Hey, here's my first POTC fanfiction
Hey, here's my first POTC fanfiction. I've only just joined this site so I hope I get on OK. :)
This fic is a Next Generation Fanfic, called All Because Of A Daisy Chain. Its about Willabeth's son, William Turner (the third) and other characters I may make up and introduce, along with some old faces (Jack, Will, Elizabeth, ect.)
It's a mix action/adventure/romance.
I hope you like it!
I do not own any of the POTC franchise. Characters and actors all belong to Disney.
:)
Chapter 1 – Welcome To Tortuga
"Welcome, my son, to Tortuga!" said Elizabeth Turner to her twelve year old son.
Even the saddest of men would crack a smile at the look on William Turner's face after those five words. His face split into pure delight and the most broad and momentous grin Elizabeth had ever seen him bear.
"Wow, the pirate island!" shouted William in excitement and disbelief. It was the place he had most desired to go all of his life. He was fascinated by pirates, and as his parents were once the very same, he was almost inspired the very day he was born.
"Come on, William," said Will, his father, as he patted his son on the back and and led him along to the old inn they would be staying in those next few days.
"It's not exactly the most luxurious holiday spot, Will," muttered Elizabeth to her husband under her breath.
"William wanted to go," he replied, "And I suppose we do need to catch up on everything," he finished, and turned to kiss her softly on her lips.
She smiled.
"Oh, the things you'd do for your family, Will," she said, her deep brown eyes meeting his.
"Well, I'm lucky. I have the best family I could wish for…and if it weren't for you I'd still be roaming the seven seas and beyond as the captain of the Flying Dutchman. I'm trying to spend as much time with my family as possible…because, I, unlike lots of men, have the freedom to be with my family." He turned back round with a small speck of a smile, and followed his son up to the Olde Inn, to which he was skipping up the path to merrily.
Inside the Olde Inn was pure madness. There were pirates all over the place, playing cards, drinking, (most regular) smoking, and fighting.
Small William's face seemed very interested at the large bar fight happening at one end. Will quickly guided him away.
Elizabeth's face sufficed a small smile as she remembered the time when she had smashed a bottle so hard over Commodore James Norrington's head that he had been knocked out, in this very same bar, even though he was near passing out anyway, due to his intoxicated condition. That had been over ten years ago, when she was only seventeen. It was amazing…the time had gone so quickly. Back then she had been simply in love, a noble (or maybe not so noble) pirate, and eager for adventure, which was so often beckoning her.
Now she was twenty – nine, she was married with a child, and had more responsibilities than ever, and had seen more than any normal woman born into a rich family…but finally, after all the chaos, things were finally getting back to normal…in a strange off-centre way.
"Um…delightful," said Elizabeth, looking uncertain. The room they were all sharing was exceedingly cramped, and extremely…dirty. There were bugs crawling up the walls, and damp in every corner.
"What was I expecting?" said Will, "I mean, pirates aren't exactly the…cleanest of people, we should know that," he finished, a grin on his face.
Elizabeth sat on one of the beds.
"Thank goodness were only here for a few days," she said.
Will sat next to her and stroked her hair and kissed her on the cheek.
"Don't get down about it, darling," he whispered in her ear.
She forced a heavy smile.
"Why don't you go out and play, William?" said Will, "Only don't go to far, and come back before sunset,"
William grinned and ran out.
"He is going to be a fine man," said Elizabeth, "Quite like his father, I daresay," she ended, giving Will a soft kiss.
Will smiled and gave Elizabeth a warm hug.
Will walked the streets of Tortuga paying much attention to everything about it; the old women selling lucky charms on stalls in the streets, beggar men pulling at the ends of men's trousers, pleading for a shilling, women dressed in revealing dresses, flirting with the men, while other men pick – pocketed every other person.
He came across many docks, fights, drunken young men on the streets, but no – one seemed to notice him or even talk to him.
He came to what seemed to be the outskirts of Tortuga, a deserted plain with sand on the gravelled ground. There was a grass cliff up ahead. Dare he take his chance?
William, being that sort of boy, did. He made his way up the hills and soon enough the edge of the cliff was in sight. Only there was not the deserted cliff edge he had hoped for. There, sitting on the edge of the cliff, was a girl.
William hesitated for a minute and slowly walked over to the girl from behind.
"H-Hello?"
The girl froze and turned her head round slowly.
She had the most beautiful big black eyes, and her creamy – blonde hair was softly waving about in the breeze.
"'Ello," she said, and went back to staring out at the sea.
"Do you mind-?" said William cautiously.
She shook her head.
William sat down on the grass next to her.
"You don' look as if yeh've been 'ere fer long," said the girl.
"No…me and my family are staying here for a few days…"
She nodded.
"Is this all you do all day?" said William, sounding bored.
"Oh no. This being a pirate island there's a lotta stuff yer can do 'ere, better than yer borin' old home, I bet,"
William grinned.
"I bet not."
"Are yer challenging me, whatever yer name is?" the girl grinned back.
"I might be," she started, "And it's William,"
"William. Nice. I'm Amberly, but please call me Amber, everyone does,"
"OK,"
"So, yer reckon yer 'ome can beat Tortuga?"
"Might do,"
"Well I'm prepared ter prove yer wrong," said Amber, getting up and picking up her shoes.
"Where are we going?" said William, surprised
"Yeh'll see," she said. She grabbed young William by the hand and pulled him along with her. They ran across the grassy plains and raced each other to the top of a lush green hill.
William gasped.
"Wow!" he exclaimed as he saw the amazing view of the sea and sand, and the deep tan sun slowly starting to set.
"Is this-?" he started, turning round to see Amber, only she wasn't there.
"Amber?" he said, feeling rather foolish.
He was upset at her disappearance and felt quite stupid for letting her get away from this trick.
His head hung low, he started to walk back down the mount.
"William?"
He turned round so quickly there was a whoosh in the air from his coat.
Amber was standing there in front of him, her long thin scarlet dress and blonde hair flowing in the fresh summer air.
She laughed. Then she saw William's face and frowned.
"I'm sorry," she said, looking ashamed, "I guess yer just cant take a joke!" she laughed again and William joined in.
"Where did you go?" he asked her.
"Follow me!" she said, walking up to the top of the hill once again, and sitting down.
They sat there in silence, until –
"Wheeee!" Amber squealed, flying down a sand slide that was in the hill.
Carefully, William followed on.
At the end of the slide, he turned to see Amber rummaging through a box. They were in some sort of…house.
"This is like my second home," she said hazily, helping William up.
It was made out of wood, and was quite large. There weren't any windows but a small ladder, which obviously took you back up to the hill. There were flowers of nearly every sort embedded into the bark walls, purple and orange an red…there were also many boxes around, and Amber went back to looking through one of them.
"What are you looking for?" said William.
"This," replied Amber as she pulled out a dirty notebook.
William watched in awe as the young girl wrote something down.
"What did you write down, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Just a few things…and your name," said Amber quietly, showing him where she had put, "Sunday, made new friend, name o' William!"
William smiled.
"Have yer ever made a daisy chain before, William?"
"No," said William thinking it only for girls.
Amber went through her box and produced some small flowers. William watched in wonder as she threaded them together rapidly and with great attention and care. A few minutes later she showed him a beautiful daisy chain with many fruitful colours.
"It's really nice," said William, staring at it.
"Oh, that's nothing," said Amber in a bored way, "You should see some of my other ones, they're really pretty," she finished, sliding the daisy chain (or rather, flower chain) onto William's wrist.
"Wow…" said William, admiring it.
"Now let's go and have some fun!" said Amber, her big black eyes sparkling.
She ran to the ladder and heaved herself up it effortlessly, William near after.
"Come to the river, William, it's my favourite place on this whole island!"
At the river the duo lay by the river, talking and laughing.
"How old are yer William?" enquired Amber.
"Twelve,"
"Oh. I'm eleven, I hate being so young. But in August I'll be twelve! Only one month to go!"
William laughed.
"I'm bigger and older and smarter and better than you!" he teased and stood up.
"Oh yeah?" Amber laughed and stood up as well.
"Yes!"
"If yer were a big man then yer wouldn't fall for…this!" yelled Amber, still laughing, and pushed William into the shallows of the river.
Amber was laughing so hard she was on her back. After all the commotion, she rolled over onto her stomach and looked at William, still sitting in the water, also laughing but soaking wet.
"Help me out, will you?"
Amber reached out to help him, but then –
"ARRGH!" screamed Amber.
William had pulled her in with him!
They both sat there in the water laughing like a couple of old friends.
"Let's get out of here," said Amber, and they both struggled up the muddy bank and collapsed on the bank in fits of laughter.
"That was…surprisingly great!" said William, sitting up.
"Yeah,"
They both sat in a peaceful silence.
"Your dress is all muddy," said William.
"Ah I know. I don't care though, as long as my mother doesn't find out, she only bought this dress the other day, and got me a corset and everything for it, only I don't wear it so she'll get even more mad," said Amber looking sad.
"What about your dad? Doesn't he get angry at you?"
"I…don't really know 'im. That's why my mother always has a go at me when I do some wrong, just because I'm 'is child. Just because 'e left 'er before 'e even found out she was pregnant. Its always 'Oh Amberly, just like 'er father that one is,' and so and so," she ended, looking grim.
"Oh…I'm sorry,"
"It is OK,"
"I'm sure you're not like your father,"
"Really?" Amber's face broke into a grin.
"I mean, I don't think a man could be that…pretty," he completed, going slightly red.
"Oh William, that is so sweet!" she said, bending over and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
He played with the daisy chain on his right wrist.
They suddenly heard the sounds of the accordion, fiddle, and guitar.
"Oh!" Amber exclaimed, "I love this tune!" she started to whistle and got up and did a sweet little dance.
"Come on, William!" she grabbed William by the hands and span around and danced with him.
The dance seemed to last forever, as they skipped and jumped and bounced and bounded all over the place happily.
When the music stopped, William stopped dancing, and looked up at the sky.
It was nearly night time.
"Oh no!" gasped William.
"What is it?" said Amber, looking alarmed.
"I was meant to be home at sunset!"
"You'd better get yourself home, then!"
"Yeah," he let go of one hand. Then started to swing their hands together.
"I'll meet you at the cliff edge tomorrow, I promise," he grinned.
She beamed back, and he let go of her hand and ran off into the streets of Tortuga, leaving Amber standing in the moonlight alone.