Wrongs Righted
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I could steal the movie, the actors, and the set, Pirates of the Caribbean does not belong to me.maybe one day I'll make a lot of money and buy it.
Warning: This story contains slash and deserves its rating so if you for some reason don't know that "R" means restricted or you decided that the link was pretty but you don't really want to be here, go back now
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Will Turner opened his eyes in response to the sunlight streaming down onto his pillow through a small gap in the shutters. Warm Caribbean air caressed his skin and cool sheets hugged his body, the combination of elements making him feel tranquil. Elizabeth lay a little ways off, still sleeping peacefully. This is paradise, Will thought to himself. Or at least I thought it would be while I was still roaming the high seas with Captian Jack Sparrow. Jack. Will hadn't seen the pirate since when he had set him free from the gallows, and ever since that day it had been the pirate-and not the girl sleeping next to him-that occupied his every thought.
My life was going to be perfect, Will thought. I spent so much time rescuing Elisabeth because I was in love with her, right? Not the pirate. I risked my life for the girl. I protected her from invincible pirates. For what?
Will groaned. This was getting to be too much to handle. After many morning's ponderings similar to this one, he was coming to grips with the fact that all he really wanted was to be on the Black Pearl sailing god knows where with Jack. Not stuck in some small colonized town with the tedious job of a blacksmith. And the ironic thing was this was what he had wanted for most of his teenage and adult life. To work for himself, and be married to Elizabeth.
Frustration pushed out the calm that Will had felt moments before. Fists clenched, jaw tense, a mix of anger and desperate sadness in his deep brown eyes. He would have to tell her. Will knew that he couldn't live with so many lies, and as much as Elizabeth had done and sacrificed for him, she was not the one who held the key to his heart anymore.
As not to disturb the contently sleeping woman next to him, Will silently slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of black breaches made out of a light fabric (the weather did not allow for anything warmer). He quickly splashed a bit of cold water on his face to fully wake his body and then crept silently downstairs to procure some sort of breakfast.
Half an hour later, Will was still sitting at the small wooden table in the kitchen, holding an untouched mug of tea and trying to think of some way he could break the news to Elizabeth more easily, when he heard her rise and come down the stairs. She entered into the kitchen still in her white nightgown with her hair disheveled and her face flushed from sleep. The woman smiled when she saw Will, the same way she had smiled at him for months now, but he only briefly acknowledged her and went back to staring into the depths of his tea.
"What is the matter, Will?" she asked with concern. He looked up and smiled wanly. "There is something that I need to confess to you. Come sit down and have some tea."
Will fumbled for a way to begin. "I.I.well, that is, I.IthinkthatIloveJack" he said in a rush. "I am so sorry. Either way, I will do everything in my power to make you happy."
Elizabeth's jaw dropped open and she set down her own mug on the table forcefully. "I knew pirates were not to be trusted! Now that horrible Jack Sparrow is going to take you away from me! This is all his fault." Will sadly shook his head. "I regret then that you cannot trust me, then, for I am a pirate at heart."
Regretting that this had worked out so badly with Elizabeth, Will knew that the best thing would be to leave. It would spare both of them the pain and uneasy words that would otherwise have to be spoken. Not to mention the angry responses he would most likely get from her father, the Governor, and the Commodore. He quickly packed a few extra pairs of clothes, a dagger, some coins, and a loaf of bread into a sack, and left a note for Elizabeth explaining once again how sorry he was that it had turned out this way, and that he hoped she had a good life. Preparations done, Will threw on a white shirt, stockings and shoes, and his sword, and he was off.
Down at the harbor, Will fought his way through the people that crowded the dock towards the man who was in charge, and asked him if there was a ship here that would be leaving for Tortuga soon-where he hoped to find Jack. The man looked down the scrawling list in his book, jumped in surprise and fear, and then gave a half nod. He leaned over to Will and began to whisper in fear. "N..no idea h.how it got in t.there, I did not w.write it down, Tortuga you said? W.well not sure if I should let a well respectin' citizen such as yourself anywhere near the likes of him but supposedly the.the.B.Black Pearl is harbored here.and that's where they be goin' next."
Will's heart jumped a beat when the man beside him mentioned the Black Pearl. Jack here in Port Royale? It was too good to be true, more than coincidence, still it was a dream come true. The man pointed him further down the dock and wished Will good luck.
The Black Pearl loomed up in front of Will, and he was beginning to have second thoughts. What if Jack didn't want him tagging along on his newly found freedom? He would probably be more of a hindrance than a help on board, and from all the stories of brothels that Jack would laughingly tell, Will felt sure that his love wasn't returned. But he had come this far. He had broken it off with Elizabeth, packed, come down here and found the ship-almost like it was him that Jack and the crew were here for. With a deep breath, Will started up the gangplank.
Once he reached the top, Will lightly jumped down onto the deck of the ship. The crew was too busy loading rum and singing drunkenly into the sunlight to notice the stranger that had just come on board. A solitary figure sat on a wooden box at the other end of the deck, staring out at the shimmering sea with khol lined eyes. A red bandana tied back unruly black dreadlocks with a collection of colorful objects hanging from them. Jack! Will's heart leaped for the second time that day. Slowly, Will crept across the deck and up behind the pirate while unsheathing his sword. Pressing its sharp tip into Jack's lower back, Will calmly said, "And what might a pirate such as yourself be doing in Port Royale?"
Oblivious to the sword in his back, Jack spun around, recognizing the voice behind him. "Will!" The two men embraced heartily. Then, Jack stepped back, bowed in his uniquely cocky way, and said, "Couldn't keep yourself away, now could you lad?"
Both noticed but did not admit the second meaning in this simple enough phrase.
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R&R
I'm somewhat pleased with how that turned out, and I will be more tempted to write the next chapter sooner if I get more reviews. Hint. Hint.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I could steal the movie, the actors, and the set, Pirates of the Caribbean does not belong to me.maybe one day I'll make a lot of money and buy it.
Warning: This story contains slash and deserves its rating so if you for some reason don't know that "R" means restricted or you decided that the link was pretty but you don't really want to be here, go back now
**~*~**
Will Turner opened his eyes in response to the sunlight streaming down onto his pillow through a small gap in the shutters. Warm Caribbean air caressed his skin and cool sheets hugged his body, the combination of elements making him feel tranquil. Elizabeth lay a little ways off, still sleeping peacefully. This is paradise, Will thought to himself. Or at least I thought it would be while I was still roaming the high seas with Captian Jack Sparrow. Jack. Will hadn't seen the pirate since when he had set him free from the gallows, and ever since that day it had been the pirate-and not the girl sleeping next to him-that occupied his every thought.
My life was going to be perfect, Will thought. I spent so much time rescuing Elisabeth because I was in love with her, right? Not the pirate. I risked my life for the girl. I protected her from invincible pirates. For what?
Will groaned. This was getting to be too much to handle. After many morning's ponderings similar to this one, he was coming to grips with the fact that all he really wanted was to be on the Black Pearl sailing god knows where with Jack. Not stuck in some small colonized town with the tedious job of a blacksmith. And the ironic thing was this was what he had wanted for most of his teenage and adult life. To work for himself, and be married to Elizabeth.
Frustration pushed out the calm that Will had felt moments before. Fists clenched, jaw tense, a mix of anger and desperate sadness in his deep brown eyes. He would have to tell her. Will knew that he couldn't live with so many lies, and as much as Elizabeth had done and sacrificed for him, she was not the one who held the key to his heart anymore.
As not to disturb the contently sleeping woman next to him, Will silently slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of black breaches made out of a light fabric (the weather did not allow for anything warmer). He quickly splashed a bit of cold water on his face to fully wake his body and then crept silently downstairs to procure some sort of breakfast.
Half an hour later, Will was still sitting at the small wooden table in the kitchen, holding an untouched mug of tea and trying to think of some way he could break the news to Elizabeth more easily, when he heard her rise and come down the stairs. She entered into the kitchen still in her white nightgown with her hair disheveled and her face flushed from sleep. The woman smiled when she saw Will, the same way she had smiled at him for months now, but he only briefly acknowledged her and went back to staring into the depths of his tea.
"What is the matter, Will?" she asked with concern. He looked up and smiled wanly. "There is something that I need to confess to you. Come sit down and have some tea."
Will fumbled for a way to begin. "I.I.well, that is, I.IthinkthatIloveJack" he said in a rush. "I am so sorry. Either way, I will do everything in my power to make you happy."
Elizabeth's jaw dropped open and she set down her own mug on the table forcefully. "I knew pirates were not to be trusted! Now that horrible Jack Sparrow is going to take you away from me! This is all his fault." Will sadly shook his head. "I regret then that you cannot trust me, then, for I am a pirate at heart."
Regretting that this had worked out so badly with Elizabeth, Will knew that the best thing would be to leave. It would spare both of them the pain and uneasy words that would otherwise have to be spoken. Not to mention the angry responses he would most likely get from her father, the Governor, and the Commodore. He quickly packed a few extra pairs of clothes, a dagger, some coins, and a loaf of bread into a sack, and left a note for Elizabeth explaining once again how sorry he was that it had turned out this way, and that he hoped she had a good life. Preparations done, Will threw on a white shirt, stockings and shoes, and his sword, and he was off.
Down at the harbor, Will fought his way through the people that crowded the dock towards the man who was in charge, and asked him if there was a ship here that would be leaving for Tortuga soon-where he hoped to find Jack. The man looked down the scrawling list in his book, jumped in surprise and fear, and then gave a half nod. He leaned over to Will and began to whisper in fear. "N..no idea h.how it got in t.there, I did not w.write it down, Tortuga you said? W.well not sure if I should let a well respectin' citizen such as yourself anywhere near the likes of him but supposedly the.the.B.Black Pearl is harbored here.and that's where they be goin' next."
Will's heart jumped a beat when the man beside him mentioned the Black Pearl. Jack here in Port Royale? It was too good to be true, more than coincidence, still it was a dream come true. The man pointed him further down the dock and wished Will good luck.
The Black Pearl loomed up in front of Will, and he was beginning to have second thoughts. What if Jack didn't want him tagging along on his newly found freedom? He would probably be more of a hindrance than a help on board, and from all the stories of brothels that Jack would laughingly tell, Will felt sure that his love wasn't returned. But he had come this far. He had broken it off with Elizabeth, packed, come down here and found the ship-almost like it was him that Jack and the crew were here for. With a deep breath, Will started up the gangplank.
Once he reached the top, Will lightly jumped down onto the deck of the ship. The crew was too busy loading rum and singing drunkenly into the sunlight to notice the stranger that had just come on board. A solitary figure sat on a wooden box at the other end of the deck, staring out at the shimmering sea with khol lined eyes. A red bandana tied back unruly black dreadlocks with a collection of colorful objects hanging from them. Jack! Will's heart leaped for the second time that day. Slowly, Will crept across the deck and up behind the pirate while unsheathing his sword. Pressing its sharp tip into Jack's lower back, Will calmly said, "And what might a pirate such as yourself be doing in Port Royale?"
Oblivious to the sword in his back, Jack spun around, recognizing the voice behind him. "Will!" The two men embraced heartily. Then, Jack stepped back, bowed in his uniquely cocky way, and said, "Couldn't keep yourself away, now could you lad?"
Both noticed but did not admit the second meaning in this simple enough phrase.
**~*~**
R&R
I'm somewhat pleased with how that turned out, and I will be more tempted to write the next chapter sooner if I get more reviews. Hint. Hint.