Authors' Notes: This is a collaborative effort between four authors, who would like to be known as the Barn, Indigo Pear, LeviDragon, and Sai-chan. We've all seen and fallen in love with the characters from the Pirates of the Caribbean, especially Cap'n Jack Sparrow (and his portrayer, Johnny Depp, of course). You may notice a change in writing style from sentence to sentence, but that is only because we are all different writers. This fic is for pure fun, and feedback will be appreciated. Unless you are a flamer, in which case we shall use you to start a bonfire on a deserted island with Cap'n Jack and NOT destroy the rum. ^_^
~*~*~*~ Chapter 1 ~*~*~*~
Jack Sparrow, *Captain* Jack Sparrow, was walking swishily along the docks with a fine bottle of warm rum in his left hand.
The docks were lively this morning. The recent spell of rain plaguing the waters had ceased, and the sailors were eager to leave port for other lands. Jack was also eager for them to go... and come back... with more rum.
He'd been thinking quite a lot about Will Turner lately, wondering if he'd ever decide to follow the pirate in him and live on the seas as his father had. He was almost certain that the call of the water would overwhelm young Turner one day, and he was determined to take Will aboard his own crew once he was ready.
Of course, as he finished off the last of the bottle, Jack couldn't think too much more. He collapsed where he lay, right there on the docks, with the spray of the ocean and the heat of the sun as his bedfe.. er, dockfellows. Pity.
A little man, pudgy from the advantages of high society, waddled down the wooden walkway to stand beside the fallen Captain. He grimaced, a look of distaste evident in his beady gaze, and nudged the snoring man with one booted toe.
"You, sir. I say, are you Mr. Sparrow, sir?"
Jack continued to snore peacefully. After a few more nudges and a good, sound kick in the side, Jack awoke and opened one eye to peer up at the intruder. "No, sir, I am not Mr. Sparrow. I am, in fact, *Captain* Jack Sparrow."
The man sighed heavily and threw Jack a disgusted look. "I, personally, wouldn't care if you were an admiral or a cabin boy." The short man pulled a crisp letter out of the pouch tied to his belt and tossed it onto Jack's stomach. With a single, sophisticated cough, the man stiffened and turned his nose up at the captain. "You are cordially invited to a celebratory supper at the Governor's Manor, as an honored guest of Miss Elizabeth Swann." He paused and eyed Jack's attire before sniffing and shifting his gaze to more pleasent scenery.
"You might wish to wear something more civilized, sir, if I *may* be so bold." Without waiting for a reply, the pudgy man turned on a heel and walked away.
Jack sneered at the man's retreating back. "No, you may *not* be so bold. Savvy?" He paused before calling again, "Will there be rum?" Then he looked down at himself speculatively. Seeing nothing but the finest in eccentric pirate garb, he proceeded to read the invitation.
He squinted at first, trying to make his eyes comprehend the loopy calligraphy sprawled across the paper. Bunching up the ol' lookers didn't seem to help much, so he tried a wide-eyed, half-turn-of-the-head approach. That didn't work either. "Hurrah for rum. Can't read a bloody thing when you're too pissed." He decided to call upon young Will and find out his information that way, as the boy was sure to know everything concerning his bonnie lass.
A smirk spread across Jack's lips as the captain rolled languidly to his feet. He paused for a moment, allowing time for his surroundings to spin back into place. The man folded the letter into a haphazard square and tucked the parchment into his belt. With an old tavern song on the tip of his tongue, Jack sauntered down the wooden lane, the bottle of rum secure in his grip. The captain stopped suddenly, one booted foot poised just above a hole in the dock, and turned sharply before gazing around for a moment. He shrugged nonchalantly, taking a swig from the bottle, and swaggered down the path in the opposite direction.
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When Jack finally found his way to the smithy, it was nearly sundown. Before he could knock on the door, however, it opened. Two seconds later he found himself looking up at the darkening sky with a frantic-looking Will Turner on his chest.
"What th-mmph!" Will yelled before his mouth was obstructed by Jack's shoulder.
Jack blinked a bit and realized that instead of seeing the slighter man standing in front of him, he was, in fact, staring up at the evening sky. He was rather comfortable and was all ready to take another little nap when he realized that the warm lump covering his torso was, in fact, the object of his affec, er, attention... er, the smith he was looking for. "Hallo!" he said, rather cheerily for a man facing a hell of a hangover. That is if he ever stopped drinking long enough to regain momentary sobriety. Which was a long shot anyway.
"Why is it that whenever I have something important to do, there's always an obstica-Jack!" The young man pushed himself away from the captain's body and kneeled next to him. He studied the man's slack, relaxed face and flushed cheeks, with an amused yet disapproving look. "You're drunk again, aren't you? Oh what am I saying? You're always drunk. Well, come on then. Up we go. You can't stay there all day." Will smiled, shaking his head, and extended a hand toward the older man.
"Well, " said Jack, "Can I stay here all night then?"
Will lgave him a look of exasperation. "No Jack, we've got tea with Governor Swann and Elizabeth--" He paused to look at his pocketwatch. "15 minutes ago! Now get up so we can go!"
Fifteen minutes late or not, Jack simply wasn't in the mood to do anything other than saunter. He walked along, winking at any pretty wenches who looked his way. "Goin' to the guv'nor's house, y'know?" Will ignored the twinge he felt whenever Jack slowed near one of the many lasses who had *other* things to offer besides slaps. He shook himself, then turned to Jack.
"Captain Sparrow," came the more-formal address, "you won't be 'goin' to the guv'nor's house' if we do not arrive post-haste!" Will felt rather pleased with himself when the captain quickened his pace and fell into step with the younger man. Finally, they arrived at the large white house. Will knocked on the door, and a pudgy little man answered. After a moment or two of staring at Captain Jack's rather queeny composure, he remembered his station.
"Yes, sir, how may I help you?" This was addressed to Will, who was in a lesser state of dishabille.
Will pursed his lips. "We were invited to tea, sir. It was a special request made by Miss Swa-" "I'm extremely disappointed, Mr. Turner. You would think that after our adventures, you could muster the courage needed to call me by my given name?" A young, fashionable woman with long curling chestnut hair walked daintily toward the entrance to the mansion. "You may return to your duties, Harold." The short man bowed once. "Yes Ma'am." He shot a disdainful look at Jack, before turning and walking away. Will blinked, a flush creeping past the collar of his shirt.
"E-Elizabeth. You look stunning." The woman scoffed, absently tossing her long hair over one shoulder. "You do say that everyday, Will." She smiled and turned to Jack. "Jack, it's wonderful to see you again," she said to the slightly swaying pirate.
"Elizabeth, luv!" said Jack pleasantly to his hostess. "Fancy meeting you here!"
"...I live here. Jack, are you drunk?" Elizabeth asked, eyeing his slightly blank gaze.
"Drunk? Never! Slightly intoxicated? Always!" came the cheerful reply.
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The three entered the parlour where Elizabeth had tea and cucumber sandwiches waiting. Elizabeth pretended not to notice when Jack took out a flask hidden in his shirt and dumped the contents into her father's fine china. Instead, she flashed her guests a dazzling smile and asked whether they'd received their invitations to her father's dinner yet.
Will thought for a moment before nodding. He stood near the entrance to the parlour, feeling a bit self-concious in his frayed trousers and faded tunic. "Yes, Elizabeth. I received mine this morning." He cleared his throat, attempting to relieve himself of the nervous feeling in his chest. He threw a side-long glance at Jack, watching silently as the man fingered a piece of parchment at his belt. The young blacksmith's eyebrows furrowed deeply as his eyes unconciously traveled the length of the older man's fingers. He reminded himself sternly, that his attention should never wander in the presence of the lady who had stolen his heart.
"Er, won't you both please come and sit down?" asked Elizabeth, indicating a very expensive sofa and a few overstuffed chairs.
"Yes, Elizabeth, thank you," replied Will as he sat down at one end of the sofa, Elizabeth settling down a few spaces away from him. "Ah yes, don't mind if I do, actually!" said Jack as he proceeded to squeeze himself between an embarrassed-looking Elizabeth and a flustered Will.
Jack had lived over half his life in a 'slightly intoxicated' state and was thus perfectly aware of what he was doing. So he proceeded to slip his arms behind his favorite couple. With the textures of Elizabeth's silk in his right hand and the course, rough material of Will's tunic in his left, and with a little rum-punched tea, Jack was having a merry old time. Especially when he realized just *how* uncomfortable he was making everybody.
Elizabeth, quite used to such contact from similar masters of seduction, blushed politely and pushed his hand firmly away and tried to continue on. "I have been pondering our past adventures-" Will, on the other hand, was not acquainted with the flirtings of the sex that thought with their little head. As one of them, he rarely had such attentions lavished on him, and became very, very nervous. He felt soft chills under the spot on the garment that Jack stroked. His breath hitched. And jumped up swiftly, twitching to relieve himself of the wanton feeling. Of course, he'd heard nothing of Elizabeth's ongoing speech.
"Will, dear. Are you alright? You seem terribly flushed." Elizabeth's concerned voice pierced Will's daze. He shivered slightly and turned to face Elizabeth. He smiled apologetically and cleared his throat. "No. No. I'm quite alright, Elizabeth. I...just felt like standing, actually." His mind felt dizzy; detached from reality. The young woman frowned as she sat, perched on the plush couch.
"Well, then what is your opinion on the matter? Jack is quite taken with the idea." Will blinked as a nervous blush once again graced his smooth features. His gaze slid over to focus on Jack. The pirate captain grinned roguishly, causing the blush on Will's tanned cheeks to deepen.
"What'll it be then, Lad?" Will swore he saw the pirate wink.
"I...I'm sorry. I don't believe I understand."
Elizabeth tisked faintly at Will's lack of attention. "We were just discussing how much fun it would be if you and I were to borrow a ship and help Jack find the Black Pearl," she informed him. "It seems there was somewhat of a misunderstanding on the ship..." At this she gave Jack a reproachful look. "...and they threw him overboard. Jack was able to swim to the dock, of course, but the ship is long gone. I think it's a marvelous idea! It'll be another adventure for the three of us. We'll be at sea again!"
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End of Chapter 1: More to come!
~*~*~*~ Chapter 1 ~*~*~*~
Jack Sparrow, *Captain* Jack Sparrow, was walking swishily along the docks with a fine bottle of warm rum in his left hand.
The docks were lively this morning. The recent spell of rain plaguing the waters had ceased, and the sailors were eager to leave port for other lands. Jack was also eager for them to go... and come back... with more rum.
He'd been thinking quite a lot about Will Turner lately, wondering if he'd ever decide to follow the pirate in him and live on the seas as his father had. He was almost certain that the call of the water would overwhelm young Turner one day, and he was determined to take Will aboard his own crew once he was ready.
Of course, as he finished off the last of the bottle, Jack couldn't think too much more. He collapsed where he lay, right there on the docks, with the spray of the ocean and the heat of the sun as his bedfe.. er, dockfellows. Pity.
A little man, pudgy from the advantages of high society, waddled down the wooden walkway to stand beside the fallen Captain. He grimaced, a look of distaste evident in his beady gaze, and nudged the snoring man with one booted toe.
"You, sir. I say, are you Mr. Sparrow, sir?"
Jack continued to snore peacefully. After a few more nudges and a good, sound kick in the side, Jack awoke and opened one eye to peer up at the intruder. "No, sir, I am not Mr. Sparrow. I am, in fact, *Captain* Jack Sparrow."
The man sighed heavily and threw Jack a disgusted look. "I, personally, wouldn't care if you were an admiral or a cabin boy." The short man pulled a crisp letter out of the pouch tied to his belt and tossed it onto Jack's stomach. With a single, sophisticated cough, the man stiffened and turned his nose up at the captain. "You are cordially invited to a celebratory supper at the Governor's Manor, as an honored guest of Miss Elizabeth Swann." He paused and eyed Jack's attire before sniffing and shifting his gaze to more pleasent scenery.
"You might wish to wear something more civilized, sir, if I *may* be so bold." Without waiting for a reply, the pudgy man turned on a heel and walked away.
Jack sneered at the man's retreating back. "No, you may *not* be so bold. Savvy?" He paused before calling again, "Will there be rum?" Then he looked down at himself speculatively. Seeing nothing but the finest in eccentric pirate garb, he proceeded to read the invitation.
He squinted at first, trying to make his eyes comprehend the loopy calligraphy sprawled across the paper. Bunching up the ol' lookers didn't seem to help much, so he tried a wide-eyed, half-turn-of-the-head approach. That didn't work either. "Hurrah for rum. Can't read a bloody thing when you're too pissed." He decided to call upon young Will and find out his information that way, as the boy was sure to know everything concerning his bonnie lass.
A smirk spread across Jack's lips as the captain rolled languidly to his feet. He paused for a moment, allowing time for his surroundings to spin back into place. The man folded the letter into a haphazard square and tucked the parchment into his belt. With an old tavern song on the tip of his tongue, Jack sauntered down the wooden lane, the bottle of rum secure in his grip. The captain stopped suddenly, one booted foot poised just above a hole in the dock, and turned sharply before gazing around for a moment. He shrugged nonchalantly, taking a swig from the bottle, and swaggered down the path in the opposite direction.
~*~*~*~
When Jack finally found his way to the smithy, it was nearly sundown. Before he could knock on the door, however, it opened. Two seconds later he found himself looking up at the darkening sky with a frantic-looking Will Turner on his chest.
"What th-mmph!" Will yelled before his mouth was obstructed by Jack's shoulder.
Jack blinked a bit and realized that instead of seeing the slighter man standing in front of him, he was, in fact, staring up at the evening sky. He was rather comfortable and was all ready to take another little nap when he realized that the warm lump covering his torso was, in fact, the object of his affec, er, attention... er, the smith he was looking for. "Hallo!" he said, rather cheerily for a man facing a hell of a hangover. That is if he ever stopped drinking long enough to regain momentary sobriety. Which was a long shot anyway.
"Why is it that whenever I have something important to do, there's always an obstica-Jack!" The young man pushed himself away from the captain's body and kneeled next to him. He studied the man's slack, relaxed face and flushed cheeks, with an amused yet disapproving look. "You're drunk again, aren't you? Oh what am I saying? You're always drunk. Well, come on then. Up we go. You can't stay there all day." Will smiled, shaking his head, and extended a hand toward the older man.
"Well, " said Jack, "Can I stay here all night then?"
Will lgave him a look of exasperation. "No Jack, we've got tea with Governor Swann and Elizabeth--" He paused to look at his pocketwatch. "15 minutes ago! Now get up so we can go!"
Fifteen minutes late or not, Jack simply wasn't in the mood to do anything other than saunter. He walked along, winking at any pretty wenches who looked his way. "Goin' to the guv'nor's house, y'know?" Will ignored the twinge he felt whenever Jack slowed near one of the many lasses who had *other* things to offer besides slaps. He shook himself, then turned to Jack.
"Captain Sparrow," came the more-formal address, "you won't be 'goin' to the guv'nor's house' if we do not arrive post-haste!" Will felt rather pleased with himself when the captain quickened his pace and fell into step with the younger man. Finally, they arrived at the large white house. Will knocked on the door, and a pudgy little man answered. After a moment or two of staring at Captain Jack's rather queeny composure, he remembered his station.
"Yes, sir, how may I help you?" This was addressed to Will, who was in a lesser state of dishabille.
Will pursed his lips. "We were invited to tea, sir. It was a special request made by Miss Swa-" "I'm extremely disappointed, Mr. Turner. You would think that after our adventures, you could muster the courage needed to call me by my given name?" A young, fashionable woman with long curling chestnut hair walked daintily toward the entrance to the mansion. "You may return to your duties, Harold." The short man bowed once. "Yes Ma'am." He shot a disdainful look at Jack, before turning and walking away. Will blinked, a flush creeping past the collar of his shirt.
"E-Elizabeth. You look stunning." The woman scoffed, absently tossing her long hair over one shoulder. "You do say that everyday, Will." She smiled and turned to Jack. "Jack, it's wonderful to see you again," she said to the slightly swaying pirate.
"Elizabeth, luv!" said Jack pleasantly to his hostess. "Fancy meeting you here!"
"...I live here. Jack, are you drunk?" Elizabeth asked, eyeing his slightly blank gaze.
"Drunk? Never! Slightly intoxicated? Always!" came the cheerful reply.
~*~*~*~
The three entered the parlour where Elizabeth had tea and cucumber sandwiches waiting. Elizabeth pretended not to notice when Jack took out a flask hidden in his shirt and dumped the contents into her father's fine china. Instead, she flashed her guests a dazzling smile and asked whether they'd received their invitations to her father's dinner yet.
Will thought for a moment before nodding. He stood near the entrance to the parlour, feeling a bit self-concious in his frayed trousers and faded tunic. "Yes, Elizabeth. I received mine this morning." He cleared his throat, attempting to relieve himself of the nervous feeling in his chest. He threw a side-long glance at Jack, watching silently as the man fingered a piece of parchment at his belt. The young blacksmith's eyebrows furrowed deeply as his eyes unconciously traveled the length of the older man's fingers. He reminded himself sternly, that his attention should never wander in the presence of the lady who had stolen his heart.
"Er, won't you both please come and sit down?" asked Elizabeth, indicating a very expensive sofa and a few overstuffed chairs.
"Yes, Elizabeth, thank you," replied Will as he sat down at one end of the sofa, Elizabeth settling down a few spaces away from him. "Ah yes, don't mind if I do, actually!" said Jack as he proceeded to squeeze himself between an embarrassed-looking Elizabeth and a flustered Will.
Jack had lived over half his life in a 'slightly intoxicated' state and was thus perfectly aware of what he was doing. So he proceeded to slip his arms behind his favorite couple. With the textures of Elizabeth's silk in his right hand and the course, rough material of Will's tunic in his left, and with a little rum-punched tea, Jack was having a merry old time. Especially when he realized just *how* uncomfortable he was making everybody.
Elizabeth, quite used to such contact from similar masters of seduction, blushed politely and pushed his hand firmly away and tried to continue on. "I have been pondering our past adventures-" Will, on the other hand, was not acquainted with the flirtings of the sex that thought with their little head. As one of them, he rarely had such attentions lavished on him, and became very, very nervous. He felt soft chills under the spot on the garment that Jack stroked. His breath hitched. And jumped up swiftly, twitching to relieve himself of the wanton feeling. Of course, he'd heard nothing of Elizabeth's ongoing speech.
"Will, dear. Are you alright? You seem terribly flushed." Elizabeth's concerned voice pierced Will's daze. He shivered slightly and turned to face Elizabeth. He smiled apologetically and cleared his throat. "No. No. I'm quite alright, Elizabeth. I...just felt like standing, actually." His mind felt dizzy; detached from reality. The young woman frowned as she sat, perched on the plush couch.
"Well, then what is your opinion on the matter? Jack is quite taken with the idea." Will blinked as a nervous blush once again graced his smooth features. His gaze slid over to focus on Jack. The pirate captain grinned roguishly, causing the blush on Will's tanned cheeks to deepen.
"What'll it be then, Lad?" Will swore he saw the pirate wink.
"I...I'm sorry. I don't believe I understand."
Elizabeth tisked faintly at Will's lack of attention. "We were just discussing how much fun it would be if you and I were to borrow a ship and help Jack find the Black Pearl," she informed him. "It seems there was somewhat of a misunderstanding on the ship..." At this she gave Jack a reproachful look. "...and they threw him overboard. Jack was able to swim to the dock, of course, but the ship is long gone. I think it's a marvelous idea! It'll be another adventure for the three of us. We'll be at sea again!"
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End of Chapter 1: More to come!