Be careful what you wish for: Chapter 1
AN: This may be the first of its kind or not but here is the deal: Me and Gadago are co-writing this and thought it would be neat to combine the two movies. I placed it here because there is more traffic here than in the sleepy hollow section. We hope you enjoy.
We both don't own anything if we did would we write this…
PLEASE REVIEW!THIS TOOK US A LOT OF TIME AND EFFORT! Okay done ranting. Enjoy.
Captain Jack Sparrow was steering his ship, The Black Pearl to no where in particular. At the moment he as enjoying the sea spray on his face and the cool air of the Caribbean night. Life was good at the moment; he had his ship, his rum, and even managed to find a girl. True he always said that his only loves were the sea and his ship but Elizabeth Swann had a way of changing a person, hell he should know.
Only six months had passed after he had left Elizabeth and Will on the happily-ever-after-stage, so it was quite a shock to arrive in Tortuga for supplies to find waiting for him at the faithful bride the one and only Elizabeth Swann. She was working as a bar maid and when she served him his rum, he spit it out all over Gibbs when he realized it was her.
" 'Lizabeth, what the hell are you doing here? And where is Will." Jack growled, making her sit in the empty seat next to Gibbs, his kohl lined eyes wide with surprise.
"I have to ask you for something, Jack." She looked at Gibbs and saw that his mug was almost empty, and refilled it out of habit. Gibbs nodded his thanks and took the hint as a sign to get going.
"Aye, and what might that be?" Jack asked, as he watched her fill an empty mug with some rum and refilled his. She took a deep drink and looked at him straight in the eye. "I was hoping that you would let me join the crew of The Black Pearl." She spoke, her back straight, her words calm and determined to convince him if he denied her.
"And what does the whelp have to say about this?" Jack said, kicking his feet on the table and taking a swig from his mug.
"If Will has anything to say I neither know nor care." She laughed with out mirth and Jack cocked an eye at her.
"Trouble in paradise then, luv?" he smiled and took another swig of his beloved drink.
"There was never a paradise to begin with." She murmured, looking at her hands. Elizabeth then took a deep breath and looked up to Jack. "So will you let me join your crew?" Elizabeth asked again.
Jack looked at his drink, then back at Elizabeth. Despite him having just seen her six months ago, she looked different. Even though at this moment she wore cheap dress like the ones that whore's wore. It was a deep crimson color that added to her cleavage and brought out her color as well. Her hair was let down and her hands were dirty from cleaning and serving but she looked relaxed, and should he think it, even a bit happier then when he left. She broke him out of his reprieve by speaking.
"Jack, you alright?" Her brown doe eyes were sizing him to see if in the last five minutes he had forgotten about her.
"Alright then, luv, I'll tell you what, you can come and join the crew if you can prove to me you have what it takes, savvy?" He smiled, his gold teeth showing in the dim lighting.
"What would you have me do?" she asked, accepting his challenge.
Jack played with his braided beard in thought for a moment before answering, "Steal something from someone." In his mind he was sure Elizabeth would protest and then he could send her home to Port Royal where she would be safe with her dad and Will- or at least her dad.
"Oh, you mean like this?" she held up Jack's compass. Jack slammed his feet on the floor and looked for the object on his person, and sure enough it was missing. "One last time, Captain Sparrow, may I join your crew?" she held the compass just out of Jack reach, an innocent smile playing on her lips.
Jack took back his compass and held his drink in a salute, knowing he had been outwitted- at least for the moment. "Welcome aboard, luv." They clinked mugs and drank.
The only hard part about bringing Elizabeth aboard was Gibbs. They had just gotten rid of Ana-Maria, why bring another woman on board? They just bring bad luck. Jack only shrugged, "Bad luck is better than no luck."
Elizabeth held her own and never complained about any task she was given, nor did she have any trouble defending herself. Turns out she had been practicing her fencing and was getting better all the time. She earned the respect of the men (including Gibbs) by saving their lives once or twice when they raided ports or other ships.
When Jack realized that he liked Elizabeth more than just a friend he had just beat the crap out of some sea dog that had dared touch her. Making an excuse that he was trying to rob her she had let the issue pass. That was until three months later when she had kissed him while going over maps in his cabin. A month of hell followed by their avoidance of each other until Gibbs had told Jack to take what he wanted- after all he was a bloody pirate. So Jack did just that. Now two years later, he and Elizabeth were still together enjoying the adventurous life of really bad eggs.
Seeing that it was nearing dawn in a few hours, he handed the wheel over to Cotton, who ran the night crew, and Jack went to his cabin to crawl into bed with Elizabeth 'Oh yes, a good life indeed.' He thought, and then let the sea rock him to sleep as he held Elizabeth.
Constable Ichabod Crane had been coming home from his work for the city of New York to his Katrina Van Tassel-Crane for just over a year now. Each day, he made his way through the slime and murk of the streets and into a warm house in which, for the first time in his life, he could feel at home.
Katrina had come from a small village up the Hudson River, along with young Mr. Masbath, who had served the constable since the terrible death of his own father. Ichabod had been sent to their town of Sleep Hollow to solve a crime, and solve it he did. Thereafter, he brought home with him the two whom he now lived with.
Crane would never tell his Katrina that despite the fact that he had come out on top, his journey to Sleepy Hollow had been anything but willful. After complaining to the burgomaster, the magistrate, and the high constable several times over the fact that science should be affiliated with detection work, he was sent off to the hollow. 'Three deaths,' the burgomaster had told him. "In a fortnight. Their heads lopped off."
Ichabod Crane had arrived in Sleepy Hollow with the intentions of using his gadgets and studies to find a madman, but he had been taken by surprise several times. In a tragic duel with the immortal and pure evil, the constable had vanquished an unsettled spirit, brought justice to the Van Tassel family, and won himself a fair lady.
From the very second that Ichabod had set foot in the Van Tassel home, he had possessed Katrina's heart, and she his. In a game in which the lady moved about blindfolded, surrounded by a group of young men until she finished a song about the Wicked Witch of the Western Woods. At that point, she'd 'capture' a man and serve him with a kiss if she couldn't guess his identity correctly.
Ichabod had been the man that she caught. 'I'm just a stranger.' He'd told her, nervous of the group staring at him, and the woman holding his face gently. She'd kissed him anyway, and that night, she'd blindly given him something that he had never been given before.
Promptly, after the headless horseman had been thrown back into the hellish world in which he came, the three of them, Ichabod, Katrina and young Masbath moved quickly out of the hollow. A two-day journey back down the Hudson placed them safely in New York City, just in time for the turn of the century. Soon after, Ichabod and Katrina were wed, and young Masbath stayed with them as a faithful servant.
Now, thirteen months later, Katrina prepared a fine meal before her husband returned home every night, and watched him walk in the door madly swatting at moths that stayed close to their burning porch light. The man was a wonderful detective, and the most marvelous husband, but he was, in fact, afraid of his own shadow.
Tonight, though, Ichabod had one of his marvelous tales to share with his small audience. "Katrina, my dear," He said happily, announcing himself at the same time.
"Ichabod," She greeted him with a smile.
"Wonderful news, my wife," He started, flinching madly and smacking his shoulder to rid himself of a stray moth. "After the success of the case in Sleepy Hollow, the high constable agreed to a autopsy to this week's body in the Hudson."
"Evening Mr. Crane." Masbath said to his master, taking his jacket from him.
"Evening, Masbath." Ichabod sat down at the table and stared at the candle in front of him before folding his napkin in his lap and continuing. "Come to find, the victim did in fact have absolutely no water at all in the lungs. This in itself confirmed my suspicion of death before he hit the water."
Katrina nodded and smiled at her husband's wistful tone. "But have things been exciting for you?"
"It was absolutely incredible." He answered with a small, sideways smile. "But how was your day, Katrina." Ichabod asked, looking straight at his wife.
"Oh, it was fine. Normal." She answered, and slightly bit the inside of her lip to keep from giggling as Ichabod flinched when Masbath shut the door to the closet rather loudly. "Really, Ichabod, after fighting an immortal headless horseman, I'd think you'd gain a bit more nerve." Katrina teased and watched her husband pull his lips into a tight smile.
That night, after supper and the small, after-dinner conversations, the three of them blew out all of their lights and headed for bed. Masbath slept in a room downstairs just left of the sitting room, and Ichabod and Katrina went up the stairs to their own bedroom.
The two of them readied themselves for the night, and then laid down together before Ichabod leaned up to their nightstand to blow out the light. "Good night, Katrina." He said softly and smiled when she returned his comment. He closed his eyes and tightened his arms around his wife, certain that he was the luckiest man alive.