***Change of Course***
(A.N. Alright mates. This is an A.U. of what would happen if he wasn't picked up by the ship those years ago.)
----Prolog
The dark mists hung eerie over the vast seas of the Caribbean. A lone British ship sailed silently through the fog and passed through the air like the only humans left in the world full of ghosts.
"Yo-ho, Yo-ho." Young Elizabeth sang under her breath. "I pirates life for me."
Suddenly a large hand was placed on her shoulder. A Mr. Gibbs bent low, hissing through his teeth. "Quiet, missy, cursed pirates sail these waters. You don't want to bring them down on us now, do ya?"
Elizabeth looked up at him with the wide eyes only a ten year old could have.
"That is enough Mr Gibbs." Her father said, seeing that the large sea-man was frightening his daughter. "Go below Elizabeth."
Elizabeth looked up at her father and grimaced. It was hot and muggy in the hull, and it stank. "But father-"
"Just do it Elizabeth." He said, unswaying. "Go below."
Elizabeth sighed, turning and heading down to below decks.
Mr. Gibbs watched her go. "Thankye Governor."
"I did it for her own safety." Mr. Swan said indignantly. "Not to appease your weakness in superstition."
No sooner that Mr. Swan said these words, the fog parted and adrift but sinking quickly they saw the burning wreckage of British merchant vessel. There were no calls from the burning bridge of the burning ship. Only an eerie silence that made each officer and sailor on the still sailing ship cringe.
"What happened here?" Governor Swan muttered finally. "It's most likely the powder magazine. Merchant vessels run heavily armed." A young Norrington said answered quietly, his eyes still on the burning wreckage. "Should we search for survivors?" Governor Swan asked. "Of course." Norrington said, returning from his pensive state back into action. "Lower the long-boats!" He ordered.
Quickly sailors were put to work, and they searched the murky waters for survivors. However, they would find none. The pirates had done a thorough job. Or at least both parties had thought they had. Nobody noticed the small unconscious boy adrift on a piece of floating wreckage. Eventually the British ship would again continue on it's course and never look back. It would seem quite hopeless now for the boy. But by a chance of luck, or perhaps fate, out of the mists emerge a small boat. And in that boat, was a pirate. The pirate, rugged looking and groggy from 'borrowed' rum, pulls the boy aboard. He gets the water out of the kid, and learns that the child's name is Will Turner. "Pleased to meet ya mate." The pirate said, shaking the boy's hand. "Jack Sparrow's my name." He sat a little straighter. "That'd be CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." Will looked up at him with big unknowing eyes.
"Ye never heard of me?" The teenage Jack cocked an eyebrow. "Oh well." He finally admitted. "You will."
---CHAPTER ONE!---- ***TWELVE YEARS LATER*** The two ships engaged in a battle fierce and bloody. Under the blue sky cannons thundered and smoke wafted on the ocean breeze. The Black Pearl and a Spanish merchant vessel fought on, while the merchant vessel had many more guns, the Black Pearl was fast and easily maneuverable.
"Forward men!" Will Turner shouted above the thundering of the cannons. "Take their gold, their hope, and make them wish they never sailed the seven seas!"
The crew of the Pearl heard this familiar sentence from their first-mate and felt courage.
Will Turner, cutlass in hand, jumped over the rail of the Pearl, and into a whole squad of Spanish Marines. They looked at him with surprise and fear, but by the time they raised their swords it was too late. Will fought with the fury of the might only a man with years of practice, and reflexes faster than a wolf could.
He was much changed from the boy who had floated on that piece of wreckage. He was tall, had black hair that was put into a pony tail at his neck. Not to mention the golden ring in his right ear. He was the very image many put into the category of pirate, a two-day fuz on his lean face, and a red sash. There were only two people he took orders from in the world. The first was himself, and the second being his captain, Jack Sparrow.
"We have them beat Will!" Jack yelled from the other side of the deck.
Will smiled. "Aye Captain!" He slashed at another Spanish Marine killed him instantly. He scanned the deck, there were holes in the ship and smoke was everywhere. Will made eye contact with a poshy Marine, and the man melted under his gaze.
"Es Fin!" The Spaniard yelled. "Es Fin!" *Is over* Throwing down his sword, the Spaniard gave up.
Jack jumped down to where his first mate stood. "What do ye think of her Will?"
Will looked at the merchant vessel. "I think she made a good catch." He said.
Jack laughed at his friend. "Good is an understatement mate. I've been below decks, and there's a treasure box over three feet in length!"
Will's tan features curved up into a smile. "You know what this means?" He asked.
"That I do matie." Jack answered. "Vacation!"
Laughing, Will and Jack watched as the rest of the crew of the Pearl boarded the merchant vessel. "Port Royal is our next destination." Jack said, hitting Will on the back.
Will nodded, laughing. "Can't wait."
"Now," Jack said, as if returning to business. "Return to the Pearl, I gotta make some negations with our captives." He eyed the rich Spanish already being herded up onto the main deck, seeing many jewels and fat purses. "I'll be back shortly."
"Yes sir, Captain!" Will said, jumping up and then crossing over to the Pearl again.
A rich woman, one of the direct descendants of the King of Spain turned to her rather pudgy husband who was already suffering from the heat and hurting feet. "Do you know who that was?" She asked excitedly.
Her husband shook his head. "No."
"That was the famous Jack Sparrow, and Will Turner the Pirate!" She said, her eyes following Will's broad shoulders out of site and onto the Pearl. "The most feared pirates on the Caribbean!"
Jack, who had overheard all of this, swaggered up to her. "You better believe it lass." He said, putting his face close to hers. "But as pirates go, young Will is the worst sort." He waited for a reaction and definitely got it because the woman gasped audibly. This, of course, urged him on in his mischief. "He'll gutcha innards, throw them to the sharks, and take that pretty head of yours and hang it on the bow of the ship if I let him. Where it would be pecked at by sea-gulls."
"Really?"
Jack nodded. "Yes love. Really."
The woman's eyes widened so large it was almost disgusting. "Seagulls!" She gasped. Then, her eyes rolled up into her skull, she fainted dead.
Her husband didn't even bother to catch her.
Jack watched her fall, and burst into laughter. "Sea-gulls!" He said in a squeaky voice. "Shiver my timbers." He turned to her husband. "Now for your purse Senyor. And make it quick. I've got an appointment at Port Royal."
TO BE CONTINUED! (A.N. I PROMISE!)
(A.N. Alright mates. This is an A.U. of what would happen if he wasn't picked up by the ship those years ago.)
----Prolog
The dark mists hung eerie over the vast seas of the Caribbean. A lone British ship sailed silently through the fog and passed through the air like the only humans left in the world full of ghosts.
"Yo-ho, Yo-ho." Young Elizabeth sang under her breath. "I pirates life for me."
Suddenly a large hand was placed on her shoulder. A Mr. Gibbs bent low, hissing through his teeth. "Quiet, missy, cursed pirates sail these waters. You don't want to bring them down on us now, do ya?"
Elizabeth looked up at him with the wide eyes only a ten year old could have.
"That is enough Mr Gibbs." Her father said, seeing that the large sea-man was frightening his daughter. "Go below Elizabeth."
Elizabeth looked up at her father and grimaced. It was hot and muggy in the hull, and it stank. "But father-"
"Just do it Elizabeth." He said, unswaying. "Go below."
Elizabeth sighed, turning and heading down to below decks.
Mr. Gibbs watched her go. "Thankye Governor."
"I did it for her own safety." Mr. Swan said indignantly. "Not to appease your weakness in superstition."
No sooner that Mr. Swan said these words, the fog parted and adrift but sinking quickly they saw the burning wreckage of British merchant vessel. There were no calls from the burning bridge of the burning ship. Only an eerie silence that made each officer and sailor on the still sailing ship cringe.
"What happened here?" Governor Swan muttered finally. "It's most likely the powder magazine. Merchant vessels run heavily armed." A young Norrington said answered quietly, his eyes still on the burning wreckage. "Should we search for survivors?" Governor Swan asked. "Of course." Norrington said, returning from his pensive state back into action. "Lower the long-boats!" He ordered.
Quickly sailors were put to work, and they searched the murky waters for survivors. However, they would find none. The pirates had done a thorough job. Or at least both parties had thought they had. Nobody noticed the small unconscious boy adrift on a piece of floating wreckage. Eventually the British ship would again continue on it's course and never look back. It would seem quite hopeless now for the boy. But by a chance of luck, or perhaps fate, out of the mists emerge a small boat. And in that boat, was a pirate. The pirate, rugged looking and groggy from 'borrowed' rum, pulls the boy aboard. He gets the water out of the kid, and learns that the child's name is Will Turner. "Pleased to meet ya mate." The pirate said, shaking the boy's hand. "Jack Sparrow's my name." He sat a little straighter. "That'd be CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." Will looked up at him with big unknowing eyes.
"Ye never heard of me?" The teenage Jack cocked an eyebrow. "Oh well." He finally admitted. "You will."
---CHAPTER ONE!---- ***TWELVE YEARS LATER*** The two ships engaged in a battle fierce and bloody. Under the blue sky cannons thundered and smoke wafted on the ocean breeze. The Black Pearl and a Spanish merchant vessel fought on, while the merchant vessel had many more guns, the Black Pearl was fast and easily maneuverable.
"Forward men!" Will Turner shouted above the thundering of the cannons. "Take their gold, their hope, and make them wish they never sailed the seven seas!"
The crew of the Pearl heard this familiar sentence from their first-mate and felt courage.
Will Turner, cutlass in hand, jumped over the rail of the Pearl, and into a whole squad of Spanish Marines. They looked at him with surprise and fear, but by the time they raised their swords it was too late. Will fought with the fury of the might only a man with years of practice, and reflexes faster than a wolf could.
He was much changed from the boy who had floated on that piece of wreckage. He was tall, had black hair that was put into a pony tail at his neck. Not to mention the golden ring in his right ear. He was the very image many put into the category of pirate, a two-day fuz on his lean face, and a red sash. There were only two people he took orders from in the world. The first was himself, and the second being his captain, Jack Sparrow.
"We have them beat Will!" Jack yelled from the other side of the deck.
Will smiled. "Aye Captain!" He slashed at another Spanish Marine killed him instantly. He scanned the deck, there were holes in the ship and smoke was everywhere. Will made eye contact with a poshy Marine, and the man melted under his gaze.
"Es Fin!" The Spaniard yelled. "Es Fin!" *Is over* Throwing down his sword, the Spaniard gave up.
Jack jumped down to where his first mate stood. "What do ye think of her Will?"
Will looked at the merchant vessel. "I think she made a good catch." He said.
Jack laughed at his friend. "Good is an understatement mate. I've been below decks, and there's a treasure box over three feet in length!"
Will's tan features curved up into a smile. "You know what this means?" He asked.
"That I do matie." Jack answered. "Vacation!"
Laughing, Will and Jack watched as the rest of the crew of the Pearl boarded the merchant vessel. "Port Royal is our next destination." Jack said, hitting Will on the back.
Will nodded, laughing. "Can't wait."
"Now," Jack said, as if returning to business. "Return to the Pearl, I gotta make some negations with our captives." He eyed the rich Spanish already being herded up onto the main deck, seeing many jewels and fat purses. "I'll be back shortly."
"Yes sir, Captain!" Will said, jumping up and then crossing over to the Pearl again.
A rich woman, one of the direct descendants of the King of Spain turned to her rather pudgy husband who was already suffering from the heat and hurting feet. "Do you know who that was?" She asked excitedly.
Her husband shook his head. "No."
"That was the famous Jack Sparrow, and Will Turner the Pirate!" She said, her eyes following Will's broad shoulders out of site and onto the Pearl. "The most feared pirates on the Caribbean!"
Jack, who had overheard all of this, swaggered up to her. "You better believe it lass." He said, putting his face close to hers. "But as pirates go, young Will is the worst sort." He waited for a reaction and definitely got it because the woman gasped audibly. This, of course, urged him on in his mischief. "He'll gutcha innards, throw them to the sharks, and take that pretty head of yours and hang it on the bow of the ship if I let him. Where it would be pecked at by sea-gulls."
"Really?"
Jack nodded. "Yes love. Really."
The woman's eyes widened so large it was almost disgusting. "Seagulls!" She gasped. Then, her eyes rolled up into her skull, she fainted dead.
Her husband didn't even bother to catch her.
Jack watched her fall, and burst into laughter. "Sea-gulls!" He said in a squeaky voice. "Shiver my timbers." He turned to her husband. "Now for your purse Senyor. And make it quick. I've got an appointment at Port Royal."
TO BE CONTINUED! (A.N. I PROMISE!)