Finally I was able to upload...WOOT! Anywho, my (not first) but newly written first chapter of my newly thought up fan fic. Welcome to the Caribbean, Love! was inspired while wacthing the deleted scense from Pirates 1. I thought to myself, hey, imagine what really happened on that island that Lizzie and Jack get marooned on. So, here you go...what really happened.
Summary: Basically, it's the real story of what happened when Lizzie and Jack get marooned (did I not just explain this). I mean, it was like early afternoon when they get stranded and late at night when they are drunk and dancing around the campfire. I think things happened. So why did Elizabeth really burn the rum? (muhahaha)
Disclaimer: yes, the notorious disclaimer...no own Disney...I cry!
Chapter 1: When stranded on a deserted island, STRIP!
Elizabeth and Jack stumbled onto the islet, sucking for air. Jack watched the Black Pearl sail further away, becoming a small black dot on the horizon.
"That's the second time I've watched that man sail away with my ship."
He stared hopelessly out at the sea. Elizabeth sighs, and begins to walk around the island. She hears Jack slump into the sand and the waves crashing against the rocks up ahead. About fifteen minutes later, she is back to where she stared, by Jack.
"Not all that big, is it?"
"…as anything changed, since the last time you were here." Jack looks up from dismantling his pistol and surveyed the island.
"Trees. They got…taller?" He checks to make sure his pistol isn't wet, then reassembles it.
"If you're going to shot me, please do it without delay." Elizabeth suggests, nodding towards the gun. Jack stopped what he was doing to look up.
"Is there a problem between us, Miss Swann?"
"You were going to tell Barbossa about Will in exchange for a ship."
"We could use a ship." He said in a matter-of-fact tone. "The fact is I was going to not Barbossa about bloody Will in exchange for a ship because as long as he didn't know about bloody Will, I had something to bargain with…which now no one has, thanks to bloody stupid Will." He said this in one breath, waving his pistol around animatedly.
"Oh." Elizabeth looked like she was just slapped in the face. Jack shoves the gun into his belt.
"Oh." He says, imitating him.
"He still risked his life to save ours."
"HA!" Jack cries as he walks off.
"So we have to do something to rescue him!" Elizabeth cries, following him.
"Off you go then," making a shooing motion with his hands, "let me know how that turns out."
"Captain Sparrow! We have to get off this island immediately." She continues to run after him. "You were marooned on this island once before, weren't you? So we can escape the same way you did before." Jack turns and stops Elizabeth in her tracks.
"To what point and purpose, young missy? The Black Pearl is gone and unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice - unlikely - young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him." Jack knocks on a palm tree, than takes four big steps. Elizabeth continues to talk on.
"But you're Captain Jack Sparrow. You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. You sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot. Are you the pirate I've read about or not? How did you escape last time?"
"Last time…I was here a grand total of three days, all right? Last time," Jack opens a cellar door hidden under some branches, "the rumrunners used this island as a cache. Came by, and I was able to barter a passage off." He descends into the cellar. "From the looks of things, they've long been out of business. Probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that." Jack climbs out with two rum bottles, one in each hand.
"So that's it then? That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach, drinking rum?!" Elizabeth says disgusted, growing angrier with every passing second.
Jack pauses before answering. "Welcome to the Caribbean, love." He pushes past her. Elizabeth runs after him.
"So, is there any truth to the other stories?"
"Truth?" He stops, obviously taken aback.
Jack rolls up his sleeve and shows her his Sparrow tattoo and the branded "P". He then rolls up his other sleeve and exposed the white scar that snakes itself around his arm. Elizabeth steps back, obliviously surprised. Jack then pulls his shirt to the side to reveal two bullet holes, brown with scarred skin.
"No truth at all." He seems somewhat angry at Elizabeth as he sits himself in the sand.
"We still have a month maybe more. Keep a weathered eye open for passing ships, and our chances are fair."
"And what about Will? We have to do something." Jack holds up his finger.
"You're absolutely right." He smirks, and then rolls a bottle of rum towards her. Uncorking the second bottle, he holds it up. "Here's to you, William Turner," Then took a long swig. Elizabeth plucks the floating bottle from the ocean and uncorks it, sitting next to Jack. She looks at the bottle for a moment.
"Drink up me hearties, yo ho…" She whispers under her breath before drinking. Jack turns towards her, confused.
"What was that, Elizabeth?"
"It's Miss Swann." Jack holds his hands up, gesturing being offended, but she continues, "Nothing…just nothing. Just a song I learned as a child when I actually thought it would be exciting to meet a pirate."
"Let's hear it."
"No."
"Come on we have the time. Let's have it."
"NO!" Elizabeth tries to stare Jack down, but fails. Sighing, she looks back out over the sea. "I'd have to have a lot more to drink." Elizabeth runs her hands over the bottle. Jack brings his own to his lips.
"How much more?" He smiles smugly, taking a drink.
"Jack…" She warns.
"Miss Swann…I know a lot of songs about pirates, but none I'd teach a child. Let's hear it."
"Oh, no…it's silly. Back in England we didn't know a thing about pirates. They seemed so romantic and daring…" Jack smirks, liking the way it sounded. Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
"That was before I met one, of course."
"Now I must hear this song. An authentic pirate song. Have at it." But Elizabeth still refuses.
"Come now Lizze, you're singing voice must surpass Will's by a league."
"No!" She laughed, playfully hitting Jack in the arm. Rubbing the spot, he tried to take another drink of rum, but found himself unable.
"Well than, we must find something else to do on this forsaken spit of land. Any suggestions, love?"
"None." Elizabeth takes another sip while Jack ponders.
"Well, we could always take a nice long swim, without clothes…" Elizabeth shot him a glance, and he dropped the issue.
"How about a nice long swim with clothes?"
"What?" Jack asked as Elizabeth threw her rum down and ran towards the waters edge. Picking up the hem of her shift, she waded into the cool water. Sighing, Jack followed her into the water.
Frowning, he turned to her. "It's not as fun with clothes."
"Well that's too bad, Captain Sparrow, because there is no way you could get me to undress."
"Really now? Are you sure you want to make such an assumption?" Jack caught Elizabeth's arm as she went to turn from him and pulled her close. He cocked his eyebrow and smiled crookedly. Elizabeth felt her heart skip a beat but she controlled herself. She loves Will, right?
Pulling her arm free from his grasp, Elizabeth scoffed. "Please! You do not scare me."
"Okay than, pick the stakes and the challenge." Jack stepped back and waited, letting Elizabeth think for a moment. The island was neither big nor had many land forms.
"Fine. The challenge: a race. The stakes: If you win, I strip. But if I win, I not only keep my clothes on, but you drop the subject and help me find a way off this island."
"Does me winning include you doing what ever I want?"
"…No!"
"Fair enough, love. A race around the island. First one back here," He marked a large "x" in the sand, "wins. Aright?"
"Aye!" Elizabeth shouted, and took her place next to Jack.
"Ready…" Jack asked.
"…Set…" Elizabeth bent her knees.
"…Go!" They both shouted, taking off at full speed. Jack of course ran like a drunk, but he was actually keeping up with Elizabeth, who wasn't bad herself.
"Jack, I hope you're ready to lose."
"I think otherwise, Lizze." As they came up around the bend, Jack stuck his foot out and sent Elizabeth flying head first into the sand. Sputtering, she quickly jumped beck up and yelled,
"JACK! THAT WAS UNFAIR!"
Her response…"PIRATE!" he yelled from up head.
Frustrated and determined not to lose, Elizabeth decided that if you wanted to beat a pirate, you needed to think like a pirate. With that thought, Elizabeth cut across the island, through the scattered trees, and ended up running next to Jack (who was more than surprised).
"You cheated!" he called as she past him. Elizabeth just shrugged and continued running. But Jack was already thinking up another scheme. .
"ELIZABETH!" He yelled, "SHIP!"
"What?" Elizabeth stopped, turned, and scanned the horizon. "Where? I don't see any…" By the time she realized what Jack had done, he was already standing smugly on the "x".
"JACK!" She screamed, coming up to him and jabbed her finger into his chest. "THAT WAS A DRITY, ROTTEN TRICK YOU…" She was interrupted by Jack, of course.
He had placed a finger on her lips and smirked. "You cheated, I cheated. Fairs fair. Now strip." Weather it was his bluntness or the fact that he was touching her lips, Elizabeth froze.
"No I will…" but she never finished, because Jack had pushed – no – threw her into the water.
"I think we had an accord, love." Standing up, she waded into the water. When it came waist high, she turned.
"Do I have to?" Jack just shrugged and waved his hands, motioning her to carry on.
Sighing, Elizabeth waded in until the water came up to her collar bone, and began to undo her shift.
a/n: And so, chapter 1 is done. You like? Tell me! (that means reviewing...OoOoOoO...what a novel idea!)
What will happen next time? Chapter 2: Skinny Dipping with a Pirate!
Preview: "What do you mean 'seen better', Jack"
Love ya, Krista