Pirates of the Caribbean: Treasures of the Lost Abyss
Author: DaisyBrownlockOfOverhill
Summary: After 16 years a familiar face reappears in the life of Will Turner. What will happen when the Turner family is dragged on board for the whirlwind adventure of their lives?
This is what I think will happen in Pirates of the Caribbean 2. Some of the characters are based on casting rumours that I have heard over the past couple of months since the sequel was announced, and the title is based on a title that was being tossed around for the sequel (from what I've heard)!
Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own any of the original characters although I wish I did, but sadly Disney does. However I do own the new characters in this chapter of the Pirates legacy!
Beware, this chapter be extremely short. I apologize to ye in advance and I promise the next chapter will be longer to compensate for this one. Ye have been warned! As well, this chappie may also be a little confusing but I hope you will stay long enough to read the next chapter where everything will be explained!
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: The Reappearance
The sun shone brightly over the town of Port Royal once again and the spring leaves danced in the slight breeze that directed itself through the streets, over the ocean and across the wharves.
A Royal Guard stood watch on the wharf looking out for any sign of movement on the water. It wasn't until his monkey started squawking at an object up ahead and he heard the water breaking at the bow of a boat, that he thought his shift necessary. He retrieved his telescope and panned the horizon until he saw an object coming closer. The guard laughed wildly at what he saw and readied his record book.
The man in the approaching boat stood up and removed his tri-cornered hat as he looked upon the ship port and town of Port Royal that came ever closer. The tanned face of the man held two dark and fascinating eyes which currently donned a manic glint, his mouth curved up in a sly smile and the beads in his hair and goatee jingled and jangled as he got into position in order to bring his boat into port.
"Lower the oars!" yelled the man. Unfortunately, there was no one there to obey him, so he sat down sulkily and did it himself.
The sun had almost reached noon on the sundial when the man pulled up alongside the Port Royal wharf. He tied his boat up amid laughs and jeers from those shipmen who had come out of hibernation to work.
"It'll be four shillings to tie up ye boat," the Royal Guard mumbled while trying to keep a straight face.
"That ain't no boat," cried the shipman from across the wharf.
Meanwhile the mysterious man looked at them slyly all the while formulating a plan inside his cunning head.
"Prices sure 'ave gone up since the last time I was 'ere!" spat the man through a mouth full of gold teeth while he circled around the guard menacingly.
Quickly and without hesitation, he moved into action. The man placed his big black boot on the guard's backside, launched him off the wharf and the water jumped up with a SPLASH as the guard hit the water. The man took out his pistol and pointed it at the other shipmen warning them to lay off. The man swaggered back slowly and when he was out of sight ran through the shadowy back streets, being very careful not to be seen. He ran on twisting this way and that through the streets until he came to a very familiar building.
The sign above the door indicated that it was in fact a blacksmiths. The building was constructed of wooden planks and next door stood a suspicious looking statue. The man laughed upon seeing it, the sculpture seemed to bring back a memory of some sort.
He quietly opened the door and stepped in shutting it after himself.
A man, whose face still held evidence of a once handsome, young past, with brown curly hair, stood working away with a piece of metal that was still blazing hot.
"Oi, Will Turner, 'ello!" the boat man said to the blacksmith, "Long time, no see, eh?"
The man named Will Turner turned around and almost dropped his scorching metal as it registered through his mind who this was. His eyes and mouth widened as he was rendered speechless.
"Whassamatter, cat got yer tongue," the man laughed swaggering closer to Will.
"I haven't seen you for 16 years. You know, you better be careful, Norrington's gang is still after you, Jack Sparrow!" Will said astonished, once he had found his voice again.
"I expected a better greeting from ye, my friend!" Jack laughed.
"What do you want, Jack Sparrow?" Will asked non-chalantly as if he had said the same sentence before and he expected what was coming.
"Can't I say hello to an old mate?" the sly Jack answered.
"I haven't seen you for 16 years, not once, and you expect me to believe that you have come back for a cup of tea and to catch up with an old friend!" Will laughed disbelievingly, "What do you want?"
[A/N: I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and once again I apologize for the length. I hope you will all stay with me for the next chapter]
