Rating: PG - 13
Summary: Will leaves Elizabeth to try and make a life of his own out at sea. Not taking this too well, Elizabeth vows to try and find him, but runs into some unexpected people, or should I say miscreants from her past.
". . . I just don't understand why he would leave me. I mean, our love was genuine, unadulterated love. Why would he give all that up for piracy?"
"Gurgle, snort."
Elizabeth looked up from swirling her finger around in her water to see the snoring man on the other side of the table. She stood and bent over him, scrunching her nose at the stench. He had three empty mugs next to him and one half-full of whisky.
She gave him a light pat on the shoulder "Thanks, mate, you've been a wonderful listener." With that, she stepped over the bench she had been sitting on and glanced around the candle-litten tavern, surveying the scene.
Over at another table, she spied a black-haired many surrounded my about half a dozen bar-maids, who all seemed to be enthralled by whatever it was he was saying. She slowly walked over to see if she could catch a few of his words.
" . . . So I says to him, listen up you dim-witted beast, I'll have your head cut off in a second! And he lunged at me, jumped right on me back, he did! So, I took out me dagger and stabbed him right in the chest! Last I ever say o' that mangy beast." The bar-maids around the black- haired man gasped and then clapped.
Elizabeth knew that voice; she'd heard that voice many times. "Jack." She whispered. "What on earth is Jack doing in Tortuga?" Elizabeth thought to herself. A moment later Elizabeth dismissed that question, the answer was so obvious.
She cleared her throat. "Jack." She stood apprehensively; Jack was the type of character that you never knew what he was going to do next.
He turned around and looked at her, his eyes widened. "What in the blazes are you doing here?" He looked her over from head to foot with bulging eyes as he said this, thinking that it might just be the whiskey playing tricks on him.
"Well, I was going to ask you the same thing, but then I thought the question rather stupid." She said with the slightest hint of a smile.
"So, where's your beloved?"
Elizabeth looked to the bar-maids around him, an awkward look on her face. She didn't quite feel comfortable explaining that the love of her life had left her for a life of piracy in front of some bar-maids.
"If you'd excuse us ladies." The encircled bar-maids removed themselves.
"Where's Will?" He asked, now seemingly interested, and almost concerned.
"I was going to inquire the same."
"You lost him?" Asked a wide-eyed Jack, obviously drunk.
Elizabeth held a confused look on her face. "What on earth . . . of course I didn't lose him. How would you lose . . ." Elizabeth shook her head and replaced the look on her face with a smiling, calm one. "No, Jack. Will left me. He left me for piracy." She once again looked to the floor.
"No." He did'n. (YES! It's SUPPOSED to be 'did'n'!!) Jack still stared, wide-eyed. "Will? Leave you? He loved you more than life itself."
"I came here to Tortuga in hopes of finding you . . . or him. I need assistance in locating him. I hate to be desperate, Jack, you know that, but I'll do anything to find him."
"This storyline seems too familiar."
"Look, Jack. I know our past experiences together haven't been prodigious, but I really need your help, and I'm willing to go out of my way for it."
"Well. Will was a whelp I was fond of, so I guess I'll help yeh. I suppose you'll be needin' a crew?"
"Yes, that would be advantageous." Elizabeth smiled and almost hugged Jack, but then recovered herself, and just smiled. "So, where is your vessel?"
"Follow me, Miss Swann." Jack lead the way out of the tavern and into the dim-lit street, walking past inns with men and women draped over the banisters, holding flasks of all sorts of alcoholic drinks. One man with a heavy Irish accent was evening singing
"And if I would walk five hundred miles, I'd still be fat and drunk as hell!"
"Is this town ever somber?" Asked Elizabeth.
"Not that I've seen."
They walked to the docks and Elizabeth stopped, glancing around. "Well, where is your ship?"
"Do you honestly think that I, the eminent captain, Jack Sparrow would anchor my magnificent ship at a dock in Tortuga?"
Elizabeth nodded.
"Right you are then, it's right over there, out beyond those rocks."
Elizabeth stood on tip-toe and what seemed to be lanterns hovering above the surface of the ocean.
Jack whistled and slowly the vessel drew nearer. Soon it became so close that Elizabeth could heart the sound of the sea as the large ship split through it as a knife does butter. The lights from the docks now showed the ship's true form the ship.
"Nice boat."
Jack looked at her aggravated. "Ship," he whispered in an annoyed correction. "It's not a boat, it's a ship."
Elizabeth glanced back at him. "Is that the ship that I think it is?"
Jack smiled at her. "If you are talking about the Pearl, then yes, Miss Swann, that is the ship that you think it is. Fancy that."
"It is quite staggering."
The vessel sailed up next to the dock and was anchored.
"Miss Swann. Our ship awaits." Jack walked towards the ship, and stopped, waiting for Elizabeth.
"Up you go," he said, helping her on board, then himself.
Once on board, Elizabeth looked around. The ship had changed considerably since last she'd been aboard it.
"Mates!" Called Jack, "We've got company!"
About four dozen men walked up to Jack from various places about the boat, from in the midst of them, Gibbs made his way forward. "Miss Elizabeth, top-o'-the evening."
Elizabeth smiled, "Mr. Gibbs, what a pleasant surprise."
"You're quite the sight for sore eyes, yourself."
Once again, Elizabeth smiled at him.
"I have a new quest for you' gents!" Jack said with ardency. "A quest to find a pirate."
The men looked at one another, talking amongst themselves. "Elizabeth. Did Will leave anything that would give us the slightest clue as to where he was headed?"
"He left me a note, saying that he was going to join a buccaneer crew in the Virgin Islands."
"To the Virgin Islands it is, then!"
The ship's anchor was raised, and the crew bustled about the decks, preparing for a voyage to the Virgins (am I the only one who thinks that doesn't sound quite right?).
"I've never been to the Virgin Islands before," said Morris as he swabbed the deck.
"Me neither," said Spider, "Is that in the Caribbean?" Spider plunged his mop into a bucket of brown water and then plopped it on the deck.
"I'm not sure." Replied Morris, "But if the name is a summary of the women there, I think we'll be right at home."
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Summary: Will leaves Elizabeth to try and make a life of his own out at sea. Not taking this too well, Elizabeth vows to try and find him, but runs into some unexpected people, or should I say miscreants from her past.
". . . I just don't understand why he would leave me. I mean, our love was genuine, unadulterated love. Why would he give all that up for piracy?"
"Gurgle, snort."
Elizabeth looked up from swirling her finger around in her water to see the snoring man on the other side of the table. She stood and bent over him, scrunching her nose at the stench. He had three empty mugs next to him and one half-full of whisky.
She gave him a light pat on the shoulder "Thanks, mate, you've been a wonderful listener." With that, she stepped over the bench she had been sitting on and glanced around the candle-litten tavern, surveying the scene.
Over at another table, she spied a black-haired many surrounded my about half a dozen bar-maids, who all seemed to be enthralled by whatever it was he was saying. She slowly walked over to see if she could catch a few of his words.
" . . . So I says to him, listen up you dim-witted beast, I'll have your head cut off in a second! And he lunged at me, jumped right on me back, he did! So, I took out me dagger and stabbed him right in the chest! Last I ever say o' that mangy beast." The bar-maids around the black- haired man gasped and then clapped.
Elizabeth knew that voice; she'd heard that voice many times. "Jack." She whispered. "What on earth is Jack doing in Tortuga?" Elizabeth thought to herself. A moment later Elizabeth dismissed that question, the answer was so obvious.
She cleared her throat. "Jack." She stood apprehensively; Jack was the type of character that you never knew what he was going to do next.
He turned around and looked at her, his eyes widened. "What in the blazes are you doing here?" He looked her over from head to foot with bulging eyes as he said this, thinking that it might just be the whiskey playing tricks on him.
"Well, I was going to ask you the same thing, but then I thought the question rather stupid." She said with the slightest hint of a smile.
"So, where's your beloved?"
Elizabeth looked to the bar-maids around him, an awkward look on her face. She didn't quite feel comfortable explaining that the love of her life had left her for a life of piracy in front of some bar-maids.
"If you'd excuse us ladies." The encircled bar-maids removed themselves.
"Where's Will?" He asked, now seemingly interested, and almost concerned.
"I was going to inquire the same."
"You lost him?" Asked a wide-eyed Jack, obviously drunk.
Elizabeth held a confused look on her face. "What on earth . . . of course I didn't lose him. How would you lose . . ." Elizabeth shook her head and replaced the look on her face with a smiling, calm one. "No, Jack. Will left me. He left me for piracy." She once again looked to the floor.
"No." He did'n. (YES! It's SUPPOSED to be 'did'n'!!) Jack still stared, wide-eyed. "Will? Leave you? He loved you more than life itself."
"I came here to Tortuga in hopes of finding you . . . or him. I need assistance in locating him. I hate to be desperate, Jack, you know that, but I'll do anything to find him."
"This storyline seems too familiar."
"Look, Jack. I know our past experiences together haven't been prodigious, but I really need your help, and I'm willing to go out of my way for it."
"Well. Will was a whelp I was fond of, so I guess I'll help yeh. I suppose you'll be needin' a crew?"
"Yes, that would be advantageous." Elizabeth smiled and almost hugged Jack, but then recovered herself, and just smiled. "So, where is your vessel?"
"Follow me, Miss Swann." Jack lead the way out of the tavern and into the dim-lit street, walking past inns with men and women draped over the banisters, holding flasks of all sorts of alcoholic drinks. One man with a heavy Irish accent was evening singing
"And if I would walk five hundred miles, I'd still be fat and drunk as hell!"
"Is this town ever somber?" Asked Elizabeth.
"Not that I've seen."
They walked to the docks and Elizabeth stopped, glancing around. "Well, where is your ship?"
"Do you honestly think that I, the eminent captain, Jack Sparrow would anchor my magnificent ship at a dock in Tortuga?"
Elizabeth nodded.
"Right you are then, it's right over there, out beyond those rocks."
Elizabeth stood on tip-toe and what seemed to be lanterns hovering above the surface of the ocean.
Jack whistled and slowly the vessel drew nearer. Soon it became so close that Elizabeth could heart the sound of the sea as the large ship split through it as a knife does butter. The lights from the docks now showed the ship's true form the ship.
"Nice boat."
Jack looked at her aggravated. "Ship," he whispered in an annoyed correction. "It's not a boat, it's a ship."
Elizabeth glanced back at him. "Is that the ship that I think it is?"
Jack smiled at her. "If you are talking about the Pearl, then yes, Miss Swann, that is the ship that you think it is. Fancy that."
"It is quite staggering."
The vessel sailed up next to the dock and was anchored.
"Miss Swann. Our ship awaits." Jack walked towards the ship, and stopped, waiting for Elizabeth.
"Up you go," he said, helping her on board, then himself.
Once on board, Elizabeth looked around. The ship had changed considerably since last she'd been aboard it.
"Mates!" Called Jack, "We've got company!"
About four dozen men walked up to Jack from various places about the boat, from in the midst of them, Gibbs made his way forward. "Miss Elizabeth, top-o'-the evening."
Elizabeth smiled, "Mr. Gibbs, what a pleasant surprise."
"You're quite the sight for sore eyes, yourself."
Once again, Elizabeth smiled at him.
"I have a new quest for you' gents!" Jack said with ardency. "A quest to find a pirate."
The men looked at one another, talking amongst themselves. "Elizabeth. Did Will leave anything that would give us the slightest clue as to where he was headed?"
"He left me a note, saying that he was going to join a buccaneer crew in the Virgin Islands."
"To the Virgin Islands it is, then!"
The ship's anchor was raised, and the crew bustled about the decks, preparing for a voyage to the Virgins (am I the only one who thinks that doesn't sound quite right?).
"I've never been to the Virgin Islands before," said Morris as he swabbed the deck.
"Me neither," said Spider, "Is that in the Caribbean?" Spider plunged his mop into a bucket of brown water and then plopped it on the deck.
"I'm not sure." Replied Morris, "But if the name is a summary of the women there, I think we'll be right at home."
I hope you guys like the beginning of it! Drop me a review! It would be greatly appreciated!