A/N: My first fanfic. Don't flame.
Disclamier: I don't own any of the original characters to POTC, or the plot for the first one...obviously. But I DO own the The Ruby and the Crossback. They are my ships. You can't take them! MwaahhHH!!! mwaahhh!!! mwahhh cough cough lol.
CH 1
The sun was setting as Elizabeth slowly climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Will was still not home yet. He often spent late hours in the blacksmith's shop designing and making more magnificent swords. Sometimes, Elizabeth swore he forgot that he had a pregnant wife all alone at home.
Of course she was never really all alone. There were the maids and doormen, but they were all ill of company, and busy with their jobs around the house. She sat down on the bed, placing her hands over her stomach, and looked out the window facing the bay. Everything looked so peaceful, and so calm. Nothing was out of it's place.
The streets were empty, as it was quickly growing darker with each passing moment. The sea was calm, and the waves were gently rolling in against the shore. The wind whistled past her window, and she got up to shut it. The baby inside her gave a small kick.
"Shh...it's ok. Daddy will be home soon. He promised he would be," she told herself, more than the baby. She was getting very worried, and didn't like going to sleep without him being there.
She kept staring out the window until the maid came in. She put the bed warmer in the fire and left without a word. Elizabeth missed the maids in her father's house. They had always seemed so much more cheerful...more talkative.
Half an hour later, when Will still hadn't came, she called for the maid, and got into bed. Slowly she drifted off into a deep sleep....
In the shop, Will was still hard at work. He felt his eyes beginning to sag, and then looked out the small in window at the corner of the shop into the alley. It was dark, and the stars shined clearly in the calm night sky.
He rubbed his eyes, and began to put his things away. He took his time, as he didn't realize how late it actually was. Then he remembered an order that was due to be delivered early the next morning. Gillette was being promoted to Captain of the new ship that was to replace the Interceptor. Nobody knew what the name of that ship was, for Governor Swan chose to keep it as a secret until the ceremony.
He had no sooner put everything away than he had to get it all back out again. All of his work was precise, and could not be done in such haste, so he to a small swig of rum, and went back to work.
Then he heard a boom of cannons. He jumped at first, not realizing what it was. Then he stood up and grabbed a sword he had made only days before, and a small but sharp hatchet. He was grabbing his hat to leave when there was a pounding on the door, and then it burst open!
Six mangy looking pirates stood in front of him with toothless grins on their faces.
One of them shouted orders and the others began gathering all of the swords that were hanging over the shop.
"Well, well, well....look 'a what we 'ave 'ere" the leader snarled.
" 'Aye...Bootstrap."
Will didn't know what to do. He could probably take on one stupid pirate...but six? They were backing him against a wall. All he could think of was his dearest Elizabeth.
"Ahh...no. This be not Ole' Bootstrap. This 'ere be 'is whelp." Another one with a missing hand said.
"Ahh...so this be the young Turner who we 'ear talk of in Tortuga," the leader said.
Will didn't dare say anything.
"What's wrong laddie? Cat got yer tongue?"
Will looked the pirate in the eyes. He had a great bore a striking resemblance to the now dead, Captain Barbossa.
"Where be ye little wife?"
Will still opted to say nothing. He couldn't end up dead. He had Elizabeth...and their child to care for.
"I said, where be yer wife," the pirate shouted, grabbing Wills wrist.
"My wife does not concern you, or the rest of this dirty crew."
"Aye. Fine. If that be the case. We'll find 'er ourselves," the a short little pirate said, grabbing some irons out of his pocket.
"Yer might be able to get out of these," the pirate leader said chaining one side of the cuffs to a bar along the wall, "But I doubt it. Roots, go find the Misses. I think that she would probably be in their little house...right next to the Governors???" He smirked, "And in case ye be wonderin' where yer little wife 'as gone. Well she's gonna be in good care...of Captain Barbossa."
"Barbossa is dead," Will retorted, struggling to get free of the irons that now kept him against the wall.
The pirates laughed.
"Aye. Barbossa of the Pearl is dead...but I'm still 'ere. You tell the Sparrow friend of yours that it's all his fault, and if he wants ye to get yer lovely little wife back, then 'e best be findin' the The Ruby. 'E knows why."
"Ruby?" Will asked, not quite understanding why Jack needed to find a jewel.
"Aye, The Ruby. Second fastest ship in the world. Second, to none other than the Black Pearl."
The pirates laughed, and left without another word.
Meanwhile back at the house, Elizabeth awoke hearing the noises in the bay below. She slowly got out of bed to look out the window, when the bedroom door swung open.
She screamed when she saw three pirates armed with swords, and torches storm in.
"Get away from me!!!" She shouted as she jumped onto the bed.
The pirates grinned.
"Aye' this e're must be the little wife."
"What do you want with me??? I don't have anything. If my husband gets back...."
"Aye. Yer beloved husband has already been taken care of," the short little pirate called Roots told her.
"What?" She asked. Had they killed her husband? Taken him??
"Like I said. Now come with us, and we promise we won't hurt you. Or," he added looking at her 7 months pregnant round stomach, "your precious little baby."
A taller pirate grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her off the bed. He led her downstairs, past the dead bodies of her maids, and doorman, and out to the harbor.
Soon, she was once again standing on the deck of a pirate ship. This ship was as big as the Dauntless and the woodwork was embossed with rubies of different sizes. On a wall she presumed was a type of cabin, the rubies formed the awful shape of a skull and cross bones.
"What do you want with me?," she asked, ripping her hand away from the grimy pirate.
"Aye' you'll 'ave to wait for the Captain to know that!"
Disclamier: I don't own any of the original characters to POTC, or the plot for the first one...obviously. But I DO own the The Ruby and the Crossback. They are my ships. You can't take them! MwaahhHH!!! mwaahhh!!! mwahhh cough cough lol.
CH 1
The sun was setting as Elizabeth slowly climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Will was still not home yet. He often spent late hours in the blacksmith's shop designing and making more magnificent swords. Sometimes, Elizabeth swore he forgot that he had a pregnant wife all alone at home.
Of course she was never really all alone. There were the maids and doormen, but they were all ill of company, and busy with their jobs around the house. She sat down on the bed, placing her hands over her stomach, and looked out the window facing the bay. Everything looked so peaceful, and so calm. Nothing was out of it's place.
The streets were empty, as it was quickly growing darker with each passing moment. The sea was calm, and the waves were gently rolling in against the shore. The wind whistled past her window, and she got up to shut it. The baby inside her gave a small kick.
"Shh...it's ok. Daddy will be home soon. He promised he would be," she told herself, more than the baby. She was getting very worried, and didn't like going to sleep without him being there.
She kept staring out the window until the maid came in. She put the bed warmer in the fire and left without a word. Elizabeth missed the maids in her father's house. They had always seemed so much more cheerful...more talkative.
Half an hour later, when Will still hadn't came, she called for the maid, and got into bed. Slowly she drifted off into a deep sleep....
In the shop, Will was still hard at work. He felt his eyes beginning to sag, and then looked out the small in window at the corner of the shop into the alley. It was dark, and the stars shined clearly in the calm night sky.
He rubbed his eyes, and began to put his things away. He took his time, as he didn't realize how late it actually was. Then he remembered an order that was due to be delivered early the next morning. Gillette was being promoted to Captain of the new ship that was to replace the Interceptor. Nobody knew what the name of that ship was, for Governor Swan chose to keep it as a secret until the ceremony.
He had no sooner put everything away than he had to get it all back out again. All of his work was precise, and could not be done in such haste, so he to a small swig of rum, and went back to work.
Then he heard a boom of cannons. He jumped at first, not realizing what it was. Then he stood up and grabbed a sword he had made only days before, and a small but sharp hatchet. He was grabbing his hat to leave when there was a pounding on the door, and then it burst open!
Six mangy looking pirates stood in front of him with toothless grins on their faces.
One of them shouted orders and the others began gathering all of the swords that were hanging over the shop.
"Well, well, well....look 'a what we 'ave 'ere" the leader snarled.
" 'Aye...Bootstrap."
Will didn't know what to do. He could probably take on one stupid pirate...but six? They were backing him against a wall. All he could think of was his dearest Elizabeth.
"Ahh...no. This be not Ole' Bootstrap. This 'ere be 'is whelp." Another one with a missing hand said.
"Ahh...so this be the young Turner who we 'ear talk of in Tortuga," the leader said.
Will didn't dare say anything.
"What's wrong laddie? Cat got yer tongue?"
Will looked the pirate in the eyes. He had a great bore a striking resemblance to the now dead, Captain Barbossa.
"Where be ye little wife?"
Will still opted to say nothing. He couldn't end up dead. He had Elizabeth...and their child to care for.
"I said, where be yer wife," the pirate shouted, grabbing Wills wrist.
"My wife does not concern you, or the rest of this dirty crew."
"Aye. Fine. If that be the case. We'll find 'er ourselves," the a short little pirate said, grabbing some irons out of his pocket.
"Yer might be able to get out of these," the pirate leader said chaining one side of the cuffs to a bar along the wall, "But I doubt it. Roots, go find the Misses. I think that she would probably be in their little house...right next to the Governors???" He smirked, "And in case ye be wonderin' where yer little wife 'as gone. Well she's gonna be in good care...of Captain Barbossa."
"Barbossa is dead," Will retorted, struggling to get free of the irons that now kept him against the wall.
The pirates laughed.
"Aye. Barbossa of the Pearl is dead...but I'm still 'ere. You tell the Sparrow friend of yours that it's all his fault, and if he wants ye to get yer lovely little wife back, then 'e best be findin' the The Ruby. 'E knows why."
"Ruby?" Will asked, not quite understanding why Jack needed to find a jewel.
"Aye, The Ruby. Second fastest ship in the world. Second, to none other than the Black Pearl."
The pirates laughed, and left without another word.
Meanwhile back at the house, Elizabeth awoke hearing the noises in the bay below. She slowly got out of bed to look out the window, when the bedroom door swung open.
She screamed when she saw three pirates armed with swords, and torches storm in.
"Get away from me!!!" She shouted as she jumped onto the bed.
The pirates grinned.
"Aye' this e're must be the little wife."
"What do you want with me??? I don't have anything. If my husband gets back...."
"Aye. Yer beloved husband has already been taken care of," the short little pirate called Roots told her.
"What?" She asked. Had they killed her husband? Taken him??
"Like I said. Now come with us, and we promise we won't hurt you. Or," he added looking at her 7 months pregnant round stomach, "your precious little baby."
A taller pirate grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her off the bed. He led her downstairs, past the dead bodies of her maids, and doorman, and out to the harbor.
Soon, she was once again standing on the deck of a pirate ship. This ship was as big as the Dauntless and the woodwork was embossed with rubies of different sizes. On a wall she presumed was a type of cabin, the rubies formed the awful shape of a skull and cross bones.
"What do you want with me?," she asked, ripping her hand away from the grimy pirate.
"Aye' you'll 'ave to wait for the Captain to know that!"