Author's Note:
Hi all! *Looks around...ducks at the tossed rotten fruit. *
Well, since I had never written a story before for the general public, I truly appreciate the reviews I have received. And seeing as I never expected one review let alone the dozen I've gotten, I have decided to rewrite part of this so a plot could be added. Don't worry smut will still abound.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/eowyns_parlour/
Let the flames begin!
Standard Operating disclaimer: Never in my wildest dreams have I owned, William Turner, Captain Jack Sparrow or Elizabeth Swan. No infringement is intended against the all-powerful Disney, Mr. Depp, Mr. Bloom or any one else that is affiliated with the film. Suing me would be pointless as there are many lawyers in my family who would enjoy the task of arguing a first amendment case.
Prologue: An apple a day
The Black Pearl
The crystalline blue waters of the Caribbean stretched out to meet the horizon as Captain Jack Sparrow sailed, onward toward Tortuga. He was rather pleased with himself having escaped Norrington with his accoutrements and self otherwise intact, in his opinion it was yet another chapter to add to an already distinguished career of piracy. With these happy thoughts churning in his head he presently began half mumbling half singing at the wheel Elizabeth's Pirate song. ~Certainly~, he thought, ~the mates would have to learn this and sing along.~ It was around the second verse on his fifth time through that Ana Maria had had quite enough and pelted Captain Jack square in the forehead with an apple to shut him up. "Bloody woman!" he screamed as he tossed it back at her smug face narrowly missing.
The Governor's Residence, Port Royal
The governor for all his beliefs in protocol truly loved his little girl. He realized the scandal her adventures had caused, and that if word of such reached England his position would be compromised. Surely the queen would not take well to the governors daughter running off to marry a pirate or blacksmith or whatever the hell he was at the moment. His burden was heavy trying to sooth over the trials of the past week and run damage control throughout the Caribbean. Norrington, he mused, must truly love his daughter and was a good man to give her up so she could follow her hearts desire. He adored the younger man as the son he never had, and had hoped the commodore could tame his lovely daughter's wilder side shaping her into the proper young Englishwoman she should be. Fate it seemed had other plans that came in the form of one William Turner, and if that was his daughter's choice, then so be it. He would do whatever it took to ensure her happiness, even if it was with a commoner or Pirate.
The cave
Jack was quite upset having found his master unresponsive to his chattering, after so long a swim he was quite put out and so continued to scamper about looking at this and that. His coins were what finally caught his attention, those lovely shiny coins. He scurried about the chest tossing coins here and there until something grabbed him by the scruff.
"Well Jack, what have ye there?"
Hi all! *Looks around...ducks at the tossed rotten fruit. *
Well, since I had never written a story before for the general public, I truly appreciate the reviews I have received. And seeing as I never expected one review let alone the dozen I've gotten, I have decided to rewrite part of this so a plot could be added. Don't worry smut will still abound.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/eowyns_parlour/
Let the flames begin!
Standard Operating disclaimer: Never in my wildest dreams have I owned, William Turner, Captain Jack Sparrow or Elizabeth Swan. No infringement is intended against the all-powerful Disney, Mr. Depp, Mr. Bloom or any one else that is affiliated with the film. Suing me would be pointless as there are many lawyers in my family who would enjoy the task of arguing a first amendment case.
Prologue: An apple a day
The Black Pearl
The crystalline blue waters of the Caribbean stretched out to meet the horizon as Captain Jack Sparrow sailed, onward toward Tortuga. He was rather pleased with himself having escaped Norrington with his accoutrements and self otherwise intact, in his opinion it was yet another chapter to add to an already distinguished career of piracy. With these happy thoughts churning in his head he presently began half mumbling half singing at the wheel Elizabeth's Pirate song. ~Certainly~, he thought, ~the mates would have to learn this and sing along.~ It was around the second verse on his fifth time through that Ana Maria had had quite enough and pelted Captain Jack square in the forehead with an apple to shut him up. "Bloody woman!" he screamed as he tossed it back at her smug face narrowly missing.
The Governor's Residence, Port Royal
The governor for all his beliefs in protocol truly loved his little girl. He realized the scandal her adventures had caused, and that if word of such reached England his position would be compromised. Surely the queen would not take well to the governors daughter running off to marry a pirate or blacksmith or whatever the hell he was at the moment. His burden was heavy trying to sooth over the trials of the past week and run damage control throughout the Caribbean. Norrington, he mused, must truly love his daughter and was a good man to give her up so she could follow her hearts desire. He adored the younger man as the son he never had, and had hoped the commodore could tame his lovely daughter's wilder side shaping her into the proper young Englishwoman she should be. Fate it seemed had other plans that came in the form of one William Turner, and if that was his daughter's choice, then so be it. He would do whatever it took to ensure her happiness, even if it was with a commoner or Pirate.
The cave
Jack was quite upset having found his master unresponsive to his chattering, after so long a swim he was quite put out and so continued to scamper about looking at this and that. His coins were what finally caught his attention, those lovely shiny coins. He scurried about the chest tossing coins here and there until something grabbed him by the scruff.
"Well Jack, what have ye there?"