A/N:
Have you ever wondered what Pirates of the Caribbean would have been like
if it was Will on the boat and you in the water? Or, more specifically,
Gwenhwyvar. Yes yes, it's based as a You/Jack/Will only "You" are named
Gwenhwyvar. Sorry, but you'll have to just substitute. (if your name really
is that, well uh, don't lol) Anyway, just try and follow along,
substituting 'she' and 'her' and all those pronouns for 'you' instead,
savvy? Good. Anyway, you'll see how it turns out. For now, just follow a
long as best you can.
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Disclaimer: I DON'T WANT TO YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!!! Ok, ahem, I'm done. lol. Ok, lemme see, I don't own Will or Jack (yes I do but I'm just being nice for all of you who like to fantasize you do.) Ok now, that's enough disclaiming. Oh ok fine, I don't own ANY of POTC.ok?! Get off my back! *ahem* I'm done now, for real, on with the.fanfic!
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A ship with the royal flag of Britain was moving silently in the dim light. Fog was rising off the water and would slowly evaporate as the sun rose higher. It was still pretty early so the for lingered. The ship was heading into Port Royale.
In the bow stood a young boy around fourteen. The boy's brown hair was long and damp from the sea spray. It was tied back so it didn't still his dark chocolate eyes. Those eyes scanned the waters. He was softly singing the ending of a pirate song. He'd heard the sailors singing it during his 'voyage'.
"i.and really bad eggs! Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!i"
Suddenly a cold, strong hand clasped his shoulder. The boy flinched and half-turned to look. It was the ship's captain.
"I wouldna be singing about any pirates, lad. You'll be cursin' the ship if ye do."
The man's raucous voice made the boy shudder. He turned completely and stared boldly into the captain's eyes. For a fourteen year old, he was almost taller than the other man who was at least twice his age.
"So.? I like pirates!"
"And that's specifically why you should not be singing that song, William," said a new voice.
That voice belonged to the boy's father. William turned and looked at his father. It was the first time he'd seen the older man out of the cabin since the voyage had started. Seasickness had taken its toll on the governor. He, William, was as much at home on the ship as on land. He sighed softly and looked back over the ocean in front of the ship. It was still foggy but he could see just in front of the ship.
"Yes, father." he muttered.
The captain turned to the governor and shivered visibly. He knew it was pirate weather and wanted to tell the man. Yet, he knew better than to in front of the young one. He cleared his throat and motioned with his head for the wealthy, white-wigged man to follow him. The governor, noticing the captain's look, nodded and followed.
When they were out of ear-shot of the boy, the captain spoke, although still quietly, "It's pirate weather, sir. I can feel it in my very bones! Evil's brewing in the fog. 'Tis unnatural!"
The governor looked at his son, then back at the captain, "What is it, we should do then?"
"Nothing really. There ain't nothing ye can do, sire."
~*~
William, or Will as he'd rather be called, continued to stare at the water. Suddenly he heard a crash and glanced up. In the distance he could see a ship, or more, on fire. His eyes widened in shock and he glanced back to tell others.but they'd already seen. The captain was muttering something to his father. Turning back, Will noticed, in the distance, a ship. A huge, black ship. Or at least, it looked black. The flames behind it gave it a ghostly, haunted look. He shivered and forced himself to look back at the water.
He didn't see anything interesting floating by the ship. Just a lady's parasol, some crates, and a flag. A strange looking flag. It wasn't like the British flag, or a pirates.but something else. And because of the dark water, Will couldn't tell what the design was. He squinted for a moment, then gave up and looked elsewhere. He heard a splash. 'There go the lifeboats to look for survivors,' he thought to himself. Sighing, he leaned heavily on the railing, the thick, sturdy, railing.
Suddenly, while staring at the water, William saw a part of a ship, probably part of a wall, float past. On it was.a girl! He jumped up.
"There's a girl in the water!" he shouted, knowing someone would hear him. He didn't care who.
His father came rushing over. He stared at the girl, then barked orders to some of his men. The rescue of the stranded girl began.
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Soon the girl was lying on a small makeshift bed. Will stood next to her, staring at her strange clothes. They didn't seem like a normal girl's. Maybe she was from another country or something. Probably Spain. The girl's dark brown hair, darker than his, was long and hanging loosely around her. She was beautiful, for being soaking wet.
"Watch her, son. I'm going to have a talk and see if there were anymore survivors."
Will nodded and looked at the girl's neck. There was a strange necklace. It seemed to be a garnet encased in gold. The gold was then shaped to be a wolf's paw. The claws were what looked like crystal. All in all, it looked really expensive. He reached out to touch it, drawn by the detail of the fur etched in the gold.
Suddenly the girl's eyes snapped open and she moved as if to hide from him, like he was going to hit her. He froze and looked at her slightly.
"I'm Will Turner, you are.?"
"G-Gwenhwyvar Nyx." she said softly, in a whispered murmur. She relaxed, as if she realized he wasn't going to harm her. She smiled weakly and slipped off into unconsciousness.
Just then his father stepped up behind him. He frowned at him, for Will still had his hand out as if reaching for the girl's chest. He quickly pulled his hand to his side and stood straight.
"Her name is Gwenhwyvar Nyx, father."
The governor smiled. So maybe his son wasn't being vulgar. Maybe he'd been assuring her and she'd passed out. He might have come over before his son could move his hand. He nodded, proud his son had found out the poor girl's name.
"Very good son! I'm proud of you. I'll be, uh, below deck. I'm beginning to feel a little ill again." He said, looking a little green. He turned and quickly made his way down the stairs, to below the deck where his cabin was.
Will just rolled his eyes. Turning back to the girl he reached out and took the necklace off her. She didn't even move. As he held it, he felt a weird sensation. Coldness crept through his body and he closed his eyes.
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hehe! How's that for a prologue? Sound familiar? Lol. ok now for you all to R&R. You'd better or else I'll.cry. Pweeeese review! Pretty please with sugar on top? A cherry? Sprinkles? *stops* ok, I'm done groveling. And I don't grovel a lot, ye hear? Don' get used to it or anything. But, please do review. And for those of ye who do? Here are some gifts
*hands out Will Turner posters and Jack Sparrow t-shirts* hehe good gifts for a beginning I recon.anyway those are fer those of ye who review, so please do!
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Disclaimer: I DON'T WANT TO YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!!! Ok, ahem, I'm done. lol. Ok, lemme see, I don't own Will or Jack (yes I do but I'm just being nice for all of you who like to fantasize you do.) Ok now, that's enough disclaiming. Oh ok fine, I don't own ANY of POTC.ok?! Get off my back! *ahem* I'm done now, for real, on with the.fanfic!
~*~*~
A ship with the royal flag of Britain was moving silently in the dim light. Fog was rising off the water and would slowly evaporate as the sun rose higher. It was still pretty early so the for lingered. The ship was heading into Port Royale.
In the bow stood a young boy around fourteen. The boy's brown hair was long and damp from the sea spray. It was tied back so it didn't still his dark chocolate eyes. Those eyes scanned the waters. He was softly singing the ending of a pirate song. He'd heard the sailors singing it during his 'voyage'.
"i.and really bad eggs! Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!i"
Suddenly a cold, strong hand clasped his shoulder. The boy flinched and half-turned to look. It was the ship's captain.
"I wouldna be singing about any pirates, lad. You'll be cursin' the ship if ye do."
The man's raucous voice made the boy shudder. He turned completely and stared boldly into the captain's eyes. For a fourteen year old, he was almost taller than the other man who was at least twice his age.
"So.? I like pirates!"
"And that's specifically why you should not be singing that song, William," said a new voice.
That voice belonged to the boy's father. William turned and looked at his father. It was the first time he'd seen the older man out of the cabin since the voyage had started. Seasickness had taken its toll on the governor. He, William, was as much at home on the ship as on land. He sighed softly and looked back over the ocean in front of the ship. It was still foggy but he could see just in front of the ship.
"Yes, father." he muttered.
The captain turned to the governor and shivered visibly. He knew it was pirate weather and wanted to tell the man. Yet, he knew better than to in front of the young one. He cleared his throat and motioned with his head for the wealthy, white-wigged man to follow him. The governor, noticing the captain's look, nodded and followed.
When they were out of ear-shot of the boy, the captain spoke, although still quietly, "It's pirate weather, sir. I can feel it in my very bones! Evil's brewing in the fog. 'Tis unnatural!"
The governor looked at his son, then back at the captain, "What is it, we should do then?"
"Nothing really. There ain't nothing ye can do, sire."
~*~
William, or Will as he'd rather be called, continued to stare at the water. Suddenly he heard a crash and glanced up. In the distance he could see a ship, or more, on fire. His eyes widened in shock and he glanced back to tell others.but they'd already seen. The captain was muttering something to his father. Turning back, Will noticed, in the distance, a ship. A huge, black ship. Or at least, it looked black. The flames behind it gave it a ghostly, haunted look. He shivered and forced himself to look back at the water.
He didn't see anything interesting floating by the ship. Just a lady's parasol, some crates, and a flag. A strange looking flag. It wasn't like the British flag, or a pirates.but something else. And because of the dark water, Will couldn't tell what the design was. He squinted for a moment, then gave up and looked elsewhere. He heard a splash. 'There go the lifeboats to look for survivors,' he thought to himself. Sighing, he leaned heavily on the railing, the thick, sturdy, railing.
Suddenly, while staring at the water, William saw a part of a ship, probably part of a wall, float past. On it was.a girl! He jumped up.
"There's a girl in the water!" he shouted, knowing someone would hear him. He didn't care who.
His father came rushing over. He stared at the girl, then barked orders to some of his men. The rescue of the stranded girl began.
~*~
Soon the girl was lying on a small makeshift bed. Will stood next to her, staring at her strange clothes. They didn't seem like a normal girl's. Maybe she was from another country or something. Probably Spain. The girl's dark brown hair, darker than his, was long and hanging loosely around her. She was beautiful, for being soaking wet.
"Watch her, son. I'm going to have a talk and see if there were anymore survivors."
Will nodded and looked at the girl's neck. There was a strange necklace. It seemed to be a garnet encased in gold. The gold was then shaped to be a wolf's paw. The claws were what looked like crystal. All in all, it looked really expensive. He reached out to touch it, drawn by the detail of the fur etched in the gold.
Suddenly the girl's eyes snapped open and she moved as if to hide from him, like he was going to hit her. He froze and looked at her slightly.
"I'm Will Turner, you are.?"
"G-Gwenhwyvar Nyx." she said softly, in a whispered murmur. She relaxed, as if she realized he wasn't going to harm her. She smiled weakly and slipped off into unconsciousness.
Just then his father stepped up behind him. He frowned at him, for Will still had his hand out as if reaching for the girl's chest. He quickly pulled his hand to his side and stood straight.
"Her name is Gwenhwyvar Nyx, father."
The governor smiled. So maybe his son wasn't being vulgar. Maybe he'd been assuring her and she'd passed out. He might have come over before his son could move his hand. He nodded, proud his son had found out the poor girl's name.
"Very good son! I'm proud of you. I'll be, uh, below deck. I'm beginning to feel a little ill again." He said, looking a little green. He turned and quickly made his way down the stairs, to below the deck where his cabin was.
Will just rolled his eyes. Turning back to the girl he reached out and took the necklace off her. She didn't even move. As he held it, he felt a weird sensation. Coldness crept through his body and he closed his eyes.
~*~*~
hehe! How's that for a prologue? Sound familiar? Lol. ok now for you all to R&R. You'd better or else I'll.cry. Pweeeese review! Pretty please with sugar on top? A cherry? Sprinkles? *stops* ok, I'm done groveling. And I don't grovel a lot, ye hear? Don' get used to it or anything. But, please do review. And for those of ye who do? Here are some gifts
*hands out Will Turner posters and Jack Sparrow t-shirts* hehe good gifts for a beginning I recon.anyway those are fer those of ye who review, so please do!
