://My Mistress
://by Delta Hallihan (FromtheDark)
://Published July 21, 2003
://Pirates of the Caribbean; post 'Curse of the Black Pearl'
://Summary: After the excursion with Captain Sparrow, Will begins to long for the sea and an offered life of excitement. He feels to need to return to the sea, the pirate's mistress. But Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl are gone, leaving Will to his own inner turmoil. Or are they?
://Warnings: Rated R for situations and langua-
Phoenix: Rated for Slashy goodness!
D: PHOENIX!
Phoenix: Yeshums?
D: I was getting to that! Be patient!
Phoenix: I'll be patient, as long as I get to write the slashy parts
D: -sigh- You're the only one I'd ever allow to put some citrus in me fics.
Rydia: Uhm.. Are you sure that's wise?
Oscen: Let's run, before we blow up!
Phoenix: ^-^
D: ^-^ This is actually going to be a one time fic, so probably no citrus in here.
Phoenix: Nuu!
://Disclaimer: I do not own PotC -pout- Wish I did though
Phoenix: -evil cackle-
D: Nu, it's supposed to be like this -deranged laughter-
Phoenix: O.o Now that's scary!
Rydia: I don't know, I thought that Barbossa was a tad frightening.
Oscen: Is it just me, or was Elizabeth the scariest thing about the movie?
D: I assure you
Rydia: It wasn't you.
Phoenix: That bitch was freaky.
Oscen: Just making sure.
D: Indeed.
Phoenix: Uhm... I gots a question?
Rydia: Are you sure your pea-sized brain can handle the answer?
Phoenix: Bite me bitch.
D: Question being?
Phoenix: Why're we watching Discovery's Sunday Showcase?
Oscen: I was starting to wonder that meself.
D: I dunno, ask Rydia, she's the one with the remote.
Rydia: Hmmmph! I'm trying to culture you barbarians
D: Uhm... -whispers to Phoenix- Since when does watching ape people get eaten and bashing thing's skulls in count as culture?
Phoenix: I haven't the faintest clue.
Rydia: -fume-
Oscen: WATCH OUT! SHE'S GONNA BLOW!
Phoenix: Ahhh!
D: -blink- Thar she blows!
-----
~ o O . M i d n i g h t . M u s i n g s . O o ~
Thunder rolled through the stifling air, a symphony of metallic clashes, hissing steam and roaring inferno. Wood creaked; slow plodding of work beast in an ever lasting cycle. Outside the smithy, the pleasant sounds of night. Near silence, with the faint lapping of salted liquid, beneath a gentle metallic sphere.
None of the tranquillity reached the laboring swordsmith, drowned out by his own relentless slaving. The ring of hammer on anvil, hammer on raw oar, and again on anvil. A steady beat, causing the smith to lose himself to cognition.
For nearly his entire life, William Turner had concluded that his life would be a simple one. Make a decent living, be wed, have children. Never did he dream of the sea, never the life of a rogue, a bandit, a pirate. Always shunned, in his mind, were those who defied the laws of the Queen. And his life was simple, since the colony of Port Royal was swarming with Red Coats. And then there was Elizabeth Swann.
Forever to be admired from afar, Miss Swann was. Turner's life revolved around the young lady, thought to be his guardian angel. Ever since she had plucked him, half drowned, from the cold waters of the ocean. Will's only purpose had been to protect the Governor's daughter. He had always loved Elizabeth, but until recently, he knew not what kind of love it was that he had for the delicate woman.
His love for Elizabeth was not born of lust or desire. It was a love born of childhood compassion and trust. It was the love a brother would have for a weak sister. And that was what Elizabeth was to Will now. The sister that he never knew. The conversation between them still replayed within his conscious.
"What do you mean by that, William Turner?"
"I love you, but... it's difficult to explain."
"Difficult, of course. Everything is just so difficult these days isn't it? I haven't seen you since that accursed pirate left! You're always holed up in that damned-able shop of yours!"
"Elizabeth, stop cryi-"
"No! I'll have that pirate sent to the gallows! Commodore Norrington will see to that!"
"Elizabeth! Calm yourself!"
"I will not!"
"Elizabeth, listen to me for once! I love you, but it could never be the love you deserve," Sugar coated words, indeed. Used to soften the blow, but to whom? "You're my guardian angel, the light of my life! But you must know, I love the sea.."
"How can anyone love the sea? It doesn't even feel!"
"The sea is my mistress! I love her with all my heart!"
"You're drunk!"
"How dare you-"
"Then you've lost your mind!"
"I will lose my mind if I stay here! What is there for me? A blacksmith's shop? Appreciation for my work? Yes, Elizabeth Swann, the gratitude of Port Royal overwhelms me!" Words laced with sarcasm.
"The sea is a heathen's mistress!"
"If so, then a heathen I am!"
"Get out." Her words, low and vicious.
"I'm sorr-"
"GET OUT!"
Will shook his head, a stray lock of auburn falling into those chocolate depths. A growl escaping his throat, biceps pulsing with renewed vigor, fury taken out on the raw material placed upon his anvil. Since the accursed pirate. Yes, the pirate that, six months prior, stumbled into his shop, attempting to escape the Commodore's men. The one person who had awakened Will from his fantasy world.
Of course, not all at once. It had taken the damned Barbossa and a captured Elizabeth for Will to realize how much he was missing out on. Life. Excitement. Danger. That's what the sea had to offer. That, and Jack Sparrow. The eccentric man always had a way to make life even more interesting. If you call running from the law and damned interesting. Of course, to Cap'n Jack Sparrow, that was the only way you could possibly describe it. The ruffian never settled for less.
A soft smirk graced those delicately masculine features. A pause in the rhythm, a glance towards a dark corner of the shop. Beneath his coverlet, Will had his most prized possession hidden away. A saber, a blade that looks as if molded from the very purest silver. And, indeed, it was. Or at least, partially. William Turner had made a beautiful substance out of typical oar, and silver. The grip was amazing as well. Obsidian in hue, fashioned for the lovers of gaudy, with it's silver rivets of contrast, and deep sapphires of ornamentation.
And upon the anvil, was the blade's twin, yet to be born from fire and sweat. Will's thoughts, once again, turned to the pirate. He had left him. Left him in a dead end life amongst colonists and a governor's daughter. Left him with only an anvil to beat his frustrations out. Without adventure, without excitement, without Jack. One thought flitted through the smith's mind. One that made the metallic ring painful to the ears.
Captain Jack Sparrow, the man that could have been the boy's savior, had left him to rot in a world void of thrill and danger.
And so Will slaved on into the darkest hour of the night, brooding and pondering. Unbeknownst to the young smith, he was not alone. Twin orbs of jet, almost born of the night itself, and lined in kohl, gazed through a pane of glass. Ever watchful, of the creature within.
Anchored out of site of the small colony, sat a vessel of black wood and soaring sails. Railings polished to a bright sheen, with care and love. Decks free from refuse, masts without splinters. Pearl sails fluttered faintly in the tropical breeze, an ebony flag flying from the tallest. A black flag, bearing the tell-tale signs of piracy. Skull and crossbones soared above a fabled ship, an infamous vessel. In the harbor of Port Royal, the Black Pearl listed beneath a full moon.
-----
D: So? What'dya think?
Phoenix: ^-^ I get to write some citrus!
D: I dunno, I don't think it's very good.
Phoenix: Citrus makes everything better!
D: I'm probably not going to continue this though.
Phoenix: -pout-
D: I'll let you write some citrus in me original or something.
Phoenix: -ponders- Ohh! Ancient citrus!
D: ^-^ So, probably one time fic of musings, on M'lord William Turner's POV.
Phoenix: -scribles on sign: Tell her to lemme write some Jack/Will lemon!-
D: Phoenix, something you'd like to share?
Phoenix: What? Me? Of course not!
D: Mmhmm. Anyways, hope you enjoy my midnight musings, for I actually did write this at midnight.
Phoenix: -sign: REVIEW! And get her to write more! So I can have some citrus!-
://by Delta Hallihan (FromtheDark)
://Published July 21, 2003
://Pirates of the Caribbean; post 'Curse of the Black Pearl'
://Summary: After the excursion with Captain Sparrow, Will begins to long for the sea and an offered life of excitement. He feels to need to return to the sea, the pirate's mistress. But Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl are gone, leaving Will to his own inner turmoil. Or are they?
://Warnings: Rated R for situations and langua-
Phoenix: Rated for Slashy goodness!
D: PHOENIX!
Phoenix: Yeshums?
D: I was getting to that! Be patient!
Phoenix: I'll be patient, as long as I get to write the slashy parts
D: -sigh- You're the only one I'd ever allow to put some citrus in me fics.
Rydia: Uhm.. Are you sure that's wise?
Oscen: Let's run, before we blow up!
Phoenix: ^-^
D: ^-^ This is actually going to be a one time fic, so probably no citrus in here.
Phoenix: Nuu!
://Disclaimer: I do not own PotC -pout- Wish I did though
Phoenix: -evil cackle-
D: Nu, it's supposed to be like this -deranged laughter-
Phoenix: O.o Now that's scary!
Rydia: I don't know, I thought that Barbossa was a tad frightening.
Oscen: Is it just me, or was Elizabeth the scariest thing about the movie?
D: I assure you
Rydia: It wasn't you.
Phoenix: That bitch was freaky.
Oscen: Just making sure.
D: Indeed.
Phoenix: Uhm... I gots a question?
Rydia: Are you sure your pea-sized brain can handle the answer?
Phoenix: Bite me bitch.
D: Question being?
Phoenix: Why're we watching Discovery's Sunday Showcase?
Oscen: I was starting to wonder that meself.
D: I dunno, ask Rydia, she's the one with the remote.
Rydia: Hmmmph! I'm trying to culture you barbarians
D: Uhm... -whispers to Phoenix- Since when does watching ape people get eaten and bashing thing's skulls in count as culture?
Phoenix: I haven't the faintest clue.
Rydia: -fume-
Oscen: WATCH OUT! SHE'S GONNA BLOW!
Phoenix: Ahhh!
D: -blink- Thar she blows!
-----
~ o O . M i d n i g h t . M u s i n g s . O o ~
Thunder rolled through the stifling air, a symphony of metallic clashes, hissing steam and roaring inferno. Wood creaked; slow plodding of work beast in an ever lasting cycle. Outside the smithy, the pleasant sounds of night. Near silence, with the faint lapping of salted liquid, beneath a gentle metallic sphere.
None of the tranquillity reached the laboring swordsmith, drowned out by his own relentless slaving. The ring of hammer on anvil, hammer on raw oar, and again on anvil. A steady beat, causing the smith to lose himself to cognition.
For nearly his entire life, William Turner had concluded that his life would be a simple one. Make a decent living, be wed, have children. Never did he dream of the sea, never the life of a rogue, a bandit, a pirate. Always shunned, in his mind, were those who defied the laws of the Queen. And his life was simple, since the colony of Port Royal was swarming with Red Coats. And then there was Elizabeth Swann.
Forever to be admired from afar, Miss Swann was. Turner's life revolved around the young lady, thought to be his guardian angel. Ever since she had plucked him, half drowned, from the cold waters of the ocean. Will's only purpose had been to protect the Governor's daughter. He had always loved Elizabeth, but until recently, he knew not what kind of love it was that he had for the delicate woman.
His love for Elizabeth was not born of lust or desire. It was a love born of childhood compassion and trust. It was the love a brother would have for a weak sister. And that was what Elizabeth was to Will now. The sister that he never knew. The conversation between them still replayed within his conscious.
"What do you mean by that, William Turner?"
"I love you, but... it's difficult to explain."
"Difficult, of course. Everything is just so difficult these days isn't it? I haven't seen you since that accursed pirate left! You're always holed up in that damned-able shop of yours!"
"Elizabeth, stop cryi-"
"No! I'll have that pirate sent to the gallows! Commodore Norrington will see to that!"
"Elizabeth! Calm yourself!"
"I will not!"
"Elizabeth, listen to me for once! I love you, but it could never be the love you deserve," Sugar coated words, indeed. Used to soften the blow, but to whom? "You're my guardian angel, the light of my life! But you must know, I love the sea.."
"How can anyone love the sea? It doesn't even feel!"
"The sea is my mistress! I love her with all my heart!"
"You're drunk!"
"How dare you-"
"Then you've lost your mind!"
"I will lose my mind if I stay here! What is there for me? A blacksmith's shop? Appreciation for my work? Yes, Elizabeth Swann, the gratitude of Port Royal overwhelms me!" Words laced with sarcasm.
"The sea is a heathen's mistress!"
"If so, then a heathen I am!"
"Get out." Her words, low and vicious.
"I'm sorr-"
"GET OUT!"
Will shook his head, a stray lock of auburn falling into those chocolate depths. A growl escaping his throat, biceps pulsing with renewed vigor, fury taken out on the raw material placed upon his anvil. Since the accursed pirate. Yes, the pirate that, six months prior, stumbled into his shop, attempting to escape the Commodore's men. The one person who had awakened Will from his fantasy world.
Of course, not all at once. It had taken the damned Barbossa and a captured Elizabeth for Will to realize how much he was missing out on. Life. Excitement. Danger. That's what the sea had to offer. That, and Jack Sparrow. The eccentric man always had a way to make life even more interesting. If you call running from the law and damned interesting. Of course, to Cap'n Jack Sparrow, that was the only way you could possibly describe it. The ruffian never settled for less.
A soft smirk graced those delicately masculine features. A pause in the rhythm, a glance towards a dark corner of the shop. Beneath his coverlet, Will had his most prized possession hidden away. A saber, a blade that looks as if molded from the very purest silver. And, indeed, it was. Or at least, partially. William Turner had made a beautiful substance out of typical oar, and silver. The grip was amazing as well. Obsidian in hue, fashioned for the lovers of gaudy, with it's silver rivets of contrast, and deep sapphires of ornamentation.
And upon the anvil, was the blade's twin, yet to be born from fire and sweat. Will's thoughts, once again, turned to the pirate. He had left him. Left him in a dead end life amongst colonists and a governor's daughter. Left him with only an anvil to beat his frustrations out. Without adventure, without excitement, without Jack. One thought flitted through the smith's mind. One that made the metallic ring painful to the ears.
Captain Jack Sparrow, the man that could have been the boy's savior, had left him to rot in a world void of thrill and danger.
And so Will slaved on into the darkest hour of the night, brooding and pondering. Unbeknownst to the young smith, he was not alone. Twin orbs of jet, almost born of the night itself, and lined in kohl, gazed through a pane of glass. Ever watchful, of the creature within.
Anchored out of site of the small colony, sat a vessel of black wood and soaring sails. Railings polished to a bright sheen, with care and love. Decks free from refuse, masts without splinters. Pearl sails fluttered faintly in the tropical breeze, an ebony flag flying from the tallest. A black flag, bearing the tell-tale signs of piracy. Skull and crossbones soared above a fabled ship, an infamous vessel. In the harbor of Port Royal, the Black Pearl listed beneath a full moon.
-----
D: So? What'dya think?
Phoenix: ^-^ I get to write some citrus!
D: I dunno, I don't think it's very good.
Phoenix: Citrus makes everything better!
D: I'm probably not going to continue this though.
Phoenix: -pout-
D: I'll let you write some citrus in me original or something.
Phoenix: -ponders- Ohh! Ancient citrus!
D: ^-^ So, probably one time fic of musings, on M'lord William Turner's POV.
Phoenix: -scribles on sign: Tell her to lemme write some Jack/Will lemon!-
D: Phoenix, something you'd like to share?
Phoenix: What? Me? Of course not!
D: Mmhmm. Anyways, hope you enjoy my midnight musings, for I actually did write this at midnight.
Phoenix: -sign: REVIEW! And get her to write more! So I can have some citrus!-