"
Will's response was to load them with anything that they had left on board. Gibbs ordered the crew to begin loading the cannons when he noticed Aragorn standing halfway up the stairs. Gibbs pointed at him. "This one here has lost his mind!"
Will rolled his eyes. "I am well aware of that fact."
Aragorn began pleading for them to listen to him, but Will was having none of it. Aragorn stopped him when he tried to push past. "Will, please, you have to trust me! I know what I am talking about!"
Will's anger and frustration finally boiled over and he shoved Aragorn backwards down the steps.
Aragorn let out a cry of surprise as he fell, landing hard on the deck. Opening his eyes, he saw Will standing over him with a look of hate once again plastered on his face. Aragorn had had enough. Lashing out quickly with his legs, he kicked Will's legs out from under him.
As soon as Will hit the deck, Aragorn was sitting on top of him, straddling the blacksmith's stomach. The ranger reached down and grabbed Will's collar, pulling him close as he stared into Will's startled brown eyes. "You know nothing of pain or fear, Turner! Try being caught in a world that is not your own, with no one to trust, and then betraying someone who might have been able to help you! How could I have ever mistaken you for Legolas! You may share his face, but you are nothing like him, you cold- hearted bastard! I am through trying to help you, and I will have the pleasure of saying 'I told you so' when they take control of this ship!"
Aragorn threw Will back as he rose to his feet, not caring or even taking notice of the tears that had escaped his eyes, nor did he notice the stares he was receiving. He turned and pushed his way through the small crowd that had formed around them and made his way below deck, no longer caring what happened to any of them.
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