Title: Topsy-Turvy
Author: WolviesLover
Rating: PG-13 (subject to change)
Summary: Elizabeth and Will join Captain Jack Sparrow on a hunt for a treasure worth a fortune. Unfortunately, this treasure possesses the power to pass through alternate dimensions. What will happen to our favorite Captain and his loyal friends?
It had been nearly a year since the happy couple had last seen Captain Jack Sparrow. Their adventure had ended with the rogue falling from the very same tower Elizabeth had plunged from, in mid-sentence. He seemed slightly stunned as he resurfaced and she could well sympathize. Though he wasn't weighed down by petticoats and a corset! The two watched him swing aboard his freedom - the Pearl.
They thought it would be the last they would see of their bizarre friend and his effeminate gestures. Little did they know.
Will had prepared a picnic for the two of them and afterwards, they had taken a walk through the untamed jungle of Port Royal. It had been beautifully planned and she was as certain as ever that she had made the correct choice. The Commodore had been married for months now, and his wife was kept indoors where she was safe. And while Will wasn't terribly exciting, he certainly was romantic. He made an effort to make her happy and she appreciated every moment of it.
Being ever the gentleman, Will was now walking her to her door. As they neared the fine house, she smiled.
"Will, that was truly lovely. That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me," she murmured, turning towards him and clutching his hands in her own gloved ones. She gazed into his warm brown eyes, searching them intently. He truly loved her, she realized, a sharp pang of guilt rising within her. She frowned in surprise at the feeling, unaware of exactly why it was that she felt so. He noted her frown and his brows furrowed within concern,
"Elizabeth? Are you well?,". She gave him a bright smile, full lips twisting into an apologetic expression.
"Yes Will, I am fine. I was just thinking," she finally offered, giving his hands a firm squeeze. He seemed confused but gave her a hesitant smile, following alongside as she led him towards the mansion.
As they reached the doorway, they paused upon the stoop. He seemed about to turn to leave when he felt her hand upon his elbow, stopping him in his tracks. Curiously, he turned to glance back at her.
"Will, please come in, won't you? Just for a short time. It was quite a long walk to the blacksmith," she added, her honey-brown eyes pleading with him. He smiled inwardly. How on earth could he not give in when she looked at him like that? That particular look made everything in his world fall into place. He knew he was in for trouble when they married. He could never refuse her anything she wanted now, and they were simply courting.
"Yes of course, Elizabeth," he assured, smiling at the look of almost smug delight she gave him. They both passed into the cooler mansion, the large house retaining the coolness from that night. Smiling, and much more comfortable due to the slight drop in temperature, she lead him towards the sitting room.
She faltered when she passed her father's study. Puzzled, she took a step back, resting against Will's chest for a moment. He seemed to savor the contact before he nearly leapt back, murmuring apologies. She gave him a fond smile and then turned her gaze to the study, peering it over critically. There. She finally noticed what had bothered her on her first pass by the room. The liquor cabinet was lying ajar. Bottles lay strewn haphazardly 'round the cabinet, all empty. And there were more than a few still missing.
Her eyes narrowed perceptively and she called out, "Father? Are you well?," she questioned, worry clouding her tone. Will placed a hand upon her arm in comfort as they began their search. They certainly didn't have long to wait for an answer, though, admittedly, it wasn't the one they expected.
"Miss Swann! Dear Will! It's lovely to see you both again! But, luv, could you try not to scream so very loud? I've got something of a headache," a voice exclaimed behind them, the words slurred with drink. There stood Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow - his hands clasped loosely together in a praying sort of gesture, minor pain held within his eyes. She felt her face color with anger.
"Jack Sparrow," she spat, eyes narrowed upon the pirate's confused features. "Where is my father and how on Earth did you get in here without his notice?," she demanded, her slim body going taut with anger. He glanced her over, wondering just how she would look tensed for pleasure 'neath him, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The thought made him grin, revealing a mouth-full of gold-capped teeth. He didn't even bother to search for a deeper meaning. He was a scallywag and Miss Swan was a beautiful woman. He would have to be blind or dead not to notice.
While searching for an answer to pacify the fiery young thing, he spared a glance to Will, who was clutching Elizabeth's arm as if he were afraid she would cause his pirate friend some harm. Or perhaps, holding her back from her true potential, the Captain mused to himself. If he didn't know better, he would have thought pirate blood ran in the girl and not her Eunuch boyfriend.
The clearing of her throat and the furious stare finally registered to him - it had been some time since she asked the question. Grinning at them both, he raised his kohl-lined eyes to the ceiling, dramatically tapping at his lips in "thought".
"Ah.I do believe your noble father held a distinct lack of attendance when I arrived, Miss Swan," he murmured, the words rolling from his tongue like butter. He glanced back to them, grinning reapplied to his lips, to see the reaction to his words. It fell when he glanced to the lovely woman, noting she was less than impressed. Giving a sullen look, he glowered right back at her until he heard a soft cry from upstairs. There was a feminine voice calling his name. Now that could not go unanswered.
Bowing to his friends, then, he spoke, "If you'll excuse me, love, I think your lovely maid is ready for another round with the Captain". He reached up to twirl the ends of his mustache carefully upwards - though if there was any improvement, neither Will nor Elizabeth could tell.
He turned to swagger towards the stairs when he felt a rough hand upon the back of his well-worn jacket. He blinked twice, wondering which had him trapped.
"How dare you, Jack Sparrow! I can not believe that you would do such a thing in my house!," came the shrill scolding behind him. He smirked. Ah, the lass then.
"Actually, love, I wished to have a word with the two of you," he reached back to carefully, almost tenderly, dislodge her hand - clad in pristine white gloves, he noticed - from his back. He watched carefully for a reaction and was pleased to note they both seemed intrigued. And the lass was even swallowing her anger. Perfect.
He turned to Will - the lesser of two evils. At least he was least likely to slap him. Or so the Captain hoped. "Will! I hope you have your things in order! We're headin' back to the Pearl!," he crowed in excitement, awaiting for the two simultaneous looks of joy he was certain he'd get from the couple. They weren't quite what he expected. Will frowned and shook his head while Elizabeth managed to look somewhat sick at the thought of Barbosa and his ghoulish crew. Though did he detect a minor trace of excitement before she lowered her eyes?
"Now, now, now," he held up his filthy ring-covered hands to ward them both off despite the fact they both seemed speechless. "Let me explain," he persuaded, eyes pleading, hands in that odd praying gesture once more. Sighing, Will nodded for him to go on and he winked at them both.
"Now then. There's a treasure rumored to contain the largest jewel ever recorded in pirate history. It's dangerous going, I'll admit, but this treasure is worth it, mate," he assured Will. "It's said that this jewel will turn a scallywag's world all "topsy-turvy", he mused, smirk spreading over his thin lips, "..though I imagine they mean by the price it will fetch". He hazarded a glance up, noting the glimmer of a thrill passing through young William Turner's eyes and hurried on.
"And I wouldn't be bothering you and Miss Swan, my boy, if I could get it all by my onesies. I need all of me crew to man the ship in the treacherous waters surroundin' the cave. Savvy?," he added, looking hopeful. A moment later, he was cursing inwardly as Will began to spout off reasons why he could not - would not - go with him.
Jack stopped listening, his eyes glazing over with disinterest. Elizabeth sat quietly, hands clasped in her lap with her eyes focused upon them.
They were both floored when she spoke, "I think we should go, Will". She glanced up to see Jack gaping at her in shock, his dark eyes focused intently on her, seeming to resize her up. Perhaps he thought he had been wrong about her. She peeked over at Will to see a mixture of excitement and terror in his eyes.
"Elizabeth, may I see you in the other room for a moment," he questioned. Not waiting for an answer, he rose and clasped her hand, gently tugging her from the room. She glanced back at Jack, who was grinning in his arrogant way and wiggling his fingers after her.
Will pleaded with her, telling her that it was much too dangerous for her to go. He knew he'd made a mistake when he saw a stubborn look enter her eyes. Cursing himself, he back-tracked and changed tactics. "I just don't want anything to happen to you, Elizabeth. I could not bear to lose you," he gazed at her tenderly, clasping her cheeks between his hands, searching her lovely eyes. She smiled and he took that as a good sign indeed.
"I will be protected with both you and Jack there. Please Will? Things have been so dull lately and I know that you miss the sea," she pleaded, tongue darting out to run over her lips. His vision was caught there for a moment and he dimly heard himself agree. She grinned and threw her arms around his neck, causing him to come back to himself. He blinked. She'd done it again. Damn it!
Jack was very hopeful. He knew that the lass loved her freedom as dearly as he. She was ready for another adventure. And he knew that she could charm a shark out of it's teeth if she set her mind to it.
They returned and the look in her eyes told him that she had been the victor of the argument. He grinned. Sometimes, he could just kiss the lass! His smile faltered as she assured him there was to be rum while in her presence, sternly. He looked aghast at that. No rum?! How could one live without rum?! In the end though, he agreed, telling himself that in no way was he as subject to her charms as Will was.
******
They sped across the sea and revived their friendship. He commonly offered her rum to "loosen her up a bit" and she, just as commonly, turned him down and stormed off. He didn't mind overly much; that left more for him! He and Will spent hours dueling and he admitted, though only inwardly, that he was enjoying having the two of them around. At night, Will would retire, exhausted from pulling his weight in work and Elizabeth would stay on deck, clearly excited due to their adventure. Just like when she was a little girl, she would stand at the bow and watch the water and the moon reflected within it. Little did she know that Jack, steering for his treasure, watched her with just as much intensity. He noticed they both seemed quite happy here. Maybe he could convince them to stay on with the crew.
She well remembered leaving the crew, the waves threatening to push them into the craggy cliffs that made up the shore of the uninhabited island. After many dangerous feats and numerous near-fatal situations, they finally beheld the treasure within their grasp - a ruby, blood-red and as big as Elizabeth's fist. While the men fought the waves towards the Pearl, they left the treasure to Elizabeth to hold.
Hours later, she held it again. Jack was once more at the helm, lazily steering the boat with a fingertip, his face tipped up to the moon. She was examining the jewel beside him due to his inability to have it stay out of his shrewd gaze. She ran her fingertips over a variety of markings upon the ruby, furrowing her brow in curiosity. It grew warm to the touch and she nearly dropped it. But then everything went black.
******
She awoke to warmth beside her. For a moment, she curled into it, fighting off the lingering chill of morning from her prone body. Gradually, however, she began to come back to herself. This warmth felt distinctly like a body, the air against her neck breath, the weight across her back an arm. Blushing and shocked out of her half-wakeful state, she sat bolt upright. What had happened last night? She and Will hadn't slept in the same bed as of yet, due to the fact that they weren't wed. She wondered what had overcome them last night to allow this to happen.
She hazarded a glance down at her body and groaned with embarrassment, noting that she wasn't clothed. Her worst fears were confirmed. Though perhaps this would nudge Will in the direction of marriage a little quicker. It had been a year since their last adventure with Jack.
Calmed for the moment, she drew a deep breath as the man beside her groaned and shifted in his sleep. Now was the time to confront him.
"Will, wake-..," her words cut off, ending in a miserable squeak that wasn't becoming for a lady at all. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as she noticed that she was not beside her beloved, but instead that infuriating swashbuckler Bloody Jack Sparrow!
TBC!
Author: WolviesLover
Rating: PG-13 (subject to change)
Summary: Elizabeth and Will join Captain Jack Sparrow on a hunt for a treasure worth a fortune. Unfortunately, this treasure possesses the power to pass through alternate dimensions. What will happen to our favorite Captain and his loyal friends?
It had been nearly a year since the happy couple had last seen Captain Jack Sparrow. Their adventure had ended with the rogue falling from the very same tower Elizabeth had plunged from, in mid-sentence. He seemed slightly stunned as he resurfaced and she could well sympathize. Though he wasn't weighed down by petticoats and a corset! The two watched him swing aboard his freedom - the Pearl.
They thought it would be the last they would see of their bizarre friend and his effeminate gestures. Little did they know.
Will had prepared a picnic for the two of them and afterwards, they had taken a walk through the untamed jungle of Port Royal. It had been beautifully planned and she was as certain as ever that she had made the correct choice. The Commodore had been married for months now, and his wife was kept indoors where she was safe. And while Will wasn't terribly exciting, he certainly was romantic. He made an effort to make her happy and she appreciated every moment of it.
Being ever the gentleman, Will was now walking her to her door. As they neared the fine house, she smiled.
"Will, that was truly lovely. That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me," she murmured, turning towards him and clutching his hands in her own gloved ones. She gazed into his warm brown eyes, searching them intently. He truly loved her, she realized, a sharp pang of guilt rising within her. She frowned in surprise at the feeling, unaware of exactly why it was that she felt so. He noted her frown and his brows furrowed within concern,
"Elizabeth? Are you well?,". She gave him a bright smile, full lips twisting into an apologetic expression.
"Yes Will, I am fine. I was just thinking," she finally offered, giving his hands a firm squeeze. He seemed confused but gave her a hesitant smile, following alongside as she led him towards the mansion.
As they reached the doorway, they paused upon the stoop. He seemed about to turn to leave when he felt her hand upon his elbow, stopping him in his tracks. Curiously, he turned to glance back at her.
"Will, please come in, won't you? Just for a short time. It was quite a long walk to the blacksmith," she added, her honey-brown eyes pleading with him. He smiled inwardly. How on earth could he not give in when she looked at him like that? That particular look made everything in his world fall into place. He knew he was in for trouble when they married. He could never refuse her anything she wanted now, and they were simply courting.
"Yes of course, Elizabeth," he assured, smiling at the look of almost smug delight she gave him. They both passed into the cooler mansion, the large house retaining the coolness from that night. Smiling, and much more comfortable due to the slight drop in temperature, she lead him towards the sitting room.
She faltered when she passed her father's study. Puzzled, she took a step back, resting against Will's chest for a moment. He seemed to savor the contact before he nearly leapt back, murmuring apologies. She gave him a fond smile and then turned her gaze to the study, peering it over critically. There. She finally noticed what had bothered her on her first pass by the room. The liquor cabinet was lying ajar. Bottles lay strewn haphazardly 'round the cabinet, all empty. And there were more than a few still missing.
Her eyes narrowed perceptively and she called out, "Father? Are you well?," she questioned, worry clouding her tone. Will placed a hand upon her arm in comfort as they began their search. They certainly didn't have long to wait for an answer, though, admittedly, it wasn't the one they expected.
"Miss Swann! Dear Will! It's lovely to see you both again! But, luv, could you try not to scream so very loud? I've got something of a headache," a voice exclaimed behind them, the words slurred with drink. There stood Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow - his hands clasped loosely together in a praying sort of gesture, minor pain held within his eyes. She felt her face color with anger.
"Jack Sparrow," she spat, eyes narrowed upon the pirate's confused features. "Where is my father and how on Earth did you get in here without his notice?," she demanded, her slim body going taut with anger. He glanced her over, wondering just how she would look tensed for pleasure 'neath him, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The thought made him grin, revealing a mouth-full of gold-capped teeth. He didn't even bother to search for a deeper meaning. He was a scallywag and Miss Swan was a beautiful woman. He would have to be blind or dead not to notice.
While searching for an answer to pacify the fiery young thing, he spared a glance to Will, who was clutching Elizabeth's arm as if he were afraid she would cause his pirate friend some harm. Or perhaps, holding her back from her true potential, the Captain mused to himself. If he didn't know better, he would have thought pirate blood ran in the girl and not her Eunuch boyfriend.
The clearing of her throat and the furious stare finally registered to him - it had been some time since she asked the question. Grinning at them both, he raised his kohl-lined eyes to the ceiling, dramatically tapping at his lips in "thought".
"Ah.I do believe your noble father held a distinct lack of attendance when I arrived, Miss Swan," he murmured, the words rolling from his tongue like butter. He glanced back to them, grinning reapplied to his lips, to see the reaction to his words. It fell when he glanced to the lovely woman, noting she was less than impressed. Giving a sullen look, he glowered right back at her until he heard a soft cry from upstairs. There was a feminine voice calling his name. Now that could not go unanswered.
Bowing to his friends, then, he spoke, "If you'll excuse me, love, I think your lovely maid is ready for another round with the Captain". He reached up to twirl the ends of his mustache carefully upwards - though if there was any improvement, neither Will nor Elizabeth could tell.
He turned to swagger towards the stairs when he felt a rough hand upon the back of his well-worn jacket. He blinked twice, wondering which had him trapped.
"How dare you, Jack Sparrow! I can not believe that you would do such a thing in my house!," came the shrill scolding behind him. He smirked. Ah, the lass then.
"Actually, love, I wished to have a word with the two of you," he reached back to carefully, almost tenderly, dislodge her hand - clad in pristine white gloves, he noticed - from his back. He watched carefully for a reaction and was pleased to note they both seemed intrigued. And the lass was even swallowing her anger. Perfect.
He turned to Will - the lesser of two evils. At least he was least likely to slap him. Or so the Captain hoped. "Will! I hope you have your things in order! We're headin' back to the Pearl!," he crowed in excitement, awaiting for the two simultaneous looks of joy he was certain he'd get from the couple. They weren't quite what he expected. Will frowned and shook his head while Elizabeth managed to look somewhat sick at the thought of Barbosa and his ghoulish crew. Though did he detect a minor trace of excitement before she lowered her eyes?
"Now, now, now," he held up his filthy ring-covered hands to ward them both off despite the fact they both seemed speechless. "Let me explain," he persuaded, eyes pleading, hands in that odd praying gesture once more. Sighing, Will nodded for him to go on and he winked at them both.
"Now then. There's a treasure rumored to contain the largest jewel ever recorded in pirate history. It's dangerous going, I'll admit, but this treasure is worth it, mate," he assured Will. "It's said that this jewel will turn a scallywag's world all "topsy-turvy", he mused, smirk spreading over his thin lips, "..though I imagine they mean by the price it will fetch". He hazarded a glance up, noting the glimmer of a thrill passing through young William Turner's eyes and hurried on.
"And I wouldn't be bothering you and Miss Swan, my boy, if I could get it all by my onesies. I need all of me crew to man the ship in the treacherous waters surroundin' the cave. Savvy?," he added, looking hopeful. A moment later, he was cursing inwardly as Will began to spout off reasons why he could not - would not - go with him.
Jack stopped listening, his eyes glazing over with disinterest. Elizabeth sat quietly, hands clasped in her lap with her eyes focused upon them.
They were both floored when she spoke, "I think we should go, Will". She glanced up to see Jack gaping at her in shock, his dark eyes focused intently on her, seeming to resize her up. Perhaps he thought he had been wrong about her. She peeked over at Will to see a mixture of excitement and terror in his eyes.
"Elizabeth, may I see you in the other room for a moment," he questioned. Not waiting for an answer, he rose and clasped her hand, gently tugging her from the room. She glanced back at Jack, who was grinning in his arrogant way and wiggling his fingers after her.
Will pleaded with her, telling her that it was much too dangerous for her to go. He knew he'd made a mistake when he saw a stubborn look enter her eyes. Cursing himself, he back-tracked and changed tactics. "I just don't want anything to happen to you, Elizabeth. I could not bear to lose you," he gazed at her tenderly, clasping her cheeks between his hands, searching her lovely eyes. She smiled and he took that as a good sign indeed.
"I will be protected with both you and Jack there. Please Will? Things have been so dull lately and I know that you miss the sea," she pleaded, tongue darting out to run over her lips. His vision was caught there for a moment and he dimly heard himself agree. She grinned and threw her arms around his neck, causing him to come back to himself. He blinked. She'd done it again. Damn it!
Jack was very hopeful. He knew that the lass loved her freedom as dearly as he. She was ready for another adventure. And he knew that she could charm a shark out of it's teeth if she set her mind to it.
They returned and the look in her eyes told him that she had been the victor of the argument. He grinned. Sometimes, he could just kiss the lass! His smile faltered as she assured him there was to be rum while in her presence, sternly. He looked aghast at that. No rum?! How could one live without rum?! In the end though, he agreed, telling himself that in no way was he as subject to her charms as Will was.
******
They sped across the sea and revived their friendship. He commonly offered her rum to "loosen her up a bit" and she, just as commonly, turned him down and stormed off. He didn't mind overly much; that left more for him! He and Will spent hours dueling and he admitted, though only inwardly, that he was enjoying having the two of them around. At night, Will would retire, exhausted from pulling his weight in work and Elizabeth would stay on deck, clearly excited due to their adventure. Just like when she was a little girl, she would stand at the bow and watch the water and the moon reflected within it. Little did she know that Jack, steering for his treasure, watched her with just as much intensity. He noticed they both seemed quite happy here. Maybe he could convince them to stay on with the crew.
She well remembered leaving the crew, the waves threatening to push them into the craggy cliffs that made up the shore of the uninhabited island. After many dangerous feats and numerous near-fatal situations, they finally beheld the treasure within their grasp - a ruby, blood-red and as big as Elizabeth's fist. While the men fought the waves towards the Pearl, they left the treasure to Elizabeth to hold.
Hours later, she held it again. Jack was once more at the helm, lazily steering the boat with a fingertip, his face tipped up to the moon. She was examining the jewel beside him due to his inability to have it stay out of his shrewd gaze. She ran her fingertips over a variety of markings upon the ruby, furrowing her brow in curiosity. It grew warm to the touch and she nearly dropped it. But then everything went black.
******
She awoke to warmth beside her. For a moment, she curled into it, fighting off the lingering chill of morning from her prone body. Gradually, however, she began to come back to herself. This warmth felt distinctly like a body, the air against her neck breath, the weight across her back an arm. Blushing and shocked out of her half-wakeful state, she sat bolt upright. What had happened last night? She and Will hadn't slept in the same bed as of yet, due to the fact that they weren't wed. She wondered what had overcome them last night to allow this to happen.
She hazarded a glance down at her body and groaned with embarrassment, noting that she wasn't clothed. Her worst fears were confirmed. Though perhaps this would nudge Will in the direction of marriage a little quicker. It had been a year since their last adventure with Jack.
Calmed for the moment, she drew a deep breath as the man beside her groaned and shifted in his sleep. Now was the time to confront him.
"Will, wake-..," her words cut off, ending in a miserable squeak that wasn't becoming for a lady at all. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as she noticed that she was not beside her beloved, but instead that infuriating swashbuckler Bloody Jack Sparrow!
TBC!