Ghosts Of The Abyss: Chapter 6
ZeldaQueen: Why yes, I do believe it's time for more Gethesemane!
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Chapter 6
(Author’s Notes: Ahoy, mates. Sorry I haven’t updated in a while.
ZeldaQueen: I’m not
Writer’s block.
ZeldaQueen: *swings it at her head* Yes it is!
Well, I’m posting again, go me. Also, I have come to a conclusion: Davy Jones. Is emo. Yep. I think he’s emo.)
ZeldaQueen: Well, I think that right there explains a lot. And is it just me, or does that make it sound like canon Jones’ angst is trivial? “Pfft, stop being so emo! Your lover only missed your once-every-ten-year time to make port and broke your heart, causing you to abandon your duties, turn into a sea creature, betray said lover to the Brethren Court, kill sailors, sink ships, and generally spend an eternity being miserable! Go have sex with the Mary Sue, right now!”
Jack
ZeldaQueen: Point of view change, take a shot! \~/
Night fell again.
ZeldaQueen: - right on Kate’s head. It was glorious
Kate stood at the railing of the ship’s helm, looking out over the gloomy surface of the water. She seemed disturbed;
ZeldaQueen: “Seemed” disturbed? Ohhhh buddy, she’s fucking insane!
And I’m not even exaggerating here. Just you all wait and see what she does to poor Calypso later on
I could see a look in her eyes that I had never before seen. She seemed to be in pain.
ZeldaQueen: No, that’s just the readers
Reluctantly relinquishing the wheel to Barbossa, I walked over to her.
ZeldaQueen: Yes, because Jack would willingly hand over control of the Pearl, his most beloved thing in all of the world, to his most hated rival
I stood beside her, placing my hand on her shoulder.
ZeldaQueen: And his other hand was placed on her boobs.
What? Don’t pretend Gethesemane wasn’t fantasizing about that!
“Kate? Honey, what’s wrong?”
ZeldaQueen: Gawd, I can just hear Jack speaking like Link from manwithoutabody’s reading of My Inner Life.
She didn’t look at me, yet in the moonlight, I could see tear tracks streaming down her face.
ZeldaQueen: Ah, she’s just attention whoring. Never mind
“I don’t know,” she said softly. “I just feel overwhelmed here.”
“Overwhelmed?”
“With sadness, pain; feelings of remorse and betrayal.”
ZeldaQueen: Who called it?
She began to sob, and I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her to my chest. I could feel her warm tears caress my skin through my shirt.
ZeldaQueen: Through the shirt? How much was she crying? Does she have a fucking garden hose behind her eyeballs or something?
I glanced over my shoulder upon hearing a soft noise, and I found Tia Dalma standing a short distance away, her face also saddened.
“There is a lot of pain in these waters,” she said softly.
ZeldaQueen: There’s also a lot of pains in these asses
She then turned and walked down the stairs, and I returned my attention to Kate,
ZeldaQueen: (Gethesemane) “As is proper!”
who had calmed slightly. Suddenly, she gasped and withdrew from my arms.
“Jack, what’s that?”
“What?”
She pointed downwards. “There, in the water.”
ZeldaQueen: (Jack) “Huh, why it looks like a group of people waving sporks and calling for your head on a platter”
I looked over the railing, and I felt my eyes widened; beneath the ship were pale apparitions of various pirates, most of whom I knew. Their eyes were closed; none seem to notice the ship as it silently sailed over them.
ZeldaQueen: “Over” them? Over? Now I have this image of the Pearl comically running over them like a cartoon steamroller!
Oh, and Gethesemane here seems to be under the impression that these are just the people Beckett killed. These are all dead people. That’s the point, that they sort of have to drift on their own, because Jones isn’t guiding them to the afterlife
“Father!” cried Elizabeth from the opposite side of the ship.
Kate and I turned and walked over to her; various people silently rowed past in boats, lighted only by a single lantern at the bow, casting sorrowful glows upon their faces.
“Elizabeth!” returned Governor Swann. “Are you dead?”
ZeldaQueen: What, what? Did he just Apparate into the scene? Couldn’t Gethesemane spare a sentence or two of explanation? “Governor Swann was in one of the boats. Elizabeth’s face was pale as she watched him drift by.” There! How hard was that?
Elizabeth shook her head. “No!”
“I think I am.”
ZeldaQueen: (Governor Swan) “At least I’m officially out of this fan fiction though. Go me!”
Elizabeth hurried towards the mast, withdrew a rope, and tossed it overboard towards her father.
“Grab the line!” she cried. “We’ll pull you aboard!”
He didn’t touch the line. “I remember…something about a chest. Inside is a beating heart. Stab the heart…. What does it mean?”
I glanced at Kate. “He knows about the chest of Davy Jones.”
ZeldaQueen: You know, I think the only reason this bit was kept was because it tied in to Davy Jones. This is just glossed over and pointless
“Grab the line!” cried Elizabeth desperately.
“I’ll give your love to your mother,” said Governor Swann calmly as he sailed towards an enshrouding mist.
Elizabeth began to sob, and Will hurried to comfort her. Kate wrapped her arms tightly around my side, and I embraced her, gently stroking her hair.
ZeldaQueen: Yes Gethesemane, by all means go into flowery detail about your self insert snuggling with Johnny Depp Jack Sparrow and skip over the emotional reaction of the girl who just saw her father, her only living relative, drifting off to the afterlife!!! Kate didn’t even feel bad! And no, don’t tell me that hugging Jack counts, he’s not the one who just lost a father!
You know what, take a drink just for that. She's pretty much using the death of Elizabeth's father as an excuse to show off with Jack \~/
“Is there a way?” asked Will.
ZeldaQueen: I find it hilarious that Will is the other character that Gethesemane hates and yet he’s the one showing actual sorrow for Elizabeth’s loss
Tia Dalma shook her head. “Him at peace.”
ZeldaQueen: And…that’s it. Hm, no mention of the fact that Davy Jones was screwing over the dead by neglecting his duties. I guess Gethesemane didn’t want to bring up the fact that Jones isn’t a totally blameless woobie, or that the captain of the Flying Dutchman actually has responsibilities
The night wore on, yet several of the crew, still unnerved, did not sleep, including Kate and me.
ZeldaQueen: Kate and I *seethes*
Kate stood nestled at my side, and together we sat on the stairs leading to the helm. Barbossa was still at the wheel, but I would usurp him of it once Kate drifted to sleep.
ZeldaQueen: Translation - once the Sue’s influence began to wear thin, Jack would return to character.
And am I the only one who finds it silly that she’s supposed to be so tough and feisty and yet she needs to be held like a baby until she falls asleep? We get no word that Elizabeth needs such coddling and it was her father who died!
The silence was shattered by
ZeldaQueen: An AK-47
a soft cry from Kate, who immediately brought a hand to her stomach, her face contorted in pain.
ZeldaQueen: *waves cutlass* Yo ho!
“Kate?”
She didn’t answer, but groaned softly. I gently removed her hand, and was appalled to see blood gushing from a bullet wound in her stomach.
ZeldaQueen: *flatly* “Appalled”. He found it “appalling” that his wife was bleeding profusely from the stomach.
Also, how does he know it’s a bullet wound aside from the fact that it’s bad foreshadowing that she’s Sirena?
“Oh, God,” I breathed.
“Jack!” she cried.
ZeldaQueen: No time for staircase sex, you guys!
I glanced at Barbossa, who watched with concern. He hurried down the steps.
ZeldaQueen: (Barbossa) “Careful now! We might just be able to kill the Sue without falling under suspicion!”
“She has a bullet wound in her stomach,” I told him. “But how could she? We would have heard a gunshot.”
ZeldaQueen: - which would have come from a gun
The crew had come to stand around us.
“Someone get me rum!” I told them.
“Jack, this is no time to be getting drunk!” countered Elizabeth.
ZeldaQueen: (Jack) “Yes it is, the Sue’s dead!”
“Not to drink! To clean the wound!”
ZeldaQueen: It…doesn’t really work like that, you know.
“Oh.”
ZeldaQueen: JESUS CHRIST, GETHESEMANE!
I’m sorry, but that was exactly the same stunt she pulled with Johanna, making her all ditzy and air headed! Exactly the same!
She hurried down into the below-deck corridor.
ZeldaQueen: Which doesn’t exist, because this isn’t a cruise ship, you twat!
“Jack,” murmured Kate weakly.
“I’m right here,” I answered, pressing my hand atop the wound to stem the bleeding. “I’m right here, love.”
Her eyes began to flutter; the blood was still gushing vehemently.
ZeldaQueen: This keeps getting better and better. Would anyone in the audience like champagne?
“She’s going to bleed to death,” Barbossa said.
ZeldaQueen: HOORAY!
“She will not die,” said Tia Dalma from behind.
ZeldaQueen: Oh fuck!
I turned and looked at her. “She won’t if we stop the bleeding.”
“No. She will not die. Wait. Step back from her.”
ZeldaQueen: Please, let it be a trick! C’mon Tia Dalma, lie to them so they stop paying attention to the Sue and she’ll die!!!
“You’re daft! I’m not leaving her side!”
She grabbed my arm and pulled me away from her. “Watch.”
I watched, dumbstruck,
ZeldaQueen: As per bloody usual
as the wound disappeared from my wife’s stomach. All that remained was a blood stain - her skin had no marks to suggest that such a violent wound had ever been sustained.
ZeldaQueen: *grumpy* Well, it was good while it lasted
Kate slowly sat up, looking at me, confused. “What happened? Why am I covered in blood?”
ZeldaQueen: (Kate) “And why am I on a prom stage with Sissy Spacek…oh shit!”
I stared, and then turned to look at Tia Dalma.
“What did you do?” I demanded.
ZeldaQueen: (Tia Dalma) “I made a valiant attempt to restore canon. When I succeed, you’ll thank me”
“We sailed over Sirena’s grave,” Tia Dalma answered. “Kate was reliving her death.”
ZeldaQueen: Oh, if only!
She looked over at Kate. “Three souls, one body.”
ZeldaQueen: I beg to differ. That stone-hearted bitch is completely and utterly soulless
(Author’s Note 2: Me again. Any guesses as to what or whom those three souls are?)
ZeldaQueen: OH GEE, I HAVE NO IDEA! IT’S NOT LIKE IT WAS REVEALED IN THE LAST FUCKING STORY THAT SHE’S THE REINCARNATION OF SIRENA!!!
Seriously, how the fuck does she think this is a surprise? How? This is right out of Stephenie Meyer‘s School of Dumbassery, forgetting that you‘ve already revealed something!
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ZeldaQueen: Alrighty, I'm very sorry for the lack of updates as of late. My semester is ending in about two weeks, so I have a bunch of papers to write and revise, plus work is keeping me busy, plus I just got sick. Hopefully with classes over soon, I'll be a little more freed up.
Also, on upcoming sporkings - I'll be continuing this of course, but I also will be starting up Betrayed very soon. I just finished it and...it's really, really bad. We're still going ahead with the group sporking of City of Bones. If you need a reminder of who is doing what chapters, you can check it out here.
So yeah, all pumped for the future! Ye-haw! *fist pump*
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