"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: 13 years after POTC.
DISTRIBUTION: johnnydeppzone.com, fanfiction.net, and other sites.
CHAPTER: 19.Seashells
Gasping loudly, Catherine watched as Jack's body fell to the ground.
Barbossa stood above Jack, then turned back to her. "What are ye' looking at?" Catherine
took one last look at Jack's body, on the verge of tears. Suddenly, she caught notice of
the fact the there was no blood near Jack's chest. Her attention was brought away from
this when one of the men from the crew spoke up.
"Captain.I think we should listen to Jack. I mean.what if it doesn't
work without the gold that ye' monkey took?" Barbossa thought about this, his attention
still on Catherine. "Well.ye bring up an interesting point, Burtin. I guess it wouldn't do
any harm to go looking for it. After all, we aren't in a rush!" Barbossa finished looking at
Elizabeth who still stood in shock, staring at Jack's lifeless body.
Turning back to the crew, Barbossa gave his order. "Go back to the ship,
gents." The crew gave several hoops and hollers and slowly dissipated out of the cave,
with Jack the monkey in the lead. Barbossa stayed behind, watching over Catherine who
still stood by the stone. Will, Elizabeth, Charlotte, and Bill all stood silent, still grieving
of their loss. Barbossa's sudden chuckle broke their mourning silence. "It's funny, to
think that this be the same cave that Jack committed his revenge on me. Unfortunately,
the tables have turned, and I have received what is just." Bill glared at Barbossa as he
started, "Jack is twice the man you are. Unlike you, he had a heart and cared about."
Barbossa quickly turned towards Bill, which made him cease what he was
saying. Yet Will couldn't help but take the opportunity. "He's right! You could never
measure up to Jack and his standards, that's why you planned the mutiny. It hurt you to
see him so respected by others," Will said, not taking his eyes off of Barbossa. "You'll
stop there if you don't want to die along with your sister, young Turner!" Barbossa said,
staring back with equal intensity.
************************************************************************
Standing nearing the bow, her raven hair blew behind, her eyes shined
with the tears in her eyes as she looked out towards the sea. Sea..her home ever since
her family had left her. She'd been alone ever since, stealing food and plundering to stay
alive, until she met Jack. He got her on her feet, offered her a spot on his crew, which she
regrettably declined. Instead, she offered him something else, something that Jack himself
couldn't refuse. She giggled at this remembering the passionate night they spent together,
even though Jack only considered her a whore. The next morning he was gone..along
with HER boat!
However, God gave her another chance when he arrived later in Tortuga,
offering her another spot on his crew, which she soon accepted, only to find out she
became a part of a daring rescue and battle against good and evil. She'd been with Jack
since and it took her a while to realize that she'd fallen head over feet with Jack. It wasn't
long though before she just became one of the crew, a woman no less, but just one of the
crew. Another rescue mission came along that she yet again became apart of, yet actually
liked being it was a girl, someone that Annemaria never was.
Her feelings soon turned to anger as she remembered watching Jack and
the blacksmith leave on the Dauntless, in pursue of the Dauntless that was apparently
being sailed by Elizabeth who was the only one left on the boat. Clenching her hands at
her side, she went back to that day when she stood on the beach with Commodore's men,
watching the Pearl shrink into the distance.
Turning away from the black sea, she went in search of Gibbs. After she
narrowly escaped form the clutches of Norringtons' men, she went straight to Tortuga,
where she ran into Jack's abandoned crew, which included Gibbs and Charles. Together,
they stole, actually, borrowed, a ship that they sailed off with. The first night aboard,
Annemaria had a nightmare. This was something she usually didn't have but it was
enough to terrify her.
She could only remember parts of it, but she could see an island, covered
with a ghastly fog that enveloped the spit of land like a blanket. There was a cave, piled
high with gold, jewels and booty beyond her wildest dreams. There were people in the
depths of the cave that seemed so familiar, yet she couldn't think of who they were. Then
suddenly she saw him. Jack. He gave that flashy smile, enough to make a gown and
proper woman swoon. Gold teeth were frozen on your mind and all you could think about
was him. Then his face changed. The smile fell, his deep, black eyes turned lifeless and
all she could see was him falling, falling slowly to the ground. When it seemed he'd
never stop falling, it was over as he fell to the ground, blood slowly seeping through his
coat.
Annemaria remembered waking up in a sweat, hearing Gibbs running
about yelling, "Who's in the ruddy hell is screamin'?" Shaking the terrible dream from
her head, she continued to look for Gibb's. Still walking in a trance, she unknowingly ran
into the man she was looking for. "Watch where ye' goin', missy?" Glaring at Gibbs,
Annemaria pushed him into the room he came out of. "What the." he said as Annemaria
quickly closed he door. "There'll be a change of plans," she said quietly.
"Why?' Gibbs questioned. "We're going to Isla De Muerta!" she said
firmly, images of Jack lying on the cold floor flashing in her mind. "How do ye bloody
suggest we get there? Has ye' been there?" "NO!" Annemaria yelled impatiently. "That
be a problem. Ye see, Isla De Muerta can only be found by those who already have been
there!" Stopping, Annemaria cursed under her breath. "Are ye sure of this?" she asked.
Gibbs nodded solemnly when they heard a scuffle of feet.
The closet door opened and out came Charles, apparently embarrassed that
he had been eavesdropping. "I've been there!" he said, his head lowered with his hands in
his pockets. "What did ye say boy?" Gibbs shouted. "Ye heard 'im!" Gibbs said. Patting
him on the back, Gibbs took the boy by the arm and led him toward the helm. "Ye'll be
helping me with the bearings to."
Gibb's voice drifted away yet Annemaria remained in the room, standing
still.. Reaching for the rawhide necklace that hung on her neck, she grasped it in her
hands and held it close to her heart. "I'm coming Jack!" she whispered closing her eyes.
"I'm coming!"
* * *
The crew assembled near the side of the ship, looking into the foggy
waters below. Hundred of ships lay askew, some still floating, many so damaged they
only are identified by their mast that remain above water. The fog closed in on them as
the suddenly came into a clearing. Annemaria briskly walked forward, stopping at the
bow. Straining her eyes, she barely saw it, just a glimpse of the island that loomed
ahead." We're here!" she whispered, clutching again at the necklace that Jack gave her
long ago.
Running back to Gibb's, she gave the order to drop anchor. While the
crew lowered the five or so boats into the water, she quickly ran back her cabin and
grabbed her sword and pistol. Meeting Gibb's along the way, they got into the boats and
began rowing for the island that looked the same as it did in Annemaria's dream. They
rowed toward the inlet, pulling the oars back in forth in the murky water. Something got
Gibb's eye when a murmur spread through the boats. "Look!" cried Gibbs.
There stood the Dauntless, its donned British fag ripped from its mast,
hanging in tatters. "Head for the ship!" Annemaria cried, hoping that what she'd find is
something he wouldn't regret. Now heading in their new direction, they were able to see
a group of 10 rowboats near the edge of the ship. Upon arrival near the ship, the crew
slowly climbed up, and once they reached the top, climbed aboard. Motioning for the
others to stay behind, Annemaria crept towards the captain's quarters where she'd been
not long ago, awaiting the hanging Commodore Norrington promised her.
Hearing a jumble of voices below, she tiptoed down the stairs and made
her way to the mess hall. Peering in the crack of the door, she watched in confusion as 30
or so men, she didn't recognize, sitting about the long table, pouring each other glasses of
rum while laughing uproariously. "Wait'll Barbossa realizes he lost his crew to Lady
Rum!!" one of them shouted, slurring the words. Barbossa? Where had she heard that
name before? Still listening, she heard, "Yeah, too bad he'll come back and ask where
that gold piece is. Oh,well! It'll be long till then!" "It's a pity ol' Jack ain't here to
entertain us!" one said spilling his drink. Annemaria gasped when she heard this. "Oh,
Barbossa! Don't kill me! I really liked you! BOOM! He falls to the floor!" an older pirate
said, trying to imitate Jack.
Unable to breath, Annemaria pulls away from the door, trying to catch her
breath. What were they talking about? Who are these men here? Turning back to the
door, she leaned in closer, trying to get a closer view of the men. Straining her eyes past
the corner of the door she leaned up against the door, producing a loud creak as she did so.
The men stopped chattering and turned their attention to the door. "Who's there?" one
shouted. Panicking, Annemaria ran past the door and back up the stairs, listening as the
men came after her, some stopping to grab their weapons.
She ran to the awaiting crew, but had no time to give a warning. The crew
from below piled on deck and stopped, observing their intruders. "What do ye think ye
doin' on our ship?" one said. Annemaria motioned for them to be quiet, but this didn't go
well with the others. "We don't like eavesdroppers," the man said as he pulled out his
pistol. Aiming it in the air, he fired a shot, which sent his men shooting forward, releasing
cries as they drew out their swords. Annemaria cried out, "ATTACK!" They two groups
met, and merged into crowd of chaos.
After lunging at a man with her sword right in the gut, Annemaria backed
off to the fronds of the battle. Peering out towards the island, she spotted a small opening
that appeared to be a cave. Looking back at Gibbs, she quickly stole away, climbing
down the ship into one of the rowboats below. Pulling out the oars, she rowed towards
the island, listening to the sounds of cries and gunshots behind her. A new noise startled
her, as she turned behind her.
There was Charles, frantically rowing towards her. "Man," he said,
catching his breath. "You're a hard one to catch up to." Looking at him like he was crazy,
she said. "What are ye doing?" "Well," Charles said a-matter-of-factly, "I do realize that
Jack is in there and I won't be the one to betray 'im." Annemaria smiled and continued
on, getting closer and closer to the cave. Again, she clutched the necklace that held a
rather large seashell. Her mind drifted back to the day she and Jack found the seashells. It
was a beautiful day and they stopped at a nearby island on route to Tortuga. Just her and
Jack were on the island, finding seashells that had been washed ashore. They each found
one for the other and tied them on to pieces of rawhide as necklaces. She remembered
feeling so childish as Jack tied it on for her, admiring how beautiful she looked.
"Now your turn, Jack!" she remembered saying as she tied his on. She
purposefully got him a rather large one that stood out like a sore thumb on his bronzed
chest. Feeling rather proud of it, he showed it to the crew that could only exchange
glances of did-Jack-find-the-rum-stash-again! Laughing internally, Annemaria continued
to row, hoping that her worst nightmare wouldn't come true.
NOTE: Sorry this took so long! School stared and I got REAL busy. There is one more
after this, and then I might do a sequel. I have changed my ending so some of you might
not like the way things turn out, some people die, some people live, but that is why I put
ANGST!!!
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: 13 years after POTC.
DISTRIBUTION: johnnydeppzone.com, fanfiction.net, and other sites.
CHAPTER: 19.Seashells
Gasping loudly, Catherine watched as Jack's body fell to the ground.
Barbossa stood above Jack, then turned back to her. "What are ye' looking at?" Catherine
took one last look at Jack's body, on the verge of tears. Suddenly, she caught notice of
the fact the there was no blood near Jack's chest. Her attention was brought away from
this when one of the men from the crew spoke up.
"Captain.I think we should listen to Jack. I mean.what if it doesn't
work without the gold that ye' monkey took?" Barbossa thought about this, his attention
still on Catherine. "Well.ye bring up an interesting point, Burtin. I guess it wouldn't do
any harm to go looking for it. After all, we aren't in a rush!" Barbossa finished looking at
Elizabeth who still stood in shock, staring at Jack's lifeless body.
Turning back to the crew, Barbossa gave his order. "Go back to the ship,
gents." The crew gave several hoops and hollers and slowly dissipated out of the cave,
with Jack the monkey in the lead. Barbossa stayed behind, watching over Catherine who
still stood by the stone. Will, Elizabeth, Charlotte, and Bill all stood silent, still grieving
of their loss. Barbossa's sudden chuckle broke their mourning silence. "It's funny, to
think that this be the same cave that Jack committed his revenge on me. Unfortunately,
the tables have turned, and I have received what is just." Bill glared at Barbossa as he
started, "Jack is twice the man you are. Unlike you, he had a heart and cared about."
Barbossa quickly turned towards Bill, which made him cease what he was
saying. Yet Will couldn't help but take the opportunity. "He's right! You could never
measure up to Jack and his standards, that's why you planned the mutiny. It hurt you to
see him so respected by others," Will said, not taking his eyes off of Barbossa. "You'll
stop there if you don't want to die along with your sister, young Turner!" Barbossa said,
staring back with equal intensity.
************************************************************************
Standing nearing the bow, her raven hair blew behind, her eyes shined
with the tears in her eyes as she looked out towards the sea. Sea..her home ever since
her family had left her. She'd been alone ever since, stealing food and plundering to stay
alive, until she met Jack. He got her on her feet, offered her a spot on his crew, which she
regrettably declined. Instead, she offered him something else, something that Jack himself
couldn't refuse. She giggled at this remembering the passionate night they spent together,
even though Jack only considered her a whore. The next morning he was gone..along
with HER boat!
However, God gave her another chance when he arrived later in Tortuga,
offering her another spot on his crew, which she soon accepted, only to find out she
became a part of a daring rescue and battle against good and evil. She'd been with Jack
since and it took her a while to realize that she'd fallen head over feet with Jack. It wasn't
long though before she just became one of the crew, a woman no less, but just one of the
crew. Another rescue mission came along that she yet again became apart of, yet actually
liked being it was a girl, someone that Annemaria never was.
Her feelings soon turned to anger as she remembered watching Jack and
the blacksmith leave on the Dauntless, in pursue of the Dauntless that was apparently
being sailed by Elizabeth who was the only one left on the boat. Clenching her hands at
her side, she went back to that day when she stood on the beach with Commodore's men,
watching the Pearl shrink into the distance.
Turning away from the black sea, she went in search of Gibbs. After she
narrowly escaped form the clutches of Norringtons' men, she went straight to Tortuga,
where she ran into Jack's abandoned crew, which included Gibbs and Charles. Together,
they stole, actually, borrowed, a ship that they sailed off with. The first night aboard,
Annemaria had a nightmare. This was something she usually didn't have but it was
enough to terrify her.
She could only remember parts of it, but she could see an island, covered
with a ghastly fog that enveloped the spit of land like a blanket. There was a cave, piled
high with gold, jewels and booty beyond her wildest dreams. There were people in the
depths of the cave that seemed so familiar, yet she couldn't think of who they were. Then
suddenly she saw him. Jack. He gave that flashy smile, enough to make a gown and
proper woman swoon. Gold teeth were frozen on your mind and all you could think about
was him. Then his face changed. The smile fell, his deep, black eyes turned lifeless and
all she could see was him falling, falling slowly to the ground. When it seemed he'd
never stop falling, it was over as he fell to the ground, blood slowly seeping through his
coat.
Annemaria remembered waking up in a sweat, hearing Gibbs running
about yelling, "Who's in the ruddy hell is screamin'?" Shaking the terrible dream from
her head, she continued to look for Gibb's. Still walking in a trance, she unknowingly ran
into the man she was looking for. "Watch where ye' goin', missy?" Glaring at Gibbs,
Annemaria pushed him into the room he came out of. "What the." he said as Annemaria
quickly closed he door. "There'll be a change of plans," she said quietly.
"Why?' Gibbs questioned. "We're going to Isla De Muerta!" she said
firmly, images of Jack lying on the cold floor flashing in her mind. "How do ye bloody
suggest we get there? Has ye' been there?" "NO!" Annemaria yelled impatiently. "That
be a problem. Ye see, Isla De Muerta can only be found by those who already have been
there!" Stopping, Annemaria cursed under her breath. "Are ye sure of this?" she asked.
Gibbs nodded solemnly when they heard a scuffle of feet.
The closet door opened and out came Charles, apparently embarrassed that
he had been eavesdropping. "I've been there!" he said, his head lowered with his hands in
his pockets. "What did ye say boy?" Gibbs shouted. "Ye heard 'im!" Gibbs said. Patting
him on the back, Gibbs took the boy by the arm and led him toward the helm. "Ye'll be
helping me with the bearings to."
Gibb's voice drifted away yet Annemaria remained in the room, standing
still.. Reaching for the rawhide necklace that hung on her neck, she grasped it in her
hands and held it close to her heart. "I'm coming Jack!" she whispered closing her eyes.
"I'm coming!"
* * *
The crew assembled near the side of the ship, looking into the foggy
waters below. Hundred of ships lay askew, some still floating, many so damaged they
only are identified by their mast that remain above water. The fog closed in on them as
the suddenly came into a clearing. Annemaria briskly walked forward, stopping at the
bow. Straining her eyes, she barely saw it, just a glimpse of the island that loomed
ahead." We're here!" she whispered, clutching again at the necklace that Jack gave her
long ago.
Running back to Gibb's, she gave the order to drop anchor. While the
crew lowered the five or so boats into the water, she quickly ran back her cabin and
grabbed her sword and pistol. Meeting Gibb's along the way, they got into the boats and
began rowing for the island that looked the same as it did in Annemaria's dream. They
rowed toward the inlet, pulling the oars back in forth in the murky water. Something got
Gibb's eye when a murmur spread through the boats. "Look!" cried Gibbs.
There stood the Dauntless, its donned British fag ripped from its mast,
hanging in tatters. "Head for the ship!" Annemaria cried, hoping that what she'd find is
something he wouldn't regret. Now heading in their new direction, they were able to see
a group of 10 rowboats near the edge of the ship. Upon arrival near the ship, the crew
slowly climbed up, and once they reached the top, climbed aboard. Motioning for the
others to stay behind, Annemaria crept towards the captain's quarters where she'd been
not long ago, awaiting the hanging Commodore Norrington promised her.
Hearing a jumble of voices below, she tiptoed down the stairs and made
her way to the mess hall. Peering in the crack of the door, she watched in confusion as 30
or so men, she didn't recognize, sitting about the long table, pouring each other glasses of
rum while laughing uproariously. "Wait'll Barbossa realizes he lost his crew to Lady
Rum!!" one of them shouted, slurring the words. Barbossa? Where had she heard that
name before? Still listening, she heard, "Yeah, too bad he'll come back and ask where
that gold piece is. Oh,well! It'll be long till then!" "It's a pity ol' Jack ain't here to
entertain us!" one said spilling his drink. Annemaria gasped when she heard this. "Oh,
Barbossa! Don't kill me! I really liked you! BOOM! He falls to the floor!" an older pirate
said, trying to imitate Jack.
Unable to breath, Annemaria pulls away from the door, trying to catch her
breath. What were they talking about? Who are these men here? Turning back to the
door, she leaned in closer, trying to get a closer view of the men. Straining her eyes past
the corner of the door she leaned up against the door, producing a loud creak as she did so.
The men stopped chattering and turned their attention to the door. "Who's there?" one
shouted. Panicking, Annemaria ran past the door and back up the stairs, listening as the
men came after her, some stopping to grab their weapons.
She ran to the awaiting crew, but had no time to give a warning. The crew
from below piled on deck and stopped, observing their intruders. "What do ye think ye
doin' on our ship?" one said. Annemaria motioned for them to be quiet, but this didn't go
well with the others. "We don't like eavesdroppers," the man said as he pulled out his
pistol. Aiming it in the air, he fired a shot, which sent his men shooting forward, releasing
cries as they drew out their swords. Annemaria cried out, "ATTACK!" They two groups
met, and merged into crowd of chaos.
After lunging at a man with her sword right in the gut, Annemaria backed
off to the fronds of the battle. Peering out towards the island, she spotted a small opening
that appeared to be a cave. Looking back at Gibbs, she quickly stole away, climbing
down the ship into one of the rowboats below. Pulling out the oars, she rowed towards
the island, listening to the sounds of cries and gunshots behind her. A new noise startled
her, as she turned behind her.
There was Charles, frantically rowing towards her. "Man," he said,
catching his breath. "You're a hard one to catch up to." Looking at him like he was crazy,
she said. "What are ye doing?" "Well," Charles said a-matter-of-factly, "I do realize that
Jack is in there and I won't be the one to betray 'im." Annemaria smiled and continued
on, getting closer and closer to the cave. Again, she clutched the necklace that held a
rather large seashell. Her mind drifted back to the day she and Jack found the seashells. It
was a beautiful day and they stopped at a nearby island on route to Tortuga. Just her and
Jack were on the island, finding seashells that had been washed ashore. They each found
one for the other and tied them on to pieces of rawhide as necklaces. She remembered
feeling so childish as Jack tied it on for her, admiring how beautiful she looked.
"Now your turn, Jack!" she remembered saying as she tied his on. She
purposefully got him a rather large one that stood out like a sore thumb on his bronzed
chest. Feeling rather proud of it, he showed it to the crew that could only exchange
glances of did-Jack-find-the-rum-stash-again! Laughing internally, Annemaria continued
to row, hoping that her worst nightmare wouldn't come true.
NOTE: Sorry this took so long! School stared and I got REAL busy. There is one more
after this, and then I might do a sequel. I have changed my ending so some of you might
not like the way things turn out, some people die, some people live, but that is why I put
ANGST!!!
