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(A.N. Okay, I hope you have had a great New Year! Mine was fun. A thousand apologies for not updating sooner.everything has been hectic)
***On a Small Speck of an Island Somewhere in the Caribbean***
Will Turner awoke with a horrible headache. It was mid-day already, but he hadn't been able to tell because he had put his arm over his head. Groaning, he opened his eyes to the brightness of the day.
"Well, if it isn't Will Turner." A familiar but gruff voice said beside him.
Will recognized the voice immediately. "If it aint my old friend Captain Savard." Will sat up to look into the face of a grisly man in his fifties. Savard was well dressed, for a pirate, and his hat had a large feather in it.
"Now tell me young Will, by what misfortune be ye landed on this spit of land without a ship or crew?" Savard asked, giving him a hand up.
Will's face showed the anger he felt at the situation. "Mutiny and marooning." He growled.
Savard shrugged. "And the woman?"
Will looked over to where two pirates were walking down toward the beach where Elizabeth lay still asleep. "The daughter of Port Royal's Governor. I'd be careful to wake her gently if I were you." He mumbled.
Unfortunately for the two pirates, they had not overheard that particular part of Will's conversation. One shook Elizabeth's shoulder hard, both peering down at her.
Elizabeth blinked open her eyes, and the cringed in surprise. But that surprise only lasted an instant. She kicked out hard, landing her feet in the two very unsuspecting men's shins.
The two pirates cried out in pain as their legs were kicked out from under them, and Elizabeth rolled away. "Will!" She yelled. "Pirates!"
Will nodded. "I know. Friends of mine, don't worry about it."
Elizabeth looked around, for the first time seeing the landing boats, the two dozen men on the shore, and the large ship out on the blue sea. "Friends of yours?" She glanced down at the pirates who had awakened her and noticed they were growling under their breath.
Savard laughed, but then stopped and glanced at Will with suspicion in his glare. "She doesn't act like a prisoner. What be she to you?"
Will rubbed his head. "A prisoner. Of sorts."
Savard rubbed his graying beard. "A sweetheart then?"
Will cocked his head to the side. "She might have been at one time."
Savard laughed. "So you kidnaping her didn't improve on the relationship ay?"
Will shrugged.
Captain Savard looked Will up and down, taking in the ripped cloths, and no boots appearance of a man who just got washed up on an island. "Come aboard the Evening Star " He said, slapping Will on the back. "I'll get you and your prisoner some water and fresh cloths."
Will nodded, glancing to where Elizabeth was coming toward him over the drifted sand.
Savard chuckled. "I have someone for you to talk to."
***Aboard the Pirate-Ship Evening Star***
Elizabeth and Will had been showed to Captain Savard's quarters to get their clothes and to change. While Elizabeth stood behind one of the large doors of a cloths dresser, Will changed next to the Captain's table.
"So who is this Captain Savard?" Asked Elizabeth's muffled voice from behind the dresser door.
Will put on a loose long-sleeved white shirt and buttoned it. "An old friend of mine and Jack's. He's been pirating since before I was born, and was a good friend of my father's." Will put on some leather boots and once again tied his faded sash around his waist.
"But you know, Bryan what-his-name was your best friend a little while ago too." Elizabeth countered.
Will rolled his eyes, roughly putting on and fastening the buckle of his belt. "Why do you always try my patience, woman?" He asked, frustrated.
"I am just stating a fact." Elizabeth answered.
Will pulled his black hair behind his neck and tied it there in a piece of sting. "Just let me handle things." He muttered, walking over to the dresser door. "You could get us into a lot of trouble with that mouth of yours."
"Fine." Elizabeth answered hotly from behind the door. "But if you tried talking your way out of things, instead of using the sword to get yourself out of every scrape, we might not even be here." With that, Elizabeth stepped around from the door.
Will stopped short. Elizabeth wore brown pants, a loose red shirt that was buttoned low, and a pair of boots. She must have ran her fingers through her hair because it wasn't as much the disheveled mess that she had come aboard with. Her long brown hair now lay down her left shoulder, and her blue eyes looked at him with the same fire as always. He blinked after a moment. "Y-you look good in those cloths."
Elizabeth looked at him strangely.
"I mean," He said, trying to cover up his earlier surprise. "Not a lot of girls could wear that and still look good." He paused, turning a little red under his dark tan. "Not that I've seen a lot of girls dress like that."
Elizabeth looked at him. Funny how he could be a hard pirate with all the nastiness that entails one moment, and then someone totally different the next. It had been the same way down at the marketplace the first time they had met. And now that someone else was looking out at her again, that someone else who could compensate for whatever nastiness done earlier with merely a couple of insecure words. Despite herself, Elizabeth Swan felt the corners of her mouth turn up into a soft smile.
It was then, that the doors to the Captain's cabin were flung open, and in strode a colorful, LURCHING figure, who wore a three-cornered hat, a cutlass at his side, and a bandanna around his head.
There stood Jack Sparrow. Interrupting the perfect moment.
TO BE CONTINUED!
(A.N. WHEW! That was surprising. Don't shoot me yet, I'll update REALLY soon. Yes I know I haven't really filled you in on that miraculous escape yet, but we should be used to that right?)
(A.N. Okay, I hope you have had a great New Year! Mine was fun. A thousand apologies for not updating sooner.everything has been hectic)
***On a Small Speck of an Island Somewhere in the Caribbean***
Will Turner awoke with a horrible headache. It was mid-day already, but he hadn't been able to tell because he had put his arm over his head. Groaning, he opened his eyes to the brightness of the day.
"Well, if it isn't Will Turner." A familiar but gruff voice said beside him.
Will recognized the voice immediately. "If it aint my old friend Captain Savard." Will sat up to look into the face of a grisly man in his fifties. Savard was well dressed, for a pirate, and his hat had a large feather in it.
"Now tell me young Will, by what misfortune be ye landed on this spit of land without a ship or crew?" Savard asked, giving him a hand up.
Will's face showed the anger he felt at the situation. "Mutiny and marooning." He growled.
Savard shrugged. "And the woman?"
Will looked over to where two pirates were walking down toward the beach where Elizabeth lay still asleep. "The daughter of Port Royal's Governor. I'd be careful to wake her gently if I were you." He mumbled.
Unfortunately for the two pirates, they had not overheard that particular part of Will's conversation. One shook Elizabeth's shoulder hard, both peering down at her.
Elizabeth blinked open her eyes, and the cringed in surprise. But that surprise only lasted an instant. She kicked out hard, landing her feet in the two very unsuspecting men's shins.
The two pirates cried out in pain as their legs were kicked out from under them, and Elizabeth rolled away. "Will!" She yelled. "Pirates!"
Will nodded. "I know. Friends of mine, don't worry about it."
Elizabeth looked around, for the first time seeing the landing boats, the two dozen men on the shore, and the large ship out on the blue sea. "Friends of yours?" She glanced down at the pirates who had awakened her and noticed they were growling under their breath.
Savard laughed, but then stopped and glanced at Will with suspicion in his glare. "She doesn't act like a prisoner. What be she to you?"
Will rubbed his head. "A prisoner. Of sorts."
Savard rubbed his graying beard. "A sweetheart then?"
Will cocked his head to the side. "She might have been at one time."
Savard laughed. "So you kidnaping her didn't improve on the relationship ay?"
Will shrugged.
Captain Savard looked Will up and down, taking in the ripped cloths, and no boots appearance of a man who just got washed up on an island. "Come aboard the Evening Star " He said, slapping Will on the back. "I'll get you and your prisoner some water and fresh cloths."
Will nodded, glancing to where Elizabeth was coming toward him over the drifted sand.
Savard chuckled. "I have someone for you to talk to."
***Aboard the Pirate-Ship Evening Star***
Elizabeth and Will had been showed to Captain Savard's quarters to get their clothes and to change. While Elizabeth stood behind one of the large doors of a cloths dresser, Will changed next to the Captain's table.
"So who is this Captain Savard?" Asked Elizabeth's muffled voice from behind the dresser door.
Will put on a loose long-sleeved white shirt and buttoned it. "An old friend of mine and Jack's. He's been pirating since before I was born, and was a good friend of my father's." Will put on some leather boots and once again tied his faded sash around his waist.
"But you know, Bryan what-his-name was your best friend a little while ago too." Elizabeth countered.
Will rolled his eyes, roughly putting on and fastening the buckle of his belt. "Why do you always try my patience, woman?" He asked, frustrated.
"I am just stating a fact." Elizabeth answered.
Will pulled his black hair behind his neck and tied it there in a piece of sting. "Just let me handle things." He muttered, walking over to the dresser door. "You could get us into a lot of trouble with that mouth of yours."
"Fine." Elizabeth answered hotly from behind the door. "But if you tried talking your way out of things, instead of using the sword to get yourself out of every scrape, we might not even be here." With that, Elizabeth stepped around from the door.
Will stopped short. Elizabeth wore brown pants, a loose red shirt that was buttoned low, and a pair of boots. She must have ran her fingers through her hair because it wasn't as much the disheveled mess that she had come aboard with. Her long brown hair now lay down her left shoulder, and her blue eyes looked at him with the same fire as always. He blinked after a moment. "Y-you look good in those cloths."
Elizabeth looked at him strangely.
"I mean," He said, trying to cover up his earlier surprise. "Not a lot of girls could wear that and still look good." He paused, turning a little red under his dark tan. "Not that I've seen a lot of girls dress like that."
Elizabeth looked at him. Funny how he could be a hard pirate with all the nastiness that entails one moment, and then someone totally different the next. It had been the same way down at the marketplace the first time they had met. And now that someone else was looking out at her again, that someone else who could compensate for whatever nastiness done earlier with merely a couple of insecure words. Despite herself, Elizabeth Swan felt the corners of her mouth turn up into a soft smile.
It was then, that the doors to the Captain's cabin were flung open, and in strode a colorful, LURCHING figure, who wore a three-cornered hat, a cutlass at his side, and a bandanna around his head.
There stood Jack Sparrow. Interrupting the perfect moment.
TO BE CONTINUED!
(A.N. WHEW! That was surprising. Don't shoot me yet, I'll update REALLY soon. Yes I know I haven't really filled you in on that miraculous escape yet, but we should be used to that right?)