Title- The Other Sparrow
Author- Moe
Summary- Elizabeth tragically dies when stranded on the island. Jack picks up a relative in the Virgin Islands, unaware of what his little sister would cause for Will Turner.
Disclaimer- I only own Melanie Sparrow, that's it. You should have seen me in March and what I thought Pirates of the Caribbean was going to be about, and I was really off. So there's no way I can take credit for any of that
Authors Note- This takes place after the movie. But some things are a bit different. During the huge battle in the end of the movie did happen, but Jack wasn't there, he was still on the island(so lets say Will killed Barbossa). The good guys still won the battle, recaptured the Black Pearl, and then went to find Jack. He was then Capitan.
Another Authors Note- The chapter is half present time and the rest is a flashback.
Chapter One- Bottle of Rum
Jack pressed his weight into the helm of the Black Pearl, swaying his body from side to side. Direction didn't matter, there was no plan on where they were going, the crew still recovering from very recent events. One blacksmith in particular.
" Anamaria, can you take over for a few minutes?" he quietly asked. It was only a little past dawn, a majority of those aboard were still asleep. Never the less, she yawned and nodded.
He stepped down from the platform and strolled across the deck, stepping over sleeping and snoring bodies until he reached the ship's bow. There he was, slumped against the wood, exhausted but fighting to stay awake.
" Hey Will" Jack sat down opposite of him, " you should really get some sleep".
" I'm not telling" Will obviously lied.
Jack fiddled with a piece of his hair, " I want you to know, I-I tried everything to save her, but I couldn't even see her. Even after the storm, it was impossible".
" It's alright" he said, " I know you did, and I can't thank you enough".
" Don't worry about it. I really wish I could say something, anything" the situation they were in along with the feeling in the pit of his stomach were very foreign to him.
Will sighed, " I wish there was something I could do".
Jack reached behind him, retrieving the small liquor canteen that belonged to Gibbs from the waistband of his pants and handed it to him, " it'll help for a few hours....she loved you Will, if that's any ease, she really did".
" Thanks Jack".
" Drink that" he stood up, " and get some sleep" being around Will wouldn't do good. Jack didn't know what to say and he had a better chance of making things worse before he made them better. Will wanted to be alone, and he had to respect that.
It had been two nights since Elizabeth Swann died. Capitan Barbossa had stranded both her and Jack on a lonely island, his second visit. He wasn't sure if they could get off the island as easy as they got on, but he was going to try.
The two split up at dusk to search and gather firewood that would last through the night, both were a bit tipsy from the excessive amount of rum. Jack had traveled towards the center of the island, and could no longer see the campfire once catching eye of a strike of lightening and hearing the echo from crashing thunder. Immediately, he began to run back.
But Elizabeth wasn't in sight, and the tropical storm was rapidly approaching . Surely, she had to have heard the crashing thunder, a man who was deaf could have.
Jack ran along the shoreline, calling her name. Every five feet or so, he'd have to move away from the extending tide. Not far from the sire, he spotted her, recognizing the dress, and she was on the rocks. As he came closer, he saw her stumbling, trying to keep her bare feet sturdy on the rough surface. Whenever a wave were to hit, the tide would splash at her waist, making her balance more uneven then it already was.
" Elizabeth, get back here!" Jack remained with his feet in the sand, leaning over the rocks to try and reach her ankle or any body part to pull her back.
" No!" she snapped, lifting her foot out of his reach, " no, I have to get the medallion!".
' What on Earth?' he thought, " Barbossa has the medallion!" the raging storm made yelling necessary, " come on, there's a storm coming!".
But she still refused. Curing aloud, Jack climbed onto the rock behind her, rum finally taking its toll. His arm was merely an inch from the back of her dress, when an unexpected tide landed over a large rock, the one she was standing on. He heard her scream, but the water hid her from him. Once the wave pulled back, she was gone.
Jack continued inching around the rocks, calling, no, screaming her name. Over and over, until his throat was raw and soar. She wasn't there, or if she was, he'd have a better chance swimming to the Black Pearl than he did finding her. The only thing he could do was wait until the storm would subside. He remained in the same place until morning, when the ocean was dead calm.
He must have swam in a three mile radius twice around the island. Whether it was lagoons, beaches, or the ocean floor. Nothing, no one. The rough waters must have dragged her out to sea once she had fallen in. There was no possibility that Elizabeth was still alive.
The mystery of the medallion Elizabeth claimed she was looking for haunted Jack's mind until he was rescued. Anamaria, Gibbs, and Will, along with the rest of the ' able bodied crew' appeared along the horizon nearly twelve hours after he ended the search, aboard the Black Pearl of all places.
They all knew Elizabeth had been stranded with him, they watched her swim to the island with Jack. They all knew what must of happened, though not down to every precise detail. He will never forget the look on Will's face.
Author- Moe
Summary- Elizabeth tragically dies when stranded on the island. Jack picks up a relative in the Virgin Islands, unaware of what his little sister would cause for Will Turner.
Disclaimer- I only own Melanie Sparrow, that's it. You should have seen me in March and what I thought Pirates of the Caribbean was going to be about, and I was really off. So there's no way I can take credit for any of that
Authors Note- This takes place after the movie. But some things are a bit different. During the huge battle in the end of the movie did happen, but Jack wasn't there, he was still on the island(so lets say Will killed Barbossa). The good guys still won the battle, recaptured the Black Pearl, and then went to find Jack. He was then Capitan.
Another Authors Note- The chapter is half present time and the rest is a flashback.
Chapter One- Bottle of Rum
Jack pressed his weight into the helm of the Black Pearl, swaying his body from side to side. Direction didn't matter, there was no plan on where they were going, the crew still recovering from very recent events. One blacksmith in particular.
" Anamaria, can you take over for a few minutes?" he quietly asked. It was only a little past dawn, a majority of those aboard were still asleep. Never the less, she yawned and nodded.
He stepped down from the platform and strolled across the deck, stepping over sleeping and snoring bodies until he reached the ship's bow. There he was, slumped against the wood, exhausted but fighting to stay awake.
" Hey Will" Jack sat down opposite of him, " you should really get some sleep".
" I'm not telling" Will obviously lied.
Jack fiddled with a piece of his hair, " I want you to know, I-I tried everything to save her, but I couldn't even see her. Even after the storm, it was impossible".
" It's alright" he said, " I know you did, and I can't thank you enough".
" Don't worry about it. I really wish I could say something, anything" the situation they were in along with the feeling in the pit of his stomach were very foreign to him.
Will sighed, " I wish there was something I could do".
Jack reached behind him, retrieving the small liquor canteen that belonged to Gibbs from the waistband of his pants and handed it to him, " it'll help for a few hours....she loved you Will, if that's any ease, she really did".
" Thanks Jack".
" Drink that" he stood up, " and get some sleep" being around Will wouldn't do good. Jack didn't know what to say and he had a better chance of making things worse before he made them better. Will wanted to be alone, and he had to respect that.
It had been two nights since Elizabeth Swann died. Capitan Barbossa had stranded both her and Jack on a lonely island, his second visit. He wasn't sure if they could get off the island as easy as they got on, but he was going to try.
The two split up at dusk to search and gather firewood that would last through the night, both were a bit tipsy from the excessive amount of rum. Jack had traveled towards the center of the island, and could no longer see the campfire once catching eye of a strike of lightening and hearing the echo from crashing thunder. Immediately, he began to run back.
But Elizabeth wasn't in sight, and the tropical storm was rapidly approaching . Surely, she had to have heard the crashing thunder, a man who was deaf could have.
Jack ran along the shoreline, calling her name. Every five feet or so, he'd have to move away from the extending tide. Not far from the sire, he spotted her, recognizing the dress, and she was on the rocks. As he came closer, he saw her stumbling, trying to keep her bare feet sturdy on the rough surface. Whenever a wave were to hit, the tide would splash at her waist, making her balance more uneven then it already was.
" Elizabeth, get back here!" Jack remained with his feet in the sand, leaning over the rocks to try and reach her ankle or any body part to pull her back.
" No!" she snapped, lifting her foot out of his reach, " no, I have to get the medallion!".
' What on Earth?' he thought, " Barbossa has the medallion!" the raging storm made yelling necessary, " come on, there's a storm coming!".
But she still refused. Curing aloud, Jack climbed onto the rock behind her, rum finally taking its toll. His arm was merely an inch from the back of her dress, when an unexpected tide landed over a large rock, the one she was standing on. He heard her scream, but the water hid her from him. Once the wave pulled back, she was gone.
Jack continued inching around the rocks, calling, no, screaming her name. Over and over, until his throat was raw and soar. She wasn't there, or if she was, he'd have a better chance swimming to the Black Pearl than he did finding her. The only thing he could do was wait until the storm would subside. He remained in the same place until morning, when the ocean was dead calm.
He must have swam in a three mile radius twice around the island. Whether it was lagoons, beaches, or the ocean floor. Nothing, no one. The rough waters must have dragged her out to sea once she had fallen in. There was no possibility that Elizabeth was still alive.
The mystery of the medallion Elizabeth claimed she was looking for haunted Jack's mind until he was rescued. Anamaria, Gibbs, and Will, along with the rest of the ' able bodied crew' appeared along the horizon nearly twelve hours after he ended the search, aboard the Black Pearl of all places.
They all knew Elizabeth had been stranded with him, they watched her swim to the island with Jack. They all knew what must of happened, though not down to every precise detail. He will never forget the look on Will's face.