Clove back in time (Hunger Games and Pirates Of The Caribbean)

Chapter 8: the Dauntless

A/N Hi. I hope you like the story so far. The last chapter was kinda' hard to write because my mum was hogging the computer. Anyway, vote, comment, fan and read on.

We were loaded into the small boats, Elizabeth and I in the bigger of the two, Jack in the smaller one. The ride to the Dauntless wasn't very pleasant. My clothes were still damp from yesterday and the wind was making me shiver. Elizabeth was the lucky one and gt to have a cloak draped around her shoulders. I'm pretty sure Jack was used to feeling the cold.

The silence as we reached the Dauntless was almost tangible. As the ship loomed up in front of us, I heard cheers from the deck. The crew watched us as we pulled in next to the ship. We were shown to some steps, which were set into the wooden hull. We all clambered from the boat, up onto the steps. A sailor went first, followed by Elizabeth, Jack and I. The rest of the men in the boats climbed up after us. It was shaky work climbing up. The water on the steps didn't help either. I almost fell eight times, but stopped myself by grabbing Jacks ankle. He complained and shouted but it was better than falling into the sea.

When we arrived on deck, we were greeted by and old man, wearing a gray, curly wig. "Elizabeth!" he cried, enveloping her in a hug. He wore an aqua coat and a hat with matching feathers. There seemed to be some similarity between them, I couldn't help noticing.

"Father," she sighed, pulling out of his embrace. Ahh, family reunion. I turned my back to give them some privacy.

Looking around the deck, I saw everyone was hard at work. No one was chatting or laughing, all of them focused on their work. There were much more people then on both the Interceptor and the Pearl combined. Well, it was a bigger ship. Two of the crew had been assignedto guard Jack, both wearing determined expressions. They both wore matching red uniforms and had their hands sitting on their guns, in case of emergency.

I turned my attention back to the Swann's, not really interested in Jack's captors. "Do you know how long it will be before we can save Will?" Elizabeth ask hopefully. I looked at her in disbelief. The first thing she does when she gets rescued is try and save her crush. No recovering for her, just saving dear Will before she can even start breathing again.

Her father and I seemed to have the same thing in mind. "No. You just got back. I am not letting you get into any more trouble. Will will have to fend for himself for now. Maybe in a few weeks." Now there was some sense. Only, not to Elizabeth, it seemed.

"A few weeks!" I noticed a few heads turning towards them. "In a few weeks he will be dead! How can you live with that? You are condemning him to death!" I half ran half walked over to where they stood.

"Liz, calm down. Will is going to be fine," I reassured her, though I'm not so sure I did a good job.

"Yes. I agree with the girl," Mr Swann said.

"Clove Emstoret," I said under my breath.

"Yes, Clove. I agree with that. But for now we shall all go back to Port Royal, Mr Sparrow will hang and you can recover." It sounded reasonable enough.

"But we've got to save Will!" she argued.

"No! You're safe now. We will return to Port Royal immediately, not go gallivanting after pirates!"

"Then you condemn him to death," Elizabeth repeated. We had now joined two more men, one wearing really fancy clothes, and the other wearing the same attire as Jack's captors. The fancily dressed young man nodded solemnly in welcome to her, not regarding my presence.

"The boy's fate is regrettable, but, then, so was his decision to engage in piracy."

I couldn't stand it any longer. "Will is definitelynot a pirate. The only reason he helped Jack out of jail was to save your daughter. If it wern't for him she would probably be dead by now. Jack would also be dead. I don't think hanging him is a very good idea either. He also saved Elizabeth. You now owe both of 'em! You should rescue Will and let Jack go free!" I was almost shouting now, and most of the people within an eight metre radious turned their heads towards me.