Pirates of the Caribbean
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As all ya peeps probably know potc ain't mine and the delicious Will Turner ain't mine either * depressed look on Jane's face* savvy mates?
A/N Well, some Orli loving peeps might know my name, since I have already done some Lotr fics about our dear Leggy. *read them if you are interested pulease* Euhm, anywayzzzzzzzzzzz....... Anyone offering to beta?
To My Fatefull Reviewers:
Frisha ~ Thank ye so much for reviewing each chapter so far, thnx! And I'll surely will go on.
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Nanashi ~ Indeed, at first I wasn't all that slashy about this fic, but after reading a few fics and reminding myself of the Leggy/Aragorn fics I wrote...perhaps it will become a slash fic indeed. Thnx for reviewing!
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Darkness' Claim: The Five Elements
3. Reunion
*~*~*~*~ Will's POV ~*~*~*~*
It did not satisfie me anymore, the dark ceiling above my head, Elizabeth's breathing by my side. It was comforting indeed, her breathing in and out, ever so peacefull and rythmatic. But it could not satisfie me anymore for the long dark hours. I had shifted all different ways, knew the room by heart now. If anyone would blindfold me I would find everything in the room, everything!
I rolled upon my right side, facing the balcony doors. The moon shone softly through the windows and the world outside looked as peacefull as Elizabeth did. The water at the bay reflected the moonlight perfectly. I sighed deeply, it was about three o'clock at night and I did not know what to do except to ponder over my nightmare.
"Fire, Water, Wind, Earth and Heart" I said aloud, yet soft enough not to alarm my fiancee. "Hurt...revenge". In my dream I could feel my body ache, feeling different feelings when the elements of nature were spoken.
When it spoke of Fire, I could feel my skin burning. Not as if I were on fire, but it was burning under my skin.... I did not exactly knew how to explain it even to myself! It felt like......like... a real bad fever I guess, when you feel so warm and enflamed...
When it spoke of Water, breath was taken from me, I felt as if I were swimming in mid-ocean, no island near, no boat or ship to rescue me. I felt water enter my lungs and drowning me slowly. I wondered if Jack would come and save me, but I was not in the sea, I was not drowning for real.....it was only a feeling....
When it spoke of Wind, I felt a cold wind passing over me, like on the balcony at night. When the wind would sweep by and ice my body, shivers wrecking me... Yet this time it was not on the outside alone, I was freezing on the inside and there was nothing I could do to stop it....
When it spoke of Earth, my head spinned around as if I was hit by something on the back of my head. It felt like I was passing out, the earth around me spinned, the ground beneath me was like the deck of a ship, caught in the middle of the most terrible storm. I could not stand, everything moved.....
And when it spoke of Heart, I felt myself breaking, my heart breaking. It was awfull and slowly depressed feelings overtook me, I felt like killing myself, though there was nothing that actually broke my heart. Elizabeth......Jack, both of there names ran through my head, not knowing what had happend.....but knowing my heart was broken, scattered....
Hurt, revenge.... I felt nothing when they were spoken, nothing odd that is. Indeed I felt scared, the voice sounding angered and gigantic, as if a giant was speaking to me...as if angry gods were talking to me.
I briefly wondered if that was the case, but then knew I was being foolish. It was but a mere dream ofcourse.... a mere dream that is draining me, depriving me of my sleep and therefor my good health. Did not sound like a mere dream.........
I turned and tossed my feet over the side of the bed, sitting on the edge. Dizziness caught me there for a moment as I slowly drowned the feeling out. When I felt better and the ground was not moving anymore, I decided to take a walk around town, just to ease my nerves a bit. Slowly, carefull not to wake Liz I stood and dressed myself. Carelessly I had thrown my clothes upon the chair before I went to bed. Elizabeth had already gone to bed a few hours before me, still unaware of my sleepless nights. I had managed to hide it well, even to hide my not eating-habit. I convinced her I had eaten at work every day, so I only had to eat little at dinner. I honestly did not know why I saw no purpose in eating anymore, I just didn't feel like it at all anymore. I sighed softly as I fastened my bealt and put on my boots. I slowly walked towards the door and opened it slowly. A squeeking sound come from it again and I saw Elizabeth turn in the bed. I held my breath, praying she would not awaken and my prayers were answered as she continued sleeping. Quickly making a mental note I was to fix the door in the morning, I left. I walked down the stairs, which luckily made no sound at all en quietly left the house.
Here I stood, on the streets of Port Royal, where was I to go now? I shrugged to myself, what did it matter anyway? So I just walked somewhere, anywhere my feet would take me. And then it happened again, slowly but it did. Once more my thoughts wondered off to Jack and the Black Pearl, the curse and all we had been through together.
It was incredible, the day I acted like a pirate for the first time, the first time I had done something illegal. The inward thrust it gave me, a feeling I had never felt before and it had been feeling most wonderfull.
And then the day I met Jack for the first time.....
((A/N now I don't know it entirely anymore, but I'll do my best, u know the exact word, please review and lemme know! BTW, when the battle began I left out the words, everybody knows it I presume, don't need to write everything down.))
*~*~*~*~ Flashback ~*~*~*~*
I entered the place where I made the swords so appreciated by the commadore and the gouvernor. I walked to the back while unbuttoning the tight shirt, it had been taking away my breath for far too long. In the back Mr. Brown still lay asleep or unconsious, whatever it may be referred after.
I smiled, "Right where I left you".
I turned and walked through the place, noticing my hammer out of place,
"Not where I left you..."
I turned my head and saw a strange hat, I moved my hand to examine it, but a sword patted me on my head. Shocked I turned and saw a man look at me, two dark orbs staring into mine, while making sure I was not too touch the hat, which was apperantly his, again. His sword was raised to my throat and I backed away slowly, making way to my own swords.
"You are the one they are after" I proclaimed, knowing it was true.
The man before me gave a slight grin, then a puzzled look entered his eyes.
"You look familiar , have I threatened you sometime before?"
"I make it a habit not to run into pirates" I answered, trying to stop him from cutting my throat.
"Then I shall not make a mark upon your record and leave" the man turned and tried making his way to the door, but my hands were quicker, for I had gotten hold of a sword and held it up to his throat.
"You threatened Miss Swann" I was not to forgive him for that, not ever, for noone was to hurt Elizabeth.
The man grinned at me once more, "Only a little" and the battle began, swords touching each other with great force, sounds of the battle echooing through the workshop...
The battle went several ways and I could tell he was impressed by my sword skills. Words went back and forth, until he finally defeated my by untrue means....
*~*~*~*~ End Flashback ~*~*~*~*
I laughed a little, it was funny indeed, but a great moment as well. Finally my practicing had been paying off and I had impressed the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. And ofcourse, being the pirate he was, he had to win unfair, for in a fair battle he could not win, he and I knew both.
Suddenly a loud singing voice, which was not at all pleasant to my ears broke my chain of throught. I lifted my eyes off the ground which I had not been watching at all when so deep in thought and found myself on the 'dark' side of Port Royal.
On this side of Port Royal many things happened, here the poor lived, the alcoholics and ex-pirates. In the dark ally's often happened things which were of no importance to the rich side of Port Royal, on purpose they were forgotten and went by unmentioned.
I seemed to be at a square, which was poorly lit by few lanterns. I seated myself upon a wall, my feet on a few boxes, just a little lower as the wall itself.
My left leg I bend, my knee at chest-height, my other leg bend sideways, leaning upon the boxes, my arms crossways holding my enkle of my horizontal laying right-leg.
A bar was on my left, drunk people walking in and out, all probably smelling like rum. I could hear the men talking inside, laughing and singing like the drunk men they are. Beside the bar was a dark ally and to my front-left, next to the ally there was a hotel. Men were hanging against the hotel, some walking in and out, trying to get a room when they were no longer able walking home in their drunk state.
On my right there was some small houses, tiny little rooms which were poorly lit and poorly closed. These were the houses of the poor people of Port Royal. I looked to one room in particulair, which was lit better and shadows of people could be seen on the curtains pinned before the window. I saw two people dancing, laughing heartidly and kissing at times. I smiled at the sight, even when so poor, they could be so happy, indeed money did not make people happy, love did.... I then felt ashamed I was watching those people, it was not my place, nor was it anyone's to watch into people's homes like that.
I turned my head back the square and observed several men swaying across the street. It was quiet, compared to Tortuga that is, very quiet. It was fun watching the people here, seeing another side of Port Royal, the bad side. Shops were set on the rest of the square, all closed ofcourse. I wondered what they would sell in those shops and I didn't doubt Jack would know. Ofcourse Jack would know, ofcourse he had been here before, unlike me. It was Jack's business to know the places where to get illegal stuff and rum ofcourse.
The wind suddenly chilled my body, indeed it had been cold outside and it had not even crossed my mind to wear a jacket. Stupid it was ofcourse, for when I had stood upon the balcony I knew it was this cold and the wind was chilling.
I shivered again and suddenly felt a lumb form in my thraot, forcing me to cough. And as the first came, more followed. When it finally stopped, I decided to go home and make myself a warm cup of tea, then get back to work. But a old man came walking towards me, I took his features in, a long beard, dirt on his face, poorly dressed and seemingly fragile as he walked, he was a wanderer I recogned.
He walked closer to me and stopped right in front of me, "Ye be cold, ye take my warm coat and warm yeself. I will not be needing it no more" he spoke, his voice rough and trembling. I shook my head violantly, "no, no, no, you keep it" I spoke, caught off guard by the man's kindness. His will to give away when he has nothing himself. "I have a warm home to go too, you keep that coat, you need it more than I do".
The man nodded, "Then ye go home and warm yeself, ye be looking not too well" he spoke as he turned and left. I watched his back, hunched as he cought himself a couple of times, retreating into the darkness.
I wondered where he was going and once he was gone, I felt sorry for him and ashamed of myself, not offering him the warmth of my workshop, in which he could've stayed.... I ran after the man, but when I reached the dark ally, I could not find him anywhere and I felt my heart sink. I turned and decided to go home, before I felt guilty for having a warm home, a loving fiancee and having a more royal life back on the other side of Port Royal.
*~*~*~*~ On the Black Pearl ~*~*~*~*
Captain Jack Sparrow stood at the wheel, heading directly for Port Royal, not wasting any moments. Memories the dear captain had with the young man called Will Turner had flashed before his eyes several times. The day they met, the day they had stolen the Interceptor and the Dauntless....commandered the Interceptor and the Dauntless. One the fastest and one the most beautifull ships of Port Royal. And the one time Will would just not accept his father to be Bootstrap Bill Turner, a pirate sailing under Captain Jack Sparrow's command, not believing he was a pirate....and a good man. And ofcourse, the day they had to seperate, against all odds. The ordeal in Will's eyes which he had seen and the eyes he had said goodbye too, the eyes he was to see within a few hours, or so he hoped.
Never had the captain thought he would care so much for the man, the son of his best friend Bootstrap Bill Turner, or also William Turner. The young Will often reminded him of his old friend, but another passion drove the young Will Turner. His father was more a pirate, yes his father was a good man also, but more dishonest and a pirate then Will. Will was one who lived by his heart, he did the things which seemed right to him and lived for others, the young is so terribly unselfish, he would die for Elizabeth, he would die to protect those he cares for. "Damn the boy, he should be more selfish and he definatly should not give his life for all those people......like Elizabeth....."
"Cap'n," Jack's thoughts were broken as he looked beside him and saw Anamaria looking at him as if she were inspecting him. "What'is it?" he had asked, not in the mood for anything which wasn't worth wasting time at. "Ye should take some sleep, we be reaching Port Royal within few hours, ye probably need some rest for whatever ye be expecting". Normally Jack would not've agreed, but his thoughts and worries had taken it's toll upon him.
"Ahum, ofcourse not wench, but I will have a look at the medaillon and the maps" his eyes rolled from left to right, wondering if anyone had heard Anamaria. To his satisfaction noone had and he was free to go and take same rest, or by his words, take a look at the medaillon and the maps.
*~*~*~*~ A few hours after ~*~*~*~*
Will had just reached his workshop, he had left Elizabeth a note he had already gone to work and he was to come home at the end of the day, when he would be done. And ofcourse at the bottom a couple of sweet words for her eyes only. Elizabeth and he had not seen much of each other lately, for Will was depseratly trying to keep his health a secret from her. Especially now, when the wanderer had told him he did not look so well.
Sighing the man sat down in his workshop, he felt to ill too work, yet there was nothing else he could do, but just sit there. But if he would, someone would come in and ask why it was so quiet eventually. In another sigh will slowly closed his eyes and a chill got the best of him. Silently the man cursed himself for growing so weak over of a simple dream! Will then looked at his hands, feeling a bit depressed and saw them shaking. Closing his eyes, just so he wouldn't see what had become of his bad habits, he stood. Dizziness befell him for a moment, but since he had grown accustomed to it's little attacks, it did not do anything but stop his movements for a while.
Standing still he looked around his workshop, pondering over what he should start doing, asking himself if he even wanted to start. He heard the wind outside and the flames of the fire in his workshop crackle.
"Fire.............." a voice suddenly spoke. Will turned, his eyes inspecting everything, as he was desperatly trying to find the one who spoke the word to him. "Fire............." he heard again, something was whispering it, it was as if the wind spoke it to him, trying to remind him of what he had forgotten temporarily. ".........Water.............."
Will could hear his heart pounding louder as he walked around, searching whatever was haunting him. Nothing.....he could find nothing, nobody speaking this. ".........Wind............."
There he stood, Will Turner, turning circles in the middle of his workshop, inspecting all the walls, everything there was, his sword held up for anything which wished to attack him.
"........Earth..........." the whispering voice was deep and had a angered undertone, like the one in his dream, yet this time it whispered with the wind outside. "Stop it...." Will said softly, knowing it had no sense at all, yet he had to try something. "........Heart......"
Will felt pressure building up around him, the air getting thick, hard to breath, his body increasing weight so he could not move. His heart and the voice was all he heard and a knock at the door went unnoticed.
"Hurt!" the voice was real angered now, it was no longer whispering, but growling at him. He felt how his body was blown back against the floor and another knock and a another voice still went unnoticed.
"Revenge......." Will could feel his skin burning and felt how something cut his right arm open, out of nowwhere. The pain and the burning in the wound made Will cry out in pain, just before he past out.
"Will!" Jack Sparrow had knocked upon the door twice and had called his name now, but there no response. Through the tainted glass he had seen Will was there because he had seen a sillouet against the burning fire. Ofcourse he would've barged in any place....but this was Will's place and he had to keep his respects for the lad.
Suddenly a cry reached his eyes just as he was about to knock for the third time, panic reached his heart. "Ye be too late for the boy this time....." he heard the words he had read echo in his mind. "No! Will!" he cried out, while barging into the workshop. There he found the man called Will Turner, unconsiouss upon the floor, while was blood dripped upon the floor from his freshly cut wound upon his lower right arm. Jack ran for Will, until he realised the one whom had done this to Will would be inside still. He scanned the entire workshop in a hurry, checking each corner, each dark spot, but it was to no avail, there was nothing.
"Will..." he kneeled beside the boy and took his upper body in his arms, pulling him towards the spare bed in the corner.
"Beware........" a voice suddenly whispered so clearly Jack would've thought it to be right beside him. His eyes scanned everything again as he took a protective stand in front of Will.
A/N Haha, just Had to add a cliffhanger, lol. Please review peeps, I'll answer your questions in the next chap before I post it and euhm.....please just review :D Luv y'all.......and Will.....
