"The Return"
AUTHOR: Melissa (otherwise know as, JohnnyDee)
RATING: PG-13 for later chapters.
EMAIL: melismelli_101_@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I do not own POTC, blah, blah, blah.
TIMELINE: A year after the end of POTC.
DISTRIBUTION: johnnydeppzone.com, fanfiction.net, and other sites.
CHAPTER: 8.Face-To-Face
Charlotte looked back towards Tortugas, laughing inwardly. Imagine if
Jack were standing there, watching his ship sail away. "Would ye' like a turn at the
wheel, Charlotte?" Annemarie asked, operating the helm beautifully, as if she owned the
ship." I'd love to," Charlotte answered, tightly gripping it in her hands. It felt amazing to
have so much power in your hands, Charlotte thought as she pulled the wheel a little to
the right.
Annemarie watched Charlotte as she fumbily maneuvered the wheel.
Annemarie was not much for being with girls, especially since she had been alone most
of her life, but when she first met Charlotte, she felt a connection. Something about this
girl gave her a sense of freedom. After all, Charlotte suggested the two of them take
Jack's boat. Annemarie tried arguing with her, telling her it was not the best idea, but, as
usual, Charlotte had a justification. "Didn't you say Jack owed you a boat?"
So, here they were now. Sailing the open seas, with the sun just setting.
Charlotte had her turn at the wheel and handed it back to Annemarie. Charlotte walked
back to the stern, watching as Tortugas became smaller and smaller. It was now freedom
that she finally felt. Like a bird being released from its cage. Something that he had never
felt before, but now, she could not get enough of it.
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Jack sat on the edge of the dock, watching the sun slowly disappear. He
missed the Pearl already. Right now, he would be at the helm, watching his men mingle
below deck. His eyes would be set on the sun, waiting for its slow demise to the other
edges of earth. Jack shook his head. Why was he being so sentimental? Annemarie could
not be so furious at him that she took his boat. If so, he probably deserved whatever she
was planning on doing. Although, a slap in the face would feel mighty better than the
loneliness he was experiencing right now.
Jack looked over at Gibbs, disgusted. An empty canteen lay within the
clutches of his open hand, his face clumsily on his shoulder. Gibb's mouth opened with
the rise and fall of his chest while he snored loudly. Jack turned back to the sea and saw a
boat entering the bay. Jack studied it a while, when it became clear to him that this very
ship was the Dauntless, commanded by the one and only Commodore. If it were not for
that fact that every man on board was waiting to hang him, Jack would be madly waving
his arms and asking for passage. No, Jack had a better idea.
* * *
Jack slowly crawled out the boat and tugged on the rope that lay hanging
from the Dauntless. He began to pull himself up, slowly, making sure he made no sounds
that could be heard from those above and below deck. From what Jack had observed, a
boat of about 30 men went ashore, possibly looking for Jack himself. It appeared that no
one was above deck as of now, so Jack took the opportunity and made his way up the
side of the Dauntless. Darkness was falling and the moonlight began to cast shadows
about the water, giving it an eerie glow.
As he reached the top, Jack grabbed the sides of the boat and pulled
himself up, only to find himself face to face with Commodore Norrington. Jack, still
dangling off the side of the ship said, "Why, long time no see, mate!" Jack outstretched a
hand, waiting for Commodore to help him out. Commodore sarcastically smiled and
roughly pulled Jack aboard. Jack stood up and dusted himself off as he said, "So.. what
brings you to Tortugas Mr. Norrington?"
Jack did his best to smile, considering that he just lost his ship, and was
just captured by the British Navy within the past 24 hours. "Nothing that concerns you,
Mr. Sparrow. Right now, if I were you, I'd be conjuring up an escape plan from the
bowels of the brig." Commodore smiled and pulled Jack to the Captain's quarters.
Commodore pushed the door open and was met by a surprised Will and Elizabeth.
"Excuse me, but I believe you'd like to see who I found scrambling up the side of the
Dauntless."
Will came forward as Jack removed himself from the Commodore's
clutches. "Jack! Elizabeth!" Jack cried when he screwed his face up in confusion. "Why
aren't you dead?" Jack replied as he pointed at Will. Will, looking as confused as Jack
was addressed Commodore. "You can't lock him up now, He knows where Charlotte is."
Jack put his hands together in a prayerful stance as he whispered, "Thank You!"
Elizabeth came forward as she said firmly, "Where's Charlotte?" Jack
laughed as he said, "I knew it.that rebel child is yours!" Elizabeth glared at Jack as she
waited patiently for his answer. "Well, your daughter and the lovely Annemarie have run
off with my ship!" Elizabeth's face turned furious as she muttered, "That girl." Jack
continued, "She also has a thing for being dishonest. First, she said Will was dead, then
failed to mention who her parents were AND said that you two would not be looking for
her, which, you obviously are."
Will ignored Jack's little spiel as he asked quickly, "Where have they
gone?" Jack stared back at him with confusion. "Where'd they go? The Black Pearl is the
fast-" We know, we know. Just help us find them!" interrupted Elizabeth. Jack winced
as the Commodore's grip on his shoulder tightened. Jack swatted at Commodore's hand
when Commodore finally released him. "I'll help you find her, if I can keep my boat!
Savvy?"
AUTHOR: Melissa (otherwise know as, JohnnyDee)
RATING: PG-13 for later chapters.
EMAIL: melismelli_101_@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I do not own POTC, blah, blah, blah.
TIMELINE: A year after the end of POTC.
DISTRIBUTION: johnnydeppzone.com, fanfiction.net, and other sites.
CHAPTER: 8.Face-To-Face
Charlotte looked back towards Tortugas, laughing inwardly. Imagine if
Jack were standing there, watching his ship sail away. "Would ye' like a turn at the
wheel, Charlotte?" Annemarie asked, operating the helm beautifully, as if she owned the
ship." I'd love to," Charlotte answered, tightly gripping it in her hands. It felt amazing to
have so much power in your hands, Charlotte thought as she pulled the wheel a little to
the right.
Annemarie watched Charlotte as she fumbily maneuvered the wheel.
Annemarie was not much for being with girls, especially since she had been alone most
of her life, but when she first met Charlotte, she felt a connection. Something about this
girl gave her a sense of freedom. After all, Charlotte suggested the two of them take
Jack's boat. Annemarie tried arguing with her, telling her it was not the best idea, but, as
usual, Charlotte had a justification. "Didn't you say Jack owed you a boat?"
So, here they were now. Sailing the open seas, with the sun just setting.
Charlotte had her turn at the wheel and handed it back to Annemarie. Charlotte walked
back to the stern, watching as Tortugas became smaller and smaller. It was now freedom
that she finally felt. Like a bird being released from its cage. Something that he had never
felt before, but now, she could not get enough of it.
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Jack sat on the edge of the dock, watching the sun slowly disappear. He
missed the Pearl already. Right now, he would be at the helm, watching his men mingle
below deck. His eyes would be set on the sun, waiting for its slow demise to the other
edges of earth. Jack shook his head. Why was he being so sentimental? Annemarie could
not be so furious at him that she took his boat. If so, he probably deserved whatever she
was planning on doing. Although, a slap in the face would feel mighty better than the
loneliness he was experiencing right now.
Jack looked over at Gibbs, disgusted. An empty canteen lay within the
clutches of his open hand, his face clumsily on his shoulder. Gibb's mouth opened with
the rise and fall of his chest while he snored loudly. Jack turned back to the sea and saw a
boat entering the bay. Jack studied it a while, when it became clear to him that this very
ship was the Dauntless, commanded by the one and only Commodore. If it were not for
that fact that every man on board was waiting to hang him, Jack would be madly waving
his arms and asking for passage. No, Jack had a better idea.
* * *
Jack slowly crawled out the boat and tugged on the rope that lay hanging
from the Dauntless. He began to pull himself up, slowly, making sure he made no sounds
that could be heard from those above and below deck. From what Jack had observed, a
boat of about 30 men went ashore, possibly looking for Jack himself. It appeared that no
one was above deck as of now, so Jack took the opportunity and made his way up the
side of the Dauntless. Darkness was falling and the moonlight began to cast shadows
about the water, giving it an eerie glow.
As he reached the top, Jack grabbed the sides of the boat and pulled
himself up, only to find himself face to face with Commodore Norrington. Jack, still
dangling off the side of the ship said, "Why, long time no see, mate!" Jack outstretched a
hand, waiting for Commodore to help him out. Commodore sarcastically smiled and
roughly pulled Jack aboard. Jack stood up and dusted himself off as he said, "So.. what
brings you to Tortugas Mr. Norrington?"
Jack did his best to smile, considering that he just lost his ship, and was
just captured by the British Navy within the past 24 hours. "Nothing that concerns you,
Mr. Sparrow. Right now, if I were you, I'd be conjuring up an escape plan from the
bowels of the brig." Commodore smiled and pulled Jack to the Captain's quarters.
Commodore pushed the door open and was met by a surprised Will and Elizabeth.
"Excuse me, but I believe you'd like to see who I found scrambling up the side of the
Dauntless."
Will came forward as Jack removed himself from the Commodore's
clutches. "Jack! Elizabeth!" Jack cried when he screwed his face up in confusion. "Why
aren't you dead?" Jack replied as he pointed at Will. Will, looking as confused as Jack
was addressed Commodore. "You can't lock him up now, He knows where Charlotte is."
Jack put his hands together in a prayerful stance as he whispered, "Thank You!"
Elizabeth came forward as she said firmly, "Where's Charlotte?" Jack
laughed as he said, "I knew it.that rebel child is yours!" Elizabeth glared at Jack as she
waited patiently for his answer. "Well, your daughter and the lovely Annemarie have run
off with my ship!" Elizabeth's face turned furious as she muttered, "That girl." Jack
continued, "She also has a thing for being dishonest. First, she said Will was dead, then
failed to mention who her parents were AND said that you two would not be looking for
her, which, you obviously are."
Will ignored Jack's little spiel as he asked quickly, "Where have they
gone?" Jack stared back at him with confusion. "Where'd they go? The Black Pearl is the
fast-" We know, we know. Just help us find them!" interrupted Elizabeth. Jack winced
as the Commodore's grip on his shoulder tightened. Jack swatted at Commodore's hand
when Commodore finally released him. "I'll help you find her, if I can keep my boat!
Savvy?"
