Hello lovelies, newbie here. :3 Okay, so you should be warned:
THIS STORY HAS SPOILERS FOR POTC:DMC.
I was fortunate enough to be one of the first people in the world to view the movie at the NZ Premiere of PotC2, in fact, when I was watching it, on the 3rd, is was 8am in the morning for residents in London, where as the Leicester Square premiere would not take place several hours later. I went to the premiere dressed as a pirate, along with my friend, and to be honest, we kicked ass
I have seen the movie twice, viewing it also on the NZ release date of Thursday the 6th. I think this is the first time NZ has viewed a movie before the US, as movies usually debut in the US about three months before they show in NZ. :3
Anyway, I apologize now if I let any cats out of the bag.
This chapter is über short, as it's the first one, but do not fear! Future chapters will reach a couple of thousand words at least.
N/B: I sadly do not own any characters from PotC, unless I have created a new character, which will be stated. On the Brightside, I own underwear.
This is based along the third movie, and there is a chance that some things that happen in this will happen in the third movie, just a small chance.
Length: 1,000 words exactly :3
Barbossa was drunk again.
It had been a week since Will, Elizabeth and their pirate companions had been reunited with their previous rival, and none of them were pleased about it. According to Tia Dalma Barbossa was an essential ingredient in their quest to regain Jack Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow.
After leading Barbossa from the Gypsy Swamp A/N: I'm unsure of what this place is called right now. back to Port Royal, he made a beeline straight towards the nearest inn, where, before one could say "Parleley, parlelellyleloooo, par le nee, partner, parsnip, parsley...", he had a wench on his lap, and rum in his hand.
During these times, Elizabeth – who was forbidden from even a swig of rum - and the others would be stationed and a secluded nearby table, having hurried, whispered conversations.
"If we want Jack back, we'll need to do something soon." stated an anxious Elizabeth Swann on the eighth night. Her lover gave a rather peeved glare at the mention of Jacks name, torn between himself, yes, Jack was his friend, but he has sighted his beloved kissing Jack. A heavy weight rested upon allowing Jack to die, as jack has in fact attempted to kill Will on a number of occasions.
"Aye," said Gibbs, his gruff voice penetrating Will's thoughts.
"Aye!" agreed Marty, Pintel, Ragetti, and even Cottons bird, the bird then ruffled it's feathers and bobbed it's head.
"So, uh, if we all agrees, why aren't we doing nuffink?" Questioned a rather baffled Ragetti.
"Well that's the whole point, ain't it mate? We're thinking of what to do so that we aren't doing nothin' and we have something to do, so that we can rescue the Captain." Pintel answered, possibly attempting too seem smart, only to fail dismally, greeted by looks of bemusement from his friends.
"Right. Well I've got an idea." Said a determined Elizabeth, as she stood. Removing her hat she tossed it upon the table, and marched towards Barbossa, tapping him forcefully on the shoulder. "Captain Barbossa we are going to go find Captain Jack Sparrow" Then through gritted teeth she added, "weather you like it or not."
Barbossa turned from the woman before him and stared at Elizabeth. He raised a large hand, and stroked rough, callused fingers down her tan face, "Fine then lass, we set sail at dawn." With that he turned back to the giggling maid who wrapped her wafer thin arms around his neck, kissing him across the face when-
"It is dawn." Elizabeth pointed out smugly, a wicked smirk on her pretty face.
Barbossa groaned, pushed the blonde girl away, and nodded grimly, "Okay, but, six men, a lass, an undead monkey, and a parrot don't make much of a crew."
Elizabeth raised her slender arms, vaguely indicating around her, "In this room, there are dozens of men, with no woman, no job, no commitments, searching for a life. Take that man for instance," she nodded in the direction of a sombre looking man, "for the past week he's been in here every night, singing pirate songs to his rum. If he's not a pirate, I'm married to Jack Sparrow."
The approached the man casually, Elizabeth in the lead. "Excuse me sir, are you interested in joining us on a voyage to the ends of the Earth? You seem like a sailing type of man." She said confidently.
The man turned his head to look up at her, revealing sunken in, sad dull brown eyes, a well withered face, thin lips that curled into a frown, a greying mop of mousy hair, and rough stubble. He peered at her curiously for a moment, before those thin lips opened, and a strangled croak escaped, "no. no man in his right mind would want to join an escapade to death, you'd fall off the side of the earth, the pull would be to strong, like a waterfall."
Elizabeth was slightly taken aback, she was positive this man was a pirate, but evidently, her judge of character was incorrect. Barbossa, who was stationed at her side, whispered mockingly, "Mrs. Sparrow."
"But-" Elizabeth started.
"C'mon lad, adventure of a life time, thing of it, the wealth, the bonnie lasses, you, me, the sea." Barbossa cut in, flashing, what he probably assumed was a winning smile, only to expose rotting teeth, and a few gold and yellowing ones. The man gave them an awkward sort of smile in return. He raised his hand, and Barbossa took it, shaking vigorously. "Welcome to the crew lad."
And this was how it went for the next hour, in which they found themselves a whole new crew, most had never set sail before, let alone stepped on a ship, but they were determined, and that was good enough.
"Let's go then." Barbossa said finally, he froze, rubbing his onyx beard, a thoughtful expression on his face, "but the Pearl's sunk, we've got no ship."
Elizabeth laughed lightly, and lent forward, until their faces were only a few millimetres apart. "You seem to have forgotten one key factor; we're pirates." She purred.
Hefty footsteps behind her forced her to swivel round, to face a very tall heavy man, with untamed shaggy black hair, bushy eyebrows, and a face that appeared to have been pummelled repeatedly and now resembled mashed potatoes. The character burped loudly, causing Elizabeth to mutter under her breathe with distaste, "Charming."
The man thumped a huge fist to his chest, "Ogré (1) be pirate! I will join you!" His words were slow, as though well thought out. Elizabeth stood gaping at the man, who must have been a good 7 foot and 8 inches. Barbossa grinned, "We won't be having you in the crows nest, it might break." He had to stand on the tips of his toes to pat the man on the shoulder, "welcome aboard."
And so begins our crew's latest voyage, on the hunt for their Captain Jack Sparrow, to the ends of the earth, and back again.
Foot notes
1. Ogré is said "Oh-grey"
Well, whatcha think? Wanna know more about moi?
The names Lekhena. It's Cambodian, this is the first time I've ever told my name online, and I've been using the net since I was seven. Most people call me Lek, Lekki, and even Elekibeth. My online Alias's are Vinnie, Squishy, and Miffy.
But I've decided, a new website calls for a new nickname, and I've chosen to be Savvy. Yes. You can all call me Savvy. :3 3
I've never written here, I've never written a fanfic at all actually, I used to be a semi popular writer on Quizilla, few hundred readers, due to shameless promotion from my Quizillian friends, who were on the most popular list. I wrote original stories then, about a girl who had to tutor a bunch of misfits with a boy she loathed.
I actually wrote this story three days ago but I had to wait three days to upload it. ;-;
Ummm. I'm thirteen, fourteen in less then a hundred days, Taste of Chaos concert is a day before my birthday, and I'm going from Wellington to Auckland to see it New Zealand; we hardly get any concerts. I like rock and metal music, but I simply adore punk. I'm very immature and loserish, and I love playing Pokemon JBA games 3
I tend to fill up my text with silly smilies like :3 x3 and that's yoohaa. I make up words or say really stupid things, like yoohaa, teehee, toodles. I'm a very cutesy person, but I'll hurt you if needed.
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