Okay, guys. I just thought this up out of a slightly nutso mind after seeing the third movie. Please leave a review and tell me if it is good or not. Merci!
A lone boat drifted on an empty sea. No light was lit to guide the way of the two passengers, both female. One was elderly and rebellious, although her spunkiness was starting to fail her at times. The other was younger, fierier, and looked only partially like the woman beside her in the catboat. Both wore loose shirts, loose pants, leather boots, and a belt cinched tight across their waists, although there were a few exceptions. The older woman was unarmed, and wore gray hair half-loose on her shoulders. The girl had a sword belted to her waist, and wore dark curls tied up and tucked under a tricorn hat, which she kept pulling surreptitiously lower over her face.
Of a sudden, the girl (who was the only one truly watching) jumped at the sight of a large ship that had emerged from the water close by, not noticing she was there. In the barest of whispers, she observed, "The Flying Dutchman. Just like you said it, Mum." As the words slipped out of her mouth, she seemed to realize something. "Oh, dn, the Flying Dutchman." A very soft groan escaped her lips, as she hauled herself up reluctantly. "Here goes nothing, Mum. This better be worth that bribe you gave me."
With that, slightly unsteadily at first, she began to sing.
"The king and his men stole the queen from her bed,
And bound her in her bones.
The seas be ours, and by the powers,
Where we will, we'll roam."
As she began the second verse, a man's voice joined hers from somewhere on the ship.
"Yo, ho, all together,
Hoist the colors high.
Heave, ho, thieves and beggars,
Never shall we die."
She cut her final note short and tilted her head up to the deck of the Dutchman. True to the singing voice, a young-looking man leaned against the rail. In a voice that carried, she finished her message. "I'm looking for Captain Turner of the Flying Dutchman. You him?"
The man seemed a bit taken aback at her quiet, albeit straightforward, question. "That I am. Why were you looking?"
"Someone needed a bit of help with their final request, and I got the job." There was a trace of amusement in her voice, as if she was the only one who either applied or was considered. She turned to the bow. "Up you get."
The man's voice caught as the figure stood. "Elizabeth?!"
The new figure gasped. "Will!" as soon as the word left her mouth, she darted towards some ladder rungs on the side of the Dutchman, only to be caught by the shoulder by the first speaker.
"Oh, no, you don't. You may have managed it a couple of years ago, but sheer will won't get you up there, if you'll pardon the pun. You'd fall off and die, and I know you wanted to save dying until after you saw him. Here." The speaker wound Elizabeth's arms around her neck, and held her close with an arm about the waist. Even in the dark, Will could see powerful legs bending and tensing, ready to spring.
When the figure did spring though, Will couldn't help but be surprised. One jump, one jump was all it took for the figure to reach the ship's rail. She grabbed the rail with her free hand and swung over, to land on her feet. As soon as Elizabeth was standing, though, the girl pulled the hat low over her face again. Will and Elizabeth, however, were a tad too… busy… to notice. Their little 'reunion smooch-fest', however, was interrupted about a minute later by a sound halfway between a gag and a scoff, followed by comments.
"This is about as lovely as colts frisking in the spring rain." The girl sounded faintly disgusted, amused, and sarcastic all at once. "The money you fronted me, Mrs. Turner, does not cover this. I am so out of here."
Just as she was about to swing back over the rail to her little boat, Will's voice cut the air. "Wait! Who are you?"
The girl let out a small chuckle. "I should have known it would come to this," she murmured. Then she silenced her self, leaned on the rail, and gazed down at the boat below. After a time, she raised her head, and started to sing, again, causing a bit of frustration on the part of Will.
"The king and his men stole the queen from her bed,
And bound her in her bones.
The seas be ours, and by the powers,
Where we will, we'll roam."
She took off her hat now, although her back was still to the pair.
"Yo, ho, all together,"
She was undoing the tie that kept her hair back by now, allowing it to hang loose down her back.
"Hoist the colors high."
Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to turn and face the pair.
"Heave, ho, thieves and beggars,"
Now fully facing the Turners, she sang the last line with a smirk on her face.
"Never shall we die."
Will gaped, as he had every right to. Seeing the girl's face explained everything.
She was, in a nutshell, his daughter.
The black curls were definitely his, as was the face structure, while the features of the face themselves came obviously from Elizabeth. She had walked with a bit of a swagger that, he swore, was how he had walked the last time he had set foot on land. Of course, the stubbornness and daring shown when she had scooped up his wife and leapt came from said wife.
She shot one last smirk over her shoulder as she swung over the ship's rail and dropped several feet into her tiny catboat. There she bustled about, securing lines and sheets, sails and the rudder, almost waiting for her father to get over the shock and ask her another question. She wasn't disappointed.
Just as she had secured her last line, he leaned out over the rail and called, "Name! What's your name?"
She just smiled, and began to put her hair up. "Calypso."
"What?!" She had caught him by surprise.
Finished with her hair, her grin widened. "Calypso Turner."
With those two words, as well as a half-seen motion from Calypso, the sea rose on either side of the boat and swamped it, carrying it under as it did the Flying Dutchman. Will turned, somewhat alarmed, to Elizabeth, only to meet an amused expression.
"Oh, come on. The daughter of both the Captain of the Flying Dutchman and the Pirate King has to be somewhat unusual."
So, tell me! Was it good, was it bad, got any advice? I typed this up in a couple minutes, so it's probably not very good… Whatever, just review!
