Disclaimer ~ I don't own POTC.sorry to disappoint you all.but I do have a
bottle of rum!! Nope.I don't even have that.WAH!! I want my ruuum.
A/N Okay this is my first POTC fic, I decided to start writing it after going to see the amazing film for the sixth, and final time, on big screen. Please read and leave me a review (hopefully a good one if I deserve it!!)
Oh and by the way there is no Jack Sparrow in this chappie, he's mentioned though =) several times!! But I promise he is coming in the not too distant future.
The Sparrow Rebellion.
Life in the busy town of Port Royal continued much as it ever had. The gossips had plenty to talk about, the marriage of Miss Swann to someone far below her station, and of course the notorious escape of the wanted pirate, Jack Sparrow.
The ships entered port bringing new tales of pirate treachery, and the seas were fast becoming a very dangerous place to be. Good, honest folk feared the waves, and avoided sea voyages at any cost. The Cargoes brought from port to port doubled in price, due to the dangers of the crossing. And who was at the head of all this terror? Who led this fearless, never-ending line of thieves? Who else but the brave, daring though handsomely despicable, Captain Jack Sparrow?
William Turner worked furiously hard, slaving away in the Blacksmith's to complete the latest order from the navy. Each sword was personally made by him, well Mr Brown wasn't much help. When he was sober enough to stand up, his hands shook through lack of drink and he generally destroyed everything he touched, or even looked upon.
This order was of particular importance, and it had a deadline. Will hated working to times, it made him feel trapped, he worked because he had to, rather then because he wanted to. Mr Brown snored gently from the corner, and Will looked up rolling his eyes. Remembering the deadline, his eyes went back down to the metal he was carefully moulding into shape.
Elizabeth waltzed down the room, spinning and twirling, showing of the wedding dress to her father.
He beamed with delight. "Elizabeth, my dearest it is perfect, like you."
"Do you think it suits me father?" she asked, nervously.
He nodded. "Your mother would be so proud if she could see you now."
"I wish she was here."
Her father turned away, embarrassed. "Alas Elizabeth the one thing your heart craves for, is the very thing I cannot give you."
"I have such a wonderful father, and I know it is wrong of me to crave for my mother, but I do."
Elizabeth turned back to the mirror. "But I know mother cannot be at the wedding, though I do wish Jack could."
"Pardon, did I hear right? Elizabeth, dearest, that pirate is responsible for at least half of the thieving and pillaging that goes on in our seas."
"Our seas? They're his seas as well."
Her father sighed. "Well, that is out of the question."
Elizabeth nodded. "I doubt he'd want to come, I mean we almost got him killed last time, he did get his ship back though."
"And escape the gallows." Her father grumbled.
Elizabeth smiled. "He did, didn't he?"
"Yes, biggest mistake Norrington ever made, letting that damn pirate back on the high seas."
"I think it shows he has a heart, unlike some people." Elizabeth replied.
Her father left, as the maids came to help her take the dress off.
Later that day Elizabeth went for a walk, and as usual this daily walk took her in the direction of the blacksmiths. She pushed open the door and walked in. Will was sitting admiring a sword he had just finished.
"This is it," he said standing up. "When you look at the finished product, all the hard work and all the slaving seems worth it."
Elizabeth nodded, as she walked over to her fiancée. "All hard works pays off in the end. Will, there is something I have to tell you."
Will lay the sword down and stood up, concerned. "What is it? You're not.you know?"
Elizabeth smiled. "No, Will, not yet."
He gave a sigh of relief. "Some how I don't think your father would approve."
"There are a lot of things which my father doe not approve, but he cannot stop them. No I am here to talk to you about my mother."
"It's alright Elizabeth, I know what happened. She died.in childbirth."
Elizabeth shook her head. "No Will, that's just it. My mother didn't die, she is still alive, well as far as I know, I have not heard from her for a long time."
"What? I don't understand. How can she still be alive?" Will exclaimed.
"The baby too. You see the child was not my father's, he refused to look after it, and threw my mother out, but in such a way that no one would suspect the truth. He waited for her to have the baby and then pretended that she had died. He's been living that lie ever since."
"So she's still alive?" Will said, slowly, stressing the words.
Elizabeth nodded.
"Why bring this up now?"
"Because I want to find her Will, I want her to meet the man I am to marry." Elizabeth said. "All my life, I have been deprived of a mother because my father was too big headed to take in another's man child. No I cannot say that, he has been a good father. But Will, I want to meet my mother."
Will smiled. "Well, if that is what you want Elizabeth, that is what we shall do."
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The next morning Elizabeth rose early. Will cam round to find her in the dining room staring absently at a picture of her mother. She was carefully fondling the silver frame, running her fingers over the delicate engraving.
"So that's your mother, then?"
Elizabeth nodded. "Rosie, her name was Rosie Swann, father doesn't know her name before marriage."
Will took the picture from Elizabeth and walked to the window, staring at the beautiful, mystical face in the sunlight.
"She was very pretty, I can see where you get it from." Will smiled.
Elizabeth sighed. "I wish I had known her."
"When did she leave?"
"I was five at the time, I don't remember her at all." Elizabeth said, wistfully. "Do you remember your mother?"
"I'd rather not talk about it." Will said, bluntly handing the picture back.
"Elizabeth." Her father sighed as he walked into the room. "I thought you were going to let your mother go."
Elizabeth set the picture back on the table, and smiled. "I'm not going to let her go until I find her. Tell me about her, the more you tell me, the better idea I'll have of where to start looking."
"You're not going to drop this are you?" Her father asked.
Elizabeth shook her head. "Never."
"And young William, what does he think of all this?"
"If it is what Elizabeth wants I shall do whatever it takes to help her." Will replied.
Elizabeth smiled at him. she walked over to the blacksmith and threw her arms around his neck.
Her father turned away embarrassed.
The pair broke apart.
"So, tell me about mother." Elizabeth said.
"Oh Elizabeth, where should I start? Your mother was such a wild creature. Perhaps I should start at the beginning."
A/N Okay this is my first POTC fic, I decided to start writing it after going to see the amazing film for the sixth, and final time, on big screen. Please read and leave me a review (hopefully a good one if I deserve it!!)
Oh and by the way there is no Jack Sparrow in this chappie, he's mentioned though =) several times!! But I promise he is coming in the not too distant future.
The Sparrow Rebellion.
Life in the busy town of Port Royal continued much as it ever had. The gossips had plenty to talk about, the marriage of Miss Swann to someone far below her station, and of course the notorious escape of the wanted pirate, Jack Sparrow.
The ships entered port bringing new tales of pirate treachery, and the seas were fast becoming a very dangerous place to be. Good, honest folk feared the waves, and avoided sea voyages at any cost. The Cargoes brought from port to port doubled in price, due to the dangers of the crossing. And who was at the head of all this terror? Who led this fearless, never-ending line of thieves? Who else but the brave, daring though handsomely despicable, Captain Jack Sparrow?
William Turner worked furiously hard, slaving away in the Blacksmith's to complete the latest order from the navy. Each sword was personally made by him, well Mr Brown wasn't much help. When he was sober enough to stand up, his hands shook through lack of drink and he generally destroyed everything he touched, or even looked upon.
This order was of particular importance, and it had a deadline. Will hated working to times, it made him feel trapped, he worked because he had to, rather then because he wanted to. Mr Brown snored gently from the corner, and Will looked up rolling his eyes. Remembering the deadline, his eyes went back down to the metal he was carefully moulding into shape.
Elizabeth waltzed down the room, spinning and twirling, showing of the wedding dress to her father.
He beamed with delight. "Elizabeth, my dearest it is perfect, like you."
"Do you think it suits me father?" she asked, nervously.
He nodded. "Your mother would be so proud if she could see you now."
"I wish she was here."
Her father turned away, embarrassed. "Alas Elizabeth the one thing your heart craves for, is the very thing I cannot give you."
"I have such a wonderful father, and I know it is wrong of me to crave for my mother, but I do."
Elizabeth turned back to the mirror. "But I know mother cannot be at the wedding, though I do wish Jack could."
"Pardon, did I hear right? Elizabeth, dearest, that pirate is responsible for at least half of the thieving and pillaging that goes on in our seas."
"Our seas? They're his seas as well."
Her father sighed. "Well, that is out of the question."
Elizabeth nodded. "I doubt he'd want to come, I mean we almost got him killed last time, he did get his ship back though."
"And escape the gallows." Her father grumbled.
Elizabeth smiled. "He did, didn't he?"
"Yes, biggest mistake Norrington ever made, letting that damn pirate back on the high seas."
"I think it shows he has a heart, unlike some people." Elizabeth replied.
Her father left, as the maids came to help her take the dress off.
Later that day Elizabeth went for a walk, and as usual this daily walk took her in the direction of the blacksmiths. She pushed open the door and walked in. Will was sitting admiring a sword he had just finished.
"This is it," he said standing up. "When you look at the finished product, all the hard work and all the slaving seems worth it."
Elizabeth nodded, as she walked over to her fiancée. "All hard works pays off in the end. Will, there is something I have to tell you."
Will lay the sword down and stood up, concerned. "What is it? You're not.you know?"
Elizabeth smiled. "No, Will, not yet."
He gave a sigh of relief. "Some how I don't think your father would approve."
"There are a lot of things which my father doe not approve, but he cannot stop them. No I am here to talk to you about my mother."
"It's alright Elizabeth, I know what happened. She died.in childbirth."
Elizabeth shook her head. "No Will, that's just it. My mother didn't die, she is still alive, well as far as I know, I have not heard from her for a long time."
"What? I don't understand. How can she still be alive?" Will exclaimed.
"The baby too. You see the child was not my father's, he refused to look after it, and threw my mother out, but in such a way that no one would suspect the truth. He waited for her to have the baby and then pretended that she had died. He's been living that lie ever since."
"So she's still alive?" Will said, slowly, stressing the words.
Elizabeth nodded.
"Why bring this up now?"
"Because I want to find her Will, I want her to meet the man I am to marry." Elizabeth said. "All my life, I have been deprived of a mother because my father was too big headed to take in another's man child. No I cannot say that, he has been a good father. But Will, I want to meet my mother."
Will smiled. "Well, if that is what you want Elizabeth, that is what we shall do."
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The next morning Elizabeth rose early. Will cam round to find her in the dining room staring absently at a picture of her mother. She was carefully fondling the silver frame, running her fingers over the delicate engraving.
"So that's your mother, then?"
Elizabeth nodded. "Rosie, her name was Rosie Swann, father doesn't know her name before marriage."
Will took the picture from Elizabeth and walked to the window, staring at the beautiful, mystical face in the sunlight.
"She was very pretty, I can see where you get it from." Will smiled.
Elizabeth sighed. "I wish I had known her."
"When did she leave?"
"I was five at the time, I don't remember her at all." Elizabeth said, wistfully. "Do you remember your mother?"
"I'd rather not talk about it." Will said, bluntly handing the picture back.
"Elizabeth." Her father sighed as he walked into the room. "I thought you were going to let your mother go."
Elizabeth set the picture back on the table, and smiled. "I'm not going to let her go until I find her. Tell me about her, the more you tell me, the better idea I'll have of where to start looking."
"You're not going to drop this are you?" Her father asked.
Elizabeth shook her head. "Never."
"And young William, what does he think of all this?"
"If it is what Elizabeth wants I shall do whatever it takes to help her." Will replied.
Elizabeth smiled at him. she walked over to the blacksmith and threw her arms around his neck.
Her father turned away embarrassed.
The pair broke apart.
"So, tell me about mother." Elizabeth said.
"Oh Elizabeth, where should I start? Your mother was such a wild creature. Perhaps I should start at the beginning."