Disclaimer- No matter how much I'd really love to, I cannot claim Orlando
Bloom and Johnny Depp because they are not mine. I know, I know, it's a
shock, eh? But try to keep your gasps down. Neither of the other People,
scenes, props, etc. from POTC belongs to me.
Author's Note- I always feel like my fan fictions don't come quite up to scratch (say that in a British accent and it is a lot more entertaining) but unlike term papers and crap, this isn't written to impress a teacher or anyone else. Of course I want the readers to enjoy it, that's why I am posting it, but most of all, it's a self-indulgence of a pirates life, you know, for me. Tehe. Well, on with it then!
Catalina Turner eased her way through the back alleyway to Mr. Brown's shop, avoiding as many soldiers as possible. What, with that pirate running rampant on the streets, soldiers were lurking or dashing or even barging in and out of homes on every street. Quite thankfully, the majority of soldiers stuck to the main streets for fear of being trapped with a fearsome pirate.
Catalina smiled. The soldiers were armed with the finest of defensive equipment and had been thoroughly trained to protect their town. Yet they were frightened of what, Catalina's brother, Will had described as a 'quite unorthodox and sorry excuse for a pirate'. But if this was such a terrible pirate, then why were half the ranks out on the prowl for him? This is ridiculous, she thought with a sigh.
Nonetheless, Will had certainly been worked up about Elizabeth's whole situation. But then again, it's not every day that a lady is rescued and directly after that, threatened by a pirate.
Catalina knew Will did not take long to make late morning deliveries, but this day, he'd taken order to Mr. Shell who, indeed, always kept him much longer with his outrageous stories of battles and wars against terrifying enemies of the Caribbean. Catalina found herself smiling once again. Regularly she would accompany her brother on such a delivery, but today, well today was different. The warm sun had burnt off all the sea's fog by 9 o' clock and the rhythmic waves of the sea seemed to be calling her as they slammed into the grand cliffs and swayed the ports ships.. Oh, the day was perfect for a swim. What could Catalina do? There was no way to resist it! Of course, she'd neglected to tell Will she stayed in to go swimming. He always worried, and Catalina grew weary of the lectures. Now, on the perfect day, Catalina made excuses to stay home; she'd taken ill, needed to finish a hilt design, or Catalina would tell him that her and Elizabeth were meeting for tea. That one's reaction always pleased her. Will was hopelessly in love and it was obvious to any half-wit.
Excusing herself after colliding with the one 'brave' soldier of the alley, (who shrieked like a child, but tried to justify it as a cough) Catalina reached the back door of Brown's. If fortune was on her side she could get in, change out of her sopping garments, and be ready to practice her swordsmanship with Will before he even returned. She shoved the door open without another thought but froze in the entrance frame.
Under the enormous sword turnstile, Will's backside faced her, and it was obvious he was dueling, but Catalina found herself wondering.. with whom? Will didn't practice fighting with anyone but his sister. She adjusted her angle to see who was in front of Will. The man's dark, stringy hair flopped lazily below a hat onto his shoulders. Deep chocolate eyes were rimmed with a think black line. It looked like..but then it couldn't be a..a pirate.
Eh, not a great place to stop, but I have to leave and I really want to get at least part of this published today. All right, let me know how you like it. Please review: Thanks if you do and Bite me if you don't!
Author's Note- I always feel like my fan fictions don't come quite up to scratch (say that in a British accent and it is a lot more entertaining) but unlike term papers and crap, this isn't written to impress a teacher or anyone else. Of course I want the readers to enjoy it, that's why I am posting it, but most of all, it's a self-indulgence of a pirates life, you know, for me. Tehe. Well, on with it then!
Catalina Turner eased her way through the back alleyway to Mr. Brown's shop, avoiding as many soldiers as possible. What, with that pirate running rampant on the streets, soldiers were lurking or dashing or even barging in and out of homes on every street. Quite thankfully, the majority of soldiers stuck to the main streets for fear of being trapped with a fearsome pirate.
Catalina smiled. The soldiers were armed with the finest of defensive equipment and had been thoroughly trained to protect their town. Yet they were frightened of what, Catalina's brother, Will had described as a 'quite unorthodox and sorry excuse for a pirate'. But if this was such a terrible pirate, then why were half the ranks out on the prowl for him? This is ridiculous, she thought with a sigh.
Nonetheless, Will had certainly been worked up about Elizabeth's whole situation. But then again, it's not every day that a lady is rescued and directly after that, threatened by a pirate.
Catalina knew Will did not take long to make late morning deliveries, but this day, he'd taken order to Mr. Shell who, indeed, always kept him much longer with his outrageous stories of battles and wars against terrifying enemies of the Caribbean. Catalina found herself smiling once again. Regularly she would accompany her brother on such a delivery, but today, well today was different. The warm sun had burnt off all the sea's fog by 9 o' clock and the rhythmic waves of the sea seemed to be calling her as they slammed into the grand cliffs and swayed the ports ships.. Oh, the day was perfect for a swim. What could Catalina do? There was no way to resist it! Of course, she'd neglected to tell Will she stayed in to go swimming. He always worried, and Catalina grew weary of the lectures. Now, on the perfect day, Catalina made excuses to stay home; she'd taken ill, needed to finish a hilt design, or Catalina would tell him that her and Elizabeth were meeting for tea. That one's reaction always pleased her. Will was hopelessly in love and it was obvious to any half-wit.
Excusing herself after colliding with the one 'brave' soldier of the alley, (who shrieked like a child, but tried to justify it as a cough) Catalina reached the back door of Brown's. If fortune was on her side she could get in, change out of her sopping garments, and be ready to practice her swordsmanship with Will before he even returned. She shoved the door open without another thought but froze in the entrance frame.
Under the enormous sword turnstile, Will's backside faced her, and it was obvious he was dueling, but Catalina found herself wondering.. with whom? Will didn't practice fighting with anyone but his sister. She adjusted her angle to see who was in front of Will. The man's dark, stringy hair flopped lazily below a hat onto his shoulders. Deep chocolate eyes were rimmed with a think black line. It looked like..but then it couldn't be a..a pirate.
Eh, not a great place to stop, but I have to leave and I really want to get at least part of this published today. All right, let me know how you like it. Please review: Thanks if you do and Bite me if you don't!