Please Read: This is my rendition of what happened after PotC:CotBP. I am not re-writing PotC:DMC in any way. Some parts may seem a bit familiar, but later in the chapters it will become much more different than DMC. Please don't be too harsh. I haven't written fanfic in a while. But don't be shy to leave constructive criticism. R/R please. I appreciate it.
The morning sky was grim and the air was cold, among other things. Clouds hung over Port Royal as a dark gray blanket. Thunder rolled in the distance and lightning danced across the horizon. The day was meek and depressing. There was nothing to look forward to.
Will arose from his slumber quite late in the afternoon. For the past few days he hadn't gotten much of any sleep. Jack was gone and he and Elizabeth had a forbidden love. Although Commodore Norrington had wished him well with his relationship, he knew something was wrong. Commodore loved Elizabeth too much to let her slip from him this easily. Even more strange, the Commodore disappeared a week after the incident with him, Jack, and Elizabeth. Will sat on the edge of a nearby table and pondered silently to himself. He then looked up noticing that Mr. Brown was nowhere to be found. "That's quite peculiar," he thought, considering that he really had no other place to go.
Will stood up and walked to the door of the shop. Before the tips of his fingers could have even touched the wood, Elizabeth ran into the store, knocking Will to the side. He looked at her flabbergasted, as she shut and locked the door. She was wet, her hair sticking the crevices of her face. Her lips were parched and her eyes were open with fear. Will ran to her and held her side tightly. " Elizabeth! What happened?"
Elizabeth looked up at Will as if she had encountered death itself. "They're after us, Will. I overheard my father speaking with the men," Elizabeth said.
"What men?" Will interrupted.
"They said they're after you and me because we've committed some sort of crimes. I didn't understand but I didn't want to stay and find out. I left, Will. I ran away and came to find you. We must leave before they find us!" Elizabeth whispered desperately.
Will looked into Elizabeth's eyes in bewilderment. He knew they were in danger, but he didn't understand why. He took a hold of her hand and unlocked the door. Looking out, he checked both ways to make sure there were no soldiers in the streets. He looked back at Elizabeth. "Don't let go of my hand. We're going to go to the docks to take a ship."
"Are you mad, Will? It's impossible for you and I to steal one of those ships. Jack is not here, may I remind you."
"It's all we've got," said Will. He kissed Elizabeth and ran out the door heading for the docks. The wind was sharp against Elizabeth's body, and the rain made it difficult for Will to see. They made their way to the docks, stopping every now then to make sure there were no soldiers following them. Will led Elizabeth under a small bridge by the docks and held her in his arms. The nearest ship was far and there was enough open space for them to be seen. Will began to lose hope. He had no plans, and soon they would be discovered. He turned to Elizabeth and kissed her on the forehead. "We're only getting what we deserve." As he said this, Elizabeth began to cry in his arms. By this time the rain had stopped and the day was becomming brighter. That wasn't the only thing that would brighten up the day, though.
"There's no need to be wasting your tears dear," said a familiar voice. Will and Elizabeth turned around in surprise. It was none other than Captain Jack Sparrow. "You know...you two should really find someplace private to do your biddings," he said with a smirk.
"Jack! Have you come to save us or to give us your jokes?" asked Will.
"Who said anything about saving anyone?" Jack looked at the two with his eyebrows furrowed.
"Well, why are you here then!" asked Elizabeth breaking free from Will's grip. "We are about to get sent to jail, or even worse killed, by Port Royal's finest and you're asking what do we need saving from!"
"You know, my dear. If you continue to yell like that, they're probably going to discover your location and then all of us will be sent to the gallows. So here's a suggestion...shut your mouth and follow me. You savvy?" said Jack as he began to walk towards the shore.
"Jack! You're in the open...they'll be sure to see you," said Will.
"Trust me boy. If you can swim, you'll get off this God Forsaken Port just fine. I've got a ship waiting to take you and your bonnie lass away. So come on," said Jack. He turned back to Elizabeth and Will, who were staring at Jack. "Well, come on! We haven't got all day."
Will shrugged and turned to Elizabeth. "If we could trust him then, I'm sure we can trust him now." They turned towards the shore and made their way in the water. They followed Jack for about five minutes until they saw the Black Pearl around the corner of the mountainside. Will smiled and began to swim faster, holding on to Elizabeth as they went along.
When the group made it on the deck, they were given blankets to keep them warm. Jack turned to Elizabeth and Will. He raised his eyebrow and took a step towards the two. He then stopped, shook his head, and began to walk to the Captain's cabin. Will and Elizabeth, in turn, followed. Jack closed the door behind the pair and sat down in a nearby chair. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. It's my ship, you know?"
"Yes, Jack, we know. We were there when you regained ownership of it," said Will drying off Elizabeth.
"If you two continue to be near each other every waking moment of the day, I'm almost sure you'll want to strangle each other. It's not healthy, you know," said Jack ignoring Will's comment. "You're bloody lucky I was even around Port Royal at the time." Jack stood up and poured himself a glass of wine.
"Why were you even here?" asked Will.
"Don't worry yourself, Will. Just try and figure out how you're going to repay me, eh?" said Jack smiling as he took a sip from the cup. He immediately spit it out in Will's face. "I'm sorry," he said sarcastically. "I didn't know how bad this stuff really tasted. Where's my rum?"
"Repay you!" yelled Will wiping the wine from his face. He stood and faced Jack, who raised his eyebrows to Will.
"Those were my words I believe, unless I'm mistaken. Would you like me to put it in simpler terms? All right then. Figure out a way to make up for what I did today, considering I went out of my way and all," said Jack wiping a bit of wine from Will's forehead. "You missed a spot."
Will looked at Jack angrily. "I can't believe you, Jack. I've gone out of my way plenty of times for you and never have I asked for your repayment."
"Look Will. Your life should be a payment as it is. If it weren't for me, you'd be pirate food right now."
"Excuse me, Captain Jack!" said Elizabeth. "But I think you've got this story all wrong!"
"And how's that Elizabeth?" said Jack looking down at her.
"It's Ms. Swan. And the last time I checked, it was I who burned the rum. It was I who led the Commodore to the Island. And it was I that persuaded Commodore to even pursue the pirates and save Will in the first place!"
"Yes, darling. That's all well and done, but if I hadn't gone to Port Royal in the first place, none of this would have ever happened and none of us would be the great friends that we are now. Correct?" said Jack.
"You're right! None of this would have ever happened," said Will. "I don't even know why I'm arguing with you, Jack. It's pointless to argue with a man like you."
"I'll take that as a compliment, mate," said Jack as he walked away. He picked up a bottle of rum that was set on a table. "To companions, then?" asked Jack.
"To companions," said Will and Elizabeth with no emotion in their words.
"To companions!" Jack downed the rum and was on the ground asleep in a few minutes.
The next morning, Jack woke to the image of his cabin's ceiling. He blinked a few times and got up slowly. "It must be noon already," he said to himself. He walked outside to the deck and saw his crew swabbing the decks and getting ready to set sail. As he attempted to make a step, Miss Anamaria stepped in front of him. "Anamaria! What a...pleasure. Now what is it that I haven't done for you today?" Anamaria eyed him. "Is there a problem between us Anamaria?"
"Number one...you never gave me my boat back," said Anamaria.
"I see you take time to forget about things," said Jack as he continued to walk down the deck.
"It's something I'm never going to forget I hope you know," said she as she followed him.
Jack stopped and turned to her. "Is this about something else?"
Anamaria opened her mouth to say something as if she had already planned what she was going to say. She stopped, though and just looked at Jack. "Of course not. Why would you think that? I was talking about my boat!"
"No need to get hostile, my dear. If there's anything you need to say, by all means," said Jack.
Anamaria looked at him for a moment with a hint of softness in her eyes. "I don't have time for this," she said as she walked away.
Will walked up beside Jack and watched as Anamaria walked quickly to the barracks. "What was that all about?"
"I have no idea," said Jack as he looked at him.
"Hmm. Well, where are headed to?" asked Will.
"Where else, mate? We're going to Tortuga," said Jack walking down the deck and smiling. He fondled the compass in his hand.
Will sighed. "Why? So you can get slapped in the face by more women?"
Jack stopped his track and looked up to think about the question. "Actually," He said as he then turned and walked up to Will, standing a few inches from his face. "I'm going to do exactly what caused them to slap me in face in the first place."
Will frowned at Jack as he walked away to greet the crew and take the wheel of the ship. He then turned and took a deep breath of the fresh ocean air while he leaned against the side of the Pearl... It had been only a few weeks since had last taken an adventure with Jack. That adventure would change his life. He discovered he had pirate blood running through his veins on behalf of his father whose face he couldn't even remember. He fell in love with Ms. Swan and he was in his first real swordfight.
"Thinking, I suppose?" said Elizabeth as she walked beside him. Will looked at her startled and put his arm around her shoulder. "What's wrong, William?"
"You've never called me by my full name before. There's nothing to worry about Elizabeth. I'm fine. Where did you come from?" asked Will trying his hardest to change the subject. He never had a deep conversation with Elizabeth and he was scared to even attempt it. There was too much of a risk that they'd begin to argue and he'd lose the only thing that was important to him right now.
"I came from the officer's quarters. I just woke up actually. I had a terrible dream. Then I changed into some of the crew's clothes since my dress is far too uncomfortable now," said Elizabeth, almost immediately regretting what she had said. To her relief, Will said nothing and just looked away into the horizon. She knew there was something wrong, but he wouldn't share his emotions with her. Elizabeth began to worry. "I'll just wait until he opens up to me. He may not be ready as it is," thought she.
That night, Captain Jack and the crew made stop in Tortuga. After tying the ship to the dock, all of the crew quickly made their way to the taverns. Even Will took it upon himself to get a drink. All of the crew, save one, went to drink their problems away. Jack was in the captain's cabin polishing his compass with spit. He had taken the liberty to remove his sodden jacket and hang it to dry. That removed at least a bit of the stench that he was executing earlier today. Just then there was a knock at the door. Jack looked up with a frown and grabbed the handle of his sword. The whole crew was supposed to be in Tortuga. He slowly stood up and walked to the door. He opened it quickly and unsheathed his sword only to find Anamaria standing in front of him. "Bloody hell, Anamaria. You've got to warn people before you do things like that."
"Well, I'm sorry," said she looking into his eyes.
"Excuse me?" said Jack startled. He had never heard Anamaria utter a word of compassion nor apology to anyone in his years of knowing her. "Now I know there is something wrong with you. Are you sick? Do you want me to go get you some medicine? Barbossa left a whole barrel of it in here when he gave me ship back to me. Considering he couldn't even use it," said Jack putting a hand on Anamaria's shoulder.
"It's not that, Captain. May I intrude?" she asked. Jack frowned and nodded his head slowly as she walked into the captain's cabin. She took a seat across from the chair that Jack was sitting in, and crossed her legs.
Jack sat down and picked up his compass to begin polishing it again. As he continued he said, "There's some rum on the table behind you, if you'd like."
Anamaria turned around and picked up the rum bottle. She looked at it with an expression of disgust and then took a large gulp of it, clearing her throat soon thereafter. Jack saw all of this in the corner of his eye. "I've always fancied you, Captain."
"Please," he put the compass down. "Call me Jack." Anamaria smiled and took another sip. "You're a bit too modest for someone who's drunk," said Jack picking up his own bottle of rum.
Anamaria laughed. "It will take far much more rum for me to get drunk."
Jack drank and then slowly smiled mischievously. "How much more?"
"If I get drunk, Captain, I won't be able to tell you what you need to know," said Anamaria. "And it's important," she said putting the rum bottle down.
Jack wiped the smile off his face and furrowed his eyebrows. "Why'd you put the rum down?"
"I've needed to tell you something ever since we started this voyage a month ago," she said fiddling her thumb.
"The rum is right behind you, my dear," said Jack staring at it.
"You don't need to get me drunk to take advantage of me, Jack," she said getting up.
Jack looked around nervously and then looked up at her smiling. "Who said I was going to do that?"
"I'll do it willingly," she said walking closer to his chair. She stood inches in front of him and then sat on his lap facing him. She leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips while she held on to his back. Jack moved his hand to caress her soft skin. He then dropped the rum bottle and moved his other hand to bring her closer to him. Anamaria slipped her tongue into his mouth and their mouths began to wrestle vigorously. Anamaria held on to his locks while he moved his hands down to her lower back and then massaged her buttocks. She began to grind on his member and Jack began to get weak. He stood, still kissing her, and she followed. They walked very awkwardly towards his bed and he lay her down in it. He stopped kissing her and said, "One moment love." He took his effects off leaving just his tunic, pants and boots on. Anamaria gestured towards the boots but he shook his head.
"I'd prefer it with me boots on," said Jack
Jack climbed atop Anamaria and they began to kiss vigorously again. As they continued Jack's hand moved to back of Anamaria's top and he managed to untie it. He hadn't had this type of adventure for almost 3 years. In a few moments Anamaria's shirt slipped off and Jack fondled her voluptuous beauties. She then removed his hand and stopped kissing him. She looked across the room and said, "I don't know if we should be doing this."
Jack sat up on her and sighed. His shirt was half off and his pants unbuckled. "It's a bit late to be saying that now."
"I don't think I'm ready for this yet. Just not yet," she said as she gently removed Jack from atop of her and sat on the bed topless. Jack tried his hardest not to look at Anamaria's bare chest. He never knew how beautiful Anamaria was until now. She picked her top up from the ground and slipped it back on.
"May I?" asked Jack. Anamaria nodded and allowed him to tie the back of her shirt. He then buckled his pants back and fixed his shirt to a presentable state. He sat down beside Anamaria and listened to the silence. It became unbearable so he stood and walked over to the rum bottle on the ground. He picked it up, opened it, and took a large downing of it. "Drink up me hearties, yo ho!"