Once Around the Ocean
Summary- About four years after Jack Sparrow fell off the cliff, he's approched by a long lost friend under similar conditions as before
Authors Note- I don't know how many of you saw the scene after the credits of the movie but here it is- monkey goes back to the caves (where Barbossa is lying) grabs one of the coins, and curses himself. Now, before you read this, imagine that Barbossa was brought back to life as well, making him cursed as well.
Disclaimer- Like I'd be smart enough to own anything
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Chapter One
She gently pushed the door open, only allowing one eye to peek inside. Clear coast. Quietly walking inside, she placed the light door back into frame. Her world suddenly seemed brighter once she jumped into the sane. Despite the dark atmosphere of the blacksmith shop, it met every aspect of the girls fascination and her wandering eye. Directly across from her was the apple of that eye. The fire pit. Sliding the tip of her tongue over her lips, her feet slowly began to inch out of the standing position. Tiny footprints were created across the sandy ground as she approched the fence of piled stones around the roaring fire. Just was one hand was placed upon the top- she jumped back. The snoring of Mister Brown was what startled her, leaning backwards in the corner chair, asleep. The chair couldn't have been any more tipsy than he would have been awake.
She groaned and went back to work, clamping both hands on the stone, pulling herself only a few inches off the ground before pressing her knees in the uneven cracks of the wall. She balanced her weight on one arm and reached outward with the other towards the handle of the iron stick extending from the fire.
" Emily!" an arm wrapped around her wait and lifted her mid air. Caught again. " How many times do I have to tell you?".
Her fathers booming voice woke Mister Brown. He grunted a few times, then looked up at them, " when did you two get in?" the man asked in a drunken tone.
" Glad to know this place is under control when I'm not here".
Emily smirked, turning her neck to see her father, " I can do that".
Will adjusted his daughters position in his arms so he was facing her, " why don't you concentrate on tying your shoes, then we'll talk about sword fighting".
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Will casually walked into the entry hall of his home, purposly slamming the front door to cause attention. And he was right, seconds later, Elizabeth rushed onto the balcony of the stairwell.
" Will, thank god" she frantically pleaded, " Emily's run off again, I don't think she's hiding in the house, perhaps she's at-".
" The shop?" he finished for her. He knew his daughter as though they share one mind, one aduly mind. Whenever Emily did disappear, often as it was, she was either hiding around the house (which did make finding her quiet the challenge) or at the blacksmith shop Mister Brown owned. A majority of the times, that's where she was found.
Elizabeth ran down the steps, " you have to go check! She could impale herself on a sword, or-or fall into the fire pit".
" Or impale herself on a sword and then fall into the firepit". Her face drained of color, he couldn't pretend any longer and began to laugh. From behind his back, Will revealed their young daughter.
" Four years you've been in this world!" Elizabeth beamed, though sighed with relief, " and three of them you've been wandering off". Emily giggled, the sweet sound it was which always made her mother smile. " I think our young blacksmith needs a bath".
" Me?" Will cooed.
Elizabeth pointed to the girl in his arms, " her".
" Me?" Emily mocked.
" You can play pirates in the bathtub".
Emily began to wiggle, her signal for Will to hand her over. While heading back to the staircase, Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder at her husband who mouthed ' pirates?' with a questionable expression. She only shrugged in response.
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Dressed in a nightgown that dragged on the floor, Emily Turner paced around her bedroom, the tune ' A Pirates Life' under her breath. Will was standing outside her door, listening to each lyric.
" Bed time Em" he walked in before she got to the second chorus. He helped her into the large bed, burying her under body under the blankets then sitting on the edge of the mattress. " Can you promise me something sweetheart?".
She snuggled against her pillows, " yep".
" You're hiding games are as much fun for you are they are for me, and I want you to have all the fun you can. But promise me you won't leave the house. Hide in the pantry, mummy doesn't know about that one yet" he smiled.
" You don't trust me?" there were those eyes, that look she definatly inherited from her mother.
" No, no, I trust you" she was four-years-old and he wasnt lying, " it's the crazy people out there I don't trust, and I don't want you to get hurt".
" Okay" she whispered, too exhausted for an argument.
Will gently kissed her forehead, " thank you. And I promise, if you stil want to be a blacksmith when you're older, I'll give you any sword you want, deal?".
" Deal" she smirked, " but I think I want to be something else".
He laughed, " really, whats that?" but she shook her head, indicating that she wasn't going to tell. He knew by that time and day that if she wasn't willing to say something, she wasn't going to say it.
" Fair enough. Good night Emily".
She turned on her side, clutching her teddy bear, " good nght daddy". He turned down the oil lamp, but caught before leaving the room. " Who's Jack Sparrow?" the girl asked in a groggy voice.
Will stopped dead in his tracks. Without looking back at his daughter, or much of an idea on how to answer that question. " Just- an old friend" he would of asked how she came across that name- but then again, it was Port Royal, where Jack Sparrow was more or less a legend. ANd he didn't want a three am discussion- not with a four-year-old in the least.
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Elizabeth sat at her vanity table, softly running a bursh through her long, curly hair, taking each stroke slowly and sensually. She didn't say anything when she saw her husband walk into their bedroom in the mirrors reflection. He was the first to speak.
" First its playing pirates in the bathtub, now she's asking about Jack, tomorrow she may commandeer her first ship".
" Now that she will definatly had gotten from you, it's your blood".
Will began to remove his shirt, ignoring the last part of her comment, " before she was born, I thought we decided we werent going to expose any of our children to........well, you know".
She placed the brush on the table and turned around in the stool to face him, " that was a while ago, when you made that certain decision. If there's one thing I ever did learn, it was that thing change easily, whether they're in your control or not"
" I just wants whats best for her".
Elizabeth got up and slowly stepped over to the edge of the bed where he was sitting, " and as long as she has you as your father, she will get the best. But she has the blood of a pirate, no words can change that".
As the stars and the moonlight decorated the night sky, the young couple drifted off into a peaceful slumber, unaware of the fact that their daughter would not be there when they were to wake the next morning.
Summary- About four years after Jack Sparrow fell off the cliff, he's approched by a long lost friend under similar conditions as before
Authors Note- I don't know how many of you saw the scene after the credits of the movie but here it is- monkey goes back to the caves (where Barbossa is lying) grabs one of the coins, and curses himself. Now, before you read this, imagine that Barbossa was brought back to life as well, making him cursed as well.
Disclaimer- Like I'd be smart enough to own anything
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Chapter One
She gently pushed the door open, only allowing one eye to peek inside. Clear coast. Quietly walking inside, she placed the light door back into frame. Her world suddenly seemed brighter once she jumped into the sane. Despite the dark atmosphere of the blacksmith shop, it met every aspect of the girls fascination and her wandering eye. Directly across from her was the apple of that eye. The fire pit. Sliding the tip of her tongue over her lips, her feet slowly began to inch out of the standing position. Tiny footprints were created across the sandy ground as she approched the fence of piled stones around the roaring fire. Just was one hand was placed upon the top- she jumped back. The snoring of Mister Brown was what startled her, leaning backwards in the corner chair, asleep. The chair couldn't have been any more tipsy than he would have been awake.
She groaned and went back to work, clamping both hands on the stone, pulling herself only a few inches off the ground before pressing her knees in the uneven cracks of the wall. She balanced her weight on one arm and reached outward with the other towards the handle of the iron stick extending from the fire.
" Emily!" an arm wrapped around her wait and lifted her mid air. Caught again. " How many times do I have to tell you?".
Her fathers booming voice woke Mister Brown. He grunted a few times, then looked up at them, " when did you two get in?" the man asked in a drunken tone.
" Glad to know this place is under control when I'm not here".
Emily smirked, turning her neck to see her father, " I can do that".
Will adjusted his daughters position in his arms so he was facing her, " why don't you concentrate on tying your shoes, then we'll talk about sword fighting".
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Will casually walked into the entry hall of his home, purposly slamming the front door to cause attention. And he was right, seconds later, Elizabeth rushed onto the balcony of the stairwell.
" Will, thank god" she frantically pleaded, " Emily's run off again, I don't think she's hiding in the house, perhaps she's at-".
" The shop?" he finished for her. He knew his daughter as though they share one mind, one aduly mind. Whenever Emily did disappear, often as it was, she was either hiding around the house (which did make finding her quiet the challenge) or at the blacksmith shop Mister Brown owned. A majority of the times, that's where she was found.
Elizabeth ran down the steps, " you have to go check! She could impale herself on a sword, or-or fall into the fire pit".
" Or impale herself on a sword and then fall into the firepit". Her face drained of color, he couldn't pretend any longer and began to laugh. From behind his back, Will revealed their young daughter.
" Four years you've been in this world!" Elizabeth beamed, though sighed with relief, " and three of them you've been wandering off". Emily giggled, the sweet sound it was which always made her mother smile. " I think our young blacksmith needs a bath".
" Me?" Will cooed.
Elizabeth pointed to the girl in his arms, " her".
" Me?" Emily mocked.
" You can play pirates in the bathtub".
Emily began to wiggle, her signal for Will to hand her over. While heading back to the staircase, Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder at her husband who mouthed ' pirates?' with a questionable expression. She only shrugged in response.
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Dressed in a nightgown that dragged on the floor, Emily Turner paced around her bedroom, the tune ' A Pirates Life' under her breath. Will was standing outside her door, listening to each lyric.
" Bed time Em" he walked in before she got to the second chorus. He helped her into the large bed, burying her under body under the blankets then sitting on the edge of the mattress. " Can you promise me something sweetheart?".
She snuggled against her pillows, " yep".
" You're hiding games are as much fun for you are they are for me, and I want you to have all the fun you can. But promise me you won't leave the house. Hide in the pantry, mummy doesn't know about that one yet" he smiled.
" You don't trust me?" there were those eyes, that look she definatly inherited from her mother.
" No, no, I trust you" she was four-years-old and he wasnt lying, " it's the crazy people out there I don't trust, and I don't want you to get hurt".
" Okay" she whispered, too exhausted for an argument.
Will gently kissed her forehead, " thank you. And I promise, if you stil want to be a blacksmith when you're older, I'll give you any sword you want, deal?".
" Deal" she smirked, " but I think I want to be something else".
He laughed, " really, whats that?" but she shook her head, indicating that she wasn't going to tell. He knew by that time and day that if she wasn't willing to say something, she wasn't going to say it.
" Fair enough. Good night Emily".
She turned on her side, clutching her teddy bear, " good nght daddy". He turned down the oil lamp, but caught before leaving the room. " Who's Jack Sparrow?" the girl asked in a groggy voice.
Will stopped dead in his tracks. Without looking back at his daughter, or much of an idea on how to answer that question. " Just- an old friend" he would of asked how she came across that name- but then again, it was Port Royal, where Jack Sparrow was more or less a legend. ANd he didn't want a three am discussion- not with a four-year-old in the least.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elizabeth sat at her vanity table, softly running a bursh through her long, curly hair, taking each stroke slowly and sensually. She didn't say anything when she saw her husband walk into their bedroom in the mirrors reflection. He was the first to speak.
" First its playing pirates in the bathtub, now she's asking about Jack, tomorrow she may commandeer her first ship".
" Now that she will definatly had gotten from you, it's your blood".
Will began to remove his shirt, ignoring the last part of her comment, " before she was born, I thought we decided we werent going to expose any of our children to........well, you know".
She placed the brush on the table and turned around in the stool to face him, " that was a while ago, when you made that certain decision. If there's one thing I ever did learn, it was that thing change easily, whether they're in your control or not"
" I just wants whats best for her".
Elizabeth got up and slowly stepped over to the edge of the bed where he was sitting, " and as long as she has you as your father, she will get the best. But she has the blood of a pirate, no words can change that".
As the stars and the moonlight decorated the night sky, the young couple drifted off into a peaceful slumber, unaware of the fact that their daughter would not be there when they were to wake the next morning.