://My Mistress
://by Delta Hallihan (FromtheDark)
://Published July 27, 2003
://Pirates of the Caribbean; post 'Curse of the Black Pearl'
://Summary: After the excursion with Captian Sparrow, Will begins to long for the sea dn an offered life of excitement. He feels the need to return to the sea, the pirate's mistress. But Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl are gone, leaving Will to his own inner turmoil. Or are they?
://Warnings: Rated R (Mostly for A/N ^-^)
://Disclaimer: I don't own PotC, savvy? If I did, well then mates, it wouldn't be a Disney movie, if ye get me drift. Nor do I own the song 'Strawberry Sunrise', if I did, then I'd be a bloody 'appy chica.
://Author's Note:
[A/N] O.K, I have a request of people who feel like reading this. What I want to know is if this is somewhat good. I'm not sure as to the direction I want to take this, since it was ment to be a one-shot thing. But I started writing another chapter last night, and yeah. It's kind of turned into a song fic.. this chapter, anyways. But tell me what ye think so far, and I'll ponder yet another chapter/finishing this one, savvy? -scream- DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME! I WILL NOT GO! -is dragged away-
~Two Hours Later~
Phoenix: How was the dentist?
D: Fuck off.
Rydia: Obviously they found something
D: They asked if anything was hurting. OF COURSE IT'S HURTING! YOU'RE STABBING ME IN THE GUMS WITH A FUCKING METAL HOOK!
Phoenix: O.O
Rydia: So, 'nything wrong?
D: Eh, got three cavities, which went from two, to one, then to three. Then I learned that I'm only going to have three wisdom teeth, and one of those is coming in sideways.
Phoenix: Oh well, better than last time.
Rydia: Ahh yes, the wonderful six cavity visit!
D: I seem to have issues with multiples of three. I hate fluoride. I haven't eaten all day! It's dinner time! And I can't eat!
Phoenix: -patpat-
D: I have a new story to tell now ^-^
Rydia: Being?
D: They found a popcorn husk 'neath me gums.
Phoenix: You're kidding?
Rydia: From where?
D: I'm guessing that it was from PotC
Rydia: Which time?
D: I'm guessing the last time, I think I would have noticed it the previous two times, so I'm thinking it was Tuesday or whatever day 'twas.
~Days Later~
D: Whoot!
Oscen: -yawn-
Rydia: -groggy- Is it o'er?
Phoenix: Mwaha! She finally finished the bloody chap'er!
Rydia: Amazing.
D: My brilliance is lost upon ye weak minded souls!
Phoenix: Indeedily!
Rydia: Phoenix, is that all you can say?
Phoenix: No, but someone'll 'urt me if I something smart assed
D: Not I!
Rydia: -snort-
D: Ohh! Now who's unrefined!?
Rydia: Bite me.
D: -bites-
Rydia: Figure of speech! Figure of speech you psychotic bitch!
Phoenix: 'Ey, get it right fer once. She's a psychotic pyro pocket-sized dragon.
D: ^-^ Indeed I am. Now, on with the finished -coughfinallycough- product... Probably need 'nother chapter though... Damn it! Tell me what ye think, savvy? An' sorry 'bout the accents, any 'f ye who've written Jack dialog'll know what I'm talkin' 'bout. And Will's is a tad messed too. Sorry! Don't kill me! Don't sue either! I'm broke, since yesterday, I'm broke.
-----
~ o O . S t r a w b e r r y . S u n r i s e . O o ~
Morning dawned on Port Royal, beautiful as ever. Sphere of flame cast a bloody crimson across sparse tendrils of cloud and vapour; a thick fog having blanketed itself over the harbour. The mist, however, thinned the farther it went from said harbour, snaking it's way through streets like ghastly, skeletal fingers. But the strange weather went unnoticed by most inhabitants of the town, all warm and cozy within their respectful dwellings. Thus, it was easy to miss the few forms that sauntered through the haze.
It would not be difficult to also miss the figure lurking outside of 'Turner's Smithy', previously 'Brown's Blacksmith.' Kohl lined eyes watched had the lone soul within, watched the smith beat minerals into beautiful weapons. But now, those black orbs were concentrated on an inanimate object; the shop's door.
"Damned lock," The man uttered, going as far as to kick said object. This, however, unsteadied the already tipsy man, sending the ruffian flailing to the ground. A foul string of curses, as the pirate scurried back to a verticle position. Another few moments, a sound of triumph as the stubborn lock sprung. Unfortunately, the man had been leaning on the door, and with it's sudden implosion, he was sent sprawling inwards.
"Bloody 'ell!" Curse given in a low growl, as the brute righted himself once more. Silently closing the door, as not to draw any attention, obsidian orbs cast towards one corner, and the sleeping form there upon. A smirk, as the pirate sauntered across the shop, in his unmistakeable gait; hands held in a one-of-a-kind manner.
Captian Jack Sparrow had, once again, found his way into William Turner's blacksmith's shop. Smirk widened, as Jack reached the young man's side. With all his noise, the swashbuckler failed to wake the slumbering soul. "Ne'er did I sees a man sleep as soundly as you, Mate," Jack snorted, though smirk softened to a more genuin grin.
As Jack gazed down at the peaceful features of the slumbering boy, the rogue's thoughts strayed. To the very reason he had returned to Port Royal, in fact. It had to do with Will, of course, or more to the point, a dream involving Will. Sparrow had been having the dream for a near two weeks, and it continued to baffle him.
~
"Where are you going?" William inquired, gazing through sleep-hazed eyes. Jack cast the by one of his most charming smirks, before replying. "Goin' topside, love. Won't be long, jus' want a gander at m'lady 'neath the rising sun," The swashbuckler watched, as the younger fell back amongst pillows and blankets, drifting back into a state of unconscious.
Sparrow sighed, as he pushed a door out of his path. The sun was rising,in all her blazing glory. He smiled, making his swaggering way to the most favoured post; the Pearl's helm.
"Red sunrise..." a soft whisper, as the sphere cast a bloody glow over a drowsing world. 'Red sky at night; sailor's delight. Red sky in morn; sailor's take warning,'
"Aye, storm's abrewin'," Jack spoke aloud, not caring who heard the captian's musings. Not that anyone would, for the Pearl's decks were strangely deserted.
~
"Damned laggards," Jack hissed, dragging a rickety chair beside Will's coverlet. The pirate flopped, unceremoniously, into the perch, casually resting book-clad feet on the edge of the unconscious man's bed.
~
Jack watched as the sun continued to rise above azurite horizon, when a soft voice began to lamment.
"So many hearts,
I chase them all away,
'Cause I've been too high,
So let me down and take away the pain,
Then leave me to die"
The freebooter whirled, only to find a young girl standing not five feet away. Black eyes narrowed, as they studied the petite form. Long, slightly wavy tresses of rich ebony extended down to the girl's midback, while sorrow-flled orbs of green-flecked blue gazed out over the water. Flesh was the colour of pale sand, making the child look very much like a porcelain doll.
As if sensing the buccaneer's gaze, the little girl turned to face the infamous captian. A smile spread across the angellic features, as emerald flecked sapphires met obsidian. "'Allo there. Lovely morning, isn't it?" the child inquired, completely oblivious as to whose presense she now stood in. Orbs narrowed even more, as the captian of the Black Pearl glared down at the youth. "Who're ye, lass? I'm sure yer parents be worrying 'bout ye by now, aye?"
"Don't worry, sir. My parents know where I am," the child replied, jade-flecked orbs flitting back to stare across vast expanse of liquid. "Alright then, how'd ye come to be 'board me Pearl?"
"Sir, 'ave you ever 'eard the expression 'Curiousity killed the cat?'" Sparrow sighed, deciding to humor the child with his reply. "Indeed I 'ave. But yer forge'ing the ending, love. 'Satisfaction brought 'im back.'" The little girl smiled, though attention never wavered from the rising sun.
"I believe you've finally got it, Jack."
~
How did the runt know his name? Jack sighed, he'd been doing that a lot lately, and shifted into a more comfortable position. Will stirred, causing the picaroon's breathing to falter. When the boy failed to wake, Jack released the held breath, and turned his attention inwards.
It was usually then, that he would wake, to nothing other than the rising sun. A soft groan sounded at the buccaneer's side, breaking through the pleasant solitude of thought. The mere sight of the groggy, blinking boy brought another smirk to the captain's face.
"Mornin' mate. Sleep well I gather, nothing could've waked ye. God knows, I tried," The ruffian offered another smirk, before hastily removing his feet from Will's coverlet, due to a grumpy swipe by said person.
"Why're ye 'ere, Jack?" William was still trying to push the lingering effects of alcohol from his mind, having taken to the bottle the previous night after hours of pounding minerals into some semblance of shape. Half lidded, dark orbs watched as the older stood, stretching before sauntering about the blacksmiths shop.
Jack Sparrow hadn't changed much, in Will's opinion. At least, outwardly. Obsidian locks still threaded with bangles, baubles and trinkets, topped off with faded red bandana and three point hat. White shirt, faintly soiled by exposure to the sea, and sun; black pants still with a thin layer of salt. The swashbuckler's skin was still tanned to a perfect shade of bronze, orbs with the characteristic lines of smudged kohl.
Jack turned, smirk tugging at the edge of slightly chapped lips even more. Black spheres noted the scrutiny he was undergoing, and matched that chocolate gaze head on. A chuckle was given, when Will finally realized, if a tad late, that his study was no longer unnoticed.
"Ye asked what I was doing 'ere? Jus' checking up on you, lad. Makin' sure you ain't done nothin' ... stupid." A flair of the hands, fingers curling towards palms near the middle of the sentence, before slowly expanding once more. Classic Jack Sparrow.
"And 'ere I was, thinking you'd lost you're sharp tongue, Jack Sparrow." Will replied, attention now directed to untangling lithe frame from cloth. With an surprised gasp, the boy finally pulled the last of it free, only to wind up flat on his face, nose buried in the floor's dust. A snort from behind caused the young smith to growl, before bringing palms to a more steadied post. Another surprised sound, when strong arms wound their way beneath the grounded man, easily hauling the smith to his feet.
"Cap'n, Cap'n! Can't you people e'er 'member that?" Sparrow grunted, one hand flailing, it's partner taken to dusting the smaller of the two bodies off. Will muttered a short and gruff 'thanks,' before stumbling towards the mule that also inhabited shop. "Now now, no need to be curt with me, Mate." The confident look on Jack's face faltered momentarily, gaze shifted away from Will.
"Don't you know that the Commodore's still after you?" Will continued, chalking the uncharacteristic behavior up to his own imaginings. "Indeed I do, love. But yer forge'ing one thing," the pirate took a few steps away, before turning on one heel, "I'm Cap'n Jack Sparrow. Savvy?" The old Jack reappeared, mention of his title voice rose a pitch higher, developing a very cocky air.
"Right, o' course. Anyways, you ne'er answered my question. Why're you 'ere?" Will persisted, having found a clean, white shirt. With one swift movement, the young smith pulled it over his shoulders and went about buttoning it, while waiting for the pirate's reply, his back to the other.
"To tell ye the truth, love, I'm not really sure why'm 'ere," Will whirled around, the uncertain tone in which Jack had replied confused the young man to no end. "So, you don't know?"
"What, 'as Cotton's parrot found 'is way in 'ere? I jus' told ye that, boy," Will blushed at being reprimanded, diverting his face from the other. ''E looks like a child, so innocent,' Jack thought, as he closed the distance between them once more.
"Ac'ually Mate, I was won'ering if I could speak with ye 'bout something.."
[A/N]
It's done! It's done! Yay! Wait, didn't I already say that? Oh well. 'Nyways, tell me what ye think and if I should continue... since I kinda left it in an obvious 'To be continued' mode. I finished it though! I wrote one sentence an' 'twas finished! ^^ Review por favor.
::Add-On::
Just a little note, I've made a roleplay site for Pirates of the Caribbean, or jus' Pirate roleplays in general. If you are interested in joining, then go to http://www.avidgamers.com/CarmesiCristali/ -Currently under construction-
Whoot! Carmesà Cristalino 'as a new layout! It looks good, I urge you to check it out. And as me friend A would say, I am officially 'flauntlessly promoting' the site.... at least, I think that's what she said... We were kind of..... Yeah, no comment. Oh well, 'twas fun.
-Delta
://by Delta Hallihan (FromtheDark)
://Published July 27, 2003
://Pirates of the Caribbean; post 'Curse of the Black Pearl'
://Summary: After the excursion with Captian Sparrow, Will begins to long for the sea dn an offered life of excitement. He feels the need to return to the sea, the pirate's mistress. But Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl are gone, leaving Will to his own inner turmoil. Or are they?
://Warnings: Rated R (Mostly for A/N ^-^)
://Disclaimer: I don't own PotC, savvy? If I did, well then mates, it wouldn't be a Disney movie, if ye get me drift. Nor do I own the song 'Strawberry Sunrise', if I did, then I'd be a bloody 'appy chica.
://Author's Note:
[A/N] O.K, I have a request of people who feel like reading this. What I want to know is if this is somewhat good. I'm not sure as to the direction I want to take this, since it was ment to be a one-shot thing. But I started writing another chapter last night, and yeah. It's kind of turned into a song fic.. this chapter, anyways. But tell me what ye think so far, and I'll ponder yet another chapter/finishing this one, savvy? -scream- DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME! I WILL NOT GO! -is dragged away-
~Two Hours Later~
Phoenix: How was the dentist?
D: Fuck off.
Rydia: Obviously they found something
D: They asked if anything was hurting. OF COURSE IT'S HURTING! YOU'RE STABBING ME IN THE GUMS WITH A FUCKING METAL HOOK!
Phoenix: O.O
Rydia: So, 'nything wrong?
D: Eh, got three cavities, which went from two, to one, then to three. Then I learned that I'm only going to have three wisdom teeth, and one of those is coming in sideways.
Phoenix: Oh well, better than last time.
Rydia: Ahh yes, the wonderful six cavity visit!
D: I seem to have issues with multiples of three. I hate fluoride. I haven't eaten all day! It's dinner time! And I can't eat!
Phoenix: -patpat-
D: I have a new story to tell now ^-^
Rydia: Being?
D: They found a popcorn husk 'neath me gums.
Phoenix: You're kidding?
Rydia: From where?
D: I'm guessing that it was from PotC
Rydia: Which time?
D: I'm guessing the last time, I think I would have noticed it the previous two times, so I'm thinking it was Tuesday or whatever day 'twas.
~Days Later~
D: Whoot!
Oscen: -yawn-
Rydia: -groggy- Is it o'er?
Phoenix: Mwaha! She finally finished the bloody chap'er!
Rydia: Amazing.
D: My brilliance is lost upon ye weak minded souls!
Phoenix: Indeedily!
Rydia: Phoenix, is that all you can say?
Phoenix: No, but someone'll 'urt me if I something smart assed
D: Not I!
Rydia: -snort-
D: Ohh! Now who's unrefined!?
Rydia: Bite me.
D: -bites-
Rydia: Figure of speech! Figure of speech you psychotic bitch!
Phoenix: 'Ey, get it right fer once. She's a psychotic pyro pocket-sized dragon.
D: ^-^ Indeed I am. Now, on with the finished -coughfinallycough- product... Probably need 'nother chapter though... Damn it! Tell me what ye think, savvy? An' sorry 'bout the accents, any 'f ye who've written Jack dialog'll know what I'm talkin' 'bout. And Will's is a tad messed too. Sorry! Don't kill me! Don't sue either! I'm broke, since yesterday, I'm broke.
-----
~ o O . S t r a w b e r r y . S u n r i s e . O o ~
Morning dawned on Port Royal, beautiful as ever. Sphere of flame cast a bloody crimson across sparse tendrils of cloud and vapour; a thick fog having blanketed itself over the harbour. The mist, however, thinned the farther it went from said harbour, snaking it's way through streets like ghastly, skeletal fingers. But the strange weather went unnoticed by most inhabitants of the town, all warm and cozy within their respectful dwellings. Thus, it was easy to miss the few forms that sauntered through the haze.
It would not be difficult to also miss the figure lurking outside of 'Turner's Smithy', previously 'Brown's Blacksmith.' Kohl lined eyes watched had the lone soul within, watched the smith beat minerals into beautiful weapons. But now, those black orbs were concentrated on an inanimate object; the shop's door.
"Damned lock," The man uttered, going as far as to kick said object. This, however, unsteadied the already tipsy man, sending the ruffian flailing to the ground. A foul string of curses, as the pirate scurried back to a verticle position. Another few moments, a sound of triumph as the stubborn lock sprung. Unfortunately, the man had been leaning on the door, and with it's sudden implosion, he was sent sprawling inwards.
"Bloody 'ell!" Curse given in a low growl, as the brute righted himself once more. Silently closing the door, as not to draw any attention, obsidian orbs cast towards one corner, and the sleeping form there upon. A smirk, as the pirate sauntered across the shop, in his unmistakeable gait; hands held in a one-of-a-kind manner.
Captian Jack Sparrow had, once again, found his way into William Turner's blacksmith's shop. Smirk widened, as Jack reached the young man's side. With all his noise, the swashbuckler failed to wake the slumbering soul. "Ne'er did I sees a man sleep as soundly as you, Mate," Jack snorted, though smirk softened to a more genuin grin.
As Jack gazed down at the peaceful features of the slumbering boy, the rogue's thoughts strayed. To the very reason he had returned to Port Royal, in fact. It had to do with Will, of course, or more to the point, a dream involving Will. Sparrow had been having the dream for a near two weeks, and it continued to baffle him.
~
"Where are you going?" William inquired, gazing through sleep-hazed eyes. Jack cast the by one of his most charming smirks, before replying. "Goin' topside, love. Won't be long, jus' want a gander at m'lady 'neath the rising sun," The swashbuckler watched, as the younger fell back amongst pillows and blankets, drifting back into a state of unconscious.
Sparrow sighed, as he pushed a door out of his path. The sun was rising,in all her blazing glory. He smiled, making his swaggering way to the most favoured post; the Pearl's helm.
"Red sunrise..." a soft whisper, as the sphere cast a bloody glow over a drowsing world. 'Red sky at night; sailor's delight. Red sky in morn; sailor's take warning,'
"Aye, storm's abrewin'," Jack spoke aloud, not caring who heard the captian's musings. Not that anyone would, for the Pearl's decks were strangely deserted.
~
"Damned laggards," Jack hissed, dragging a rickety chair beside Will's coverlet. The pirate flopped, unceremoniously, into the perch, casually resting book-clad feet on the edge of the unconscious man's bed.
~
Jack watched as the sun continued to rise above azurite horizon, when a soft voice began to lamment.
"So many hearts,
I chase them all away,
'Cause I've been too high,
So let me down and take away the pain,
Then leave me to die"
The freebooter whirled, only to find a young girl standing not five feet away. Black eyes narrowed, as they studied the petite form. Long, slightly wavy tresses of rich ebony extended down to the girl's midback, while sorrow-flled orbs of green-flecked blue gazed out over the water. Flesh was the colour of pale sand, making the child look very much like a porcelain doll.
As if sensing the buccaneer's gaze, the little girl turned to face the infamous captian. A smile spread across the angellic features, as emerald flecked sapphires met obsidian. "'Allo there. Lovely morning, isn't it?" the child inquired, completely oblivious as to whose presense she now stood in. Orbs narrowed even more, as the captian of the Black Pearl glared down at the youth. "Who're ye, lass? I'm sure yer parents be worrying 'bout ye by now, aye?"
"Don't worry, sir. My parents know where I am," the child replied, jade-flecked orbs flitting back to stare across vast expanse of liquid. "Alright then, how'd ye come to be 'board me Pearl?"
"Sir, 'ave you ever 'eard the expression 'Curiousity killed the cat?'" Sparrow sighed, deciding to humor the child with his reply. "Indeed I 'ave. But yer forge'ing the ending, love. 'Satisfaction brought 'im back.'" The little girl smiled, though attention never wavered from the rising sun.
"I believe you've finally got it, Jack."
~
How did the runt know his name? Jack sighed, he'd been doing that a lot lately, and shifted into a more comfortable position. Will stirred, causing the picaroon's breathing to falter. When the boy failed to wake, Jack released the held breath, and turned his attention inwards.
It was usually then, that he would wake, to nothing other than the rising sun. A soft groan sounded at the buccaneer's side, breaking through the pleasant solitude of thought. The mere sight of the groggy, blinking boy brought another smirk to the captain's face.
"Mornin' mate. Sleep well I gather, nothing could've waked ye. God knows, I tried," The ruffian offered another smirk, before hastily removing his feet from Will's coverlet, due to a grumpy swipe by said person.
"Why're ye 'ere, Jack?" William was still trying to push the lingering effects of alcohol from his mind, having taken to the bottle the previous night after hours of pounding minerals into some semblance of shape. Half lidded, dark orbs watched as the older stood, stretching before sauntering about the blacksmiths shop.
Jack Sparrow hadn't changed much, in Will's opinion. At least, outwardly. Obsidian locks still threaded with bangles, baubles and trinkets, topped off with faded red bandana and three point hat. White shirt, faintly soiled by exposure to the sea, and sun; black pants still with a thin layer of salt. The swashbuckler's skin was still tanned to a perfect shade of bronze, orbs with the characteristic lines of smudged kohl.
Jack turned, smirk tugging at the edge of slightly chapped lips even more. Black spheres noted the scrutiny he was undergoing, and matched that chocolate gaze head on. A chuckle was given, when Will finally realized, if a tad late, that his study was no longer unnoticed.
"Ye asked what I was doing 'ere? Jus' checking up on you, lad. Makin' sure you ain't done nothin' ... stupid." A flair of the hands, fingers curling towards palms near the middle of the sentence, before slowly expanding once more. Classic Jack Sparrow.
"And 'ere I was, thinking you'd lost you're sharp tongue, Jack Sparrow." Will replied, attention now directed to untangling lithe frame from cloth. With an surprised gasp, the boy finally pulled the last of it free, only to wind up flat on his face, nose buried in the floor's dust. A snort from behind caused the young smith to growl, before bringing palms to a more steadied post. Another surprised sound, when strong arms wound their way beneath the grounded man, easily hauling the smith to his feet.
"Cap'n, Cap'n! Can't you people e'er 'member that?" Sparrow grunted, one hand flailing, it's partner taken to dusting the smaller of the two bodies off. Will muttered a short and gruff 'thanks,' before stumbling towards the mule that also inhabited shop. "Now now, no need to be curt with me, Mate." The confident look on Jack's face faltered momentarily, gaze shifted away from Will.
"Don't you know that the Commodore's still after you?" Will continued, chalking the uncharacteristic behavior up to his own imaginings. "Indeed I do, love. But yer forge'ing one thing," the pirate took a few steps away, before turning on one heel, "I'm Cap'n Jack Sparrow. Savvy?" The old Jack reappeared, mention of his title voice rose a pitch higher, developing a very cocky air.
"Right, o' course. Anyways, you ne'er answered my question. Why're you 'ere?" Will persisted, having found a clean, white shirt. With one swift movement, the young smith pulled it over his shoulders and went about buttoning it, while waiting for the pirate's reply, his back to the other.
"To tell ye the truth, love, I'm not really sure why'm 'ere," Will whirled around, the uncertain tone in which Jack had replied confused the young man to no end. "So, you don't know?"
"What, 'as Cotton's parrot found 'is way in 'ere? I jus' told ye that, boy," Will blushed at being reprimanded, diverting his face from the other. ''E looks like a child, so innocent,' Jack thought, as he closed the distance between them once more.
"Ac'ually Mate, I was won'ering if I could speak with ye 'bout something.."
[A/N]
It's done! It's done! Yay! Wait, didn't I already say that? Oh well. 'Nyways, tell me what ye think and if I should continue... since I kinda left it in an obvious 'To be continued' mode. I finished it though! I wrote one sentence an' 'twas finished! ^^ Review por favor.
::Add-On::
Just a little note, I've made a roleplay site for Pirates of the Caribbean, or jus' Pirate roleplays in general. If you are interested in joining, then go to http://www.avidgamers.com/CarmesiCristali/ -Currently under construction-
Whoot! Carmesà Cristalino 'as a new layout! It looks good, I urge you to check it out. And as me friend A would say, I am officially 'flauntlessly promoting' the site.... at least, I think that's what she said... We were kind of..... Yeah, no comment. Oh well, 'twas fun.
-Delta
