[a/n from AhiFlame: Alrighty, this is the sequel to 'Pirates of the
Caribbean: Old Rivalries Revived'. Sorry this took so long in coming, but
we had to come up with the plot line and a starting point. Blah, not my
thing. Anywho, reviews are greatly appreciated, but not a requirement.
Mind, they DO help us write more chapters and post them faster, though!]
[a/n from Sweetn'InnocentNikki: I get to write an author's note, I'm so happy. Now I can't remember if I wrote any for ORR, did I Ambs? Oh I love to write, but I'm not as dedicated as Ambs, so if there's no post for awhile it's probably my fault; just email me CharmedAngel4444@msn.com. Hope you all enjoy it and remember: REVIEW.]
DISCLAIMER: (This will apply for the WHOLE story, so don't yell at us for lack of one in later chapters, savvy?) We don't own 'Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl' or any of the characters/places associated with it. They belong to their rightful owners. We're just a couple of teenagers who are obsessed with the movie and get bored in school easily, aye? Aye.
Chapter 1
The golden sun sat high in the virtually cloudless blue sky, casting a warm glow over the Caribbean sea. A dark spot could be seen just below where the sky met the ocean, and upon further inspection, one would know the ship instantly: The Black Pearl.
Her dark sails were unfurled and full of the Caribbean breeze, propelling her smoothly through the gently rolling waves. Her bow cut through the waves like a knife through butter, the water splashing harmlessly off the tar-covered wood.
To some, the sight of the dark ship would be intimidating; the sound of her name struck fear into many a civilian's or sailor's heart.
But to Captain Jack Sparrow, this ship was home.
He stood behind the helm of his ship, leaning rather heavily on the wooden wheel and swaying with the rocking of the ship. His eyes were only halfway open as he listened to the waves crashing into each other and the hull of his ship. He was so content to stay rooted to that spot that he didn't even hear the soft footfalls approaching him from behind.
"Captain,"
Jack jumped noticeably as the female voice cut through his silent thoughts and brought him out of his ocean-induced trance.
"What?" Jack asked somewhat irritably, turning to face the owner of the voice. "Ana-Maria, how many times have I told you NOT to sneak up behind me?!"
"I didn't sneak up." Ana-Maria retorted sharply. "I just walked up like any other person would."
"Hmph." Jack muttered, turning his back to her. He knew she was right, he was just too proud to admit it. It was bad enough when Elizabeth had been right about burning the rum on the island-he couldn't stand for Ana-Maria to have the same victory. "Whadda ya want?"
"You've been standin' 'ere since dawn. Just checkin' t' see if ye needed a break."
"When I want a break, I'll ask fer one, savvy?" Jack retorted, a sharper than intended edge in his voice. "Don't be tellin' me wha' I need an' don't need."
Ana-Maria's face darkened and she crossed her arms in front of her. "Fine Jack Sparrow, but don't expect me t' be carin' e'er agin." She said tartly before stalking off to the main deck.
"I won't. An' I thank ye fer keepin' t' yer own business!" Jack retorted as she walked off.
~*~
The bright orange and yellow orb that was the sun sank ever lower towards the horizon, marking the ending of the day.
"Cap'n! Ship coming up on our stern!" Ladbroc called to the quarter deck.
Jack Sparrow's head shot up and he squinted against the setting sun in an attempt to see the face of his crewman, which, seeing as the crewman was all the way up in the crow's nest with the sun right behind him, was a rather futile task. He turned to look behind him and saw a small dot below the horizon. From what he could determine, it was indeed heading for them. 'Hmmm . . .'
"Can ye tell what colors they're sailin' under?" Jack called back up to Ladbroc.
Ladbroc was silent for a moment, squinting through the telescope at the approaching vessel. "I can't see any colors, sir."
Jack put a hand to his chin in thought, but Ladbroc interrupted his contemplations with another statement.
"But she's small. In a fight, s'not likely she'd be any match fer us." Ladbroc announced, lowering the telescope.
"Thank you Mr. Ladbroc!" Jack called up, turning back to face the helm.
"Cap'n, what're your plans fer this?" Gibbs asked, joining Jack at the helm, except he was facing the oncoming ship.
"We'll-"
"Run." Ana-Maria broke in.
Jack and Gibbs turn to face her with confused expressions.
"We can outrun them, so we should." Ana-Maria clarified. "No ship in it's right sense would follow the Pearl. Especially when we're flying our colors bold as day!"
"Ana-Maria." Jack started coolly. "You are NOT Captain of this here ship, I am, savvy? And tell me what the CAPTAIN will decide in this situation?"
Ana-Maria sighed agitatedly. "The CAPTAIN will decide our course of action."
"That's right. And WHO is the captain again?"
"You."
"That's right, ME. Therefore I will be determining what we do-not you-savvy?"
"Aye sir." Ana-Maria said, trying-but failing miserably-to hide the contempt in her voice.
Jack noticed this, but ignored it. "Very good. Now, we will let them catch us and since we overpower them, we will fight them and try to claim their ship, aye?"
"Aye!" The crew that was still on deck called in reply.
~*~
"All this waitin' is drivin' me mad!" Jack exclaimed the next day, bored out of his mind.
"And how is that changing anything?" Ana-Maria muttered, purposefully letting Jack overhear.
Jack wheeled on his heel to face her. "Woman! When you've got a complaint, either voice it AWAY from me, or keep it t' yerself. Preferably the latter, savvy?!" Jack nearly screamed in her face.
Ana-Maria gave a little snort and crossed her arms across her chest, looking away from the captain. "I'll say what I like, when I like." She retorted. "Savvy?" She added in a mocking tone.
Jack then spun back to face the helm, infuriated. "Men! We're gonna turn an' meet 'em halfway! Prepare for a hard-to-port turn, aye?"
"Aye, aye!" The men called, preparing themselves for the soon-to- come sharp 180-degree turn.
"The chaser is about to become the chase." Jack muttered to himself, giving the wheel a sharp turn and pulling the Pearl around to face the way she had come from.
"I still say this is daft." Ana-Maria muttered, storming off to the main deck.
Once Ana-Maria was out of earshot, Gibbs spoke. "Cap'n, ye sure it's a good idea t' get her in a huff like this?"
Jack continued staring straight ahead while he spoke. "She'll be fine." He replied calmly, if not a bit coldly. "In fact, gettin' her riled might be best if we're t' end up in a battle."
Gibbs nodded, though his expression said he wasn't in the least bit convinced. Lucky for him, Jack wasn't looking.
~*~
The Black Pearl sliced through the waters rapidly, the wind backing her up. She made quick time in approaching the unmarked vessel.
Jack stood behind the helm of the fastest and most feared pirate ship in the Caribbean, bringing her up and around so that the Pearl could rake the port quarter of the chase without presenting herself as a target.
"Man the cannons!" Jack called to his crew across the deck.
"Aye aye!"
"Cap'n!" Gibbs exclaimed suddenly, pointing to the ship they were in pursuit of.
The ship was in the process of turning hard to starboard, bringing herself up alongside the Black Pearl and making both ships vulnerable to attack.
A black Jolly Roger was hoisted high on the opposing vessel, confirming Jack's suspicions that the crew of the ship so intent on meeting with the fearsome Black Pearl were indeed pirates.
However, Jack wasn't expecting what came next.
~*~
The day had arrived.
Will and Elizabeth's wedding was mere moments away from beginning. Maids were busy scurrying around, making last minute preparations. Everything was perfect; the cake had been delivered earlier and Elizabeth was fidgeting with excitement as she waited for the ceremony to begin. She was so excited, she could hardly wait for their lives together to begin.
Meanwhile, Will was the exact opposite of Elizabeth. Although he was excited to be married, he was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
"Do you think I'll do okay? I mean, this isn't exactly the best-most respected pairing. A governor's daughter and a . . . a . . . blacksmith?" Will asked his father, who was helping him get ready to meet his fiancé at the alter. "Hardly seems proper. I mean, I love Elizabeth, I truly do, but I-"
"Will, relax." Bootstrap said, clapping his son on the shoulder. "Remember, you're not just a blacksmith . . . you're also a pirate."
Will's expression became even more nervous. "That's not exactly a good thing-"
"Just be proud of it." Bootstrap interjected, heading for the door.
After a few silent minutes of anxious waiting, the moment arrived. Will took a deep breath and headed out the door.
~*~
The music began to play and Will walked down the aisle, sweating bullets, and took his place at the front of the room near the priest.
After a few tedious moments of waiting, the music changed, announcing the arrival of the bride. Will turned to look to the back of the church, a nervous expression on his face.
A young girl in a white dress proceeded down the aisle, tossing white rose petals here and there as she walked.
Will held his breath in nervous anticipation. There it was: a sparkle of white against the dark sanctuary doors.
Elizabeth walked down the aisle in a beautiful white gown flecked with lace, her father at her side.
Seeing his wife-to-be calmed Will. All his worries disappeared at the sight of her radiant beauty.
Elizabeth proceeded down the aisle, the sheer white veil not doing much to hide her ecstatic smile. As she took her place next to Will, he took her hand. The two gazed lovingly at each other; the rest of the world was lost to their senses.
'He's so handsome, brave and smart. Yet so naïve and forbidden,' Elizabeth thought to herself with a slight smile. 'After all, he is a pirate.' She added as an after-thought and her smile broadened. 'I can't believe we're finally getting married.'
'I must be the luckiest man in the world.' Will thought to himself, returning his wife's loving smile.
The music came to an abrupt stop and the priest stepped forward. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to-"
The large wooden doors at the back of the sanctuary flew open, revealing a lone figure. "STOP!"
Various gasps of shock and disgust at the man's attire were emitted from the congregation.
The figure stumbled down the aisle, gasping for breath. He collapsed halfway down the aisle, breathing heavily. "I . . . have a message . . . for William Turner and Elizabeth Swann . . ." The messenger panted, not able to stand.
Elizabeth, Will, and Bootstrap exchanged confused glances.
"Which William Turner?" Bootstrap asked.
"Both." The messenger replied, staggering to his feet. From the looks of him, he had run halfway across Jamaica.
The three that the message was addressed to, rushed over to the man.
"Get this man some water!" Bootstrap ordered, and a maid rushed off to fetch some.
"What's the message? Who's it from?" Elizabeth asked.
The messenger relayed a rather short message in a whisper, but the news paled the faces of the three who heard it. The man then handed a folded slip of paper to Will, who accepted it with a nod a pocketed it.
"What's so important that you had to interrupt my daughter's wedding?" Governor Swann demanded, standing with a vexed air about him.
Elizabeth and Will turned to face the Governor, their faces uncharacteristically grim.
"Father, we must leave." Elizabeth said quietly before the three dashed out of the chapel, leaving a confused and frustrated Governor in their wake.
He soon retarded his vexation with the realization that he had to come up with an explanation for the congregation.
"I'm terribly sorry for this, everyone, but it seems that . . ." He trailed off, pausing to come up with a logical explanation-which seemed to be in short supply. "But Elizabeth's . . . cat has taken ill." He finished shakily. He let out a sigh of relief when everyone accepted this . . . little did they know that Elizabeth didn't have a cat.
[a/n from Sweetn'InnocentNikki: I get to write an author's note, I'm so happy. Now I can't remember if I wrote any for ORR, did I Ambs? Oh I love to write, but I'm not as dedicated as Ambs, so if there's no post for awhile it's probably my fault; just email me CharmedAngel4444@msn.com. Hope you all enjoy it and remember: REVIEW.]
DISCLAIMER: (This will apply for the WHOLE story, so don't yell at us for lack of one in later chapters, savvy?) We don't own 'Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl' or any of the characters/places associated with it. They belong to their rightful owners. We're just a couple of teenagers who are obsessed with the movie and get bored in school easily, aye? Aye.
Chapter 1
The golden sun sat high in the virtually cloudless blue sky, casting a warm glow over the Caribbean sea. A dark spot could be seen just below where the sky met the ocean, and upon further inspection, one would know the ship instantly: The Black Pearl.
Her dark sails were unfurled and full of the Caribbean breeze, propelling her smoothly through the gently rolling waves. Her bow cut through the waves like a knife through butter, the water splashing harmlessly off the tar-covered wood.
To some, the sight of the dark ship would be intimidating; the sound of her name struck fear into many a civilian's or sailor's heart.
But to Captain Jack Sparrow, this ship was home.
He stood behind the helm of his ship, leaning rather heavily on the wooden wheel and swaying with the rocking of the ship. His eyes were only halfway open as he listened to the waves crashing into each other and the hull of his ship. He was so content to stay rooted to that spot that he didn't even hear the soft footfalls approaching him from behind.
"Captain,"
Jack jumped noticeably as the female voice cut through his silent thoughts and brought him out of his ocean-induced trance.
"What?" Jack asked somewhat irritably, turning to face the owner of the voice. "Ana-Maria, how many times have I told you NOT to sneak up behind me?!"
"I didn't sneak up." Ana-Maria retorted sharply. "I just walked up like any other person would."
"Hmph." Jack muttered, turning his back to her. He knew she was right, he was just too proud to admit it. It was bad enough when Elizabeth had been right about burning the rum on the island-he couldn't stand for Ana-Maria to have the same victory. "Whadda ya want?"
"You've been standin' 'ere since dawn. Just checkin' t' see if ye needed a break."
"When I want a break, I'll ask fer one, savvy?" Jack retorted, a sharper than intended edge in his voice. "Don't be tellin' me wha' I need an' don't need."
Ana-Maria's face darkened and she crossed her arms in front of her. "Fine Jack Sparrow, but don't expect me t' be carin' e'er agin." She said tartly before stalking off to the main deck.
"I won't. An' I thank ye fer keepin' t' yer own business!" Jack retorted as she walked off.
~*~
The bright orange and yellow orb that was the sun sank ever lower towards the horizon, marking the ending of the day.
"Cap'n! Ship coming up on our stern!" Ladbroc called to the quarter deck.
Jack Sparrow's head shot up and he squinted against the setting sun in an attempt to see the face of his crewman, which, seeing as the crewman was all the way up in the crow's nest with the sun right behind him, was a rather futile task. He turned to look behind him and saw a small dot below the horizon. From what he could determine, it was indeed heading for them. 'Hmmm . . .'
"Can ye tell what colors they're sailin' under?" Jack called back up to Ladbroc.
Ladbroc was silent for a moment, squinting through the telescope at the approaching vessel. "I can't see any colors, sir."
Jack put a hand to his chin in thought, but Ladbroc interrupted his contemplations with another statement.
"But she's small. In a fight, s'not likely she'd be any match fer us." Ladbroc announced, lowering the telescope.
"Thank you Mr. Ladbroc!" Jack called up, turning back to face the helm.
"Cap'n, what're your plans fer this?" Gibbs asked, joining Jack at the helm, except he was facing the oncoming ship.
"We'll-"
"Run." Ana-Maria broke in.
Jack and Gibbs turn to face her with confused expressions.
"We can outrun them, so we should." Ana-Maria clarified. "No ship in it's right sense would follow the Pearl. Especially when we're flying our colors bold as day!"
"Ana-Maria." Jack started coolly. "You are NOT Captain of this here ship, I am, savvy? And tell me what the CAPTAIN will decide in this situation?"
Ana-Maria sighed agitatedly. "The CAPTAIN will decide our course of action."
"That's right. And WHO is the captain again?"
"You."
"That's right, ME. Therefore I will be determining what we do-not you-savvy?"
"Aye sir." Ana-Maria said, trying-but failing miserably-to hide the contempt in her voice.
Jack noticed this, but ignored it. "Very good. Now, we will let them catch us and since we overpower them, we will fight them and try to claim their ship, aye?"
"Aye!" The crew that was still on deck called in reply.
~*~
"All this waitin' is drivin' me mad!" Jack exclaimed the next day, bored out of his mind.
"And how is that changing anything?" Ana-Maria muttered, purposefully letting Jack overhear.
Jack wheeled on his heel to face her. "Woman! When you've got a complaint, either voice it AWAY from me, or keep it t' yerself. Preferably the latter, savvy?!" Jack nearly screamed in her face.
Ana-Maria gave a little snort and crossed her arms across her chest, looking away from the captain. "I'll say what I like, when I like." She retorted. "Savvy?" She added in a mocking tone.
Jack then spun back to face the helm, infuriated. "Men! We're gonna turn an' meet 'em halfway! Prepare for a hard-to-port turn, aye?"
"Aye, aye!" The men called, preparing themselves for the soon-to- come sharp 180-degree turn.
"The chaser is about to become the chase." Jack muttered to himself, giving the wheel a sharp turn and pulling the Pearl around to face the way she had come from.
"I still say this is daft." Ana-Maria muttered, storming off to the main deck.
Once Ana-Maria was out of earshot, Gibbs spoke. "Cap'n, ye sure it's a good idea t' get her in a huff like this?"
Jack continued staring straight ahead while he spoke. "She'll be fine." He replied calmly, if not a bit coldly. "In fact, gettin' her riled might be best if we're t' end up in a battle."
Gibbs nodded, though his expression said he wasn't in the least bit convinced. Lucky for him, Jack wasn't looking.
~*~
The Black Pearl sliced through the waters rapidly, the wind backing her up. She made quick time in approaching the unmarked vessel.
Jack stood behind the helm of the fastest and most feared pirate ship in the Caribbean, bringing her up and around so that the Pearl could rake the port quarter of the chase without presenting herself as a target.
"Man the cannons!" Jack called to his crew across the deck.
"Aye aye!"
"Cap'n!" Gibbs exclaimed suddenly, pointing to the ship they were in pursuit of.
The ship was in the process of turning hard to starboard, bringing herself up alongside the Black Pearl and making both ships vulnerable to attack.
A black Jolly Roger was hoisted high on the opposing vessel, confirming Jack's suspicions that the crew of the ship so intent on meeting with the fearsome Black Pearl were indeed pirates.
However, Jack wasn't expecting what came next.
~*~
The day had arrived.
Will and Elizabeth's wedding was mere moments away from beginning. Maids were busy scurrying around, making last minute preparations. Everything was perfect; the cake had been delivered earlier and Elizabeth was fidgeting with excitement as she waited for the ceremony to begin. She was so excited, she could hardly wait for their lives together to begin.
Meanwhile, Will was the exact opposite of Elizabeth. Although he was excited to be married, he was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
"Do you think I'll do okay? I mean, this isn't exactly the best-most respected pairing. A governor's daughter and a . . . a . . . blacksmith?" Will asked his father, who was helping him get ready to meet his fiancé at the alter. "Hardly seems proper. I mean, I love Elizabeth, I truly do, but I-"
"Will, relax." Bootstrap said, clapping his son on the shoulder. "Remember, you're not just a blacksmith . . . you're also a pirate."
Will's expression became even more nervous. "That's not exactly a good thing-"
"Just be proud of it." Bootstrap interjected, heading for the door.
After a few silent minutes of anxious waiting, the moment arrived. Will took a deep breath and headed out the door.
~*~
The music began to play and Will walked down the aisle, sweating bullets, and took his place at the front of the room near the priest.
After a few tedious moments of waiting, the music changed, announcing the arrival of the bride. Will turned to look to the back of the church, a nervous expression on his face.
A young girl in a white dress proceeded down the aisle, tossing white rose petals here and there as she walked.
Will held his breath in nervous anticipation. There it was: a sparkle of white against the dark sanctuary doors.
Elizabeth walked down the aisle in a beautiful white gown flecked with lace, her father at her side.
Seeing his wife-to-be calmed Will. All his worries disappeared at the sight of her radiant beauty.
Elizabeth proceeded down the aisle, the sheer white veil not doing much to hide her ecstatic smile. As she took her place next to Will, he took her hand. The two gazed lovingly at each other; the rest of the world was lost to their senses.
'He's so handsome, brave and smart. Yet so naïve and forbidden,' Elizabeth thought to herself with a slight smile. 'After all, he is a pirate.' She added as an after-thought and her smile broadened. 'I can't believe we're finally getting married.'
'I must be the luckiest man in the world.' Will thought to himself, returning his wife's loving smile.
The music came to an abrupt stop and the priest stepped forward. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to-"
The large wooden doors at the back of the sanctuary flew open, revealing a lone figure. "STOP!"
Various gasps of shock and disgust at the man's attire were emitted from the congregation.
The figure stumbled down the aisle, gasping for breath. He collapsed halfway down the aisle, breathing heavily. "I . . . have a message . . . for William Turner and Elizabeth Swann . . ." The messenger panted, not able to stand.
Elizabeth, Will, and Bootstrap exchanged confused glances.
"Which William Turner?" Bootstrap asked.
"Both." The messenger replied, staggering to his feet. From the looks of him, he had run halfway across Jamaica.
The three that the message was addressed to, rushed over to the man.
"Get this man some water!" Bootstrap ordered, and a maid rushed off to fetch some.
"What's the message? Who's it from?" Elizabeth asked.
The messenger relayed a rather short message in a whisper, but the news paled the faces of the three who heard it. The man then handed a folded slip of paper to Will, who accepted it with a nod a pocketed it.
"What's so important that you had to interrupt my daughter's wedding?" Governor Swann demanded, standing with a vexed air about him.
Elizabeth and Will turned to face the Governor, their faces uncharacteristically grim.
"Father, we must leave." Elizabeth said quietly before the three dashed out of the chapel, leaving a confused and frustrated Governor in their wake.
He soon retarded his vexation with the realization that he had to come up with an explanation for the congregation.
"I'm terribly sorry for this, everyone, but it seems that . . ." He trailed off, pausing to come up with a logical explanation-which seemed to be in short supply. "But Elizabeth's . . . cat has taken ill." He finished shakily. He let out a sigh of relief when everyone accepted this . . . little did they know that Elizabeth didn't have a cat.