Hi, Vongy here! This is a silly little bunny that bit me. The story will be in one-shots all set around the same time and in one continuity, but otherwise unrelated. There's not really an overarching plot.
A little background: Sparry Tate is my all-purpose borderline-Mary-Sue POTC OC. What's she doing in this continuity? One of my friends suggested it. Anyone who is familiar with her backstory, it still stands aside from her year of birth. Even if you don't know it, though, it probably won't be an issue. I don't mean to explore it.
WARNING: CONTAINS AT WORLD'S END SPOILERS. READ RESPONSIBLY.
If you enjoy this first chapter, please leave me reviews. I'm not sure how much I'll continue this, so it might be based on reader response.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. In fact, only Sparry is my intellectual property. I'm not making any money off this, so don't shoot/sue/whatever.
…And Really Bad Eggs…
Adventure One: William Turner, You're a Liar
"I don't care how many times you say it! I'm not fool enough to believe your da' really is captain of an honest to goodness ghost ship." Clearly, the girl meant for that to be the last word of the argument, because she crossed her arms stubbornly over her chest and walked faster. Anyone without a death wish would have probably given up there, but her slightly younger companion persisted.
"But Sparry! He is! Mum told me so!" he called, jogging slightly to match her strides. The bane of the Tortuga gutters was not amused by his attempts at verbal mutiny.
"There's no such thing," she snorted indignantly, climbing up onto a barrel. "Your da' got lost on the way to Panama."
"My da' sails to the end of the world," replied the boy.
"No such place," objected Sparry, inspecting the sole of her shoe for rocks. "Will Turner, you're a liar. The world's round."
"There's a big waterfall at the end of the world," insisted Will. "It leads to the land of the dead."
"Well, going over a big waterfall would kill anyone. Doesn't prove a thing." Sparry hopped down and continued walking, momentarily halting to pull a spyglass out of a pouch on her belt and look up and down the street.
"Ever seen a green flash? It happens whenever—"
At that point Sparry cut him off. "Stories made up by scurvy old men," she shrugged. "You can see things that aren't really there if you get too much salt." She dropped back to walk beside him, eager to end this nonsense, and draped an arm around his shoulder. "Y'see, Will? You an' me, we're not too different. We both got missin' pirate da's, 'cept you know who yours is, an I don't know who mine is. But y'know how we're the same? We've never met 'em."
"He can only come ashore once every ten years," objected Will. "Or he'd be here more. Yours just doesn't care."
Sparry shrugged, still not amused. "Davy Jones eats liars for dinner."
"Davy Jones is dead. My dad's got his job."
"Didn't I tell you to stop lying?" snapped Sparry.
"I'm not lying!" exclaimed Will, so loud it was almost a shout.
"So prove it!" she answered, her tone all female fury in miniature. "Prove to me that your da's captain of a ghost ship and that he killed Davy Jones and that he can only come ashore once every ten years."
"Well, I can't prove it," conceded Will.
"Hah! I hope Davy Jones eats you, just to prove he's still alive."
"But mum does have Da's heart in a box," he continued brightly. "It's still beating."
Sparry looked astonished. "Now this I gotta see."
After about an hour of searching the Turner residence, you Will conceded, "I think Mum took it with her when she left this morning."
"Or maybe," replied Sparry, inspecting an oriental tapestry, "It doesn't exist because you're a liar, William Turner!" She rounded on him, holding up a silver spoon for emphasis. Will looked at her for a few moments before bursting out laughing.
"That's about the most non-threatening piece of silverware I've ever seen," he admitted between giggles.
"It would have worked better with a butter knife," agreed Sparry, looking for one. She came up with a pair of decorative chopsticks. "Hey, I don't understand, how'd your mum get to be pirate lord of the orient, of all places?"
"It's got something to do with Davy Jones and the previous pirate lord of the orient," began Will.
"Davy Jones eats liars," warned Sparry, sensing another far-fetched tale, "And you're still a liar, William Turner."
"Fine," shrugged the boy, forcefully taking the chopsticks and spoon from Sparry and putting them back in the case. "Keep not understanding."
Sparry frowned and considered that maybe Will was telling the truth. After all, it usually turned out that he was and that she had only suspected him of lying because she was, simply by nature, a habitual liar. "So, supposing I decide to believe your da' really is captain of a ghost ship?"
"What made you change your mind?" asked Will, straightening the tapestry she had rumpled earlier.
"You're usually right," she admitted. "And I'm usually wrong." For example, pocketing the coins on the table would be wrong, as she had learnt the first time she visited the Turner residence and got caught doing so. She'd never know Will's mother could be so scary. But then again, the woman was the pirate lord of the orient, and that had to mean something. "But supposing!"
"Then that's the end of the discussion. What's your da' do?"
"I dunno. Lies on a beach drinking rum. How am I supposed to know? I don't even know who he is. My mum doesn't even know who he is."
"You could've made something up," shrugged Will.
"I could've," agreed Sparry as they left the house. "But then again, Davy Jones eats liars."