Wonderful
Chapter
One: Sometimes one push is all that it takes...
"Can you believe it, Will,"
Elizabeth said breathlessly, leaning back against the walls of the
battlements, head resting beside Will's leg. "In less than
a week we will be married."
"Mmhmm..."Will
murmured noncommittally, his attention not on his fiance, but rather
on the endless blue ocean that stretched out before him, as far as he
could see. If tried hard enough, he could almost feel the waves
rolling beneath him, as if he were back on the Interceptor, or the
Black Pearl, rather than the unmoving wall.
"Isn't
it wonderful?" Elizabeth persisted, the joy in her voice
sounding almost strained, and Will wondered if she was trying to
ignore his lack of interest, or if she had even noticed it at
all.
"Yes," Will replied, a touch sadly.
"Wonderful."
But it wasn't, because if he was
honest with himself – something which he had been avoiding
doing lately - he knew that his marriage to Elizabeth would be far
from wonderful. Perhaps if they had been having this discussion a few
months ago, Will would have been more enthusiastic. If only he had
asked for Elizabeth's hand, and had been granted it, months
ago, before Will had felt the call of the sea, before he had learnt
of the pirate blood that flowed in his veins. Before he met Jack
Sparrow.
He felt a hand on his knee, and looked down to see
Elizabeth gazing up at him, concern evident in her eyes. "Will,
is something the matter?"
He shook his head. No, nothing
was wrong, nothing. He would marry Elizabeth, be a proper husband for
her, and forget all about the sea, and the pirate who hadn't
asked for him to go with him when he left. He would forget, and he
would marry her, and they would be *happy.*
He hated this
feeling, hated lying to Elizabeth. He loved her, and he didn't
want to hurt her, never wanted to hurt her, but he didn't know
if could keep himself from doing so, if they went through with the
marriage, and all he could think about was the sea. He almost wished
that Jack had never shown himself in Port Royal, because if he
hadn't, he would never have known about his pirate heritage,
and would not be longing for the sea, over his marriage to Elizabeth.
But if Jack had never shown himself in Port Royal, he would never
have found the courage, or the need, to tell Elizabeth how he felt
about her, and there would be no marriage between them. It was a
vicious circle, and one that he wanted out of.
"Will,"
Elizabeth said again with a barely noticeable sigh, the hand on his
knee pressing down harder, as if she had noticed his attention
wandering, and wanted to draw it back. "you miss Jack don't
you?" She didn't give him a chance to answer, and he
wondered if she was simply telling him, rather than asking. "I
do too. He was a good man, despite his...choice in careers, and his
love of rum." She sighed again. "You do know that I love
you, and that I want you to be happy?"
He nodded. Of
course she knew that she loved him - how could he not, when he
thought about it almost constantly, and how much his inner betrayal
would hurt her if she ever found out. "And I you."
There
was something in her eyes, determination mixed with pain, that made
him want to comfort her, but all he could do was lay his hand on top
of hers, and squeeze it gently.
"Good." She said,
and standing up, kissed him. It was a demanding kiss, an uncommon
occurrence, and Will fancied that he could taste the salty tang of
the ocean on her lips. When she pulled back, he realised that he had
tasted tears.
"Elizabeth?" he asked,
worried.
Placing a hand on his chest, she smiled, and he was
reminded for a moment of the young girl he had first met, the one who
had taken care of him on the journey to Port Royal, after his life
had burnt away in front of his eyes. "Will, it may take you a
while, but you *will* realise that what I'm about to do, needs
to be done. Just remember that Jack...that Jack feels the same way
that you do - it's in his eyes, and to come back and visit me.
And remember that I love you, always."
Before he had a
chance to wonder what she meant, she had placed her other hand on his
chest, and shoved him hard, sending him falling backwards off the
battlements, and into the ice cold ocean that he had been thinking
about just moments before.
~*~
It was a cold, and very
wet, Will Turner, that was hauled on board of a ship, and dumped
unceremoniously at the feet of Anamaria, coughing and spluttering in
an entirely undignified matter.
"Well, if it isn't
young Will Turner," Anamaria said with a teasing smile. "I'd
realised that there was a chance we might run into you around here,
but never thought to find you like this. What happened to you?"
"I
was pushed off the battlements," Will stood up, scowling to
himself. "by Elizabeth. Apparently her way of breaking off our
engagement."
The look Anamaria gave him at that was
half-sympathetic, half-amused. "Really?" She said, raising
an eyebrow. "Why did she do that?"
He scowled again.
"She said it was the right thing to do, and that I would realise
that she was right in time. Said something about Jack too."
"She
did?" Anamaria asked, her smile widening. "Smart girl."
She looked him up and down, shaking her head at the state of him.
"You're dripping all over my ship, Will. We'll have
to get you a change of clothes, then see about setting sail for
Tortuga, and dear Captain Jack. I'm sure he'd love to
hear your tale."
"How can you be sure that he'll
be in Tortuga?" Will asked. In the time that he had known Jack,
he had come to realise that whilst the pirate did appreciate Tortuga,
he much preferred the open seas, and the freedom that it
offered.
Anamaria shrugged easily. "He ran into a bit of
trouble with the Royal Navy, and's stuck there until the Black
Pearl's right to sail again. He's taking great advantage of Tortuga's
'attractions' while he's there."
Will didn't bother to
ask what attractions Jack was taking advantage of - he could easily
guess, and judging by the feeling that just thinking about it
brought, he didn't want to have to hear it from Anamaria's lips as
well.
~*~
Tortuga was just as Will remembered it - bad
smelling, full of unsavoury individuals, and not somewhere that he
particularly wanted to be. As they headed towards the tavern Jack had
taken him to when they were in Tortuga, they passed a group of
heavily made up women, one of whom Will recognized as Giselle, one of
the woman who had slapped Jack. He vaguely wondered whether Jack was
spending most of his time with her, and was surprised at the hurt
that that thought caused him.
The tavern was exactly the same
as well, and as he scanned the crowded room looking for Jack, he
wondered if things in Tortuga ever changed.
He found Jack in a
corner, a bottle of rum in one hand, one of the heavily painted women
in the other. Even he looked the same, and Will couldn't
suppress the feeling of nervous excitement that he got when his eyes
came to rest on the man. But despite that, he turned to Anamaria,
trying to push his way back out of the tavern as he talked to her.
"He looks...busy." He said in an almost pleading
tone, wanting to get away from the sight of Jack pulling the woman
down onto his lap, and kissing her heavily. He felt like he'd
been punched in the gut.
Anamaria laughed, and took hold of
his wrist, leading him towards the corner Jack was sitting in. "I'm
sure he'll manage to pull himself away for you."
Will
shook his head, but allowed himself to be led anyway. It certainly
didn't look like Jack would want to be pulled away, but he
suspected that Anamaria wouldn't care about that, and would
take great delight in ruining Jack's fun anyway. He just hoped
that Jack didn't lay the blame on him for a ruined
evening.
"Well, well, well," Anamaria said,
folding her hands across her chest as she came to a stop in front of
Jack. "If it isn't Jack Sparrow."
"Tha's
Cap'n Jack Sparrow." He told her, his words slurring and
a chastising finger pointing vaguely in her direction. "What
d'you want?"
"Someone's here to see
you, *Captain* Jack Sparrow." She replied with a laugh, not in
the least insulted by his abrupt manner. "Didn't think
you'd mind leaving your lady friend there, to catch up with old
friends."
"I don't bloody well think so."
Jack said, the slur less apparent in his words. Will wondered if he
was being ignored by the pirate, or if Jack just hadn't noticed
him. Maybe he'd forgotten who he was, it had been several
months since he'd last seen him. Or maybe he simply wanted him
to go away.
With a sigh, that he was sure Jack must have
heard, Will turned to leave, only to once again be stopped by
Anamaria. "I don't think so, Will." She muttered
under her breath, then pushed him in front of her, so that unless
Jack had suddenly gone blind, he would be sure to see him, and could
not pretend that he hadn't.
Jack breathed in heavily, as
Will smiled crookedly, and almost shyly, at him, then gave the woman
on his lap a none-to-gentle push, sending her to the floor beside
him. "Right, luv, that'll be all for t'night."
He said, looking at Will in a way that was making the young
blacksmith feel decidedly uncomfortable. "Got some old friends
to catch up with."
"But..." The woman
protested, obviously unhappy by the way that Jack had dismissed her.
The pirate lazily waved her off with a flick of his hand, and she
glared at Will and Anamaria, before heading off to find a more
appreciative customer for the night.
"Will," he
said slowly, waving for he and Anamaria to take a seat. "what
brings you to fine Tortuga? And where is dear Elizabeth?" The
last was said with no small amount of relish, as if Jack were glad
that Elizabeth was not there, and would be happy for it to remain
that way.
Anamaria laughed at that, clapping a hand over her
mouth at the glare that Will sent her way, taking it off once she had
her laughter under control, and grinning at Jack. "Elizabeth
went and pushed Will off the battlements."
Jack blinked
kohl-ringed eyes, looking extremely bemused. "She what?"
Will
scowled. He realised that he had been doing that a lot lately, but
couldn't help but feel justified. His fiance had pushed him
into the ocean, after all. "She pushed me off the battlements,
said it needed to be done."
Jack made a choked sound,
that sounded far too much like poorly hidden laughter for Will's
liking, and lifted the rum he was holding to Will in an imitation of
a toast. "Never thought'd last," he said, shaking his head
in exaggerated sympathy. "girl's far too proper to make anyone a
good wife, unless they happen to have a stick shoved up their behind
like ol' Norrington."
He stood, fairly unsteadily, and
slun an arm around Will's shoulder, obviously taking great care not
to spil any of his precious rum. "Don't worry, whelp," he
said loudly. "you'll find yourself another girl - a better one
at that - an' live happily ever after. Have lotsa chidlren too while
your at it. Matter of fact, I know a pretty lady you might take a
liking to. What say you to that?"
Will couldn't supress
the smile that arose at those words, the first real one since his
fiance had pushed him into the sea, but he shook his head anyway.
"No, Jack," he replied, voice a lot quiter than Jack's had
been. "I'll be fine."
The truth was, that he
couldn't help but wonder what Elizabeth had meant when she had told
him that Jack felt the same way he did, and it didn't help much that
he wasn't sure how he felt at that moment. He wasn't about to go
chasing after one of Jack's "pretty ladies" no matter how
good she looked, until he had worked his feelings out, and what
exactly it was that Elizabeth saw in Jack's eyes.
~
Next
chapter shall be posted shortly, but in the mean time ...
review!
Author's note: There's a set of scenarios up on the
Port of Call site () for a Pirates of the
Caribbean fuh-q-fest. I'm just borrowing a couple
Scenarios
used are:
3. Elizabeth pushes Will off the battlements to
follow Jack at the end of the movie.
4. Will feels the call of
the sea more than he feels the call of marriage to Elizabeth.
