Author's note: This is my first Pirates FanFic. I do not own any of the chacters, places or things that are mentioned in the movies or the ride(s) in the Disneyland theme park(s). However I do own the characters that I have clearly made up. If I have information wrong, just let me know and I'll change it. I hope you like it, please review, I've worked very hard on this. Thank you and enjoy!
--Erin
Loved Sorrow
Chapter One: The Storm
Out at sea a terrible and magnificent storm was raging. Captain Jack Sparrow was at the helm of the Black Pearl desperately trying to prevent the ship from toppling over.
"Captain, we need to just head toward land," Mr. Gibbs shouted over the howling wind.
"Where do you suggest we head then?" Jack asked.
"The closest piece of land is by Tia Dalma," Mr. Gibbs informed him.
"Tia Dalma? Well she'll be very happy," Jack grinned," I mean with two visits from me within two years." Just then Will Turner headed up the stairs toward Jack at the helm.
"Did you tell him?" he asked Mr. Gibbs.
"Aye, we'll be headin' for Tia Dalma's," Mr. Gibbs said," I better get back to me work."
"She'll be able to help Jack," Will said, turning his attention to the Captain.
"I know fully well that she will be able to help," Jack said. A blot of lightening flashed through the black sky, soon followed by a thunder clap.
"How long will it be before we get there?" Will asked.
"About 10 minutes, we're right off shore," Jack smiled, "Why don't ye start getting the boats ready. I'll get the Pearl as close as she can get." Will then raced down to the boats and started to get them ready to lower down into the water.
"Mr. Gibbs," Jack shouted.
"Aye, Captain," Mr. Gibbs responded.
"Prepare to row ashore," Jack told him.
"Aye, Aye. Prepare to go ashore men!" Mr. Gibbs yelled over the crashing waves to the rest of the crew. The men all started scrambling to get some supplies to take in the boats.
"Way the anchor!" Jack shouted.
BANG BANG BANG. Jack knocked on the door of the small elevated shack that Tia Dalma lived in.
"Ah, Jack Sparrow, come back to see me so soon," her black painted lips parted in a smile, "And I see that the rescue was successful."
"Yes, I'm back," Jack said, "Can we all please come in? I'm afraid we're a little wet." He stepped over the thresh hold and into the center of the room.
"What is it that you need Jack?" she asked as the others all followed him into the shack.
"Some hot rum for now would be really nice," he said sitting down.
"Alright," she walked back into another part of the house, "I know that something is troubling you all. What is it?" Will looked over at Jack who was examining a little trinket on the table.
"What?" he mouthed, noticing Will's gaze.
"Tell her," Will mouthed back.
"No," Jack shook his head.
"Tell her now," Will told him through gritted teeth.
"If you want her to know so badly, you tell her," Jack whispered furiously. Will rolled his eyes.
"Jack still has his debt to pay to Davy Jones," Will informed, "And that has created a new problem."
"What is this 'new problem'?" Tia Dalma asked.
"I'm not sure if I could do the story any justice, so Jack will elaborate for us all," Will looked over at Jack with a smirk on his face.
"I hate you," Jack breathed toward Will.
"So what is the story Jack?" she asked.
"Have you ever heard of the 'Loved Sorrow' curse?" Jack asked her.
"Yes, I am familiar wit it," she poked her head around to look at him, "Why do ye ask?"
"I'm sent by Davy Jones to prove that it is a really curse, and break it," Jack said, "And I need to know how, savvy?"
"I don't know how to break this curse. I would need to speak with the girl who is burdened by it," Tia Dalma said brining out the mugs of rum.
"And who would that be?" Jack asked, "We only know what Miss Swann here has told us, which is that it involves Davy Jones, is that true?"
"Yes, and you have to find his kin," she explained.
"His kin? I thought that old Jonesy was an only child," Jack said.
"He is," she smiled.
"Wait," Jack set his rum down, "Are you telling me that the woman who broke the heart of Davy Jones was with child?" Jack asked.
"Yes," her smile widened, "She had a baby girl, who sadly fell to the same fate, of loving a man that sailed the ocean. That sad tale, of love filled with sorrow, has plagued the house of Davy Jones for centuries. You must find her, the only living descendent of Davy Jones himself. And ye must bring her to me. I might be able to help ye after I speak wit her."
"Why is the curse called Loved Sorrow?" Elizabeth asked.
"After all these years, it is said that the women create sorrow in every aspect in their lives, and that they have grown to love it," she answered.
"That doesn't seem right," she said returning to her mug.
"Where might we find the kin of Davy Jones?" Will asked getting back to the task at hand. Tia Dalma picked up her bones and lightly tossed them onto the table.
"You are in luck," she looked up at Jack, "The girl is in Port Royal."
"Wonderful….Gents, we leave in the morning," Jack raised his mug and took a drink.
"No, you must leave now," she ordered them.
"But the storm-"
"Has passed for now Miss Swann," she corrected, "but ye must stay here wit me. I need a woman's help wit something very important." The men were silent for a moment.
"Alright then, you heard her, let's go," Jack said as he downed the last of his rum.
"You must hurry, the sun is about to set in Port Royal and you must be there tonight," Tia Dalma explained rushing them out the door.
"How the bloody hell am I supposed to do that? It's a least a two week trip," Jack said almost completely outraged.
"You know how Jack Sparrow," she smiled. She watched his expression go from one of confusion, to understanding, and finally to a pout.
"I didn't want to have to do that." He complained, "The Pearl can only do that once a year, and I hardly thing that this is-"
"You must," she exclaimed, "You and Davy Jones are not the only one who needs this curse to end."
"Alright then," Jack said following the men out the door, "But how are we to find her?"
"Don't worry, she will find you," Tia Dalma said as she pushed Jack down the ladder into the boat. "Now go."
"How are we supposed to get to Port Royal in just a few hours?" Will asked as Jack sat down in the boat.
"Believe me boy, that is something that you do not want to know," he said furrowing his brow in a worried expression, "Men, once you are on board, hoist the anchor and the retreat to you quarters. This is going to be a bumpy ride."