I've edited and revamped this story, since I published this when I was a wee little freshman without two years of advanced literature classes.
Sorry if you get lost. This is a Jack/OC story so if you don't like Jack... then go somewhere else. God forbid you like Norrington. I shudder at the thought. (No offense or defense if you do!) Now... I do want to thank Molly and Brittany for their input and random writings in the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you recognize from the movies. All other characters and events, however, are the work of my friends and me!
(I would like to own Jack and Will... but I can't...)
Shall we begin?
Angelina's POV
As I waited on the docks, my chestnut brown hair blew around me. I stared out onto the ocean. Such peace, such tranquility. Waiting for the ship to arrive and take me to Port Royal, I was to continue on to finishing school in Port Waverly. I had to leave behind all my friends because my father wanted me to either live in Port Royal with my cousin, Elizabeth Swann, or go to finishing school in Port Waverly. Odd place for a finishing school, but I wasn't one for the English countryside. So, the next best thing was Port Waverly.
I had decided not to move to Port Royal because I a) did not want to intrude; and b) couldn't stand the thought of wearing fancy dresses and corsets. Those were the work of the Devil himself. Always wearing simple dresses and sandals, I spent a lot of time at the beach or at the docks because of my attachment to the sea. I guess it was good that I was going to spend 3 weeks on a ship surrounded by nothing but ocean.
My father was a merchant sailor, or had been until my mother died a year ago. We lived in a small townhouse in a port south of London called Portsmouth. Fluent in French, I had done my best to get a good education, and I loved to study astronomy and navigation. I had hopes that I would one day be a sailor, but secretly, I wanted to be a pirate, especially after reading all those pirate stories with Elizabeth.
Turning my gaze to my left, a large ship that had pulled into the harbor an hour or so before my arrival floated quietly. The H.M.S. Dauntless. As I walked over to where it was docked, a man in an officer's uniform and a powdered wig walked down the gangplank towards me. "Are you Miss Angelina Johnson?" the man asked. He seemed very stiff and proper, like he had a sword up his arse, as my father would say. Although my father wanted me to be a proper lady in front of others, he had never really enforced it while we were living in Portsmouth.
Trying my best to be polite, I replied, "Yes. I am. May I inquire as to your name, sir?" My father would be pleased, although, he wouldn't act this way if he were in my shoes. My father could be so odd.
"James Norrington. Commodore James Norrington." Noticing he seemed uncomfortable as we looked for what to say next, I caught him staring at me. When he realized I had seen him, he spoke, but not before coughing slightly, "I will have my men go to fetch your things, Miss Johnson. Would you like me to show you to your cabin?"
"Thank you Commodore." Once on the deck of the ship, I stared in awe at the craftsmanship. I had imagined captaining a ship like this when I became a pira- sailor, my mistake. According to my father pirate stories were fascinating, but real pirates were scalawags and brutes. Yet, I couldn't seem to shake off the feeling that my father still liked to hear and tell and retell pirate stories. He seemed to know many and was always interested in hearing more. Following the Commodore below deck, we stopped at the door to what I assumed was my cabin.
"This is where you will be staying on the ship. I hope you find it to your liking."
"Thank you again, Commodore." I surveyed my surroundings: a simple room containing a chair, a desk, a wardrobe, a bed, and a window, the view currently of the docks. Venturing back up on deck, I noticed some of the crewmen were carrying aboard my trunk. As I looked into the distance, I wondered when we were going to set sail...
Commodore's POV
I watched from the helm as Angelina walked onto deck, noticing her things were being brought aboard. If she had been staying in Port Royal instead of continuing on to Port Waverly, I would see if I could court her. I still did not know where she was staying. But just maybe I could convince Angelina to stay in Port Royal and we would live happily ever after. After all, what woman would not fall in love with a handsome, respectable commodore, such as me? I must convince her to stay; surely she would not be able to resist me.
Angelina's POV
It seemed like ages before we finally set sail. From the deck, I watched England slowly sink behind the horizon. I shivered as a gust of wind blew across the deck. Then, I noticed the Commodore walking towards me.
"Are you cold, Miss Johnson?"
"I'm fine. If you'll excuse me for a moment Commodore,"
I began to turn when he replied, "Of course. And you may call me James if you like Miss Johnson."
"If I call you James, than you may call me Angelina." I didn't want to be on first name basis with this stuck-up prick, but what would my father say if I were rude? Swiftly going below deck as to avoid any other conversation with the powder-headed wonder, I found my trunk waiting for me in my room. Rummaging through it, I pulled out my journal full of pirate stories I had collected. So thoroughly engrossed in reading them, I scarcely heard a knock on my door.
"Angelina, are you decent?" a voice called from outside the wooden door.
'Was I decent?' What kind of a question is that? "Yes." I walked over to the door to find the Commodore standing there rather awkwardly. He stared at me for a moment before I cleared my throat and raised an eyebrow.
"Um, Miss Johnson, Angelina, I was wondering if I may speak to you about your plans for Port Royal and Port Waverly," he continued to stand there awkwardly.
"Of course," I replied and invited him in as to hopefully avoid more awkwardness. "Well, I had planned, now this is not all set completely in stone mind you, to spend up to a week in Port Royal and then going on to Port Waverly."
His reply was blunt, "Who are you staying with in Port Royal?"
"My cousin, Elizabeth, if it is of any importance to you Commodore."
"Would this be Elizabeth Swann you speak of?" he looked nervous, now.
"Yes... Do you know her?"I inquired. A little confused as to why that would make him nervous.
"Why yes," he stood straighter than ever and I wondered how much it must hurt to stand that straight with a sword up his arse. I noticed his hands curl into fists. It MUST hurt. "She ran off with William Turner and that bloody pirate, Jack Sparrow."
Pondering for a moment if this could possibly be the Captain Jack Sparrow my father spoke of; I soon felt it was my duty to defend my cousin. "I'm sure she would do no such thing!"
"Well, William Turner is a blacksmith, of all things." He said with disdain apparent in his voice. Continuing on, he began to rant, "He ran off with Jack Sparrow and stole the Interceptor and took Elizabeth. And they all went gallivanting across the Caribbean." He was getting pissed. He was pacing the floor in front of me. "We were set to be married. Did you know? I LOVED her! She was beautiful. She was polite. And she was the governor's daughter for Christ sakes! And she had to marry the blacksmith! What the bloody hell?!" He stood there, his chest heaving with rage.
It was very obvious to me that he had never talked to anyone about this before, and it made me wonder why he would tell it all to me, now. Beginning to get a bit weirded out, I spoke quietly, "Commodore, please calm down."
Norrington's face flushed and he stepped back and cleared his throat. "Sorry that I did that Miss Johnson," he said and put his hands behind his back and started pacing again. "I, uh, I'm very sorry for being so rude. I was quite upset. Please excuse me." And with that he simply left the room.
Skipping Ahead to Angelina's Arrival in Port Royal.
I spotted my cousin on the dock and yelled, "Elizabeth!!!"
"Angelina!!" I ran down the gangplank towards her. We hugged each other and as I pulled away, I noticed a man walk up behind Elizabeth. "Angelina, this is Will, my husband. Will, this is Angelina, my cousin."
"It's nice to meet you Angelina," said Will politely.
"It's nice to meet you too, Will." I soon felt footsteps behind me on the docks. I turned around. The Commodore was walking up to us with a stern look on his face.
Elizabeth turned to me after glancing at the Commodore, "Angelina, it's been so long since we've seen each other!! What were we, 14?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it has been too long," I glanced at the Commodore, "I trust you and the Commodore have met?" I knew that they had, but I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Oh, yes. We've met." Just then, there was a loud gunshot from farther down the docks.
I swear I saw the Commodore jump out of the corner of my eye. "What was that!?!?" He asked, obviously about to wet himself.
"Sorry 'bout that!" A girl appeared from behind Norrington looking particularly amused with herself. "'Ello Lizzie!" She appeared to be about my age, perhaps a year younger. She had short blonde hair and blue eyes. She turned to me and said, "Who are you?"
"I'm Angelina Johnson." I said trying to remain calm, even though she still had her pistol in her hand.
"And why are you here? In Port Royal?" she questioned further.
"I'm visiting Elizabeth," I state, not knowing what else to say.
"Oh, good! I'm Christina Sharpmen. Nice to meet ya!" She gave a slight bow, as though she was in the presence of royalty or some such thing. "I hope you've 'ad a nice trip. How's ol' Norry over there been treating ya?" She leaned up next to my ear, "He's a bit of a perv, he is." She giggled and resumed her normal stance. "Well, now that that's finished, I must be going. I'll catch up with you later Lizzie!"
I'm going to try really hard to get this story going. I need to figure out the story line again because quite frankly, I don't really remember where this was going. So the first chapter is now edited and revamped and I hope you like it. If you don't mind, please review. I don't want to force you to or anything, but it would be nice.