THE LEGEND OF DEVIL'S FORK
Synopsis: Captain Trevor Matheson, an infamous pirate captain, hold the key to a much sought after treasure. Elizabeth Turner is mourning the loss of her husband, Will--but is he really even dead? Jack Sparrow is after the treasure of Devil's Fork, but what he doesn't know is that Matheson holds the key to it. When their stories intertwine, adventure is on the way.
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC or any of it's characters. I do own Trevor, though. Ha! Take that, Disney!
Note: Hee, this looks all fancily set up. So yeah, I started a new story. Hope you like it and please leave your comments. (In other words, review!)
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I handed the kindly old man a few coins and walked on down the gangplank. I now had nothing in my possession except the clothes on my back and the map I clasped protectively in my hand.
I walked down the wooden pier, my heavy black boots clunking with every step. It was a lovely day--the sun was shining, the birds were singing and I had in my possession a map that would lead me to great riches. I continued down the pier, many people gawking at me. I was dressed in a billowing, dirty white shirt, ripped black breeches and a mid-thigh length blue coat. A wide-brimmed hat was pulled over my half braided chestnut hair which was pulled back with a ratty black bandana. Kohl thinly lined my green eyes and a few sparkling gold teeth were visible. My trusty cutlass was strapped to my side and my pistol tucked into my breeches. To any passerby it was quite obvious that I was a pirate. I ran my hand over my cutlass seductively causing many a person to quicken their step. I grinned wickedly--people scared so easily.
Not quite sure where I was going, I wandered through the muddy streets of Port Royal. I was careful to keep out of view as I didn't want to be seen--as I understood it, there was quite a hefty reward on my head. I soon found myself at the fort. It had a breathtaking view, I thought as I gazed out at the ocean. The sunrise must look beautiful from here. My eyes traveled across the battlement and fell upon a young woman. She was crying, ever so often dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. My spirits were immediately lowered at the sight of her. I hated crying women.
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Elizabeth Turner was mourning the loss of her husband. They had been married only three months and now, just last week, he had met his fate. Elizabeth was utterly distraught with the news. How could Will be dead? How could he just leave her a widow at such a young age?
Commodore Norrington had told Elizabeth that Will had fallen off the battlement and drowned. What Elizabeth found odd was that no sign of his body could be found. Nothing.
And so she was at the battlement, the sight of Will's death, crying for her loss. She did not even notice that an infamous pirate captain had joined her.
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"Ye shouldn't cry," I said casually, "Shows weakness."
The woman looked at me with daggers in her eyes. She seemed to do a double take as she saw my appearance. She squinted as she studied my face as if trying to remember where she had seen me before. "You...you're Trevor Matheson!"
"Captain Trevor Matheson," I corrected.
The woman smiled idly.
"What?"
"Nothing," she said, "You just remind me of somebody."
"Would he happen to be a dashing pirate captain?" I joked.
"Actually, yes," she replied. There was smiling wryly and seemed to have, for the moment, forgotten why she was crying, "I'm Elizabeth Turner."
The sound of running footsteps surrounded me and I felt the unmistakable feeling of a bayonet pressed against my back. It seemed the fort wasn't the best place for a pirate to hang around. Sighing, I turned around to face my captors. I was surrounded now but not panicked in the least. Countless times the Navy had tried to capture me and every time I got away. I was a master lock picker and there was no cell that could hold me.
"Well, well," an extremely snobbish man drawled, "Trevor Matheson, I presume."
I looked at him condescendingly. "You presume wrong. It's CAPTAIN Trevor Matheson," I replied with a smirk.
The man shook his head. "Groves, fetch some irons! Captain Matheson will hang tomorrow morning."
"Don't be so sure," I said with a wink.
The man--Commodore Norrington as the men called him--rolled his eyes. I held out my hands for the irons and let them clap my hands together without a fuss.
"Take her away."
~~~
The Redcoats dragged me through town mercilessly. They had a strong grip on my arms, though I'm sure I could've taken the both of them. I garnered more stares as I was pulled through town and I just smiled in response.
We went down the dank stone steps of the prison. It was cold and and very plain. Amid my numerous threats, the Redcoats stripped me of my cutlass and pistol.
"I'll castrate you in your sleep," I swore under my breath. I allowed nobody to touch my effects. The Redcoat whom I had dubbed 'Smithy' roughly pushed me towards a cell. I noted that it was not empty--a tall man was also occupying the small space.
"Looks like ye've got company," Smithy sneered to the man, "Sparrow and Matheson--never thought I'd see the day." With that, he shoved me into the cell and locked it behind me.
I grinned devilishly at his retreating form. I still had my map.
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So, d'you like it? I thought this chapter was kind of slow but it's really just the set-up to everything else. So, please review. In the next chapter there'll be more about Devil's Fork...and, of course, Jack and Trevor will meet.
Please review!
~SeaRose
Synopsis: Captain Trevor Matheson, an infamous pirate captain, hold the key to a much sought after treasure. Elizabeth Turner is mourning the loss of her husband, Will--but is he really even dead? Jack Sparrow is after the treasure of Devil's Fork, but what he doesn't know is that Matheson holds the key to it. When their stories intertwine, adventure is on the way.
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC or any of it's characters. I do own Trevor, though. Ha! Take that, Disney!
Note: Hee, this looks all fancily set up. So yeah, I started a new story. Hope you like it and please leave your comments. (In other words, review!)
* * * * *
I handed the kindly old man a few coins and walked on down the gangplank. I now had nothing in my possession except the clothes on my back and the map I clasped protectively in my hand.
I walked down the wooden pier, my heavy black boots clunking with every step. It was a lovely day--the sun was shining, the birds were singing and I had in my possession a map that would lead me to great riches. I continued down the pier, many people gawking at me. I was dressed in a billowing, dirty white shirt, ripped black breeches and a mid-thigh length blue coat. A wide-brimmed hat was pulled over my half braided chestnut hair which was pulled back with a ratty black bandana. Kohl thinly lined my green eyes and a few sparkling gold teeth were visible. My trusty cutlass was strapped to my side and my pistol tucked into my breeches. To any passerby it was quite obvious that I was a pirate. I ran my hand over my cutlass seductively causing many a person to quicken their step. I grinned wickedly--people scared so easily.
Not quite sure where I was going, I wandered through the muddy streets of Port Royal. I was careful to keep out of view as I didn't want to be seen--as I understood it, there was quite a hefty reward on my head. I soon found myself at the fort. It had a breathtaking view, I thought as I gazed out at the ocean. The sunrise must look beautiful from here. My eyes traveled across the battlement and fell upon a young woman. She was crying, ever so often dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. My spirits were immediately lowered at the sight of her. I hated crying women.
~~~
Elizabeth Turner was mourning the loss of her husband. They had been married only three months and now, just last week, he had met his fate. Elizabeth was utterly distraught with the news. How could Will be dead? How could he just leave her a widow at such a young age?
Commodore Norrington had told Elizabeth that Will had fallen off the battlement and drowned. What Elizabeth found odd was that no sign of his body could be found. Nothing.
And so she was at the battlement, the sight of Will's death, crying for her loss. She did not even notice that an infamous pirate captain had joined her.
~~~
"Ye shouldn't cry," I said casually, "Shows weakness."
The woman looked at me with daggers in her eyes. She seemed to do a double take as she saw my appearance. She squinted as she studied my face as if trying to remember where she had seen me before. "You...you're Trevor Matheson!"
"Captain Trevor Matheson," I corrected.
The woman smiled idly.
"What?"
"Nothing," she said, "You just remind me of somebody."
"Would he happen to be a dashing pirate captain?" I joked.
"Actually, yes," she replied. There was smiling wryly and seemed to have, for the moment, forgotten why she was crying, "I'm Elizabeth Turner."
The sound of running footsteps surrounded me and I felt the unmistakable feeling of a bayonet pressed against my back. It seemed the fort wasn't the best place for a pirate to hang around. Sighing, I turned around to face my captors. I was surrounded now but not panicked in the least. Countless times the Navy had tried to capture me and every time I got away. I was a master lock picker and there was no cell that could hold me.
"Well, well," an extremely snobbish man drawled, "Trevor Matheson, I presume."
I looked at him condescendingly. "You presume wrong. It's CAPTAIN Trevor Matheson," I replied with a smirk.
The man shook his head. "Groves, fetch some irons! Captain Matheson will hang tomorrow morning."
"Don't be so sure," I said with a wink.
The man--Commodore Norrington as the men called him--rolled his eyes. I held out my hands for the irons and let them clap my hands together without a fuss.
"Take her away."
~~~
The Redcoats dragged me through town mercilessly. They had a strong grip on my arms, though I'm sure I could've taken the both of them. I garnered more stares as I was pulled through town and I just smiled in response.
We went down the dank stone steps of the prison. It was cold and and very plain. Amid my numerous threats, the Redcoats stripped me of my cutlass and pistol.
"I'll castrate you in your sleep," I swore under my breath. I allowed nobody to touch my effects. The Redcoat whom I had dubbed 'Smithy' roughly pushed me towards a cell. I noted that it was not empty--a tall man was also occupying the small space.
"Looks like ye've got company," Smithy sneered to the man, "Sparrow and Matheson--never thought I'd see the day." With that, he shoved me into the cell and locked it behind me.
I grinned devilishly at his retreating form. I still had my map.
* * * * *
So, d'you like it? I thought this chapter was kind of slow but it's really just the set-up to everything else. So, please review. In the next chapter there'll be more about Devil's Fork...and, of course, Jack and Trevor will meet.
Please review!
~SeaRose