Pirates of the Caribbean: The Aztec's Retribution
Disclaimers:
We don't own the Pirates of the Caribbean: the curse of the black pearl, because it hasn't come out on DVD yet. We aren't profiting off this story either: if we were, that would be illegal and we wouldn't want to do anything illegal now, would we?
***A Sukkumbus Mika(2) Joint (effort)***
Together we make! Failed Paradise . . . awwww . . .
A note (well, technically some): there are absolutely no Mary Sue-isms in here. The women are realistic for their time, or as realistic as we've damn well made them, lol. Jack has not been cleaned up nor will he be – the dirtier the better, I say. Gods, whoever wants to clean him up completely takes away from precisely why he's so sexy . . . then again, I'm a very strange girl, and so is Mika, lol. We're working very hard on this story and (like any of my other works, and I have a feeling Mika's as well) is like nothing else around. I COULD be wrong, I'm generalising, but I do hope you guys enjoy. Because we're having a blast writing it (except for the pains in my hands now because I have all sorts of problems from typing too much :P oopsie) and I hope everyone has a blast reading it.
Toods, Suk
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Prologue:
The sea met fiercely with the rocks, sending salt spray on the two girls, dangling their legs over the rough edges. They knew it wasn't proper, but it felt so nice against their bare skin, skin that was ghastly pale, almost never met by the sun's gaze. It was a treat to be able to feel the elements crashing against them, like it was with the boulders. There were birds in the air, mostly seagulls, as it was at every port, every shoreline around the world – or known world. They sat in silence, listening to the call of the airborne creatures, feeling the water misting against their legs, not wanting to breach this perfection with simple, foolish words.
But it had to be done.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Jennifer looked at Rachelle, eyes firm, expression resolute. This was odd for a girl her age, but she was determined and nothing would stand in her way. Determination, again, odd for her age. However, she knew enough to not let this happen to her.
"Yes."
"Betrothal is not so bad – he is a fine young gentleman."
"He is ten years older than me! He is eighteen!"
Rachelle worried her lip, knowing her friend had a point. Would she really want to be matched to a man who seemed so much older than herself? The answer was simple enough: no.
"But do you really believe that running away on a merchant's vessel is the answer?"
Kicking her feet in quiet speculation, Jennifer thought for a moment. She nodded slowly, her mind made up.
"Yes."
"Your father will beat you if you are caught, you know this."
At these words the young girl seemed to scowl. "My father would beat me even if I did not try to escape." A few pebbles were thrown into the frothy waves breaking beneath them.
"You might get hurt!"
"That," Jennifer said slowly, "is a chance I am more than willing to take."
Slightly disheartened Rachelle murmured, "But we will never see each other again."
"Never say never," she responded with a little smile. "You can come with me."
"What?" A grin lightened up Rachelle's face for a moment at the thought of running off with her best friend, to a life of adventure . . . "Perhaps I cou –"
"Rachelle Annabelle!"
Both girls turned their heads to look in the direction of the shouting. Rachelle got up unhappily and cast her friend a look.
"I have to go," she stated simply, gathering her skirts to run up to her father.
Jennifer just nodded and continued to throw pebbles. "Then go."
"Are you still going to . . ." she trailed off, looking from the Heartwell manor to her friend and back again. Her father had come to pick her up; this was her only chance to leave, to stay friends with Jennifer.
"Yes." She picked at the lint on her skirts and dropped it down with the pebbles after rolling it between her fingers.
Rachelle stared at her friend, still debating this flight in her mind. A life of adventure: why, they only read about it in books! It would certainly relieve the monotony of daily life.
"Jennifer, I think –"
"Rachelle Annabelle Clairington!"
"I cannot!" she said in a slightly panicked voice, skirts rising higher in preparation to run, and run fast. Her eyes, however, betrayed her true emotions. Jennifer could tell that her offer was tempting, although not quite plausible. At least for her friend.
She dragged herself up off the rough, grey rocks and stood before Rachelle.
"I will miss you," she said softly, trying not to cry. Tears shone in her eyes then broke and rolled down her pale cheeks. Gathering her friend in a hug she begged, "Never forget me."
Rachelle giggled through her tears, choking on them. "Never say never."
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I know it's nothing yet, but this is important to the story, which you will figure out . . .
Sukkumbus
