A/N: The female character's name really does actually exhist incase anyone
was wondering where the odd name came from. Its Hebrew for Cinnamon and I
don't know I found it earlier and just fell in love with it!! LOL and I
know this is really long but I feel good about this fic and I'm already
ready to write more! Will and Elizabeth will be incorporated with the
story by the way!
The night was the coldest she'd ever felt. Standing on the balcony connected to her room, she drew her shawl further up her shoulders as she listened to the waves crashing against the cliffs below her.
Mixed into the soft cotton waves were the howling and carrying ons of pirates. Scolding the very word within her mind she looked quickly to the flickering lighthouse as the winds tore her chocolate brown hair from her lazy bun. Quickly wishing to forget the flooding memories she shivered as noise seeped behind her.
Turning and looking at the door to her room, her stepmother stood with an annoyed face.
"What? Are you trying to grow ill you daft girl? It's best you step back inside and close those windows!" Clarissa hissed. "You're the reason why the house is so cold! Wasting the warmth to the wind," she babbled as she slammed the door behind her.
Ignoring Clarissa's hissy fit, she turned back to the cityscape of Port Royal. She'd caught word of Elizabeth Swann's wedding to the pirate William Turner. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about that match. Will was such a good man, how could he have become a pirate? What had happened on that voyage?
"Kizzy?" Came the sandpaper voice from behind her. Turning and smiling at the fifty year old man, Kizzy stepped into her room.
It was as if it was a threshold she'd crossed. The sudden rush of warmth made her woozy and caused her cheeks to flush.
"Father!" she smiled kissing his cheek. "I didn't see you on the road!" she pointed out.
"I didn't see you on the balcony. That is until I came in and heard Clarissa complaining about it," he gestured as she looked at her hands and her grin faded.
"Father, I did no harm! My door was closed! The witch is looking for excuses to taunt me!" Kizzy snapped.
Charlie sighed. "Kizzy, please, do not speak of your stepmother like that," her father wheezed.
"Why not? She treats me horribly when you're at work!"
"Kizzy."
"She does! If you'd stop thinking of how horribly wonderful she is all the time and opened your eyes-" but Kizzy was cut off. The sharp pang of her father's rough hands splintered her face.
"You are to never speak of Clarissa or I in such a disrespectful manner again or-" Charlie stopped. He wasn't sure what to say. He never knew his daughter to lie but he knew this complaint had to be false.
As Kizzy's face glew from her punishment, tears filled her eyes, she looked up at the man she thought the world of-the man she would give her life to.
Meeting his eyes she saw his anger. Feeling betrayed, angry and guilty all at the same time she pushed passed him and fled down the stairs.
"What's wrong?" she heard Clarissa behind her. "Daddy didn't take your side this once?" she cackled.
Pushing the heavy wooden door open and running toward the city lights, Kizzy ignored her father's calls to come back home.
Time flew however. Kizzy didn't know how much time had passed. But she'd ended up at the blacksmith's shop for whatever reason. Drying the tears on her face she pushed open the door. Right away Will Turner was spotted across the room, his back to her as he searched for something.
"Mr. Turner?" she cleared her throat.
Will turned and smiled. "Kizzy, we aren't strangers, you can call me Will," he chuckled his proper accent reflecting in her ears. "Your father's replacement steel handle is ready for pick up! I suppose that's why you've come?" Will walked quickly across the room.
"Sure," Kizzy lied.
Walking toward her, Will unwrapped the green and silver swirl handle. She felt as if the mere appearance of it lit the whole room. Kizzy felt a smile grow wide on her face. She felt Will watching her, studying her expression. She'd seem him do this before on other customers. It was as if he knew what they were thinking by their expressions. This fascinated her.
"Mr. Turner it's beautiful!" she gasped as she barely touched the cool metal.
"Really? You think so?" Will smiled.
Sighing with grin, Kizzy looked up at him. "I may be a woman Mr. Turner, but I do know beautiful craftsmanship when I see it!"
Will's smile left his face almost immediately as he re-covered the handle. "And I, fair Kizzy, may be a man but I know tear flushed cheeks when I see them," he said seriously, looking straight at her.
Not being able to hold his gaze, Kizzy quickly looked down almost embarrassed for coming now that she'd heard Will speak.
"You didn't come for the handle, I know," Will nodded.
"I got into an argument with my father," Kizzy said quietly. "I said he doted on Clarissa too much and that he didn't notice me any longer, and well-I don't know. It made him rather angry and me the less happier," Kizzy told Will honestly.
Will nodded as silence settled in the room. Snorting slightly Kizzy rolled her eyes. "Forgive me, Mr. Turner. I did not mean to bare all this on you." she sniffled. "I suppose there's a certain trust in your eyes," she smiled.
"No worries, Kizzy," Will smiled. "All will work themselves out. Trust me."
"I do," Kizzy grinned.
"I must return home now to my Elizabeth!" Will said excitedly. "But here," Will handed Kizzy a white rose from a bushel of now four. "For your tears, love," he smiled again, lighter this time before kissing her cheek and walking her out. "Return to me tomorrow won't you?" Will asked as he put on his jacket.
"All right," Kizzy nodded before going their separate ways.
Walking through the growing heavier night, loud laughter came from the bar she was passing. The door swung open and three men came out drunk as pigs.
"'Ello love!" one of them wobbled over to her. She recognized him right away.
"Leave me alone pirate!" she spat.
"Oh come along now love, let us have a chat then?" he laughed and followed her as she tried to ignore him.
Kizzy attempted to walk faster as the winds grew stronger. Trying to shield her face from the harsh blows, her flower flew from her fingertips. Missing when she quickly reached for it, the pirate grabbed it first.
"'Tis a pretty flower ye got here," he smelled it as the white was very distinct against his tanned skin.
Kizzy stood and stared at the pirate venomously. she hated pirates and this one was about to find out the hard way.
"Give it back then?" she asked steadily with her crisp English accent.
"Of course, love!" he smiled. Handing it toward her she reached forward only to he caught by the waist with her body crushed against his as yet another gust of wind blew.
Out of sudden panic she grabbed her flower and quickly kicked the pirate hard between the legs. Running quickly back toward the road, that lead her home, Kizzy didn't look back as the pirate fell in the unexpected events.
~
Leaning against the wall as he caught his breath, the pirate attempted to refocus on becoming a sober mind. Walking once again back down the street he'd came, a man in the shadows stopped him.
"Jack Sparrow?" the voice asked.
Looking at the darkened form he hadn't realized this was the corner he was supposed to meet the character known to him as J.S.
"In the flesh," Jack smiled.
"You know information I want," J.S. said hesitantly.
"What's init for me?" Jack asked. "'Till you tell me what I get out of this, this information is no more valuable to you than it is to the whore on that corner over there!" Jack gestured toward the woman in the light of the street lamp.
J.S. tossed a rather large money sack toward the captain. "Hm," Jack eyed the bag greedily. However if he accepted it, he was promising information to return. This information was not information he wanted to give but would. There was more behind these words than this man expected. it was all apart of the plan.
"Agreed," Jack nodded, picking up the money sack and following J.S. He left nothing short. Jack bared it all.
The night was the coldest she'd ever felt. Standing on the balcony connected to her room, she drew her shawl further up her shoulders as she listened to the waves crashing against the cliffs below her.
Mixed into the soft cotton waves were the howling and carrying ons of pirates. Scolding the very word within her mind she looked quickly to the flickering lighthouse as the winds tore her chocolate brown hair from her lazy bun. Quickly wishing to forget the flooding memories she shivered as noise seeped behind her.
Turning and looking at the door to her room, her stepmother stood with an annoyed face.
"What? Are you trying to grow ill you daft girl? It's best you step back inside and close those windows!" Clarissa hissed. "You're the reason why the house is so cold! Wasting the warmth to the wind," she babbled as she slammed the door behind her.
Ignoring Clarissa's hissy fit, she turned back to the cityscape of Port Royal. She'd caught word of Elizabeth Swann's wedding to the pirate William Turner. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about that match. Will was such a good man, how could he have become a pirate? What had happened on that voyage?
"Kizzy?" Came the sandpaper voice from behind her. Turning and smiling at the fifty year old man, Kizzy stepped into her room.
It was as if it was a threshold she'd crossed. The sudden rush of warmth made her woozy and caused her cheeks to flush.
"Father!" she smiled kissing his cheek. "I didn't see you on the road!" she pointed out.
"I didn't see you on the balcony. That is until I came in and heard Clarissa complaining about it," he gestured as she looked at her hands and her grin faded.
"Father, I did no harm! My door was closed! The witch is looking for excuses to taunt me!" Kizzy snapped.
Charlie sighed. "Kizzy, please, do not speak of your stepmother like that," her father wheezed.
"Why not? She treats me horribly when you're at work!"
"Kizzy."
"She does! If you'd stop thinking of how horribly wonderful she is all the time and opened your eyes-" but Kizzy was cut off. The sharp pang of her father's rough hands splintered her face.
"You are to never speak of Clarissa or I in such a disrespectful manner again or-" Charlie stopped. He wasn't sure what to say. He never knew his daughter to lie but he knew this complaint had to be false.
As Kizzy's face glew from her punishment, tears filled her eyes, she looked up at the man she thought the world of-the man she would give her life to.
Meeting his eyes she saw his anger. Feeling betrayed, angry and guilty all at the same time she pushed passed him and fled down the stairs.
"What's wrong?" she heard Clarissa behind her. "Daddy didn't take your side this once?" she cackled.
Pushing the heavy wooden door open and running toward the city lights, Kizzy ignored her father's calls to come back home.
Time flew however. Kizzy didn't know how much time had passed. But she'd ended up at the blacksmith's shop for whatever reason. Drying the tears on her face she pushed open the door. Right away Will Turner was spotted across the room, his back to her as he searched for something.
"Mr. Turner?" she cleared her throat.
Will turned and smiled. "Kizzy, we aren't strangers, you can call me Will," he chuckled his proper accent reflecting in her ears. "Your father's replacement steel handle is ready for pick up! I suppose that's why you've come?" Will walked quickly across the room.
"Sure," Kizzy lied.
Walking toward her, Will unwrapped the green and silver swirl handle. She felt as if the mere appearance of it lit the whole room. Kizzy felt a smile grow wide on her face. She felt Will watching her, studying her expression. She'd seem him do this before on other customers. It was as if he knew what they were thinking by their expressions. This fascinated her.
"Mr. Turner it's beautiful!" she gasped as she barely touched the cool metal.
"Really? You think so?" Will smiled.
Sighing with grin, Kizzy looked up at him. "I may be a woman Mr. Turner, but I do know beautiful craftsmanship when I see it!"
Will's smile left his face almost immediately as he re-covered the handle. "And I, fair Kizzy, may be a man but I know tear flushed cheeks when I see them," he said seriously, looking straight at her.
Not being able to hold his gaze, Kizzy quickly looked down almost embarrassed for coming now that she'd heard Will speak.
"You didn't come for the handle, I know," Will nodded.
"I got into an argument with my father," Kizzy said quietly. "I said he doted on Clarissa too much and that he didn't notice me any longer, and well-I don't know. It made him rather angry and me the less happier," Kizzy told Will honestly.
Will nodded as silence settled in the room. Snorting slightly Kizzy rolled her eyes. "Forgive me, Mr. Turner. I did not mean to bare all this on you." she sniffled. "I suppose there's a certain trust in your eyes," she smiled.
"No worries, Kizzy," Will smiled. "All will work themselves out. Trust me."
"I do," Kizzy grinned.
"I must return home now to my Elizabeth!" Will said excitedly. "But here," Will handed Kizzy a white rose from a bushel of now four. "For your tears, love," he smiled again, lighter this time before kissing her cheek and walking her out. "Return to me tomorrow won't you?" Will asked as he put on his jacket.
"All right," Kizzy nodded before going their separate ways.
Walking through the growing heavier night, loud laughter came from the bar she was passing. The door swung open and three men came out drunk as pigs.
"'Ello love!" one of them wobbled over to her. She recognized him right away.
"Leave me alone pirate!" she spat.
"Oh come along now love, let us have a chat then?" he laughed and followed her as she tried to ignore him.
Kizzy attempted to walk faster as the winds grew stronger. Trying to shield her face from the harsh blows, her flower flew from her fingertips. Missing when she quickly reached for it, the pirate grabbed it first.
"'Tis a pretty flower ye got here," he smelled it as the white was very distinct against his tanned skin.
Kizzy stood and stared at the pirate venomously. she hated pirates and this one was about to find out the hard way.
"Give it back then?" she asked steadily with her crisp English accent.
"Of course, love!" he smiled. Handing it toward her she reached forward only to he caught by the waist with her body crushed against his as yet another gust of wind blew.
Out of sudden panic she grabbed her flower and quickly kicked the pirate hard between the legs. Running quickly back toward the road, that lead her home, Kizzy didn't look back as the pirate fell in the unexpected events.
~
Leaning against the wall as he caught his breath, the pirate attempted to refocus on becoming a sober mind. Walking once again back down the street he'd came, a man in the shadows stopped him.
"Jack Sparrow?" the voice asked.
Looking at the darkened form he hadn't realized this was the corner he was supposed to meet the character known to him as J.S.
"In the flesh," Jack smiled.
"You know information I want," J.S. said hesitantly.
"What's init for me?" Jack asked. "'Till you tell me what I get out of this, this information is no more valuable to you than it is to the whore on that corner over there!" Jack gestured toward the woman in the light of the street lamp.
J.S. tossed a rather large money sack toward the captain. "Hm," Jack eyed the bag greedily. However if he accepted it, he was promising information to return. This information was not information he wanted to give but would. There was more behind these words than this man expected. it was all apart of the plan.
"Agreed," Jack nodded, picking up the money sack and following J.S. He left nothing short. Jack bared it all.