Disclaimer - I don't own Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann or, very sadly, Jack
Sparrow.
This is for Lisa. You can stop nagging me now honey, here you go!
OK, this is my first effort at a POTC fic so please be gentle. I'll see how it goes but I really don't want to change Jack and if I find him to hard to write, I'll stop. Please review, I'd love some feedback.
Pirates of the Caribbean - Back to the Black Pearl
Chapter 1.
He stood in his blacksmiths shop, feeling a lot of different emotions. Will Turner looked around what had been his home for so long, unable to believe he was actually leaving. There was no other choice. His Master for almost as long as he could remember, Brown, had passed away a few weeks previously and now Will had to move on. He smiled, picturing some good times. He saw the laughter of drunken nights with Brown, he remembered the hard work he had put into making his swords, swords that were now owned all across Port Royal. 'At least I've made left some sort of legacy for the Blacksmiths world,' he thought to himself and then snorted with laughter.
He thought of Elizabeth. His beautiful Elizabeth. He recalled how she had once visited him in the shop only a few months after she had saved his life. They had laughed and played together until her father, Governor Swann, had turned up and dragged her off, not before boxing the young William's ears for him. Will shrugged.
He walked towards the door and one last time, glanced back. His eyes fell on a sword that lay on the ground, discarded. He tutted, wondering how he had missed it. He crossed the shop and picked up the weapon. It was at that moment that Will had another flashback. He smiled. He remembered the day he crossed paths with a pirate. He'd met the infamous Captain in this very room and he had fought him. 'Would have bloody won too, if the damn scoundrel hadn't cheated!' Will chuckled to himself.
This was not the first time he had thought about Captain Jack Sparrow. Two years had passed since had last seen the pirate and Will wondered what had become of him. He hoped he was still out there somewhere, sailing on his beloved Black Pearl with his "motley" crew. Most of all, Will just hoped Jack was safe.
"Will," came a sweet voice from behind him.
Will smiled to himself and then turned to face his love.
"You told me you'd be five minutes!" Elizabeth scolded, her eyes twinkling. She moved into the shop, walked up to Will and took her lovers hand.
He smiled at her. "I know, it just feels strange to be finally leaving. For a long time, this place is all I knew. You know, before Jack -."
Elizabeth laughed. "Meeting Jack changed my life a lot too you know William." She teased him.
He chuckled, grabbed her arms and pulled her closer to him. "And these changes, are they all good?"
Elizabeth laughed. "Some are all right." She replied.
They moved closer to each other and gently kissed. The embrace became more passionate until finally, they pulled away from each other.
"Come on Will," Elizabeth told him, "Father was expecting us ten minutes ago and he will not appreciate being kept waiting."
Will sighed, nodded and then the two of them left the shop together.
~*~
As they began their short journey to Governor Swann's house, Will took hold of Elizabeth's arm and pulled her back. She stopped in surprise and gave him a questioning look.
"Don't think I'm not thankful to your Father for letting me stay with you but I know he still doesn't like me Elizabeth. Not only am I not even "only a blacksmith" now, he's still under the impression that I want to be a pirate. And turn you into one too."
Elizabeth fought back a smile.
"Father does like you Will and he gave us his blessing when we got engaged. He's just a little wary of you. It's only because he worries about me."
Will scowled. "If he really thinks I would let any harm-."
"He doesn't Will," Elizabeth interrupted, "He just thinks you want to be like Jack, that's all."
Will laughed. "What, a good man?"
Elizabeth smiled. She knew her lover missed Jack Sparrow and if she was honest, so did she. Jack was 'despicable' and there had been a time she despised him but she had to admit that things were more entertaining when he was around. But he had left their lives and there was almost no chance they would ever see him again.
"Did you ever consider running off and joining Jack Will? Following him in the search for his "horizon?" Elizabeth asked as they resumed their walk.
Will thought for a moment. "No." He answered and then grinned when she gave him a look. "Well," he added, "only for a moment."
She laughed. They both stopped when they reached the gates leading to Her Fathers mansion.
"Do you think Jack is all right, wherever he is?" Elizabeth asked softly as she watched her Fathers servants moving towards them.
Will was quiet for a moment. "Of course he is," he told her finally, "after all, he's Captain Jack Sparrow isn't he?" Elizabeth nodded, seemingly satisfied.
Will turned and stared out to sea, swallowing. 'You better be OK,' he thought, 'I would have liked to have received some word from you, you old rogue. Keep yourself out of trouble Jack, please.' He was forced away from his thoughts when he saw Governor Swann moving towards them, a huge smile on his face. Will fixed a fake smile on his own face. He'd try tonight, for Elizabeth's sake.
~*~
A man stood in front of a huge, stone door. He waited for the soldier to unlock it and then he passed through. He sniffed the air and screwed up his face in distaste. How he hated coming down into this godforsaken pit. He moved by cell after cell, not even bothering to look at the pitiful occupants. Finally, he came to a stop at the end cell. He looked in and smiled when he saw the state of the man lying on the floor. "Quiet at last are we?" he said softly. "No more bloody singing?" The man didn't reply.
"Open it," he snapped to the soldier.
"Yes Admiral." The soldier scurried forward to obey. When the cell door creaked open, the man lying on the floor stirred but didn't look up.
Admiral Morris strode forward. He seemed to be a very confident man, perhaps even arrogant. He was in his forties and had a cruel air about him. He had worked hard for the top position he had gained but it was unclear how fair that work had been.
Morris couched down beside the prone figure.
"You're being very quiet today my friend, come on, where's that sweet smile," he taunted. The man ignored him. This angered the Admiral.
He got to his feet and viciously kicked his prisoner in the ribs, causing him to grunt in pain.
"Answer me, damn you." Morris snapped and kicked out again.
The man slowly opened his eyes and stared up into the red face of his tormentor. Then, he smiled.
"I told you mate," he croaked, "I only answer to Captain."
Morris glared at his obstinate prisoner and the laughed. "You want to be whipped again, Jack?"
Jack chuckled. "If that's a question rather than a statement Admiral, I'll be happy to answer it. But it sounded more like a statement to me so I don't know -".
Another sharp kick to Jack's side brought his speech to an end. Morris once again bent down beside him. "You are going to be hung 'Captain,' very soon too. And when I stretch your neck, you wont be keeping up this constant prattle then, will you?"
Jack's brown eyes bored into the Captains blue ones. After a moment, he replied. "Now again, I'm not sure whether you want me to take that as a question or as -."
Morris let out a furious roar, gave Jack three more painful kicks and then spun away, breathing heavily. He turned to the soldier hovering outside the cell. "Twenty more lashes for the bastard, Ensign," he snapped, "and then five hours in the hole. Once he's out, fetch me." The soldier nodded and then moved aside as his Admiral marched past. The Ensign turned and glanced at Jack Sparrow. How many more whippings was the man supposed to endure?
Jack looked back at the young Soldier. The pirate could have sworn he saw sympathy in the boy's eyes. Jack wasn't sure how many more beatings he would be able to take. The crazy Admiral had taken an instant dislike to him and had taken great pleasure in postponing the pirate's execution so he could torture him for a few weeks.
Jack shrugged. Nothing to be done about it. No Black pearl, no crew, no hope. Only one thing to be done.
Admiral Morris was half way up the stairs when he heard a soft singing voice. He froze and then turned back in absolute amazement. He shouted in anger again and then stormed up the stairs, his fists clenched as his prisoner continued to sing as loud as he could -
"Drink up me hearties yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, A pirates life for me."
TBC
So, what do you think? Please hit that nice blue button below and let me know. Thank you!
This is for Lisa. You can stop nagging me now honey, here you go!
OK, this is my first effort at a POTC fic so please be gentle. I'll see how it goes but I really don't want to change Jack and if I find him to hard to write, I'll stop. Please review, I'd love some feedback.
Pirates of the Caribbean - Back to the Black Pearl
Chapter 1.
He stood in his blacksmiths shop, feeling a lot of different emotions. Will Turner looked around what had been his home for so long, unable to believe he was actually leaving. There was no other choice. His Master for almost as long as he could remember, Brown, had passed away a few weeks previously and now Will had to move on. He smiled, picturing some good times. He saw the laughter of drunken nights with Brown, he remembered the hard work he had put into making his swords, swords that were now owned all across Port Royal. 'At least I've made left some sort of legacy for the Blacksmiths world,' he thought to himself and then snorted with laughter.
He thought of Elizabeth. His beautiful Elizabeth. He recalled how she had once visited him in the shop only a few months after she had saved his life. They had laughed and played together until her father, Governor Swann, had turned up and dragged her off, not before boxing the young William's ears for him. Will shrugged.
He walked towards the door and one last time, glanced back. His eyes fell on a sword that lay on the ground, discarded. He tutted, wondering how he had missed it. He crossed the shop and picked up the weapon. It was at that moment that Will had another flashback. He smiled. He remembered the day he crossed paths with a pirate. He'd met the infamous Captain in this very room and he had fought him. 'Would have bloody won too, if the damn scoundrel hadn't cheated!' Will chuckled to himself.
This was not the first time he had thought about Captain Jack Sparrow. Two years had passed since had last seen the pirate and Will wondered what had become of him. He hoped he was still out there somewhere, sailing on his beloved Black Pearl with his "motley" crew. Most of all, Will just hoped Jack was safe.
"Will," came a sweet voice from behind him.
Will smiled to himself and then turned to face his love.
"You told me you'd be five minutes!" Elizabeth scolded, her eyes twinkling. She moved into the shop, walked up to Will and took her lovers hand.
He smiled at her. "I know, it just feels strange to be finally leaving. For a long time, this place is all I knew. You know, before Jack -."
Elizabeth laughed. "Meeting Jack changed my life a lot too you know William." She teased him.
He chuckled, grabbed her arms and pulled her closer to him. "And these changes, are they all good?"
Elizabeth laughed. "Some are all right." She replied.
They moved closer to each other and gently kissed. The embrace became more passionate until finally, they pulled away from each other.
"Come on Will," Elizabeth told him, "Father was expecting us ten minutes ago and he will not appreciate being kept waiting."
Will sighed, nodded and then the two of them left the shop together.
~*~
As they began their short journey to Governor Swann's house, Will took hold of Elizabeth's arm and pulled her back. She stopped in surprise and gave him a questioning look.
"Don't think I'm not thankful to your Father for letting me stay with you but I know he still doesn't like me Elizabeth. Not only am I not even "only a blacksmith" now, he's still under the impression that I want to be a pirate. And turn you into one too."
Elizabeth fought back a smile.
"Father does like you Will and he gave us his blessing when we got engaged. He's just a little wary of you. It's only because he worries about me."
Will scowled. "If he really thinks I would let any harm-."
"He doesn't Will," Elizabeth interrupted, "He just thinks you want to be like Jack, that's all."
Will laughed. "What, a good man?"
Elizabeth smiled. She knew her lover missed Jack Sparrow and if she was honest, so did she. Jack was 'despicable' and there had been a time she despised him but she had to admit that things were more entertaining when he was around. But he had left their lives and there was almost no chance they would ever see him again.
"Did you ever consider running off and joining Jack Will? Following him in the search for his "horizon?" Elizabeth asked as they resumed their walk.
Will thought for a moment. "No." He answered and then grinned when she gave him a look. "Well," he added, "only for a moment."
She laughed. They both stopped when they reached the gates leading to Her Fathers mansion.
"Do you think Jack is all right, wherever he is?" Elizabeth asked softly as she watched her Fathers servants moving towards them.
Will was quiet for a moment. "Of course he is," he told her finally, "after all, he's Captain Jack Sparrow isn't he?" Elizabeth nodded, seemingly satisfied.
Will turned and stared out to sea, swallowing. 'You better be OK,' he thought, 'I would have liked to have received some word from you, you old rogue. Keep yourself out of trouble Jack, please.' He was forced away from his thoughts when he saw Governor Swann moving towards them, a huge smile on his face. Will fixed a fake smile on his own face. He'd try tonight, for Elizabeth's sake.
~*~
A man stood in front of a huge, stone door. He waited for the soldier to unlock it and then he passed through. He sniffed the air and screwed up his face in distaste. How he hated coming down into this godforsaken pit. He moved by cell after cell, not even bothering to look at the pitiful occupants. Finally, he came to a stop at the end cell. He looked in and smiled when he saw the state of the man lying on the floor. "Quiet at last are we?" he said softly. "No more bloody singing?" The man didn't reply.
"Open it," he snapped to the soldier.
"Yes Admiral." The soldier scurried forward to obey. When the cell door creaked open, the man lying on the floor stirred but didn't look up.
Admiral Morris strode forward. He seemed to be a very confident man, perhaps even arrogant. He was in his forties and had a cruel air about him. He had worked hard for the top position he had gained but it was unclear how fair that work had been.
Morris couched down beside the prone figure.
"You're being very quiet today my friend, come on, where's that sweet smile," he taunted. The man ignored him. This angered the Admiral.
He got to his feet and viciously kicked his prisoner in the ribs, causing him to grunt in pain.
"Answer me, damn you." Morris snapped and kicked out again.
The man slowly opened his eyes and stared up into the red face of his tormentor. Then, he smiled.
"I told you mate," he croaked, "I only answer to Captain."
Morris glared at his obstinate prisoner and the laughed. "You want to be whipped again, Jack?"
Jack chuckled. "If that's a question rather than a statement Admiral, I'll be happy to answer it. But it sounded more like a statement to me so I don't know -".
Another sharp kick to Jack's side brought his speech to an end. Morris once again bent down beside him. "You are going to be hung 'Captain,' very soon too. And when I stretch your neck, you wont be keeping up this constant prattle then, will you?"
Jack's brown eyes bored into the Captains blue ones. After a moment, he replied. "Now again, I'm not sure whether you want me to take that as a question or as -."
Morris let out a furious roar, gave Jack three more painful kicks and then spun away, breathing heavily. He turned to the soldier hovering outside the cell. "Twenty more lashes for the bastard, Ensign," he snapped, "and then five hours in the hole. Once he's out, fetch me." The soldier nodded and then moved aside as his Admiral marched past. The Ensign turned and glanced at Jack Sparrow. How many more whippings was the man supposed to endure?
Jack looked back at the young Soldier. The pirate could have sworn he saw sympathy in the boy's eyes. Jack wasn't sure how many more beatings he would be able to take. The crazy Admiral had taken an instant dislike to him and had taken great pleasure in postponing the pirate's execution so he could torture him for a few weeks.
Jack shrugged. Nothing to be done about it. No Black pearl, no crew, no hope. Only one thing to be done.
Admiral Morris was half way up the stairs when he heard a soft singing voice. He froze and then turned back in absolute amazement. He shouted in anger again and then stormed up the stairs, his fists clenched as his prisoner continued to sing as loud as he could -
"Drink up me hearties yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, A pirates life for me."
TBC
So, what do you think? Please hit that nice blue button below and let me know. Thank you!