Pirates of the Caribbean: Treasures of the Lost Abyss

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Jack stumbled out of his cabin in the complete darkness of midnight, fumbling down the hall to Gibbs's cabin. Yawning deeply, he rapped on the door with the mannerisms of a slightly inebriated woman, and rocked back and forth on his heels. Still rubbing the careful lump growing on his head, he waited for Gibbs to open his door. Finally, the gruff older man appeared, clearly upset to be aroused so late.

"What on earth are ye doin' up, Cap'in?" he asked groggily.

"What's the name of the man who constructed the cabins?" Jack asked crossly.

For a moment Gibbs seemed to be trying to decide how to answer. "I'm sorry, cap'in? Ye woke me up for what?"

"The name, Mr. Gibbs," the captain growled.

"Cap'in, could this not have waited till morning –"

"Mr. Gibbs!" Jack barked, "I am your captain! When I give an order, you comply!"

Incredulous, Gibbs sighed, "...Thompson. Andrew Thompson, I b'lieve."

"Have him killed." Jack grumbled in response.

"Killed?" Gibbs moaned; he was too tired to listen to this nonsense.

"Yes," he confirmed, "killed. The bastard made the crossbeams too low. He must pay."

Fighting the urge to collapse in a frustrated heap, Gibbs replied, "First thing in th' morning, we'll turn 'round and let the cur 'ave it." He thought to himself, ''e bloody deserves it, fer 'avin me roused this late.'

"Your sympathies are much appreciated," Jack said through a yawn, touching his fingers to his forehead in a weird salute. He stumbled off groggily, dragging his feet up the stairs to the deck. Gibbs watched the captain as he went, amazed that such a blithering lunatic managed to keep the Pearl afloat.

Jack reached the deck and stretched his arms out wide, feeling his headache beginning to subside. Slowly, his brain adjusted to being awake, and coherent thoughts ran into his brain. Still massaging his temples, Jack sauntered to the bow and looked out at the vast blackness before them. He was well used to the look of the nighttime sea, but somehow the view was never lost on him. Looking out and surveying the water, he remembered the dream he'd been having when he was so rudely awoken.

The recollection sunk his stomach, as well as his high spirits. A sour expression curled across his face as he thought back. Never before had he felt such hatred for any man as he had for the captain of the Aggressor; never had he taken such measures to ensure justice. Any other man, and he might have felt guilt, perhaps even repentance. But the Aggressor...no. Every one of them received what he deserved. His heart turned black remembering their names and faces.

The wind picked up, blowing the captain's wild hair into his face. He turned to face away from the water, back to his cabin. Although he was fully awake, the memories he'd tried to hide exhausted him. 'It's not fair,' he thought, 'I'm supposed to be too bloody old for that kind of nonsense.'

OO-OO-OO-OO-OO

Will Turner awoke with a start. At first, he didn't know what had taken him out of his dreams, but then he realized; Elizabeth was no longer in bed beside him. Bleary-eyed, he scanned the room, finally setting his eyes on the door to the balcony, which was quite noticeably open. He could only assume his ladylove was taking in the view, and he felt compelled to join her. Sliding out of bed, he sauntered over to the door.

"What are you doing awake, my dear?" he whispered, stepping onto the veranda.

Surprise registered in Elizabeth's eyes at seeing him awake. "I hope I didn't rouse you," she replied, with a distinct air of formality.

Confused by her demeanor, Will stepped closer, causing her to shift uncomfortably. The young man sensed danger lurking in the circumstances. "Elizabeth, what's happened?" he inquired heavily.

The governor's daughter cleared her throat. "I'm afraid we my have encountered...severe trouble."

"...what sort of trouble?"

"I don't know for sure – rather, I have not consulted a professional, yet, I am almost positive that...without much doubt..." she gritted her teeth in a vain attempt to keep composure. Will didn't dare to rush her. Scarcely a moment had passed when she turned to him and hissed, "I'm pregnant."

The news was far more than the former blacksmith had been expecting. Practically tripping over his own feet, Will stumbled back inside the bedroom. The world around him spun lazily with complete shock. Elizabeth followed him inside. "Will," she called after him.

"I should never have allowed you to live here," he choked out, "I should have insisted you stay at the governor's mansion." He dropped onto their bed.

Elizabeth shook her head, "Yes, in hindsight that would have been a far better course of action."

Will groaned and placed his head in his hands. "We're ruined."

Sinking down beside him, she whispered, "My father will never forgive me."

"I regret every moment we've spent together in this house," he spat bitterly.

"No," Elizabeth placed a hand firmly on her fiancée's arm, "don't regret it. We've been quite happy."

"And now we're shamefaced. You've been living with an unemployed pirate, out of wedlock, with the blessing of the governor," he sputtered.

Elizabeth sighed, "Believe me, I'm more embarrassed than anyone. But we can't solve things by discussing our errors," she took a deep breath, "But then again, I don't know what we can do."

"I do," Will gulped.

His fiancée gave him a confused stare. "What's that?"

Standing up and steeling himself against the words, Will growled, "We can leave Port Royal."

OO-OO-OO-OO-OO

The sun rose over the Atlantic, but the infamous Jack Sparrow was far too tired to drag himself out of bed until well past noon. By the time he wandered out on deck, the crew was already well underway with the day's tasks. Spying Anamaria at the helm, he smirked and strutted over to stand beside her.

"Morning, love," he announced cheerily, flashing her a good look at his golden teeth. His obstinate first mate rolled her eyes.

"The sun's high, Jack; I'd hardly call this morning."

Sparrow sighed deeply. "Ana, we've been over this before. I have a title, you may recall."

Narrowing her eyes, she shot back, "Well, Captain, there'll be some to argue that point if you don't start taking charge of your own ship."

Still smiling, he replied, "As the all-powerful captain, I deserve my rest. After all, mate, as the first...well...mate, it's your job to cover me when I'm off by me-self," he laid his hand on the wheel, "consider it job training."

Frustrated, the young woman stalked off, leaving a highly amused captain alone at the helm. Surveying the action on deck, he mentally evaluated every crewmember. 'Gibbs: strong, hardworking; Ana: almost too strong; Cotton: quick, intelligent, quiet; Parrot: a nuisance...' His smug smile deepened viewing the strong crew working under his command. In all his years spent trying to reclaim the Pearl, he never imagined such a success. 'It's a shame there's no one back home to share me lovely story with,' he mused.

Turning on his heel to view the vast ocean extending on either side, he spied what seemed to be another ship in the distance. He paused momentarily, wondering whether it would be necessary to investigate the vessel. Ultimately deciding that he could never be too careful, he looked over his shoulder and called out for his first mate. "Bring me a spyglass!"

Sensing the slight urgency in his voice, Ana was quick to oblige. Handing over the small telescope, she watched with interest as Jack studied the approaching ship. Finally, she blurted out, "What's the story, Captain?"

Unamused, Jack collapsed the spyglass and handed it back to Ana. "Royal Navy, love," he growled, "sailing white flags."

Clearly, Ana had no notion how to handle the situation. "White flags, sir?" she questioned.

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

"What do we do?"

Jack stroked his beard, contemplating the possible paths he could, as captain, take. Finally, he growled, "Let them approach us."

"WHAT?" Ana sputtered in disbelief. "Let a ship of the Royal Navy approach our illegal vessel?!"

The captain nodded, "It seems like a fair plan." He turned and was halfway down the steps before Ana cried after him.

"On what grounds, may I ask? They'll haul us all off to the noose!" she shrieked.

Jack scoffed at her. "Love, they're running white flags. We haven't a reason to be afraid."

"Since when has the British government been fair with a group of pirates, eh?"

"Since our dear friend Norrington is in charge of the Port Royal Navy." He spun back around and gestured greatly as he spoke, condescending to the woman who dared to mistrust his judgment. "While the Commodore may not be my favorite person, he obviously doesn't hold much ill will against us, seeing as how we've managed to travel freely for six months without incident. That ship? It's one of his. Just look at it, love, it has the Port Royal marks all over it. With the white flags, I'm not concerned. Savvy?"

Furious, Ana leaned over him and hissed, "We'll all be mighty lucky if you don't get us killed, Sparrow!"

He responded with a smirk, "We all have to go someday. My involvement just means you might see some adventure first." Rubbing his hands together, he strode back to his cabin to await the arrival of the commodore's ship.


Author's Note: Yes, I did take that part about Elizabeth from the Gore/Johnny commentary on the DVD. Melodrama is so fun to write! There's plenty more where this came from, so if you want to see it, review!!


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