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Post by Brokenhearts on Aug 26, 2007 18:48:05 GMT -5
(AWESUM!!!!!! the only ideas i have r 'gt lucky 2 port royal with the kid' bt thts about it =P i no a lil about jack and her bt hey... at least 1 of us has ideas ^___^)
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Post by frostdragon13 on Aug 26, 2007 18:52:41 GMT -5
( ;D merci. )
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Post by Techy on Aug 26, 2007 20:42:57 GMT -5
(would you wish to share them, Forsters? ;D)
"Will is Bills son. If I remember correctly can't Will go visit your one friend (I can;t remember her name, the one that gave Jack his Jar of dirt) and get a jar of dirt, and have her cast a certain spell on it,. then give it to Bill as a present? he could come on land then. We could be a team - somewhat - again." Ash was off an running with her mind.
There would be more raids, more fights, more treasure. More pirating. Ash could finally feel the old ways of her life calling her, joining in with the call of the sea. It was so strong, the only thing holding her back was that she knew it would never be exactly the same, even if Bill could come on land again. And the fact that Bill wasn;t with them right then. Plus the fact that she had no crew, no way to find Will.
"Sorry, love, Will go' s'uck unde' Davey Jones fo' awhile, cause Davey was looking fo' me, and he cove'ed fo' me fo' awhile. He can't come on land fo' leas' 'nother 10 years." Jack told her, his voice slurring telling Ash that he was getting tired and the drinks were wearing down on him.
Ash just wanted to collpase right in that spot. She was so close to getting Bill back into her life, she didn't care if he didn't love her like they used to be, just as long as they were all friends and partners again. Just as long as she could see him again. Just one last time, even if it was for his funeral, least then she would know what happened to him and knew where he was. It was easier than not knowing, never knowing.
They burst through the bushes right into their 'usual' campsite. Lucky was there, and so was a little boy. Ash didn;t see either of them. She went right to her stash, hidden behind a half loose piece of bark in a hollow section of a tree, and set up her tent, as numbly as she had done several times before. But those times were different numbness. Numbness from the cold, from pain, hangovers, exaustion, all of those. This was a new numbness for her, it wasn;t even bad those years ago when she was seperated from everybody.
Well, because, then she knew they were all alive.
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Post by frostdragon13 on Aug 27, 2007 7:20:24 GMT -5
(Yeah, If you'd like. I'm sort of re-writing the whole mythology of things, but when I have my random insomnia spells, I do weird things like that. I came up with most of this last night, actually. Okay, so from my last post, the idea was that Emily had recived a letter from Will indicating that he was returning to Port Royal if you recall. If given the current facts and information from the movies, that's impossible. He can't for another 10 years. Well my wild and crazy theory says he can and here's why... ...as the new "Davey Jones", it is William's job to escort to souls of the dead sailors to the afterworld, if you recall from the 3rd movie. But I came up with the idea that he cannot do that just yet because he doesn't have the keys. The keys to the underworld. The keys in question would be the two lockets that once belonged to Tia Dalma "Calypso" and Davy Jones. If Will connects the two lockets and sticks them inside the wall if they Flying Dutchman, then the ship will have passage into the afterworld. But seeing how William failed to capture the lockets before Calypso and Davy Jones took a final dive into the water, the lockets are now lying on the bottom of the ocean. If William does not posess the keys, he is not yet the true escort, therefore, the rules about setting foot on land do not apply to him YET. Also, there is a difference between the afterworld and the locker. Jack went to the locker. The locker is a jail-like abyss that only the most cused and sinful sailors are banished to. The afterworld is more of a "heaven" of sorts for saiors and pirates. You can enter the locker with only one key, but for the afterworld you need two. That's why they could enter the locker to rescue Jack. They had Tia Dalma with them and she posessed one of the two keys. To make things worse, William does not have much time to retrive them because, if you recall from the movies, if the escort fails to bring the souls of the dead to their final dwelling, he will be turned into a big gross slimy squidy man. William doesn not want to become a big gross slimy squidy man, so that's why he's in such a hurry to get Jack's help, BECAUSE... *gasps for air, then continues* ...Jack has that magical compass. If Jack can use the compass to locate the Isle de Murta and the cursed Aztec tresure, they can use the curse to their advantage by turning into skeletons under the moonlight, then finding the location of the two lockets, then diving to the bottom of the ocean to retrive them, then giving them to Will to resume his duty. I know it's a mouthful and a hell of a plotline, but that's really just the core of it. If you guys work with me, we can add all sorts of sub-plots as well. We could add in Ash being re-united with Bootstrap Bill once William returns. We could have the relationship between Jack and Lucky develop into a more obvious love for each other, and perhaps we could end this thing with a kiss? We could have Emily find her uncle and mother out there and we could learn more about Ky's background and have him finnaly become a real pirate and to stop pretending once and for all. It's going to be work, but it's also going to be ALOT of fun! If we all work together, I see it as an oppertunity to create something silver-screen worthy. To create our own high-seas adventure using our own creations and the people and places everyone else already knows and loves. We can do it! I know we can! All I need is your stamps of approval. So what do ye say? Shall we set sail for a masterpeice fanfic?)
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Post by frostdragon13 on Aug 27, 2007 7:24:13 GMT -5
(And please, even thought I've thought this out thoroughly, if you see any bugs in my plotline, please let me know, and we can work something out together. That is, if you all want to put together this grand shebang in the first place.)
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Brokenhearts
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Post by Brokenhearts on Aug 27, 2007 7:35:02 GMT -5
*hands ovr stamp tht sez YE* i likey ^___^ tho u may need 2 keep remindin us =P
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Post by frostdragon13 on Aug 27, 2007 7:36:35 GMT -5
(Will do. ;D This is gonna be squeet!!!!!! ;D Now we just need Techy and Tash to agree... *waits eagerly for them to come online* )
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Brokenhearts
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Post by Brokenhearts on Aug 27, 2007 7:41:44 GMT -5
(*w8s bt falls asleep while w8ing* =P)
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Post by frostdragon13 on Aug 27, 2007 7:45:43 GMT -5
(*falls asleep on top of Broky*)
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Post by Techy on Aug 27, 2007 20:40:56 GMT -5
*stamps Frosty's forehead with yes stamp* I likey it!!!! Broky, your turn to post. I haven;t seen Tash in awhile.
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Post by Brokenhearts on Aug 28, 2007 5:43:40 GMT -5
Lucky woke with a start. she had heard what had sort of sounded like a thunder clap. then she looked to her right and she saw it was just jack snoring. she smiled to herself and settled back down again. she was half aware of jack putting his arm round her, but she was still half asleep. half formed thorts of hw bill was probably going to wake them up soon and of hw barbossa had bttr have made breakfast as it was his turn ran thru her mind. then suddenly she realised wat was rong with those thorts. she jumped up with a yelp, remembrin wat had happend the day before.
"wass-rong woman," slurred Jack, his unfocused eyes settled on Lucky then he gave a start, "wat'cha doin 'ere girl?!" then memories seemed to remind him of the past. "o rite… this is your camp huh?"
"you got tha' ri'e, matey," she snapped at him, she was hung over, but that wud only last another ten minutes, "wa' the hell were yer doin in MA ten'?!"
"well uh… Ash were in a bad mood," he explained pathetically, "and i didn' want it ter rain on me… so i crawled in and… 'ere we are."
"Do it again an' i kill yer," she hissed, getting up and kicking him. it was really made so much worse by the fact tht she was only half dressed, she hated wearin ALL her clothes to bed, so she guessed jack had gotten in after she had settled down to sleep. "GE' OU'!" she yelled at him, "OWT!"
"wha-" then he seemed to realise, he just grinned, "aw cummon lass… it's no' like i ain't seen it before."
Lucky glowered at him. "get owt… or, so help me god, i will make sure yer can' hire a prostitute eva again- goddit?" jack got it and scrambled out of her tent a fast as he could, he knew very well that Lucky carried out her threats- he had seen it enough times.
she pulled on her shirt, trousers and her jacket over that- all leather but for the silk shirt she had stolen off a rich man wen he thort she was a prositute. she scowled to herself, as another memory struk her. where was that kid that had tuned out of no where?! she looked round her tiny tent. not there. she scrambled outside, eyes darting evrywhere. she saw jack re-kindling a fire, Ash's hidey-home (asd lucky called it anyway), their provisions, the horses, evrything! but that kid.
"wheres the kid??" demaned Lucky, kicking jack.
"dunno," he replied, sticking his tongue out in concentration. at getting the sticks to light, "i saw 'im las' ni'e tho. rude lil bugger 'im… reminds me of me…"
"shut up…" muttered Lucky, rolling her eyes, then she sighed, "i 'ope he went home… coz othrwise tha' means 'e's in trouble."
Jack looked at her sideways and grinned. "oooo…" he teased, "motherin' are we Lucky?"
"I 'ope u enjoyed ur time with christie," she teased rite back, "u wn' b able ter 'ave 'er again if u dn' shut yer trap!"
Jack looked at her again, then hid his grin. he knew very well how much she hated being teased.
she sighed. "i missd yer jack," she murmered, sitting down next to him.
he glanced at her, but she was gazing into the fire. "i missd yer too lass," he replied.
lucky looked up and smiled at him, then put her arms round his neck hugging him tightly. "run away again and i dunno if ill hunt u dwn 2 kill yer or jus' ge' u back."
"i hope its ter ge' me back," he replied, hugging her back sort of awkwardly.
after a moment she got up. "ill go wake ash."
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Post by Techy on Aug 28, 2007 8:30:13 GMT -5
Ash hadn't slept all night. Memories of Bill and Barbossa and just the crew before we're haunting her. She tossed and turned, but she hadn't gotten more than a light sleep for half the night. She would be crabby this morning, least Jack and Lucky were used to her being crabby. She had never always gotten a good amount of sleep, nobody ever did. Problem was, it was Bill who always made sure she kept her temper in check, and could control her when she lost it. It was Bill who made sure she had her tea (the only thing that could calm her down when it was due to lack of sleep) and had enough that she was calm by noon.
Suddenly, a thought hit her. 'Bill's still out there. If he was under Davey Jones, he can't die until he's let either into the locker or into the afterlife. And he doesn't have to go there at all if he doesn't want to. Doesn't matter if he's not allowed back on land, or slightly warped due to time on Daveys ship, he was still alive.'
Lucky's head popped into her tent/tree hole-house thing, and Ash chucked a pillow at her, hitting her square in the face. Maybe she wouldn't be in such a bad mood this morning.
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Post by Brokenhearts on Aug 28, 2007 12:57:07 GMT -5
"OW!" complained lucky rubbing her nose, "tha' was uncalld 4 luv! do u have rocks in there or sumthin'?!"
Ash just looked at her.
"fine fine fine! but ge' ur ass owt 'ere soon… jack's bein' weird… erer… than usual… e's no' drunk! do we have any rum? no wai', i no i do. jus'… jus' ge' up soon! ill make you teeeaaaa." she grinned angelically. she saw ash's face brighten slightly. "ok u smiled im off the hook- WOO!"
she ducked out again, went 2 her tent, grabbed a pot, a hand full of tea leaves (IN the pot) and a bottle of rum. she poured water from a water-skin into the pot and put it over the fire. she took a huge swig of rum, then handed it to jack.
"drink id'up righ' now," she stated, "othrwise ull freak me out. your no' u wen yer sober."
jack looked up at her taking the bottle and tipped it in2 his mouth. "jeez… do you want me drunk or sumthin?!"
"yes," said Lucky bluntly, "ur weird sober."
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Post by Techy on Aug 28, 2007 17:27:49 GMT -5
Ash groaned, and flopped backwards again. Only when the aroma of the half boiled tea hit her square in the face did she finally get moving. She pulled on the rest of her clothes (similar to Lucky, she slept in only her undergarments), and crawled outside. Jack was slightly drunk, but that actually meant he knew more about what he was doing (least, usually, as captain on the Black Pearl he did) and he seemed like his old self.
"Morn', love, sleep well?" he asked, downing the rest of the rum he had in the bottle in his hand.
"If you consider a light sleep for only half the night well, then yes. I slept well. Slept better before though." she mumbled, crawling over to a spot next to the fire, where her tea was steeping and almost to a boil in the pot, "How much longer? And don't either of you do anything stupid to make me angry. You two know better than anybody else 'round here how short of a fuse I have some mornings." With a sigh, she added, "I miss Bill."
"We all miss Bill, love." Jack replied, giving her a slight nudge on the shoulder as he gave the bottle back to Lucky.
Ash's only responce was to pull her knees to her chest and watch the bubbles rise to the top of the pot.
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Post by Brokenhearts on Aug 28, 2007 17:45:14 GMT -5
"naw mate," said Lucky lazily, "yer better finish it..." she glanced at it, then took it back, gulped a few times then passed it back, "right, now im be'er. bu' yer finish it. i need yer well and truly drunk before i ge' any sense outta yer." she looked at Ash. "tha' 'as ter b the weirdest thin ter say ter a guy." she frowned at her partner. "u alri'e luv? yer caaan' think o' bill now. e'd wan' yer ter live yer life… no' die wishin yer 'ad…" she leaned over and stirred the pot of tea, hoping ash wud reply.
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