Ghosts Of The Abyss: Chapter 8
ZeldaQueen: Time for more Ghosts of the Abyss! We're nearly halfway to That Scene We Shan't Speak Of, and nearly a quarter of the way through the entire fic. Hang in there, ladies and gentlemen!
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Chapter 8
Katherine
ZeldaQueen: \~/
Days slowly passed. The heat had become almost unbearable; water and rum began to dwindle. It was due to the heat that I had grown sick to my stomach, and frequently had to release that sickness over the side of the ship. I had also begun feeling dizzy as a result of the merciless sun’s vengeful beating.
ZeldaQueen: Um, aren’t you a pirate? Haven’t you been out in the elements before?
And yes, I know even tough people can get sick when it’s hot out and there’s no water. I don’t want to give the benefit of the doubt though, because of how useless this idiot has been, and how Gethesemane is determined to make her a Victorian Flower and pass her off as a pirate who’s better than Elizabeth
I stood at Jack’s side once again,
ZeldaQueen: Because she must remain in close proximity to him at all times, so that everyone remembers that he is Hers and Hers Alone
feeling ill, yet enduring it so as not to instigate worry on Jack’s account.
ZeldaQueen: Bella Swan vibes. Lovely
I rested my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes as a reprieve. Thankfully, the attempt wasn’t completely in vain.
ZeldaQueen: Dude, just say “I closed my eyes and felt a little better”! You’re not in Victorian London!
Another wave of nausea washed over me, an urgent one. I broke away from Jack’s arms and hurried to the side of the ship. I could feel Jack’s hand on my back as he stood next to me. When I finished, I slowly sank to my knees, placing my head in my hands.
“Something’s wrong with ye, love,” Jack said softly as he helped me to my feet.
ZeldaQueen: There’s a lot of things wrong with her.
And since when did Jack ever say “ye”?
“It’s the heat,” I answered, my voice quivering slightly.
I was feeling weak. My vision began to blur, and then slowly fade to black as I collapsed against my husband.
ZeldaQueen: You know, I don’t think even Jenna Silverblade passed out from the heat.
…FAIL, Suethor!
When I awoke an unknown length of time, I found myself in the shade of the captain’s cabin; I was lying on the bed, a cool rag draped across my forehead. I attempted to sit upright, but I felt a pair of warm, strong hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me down to the bed.
“Don’t overdo it,” said Jack, who was sitting at my side. “You fainted up on deck.”
ZeldaQueen: What a charming wuss! She’s just tucked away in bed like a five-year-old and gets her forehead all sponged while her hand is held. I bet if she hadn’t woken up by now, they would have sung her a lullaby and set up a humidifier for her
“It’s the heat, Jack. It’s unbearable.”
ZeldaQueen: YES, YOU SAID THAT!
He handed to me a glass bottle, not of rum, but water. I drank from it wildly, downing the cool liquid in only a few gulps.
ZeldaQueen: I bet the crew loved that. They’re still trapped in World’s End, and we were just told how water supplies were down
He watched me with concern, and seemed to have thought something, but shook his head.
ZeldaQueen: *laughs her ass off* OH YES, JACK SPARROW, THINK SOMETHING? INCONCEIVABLE!
“What?” I asked him.
“Nothing.”
I quirked a brow, but didn’t pursue the issue.
ZeldaQueen: Is anything going to happen? Like, at all?
When night fell, I returned to the deck. Uncle Hector greeted me when I emerged, looking at me with a knowing expression.
“What is it?” I asked him.
ZeldaQueen: (Barbossa) “You’re a Mary Sue”
“Jack tells me you’ve been sick,” he answered as we walked to the port side of the ship. “I don’t think it’s the heat that’s got ye vexed.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You and Jack have been spending a lot of time together since we found him, aye?”
I nodded, still puzzled. “Of course.”
He smiled. “It’s not the heat, lass, that much is for certain.”
He then walked away from me, leaving me to stare after him, puzzled.
ZeldaQueen: *headdesk*
He just said “You’ve been boinking your husband, I don’t think you passed out from the heat” and she still doesn’t get it? Kate, do you think he was bringing up your sex life just because?
And take a drink for that, as we were kindly reminded that yes, Gethesemane Kate and Jack have been getting jiggy with it \~/
Late that night, Jack and I prepared for bed;
ZeldaQueen: Because that’s all you use him for - sex.
I suppose I should be grateful. At least Gethesemane never subscribed to Link’s Queen’s “sex while pregnant makes the baby stronger” school of thought
Gibbs had relieved
ZeldaQueen: - himself, over the edge of the ship
Jack of the wheel. As we slipped into bed together, I laid my head on Jack’s bare chest, and I felt him idly caress my back. We lay together in the darkness for an unknown length of time, both of us still awake despite the late hour.
“How are we going to get back?” I asked.
ZeldaQueen: (Mary Sue) "There is still more canon I must corrupt!"
“The charts,” he answered as he looked at me.
“The charts show a way to the Locker, but not out of it,” I said.
“You haven’t looked at it yet.”
I looked at him; he knew something, something more than what he was telling me. This wasn’t uncommon; Jack was hesitant to share much knowledge with everyone.
ZeldaQueen: Um, what was the point of that scene? All we saw was Kate reminding us that yes, Jack sleeps with her.
...Again, I believe I've answered my own question \~/
The next evening, sunset was quickly approaching. I watched from the railing as Jack sat behind me, looking at the charts.
“Up is down…” he muttered. “That’s just maddeningly unhelpful.”
I looked over at him and walked over to him. “You’re frustrated.”
“You have a keen sense of the obvious.”
ZeldaQueen: And Gethesemane has a lack of a keen sense of humor
I shifted my eyes, and watched as he slowly rotated the charts again. He stared at it for a moment, and then his eyes widened, as if in some sort of epiphany.
ZeldaQueen: He then whipped out his razors and began singing about how he would have vengence
He then hurried down to the deck, and I followed suit.
ZeldaQueen: Because despite your many insistances that you're a Strong Female Character, you aren't worth shit unless you're trailing behind him like a pull toy behind a child
“What’s that over there?” he asked, looking out the port side.
ZeldaQueen: (Jack) "Sporkers! We're saved!"
Confused, the crew watched as he began to run to and fro; I noticed that the ship was slowly beginning to rock.
“He’s got it!” breathed my uncle from behind.
ZeldaQueen: ...Either my mind's really dirty, or it sounds like Barbossa is engaging in anal sex
I hurried down to the deck, where the crew was beginning to follow Jack’s lead. The ship was beginning to tip rather violently, and it wasn’t long before the ship was on her side. I grasped the railing as the ship stood sharply on its side.
“Hold on,” Jack said to me as the ship began to waver.
Slowly, the ship overturned in a flurry of white foam. The crew struggled to hang on to rope and rail, and Jack looked over at me. I exchanged his glance.
ZeldaQueen: I wonder what the exchange rage for glances are
We waited for several silent moments; my lungs began screaming for air, yet I didn’t panic.
ZeldaQueen: She did begin to worry when Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent showed up and clubbed her with The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, for stealing their most famous line
Suddenly, a green flash erupted through the water, and Jack and I exchanged glances once again. Not even seconds later, the sea began to rush towards us rather vehemently. The ship was upright again.
“We’re back!” I exclaimed as I jumped into Jack’s arms. “I married a genius!”
ZeldaQueen: Are you into polygmy then? Because the only husband I've seen you have is that Jack Sparrow doppleganger
He laughed as we kissed; around us, the crew was celebrating as well. The celebration was short lived, however; Uncle Hector, Will, Elizabeth, Jack, and I withdrew our pistols, aiming them at one another.
ZeldaQueen: ...Blu what? Why?
I mean, I know why they did it in canon. Barbossa, Jack, and Will and Elizabeth were all following their own agendas and knew that force was the only way to get what they needed. I have no idea why Kate has joined in, though. She clearly doesn't give two shits about Will and Elizabeth's plight and has no idea what either Jack or Barbossa are planning.
Ah well, we were reminded that Will and Elizabeth exist. Take two drinks \~/\~/
“The Brethren’s gathering, Jack,” said Uncle Hector. “You’re comin’; there’ll be no runnin’ this time. And you, too, Kate.”
I looked at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
ZeldaQueen: Dude, you're an idiot
“Your father was one of the nine pirate lords,” Uncle Hector answered. “When he died, he passed that position on to you. He didn’t think that the Brethren would be gathering again, but he didn’t think it would hurt to choose you as his successor.”
ZeldaQueen: She...doesn't know this? She knew her father was Blackbeard and she didn't bother to know who he appointed as his successor in the Brethren Court?
“Kate’s not going anywhere,” Jack said.
ZeldaQueen: And of course she isn't speaking up for herself, because Her Man Has Spoken. Meyer, eat your heart out
“Both of you are,” returned Uncle Hector.
Jack pulled the trigger on his pistol, yet there was no gunfire.
ZeldaQueen: And Will and Elizabeth are ignored in favor of talking about Kate. \~/ By now, I'm pretty sure Gethesemane has just forgotten that Beckett is trying to kill them. No idea why they pulled out their pistols as well. I guess they saw everyone else doing it and wanted to be cool
“Wet powder,” he muttered. “Damn.”
He turned to the crew. “Back to your stations!”
ZeldaQueen: (Crew) "Well, that was pointless!"
The crew scurried about, and Jack led me to the helm, taking the wheel once again.
“Wait!” cried Pintel. “We can use ‘em as clubs!”
ZeldaQueen: Blu, what? Where did they come from?
Ragetti glanced at his own pistol, and then proceeded to test out Pintel’s theory. Pintel glared, rubbing his head.
“Bloody pirate,” he muttered.
ZeldaQueen: *canned laugher*
(Author’s Note: I’ve received a few messages asking if this story is going to be darker than Heart of the Sea. The answer is yes;
ZeldaQueen: Not that it's that hard to do. You pretty much gloss over the nasty bits and pretend they don't exist
I’ve got darker subject matter in this story than I did in Heart of the Sea, and I’m wondering if the tone of this story will match AWE. I don’t know about that, though.)
ZeldaQueen: Well, tentacle sex does go a long way
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Chapter 8
Katherine
ZeldaQueen: \~/
Days slowly passed. The heat had become almost unbearable; water and rum began to dwindle. It was due to the heat that I had grown sick to my stomach, and frequently had to release that sickness over the side of the ship. I had also begun feeling dizzy as a result of the merciless sun’s vengeful beating.
ZeldaQueen: Um, aren’t you a pirate? Haven’t you been out in the elements before?
And yes, I know even tough people can get sick when it’s hot out and there’s no water. I don’t want to give the benefit of the doubt though, because of how useless this idiot has been, and how Gethesemane is determined to make her a Victorian Flower and pass her off as a pirate who’s better than Elizabeth
I stood at Jack’s side once again,
ZeldaQueen: Because she must remain in close proximity to him at all times, so that everyone remembers that he is Hers and Hers Alone
feeling ill, yet enduring it so as not to instigate worry on Jack’s account.
ZeldaQueen: Bella Swan vibes. Lovely
I rested my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes as a reprieve. Thankfully, the attempt wasn’t completely in vain.
ZeldaQueen: Dude, just say “I closed my eyes and felt a little better”! You’re not in Victorian London!
Another wave of nausea washed over me, an urgent one. I broke away from Jack’s arms and hurried to the side of the ship. I could feel Jack’s hand on my back as he stood next to me. When I finished, I slowly sank to my knees, placing my head in my hands.
“Something’s wrong with ye, love,” Jack said softly as he helped me to my feet.
ZeldaQueen: There’s a lot of things wrong with her.
And since when did Jack ever say “ye”?
“It’s the heat,” I answered, my voice quivering slightly.
I was feeling weak. My vision began to blur, and then slowly fade to black as I collapsed against my husband.
ZeldaQueen: You know, I don’t think even Jenna Silverblade passed out from the heat.
…FAIL, Suethor!
When I awoke an unknown length of time, I found myself in the shade of the captain’s cabin; I was lying on the bed, a cool rag draped across my forehead. I attempted to sit upright, but I felt a pair of warm, strong hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me down to the bed.
“Don’t overdo it,” said Jack, who was sitting at my side. “You fainted up on deck.”
ZeldaQueen: What a charming wuss! She’s just tucked away in bed like a five-year-old and gets her forehead all sponged while her hand is held. I bet if she hadn’t woken up by now, they would have sung her a lullaby and set up a humidifier for her
“It’s the heat, Jack. It’s unbearable.”
ZeldaQueen: YES, YOU SAID THAT!
He handed to me a glass bottle, not of rum, but water. I drank from it wildly, downing the cool liquid in only a few gulps.
ZeldaQueen: I bet the crew loved that. They’re still trapped in World’s End, and we were just told how water supplies were down
He watched me with concern, and seemed to have thought something, but shook his head.
ZeldaQueen: *laughs her ass off* OH YES, JACK SPARROW, THINK SOMETHING? INCONCEIVABLE!
“What?” I asked him.
“Nothing.”
I quirked a brow, but didn’t pursue the issue.
ZeldaQueen: Is anything going to happen? Like, at all?
When night fell, I returned to the deck. Uncle Hector greeted me when I emerged, looking at me with a knowing expression.
“What is it?” I asked him.
ZeldaQueen: (Barbossa) “You’re a Mary Sue”
“Jack tells me you’ve been sick,” he answered as we walked to the port side of the ship. “I don’t think it’s the heat that’s got ye vexed.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You and Jack have been spending a lot of time together since we found him, aye?”
I nodded, still puzzled. “Of course.”
He smiled. “It’s not the heat, lass, that much is for certain.”
He then walked away from me, leaving me to stare after him, puzzled.
ZeldaQueen: *headdesk*
He just said “You’ve been boinking your husband, I don’t think you passed out from the heat” and she still doesn’t get it? Kate, do you think he was bringing up your sex life just because?
And take a drink for that, as we were kindly reminded that yes, Gethesemane Kate and Jack have been getting jiggy with it \~/
Late that night, Jack and I prepared for bed;
ZeldaQueen: Because that’s all you use him for - sex.
I suppose I should be grateful. At least Gethesemane never subscribed to Link’s Queen’s “sex while pregnant makes the baby stronger” school of thought
Gibbs had relieved
ZeldaQueen: - himself, over the edge of the ship
Jack of the wheel. As we slipped into bed together, I laid my head on Jack’s bare chest, and I felt him idly caress my back. We lay together in the darkness for an unknown length of time, both of us still awake despite the late hour.
“How are we going to get back?” I asked.
ZeldaQueen: (Mary Sue) "There is still more canon I must corrupt!"
“The charts,” he answered as he looked at me.
“The charts show a way to the Locker, but not out of it,” I said.
“You haven’t looked at it yet.”
I looked at him; he knew something, something more than what he was telling me. This wasn’t uncommon; Jack was hesitant to share much knowledge with everyone.
ZeldaQueen: Um, what was the point of that scene? All we saw was Kate reminding us that yes, Jack sleeps with her.
...Again, I believe I've answered my own question \~/
The next evening, sunset was quickly approaching. I watched from the railing as Jack sat behind me, looking at the charts.
“Up is down…” he muttered. “That’s just maddeningly unhelpful.”
I looked over at him and walked over to him. “You’re frustrated.”
“You have a keen sense of the obvious.”
ZeldaQueen: And Gethesemane has a lack of a keen sense of humor
I shifted my eyes, and watched as he slowly rotated the charts again. He stared at it for a moment, and then his eyes widened, as if in some sort of epiphany.
ZeldaQueen: He then whipped out his razors and began singing about how he would have vengence
He then hurried down to the deck, and I followed suit.
ZeldaQueen: Because despite your many insistances that you're a Strong Female Character, you aren't worth shit unless you're trailing behind him like a pull toy behind a child
“What’s that over there?” he asked, looking out the port side.
ZeldaQueen: (Jack) "Sporkers! We're saved!"
Confused, the crew watched as he began to run to and fro; I noticed that the ship was slowly beginning to rock.
“He’s got it!” breathed my uncle from behind.
ZeldaQueen: ...Either my mind's really dirty, or it sounds like Barbossa is engaging in anal sex
I hurried down to the deck, where the crew was beginning to follow Jack’s lead. The ship was beginning to tip rather violently, and it wasn’t long before the ship was on her side. I grasped the railing as the ship stood sharply on its side.
“Hold on,” Jack said to me as the ship began to waver.
Slowly, the ship overturned in a flurry of white foam. The crew struggled to hang on to rope and rail, and Jack looked over at me. I exchanged his glance.
ZeldaQueen: I wonder what the exchange rage for glances are
We waited for several silent moments; my lungs began screaming for air, yet I didn’t panic.
ZeldaQueen: She did begin to worry when Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent showed up and clubbed her with The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, for stealing their most famous line
Suddenly, a green flash erupted through the water, and Jack and I exchanged glances once again. Not even seconds later, the sea began to rush towards us rather vehemently. The ship was upright again.
“We’re back!” I exclaimed as I jumped into Jack’s arms. “I married a genius!”
ZeldaQueen: Are you into polygmy then? Because the only husband I've seen you have is that Jack Sparrow doppleganger
He laughed as we kissed; around us, the crew was celebrating as well. The celebration was short lived, however; Uncle Hector, Will, Elizabeth, Jack, and I withdrew our pistols, aiming them at one another.
ZeldaQueen: ...Blu what? Why?
I mean, I know why they did it in canon. Barbossa, Jack, and Will and Elizabeth were all following their own agendas and knew that force was the only way to get what they needed. I have no idea why Kate has joined in, though. She clearly doesn't give two shits about Will and Elizabeth's plight and has no idea what either Jack or Barbossa are planning.
Ah well, we were reminded that Will and Elizabeth exist. Take two drinks \~/\~/
“The Brethren’s gathering, Jack,” said Uncle Hector. “You’re comin’; there’ll be no runnin’ this time. And you, too, Kate.”
I looked at him, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
ZeldaQueen: Dude, you're an idiot
“Your father was one of the nine pirate lords,” Uncle Hector answered. “When he died, he passed that position on to you. He didn’t think that the Brethren would be gathering again, but he didn’t think it would hurt to choose you as his successor.”
ZeldaQueen: She...doesn't know this? She knew her father was Blackbeard and she didn't bother to know who he appointed as his successor in the Brethren Court?
“Kate’s not going anywhere,” Jack said.
ZeldaQueen: And of course she isn't speaking up for herself, because Her Man Has Spoken. Meyer, eat your heart out
“Both of you are,” returned Uncle Hector.
Jack pulled the trigger on his pistol, yet there was no gunfire.
ZeldaQueen: And Will and Elizabeth are ignored in favor of talking about Kate. \~/ By now, I'm pretty sure Gethesemane has just forgotten that Beckett is trying to kill them. No idea why they pulled out their pistols as well. I guess they saw everyone else doing it and wanted to be cool
“Wet powder,” he muttered. “Damn.”
He turned to the crew. “Back to your stations!”
ZeldaQueen: (Crew) "Well, that was pointless!"
The crew scurried about, and Jack led me to the helm, taking the wheel once again.
“Wait!” cried Pintel. “We can use ‘em as clubs!”
ZeldaQueen: Blu, what? Where did they come from?
Ragetti glanced at his own pistol, and then proceeded to test out Pintel’s theory. Pintel glared, rubbing his head.
“Bloody pirate,” he muttered.
ZeldaQueen: *canned laugher*
(Author’s Note: I’ve received a few messages asking if this story is going to be darker than Heart of the Sea. The answer is yes;
ZeldaQueen: Not that it's that hard to do. You pretty much gloss over the nasty bits and pretend they don't exist
I’ve got darker subject matter in this story than I did in Heart of the Sea, and I’m wondering if the tone of this story will match AWE. I don’t know about that, though.)
ZeldaQueen: Well, tentacle sex does go a long way
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Back to: Chapter 7
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