I don't own POTC, yadda yadda yadda, you know the story.
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Chapter Three: Unexpected Meeting
Arianne nodded and smiled coquettishly at the young man who had tipped his hat to her. It was really quite hot out here, though, she thought to herself. She really didn't understand how everyone could wear all these clothes and not die of the heat! Trying to keep to the shade, she walked along, trying to get a clear view of the harbor to see if the Black Pearl had returned yet. Jack had said that he would be back fairly shortly, but who knew what he meant? The man seemed drunken most of the time, what with that odd walk he had and his strange personality. Her thoughts were interrupted by a jab of pain from the bruises under her corset, but she covered her expression slip almost immediately. Luckily, there was no one around her. She shuddered to think of how many spies Amos had in his friends and briefly wondered if that young man had been one of them...but her musings came to an abrupt halt as a familiar mast came into view.
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"Well, boyo, I better be off. Places to go, people to see, eh?" Jack said with a wink as he stood up.
Will stood up as well. "I'll go with you, if you don't mind, Jack. The work day hasn't even really started yet."
"Well a'right then, ye can come with me! Where is that lovely wife o' yours anyway?" Jack inquired.
"In bed, dreaming, no doubt," Will scowled.
"Ah. Righ' then, off we go!" Jack started off, his drunken swagger making an odd contrast to Will's smooth flowing gait. They left the blacksmith shop in a high humor, Jack occasionally singing snatches of "A Pirate's Life for Me."
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Barely able to conceal her joy, she pasted a demure smile upon her face, and made her way back towards the middle of town, twirling her parasol gaily. As she turned a corner, she barely stopped in time to avoid walking right into Amos and his group of friends. Amos stopped mid-sentence as he caught sight of her. Arianne curtsied prettily, dropping her eyes to the ground as she did so, and made a move to walk on. Amos took her arm in what seemed like a gentlemanly fashion and led her away from the group, but his grip was iron, and behind his sweet brotherly smile, he was gritting his teeth.
"Arianne, darling, what are you doing out today? Don't you have a meeting this afternoon with your hopeful soon-to-be husband?" Amos said in a sugary voice.
"Why yes, Amos, I do, but it is customary for me to take a morning walk, and Mother said it was fine that I do so, providing that I remain away from the docks and I'm back before the appointed time," she replied, voice dripping with honey sweetness. "Mother told me you were walking with your betrothed, dear brother, but unless I am mistaken, none of these are her. Unless she's just as disgraceful as I am, of course. Not to mention incredibly ugly." She threw a smile over her shoulder at the waiting group of men and they smiled in return, the widest of smiles being that of the one who had tipped his hat to her not ten minutes ago.
Amos tightened his grip on her arm, and she almost gasped at the sharp pain that flashed through the bruises he had left when he had hauled her to her feet earlier that morning. As it was, he saw the pain in her eyes and relaxed his grip, a genuine smile of pleasure on his face at her sign of weakness. "Just remember, girl," he whispered, his tone now once more that of anger and disgust, "just remember who is in charge, here, right? And remember I can hurt you even worse than I did this morning."
She glared at him. "Oh indeed, dearest brother. That is your belief, so it must be correct, must it not? Oh I understand you perfectly," she growled at him, her expression still placid.
"Oi! Miss Bailey!" called out a heavily accented voice. Turning her head, she saw who it was, and delight suffused her features.
"Mister Sparrow!" she called out, throwing a meaningful glance to the hand that still gripped her arm. Amos let go, returning to his friends with disgust visible in the curl of his lip. Relieved beyond telling, she hurried over to Jack and his companion,--her heart jumped--Will Turner.
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Will saw them first. Arianne and her brother, Amos. Their faces were pleasant, but by the lines of tension in their bodies--Arianne's specifically--he could tell something was going on. Nudging Jack, he pointed them out.
"Well, what's goin' on 'ere, then?" Jack whispered before shouting, "Oi! Miss Bailey!"
A smile lit up Arianne's features as she called back, "Mister Sparrow!" She glanced down at Amos' hand still on her arm--neither Will nor Jack missed this--and he let go, and returned to his friends, what could only be anger stiffening his stride.
Arianne hurried over, and Will couldn't help but notice her beauty. He had never seen her up close wearing anything but men's clothing, and he had to admit she was absolutely gorgeous. Her big blue eyes, her golden hair, half her breasts...Shaking his head to clear the fog and to take his gaze away from her chest, he looked up.
"Mister Turner," she said courteously, curtsying to him, lowering her long lashes.
"Miss Bailey," he returned, removing his hat from his head in a flourish and holding out his right hand to her. She placed her own in his and he lightly kissed it before releasing it--but not before he noticed that calluses were starting to form on her hand from the sword practices. He couldn't say why, but he found this immensely attractive. Also, the bow allowed him to look at her breasts again--they were nearly falling out!--and he closed his eyes, wondering where these feelings were coming from all of a sudden. He was married, after all, he shouldn't be thinking things like this! Although a certain party in the marriage apparently already was, he thought wryly.
Rising from his bow, he saw that her cheeks had turned a pretty crimson, and wondered why that could be.
Jack, of course, noticed all, from Will's astonishment at the sight of her to his wandering eyes to Arianne's blush at the kiss on her hand. Smiling, he began to stroke his bearded chin again. As Arianne arose, she looked longingly at Will--who had looked elsewhere, and so missed this glance--for no more than a second before turning to Jack, the smile appearing on her face once more.
"How good it is to see you again, Jack!" she said delightedly. "I wasn't expecting you back in harbor so early!"
"What, a pirate of me stature goin' agains' 'is word? Nonsense! I told ye I'd be back soon, and here I am! Visiting with old friends!" With this he clapped an arm around Will's shoulder, and Will, looking somewhat startled, smiled rather dazedly at him.
"I can't thank you enough for convincing Mister Turner here to teach me, Jack, I don't know what I would do with my afternoons without the lessons," she said, still smiling.
"Ah, yes, so ye're enjoying the lessons, eh? Good to hear! What say ye both to a walk to me ship?" Jack asked, devious to the end.
Arianne's face fell. "I-I'm sorry, I can't, Jack, I have to meet what will probably be my future husband soon."
At this, Will was somewhat startled. Future husband? Surely she couldn't be old enough--at that he stopped himself. Of course she was old enough. She was 17 now, she was more than old enough. It was amazing she hadn't been married off already. Then he remembered that she liked hanging about the docks in oversized shirts and old patched up pants. Sighing, he wished he had met her before he decided to tell Elizabeth that he loved her at Jack's would-be hanging. What HAD he been thinking? Ah well, the past is gone and there's no going back.
When he finally came back to the present, Arianne was gone and Jack was staring at him, an eyebrow raised in question.
"What now?" Will asked, somewhat confused.
"Well, will ye be there or not?"
"Be where?" He was more confused than ever now.
"At me ship! At 7 o'clock tonight! I swear ye're incredibly dimwitted, 'tis a wonder we got me ship back at all, really," Jack said, his voice full of amusement.
"Oh, oh yes, I'll be there."
"Hadn't ye better be gettin' back to yer shop, boyo?"
"Yes, yes indeed!" Will was so embarrassed, he was late for work. "See you later, Jack!" he called as he hurried back to the blacksmith's shop.
Jack's smile widened even more as he watched Will go off. Will probably didn't even realize that Arianne was going to be there. She had whispered that she could probably get away in the evening and had bid her farewells to Jack and Will, throwing Will an odd look when he didn't respond, and had walked off, presumably to her home. Yes, Jack thought. Yes, this was going quite well indeed.
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Alrighty then! I know I've posted a lot in the past couple days, but it may not always be that way! I switch houses every other week and writer's block will no doubt set in, but I'll try to upload regularly until I get a new job!
Also, thanks very much to my 2 reviewers! ^.^
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Chapter Three: Unexpected Meeting
Arianne nodded and smiled coquettishly at the young man who had tipped his hat to her. It was really quite hot out here, though, she thought to herself. She really didn't understand how everyone could wear all these clothes and not die of the heat! Trying to keep to the shade, she walked along, trying to get a clear view of the harbor to see if the Black Pearl had returned yet. Jack had said that he would be back fairly shortly, but who knew what he meant? The man seemed drunken most of the time, what with that odd walk he had and his strange personality. Her thoughts were interrupted by a jab of pain from the bruises under her corset, but she covered her expression slip almost immediately. Luckily, there was no one around her. She shuddered to think of how many spies Amos had in his friends and briefly wondered if that young man had been one of them...but her musings came to an abrupt halt as a familiar mast came into view.
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"Well, boyo, I better be off. Places to go, people to see, eh?" Jack said with a wink as he stood up.
Will stood up as well. "I'll go with you, if you don't mind, Jack. The work day hasn't even really started yet."
"Well a'right then, ye can come with me! Where is that lovely wife o' yours anyway?" Jack inquired.
"In bed, dreaming, no doubt," Will scowled.
"Ah. Righ' then, off we go!" Jack started off, his drunken swagger making an odd contrast to Will's smooth flowing gait. They left the blacksmith shop in a high humor, Jack occasionally singing snatches of "A Pirate's Life for Me."
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Barely able to conceal her joy, she pasted a demure smile upon her face, and made her way back towards the middle of town, twirling her parasol gaily. As she turned a corner, she barely stopped in time to avoid walking right into Amos and his group of friends. Amos stopped mid-sentence as he caught sight of her. Arianne curtsied prettily, dropping her eyes to the ground as she did so, and made a move to walk on. Amos took her arm in what seemed like a gentlemanly fashion and led her away from the group, but his grip was iron, and behind his sweet brotherly smile, he was gritting his teeth.
"Arianne, darling, what are you doing out today? Don't you have a meeting this afternoon with your hopeful soon-to-be husband?" Amos said in a sugary voice.
"Why yes, Amos, I do, but it is customary for me to take a morning walk, and Mother said it was fine that I do so, providing that I remain away from the docks and I'm back before the appointed time," she replied, voice dripping with honey sweetness. "Mother told me you were walking with your betrothed, dear brother, but unless I am mistaken, none of these are her. Unless she's just as disgraceful as I am, of course. Not to mention incredibly ugly." She threw a smile over her shoulder at the waiting group of men and they smiled in return, the widest of smiles being that of the one who had tipped his hat to her not ten minutes ago.
Amos tightened his grip on her arm, and she almost gasped at the sharp pain that flashed through the bruises he had left when he had hauled her to her feet earlier that morning. As it was, he saw the pain in her eyes and relaxed his grip, a genuine smile of pleasure on his face at her sign of weakness. "Just remember, girl," he whispered, his tone now once more that of anger and disgust, "just remember who is in charge, here, right? And remember I can hurt you even worse than I did this morning."
She glared at him. "Oh indeed, dearest brother. That is your belief, so it must be correct, must it not? Oh I understand you perfectly," she growled at him, her expression still placid.
"Oi! Miss Bailey!" called out a heavily accented voice. Turning her head, she saw who it was, and delight suffused her features.
"Mister Sparrow!" she called out, throwing a meaningful glance to the hand that still gripped her arm. Amos let go, returning to his friends with disgust visible in the curl of his lip. Relieved beyond telling, she hurried over to Jack and his companion,--her heart jumped--Will Turner.
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Will saw them first. Arianne and her brother, Amos. Their faces were pleasant, but by the lines of tension in their bodies--Arianne's specifically--he could tell something was going on. Nudging Jack, he pointed them out.
"Well, what's goin' on 'ere, then?" Jack whispered before shouting, "Oi! Miss Bailey!"
A smile lit up Arianne's features as she called back, "Mister Sparrow!" She glanced down at Amos' hand still on her arm--neither Will nor Jack missed this--and he let go, and returned to his friends, what could only be anger stiffening his stride.
Arianne hurried over, and Will couldn't help but notice her beauty. He had never seen her up close wearing anything but men's clothing, and he had to admit she was absolutely gorgeous. Her big blue eyes, her golden hair, half her breasts...Shaking his head to clear the fog and to take his gaze away from her chest, he looked up.
"Mister Turner," she said courteously, curtsying to him, lowering her long lashes.
"Miss Bailey," he returned, removing his hat from his head in a flourish and holding out his right hand to her. She placed her own in his and he lightly kissed it before releasing it--but not before he noticed that calluses were starting to form on her hand from the sword practices. He couldn't say why, but he found this immensely attractive. Also, the bow allowed him to look at her breasts again--they were nearly falling out!--and he closed his eyes, wondering where these feelings were coming from all of a sudden. He was married, after all, he shouldn't be thinking things like this! Although a certain party in the marriage apparently already was, he thought wryly.
Rising from his bow, he saw that her cheeks had turned a pretty crimson, and wondered why that could be.
Jack, of course, noticed all, from Will's astonishment at the sight of her to his wandering eyes to Arianne's blush at the kiss on her hand. Smiling, he began to stroke his bearded chin again. As Arianne arose, she looked longingly at Will--who had looked elsewhere, and so missed this glance--for no more than a second before turning to Jack, the smile appearing on her face once more.
"How good it is to see you again, Jack!" she said delightedly. "I wasn't expecting you back in harbor so early!"
"What, a pirate of me stature goin' agains' 'is word? Nonsense! I told ye I'd be back soon, and here I am! Visiting with old friends!" With this he clapped an arm around Will's shoulder, and Will, looking somewhat startled, smiled rather dazedly at him.
"I can't thank you enough for convincing Mister Turner here to teach me, Jack, I don't know what I would do with my afternoons without the lessons," she said, still smiling.
"Ah, yes, so ye're enjoying the lessons, eh? Good to hear! What say ye both to a walk to me ship?" Jack asked, devious to the end.
Arianne's face fell. "I-I'm sorry, I can't, Jack, I have to meet what will probably be my future husband soon."
At this, Will was somewhat startled. Future husband? Surely she couldn't be old enough--at that he stopped himself. Of course she was old enough. She was 17 now, she was more than old enough. It was amazing she hadn't been married off already. Then he remembered that she liked hanging about the docks in oversized shirts and old patched up pants. Sighing, he wished he had met her before he decided to tell Elizabeth that he loved her at Jack's would-be hanging. What HAD he been thinking? Ah well, the past is gone and there's no going back.
When he finally came back to the present, Arianne was gone and Jack was staring at him, an eyebrow raised in question.
"What now?" Will asked, somewhat confused.
"Well, will ye be there or not?"
"Be where?" He was more confused than ever now.
"At me ship! At 7 o'clock tonight! I swear ye're incredibly dimwitted, 'tis a wonder we got me ship back at all, really," Jack said, his voice full of amusement.
"Oh, oh yes, I'll be there."
"Hadn't ye better be gettin' back to yer shop, boyo?"
"Yes, yes indeed!" Will was so embarrassed, he was late for work. "See you later, Jack!" he called as he hurried back to the blacksmith's shop.
Jack's smile widened even more as he watched Will go off. Will probably didn't even realize that Arianne was going to be there. She had whispered that she could probably get away in the evening and had bid her farewells to Jack and Will, throwing Will an odd look when he didn't respond, and had walked off, presumably to her home. Yes, Jack thought. Yes, this was going quite well indeed.
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Alrighty then! I know I've posted a lot in the past couple days, but it may not always be that way! I switch houses every other week and writer's block will no doubt set in, but I'll try to upload regularly until I get a new job!
Also, thanks very much to my 2 reviewers! ^.^