Disclaimer: I own nothing dealing with Pirates of the Caribbean, however I did create the new co-starring character that will become responsible for a good portion of this story.
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Will shuffled his feet as he walked across cobblestone and down the busy streets. His step held a slight bounce as he imagined to himself a tale of piracy on the sea. The idea intrigued him, of course. Was he not the son of William "Bootstrap Bill" Turner? He had to admit to himself that he had enjoyed his stay in the company of pirates. Not to say that he liked the part of being held captive by the undead or the part of nearing the point of death a few too many times, but he rather did care for the sword fights.
He pushed open the door to the Blacksmith's shop and was startled when he was suddenly grabbed by the collar. He scanned the room quickly for a weapon. He was surprised to find that all of the swords had been collected and laid in a pile on the far corner of the room. More than confused, he spun to face his attacker, ripping his shirt in the process.
The dark featured face of a familiarly cocky pirate was grinning back at Will. "Dreadfully sorry about the shirt, lad," he greeted.
"Jack!" Will exclaimed in a cheerful tone, but his happy expression soon changed as he swung at Jack's face with his fist. "What in the bloody hell did you think you were doing?!"
"I didn't want to have to beat you in another sword fight," Jack stated simply. "So, I put all of your nifty little swords over there."
"You cheated last time," Will muttered, annoyed. Jack sighed heavily as he decided not to explain again his reasons for foul play. "And you didn't have to rip my shirt!" he whined and proceeded to shake Jack's hand off of his torn shirt collar.
"You ripped your own shirt. How was I supposed to know you'd violently turn around, swinging?" Jack threw up his arms in the air, already getting into a petty argument with the boy. He was like pesky younger brother, but then again Jack wouldn't know. He was an only child. "So, Will, you and your bonnie lass, are you two ready for another journey with Captain Jack Sparrow?" he asked, growing impatient.
Will eyed him skeptically with single eyebrow raised. "Why don't you tell me about it?"
"Trust me boy, if I had enough time to do so, I would." He swayed both his head and arms along with his words. "Unfortunately though, the royal guard will soon be finding pirates amongst them, and I myself would much like to avoid that. I will tell you one thing, though. It seems as if," he paused dramatically, "your father is back."
Will's skeptical expression only deepened. "He's back? Back from where? I thought he died." He folded his arms across his chest, which was now partially exposed through the torn material that had covered him before its tearing. Jack was growing further impatient.
"I don't know where he's been!" he shouted, rolling his eyes, "but apparently he hasn't died and is back from the place that he has been throughout the past decade or so." He groaned. "Well, I know for a fact that Elizabeth will want to join me, and the way I understand it is wherever she travels you follow. So, gather what you need, and meet me in front of the Pearl when you're ready to leave. I had hoped to sail before sunset."
Despite the fact that his heart rate was quickening at the prospect of sailing with Jack again, Will remained defiant. "What makes you think that we can just up and leave?"
"Oh please," Jack spat. "You did it last time, did you not?" Surrendering, Will nodded once in agreement. Jack continued, "Very well then, be sure to hurry." With that said, he turned and exited the shop, hoping to stock up some more rum before departing yet again.
Will stared after him for a moment, and then he hopped to the pile of swords. After tossing many of them to the side, he came upon one with a sharply sparkling, long blade and a gold encrusted handle with sapphire stones embedded into the grip, his favorite toy. He also pulled out a shorter sword, fully silver in color aside from the emeralds studding the hand loop. Unable to betray his heritage, Will had taken the expensive jewels and metals used to make the swords from Isla de Muerta. That and Elizabeth, he thought to himself, was all he'd be needing.
At the governor's house, where Elizabeth still resided, she was pleasantly surprised when Will showed up at the door. It wasn't until she saw the swords in his hand, though, that she became overly anxious to hear what he had to say.
The servant who had answered the door walked away and Will quickly glanced past Elizabeth to make sure no one was around to hear what he had to say. Then, once he was sure that they were in secrecy, he cornered Elizabeth into the wall, putting his palm against it in the spot right next to her head. She giggled. "So wanton, Will."
He removed his hand from the wall and placed a finger to her lips in order to quiet her. In all seriousness he went on to say, "You'll have your adventure, milady." He paused for just a moment to take in the joy he saw flooding her face. "Quickly, run up stairs and get your things. We leave as soon as we can."
She was grinning from ear to ear. "Did you commandeer a ship?" she asked eagerly.
Will wanted to answer affirmative, but he couldn't lie. "Jack's here."
"Jack?!" She nearly squealed as if she were a little girl once again. Without a second thought, she ran up the stairs, racing to her bedroom. He watched her do so, a smug look upon his face. It thrilled him to see her so happy, and it heightened his level of anticipation as well.
Will would swear that all he did was blink, but when he opened his eyes Elizabeth had appeared at the top of the stairs. She was the quickest woman in all the Caribbean to have prepared herself in such a short amount of time. In her hands, she tightly gripped a velvet bag. "Ready," she whispered, reaching Will at the foot of the stairs.
"Ready for what?" The voice of a third party in their conversation scared both Will and Elizabeth into thinking their journey would be over before it even began. They saw Governor Swann standing in the doorway with a questioning stance.
Pausing only for a split second to think of a lie, Elizabeth responded, "A walk, daddy. Will and I are going for a walk." She smiled nervously at him, hoping he would be ignorant enough.
"Very well, then," he told her. "Will, I trust you'll take care of her?"
Will eyed the governor with his brow furrowed. Was it possible that Elizabeth's father did know what was going on and was fine with it? After all, Will was standing with two swords in hand and Elizabeth with a traveling bag. How could it not have looked suspicious? "I shall do my best," he finally answered.
"He'll do more than his best," Elizabeth added, casting a thoughtful sidelong glance in Will's direction. "He always does." Will smiled back at her. She walked over to her father and kissed him on the cheek, whispering, "Goodbye, daddy."
"Farwell, dear," was the governor's reply as he saw the young couple to the door.
Their minds were alive with the activity. Neither of them had said a word as they walked through the town at a quick pace, but Will stopped just before they reached the docks.
"I have something for you," he said. Elizabeth's twinkling eye landed on the swords at Will's side, and seeing this, he handed her the shorter of the two.
Her cheeks lifted and her grin widened. "Will, it's absolutely stunning! You made this?" She glowed as she examined the silver sword, tracing the emeralds with her finger.
"Well, yes," he answered, a modest, yet pleased smile spreading across his face.
"You do realize, then, that you're going to have to teach me to fight." She looked up at him, smirking deviously.
"It is as you wish it to be," he spoke to her and she quickly planted a kiss on his lips.
"Come along, now," she urged him, taking his arm in her free hand and pulling him along behind her. They reached the docks and Elizabeth ran, still pulling Will behind her, past the various people and through the small crowds. "There she is," Elizabeth breathed wistfully when they were standing before Jack's ship. "Now, help me up." Will did just as she requested and soon enough the two of them were aboard the Pearl.
"Aye, Will, Elizabeth," Gibbs addressed them in fashion, nodding his head at the both of them. His vision traveled from one to the other and then back again. "Where is Jack? We had best be leavin' now."
"What do you mean by that? Jack's not here?" Will asked, but before he could finish getting out his last word a shout was heard loud and clear from just down the dock.
"TAKE YOU WITH ME?!" Jack bellowed, staring at the girl before him, the same girl who had yelled at him earlier for causing the loss of her barrel. He was returning with the rum when she attacked him with her request. "You've got to be kidding me. I already have a woman on board," he paused. "Make that two, rather. I don't need another."
"But you have to!" she demanded, tossing her hands in the air, which only made Jack all the more furious. So, it was a battle of hand gestures, was it? "Without my things that were in that barrel, I cannot get off this blasted port!"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, I had papers in there that stated I was to be given a boat-" Jack rudely interrupted her.
"Who keeps important papers in a barrel?!"
The girl ignored him and continued, "Without them, the blasted man won't give it to me. He says he can't be sure it's been paid for."
"Where is it you believe I'm going that you wish to be taken to?" Jack was calming down, but he still appeared greatly annoyed.
"I have to go to the isle of St. Lucia."
"And why is it you have to go there?" He liked being the interrogator, rather than the interrogatee. It gave him a sense of power that he quite enjoyed.
"Does it matter?"
"Treasure!" he exploded, unable to contain himself, "There's treasure, isn't there?"
"Not exactly," she admitted, "but I have to meet someone there. This is very important too. I'm sure you'd understand that, considering you knew Bootstrap as well."
Becoming all the more interested in this girl, Jack surrendered. "Alright, you can have passage on my ship, but we must continue this once aboard. There is no time to be wasted here for fear of piracy being discovered." He turned to head for his ship, but stopped upon realizing he didn't even know this girl's name. "Your name, lass, what is it?" he asked, looking at her from over his shoulder.
"Rebecca," she admitted, "Rebecca Turner."
Rolling his eyes, Jack walked off toward the Pearl. "You have much explaining to be doing."
"Who said I have to tell you anything?" she protested and took a hold of his arm, stopping him in his tracks. He pulled her delicate but strong hand off of him.
"Rule number one, no touching, savvy?" He continued to walk. "And I said you had to tell me everything, remember? I'll be your captain from here on, and you have no choice but to follow orders or be tossed overboard." She groaned but hurried to catch up with him. They arrived in front of the ship, and Jack motioned for her to board ahead of him. "Ladies first." His mouth transformed into a mock grin to match his tone. Rebecca rolled her eyes and did as he liked. Jack snickered to himself before slapping her behind. He had been wanting to do so ever since he first saw her.
She gasped and spun around, connecting her fist with his eye. "You! What the in hell's name are you thinking?! I may be a lady, but I can beat you in any fight any day." Shocked beyond words, Jack was rubbing his eye. It hurt like a mother… "And what happened to rule number one!"
Although slightly hunched over, Jack's eye didn't stop him from retorting, "That was your rule, not mine. I can do as I please." Then, he straightened up and in a sing song voice he added, "I'm the captain!"
"God!" Rebecca shouted, and stepped onto the Pearl's deck. Jack followed her, well aware of the crew and the couple who was staring at him and Rebecca.
"Yes, God, let us all praise him," Jack muttered sarcastically under his breath. He then turned to the crew, Will, and Elizabeth, addressing everyone in a heightened volume. "Everyone, this is Rebecca. Devil of a woman as she is, she is going be joining us to St. Lucia."
Anna Maria's shrill voice soon flooded his ears. "What 'appened to Trinidad?" Jack was feeling the beginnings of an oncoming headache. He needed his rum, and he needed it now.
"It's still there, but we're going to St. Lucia. I'm under the influence that it is of a greater importance to us." Everyone looked about, just standing there staring. Jack was further annoyed by this and shouted. "What are you bloody doing?! GET TO WORK!"
Soon enough, they were sailing away from Port Royal, headed in the direction of St. Lucia.
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Will shuffled his feet as he walked across cobblestone and down the busy streets. His step held a slight bounce as he imagined to himself a tale of piracy on the sea. The idea intrigued him, of course. Was he not the son of William "Bootstrap Bill" Turner? He had to admit to himself that he had enjoyed his stay in the company of pirates. Not to say that he liked the part of being held captive by the undead or the part of nearing the point of death a few too many times, but he rather did care for the sword fights.
He pushed open the door to the Blacksmith's shop and was startled when he was suddenly grabbed by the collar. He scanned the room quickly for a weapon. He was surprised to find that all of the swords had been collected and laid in a pile on the far corner of the room. More than confused, he spun to face his attacker, ripping his shirt in the process.
The dark featured face of a familiarly cocky pirate was grinning back at Will. "Dreadfully sorry about the shirt, lad," he greeted.
"Jack!" Will exclaimed in a cheerful tone, but his happy expression soon changed as he swung at Jack's face with his fist. "What in the bloody hell did you think you were doing?!"
"I didn't want to have to beat you in another sword fight," Jack stated simply. "So, I put all of your nifty little swords over there."
"You cheated last time," Will muttered, annoyed. Jack sighed heavily as he decided not to explain again his reasons for foul play. "And you didn't have to rip my shirt!" he whined and proceeded to shake Jack's hand off of his torn shirt collar.
"You ripped your own shirt. How was I supposed to know you'd violently turn around, swinging?" Jack threw up his arms in the air, already getting into a petty argument with the boy. He was like pesky younger brother, but then again Jack wouldn't know. He was an only child. "So, Will, you and your bonnie lass, are you two ready for another journey with Captain Jack Sparrow?" he asked, growing impatient.
Will eyed him skeptically with single eyebrow raised. "Why don't you tell me about it?"
"Trust me boy, if I had enough time to do so, I would." He swayed both his head and arms along with his words. "Unfortunately though, the royal guard will soon be finding pirates amongst them, and I myself would much like to avoid that. I will tell you one thing, though. It seems as if," he paused dramatically, "your father is back."
Will's skeptical expression only deepened. "He's back? Back from where? I thought he died." He folded his arms across his chest, which was now partially exposed through the torn material that had covered him before its tearing. Jack was growing further impatient.
"I don't know where he's been!" he shouted, rolling his eyes, "but apparently he hasn't died and is back from the place that he has been throughout the past decade or so." He groaned. "Well, I know for a fact that Elizabeth will want to join me, and the way I understand it is wherever she travels you follow. So, gather what you need, and meet me in front of the Pearl when you're ready to leave. I had hoped to sail before sunset."
Despite the fact that his heart rate was quickening at the prospect of sailing with Jack again, Will remained defiant. "What makes you think that we can just up and leave?"
"Oh please," Jack spat. "You did it last time, did you not?" Surrendering, Will nodded once in agreement. Jack continued, "Very well then, be sure to hurry." With that said, he turned and exited the shop, hoping to stock up some more rum before departing yet again.
Will stared after him for a moment, and then he hopped to the pile of swords. After tossing many of them to the side, he came upon one with a sharply sparkling, long blade and a gold encrusted handle with sapphire stones embedded into the grip, his favorite toy. He also pulled out a shorter sword, fully silver in color aside from the emeralds studding the hand loop. Unable to betray his heritage, Will had taken the expensive jewels and metals used to make the swords from Isla de Muerta. That and Elizabeth, he thought to himself, was all he'd be needing.
At the governor's house, where Elizabeth still resided, she was pleasantly surprised when Will showed up at the door. It wasn't until she saw the swords in his hand, though, that she became overly anxious to hear what he had to say.
The servant who had answered the door walked away and Will quickly glanced past Elizabeth to make sure no one was around to hear what he had to say. Then, once he was sure that they were in secrecy, he cornered Elizabeth into the wall, putting his palm against it in the spot right next to her head. She giggled. "So wanton, Will."
He removed his hand from the wall and placed a finger to her lips in order to quiet her. In all seriousness he went on to say, "You'll have your adventure, milady." He paused for just a moment to take in the joy he saw flooding her face. "Quickly, run up stairs and get your things. We leave as soon as we can."
She was grinning from ear to ear. "Did you commandeer a ship?" she asked eagerly.
Will wanted to answer affirmative, but he couldn't lie. "Jack's here."
"Jack?!" She nearly squealed as if she were a little girl once again. Without a second thought, she ran up the stairs, racing to her bedroom. He watched her do so, a smug look upon his face. It thrilled him to see her so happy, and it heightened his level of anticipation as well.
Will would swear that all he did was blink, but when he opened his eyes Elizabeth had appeared at the top of the stairs. She was the quickest woman in all the Caribbean to have prepared herself in such a short amount of time. In her hands, she tightly gripped a velvet bag. "Ready," she whispered, reaching Will at the foot of the stairs.
"Ready for what?" The voice of a third party in their conversation scared both Will and Elizabeth into thinking their journey would be over before it even began. They saw Governor Swann standing in the doorway with a questioning stance.
Pausing only for a split second to think of a lie, Elizabeth responded, "A walk, daddy. Will and I are going for a walk." She smiled nervously at him, hoping he would be ignorant enough.
"Very well, then," he told her. "Will, I trust you'll take care of her?"
Will eyed the governor with his brow furrowed. Was it possible that Elizabeth's father did know what was going on and was fine with it? After all, Will was standing with two swords in hand and Elizabeth with a traveling bag. How could it not have looked suspicious? "I shall do my best," he finally answered.
"He'll do more than his best," Elizabeth added, casting a thoughtful sidelong glance in Will's direction. "He always does." Will smiled back at her. She walked over to her father and kissed him on the cheek, whispering, "Goodbye, daddy."
"Farwell, dear," was the governor's reply as he saw the young couple to the door.
Their minds were alive with the activity. Neither of them had said a word as they walked through the town at a quick pace, but Will stopped just before they reached the docks.
"I have something for you," he said. Elizabeth's twinkling eye landed on the swords at Will's side, and seeing this, he handed her the shorter of the two.
Her cheeks lifted and her grin widened. "Will, it's absolutely stunning! You made this?" She glowed as she examined the silver sword, tracing the emeralds with her finger.
"Well, yes," he answered, a modest, yet pleased smile spreading across his face.
"You do realize, then, that you're going to have to teach me to fight." She looked up at him, smirking deviously.
"It is as you wish it to be," he spoke to her and she quickly planted a kiss on his lips.
"Come along, now," she urged him, taking his arm in her free hand and pulling him along behind her. They reached the docks and Elizabeth ran, still pulling Will behind her, past the various people and through the small crowds. "There she is," Elizabeth breathed wistfully when they were standing before Jack's ship. "Now, help me up." Will did just as she requested and soon enough the two of them were aboard the Pearl.
"Aye, Will, Elizabeth," Gibbs addressed them in fashion, nodding his head at the both of them. His vision traveled from one to the other and then back again. "Where is Jack? We had best be leavin' now."
"What do you mean by that? Jack's not here?" Will asked, but before he could finish getting out his last word a shout was heard loud and clear from just down the dock.
"TAKE YOU WITH ME?!" Jack bellowed, staring at the girl before him, the same girl who had yelled at him earlier for causing the loss of her barrel. He was returning with the rum when she attacked him with her request. "You've got to be kidding me. I already have a woman on board," he paused. "Make that two, rather. I don't need another."
"But you have to!" she demanded, tossing her hands in the air, which only made Jack all the more furious. So, it was a battle of hand gestures, was it? "Without my things that were in that barrel, I cannot get off this blasted port!"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, I had papers in there that stated I was to be given a boat-" Jack rudely interrupted her.
"Who keeps important papers in a barrel?!"
The girl ignored him and continued, "Without them, the blasted man won't give it to me. He says he can't be sure it's been paid for."
"Where is it you believe I'm going that you wish to be taken to?" Jack was calming down, but he still appeared greatly annoyed.
"I have to go to the isle of St. Lucia."
"And why is it you have to go there?" He liked being the interrogator, rather than the interrogatee. It gave him a sense of power that he quite enjoyed.
"Does it matter?"
"Treasure!" he exploded, unable to contain himself, "There's treasure, isn't there?"
"Not exactly," she admitted, "but I have to meet someone there. This is very important too. I'm sure you'd understand that, considering you knew Bootstrap as well."
Becoming all the more interested in this girl, Jack surrendered. "Alright, you can have passage on my ship, but we must continue this once aboard. There is no time to be wasted here for fear of piracy being discovered." He turned to head for his ship, but stopped upon realizing he didn't even know this girl's name. "Your name, lass, what is it?" he asked, looking at her from over his shoulder.
"Rebecca," she admitted, "Rebecca Turner."
Rolling his eyes, Jack walked off toward the Pearl. "You have much explaining to be doing."
"Who said I have to tell you anything?" she protested and took a hold of his arm, stopping him in his tracks. He pulled her delicate but strong hand off of him.
"Rule number one, no touching, savvy?" He continued to walk. "And I said you had to tell me everything, remember? I'll be your captain from here on, and you have no choice but to follow orders or be tossed overboard." She groaned but hurried to catch up with him. They arrived in front of the ship, and Jack motioned for her to board ahead of him. "Ladies first." His mouth transformed into a mock grin to match his tone. Rebecca rolled her eyes and did as he liked. Jack snickered to himself before slapping her behind. He had been wanting to do so ever since he first saw her.
She gasped and spun around, connecting her fist with his eye. "You! What the in hell's name are you thinking?! I may be a lady, but I can beat you in any fight any day." Shocked beyond words, Jack was rubbing his eye. It hurt like a mother… "And what happened to rule number one!"
Although slightly hunched over, Jack's eye didn't stop him from retorting, "That was your rule, not mine. I can do as I please." Then, he straightened up and in a sing song voice he added, "I'm the captain!"
"God!" Rebecca shouted, and stepped onto the Pearl's deck. Jack followed her, well aware of the crew and the couple who was staring at him and Rebecca.
"Yes, God, let us all praise him," Jack muttered sarcastically under his breath. He then turned to the crew, Will, and Elizabeth, addressing everyone in a heightened volume. "Everyone, this is Rebecca. Devil of a woman as she is, she is going be joining us to St. Lucia."
Anna Maria's shrill voice soon flooded his ears. "What 'appened to Trinidad?" Jack was feeling the beginnings of an oncoming headache. He needed his rum, and he needed it now.
"It's still there, but we're going to St. Lucia. I'm under the influence that it is of a greater importance to us." Everyone looked about, just standing there staring. Jack was further annoyed by this and shouted. "What are you bloody doing?! GET TO WORK!"
Soon enough, they were sailing away from Port Royal, headed in the direction of St. Lucia.