And the Winds of Destiny, by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts.
Summary: How do you cheer up a depressed Sparrow?
Beta: The great BetaGoddess Pendragginink. She's fantastic! And way too modest for her own good!
N/A: Apparently some fangirls went to Greg Ellis and asked him Groves' first name. I don't know if it was in reference for fanfics or if he even reads them, but hopefully he doesn't take offense if he does. Anyway, it's officially Theodore Groves, so any fics that I had previously done have had the name changed.
IMPORTANT NOTE: This is the sequel to "The Makings of a Pirate". If you don't read the first story, you're missing EVERYTHING, so if you haven't read it, please go do so and come back or you won't understand anything.
NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, no more writing. Can't figure out if anyone likes it if they don't review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???
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May the wind always be at your back
And the sun always upon your face
And the winds of destiny to carry you aloft to dance with the stars.
--Old Irish Blessing as quoted by George Jung ("Blow")
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Prologue - Preparations and Trepidation
Lord Raymond Smythe-Douglass, governor of Jamaica, sat patiently as his butler dressed him in the fiery red satin costume that he'd chosen for the annual Christmas ball. As he donned the mask, he stood up and posed for the man, almost twirling in his delight. "Now, Anthony, isn't this just the most exquisite Satan costume you've ever seen?"
"Yes, milord." Anthony was used to the carryings on of the popinjay governor and tended to humor him, although this was a very realistic costume as far as he was concerned. The mask was horrific, with long, straight horns that rose two feet above the governor's head. The tail was constructed in such a way that the wearer could make it wag by tugging on a thin wire that strung back through the costume and down the sleeve to a ring on his left hand. Merely moving the arm naturally caused it to move almost as if it were alive. The governor also seemed to be in high spirits for the first time since taking office. Anthony was used to him being melancholy, moody, and very proper, though never angry.
But tonight was special. Governor Smythe-Douglass couldn't wait for the ball to start. He looked at the clock on the desk and frowned. "Two more hours. Anthony, is everything ready? I do so want this to be a party that people will talk about till the next one!"
It was as if the governor had been shoved back into childhood with his new enthusiasm. Anthony hoped it would last past the party. The governor was a good man, and he'd like to see him happier. /I guess being thrust into office when you already own half the island would make anyone bored and melancholy./ "Yes, milord. The hall and the food are ready, and the servants are all in place. We have but to wait for the guests."
"Splendid!" The governor pranced out of the room to go bother the other servants some more,
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"I refuse to wear it on the grounds that it makes me look ridiculous."
"Now Robert. If you don't wear it, everyone will recognize you." Lizzy was giggling, but she knew her costumes. "Will isn't complaining about HIS costume."
Will glared at her out of the long folds of black fabric. "Who's not complaining?"
"But WILL, there's nothing to complain about. Nobody will recognize either of you in those costumes."
"But don't you think someone will recognize YOU in YOUR costume?" Will frowned.
"ONE, it doesn't matter if they do or not, since they don't seem to realize that I'm a pirate. And TWO, I've heard that this costume has become the rage in Port Royal. Many of the ladies will be wearing one just like it. I'll fit in quite well. And so will both of YOU, so stop arguing. And by the way, you'd better start practicing using different voices." She pointed at Robert's chest. "Especially YOU, Robert."
Both men shrugged. It was impossible to get the upper hand with Elizabeth Swann once she'd made her mind up.
"You DO have the presents, don't you?" She looked sidelong at Robert.
He grinned broadly. "Of course." He presented a box large enough for a pair of boots. It was wrapped in brightly printed, light and airy cloth instead of paper, and had a red and green ribbon around it. "I believe he'll appreciate this gift more than all the gold in the world."
Lizzy smiled. "I know. When Lt. Groves told us how miserable he was I decided he just HAD to have them."
Robert stopped smiling. "I only wish that the situation were different for him." Lizzy and Will agreed, and Lizzy left to don her own costume. It was almost time to leave for the ball.
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TBC
A/N: It would be great to get paid for this, it's a true labor of love...and it gives a writer enough warm fuzzies to go on when someone tells them their work is worthy of comment. When someone appreciates (or hates) their work enough to comment, it feeds the plot bunnies. If you don't say what you like or don't like, whine, my writing will never sob get any better...ever. And the plot whimper bunnies will gasp die. I am grateful that you read this, and don't worry about me or the bunnies, I...I know I'm not worthy. I'll just sit here...by the empty review page....alone, in the dark, knee deep in dead bunnies...waiting...sigh Farewell, dear reader, Icough wrote this for you. You deserve it. You are worth it. (and not for that meanie who never, ever leaves reviews - who wouldn't clap hands, either--AND TINKERBELL DIED!)...Now please feed the plot bunnies by hitting the "REVIEW" button!!!
Pirates of the Caribbean
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts.
Summary: How do you cheer up a depressed Sparrow?
Beta: The great BetaGoddess Pendragginink. She's fantastic! And way too modest for her own good!
N/A: Apparently some fangirls went to Greg Ellis and asked him Groves' first name. I don't know if it was in reference for fanfics or if he even reads them, but hopefully he doesn't take offense if he does. Anyway, it's officially Theodore Groves, so any fics that I had previously done have had the name changed.
IMPORTANT NOTE: This is the sequel to "The Makings of a Pirate". If you don't read the first story, you're missing EVERYTHING, so if you haven't read it, please go do so and come back or you won't understand anything.
NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, no more writing. Can't figure out if anyone likes it if they don't review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???
- - - - - - -
May the wind always be at your back
And the sun always upon your face
And the winds of destiny to carry you aloft to dance with the stars.
--Old Irish Blessing as quoted by George Jung ("Blow")
- - - - - - -
Prologue - Preparations and Trepidation
Lord Raymond Smythe-Douglass, governor of Jamaica, sat patiently as his butler dressed him in the fiery red satin costume that he'd chosen for the annual Christmas ball. As he donned the mask, he stood up and posed for the man, almost twirling in his delight. "Now, Anthony, isn't this just the most exquisite Satan costume you've ever seen?"
"Yes, milord." Anthony was used to the carryings on of the popinjay governor and tended to humor him, although this was a very realistic costume as far as he was concerned. The mask was horrific, with long, straight horns that rose two feet above the governor's head. The tail was constructed in such a way that the wearer could make it wag by tugging on a thin wire that strung back through the costume and down the sleeve to a ring on his left hand. Merely moving the arm naturally caused it to move almost as if it were alive. The governor also seemed to be in high spirits for the first time since taking office. Anthony was used to him being melancholy, moody, and very proper, though never angry.
But tonight was special. Governor Smythe-Douglass couldn't wait for the ball to start. He looked at the clock on the desk and frowned. "Two more hours. Anthony, is everything ready? I do so want this to be a party that people will talk about till the next one!"
It was as if the governor had been shoved back into childhood with his new enthusiasm. Anthony hoped it would last past the party. The governor was a good man, and he'd like to see him happier. /I guess being thrust into office when you already own half the island would make anyone bored and melancholy./ "Yes, milord. The hall and the food are ready, and the servants are all in place. We have but to wait for the guests."
"Splendid!" The governor pranced out of the room to go bother the other servants some more,
- -
"I refuse to wear it on the grounds that it makes me look ridiculous."
"Now Robert. If you don't wear it, everyone will recognize you." Lizzy was giggling, but she knew her costumes. "Will isn't complaining about HIS costume."
Will glared at her out of the long folds of black fabric. "Who's not complaining?"
"But WILL, there's nothing to complain about. Nobody will recognize either of you in those costumes."
"But don't you think someone will recognize YOU in YOUR costume?" Will frowned.
"ONE, it doesn't matter if they do or not, since they don't seem to realize that I'm a pirate. And TWO, I've heard that this costume has become the rage in Port Royal. Many of the ladies will be wearing one just like it. I'll fit in quite well. And so will both of YOU, so stop arguing. And by the way, you'd better start practicing using different voices." She pointed at Robert's chest. "Especially YOU, Robert."
Both men shrugged. It was impossible to get the upper hand with Elizabeth Swann once she'd made her mind up.
"You DO have the presents, don't you?" She looked sidelong at Robert.
He grinned broadly. "Of course." He presented a box large enough for a pair of boots. It was wrapped in brightly printed, light and airy cloth instead of paper, and had a red and green ribbon around it. "I believe he'll appreciate this gift more than all the gold in the world."
Lizzy smiled. "I know. When Lt. Groves told us how miserable he was I decided he just HAD to have them."
Robert stopped smiling. "I only wish that the situation were different for him." Lizzy and Will agreed, and Lizzy left to don her own costume. It was almost time to leave for the ball.
- -
TBC
A/N: It would be great to get paid for this, it's a true labor of love...and it gives a writer enough warm fuzzies to go on when someone tells them their work is worthy of comment. When someone appreciates (or hates) their work enough to comment, it feeds the plot bunnies. If you don't say what you like or don't like, whine, my writing will never sob get any better...ever. And the plot whimper bunnies will gasp die. I am grateful that you read this, and don't worry about me or the bunnies, I...I know I'm not worthy. I'll just sit here...by the empty review page....alone, in the dark, knee deep in dead bunnies...waiting...sigh Farewell, dear reader, Icough wrote this for you. You deserve it. You are worth it. (and not for that meanie who never, ever leaves reviews - who wouldn't clap hands, either--AND TINKERBELL DIED!)...Now please feed the plot bunnies by hitting the "REVIEW" button!!!