Ok... here's the sequal. My wrist hurts... ah well. I'm still typing. (hand falls off) oh crap...
-Chapter One-
Rain beat against the china on the tablecloths. The twin palm trees bent over from the wetness.
A girl kneeled under them in a yellowing wedding dress. Tears mixed with rain.
She looked up at the sound of people walking towards her. To her surprise and horror, they were bringing in Will Turner, chained.
"Will!" Elizabeth called out. "What is happening?"
Will struggled toward her. "I don't know," he said sadly, taking in Elizabeth's ruined white satin dress.
"Where's Sam?" Elizabeth whispered.
"Ran off as soon as she heard them coming. I don't know what happened to her. I just hope she got away." he said, holding Elizabeth's hands.
Will had been taken prisoner earlier when marines battered down the door of his blacksmith shop and put him in irons. A bit before that happened, Samantha had ran off, claiming beforehand that she needed to see if everything was going alright, but Will now knew better.
"You look beautiful." he said softly.
She smiled. "You know it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding." she said, smirking slightly.
"That explains the unexpected guests," he said, nodding to the company of red-coated marines surrounding them.
"YOU! Order your men to stand down and remove these shackles at once," Gov Swann commanded.
The guy who had first arrested Will said and did nothing. "Governor Weatherby Swann," he answered finally. "My apologies for arriving without an invitation."
Gov Swann stared at the guy talking.
"Cutler Beckett?" he asked, dumbstruck.
"It's Lord, now, actually," Beckett replied.
"Lord or not, you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man!"
"In fact, I do. Mr. Mercer?" he asked to a gentlemanly looking figure standing near him, holding what looked like official documents.
"One warrant for the arrest of one William Turner." he said, holding out the document.
"Uh... this is for one Elizabeth Swann?" he yelled.
Elizabeth looked unable to breath.
"Is it? Odd, my mistake. Arrest her." he ordered suddenly.
"ON WHAT CHARGES?" she yelled.
"Ah, here's the one for William Turner," he said, holding out the warrant. "And I have two others, one for a James Norrington and a Samantha Turner. Norrington, Turner?" he called out, as if anybody was about to volunteer to be either of them.
"Commodore Norrington resigned his commission several months ago," Gov Swann said quickly. "We haven't seen him since."
"And Miss Turner?" he asked.
"Samantha ran off." Will said plainly with a little bit of bitterness and a little bit of pride in his voice.
"Well." Beckett said.
"We are British subjects under jurisdiction of the King's Governor of Port Royal, and we demand to know the charges against us!" Elizabeth spat at Beckett.
Sounding happy, "The charge is conspiring to secure the unlawful release of a convict condemned to death. For which, regrettably, the punishment is also death. You do remember a Pirate named, I believe it is, Jack Sparrow?"
"CAPTAIN... Jack Sparrow." they said in unison loudly and forcefully.
"Yes. I though you might." Beckett answered. He then told them to take the prisoners away.
P-I-R-A-C-Y
Jack walked drunkly down to the rum hole, looking hopefully for a bottle.
He spotted one on the bottom shelf and as he pulled it out, barnacles were all over it. He tipped it over and sand fell out onto the deck floor.
"Time's run out, Jack." a voice said from the corner and wrapped around him as if thousands of him were talking at once.
Jack spotted the man, "Bootstrap?" Jack leaned closer, "Bill Turner?" he asked, looking horrified.
"Aye, Jack Sparrow. You look good."
Jack stared... and cocked his head. He tried to answer back but couldn't.
"Is this a dream?" he asked.
"No," Boostrap said, eating a small crab.
"I thought not," he said in a matter-o-factly tone. "If there were, there'd be rum."
Quickly, Bootstrap held out a bottle.
Jack took it and sniffed it to be sure. Sure enough, he started drinking.
"I see you got the Pearl back." he said.
"I had some help retrieving it. Your son and daughter. Well, she was going to get the ship herself, but I got it either way." Jack said, almost smirking.
Bootstrap looked surprised. "William. Samantha? They ended up Pirates after all?"
Jack nodded, then added, "Will's got an unhealthy streak of honest to him. Sam's just annoying."
"There's something, then," Bill said. "Though no credit to me for William. Maybe Samantha, but not William." he fell silent for a short moment. "Samantha just a dishonest as any Pirate?"
"Well, she's got a bad habit of being good at whatever she puts her mind to. I was just one step ahead of her when she planned to get the Pearl." Jack said. "If it's no offense, I hate your daughter."
Bill chuckled a bit to himself.
"What do I owe the pleasure of your carbuncle?" Jack said.
"He sent me..."
D-E-A-T-H
Samantha had to get out of the bride's made dress. She needed something. She knew that they would come after her soon, so she quickly made her way into the Blacksmith shop and found a small pair of breeches of Will's. She slipped them on along with a pair of socks, old shoes, a shirt and a coat of Will's that managaed to fit. She picked up a hat of Mr. Brown's and seethed her sword around her waist. It felt weird that it was on the outside now. As an added precaution, she took a pistol as well and stuck it in her belt.
She tipped her hat at the drunk and sleeping Mr. Brown and left the shop.
Night had fallen so she went down to the docks and decided to try and get out of Port Royal.
"Um, when's the next ship leavin?" she asked in a deep voice to assume she was a boy.
"A few days. That's a merchant ship, too. The next ship to leave would be in an hour. Navy ship." the old man said.
"Oh." Sam said and looked up at the fort where, but she didn't know this, Elizabeth and Will were being held until tomorrow when Becket would have a... chat with Will.
T-A-L-K-I-N-G
The next morning, she took out a small rowboat and started off with a bag full of food and a compass she'd stolen from a podium on the docks.
"Let's see... north. Should I go north?" she asked herself as she rowed. A sudden breeze hit her and spun the little boat around. She put up the sail and the wind took her. "Well, if this is where they want me to go. Then I'll go!" she said and laid back and let the wind take her.
She stopped, now and again at various ports. Needed to find Jack. But then the stories fell out. He was in Madagascar, he was dead, he was in Singapore. Nothing was good. Till somebody told her they saw a ship with black sails sailing around just south of them.
"That's him." she said as she took the man's drink and went off.
It had been several days since she left Port Royal. She didn't know how many. She did know she had a few drinks durning which time which probably lost a couple of days in her memory but as she sailed, an hour later, she saw the black ship with its black sails hit shore and was pulled up onto it.
"CAPTAIN-JACK-SPARROW!" Sam screamed as she stalked down the beach in her boots she had gotten when she traded her shoes with a drunk Pirate a few days before.
Jack stuck his head out from behind the mast and looked terrified and ran.
"OH NO YOU DON'T!" she screamed and ran after him down the beach. Lucky for her, she was faster than he was. The crew just watched as she tackled him and pinned him to the warm sand.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Jack yelled in Sam's face.
"YOU CONDEMNED MY BROTHER AND ALMOST NEW SISTER-IN-LAW TO DEATH! AND ME, BUT THEY DIDN'T CATCH ME YET!" Sam yelled in his face.
"Oh." he said and pushed her off into the surf. He got up and brushed the sand off of himself and strutted back to the Pearl.
"Oh? OH!? What kinda answer is that!" she screamed and something streaked past her eyes. She froze.
"What am I suppose to say?" Jack asked as a tiny dart hit him in the neck. He plopped to the sand with a pufh and the crew panicked. They started running in circles all around and tried to get the ship back in the water but half of them were already out.
Sam wasn't just gonna stand there but she didn't have much of a choice for she had been hit in the neck as well.
Nice first chapter, ain't it!
8-16-07