Pirates Of The Caribbean(My Version)
Summary: It's got all of the original characters, except for governer
Swannn, cause he doesn't exist and there are some new ones. Goes along
mostly with the movie's plot, but there are some major changes.
Disclaimer: I own no one but the people that were not in the movie, so don't even think about sueing me!
Couples: Will&Elizabeth, Jack&AnaMarie, OC&OC
Chapter 1: A Pirate's Life For Me
Elizabeth Sparrow watched the sun set on the horizen. The sky turned to various shades of oranges, pinks and yellows. The soft sea breeze caressed her face and brushed stray tendrils of her auburn hair off her face.
The fading light glittered on the hilt of the sord in her hand and the blade gleamed furiously, almost blinding her eyes. It was impeccably made, the one object in her possession that she prided herself on. It's weight was light and familiar in her grip.
"The Diamond Cutter" swayed with the gentle waves, but mostly the sea was as smooth as glass, only a few waves about. Elizabeth found her balence was easy to maintian.
She lifted the sword up and spun it in her grasp. The blade hummed with surpressed energy, as it sliced through the thin air. Elizabeth moved into the simple art of fencing. Soon, it was as if she were fencing with an invisible partner. If you listened hard enough, you could almost hear the clang of metal on metal. It was picture of beauty to see.
Elizabeth breathed with each stroke, her muscles easily moved into the familiar rhythm, never missing a beat. Years of practice kept her in shape and she needed that out here. On the seas with the pirates. There was always the chance of being attacked, always.
CLANG! Elizabeth's sword connected with something, metal on metal. The blade had clashed with that of another and the person on the end of its hilt was none other than Captain Jack Sparrow.
"You're looking good, Ducks." He complimented, as she pulled her sword back, as well as a step back. They began to circle on another.
"Why thank you, Brother." She lunged forward and they met, blade for blade. They loud clang caused some of the crew members to stop what they were doing and look up.
Elizabeth uttered a soft cry and they went into a sparring match. Every steps was fluid and graceful on her part. It was practiced and poised. Her lower arms absorbed the shock of the clash of the swords.
Jack's steps, however, were sporatic and almost drunken, as if he had had a little too much rum before he came out to fight. Yet, each movement was sure and confident. Both of them alternating from offensive to defense mode with a simple flick of the wrist.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! The blades hissed as they rubbed against each other, drawing back. They fought for another two mintues, just enjoying the vibration coming from their hilts.
"Alright!" Jack held his hands up in defeat. "I need some rum and to take hold of me ship again. How 'bout a draw dear sister?"
"Sounds fine." She agreed, pulling her sword back and replacing it in its scabbard. She was panting lightly from the workout, but that was it.
Jack stumbled up the stairs to the top deck and began to bark orders. He ambled much like a zombie, but that was just the way he was. His attitude was all carefree and a bit drunken, but Elizabeth loved him anyway. He was the only family, besides the crew, that she had left.
Will Turner rotated the hilt of his latest creation in his grasp. It was light and rather easy to handle. This one had been made special for the Commodore himself and Will had immediately set out to do his best work and it seems he had achieved it. This sword was far greater than any of his others.
Thomas Brown snorted in his drunken slumber from the corner. Will rolled his eyes and sighed. It was such a waste. Brown got all of the compliments for HIS work. All Brown did was sit there and sleep after drinking too much. Just once Will wanted a real adventure, where he'd be recognized for his talents.
The chiming of the church bell signalling six o'clock shook Will from his daydreams. Tucking the medallion, his father had sent to him, beneath the folds of his shirt, he placed the mightly swords in its scabbard, but not before retrieving his own and securing it at his hip. He made sure his hair was smoothed back, before leaving the shop and crossing the street.
Commodore Norrington didn't live too far from the shop, so it wasn't like he had to walk too far, but he still got to take in the sights of Port Royale at night. He sighed, as he watched couples go by hand in hand. He'd like to have that in his life too, but the shop didn't leave him much time to develope a social life, much less meet a girl.
"Hello Mr. Turner." The Doorman greeted him kindly. "How are you this fine evening?"
"Never better and yourself?" Will smiled at the Doorman, he was nothing but kind, to nayone or anything that approached this house.
"I'm doing just fine, thank you. The Commodore is expecting you." He opened the doors to allow Will entrance. The halls were vast, but Will knew where he needed to go. The Commodore's private study wasn't too far from the entrance.
"Aah, Mr. Turner, I've been expecting you." The Commodore stood from his desk, smiling kindly.
Will couldn't help, but smile in return. This was the man who had rescued him and found him a home. "I brought you that sword you wanted." He held it out to the Commodore.
The Commodore inspected it. "It's a magnificnet piece of work. My compliments to your Master."
Will felt his face drop, but didn't let that show in his voice. "May I?" He held his hand out and the Commodore handed it to him. He balanced the sword on his fingers, just in front of the hilt. "As you can see, it is perfectly balanced. the tang is just the width of the blade." The expert swordsmanship, he flipped the sword up, causing the Commodore to jump back and Will caught it deftly, handing the sword back to the Commodore, hilt first.
"Impressive." The Commodore smiled in delight. "Picked up a few swordsman tricks?"
"Just a few." Will answered, smiling to himself inwardly. "I'd best be going now."
"Good evening, Turner!" The Commodore called after him cheerfully. "I'll see you soon."
Will shoved his hands in his pockets, watching the setting sun on the horizen. The Horizen, it always seemed so damn near impossible to reach. It was on the horizen, where his dreams of adventure seemed to settle.
It was then that he saw a speck on the horizen, really far off. He smiled to himself. 'Keep on dreaming for it, Turner!' He shook his head and made his way back to the blacksmith's shop, afterall, he did have to close up.
Disclaimer: I own no one but the people that were not in the movie, so don't even think about sueing me!
Couples: Will&Elizabeth, Jack&AnaMarie, OC&OC
Chapter 1: A Pirate's Life For Me
Elizabeth Sparrow watched the sun set on the horizen. The sky turned to various shades of oranges, pinks and yellows. The soft sea breeze caressed her face and brushed stray tendrils of her auburn hair off her face.
The fading light glittered on the hilt of the sord in her hand and the blade gleamed furiously, almost blinding her eyes. It was impeccably made, the one object in her possession that she prided herself on. It's weight was light and familiar in her grip.
"The Diamond Cutter" swayed with the gentle waves, but mostly the sea was as smooth as glass, only a few waves about. Elizabeth found her balence was easy to maintian.
She lifted the sword up and spun it in her grasp. The blade hummed with surpressed energy, as it sliced through the thin air. Elizabeth moved into the simple art of fencing. Soon, it was as if she were fencing with an invisible partner. If you listened hard enough, you could almost hear the clang of metal on metal. It was picture of beauty to see.
Elizabeth breathed with each stroke, her muscles easily moved into the familiar rhythm, never missing a beat. Years of practice kept her in shape and she needed that out here. On the seas with the pirates. There was always the chance of being attacked, always.
CLANG! Elizabeth's sword connected with something, metal on metal. The blade had clashed with that of another and the person on the end of its hilt was none other than Captain Jack Sparrow.
"You're looking good, Ducks." He complimented, as she pulled her sword back, as well as a step back. They began to circle on another.
"Why thank you, Brother." She lunged forward and they met, blade for blade. They loud clang caused some of the crew members to stop what they were doing and look up.
Elizabeth uttered a soft cry and they went into a sparring match. Every steps was fluid and graceful on her part. It was practiced and poised. Her lower arms absorbed the shock of the clash of the swords.
Jack's steps, however, were sporatic and almost drunken, as if he had had a little too much rum before he came out to fight. Yet, each movement was sure and confident. Both of them alternating from offensive to defense mode with a simple flick of the wrist.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! The blades hissed as they rubbed against each other, drawing back. They fought for another two mintues, just enjoying the vibration coming from their hilts.
"Alright!" Jack held his hands up in defeat. "I need some rum and to take hold of me ship again. How 'bout a draw dear sister?"
"Sounds fine." She agreed, pulling her sword back and replacing it in its scabbard. She was panting lightly from the workout, but that was it.
Jack stumbled up the stairs to the top deck and began to bark orders. He ambled much like a zombie, but that was just the way he was. His attitude was all carefree and a bit drunken, but Elizabeth loved him anyway. He was the only family, besides the crew, that she had left.
Will Turner rotated the hilt of his latest creation in his grasp. It was light and rather easy to handle. This one had been made special for the Commodore himself and Will had immediately set out to do his best work and it seems he had achieved it. This sword was far greater than any of his others.
Thomas Brown snorted in his drunken slumber from the corner. Will rolled his eyes and sighed. It was such a waste. Brown got all of the compliments for HIS work. All Brown did was sit there and sleep after drinking too much. Just once Will wanted a real adventure, where he'd be recognized for his talents.
The chiming of the church bell signalling six o'clock shook Will from his daydreams. Tucking the medallion, his father had sent to him, beneath the folds of his shirt, he placed the mightly swords in its scabbard, but not before retrieving his own and securing it at his hip. He made sure his hair was smoothed back, before leaving the shop and crossing the street.
Commodore Norrington didn't live too far from the shop, so it wasn't like he had to walk too far, but he still got to take in the sights of Port Royale at night. He sighed, as he watched couples go by hand in hand. He'd like to have that in his life too, but the shop didn't leave him much time to develope a social life, much less meet a girl.
"Hello Mr. Turner." The Doorman greeted him kindly. "How are you this fine evening?"
"Never better and yourself?" Will smiled at the Doorman, he was nothing but kind, to nayone or anything that approached this house.
"I'm doing just fine, thank you. The Commodore is expecting you." He opened the doors to allow Will entrance. The halls were vast, but Will knew where he needed to go. The Commodore's private study wasn't too far from the entrance.
"Aah, Mr. Turner, I've been expecting you." The Commodore stood from his desk, smiling kindly.
Will couldn't help, but smile in return. This was the man who had rescued him and found him a home. "I brought you that sword you wanted." He held it out to the Commodore.
The Commodore inspected it. "It's a magnificnet piece of work. My compliments to your Master."
Will felt his face drop, but didn't let that show in his voice. "May I?" He held his hand out and the Commodore handed it to him. He balanced the sword on his fingers, just in front of the hilt. "As you can see, it is perfectly balanced. the tang is just the width of the blade." The expert swordsmanship, he flipped the sword up, causing the Commodore to jump back and Will caught it deftly, handing the sword back to the Commodore, hilt first.
"Impressive." The Commodore smiled in delight. "Picked up a few swordsman tricks?"
"Just a few." Will answered, smiling to himself inwardly. "I'd best be going now."
"Good evening, Turner!" The Commodore called after him cheerfully. "I'll see you soon."
Will shoved his hands in his pockets, watching the setting sun on the horizen. The Horizen, it always seemed so damn near impossible to reach. It was on the horizen, where his dreams of adventure seemed to settle.
It was then that he saw a speck on the horizen, really far off. He smiled to himself. 'Keep on dreaming for it, Turner!' He shook his head and made his way back to the blacksmith's shop, afterall, he did have to close up.