Note: I do not own or claim ownership of the movie, characters, or any characters associated with Pirates of the Caribbean, other than those I made up!
Huzzah for disclaimers. OK, so anyways, this is a fan fic of the loverly Pirates of the Caribbean movie(s). Yay. Just so you know, I'm prolly gonna be working mostly on my LoZ OoT re-write… which EVERYONE should check out because I need the support… and you love me! So hah, I win. XD
So, at first this is a tiny bit of CotBP, and then the middle-ish is a spin-off of DMC, and the rest and conclusion shall be my version of the upcoming third movie! Woopie!
WARNING: Dead Man's Chest SPOILERS!
Another Warning: Some scenes may contain gore and/or sexual references. Please read at your own risk.
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Full Summary: A young woman by the name of Raven has long known one thing: who her father was. An odd fact, perhaps; many know that from birth. Her father, however, she has never met, but only heard stories of. Her mother could not bear to keep the identity of her daughter's father a secret, and told her when she was still young. Her father? Jack Sparrow.
She has lived on the island of Turtuga since she was a child, and known nothing else. Until one day, the fabled Black Pearle arrives at port. It just so happens that the captain, Jack Sparrow, is not only her father, but he doesn't know it. Raven decides to 'join' the crew and set sail with her father on the fabled ship. She is quickly wrapped up in the battles against Davey Jones, watching her father being swallowed by the giant sea monster—the Kraken—and more she could ever dreamed of. The crew sets out on a mad quest to salvage Jones's beating heart in order too save Jack. What happens as they travel the seas may become legend…
I officially dedicate this story to my bestest FanFic friends in the entire world, smalltowngurl, Final Fiction X, and shmokey-bear. LOVE YOU GUYS LOTS!
High Tide
Chapter 1—Moonlit Waters
A full moon, glistening, in a misty midnight sky. An expanse of water stretching towards the dark horizon, the water itself deeper than the night. The combination of the two to create an effect only imagined in dreams. The light of the moon shimmered off the rippling waves generated a long, silvery line of reflection across the surface of the water.
Peaceful. Still. Tranquil.
And then, a disturbance. Perhaps not… the waves did not seem to react as the figure emerged from the depths and into the night air. Subsequently, almost as quickly as it had appeared, the figure disappeared into the murky depths once again.
Minutes passed in the seemingly ageless night before it reappeared in the direct light of the moon. The luminescent glow revealed that the it was not in fact an it, but a she. Her hair spilled about her in deep black tendrils, so black they could have blended easily with the night. A shaft of light hit her face; a pair of emerald green eyes sparkled as if the true gems had been inlayed into her eyes. The girl's face was like that of a porcelain doll: her skin was paled, but healthy, although the chill of the water made her appear paler, contrasting greatly with her hair. Her features were sharp, and yet subtle, gentle.
The girl took a slow breath, allowing the warm air to flood into her lungs. She closed her eyes, treading smoothly against the water. Her eyes trailed lazily up towards the moon, and she frowned. Realizing how late it was, she slowly—disappointedly—began swimming towards the shore.
She would have to be careful to stay clear of the lighted city before her. It may have been late, but every resident was up. The entire island never slept.
The girl finally reached a rocky ledge that reached perhaps a few feet above her head. Beyond that was a short expanse of a stony beach, and then thick trees and foliage embedded on the town's edge. Cautiously, she shot a glance over at the pier a ways off. A few drunken men mingled about, but she didn't worry, figuring that any rum they had took in that night had blurred their vision substantially.
She silently prepared herself, gripping two small hand-holds in the rocky surface of the ledge and making sure that she had a good—or at least considerable—grip on the slippery stone. Her feet groped around the submerged half of the ledge, finally finding two mossy crevasses that she could stand on. Turning her head to face the open sea, she blinked a few times in order to clear the salty water from her eyes.
She caught a glimpse of a large ripple in the water, traveling quickly towards the shore. As it neared, the wave curled over itself, creating foamy bubbles at its tip. Moments before the wave hit the rocks—along with the girl—she heaved herself out of the water and pulled her body over the lip of the shelf. Her timing had allowed the noise of the crashing wave to mask the slapping of her feet against the rock as she dashed towards the trees.
The thick foliage grew around her, and the girl came to a halt. The cool night air nipped at her bare skin. She shivered as goose bumps rose on her flesh. Glancing about, she located the dress and the rest of her clothes that she had left on a low branch earlier. She reached out and grasped the deep green dress in her hand and pulled it over her head.
A loud cry and a splash from behind her made her snap her head around. Sighing in relief, she realized it was just the bunch of drunks who had unceremoniously shoved one of their companions into the sea. She smirked to herself.
Not unusual. This is Tortuga.
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The girl emerged slowly into the glow from the torches while wringing her long hair with her hands. Droplets of the sea water softly splattered against the cobblestone walk.
"Oi, Raven!" Her eyes darted around, searching the noisy town for the voice's source. A few people in a small gathering outside an inn were waving at her. She boredly made her way over.
"'Ello, Raven. You're wet." A tall blonde boy—the one who had called her—looked her over, clasping a glass bottle of rum in his hand.
Raven nodded to him. "Evening, Eric. You're drunk."
Eric laughed and his throat made a peculiar gurgling sound. Raven winced as the smell of cheap rum flooded her nostrils.
"You should join us," he said, flailing his arms in a pathetic attempt to point out the small group.
Raven laughed fakly and rolled her eyes. "I think I'll be alright if I don't," She started to walk away, but Eric caught her by the arm.
"Come on, love… have a drink," he thrust the rum out at Raven, who grimaced. "It's always fun to try something new." He winked.
Raven shook her head. She was possibly the only resident of Tortuga who did not find alcohol appealing. Never tasted it and I'd rather not, that was her motto, anyways. These 'friends' of hers had tried to shove the drink down her throat—quite literally, once or twice—in order to show her the fun she was apparently missing.
"Yes Raven… join the fun," said a blonde girl with a rather over-exposed bust said, staggering up to her. She teetered from side to side, laughing giddily.
"No thank you, Eva… now why don't you go find yourself a fellow drunk in the bar who'll pay a shiny penny for the night." Raven gave the girl a push in the direction of one of the larger saloons on the island. Eva stumbled, nearly tipping over entirely. "If you can make it that far," Raven mumbled to herself, and then quickly walked away, avoiding the others.
She began heading down one of the alleyways that led to her own house, her boots sticking in the mud. Her lip curled a little as she contemplated just what might have made the mud.
She hesitated for a moment, hearing a second pair of footsteps following behind her. Uneven footsteps. She groaned and walked faster, hoping to get to her doorstep before the drunk behind her caught up. The pursuer continued, following at a surprisingly quick pace.
"If you insist," she grumbled quietly to herself, and then whipped around to face the trailer. Her words caught in her throat as she realized that she was facing Eric. Why… ?
"Hello, beautiful," he said, words slurred. He moved in close to her, she could feel his breath hot on her face. Her nostrils flared as the stench of alcohol overwhelmed her. "Now that we're alone…"
"Get away from me, you idiot bastard," Raven hissed, pushing him back. She turned around and stormed off. Eric reacted after a bit, lunging out and grabbing her by the shoulder. He pushed her to the side of the road, pinning her against the wall of the nearest house. Raven tried pushing him back again, but he now had the advantage.
"Come on… precious," he whispered before forcefully pressing his lips against hers. She attempted to pull back, but the solid wall behind her prevented that. She gagged as he pressed himself closer to her. Eric finally pulled away, turning his head and kissing the base of her neck.
"Let me go," she growled, venom dripping from her voice.
"Feisty today, are we?" he replied, pausing only a moment. She could almost detect a drunken smirk on his face just from his voice.
"Very," she whispered, rapidly bringing her knee up and it connected with the fork between Eric's legs. He crumpled almost instantly, falling to the ground.
Raven, not stopping there, swiftly kicked him in the gut. He groaned, mumbling something inaudible. Satisfied, she sighed and flipped her hair back. She walked off briskly, leaving Eric rolling in the muck like the pig he was.
--OK… so I wanted to add a LOT more to this… but I also really wanted to FINALLY get this story out. So, I am hoping you shall enjoy it. R&R, please!
Turtel