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A.N: Okie Dokie, well i decided to post chapter two. I was going to take it off because i didn't get that much feedback BUT my friend told me that i shouldn't that it was only the first chapter and people can't really get the perspective of it, in one chapter. So i listened to him, 'cause he's usually right. And well here you go...
8 year's later.
Riku gently knocked on the governor's door, flicking a wild piece of silver hair back. He was nervous; if there was anything he was sure of, it was that. He had been to the governor's house once or twice before, and every time he came he felt like he was going to pass out. He didn't care much of what Governor Swan thought of him, or any of his high class friends. But there was a particular member of the Swan family whose opinion he did value. And that person was the most beaut--
It didn't really matter, either way. He wasn't here to see that person, he was here to deliver a sword to Governor Swan. A sword which was to be given to the new commodore, Leon. It was supposed to be a gift from him to the governor, he guessed. Not that it mattered to him, his only job was to get it done, and get it done well. And if he were to be truthful, he had never been given such an important assignment before. He couldn't help but think that maybe they wouldn't like it. Not that it would bring him down or anything; he could care less what anyone thought of his work. He knew it was good, and he knew he was good at what he did.
Even if he never got the credit for it.
For some it was an honor, a privilege even, to have made a sword for the commodore himself. And not only that, but to get the honor to deliver it to the governor's house personally. To him, again, he could care less. He loved what he did, and he didn't do it for the money, or the acknowledgement. He did it 'cause he loved it, and that was that.
He wasn't going to go into depression if they didn't like it. And he wasn't going to form a sob story for himself either, that wouldn't get him anywhere.
For some people getting this 'privilege' was a dream come true, but not to him. Even if he was just a lowly blacksmith.
All he could do was hope that this sword that he held in his hands, all wrapped up and ready for its next owner, was going to prove that being a blacksmith was so much more than just a lowly amateur job. It was going to prove that it was an art. Something that you have to respect and honor, just as you do other artists.
Because even though some find it difficult to believe, the job of a blacksmith was just as hard and important as sculpting, if not more difficult and prideful. With sculpting you could sculpt a big fat fish, and everyone would praise it just because you could. But with sword making it was a strategy; you always want to get the correct type, weight, and size of the sword for that particular person. It wasn't as easy as everyone thought.
And when it came down to criticizing time, people tended to want the perfect sword, while with sculpting they just nodded and smiled in acceptance because it was just that. It could never be used in the heat of battle, and it could never serve a purpose except that of decorating.
He had worked on Commodore Leon's sword for months, trying to make the perfect sword. And it was anything but a breeze.
There were lack of words in the British dictionary to explain how… hard he had worked on this single sword. Hours upon hours of sweating, pain, and hunger to get this sword to be the best he had ever made. And it wasn't like old Mr. Brown was going to help.
He was always a bit too busy, getting drunk and falling asleep in random places. The man could have been a pirate, if he wasn't so deathly afraid of the sea.
All in all though he could admit, he was excited to know if they would love it as much as he did. Though he would never admit it aloud.
But if he was to be completely and absolutely truthful, the reason he was excited was hardly because of the governor's reaction to the sword, or even because he was in the governor's house. The reason he was excited was far more valuable, dare he say. It was not a thing, but a person.
He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the locks being opened on the other side. And he waited patiently as the door opened and the old man who opened the door ushered him in. He smiled and nodded at the old man. He did this a lot, had to. In Port Royal manners counted; if you didn't have manners you were not welcomed. You were considered one shot short of a pirate.
The man wore a butler's uniform, with lots of creases and wrinkles, though he didn't seem to mind one bit. He smiled back in a 'I have to be friendly' way, and stepped aside, his white hair, or maybe it was a wig, bouncing as he walked.
"I'll go get the governor, please stay here," the old man said, his accent thick and heavy. Riku just simply nodded.
And he watched the old man walk away, up the stairs. The mansion was beautiful, that he had to admit. It was decorated all in wood, with gold and silver decorations here and there, and overall a typical noble's caught his attention was a gold candelabra with about 6 or 7 candles that was hanging on the wall. And, well, he had always been told he was curious, so he let his hand lightly touch it, shivering as the cold hit his fingertips. He grabbed one of the handles it had firmly and tugged, wondering if it was as sturdy as it looked. And well… Apparently not, because as soon as he tugged the dang thing broke off.
Well, for being in such an expensive house it certainly was cheap. God, what was he going to do now? Well he certainly didn't feel like getting in trouble, so he did the first thing that came to mind: he threw the broken piece in the basket below. It was holding umbrellas, but he didn't think anyone would notice. And if they did, they wouldn't blame it on the kid that was there for less than 5 minutes.
He snickered; he was bad, and yeah he loved it.
"Ah, Mr. Turner." Shit! He almost jumped out of his shoes as he heard the Governor call out to him. He composed himself and turned around, smiling that fake smile that said 'I'm a good respectable kid'. Yeah right. "Good to see you again," the Governor commented. He probably wasn't, but that didn't affect him.
So he just smiled. "Good day, sir." He laid the box in which the sword was in on the dark wooden table that was there. "I have your order, sir."
He opened it, revealing a black and silver sword with a leather gold handle. The Sword itself was beautiful, but the style was, well, magnificent, if he did say so himself.
He took it out of the box, handling it gently, and handed it to the governor with a small bow. He watched as the governor looked it over, an impressed look in his eyes.
"The blade is folded steel, and that's gold engraved into the handle," Riku explained. "If I may," Riku asked, laying his hand out expectantly. The governor simple nodded. Riku balanced it on his fingertips, showing him how perfectly balanced it was. "The tang is nearly the full width of the blade."
"Impressive, very impressive," the governor answered, his eyes glittering. "Commodore Leon is going to be very pleased with this. "
Riku couldn't help but smile, he knew his work was good. But being told it was always made his heart flutter a bit.
"Do give my compliments to your master." As the words left the Governor's mouth Riku's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered. He got this a lot; he was used to it, all the credit going to Mr. Brown, but that was ok, it wasn't like he wasn't used to it. Plus, at least he knew his work was good, that's all he needed.
Riku nodded, smiling falsely once more. "I shall, a crafts man is always pleased his work is appreciated."
"Ah, Sora, you look absolutely stunning," the governor complimented, and he turned around looking at Sora, and well, he had to agree. The boy looked ravishing; if he wasn't such a gentleman he would throw him against the first sturdy surface he could find and sensually but surely ravish him until he was satisfied. "Riku!" Sora called out, excitedly. And Riku swore he felt his cock twitch; oh god, what this kid did to him. This was why he had been so excited, this was the only valuable thing in Port Royal. Sora.
"It's so good to see you," he said happily, walking faster towards where he was standing. As soon as he got there he shot Riku a big happy grin. "I had a dream about you last night."
Riku's eyes widened and his perverted mind went on about possible dreams Sora could have had about him, but of course he didn't let them out. He smiled back, a rare true smile and answered. "About me?"
"Darling, that's not entirely proper to--"
Sora didn't even wait for his father to finish his sentence; he kept on talking, ignoring his father's rambling. "Yes! About the day we met, do you remember it?" Sora asked; the hopeful tone in his voice made Riku's heart flutter.
He wasn't going to lie to him. Of course he remembered; how could he forget? "Of course. How could I forget, Mr. Swan?"
"Oh Riku! How many times do I have to ask you to call me Sora. Mr. Swan is my father," Sora replied, giggling.
Damn that smile, was all Riku could think. "At least once more, Mr. Swan. As always."
"There, see, at least the boy has a sense of propriety," Governor Swan said. He looked happy to finally be able to talk. Though Riku would probably be happy if he could just punch him in the face.
"Now dear, we really must be going," Governor Swan finished, picking up the sword and walking towards the door.
Sora's smile disappeared, and he frowned. "Good day, Mr. Turner."
Ouch. Riku smiled sadly; he deserved it, but it still hurt. Sora hadn't called him that in a while. And all he could do is watch as he walked away and entered the carriage.
He shook his head, getting rid of his troubling thoughts as he walked down the step of the house. "Goodbye… Sora."
--- The wind blew, singing a musical tune in his ears as his wild red hair was whipped around by the breeze, and the spray of the ocean water sprayed at his boat. He grinned and hopped down from the wooden pole he had been standing on.
You couldn't really call it a boat, but that wasn't bringing him down. The wooden row boat was barely 7 feet long and 4 feet wide. It was small, beat-up, old, and just plain ugly. But he wouldn't have to worry about that for long. There had to be plenty of ships here. He looked around, letting his eyes feast on the beautiful view of Port Royal; it was a decent place. Lots of ships parked on the marina, and lots of mountains surrounding the small town. It seemed calm enough, probably not a lot of navy. Or at least he hoped.
There were three dead pirates hanging from a rope as he got close to the harbor. And a sign above their heads, a warning to all pirates to stay away, but fear not, they wouldn't have to worry; he was only here for a ship, then he would be on his merry way to Tortuga, to find a crew and his wonderful but fierce angel. And from then on the world. He would sail the world forever, as long as his existence allowed. And he would sail it with his Angel at his side, drinking rum, robbing ships, and enjoying his angel's oh-so wonderful company.
He saluted them briefly; they were fellow pirates after all.
He watched all the hustle and bustle of the harbor, and he couldn't help but grin; stealing a ship would be easier than he thought. He wasn't paying attention at the moment, he didn't really care that every step closer to land his ship was sinking. He would make it; he was after all Captain Axel Sparrow.
And he didn't care that all the happy sailor merchants were now looking at him and his rapidly sinking boat; he loved attention.
And he was right; as soon as he hopped on the dock, his tiny rowboat gave its last paddle, and then it sank happily below. To the unknown harbor waters.
He grinned, and dusted himself off. 'Time to find me a new ship' He strutted down the dock, bumping into an old senior who was with a small black boy of 6 or 7.
"Wait, what?!" the man said. And even as he continued walking he felt the man's stare on him. "Hold up there you."
Axel rolled his eyes, but turned back around and walked towards the old man.
"You must pay one shillings to tie your boat up at the dock, ya know?" the old man said proudly. Though what he was proud about was yet to be seen. Because Axel saw nothing of importance about him. "And I shall need to know your name."
Axel dug into his pockets, taking out a small amount of gold coins, and smirked at the old hag. "What do you say to 3 shillings and we forget the name," Axel said, smirk widening.
The man's eyes widened, and he seemed to consider. Though you could tell his mind was already made up. He nodded. "Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith."
Axel placed his hands together and bowed. Smirking as he picked up the bag of coins the man had dropped on the dock. Ha! Gave three shillings, received more. He loved it when things worked out for the best.
And soon he would find himself a ship and sail to Tortuga, get his Angel back and show him what he had been missing. After all, a year was a long time, longer time given the deficit of Roxas. His poor angel was probably worried sick about him, and well, he had to admit he missed his feisty fiancé as well.
1. Enjoy? lol. I'm not exactly happy with this chapter, but i had to write it how it was exactly and i wrote it twice the first time it made Riku into a to submissive person so i had to change it. I didn't like because in the movie, Will is a bit soft, and um... just plain nice. ( ANd i do love him ! I DO!) But it just didn't fit Riku, so i changed it up a bit. I do happen to LOVE the AXEL part. To me it seems like he makes a GREAT Jack sparrow, just 'cause of his personality . In the movie no one knew who side Jack was on, he was always changing sides. And in the game it hard to tell if Axel is good or bad. ( Though i know my baby is good... sooo goood.!!)
2. Okayyy. So thanks to all those who reviewed,xeikm, A heartbroken teen, Crystal,Bewarethedarkness,Lanie12777. she's my beta, and aww she reviewed she's such a sweetheart! Anyway, thanks very much to you guys... i love hearing from you... makes my day. And i didn't get many reviews last time so I'm still ehhh? about continuing , so review and let me know if i should. I'm a REVIEW addict. ANd to me it seems like this... Every writer loves to know that their work is appreciated. And i kNOW! i love to know mine is so review?
3. NEXT CHAPTER: if i continue, i'll have the list of the characters. Explaining who's who. Though i'm guessing you all know jack is axel, Riku is Will. and Sora is Elizabeth
4. And last but certainly not least, i promised a cooky or just interesting Pirate's of the Caribbean fact in every-chapter. So here's the one for this chapter. The final cannon shot during the Black Pearl's siege of the town, billows into a Mickey Mouse head shape against the night sky