Disclaimer:
I do not own Pirates of the
Caribbean, OR Rebecca Sparrow. Rebecca is a creation of
ThePrincessHasArrived, my best friend
Author's
note: Its a mary-sue, and it
was intentional.After reading the first 56 pages of the rough draft
of the PotC 3 script, this chapter might have spoilers, but than
again, I'm writing this before I ever writ the chapter lol. P
Chapter
Four
Noel
"Jack Sparrow! You BASTARD !"
The golden haired beauty's hands rest on her hips, her corseted waist was slim behind her lavish gold and cream brocade gown, straight from London. Much like the gown that Elizabeth had worn to Commodore Norrington's (God rest his soul) Promotion Ceremony. Although, on this beauty, the dress seemed to work with her body perfectly. Will couldn't help but stare at this woman, and look her slowly up and down.
"Now, Becki-lass -- "
" Wait…Jack, this is your sister Rebecca ?"
Jack turned to look at Will; he was at a loss for words. The blonde cleared her throat, catching Jack's attention again.
"Go on Jack Sparrow, tell the boy who I am."
" Miss, I must tell you, I am not a boy, I am as old, nay older than you are"
" William…"
Jack's voice held a warning tone for the younger man
" William Turner, this is my darling sister, Rebecca Marie Sparrow. She's 22 years this fall, and she's a pirate, like us."
Jack finished with a sigh, rubbing the side of his cheek were Rebecca had slapped him.
Will smiled and bowed his head to the Pirate Princess. He held out his hand and Rebecca, however suspicious, laid her alabaster hand in his tanned hand. She gasped slightly at the touch of his rough, calloused hands. Will blushed slightly and smiled. He lifted her hand to his face and brushed his lips against the back of her hand. Rebecca blushed and smiled softly.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Turner"
" Will shall do miss -- "
" Rebecca. Becka for short"
" Becka… I'm happy to meet you as well."
Jack grumbled at the two
"Oh yes, bettah tah the smelly Blacksmith than 'er brother"
Becka looked back from Jack to Will quickly
" You're a Blacksmith"
Will looked away, a little embarrassed,
" Aye, I'm a Blacksmith"
That explains his hands…
Becka silently thought to herself. She turned her attentions back to her brother once more.
" I suppose you are still Captain of that bloody galleon The Black Pearl ?"
Will tried his hardest not to chuckle, apparently Jack's sister (his beautiful sister at that) hated the ship as much as, or more than Will himself did.
Jack again glared at Will
" Aye Becki-lass, I'm still Captain of the Pearl. Any yer coming with us."
" No, I'm not"
" Yes, yeh are"
" No I'm not Jack Sparrow. I have not listened to you since I was 10 years ol -- "
Becka sighed as her eyes rolled back and she fell forward, across Will's lap unconscious. Will jumped startled, and looked up at Jack. The Captain stood with a broken rum bottle in his hand. Jack looked at the bottle mournfully
" Waste of a bloody good drink…"
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For five long months, The Black Pearl sailed the Caribbean seas with their entire crew and the new crew mates, Will Turner, a regular on this ship it seemed, and a new woman, Rebecca Sparrow. The date for the Swann - Turner wedding had long passed, and William and Elizabeth remained yet unmarried. December had come as was nearly gone, and the Pearl simply sailed the seas listlessly. Whether or no Jack Sparrow remembered that Will was due back in Port Royale to marry Elizabeth Swann was a matter unknown. Whether he cared was even less known. Since so terribly kidnapping Becka Sparrow from Tortuga that night in early August, Will and the girl in question had grown close. They quickly became friends, he was her only true friend on board. Although Jack loved her very much, he knew nothing about her. He hadn't seen her since before she became a woman, the same time that she and Darwin Edwards had fallen in love. It was a match thought to be made in Heaven, and a match that Becka would live her life through. All were certain that she would soon be Mrs. Darwin Edwards, but that had changed in June. Every thought and hope of the life that she had planned for herself, was lost and they would never return. Though it was wrong of him to stay away that long, Jack still had. He knew nothing about his younger sister, yet Will seemingly did. It angered the normally jovial captain.
Becka was working below deck, in her cabin. Jack had told her the night before to clean it up, it was a mess. She sat sorting through drawers and categorizing papers when she found a calendar. And it was for this year ! Huzzah ! She put all else down and opened to December. Marking off the days in her head, she realized just what this day was. Noel, later to be named Christmas. The day of the birth of our lord, and the day of giving gifts. Giggling, Becka looked through a trunk that was in her cabin. The last time they had ventured into port, about 6 weeks earlier, she had bought a new pistol for herself, as well a large bottle of rum. Since then, she had touched neither, and she thought it best to give them away as Noel gifts.
However, Will already knew that it was Noel. He was currently decorating the deck of The Black Pearl to better suit the holiday spirit. He hoped that a little holiday fun might bring Jack and his sister together. He had been wrapping garlands of holly around the polished black walnut of the rail. Becka ran up on deck and saw what Will had been doing. She laughed and ran to help her friend. Taking the end of the garland he was currently starting to wrap around the rail, she smiled and tugged on it playfully. Will spun around to look at her. He laughed and tugged it back. They laughed and started in the middle of the section of the rail. Both of them wound the wood with the holly, until they came to the end of the section.
"Thank you Becka. Its faster with the two of us"
Will smiled and came over to stand in front of Becka; he leaned to the side, against the rail easily.
Jack rolled his eyes at them. He could see it happening, yet they couldn't. Why didn't that surprise him ?
Smiling softly, Becka hugged Will tightly. From the folds of her skirt she pulled out the pistol and tucked it into Will's belt.
" Happy Noel Will."
She pulled back and smiled up at him once more. Will looked down at the pistol and his eyes widened slightly. He smiled and touched her cheek.
" Happy Noe -- "
But Rebecca had looked up, just above him, and stood blushing. She lowered her gaze to her feet, still brushing brightly. Will followed her gaze, peering up; he too blushed. There above them, was mistletoe; he'd forgotten about it. Just barely smiling through his blush, he looked down at Becka once again.
" Its not proper to break tradition…"
Still blushing, she met his eyes, and nodded slowly. Frightfully she leaned in a little ways, and jerked back slightly, afraid of this almost. Will saw her chagrin and leaned in, just a little farther. His finger tips gently brushed her cheek. He met her lips in a soft kiss. Jack growled not liking this at all. He picked up his compass and threw it at them. The two pulled away laughing. They hugged once again and went their separate ways.
Becka walked over to Jack, she reached once more into the folds of her dress and pulled out the rather large bottle of rum. She pushed it into her brother's hand and leaned in to kiss his cheek.
" Happy Noel Jack."
She smiled as Jack looked down. His eyes widened, happily.
" Now Becki-lass -- "
" To replace the one you used to knock me out…"
" Ah…"
Chuckling nervously, Jack leaned back against the boom of the main mast. However, another pirate, a crew member had been working on the sail that. He had had a grappling hook with him, for whatever reason. The hook had been on the boom, and when Jack had leaned back, swinging the boom, the hook had been thrown off. As fate would have it, that grappling hook hit Will Turner. It snagged his flesh, and with the full weight of the hook, and force of gravity, it torn open the muscle of his left thigh. He cried out in pain and nearly blacked out from the sudden injury. Wounded by a flying grappling hook…he was almost certain that was never mentioned in the Pirate's Code of Conduct.
Jack lost all colour when he saw what had happened. Becka screamed.
Jack turned to spot Mr. Gibbs. There he was, at the bow, drinking again.
" Mr. Gibbs ! Man down ! Request immediate help !"
The older man jumped startled. He quickly corked his flask and ran to help Jack. Between Jack and Gibbs, the two of them carried the nearly unconscious Will Turner back down below and into his cabin. Jack carried his arms and head, Gibbs got his feet. The blood poured out of his wound, leaving a long, thin river of red on the black deck, and down into the below deck sleeping quarters hallways. Becka, terrified for Will's life, and feeling horrible about what had happened hurried to follow them. When Jack and Mr. Gibbs laid Will on his own bed, moaning and groaning in pain, Jack turned to her,
" Becki-lass, yeh be the only woman on board, so I'm gonna leave young Mr. Turner in yer care. Savvy ?"
Becka nodded sadly. She got a bowl of water and soap, and a clean rag out. She pulled Will's boot off and unbuttoned the bottom of his breeches, from around his calf. She grabbed the hem on either side and pulled as hard as she could. The material torn easily. She tore it open up to his upper middle thigh; just above his gaping wound. Her eyes clouded in pain for Will as she looked upon his torn open muscle. Sniffling herself, she dipped the rag in the soapy water and gently placed it to the wound. Will wanted to scream in pain, but Becka put a leather belt between his teeth, for him to bite on when the pain became unbearable. She looked into his eyes, her own sparkling with tears.
" Will I'm so sorry."
He looked back at her with pained forgiveness in his eyes; he didn't blame her for this in anyway.
"Will, this is going to hurt…"
Will looked down, her hand was resting just beside the wound. He looked back up into her eyes, and nodded. Nearly sobbing herself, Becka reached her delicate fingers down into the wound; his eyes widened as far as they could go and he screamed and muffled scream in pain. She reached a needle and thread into the would, and started to stitch the muscle closed. But the muscle had retracted and tightened up like two knots in the wood of a tree, and it made this all the more painful. Finishing stitching the muscle, the worst of the pain was over. She let her tears fall.
" Will forgive me, I mean you no pain"
Again he nodded and let her do what she had to…
Becka washed her hands quickly in the bowl of water, the blood of her friend washing clean, and staining the water red. She turned back to finish her task at hand. She picked up the needle and threaded it again. Whispering yet again another apology, she started to stitch the flesh of his thigh closed. Again he let out a muffled moan and bit deep into the leather. He bit so deep that his teeth cut holes through the leather.
Once finished, Becka got up and cleaned up the mess, she ushered Jack and Mr. Gibbs out of Will's cabin. She came over and gently put her hands on either ends of the leather belt in his mouth. Slowly Will opened his mouth and she removed the leather.
" Will I'm so sorry for causing you that pain"
He shook his head, and answered with a strained voice
" Don't be. Better this than it getting infected and me losing a leg, aye?"
Even now he let a soft smile grace his lips. Smiling sadly, Becka sat down on his right side. She rested her head against his shoulder and reached over, gently rubbing his wounded thigh. Will Yawned and laid back, falling asleep. Becka smiled and kissed her friend's forehead.
" Get better…"
She silently slipped out of the cabin, closing the door behind her.
Author's note: Aye, I am well aware the way in which the grappling hook wounded him is not plausable, but hell, it passed the time, aye ?
