Pirates of the Caribbean: Escape from Paradise
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to the movie people and Disney and so on. But I do own Gwen Turner... I did not receive any money for the writing of this fic, it was done purely for pleasure.
Spoilers: Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl.
Rating: PG-13
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Chapter One: Female Pirate?
Water crashed relentlessly against the gunwales of the ship, splashing the sailors on deck and sending plumes of spray into the air. The Corinth was nearing Tortuga and Captain Davies was short on supplies.
"Gwen! Lower the anchor on the starboard side; we're to go ashore!"
A tanned woman in her late teens, maybe early twenties, shouted back, her response caught up in the wind, but that didn't matter because she was obviously obeying as she ran across the deck toward the starboard anchor chain.
Calling to the nearest sailor, Gwen grabbed the anchor chain and began the process of lowering it. The men she had enlisted to help her obeyed without question. When a first mate gave an order, there was no debating it.
Wiping hair from her eyes and tugging her dirty white sleeve up, Gwen waited until the task was finished before hurrying back to the Captain. "Sir, anchor's down on the starboard side, Sir. We're ready to go lower the boats, Captain."
Davies nodded, laying a hand over Gwen's shoulder and leading her toward the far rail. "You know as much as I do the risk we take putting in here. Norrington's been patrolling Tortuga more and more since Jack Sparrow escaped them in Port Royale. Now I want you to come ashore with me, it might make us a little less suspicious."
Gwen frowned. "You mean you want me to dress and act like a lady, Captain? It's been a right long time since I done anything civilized like that, Sir. Not sure I remember how!"
The Captain smiled lightly. "I remember when you was a kid, Gwen. Sitting on my lap learnin' to tie knots. If I can remember that far back, you can remember when you used to dress and act like a girl."
A small shadow crossed Gwen's face at the mention of her childhood. "Yes, Sir. I'll go find something befittin' a girl." She hurried off below deck, leaving Davies to ponder her reaction.
"Still not over Bootstraps death, I guess," he muttered.
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"Will!" A dark-haired woman peered into the blacksmith's shop, letting her eyes adjust to the dark interior. "Where are you, Will Turner! You were supposed to meet me for luncheon with my father at noon!"
From a far corner, a young man emerges holding a partially formed sword with a glowing red tip, dirt smudges all over his face. "Oh, NO!" he said. "I'm so sorry, Elizabeth! I got so caught up in making the Commodores new sword that I completely forgot the luncheon!"
He hurried toward her, fully prepared to kiss her, but she raised her hands up and took a step back. "Don't you dare touch me when you are as filthy as you are, Will! We can still make afternoon tea if you clean yourself up quickly!"
Will groaned. "Do we have to? You know how much I hate to leave work when I'm in the middle of firing a sword! And besides, afternoon tea with your father is so very boring!"
Elizabeth folded her arms across her chest and stood her ground. "You wanted to marry me, Will Turner, accept the consequences of your actions. I am the governor's daughter and you are my husband, therefore you are expected to attend luncheons and teas and even dinners in the company of my father!"
A small smile crossed the man's face. "Yes, I guess I am. Give me a moment and I will try to clean some of this ash off my face and all." That said, he disappeared into the back room of the blacksmith's shop.
Smiling, Elizabeth turned her attention to the half-finished sword Will had abandoned. It was already in the shape of a blade, the handle nearly finished but still awaiting the gold filigree inlays.
She never tired of Will's work, his swords were immaculate and perfectly balanced every time. And it always thrilled her to watch him demonstrate their fine craftsmanship. As a matter of fact, Elizabeth greatly missed the adventure she had shared with Will and Captain Jack Sparrow. Despite the fact it nearly got herself and her love killed.
"Oh how I long for some adventure," she whispered, fingering the handle of the blade in her hand.
"You do, do you?" Will said, startling her back into reality. "Well, Jack took me to a place that I will never forget. Perhaps you might want to see it. I assure you that the place will linger in your mind for all eternity!"
Elizabeth put the sword back down and turned to Will. "What is this place you speak of?"
"Tortuga."
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"Captain Sparrow! Captain! We can't go on like this, we have lost far too many men! Sir, we must recruit some more able-bodied sailors before we get too far out into the sea!" Gibbs held onto a rope to keep his balance as the ship tossed to and fro in the rough water.
A man with a mass of dark, tangled hair and a hat that looked permanently affixed to his head turned at Gibbs' words. "Yes, I had noticed. Perhaps you are right; we do seem to be a bit low on pirates."
Glancing at his old compass to be certain they were on the right course, Captain Jack Sparrow frowned. They were nearing the Isle de Paradisio, an island that was said to hold a treasure trove so rich that a man could easily live the rest of his life off a handful of what was there. He hated the idea of turned about now just to gather more crew.
Seeing the indecision in his captain's eyes, Gibbs frowned. "Sir, I know we draw close, but we won't be able to handle the Pearl in this coming storm unless we have more men. We're a league from Tortuga, let us put in there and gather men."
Letting out a deep breath, Sparrow nodded. "Right then." He spun the wheel in his hand and began to bring the ship about, turning it in the direction of the pirate haven, Tortuga.
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A/N: OKAY, THIS IS KIND OF A TRIAL RUN. I DON'T KNOW IF THERE IS ANY INTEREST IN A STORY LIKE THIS SO I FIGURED I'D POST A CHAPTER, LET PEOPLE SEE IF THEY WERE INTERESTED AND IF THEY WERE I WOULD POST MORE. (I HAVE MORE WRITTEN!)
BASICALLY, GWEN WILL TELL WILL ABOUT THEIR FATHER AND ABOUT ADVENTURES ETC...WHILE THEY SET OUT FOR PIRATE TREASURE. COURSE, THEY'LL SET OUT FOR THE SAME TREASURE AS THE PEARL DOES..HEHE...BRINGING JACK BACK INTO THE STORY. AND THEN OF COURSE THERE WILL BE DANGER AND BOOBY-TRAPS ON THE ISLAND AND PROBABLY SOME SORT OF "CURSE" TO PROTECT IT...SOMETHING THAT WOULD BE REMINISCENT OF THE MUMMY AND LITTLE MUMMIES RUNNING AROUND KILLING TRESPASSERS. (BUT NOT MUMMIES IN THIS CASE..SOMETHING ELSE...) ANY TAKERS? SHALL I CONTINUE? -gwenneth
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to the movie people and Disney and so on. But I do own Gwen Turner... I did not receive any money for the writing of this fic, it was done purely for pleasure.
Spoilers: Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl.
Rating: PG-13
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Chapter One: Female Pirate?
Water crashed relentlessly against the gunwales of the ship, splashing the sailors on deck and sending plumes of spray into the air. The Corinth was nearing Tortuga and Captain Davies was short on supplies.
"Gwen! Lower the anchor on the starboard side; we're to go ashore!"
A tanned woman in her late teens, maybe early twenties, shouted back, her response caught up in the wind, but that didn't matter because she was obviously obeying as she ran across the deck toward the starboard anchor chain.
Calling to the nearest sailor, Gwen grabbed the anchor chain and began the process of lowering it. The men she had enlisted to help her obeyed without question. When a first mate gave an order, there was no debating it.
Wiping hair from her eyes and tugging her dirty white sleeve up, Gwen waited until the task was finished before hurrying back to the Captain. "Sir, anchor's down on the starboard side, Sir. We're ready to go lower the boats, Captain."
Davies nodded, laying a hand over Gwen's shoulder and leading her toward the far rail. "You know as much as I do the risk we take putting in here. Norrington's been patrolling Tortuga more and more since Jack Sparrow escaped them in Port Royale. Now I want you to come ashore with me, it might make us a little less suspicious."
Gwen frowned. "You mean you want me to dress and act like a lady, Captain? It's been a right long time since I done anything civilized like that, Sir. Not sure I remember how!"
The Captain smiled lightly. "I remember when you was a kid, Gwen. Sitting on my lap learnin' to tie knots. If I can remember that far back, you can remember when you used to dress and act like a girl."
A small shadow crossed Gwen's face at the mention of her childhood. "Yes, Sir. I'll go find something befittin' a girl." She hurried off below deck, leaving Davies to ponder her reaction.
"Still not over Bootstraps death, I guess," he muttered.
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"Will!" A dark-haired woman peered into the blacksmith's shop, letting her eyes adjust to the dark interior. "Where are you, Will Turner! You were supposed to meet me for luncheon with my father at noon!"
From a far corner, a young man emerges holding a partially formed sword with a glowing red tip, dirt smudges all over his face. "Oh, NO!" he said. "I'm so sorry, Elizabeth! I got so caught up in making the Commodores new sword that I completely forgot the luncheon!"
He hurried toward her, fully prepared to kiss her, but she raised her hands up and took a step back. "Don't you dare touch me when you are as filthy as you are, Will! We can still make afternoon tea if you clean yourself up quickly!"
Will groaned. "Do we have to? You know how much I hate to leave work when I'm in the middle of firing a sword! And besides, afternoon tea with your father is so very boring!"
Elizabeth folded her arms across her chest and stood her ground. "You wanted to marry me, Will Turner, accept the consequences of your actions. I am the governor's daughter and you are my husband, therefore you are expected to attend luncheons and teas and even dinners in the company of my father!"
A small smile crossed the man's face. "Yes, I guess I am. Give me a moment and I will try to clean some of this ash off my face and all." That said, he disappeared into the back room of the blacksmith's shop.
Smiling, Elizabeth turned her attention to the half-finished sword Will had abandoned. It was already in the shape of a blade, the handle nearly finished but still awaiting the gold filigree inlays.
She never tired of Will's work, his swords were immaculate and perfectly balanced every time. And it always thrilled her to watch him demonstrate their fine craftsmanship. As a matter of fact, Elizabeth greatly missed the adventure she had shared with Will and Captain Jack Sparrow. Despite the fact it nearly got herself and her love killed.
"Oh how I long for some adventure," she whispered, fingering the handle of the blade in her hand.
"You do, do you?" Will said, startling her back into reality. "Well, Jack took me to a place that I will never forget. Perhaps you might want to see it. I assure you that the place will linger in your mind for all eternity!"
Elizabeth put the sword back down and turned to Will. "What is this place you speak of?"
"Tortuga."
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"Captain Sparrow! Captain! We can't go on like this, we have lost far too many men! Sir, we must recruit some more able-bodied sailors before we get too far out into the sea!" Gibbs held onto a rope to keep his balance as the ship tossed to and fro in the rough water.
A man with a mass of dark, tangled hair and a hat that looked permanently affixed to his head turned at Gibbs' words. "Yes, I had noticed. Perhaps you are right; we do seem to be a bit low on pirates."
Glancing at his old compass to be certain they were on the right course, Captain Jack Sparrow frowned. They were nearing the Isle de Paradisio, an island that was said to hold a treasure trove so rich that a man could easily live the rest of his life off a handful of what was there. He hated the idea of turned about now just to gather more crew.
Seeing the indecision in his captain's eyes, Gibbs frowned. "Sir, I know we draw close, but we won't be able to handle the Pearl in this coming storm unless we have more men. We're a league from Tortuga, let us put in there and gather men."
Letting out a deep breath, Sparrow nodded. "Right then." He spun the wheel in his hand and began to bring the ship about, turning it in the direction of the pirate haven, Tortuga.
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A/N: OKAY, THIS IS KIND OF A TRIAL RUN. I DON'T KNOW IF THERE IS ANY INTEREST IN A STORY LIKE THIS SO I FIGURED I'D POST A CHAPTER, LET PEOPLE SEE IF THEY WERE INTERESTED AND IF THEY WERE I WOULD POST MORE. (I HAVE MORE WRITTEN!)
BASICALLY, GWEN WILL TELL WILL ABOUT THEIR FATHER AND ABOUT ADVENTURES ETC...WHILE THEY SET OUT FOR PIRATE TREASURE. COURSE, THEY'LL SET OUT FOR THE SAME TREASURE AS THE PEARL DOES..HEHE...BRINGING JACK BACK INTO THE STORY. AND THEN OF COURSE THERE WILL BE DANGER AND BOOBY-TRAPS ON THE ISLAND AND PROBABLY SOME SORT OF "CURSE" TO PROTECT IT...SOMETHING THAT WOULD BE REMINISCENT OF THE MUMMY AND LITTLE MUMMIES RUNNING AROUND KILLING TRESPASSERS. (BUT NOT MUMMIES IN THIS CASE..SOMETHING ELSE...) ANY TAKERS? SHALL I CONTINUE? -gwenneth