Hey, everybody! I've finally come up with a first fanfic! Whee! Even though this isn't the first story I've written, I still have some kinks to work out in my writing technique, so reviews are greatly appreciated! 3 xoxo Smidgens
A/N: I don't own POTC, sadly. That or anything belonging to Disney. (Sighs, for she doesn't own Captain Jack Sparrow or Will Turner.) I do, however, own Sabine and all the other characters I make up as the series goes along. So HA!
The silence in the Ashby residence was broken when the sound of breaking glass ripped through the air, followed by someone yelling, "It wasn't me!"
Sabine Ashby stood in one of the many sitting rooms in her house, a sword in her hand. She was standing next to a small broken window, and if one would look outside, they would see a small plaque with a sheath in which the sword used to be held on the ground beneath it.
Sabine's mother, Jane Ashby, rushed into the room, a flustered look on her face. "What have you broken now, Sabine?" She asked her daughter, a bit out of breath.
"Just the window this time, nothing much," Sabine replied, shrugging. "Why do you ask?"
Sabine watched as her mother shook her head in frustration. After a few more moments of silence, she looked up once again at her daughter.
"What is so wrong with you that you never fail to break things?" she cried in a sort of pompous way, as she watched as Sabine lost concentration on the conversation and began swinging the sword around in her hand easily. "And how did you learn to swing a sword like that?"
Sabine came back down to Earth when she heard her mother's question. She smirked slyly and replied, in a perfect British accent much unlike her usual voice, "Have you forgotten already, Mummy? I've been working for Mr. Turner, the blacksmith, and he's been giving me sword-fighting lessons on the side! Honestly Mummy, how do you forget these things?"
Mrs. Ashby made a little noise in the back of her throat, one she usually only made when she wanted to scream in frustration. This frustration was usually only caused by her rebellious daughter, who seemed the spitting image of her father. However, Mrs. Ashby would never tell her daughter much about her father, who had been dead since Sabine was a little girl. The only thing he had left behind was Sabine's unusual name, which Sabine's mother never really liked much. She had tried a million times over to convince her daughter that her name was something nicer, more refined, like Evelyn or Annabelle. However, Sabine loved her name since she was little, especially since it reminded her so much of her father.
Sabine chuckled a little as her mother practically flew out of the room, and continued to swing the sword around, eventually busting into laughter when she accidentally cut a bouquet of flowers clean in half.
Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the helm of his beloved Black Pearl, humming his favorite song lightly. He was headed for Port Royal, to see his friend Will Turner and his wife Elizabeth. It had been a while since he had been to Port Royal, actually. He hadn't really been back there since the two got married.
Docking the Pearl in the docks of Port Royal, he walked past the man running the docks, dropping the usual three shillings in his hand as he passed.
"Welcome back, Mr. Smith!" the man said enthusiastically, and Jack smirked. Some things never changed.