Yes two chapters out in one day!!! Yay!! lol. Thats why its a bit short. But anyways... Now i know the timeline isnt exactly right, but it is my story. Oh yea and we're finally in DMC now. YAY!! And the rest of the story is going to be third person. It just fit better that way. lol. Ok my loves, enjoy!!
3years later
The thunder that could be heard was loud and unforgiving. The rain falling non-stop. It was almost hard to imagine that this was an island in the Caribbean. Port Royals usually sunny and bright weather was unnaturally clouded today. Almost as if it knew what was to come. An army of soldiers could be seen marching throughout as if looking for something. Or rather someone. A beautiful bride is seen sitting alone at what looked to be an alter, before the rain. Her dress is soaked, along with her hair and flowers. A servant is seen rushing to her, telling her of what is going on. Elizabeth Swann rushes to the side of her fiancé, surrounded by soldiers of the East India Company.
"Will. Why is this happening?" William Turner, held by five soldiers looks upon her beautiful face sadly. "I don't know." He looked at her lovingly. "You look beautiful."
"I think its bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding."
"Make way. Let me through!" A disruption to their left causes them to look and see that the governor has also heard of what is going on. "How dare you! Stand your men down at once! Do you hear me?" He yells to what looks to be, the man in charge of what was going on. Lord Cutler Beckett looks upon the governor with false respect. "Governor Weatherby Swann, it's been too long." The governor looks upon Beckett in shock. "Cutler Beckett?"
"It's Lord now. Actually." The much shorter man replied arrogantly. Governor Swann made his way towards Lord Beckett and looked at Will. "Lord or not, you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man."
Beckett looked at the governor for a few seconds before responding. He wasn't sure why this foolish old man was questioning him. He found it rather annoying. "In fact, I do. Mr. Mercer?" He called to one of his soldiers. "The warrant for the arrest of one William Turner." He said taking the contents out of the wooden box he was handed. The governor took the paper and read it with confusion. "This warrant is for Elizabeth Swann!" He was shocked to say the least. Why on earth were they arresting his only daughter? He had long ago forgotten his younger daughter. She held no place in his heart.
"Oh, is it? That's annoying, my mistake... Arrest her," Beckett ordered his soldiers. They grabbed a struggling and angry Elizabeth. "Aha, here's the one for William Turner. And I have another one for a Mr. James Norrington. Is he present?"
"What are the charges?" Elizabeth demanded. This was not how she wanted her wedding day to be.
"Commodore Norrington resigned his commission some months ago." The governor replied with held rage.
"I don't believe that was the answer to the question I asked." Beckett replied sharply.
Will had had just enough from this little man. "Lord Beckett, in the category of questions not answered …"
"We are under the jurisdiction of the King's governor of Port Royal and you will tell us what we are charged with." Elizabeth demanded. The governor read over the contents of the paper with a grave face. "The charge... is conspiring to set free a man convicted of crimes against the Crown and Empire and condemned to death for which the..." He couldn't read anymore.
"For which the punishment, regrettably, is also death. Perhaps you remember a certain pirate named Jack Sparrow."
"Captain!" Corrected both Will and Elizabeth.
Beckett grinned maniacally. "Captain Jack Sparrow. Yes, I thought you might."
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"50 men on a dead man's chest. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Drink and the devil had done.Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum." Gibbs sang to himself. Amalina laughed to herself.
"Still singin' those old songs ay Gibbs?" She had changed over the past three years. Her whole demeanor was different. From the way she walked to the way she talked. The year she had spent in the prison with her Fernand had had an effect on her. As soon as she was left on that God forsaken island, she knew Jack would come back for her. She had seen him discreetly wink at her back on the ship. And a year later, he came. Sure he was a little late, but he came back. They had parted ways after that. She had gone to make a name for herself. And quite a name she made. Amalina, or 'Bloody Maiden' as they now referred to her, sent shivers through every pirates spine. She was known as ruthless. One of the worst pirates of the day. And this was only a year after her freedom. Her own crew was waiting for her back at Tortuga while she did a little catching up with Jack. Jack had been surprised when he saw her again. She had a large scar across the side of her cheek. She never told anyone the story of how it got there. Her hair had grown considerably longer. She had started dressing like a captain also. All in all, she was not the same person as three years ago.
Gibbs looked at her and nodded. "Mark me words, there's danger in these waters." Ama laughed at the old man. "Consider them marked." A sudden noise brought there attention to the side of the ship. Gibbs got up to go see if Jack had returned. As he reached down to grab Jack's hand, he receives a skeleton leg instead. "Not quite according to plan."
"Complications arose, ensued, were overcome." He walked over to Ama. "'Ello darling. Missed yer pretty face." He then proceeded to give Ama a very rough kiss. She laughed when they broke off. "Didn't they tell I killed the last man who tried that very thing?" Jack backed away a little. "You're not going to kill me now right?" he asked suspiciously. She laughed and shook her head.
"You got what you went in for, then?" Jack nodded and shook a rolled piece of cloth around. Ama tried to grab it, but Jack slapped her hand away. "Patience."
"Captain, I think the crew - meaning me, as well - were expecting something a bit more..." Gibbs shook his hands trying to explain. "shiny. What with the Isla de Muerta going all pear-shapes, reclaimed by the sea and the treasure with it."
"And the Royal Navy chasing us all around the Atlantic." One of the crew members exclaimed.
"And the hurricane!" The crew nodded in agreement. Amalina looked upon the scene with amusement. Had her crew questioned her, she would have killed them painfully.
"All in all, it seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating." Jack looked as if he was analyzing this statement. "Shiny?" He muttered to Gibbs. "Aye, shiny," Gibbs nodded.
"Is that how you're all feeling, then? Perhaps dear ol' Jack is not serving your best interests as Captain?" Jack replied scrutinizing the crew.
"Awk, walk the plank." Jack took out his pistol and aimed it at Cotton's parrot with a mad look in his eye. "What did the bird say?!"
One of the crew members Jack had picked up from Tortuga looked at Jack ready to challenge him. "Do not blame the bird. Show us, what is on that piece of cloth there." Everyone looked at the cloth in Jack's hand, before Barbossa's old monkey ran and grabbed it. Jack turned and shot it, grabbing the cloth it dropped.
"You know that don't do no good."
"Does me." Amalina went next to Jack and grabbed the cloth. "It's a key." She showed the crew. Jack snatched it back and slapped her hands again. "No, much more better! It is a drawing of a key. Gentlemen, and lady, what do keys do?" One of the crew members confusedly answered Jack. "Keys... unlock things?"
Gibbs looked at Jack as if he was finally making sense. "And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable. So, we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks!" The crew nodded in agreement and happiness. Jack nodded his head. "No. We don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So, what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it." Amalina quietly laughed to herself.
"So, we're going after this key!" Gibbs replied excitedly. Jack looked at him as if he were stupid. "You're not making any sense at all. Any more questions?"
Amalina raised her hand. "Do we have a heading?" She challenged Jack. He reached for his compass. "Ah! A heading. Set sail in a... general... that way direction!" He said pointing to a random direction. Amalina shook her head and went to work. Whatever Jack wanted, he wanted it badly.
"Captain?" Gibbs questioned.
"Come on. Snap to and make sail, you know how this works. Oi, oi!" And with that, he disappeared to his quarters. Amalina followed him, making sure no one else saw her go.
Amalina saw Jack looking at the map that nearly cost her life. He was tapping at his compass again. He picked up a rum bottle and noticed it was empty. "Why is the rum always gone?"
"Cause you have a wench on your ship who likes rum." Ama answered. Jack looks up at her through squinted eyes. "Evil rum drinker. Thas my rum your drinking." Amy laughed and went to sit in his chair. "There's bound to be some more rum down in the stores." Jack huffed and put on his hat, leaving Ama alone in his office. It was strange being back on the Pearl. So many old memories coming back to haunt her. She sighed as she left his chamber to go sleep in her old cot. Dreaming about dark brown eyes.
