this is my first fic... I'm learning! Please R&R
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. or Jack. or Will. :.:tear:.: or anyone. I only own my clothes pin. The one that you attempted to steal, you remember that don't ya'?!
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His eyes looked strangely out of focus, and his steps were looking very familiar. Elizabeth went and slapped her husband. He had been out drinking with Jack Sparrow again! Curse that pirate! Will knew how she loathed rum, and Will knew what she would do if she found out he was drinking it. Didn't he? There was no response from Will, he just stood swaying on the spot. She slapped him again. Oh it was hopeless! Elizabeth stormed off to comfort the baby who was now crying.
Will Turner looked up and around. Where was he? And who was that woman? She reminded him of someone. who could it be? A voice in his head told him he should know her. And what WAS that racket off in the distance? But none of these questions worried Will for long. He swayed for a second more then passed out.
There was that man again! Swaggering through the city as if he owned it. Every one knew who he was but no one knew what he was up to. He was dressed in a manor that was most un welcome in Port Royal. For his outfit screamed "I'm a pirate! Arrest me!" but no one dared to, for his name struck fear into their hearts, because they all heard the stories about him, they all heard what he was capable of doing. And anyways, it was always a bad idea to challenge the governor.
Jack laughed to himself as he wandered around aimlessly. He loved the funny looks the people gave him as he passed he loved the fear in their eyes. This was what he lived for. This and rum. And Elizabeth. And Jack was going to do everything he could to get her. And he also heard that there was a whole lot of rum in the cellar of the Turners house, he intended to get his filthy hands on that too... well his hands werent VERY filthy... he thought he washed them last week... maybe...
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hmm it coulda been worse... but it will get better! please reveiw!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. or Jack. or Will. :.:tear:.: or anyone. I only own my clothes pin. The one that you attempted to steal, you remember that don't ya'?!
~.~.~.~.~*~*~*~*
His eyes looked strangely out of focus, and his steps were looking very familiar. Elizabeth went and slapped her husband. He had been out drinking with Jack Sparrow again! Curse that pirate! Will knew how she loathed rum, and Will knew what she would do if she found out he was drinking it. Didn't he? There was no response from Will, he just stood swaying on the spot. She slapped him again. Oh it was hopeless! Elizabeth stormed off to comfort the baby who was now crying.
Will Turner looked up and around. Where was he? And who was that woman? She reminded him of someone. who could it be? A voice in his head told him he should know her. And what WAS that racket off in the distance? But none of these questions worried Will for long. He swayed for a second more then passed out.
There was that man again! Swaggering through the city as if he owned it. Every one knew who he was but no one knew what he was up to. He was dressed in a manor that was most un welcome in Port Royal. For his outfit screamed "I'm a pirate! Arrest me!" but no one dared to, for his name struck fear into their hearts, because they all heard the stories about him, they all heard what he was capable of doing. And anyways, it was always a bad idea to challenge the governor.
Jack laughed to himself as he wandered around aimlessly. He loved the funny looks the people gave him as he passed he loved the fear in their eyes. This was what he lived for. This and rum. And Elizabeth. And Jack was going to do everything he could to get her. And he also heard that there was a whole lot of rum in the cellar of the Turners house, he intended to get his filthy hands on that too... well his hands werent VERY filthy... he thought he washed them last week... maybe...
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hmm it coulda been worse... but it will get better! please reveiw!
