A/Note:
To all my readers;
Hey, I'm updating again. For once. I just watched PotC 3 yesterday for like the third time, and the urge to write overtook. (: I hope you enjoy! Also, watch out for my other fics, which I will probably update today as well.
And just so you know, I've been trying pretty hard to make my chapters a bit longer.
Love,
IceCweamWuver
Prologue and Chapter 1
It was late.
Elizabeth Swann (she had refused the name Turner) tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
She sighed. This insufferable insomnia had been bothering her for years. Six years, to be exact. She had never quite realized what had caused it.
No. That was a lie. She DID know what caused it. She just did not want to admit it. Ever. To anyone, least of all to herself.
But the sad truth was Elizabeth Swann missed it. She missed the sea, the gentle rocking, the surf, the cool breeze. Without it, her title as "Pirate king" was useless. She was trapped on this godforsaken piece of LAND. A nice piece of land nonetheless, but not the sea.
Hot tears of realization rolled down her cheeks.
Stop, she instructed herself firmly. I will not allow myself to cry again.
For the young Miss Swann had long passed the age when tears were acceptable.
And that, again, was the sad truth.
Chapter 1
Somewhere, a man named Jack Sparrow (although he had always insisted on the title "Captain") was experiencing thoughts similar to those of Elizabeth Swann's.
"Six years," he murmured, more than a little tipsy. It had been six long years since all of it; the kraken, Tia Dalma, Calypso, and Singapore.
He held the bottle of run out, as if toasting the sea, and raised it to his lips.
There was not a single drop left.
He turned the bottle over and shook it. No rum whatsoever.
"Bloody rum," Sparrow said tipsily. "Always gone when you need it most."
He staggered down to the galley for another bottle.
No rum.
He staggered towards the Captain's Quarters to find his personal stock.
No rum.
There were was not a single bottle of rum on all of the Black Pearl.
Groaning, Sparrow hoisted himself up onto the rigging and climbed up to the crow's nest and began to formulate a plan.
First, they needed provisions. Gunpowder, food, water, and RUM. For that, they needed only to sail to the closest port, which was –
…
Tortuga.
In the early morning, Elizabeth Swann awoke in Tortuga. She dressed, tired and bleary-eyed. She had only slept for a few hours at most last night. The shadows under her eyes made her look much older than she truly was. Her once glossy and lustrous hair now hung limply.
Elizabeth quickly combed her hair, washed her face, and opened a window to let sunshine in.
The bright morning light filtered in, giving her a sudden boost of optimism. T
Today was going to be different, Elizabeth Swann told herself. Today was going to be the day she would forget her pirate life, one and for all.
Or so she hoped.
At early dawn, Captain Jack Sparrow awoke in the crow's nest. He climbed down to the deck and went below to wake him me.
"Hoist those sails, men!" he ordered, "We're in need of provisions! We're headed towards the nearest port."
"Cap'n," said Gibbs, "'aint that Tortuga?"
"It is indeed," he proclaimed.
"Isn't that where Mistress Turner -"
"Hush, Gibbs. No need to spare time talking. The sooner to Tortuga, the sooner to rum!"
And the Captain Jack Sparrow walked away, his swagger unmistakable.
Gibbs sighed quietly to himself. To Tortuga it was, then even if the captain was reluctant to discuss his lost love, thought Gibbs with a snigger.
Upon thinking of the once-cheerful Elizabeth Swann, as Gibbs always thought of her, he sighed. She was the reason their captain had been distracted all these years, whether Jack liked to admit it or not.
Then suddenly, Gibbs was struck with an idea.
Perfect, he thought, rubbing his hands (almost) evilly. This will do Jack and Miss Elizabeth Swann just fine.
Jack – Captain Jack Sparrow was in his cabin, studying a map.
Well, he was supposedly studying a map, but in actuality his mind was far away.
Lizzie, his Lizzie… Last he had known, Mistress Turner had settled in Tortuga. If she was still there, the odds were that Jack Sparrow would see her. Either that or she would see him being plummeted by Tortugan wenches. Neither option was desirable.
With a sigh, he buried his head in his arms, instinctively reaching out for rum. His hand groped thin air. Not a bottle of rum in sight. He sighed again. Jack had been doing a lot of that recently. The thought of Elizabeth Turner, not Swann filled him with dread.
Things had never been quite the same between the two of them after the kraken. Actually, things had never been the same since she had murdered him, left him to die.
However, during the brief periods Jack Sparrow felt he was truly free, he found himself bounding below deck to find the endearing Miss Swann and annoy the rum out of her.
In short, the mighty Captain Jack Sparrow found he missed someone, a woman, no less. He missed her, regardless what she had previously done.
He sighed for what seemed to be the hundredth time that morning, and once again let his head fall into his arms. He was only disturbed when he heard the loud cry, "LAND HOY!"
This was going to be a long morning.
A/Note:
HEY!
So, how did you like it? I already had all of it written out by hand, of course. You should know that if you've read any of my other fics. There will not be any Will-bashing, but this is a Sparrabeth story. Please leave serious, constructive criticism!
Also, I know that I switch in between characters a little quickly, but it hasn't seems to do the plot well.
DISCLAIMER: PotC belongs to Disney, no matter how much I wish Jack (CAPTAIN!) was mine. 3
All my love,
IceCweamWuver.
