Pirates of the Caribbean: After World's End
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates, Disney, or anything at all. I know that I'm just some dumb shmo at a computer, no need to rub it in my face.
A/N: Ok, here's a bit more of a detailed summary before Chapter 1, because I suck at writing short ones.
Summary: 3 years after At World's End, Elizabeth Turner, King of all Pirates in the high seas is in a tricky situation. After being cooped up in Shipwreck Cove with duties for the last 6 months, Elizabeth is told that the notorious pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow, has lost William Turner's heart. Liz and Jack have to set out to find the heart, while Liz's confused mind sorts over her feelings for Will, and recently, Jack. Jack Sparrow's new subdued nature is puzzling everyone, Will's strange behavior bothers everyone, and there's a whole problem a-brewing. What will happen?
A/N 2.0: Ok, I suck at writing any kind of summary. Just to let everyone know, I am a complete Sparrobeth, and if it seems I am Willabething, it's just because I'm trying to be realistic. Whatever, please R&R, it's really nice when people do that. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: An Old Hiding Spot
The Black Pearl floated in the Shipwreck Cove's harbor. A light breeze lifted its sails, and it would have been a wonderful day to cruise around. But that's not what pirate ships are for, and even so, the Pearl's crew was nowhere to be found. The ship seemed deserted, and that was how Jack Sparrow preferred it.
He stood on the dock, gazing up at the Pearl, his Pearl, recently reclaimed from Hector Barbossa. Around him, people dashed back and forth, quite a few of them seeming frantic. Whispers of, "The King, the King is missing!" reached his ears, and Jack smiled. "Good old Lizzy," he muttered, sauntering up the plank to the Pearl.
He placed his hand on the mast, feeling the wood up and down, staring up through the sails and enjoying the view. When his gaze rested on the crow's nest, he was quite sure that he saw a figure up there. Curiously, he climbed up the rope ladder until he reached the top, where he emerged to see a strangely small deckhand crouched on the edge, staring out at the sea.
"Boy!" he barked. The deckhand jumped, his small hat falling off to reveal long, blonde hair. Jack smiled. "Shouldn't you be down with the rest of the crew?"
Elizabeth Turner hopped into the crow's nest, a small smile on her face. "Jack," she said. "You startled me."
"I think that was the point, luv," he said. Staring down at the bustling figure's below, he continued. "I knew I'd find you up here." He turned around. "They're all looking for you."
Elizabeth sighed. "I came up here to get away from it all," she stated. "I wish it was just like it was in the old days; Will, you, Gibbs, Cotton, and everyone else, sailing wherever we wished." She smiled ruefully. "I even miss running from the Kraken, I guess."
Jack chuckled. "You weren't the one eaten by him, Lizzy," he said. Elizabeth winced; this was an old sore spot between the two of them.
Without a word, she climbed down the ladder, Jack following behind her. They walked into the strange structure that was the Pirate Brethren's meeting spot, up a few flights of stairs, and into the almost empty meeting room.
An older man that looked strangely like Jack slouched in a chair at one of the table. "Captain Swann," he drawled. "Jackie." Jack's father was the only person that could refer to Jack with this name instead of "Captain Jack Sparrow" or even "Jack".
"Sir," Jack muttered. Elizabeth smiled nervously, sitting down in her own chair at the head of the table.
"Any news of Will?" she asked, the same question that she had asked every day.
"From all that I know, Miss Swann, Captain Turner has been sailing the high seas with his crew," Jack's father answered, the same way that he always did.
Elizabeth slumped down in her chair, her face settling into a pout. Jack sat next to her in his own chair, placing his hand on her arm. She let it sit there for a few moments between pulling her arm away and shooting Jack a look.
"It'll be alright, Lizzy," Jack said, speaking as if to a scared child. "Will's alright, just busy doing his job."
Jack's father stood up, picking up a bottle of rum. "I best be going," he muttered, sensing a moment was about to happen between his son and the Pirate King. He left the council-chamber, partially smiling as he did.
Elizabeth sat up. "I'm not sure if it's worth it, Jack," she said. "He's gone for ten years, and then there's only one day."
"More like one night," always polite Jack Sparrow muttered. Elizabeth glared at him. He knew how Elizabeth was in these moods, so it was always better to distract her, even if that meant getting her furious at him.
He adopted a different tactic. "You know, luv, there are quite nice beds on ships," he said, drawing closer to her. Elizabeth drew back, the rum-coated stench of his breath hitting her smack in the face. "The Dutchman has them, and so does the Pearl…"
This earned him a smack in the face. "You're…you're…incorrigible!" she snapped, standing up and pushing Jack away. "If you haven't remembered, I am married now. I'm not just engaged to Will, I'm married to him. I'm Mrs. Turner now!" She showed her ring to Jack as if to remind him. He didn't need reminding, but he kept his mouth shut, knowing that he had gone too far this time.
"I'm…sorry," he muttered. A strange look of sincerity gleamed in his eyes, and Elizabeth felt uncomfortable.
"I have to go," she said, standing up. She walked out of the room stiffly, and closed the door behind her.
Jack Sparrow slumped in his chair. "Now you've done it," he muttered to himself. "Now you made her really mad." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small coin, a 'piece of eight'. Elizabeth had made sure that all the pirate lords would have some recognizable sign of their station, and had coins made for all of them.
A small sparrow next to a Jolly Roger was on both sides of Jack's. He flipped the coin through his fingers, and then put it back. "Now, where's the rum gone?" he asked to the empty room. Of course, none answered. "How about Jack gets it? Why, that's a great idea!" He stalked out of the room, being careful to go outside of the opposite door that Elizabeth left through.
An hour later, he lay in the Captain's cabin of the Pearl, a rum bottle in his hand. He sang softly, a few words stumbling out of his mouth from an old pirate tune. "Yo ho…hoist da colors…" The drunken words left his mouth, words that when sang by multiple pirates would alert the Pirate Lords that trouble was in the world. Little did he know that this song would need to be sung soon.
Halfway around the world, Will Turner, captain of the Flying Dutchman, ran his sword through the chest of an innocent man. This man was just a messenger, but carrying a notice of death for Elizabeth Swann. William pulled the blade out of the dying man, and then reached down to pick up the note. On the other side of the execution order was the familiar logo of the East India Trading Company.
A/N: So, what did you all think? Good? Bad? Well, cut me some slack, people, this is my first Pirates fic. Please, please, please review, it would definitely brighten up some Thursday, and that's when I most need it, but I'll accept review on any day. See you all soon!