RETURN OF THE PEARL
Disclaimer - I don't own POTC or any of the settings or characters from the movie. They belong to GoreVerbinski and the other producers and directors.
Jack grumbled as he began to row the boat (a rowboat with three benches to sit on) towards the Black Pearl. Will sat on another bench, rowing as well. Elizabeth sat in the middle seat, gazing intently at the Pearl. Jack's bandanna barely moved in the wind. His dark, heavily rimmed eyes seemed to only draw pleasure from the Pearl. Elizabeth's dark blonde hair swirled around her hair in the wind. Will's chocolate colored eyes rested comfortably on the patches of water where the sun wasn't shinning. The sun was high overhead, and the water was glistening in the gaze of the sun.
"Will," Drawled Jack, moving his head to see past Elizabeth, "Let's make this a quick trip, savvy? We hunt down the lass, kill the Atlantis's crew, and come back here to drop you and the wife off." Suddenly he smiled, the sun reflecting off the few golden teeth in his mouth. "A quick stop at Tortuga may be in order!" He laughed. Will hid a smile at his friends mannerisms. It felt good to be in the water, which was becoming a deep blue color the further they got from Port Royal. Will closed his eyes, loving the sound of the water sloshing gently against the boat. Jack's eyes were turned towards the Pearl, lapping up the sight of her. The tattered black sails seemed only to give the ship character to Jack.
"Tortuga." Jack sighed again, thinking of the rowdy, uncontrollable island, and more importantly, the rum that awaited him there. Elizabeth broke her gaze from the Pearl and glanced sharply at Jack.
"Jack, the poor girl is probably traumatized! A stop at Tortuga is not relevant. Being captured by pirates is no walk in the park!" She snapped.
"Happened to you and look how you turned out." Jack teased. Elizabeth shot him a dirty look. "Elizabeth luv, have you ever thought that a bottle of rum a day would solve, all your problems?" Jack put an emphasis on the word 'all'. "When we were marooned luv, you were the lass of every man's dream!"
Elizabeth snorted and the Pearl captured her gaze. Jack leaned forward, closer to Will.
"Think somethins' wrong with your girl mate." He whispered. Will grinned and looked at Elizabeth. His smile faded Fear was written in her eyes. Her usually strong, brave eyes were filled with ice.
"Elizabeth?" Will asked gently. Elizabeth jumped, still staring at the ship. "Are you all right?" He asked.
"Barbossa's ship." She murmured. Jack seemed offended.
"Mine luv, mine. The Pearl is my ship!" He growled.
"I can still see him on that bloody ship." Elizabeth muttered, a shiver running up her spine. Jack was muttering under his breath something that sounded like 'bloody ship? Bloody girls. Bloody soldiers.'
"Why are you still afraid, Elizabeth?" Will was curious, and worried. Elizabeth had Will's hand in hers now, and was holding it tightly.
"He used to run his hand down my cheek. He couldn't feel it, but I could. His eyes were like knives, and ice." Will's dark eyes flashed. He jumped up, angry.
"I'll kill him!" he sneered loudly. The rowboat was bobbing dangerously now.
"Incredibly brave lad, if he weren't already dead! Will, mate, sit," Jack was warning him. Then a wave caught the boat, and Will was thrown into the blue water.
Elizabeth grabbed the sides of the boat and leaned over, looking for Will.
"Will!" She screamed. She began to stand up. Jack leaned over and grabbed a handful of her skirt and yanked her down. "Jack where is he?" She asked. "Can he swim?" She asked desperately. Jack began to row again.
"Course he can swim luv, he's a pirate! All pirates can swim. Now, if you want to be helpful, stop tipping the boat and go over to Will's bench slowly." Elizabeth managed to safely switch seats.
"I don't see him!" Elizabeth was saying nervously. Jack rolled his eyes and continued rowing.
"Well maybe he drowned then lass." Jack muttered. In a flash, Elizabeth was back in her original seat and reaching over to slap Jack. He caught her hand. "See luv, I've learned by now!" He grinned. In the next two seconds, Elizabeth's free hand was drawn back and slammed into Jack's cheek. She then crossed back to her seat. For a minute Jack stopped rowing, gingerly feeling his cheek. Annoyance crossed into his face, turning his dark eyes into slits. Then he began rowing again.
"I didn't deserve that. Bloody girl." He kept muttering. Suddenly, Will's head was visible. He began to swim towards the boat. Jack's pistol lay in the bottom of the small craft. Jack saw Will swimming towards him and then the pistol. Swiftly, he snatched up the pistol and pointed it at Will. Will saw the pistol and hovered where he was.
"Don't come near this boat mate. I don't want to swim with the fishes today." Suddenly, the pistol was snatched from his hands. Elizabeth now held the gun, and was pointing it at Will. Will's innocent eyes widened in surprise.
"Will, do you know how long it took me to get by hair like this?" She warned. Will began to swim towards the Pearl. They were only fifty feet from it. The other rowboats were a little behind them, as they all contained more people and were soldiers keeping rank. Will reached the Pearl first, and called up. Anna Maria saw him in the water.
"Will!" She called. "What are ya' doin' down there?" She asked.
"Fell overboard! Get me up!" He shouted back. His arms were tired from the swimming. He swam over to the boat and tried to find something to hold onto. But the ship was slippery with slime and water. Anna Maria disappeared for a minute, then returned with a rope. She tied one end to the railing on the boat, and threw the other end down to Will. Amazingly, the rope was long enough. Will began to climb up the ship, and finally landed on deck. Luckily, the water had been warm and the sun was hot. Will's dark brown hair was still pulled back by a piece of yarn. Soon, Elizabeth and Jack were on the Pearl too. Jack swaggered over to Anna Maria and kissed her head.
"Thanks for keepin' my ship in top condition." Anna Maria gave a fake, sarcastic smile. Then Jack let anger slip onto his face.
"And thanks for lettin' it get captured, luv!" She scowled now. A real scowl. Jack hurried up to the helm and ran his hands over the wood lovingly. Will took the steps two at a time and hurried over to Jack. Elizabeth followed Will.
"The soldiers will be up soon." He whispered. Jack eyed the many rowboats that were coming up behind them. They were still about sixty feet behind.
"Have we been told everything about this lass we're to gain?" He asked. Will thought a moment.
"Yes. I suppose so." Jack grinned.
"RAISE ANCHOR!" He commanded. The crew sprang to life instantly, pulling up the anchor. Jack smiled. "I love being captain." When the anchor had been almost totally raised, Jack walked to the end of the boat, where he could clearly see Norrington's rowboat.
"COMMODORE NORRINGTON!" He shouted. "THANK YOU FOR MOVING US ALONG! WE'LL RETURN WITH THE LASS!" Jack glanced mischievously over at Will and Elizabeth, then returned his gaze to the commodore's boat. "ELIZABETH SENDS HER LOVE!" He shouted. He returned to the helm. "That should amuse him. And we're off!"
Disclaimer - I don't own POTC or any of the settings or characters from the movie. They belong to GoreVerbinski and the other producers and directors.
Jack grumbled as he began to row the boat (a rowboat with three benches to sit on) towards the Black Pearl. Will sat on another bench, rowing as well. Elizabeth sat in the middle seat, gazing intently at the Pearl. Jack's bandanna barely moved in the wind. His dark, heavily rimmed eyes seemed to only draw pleasure from the Pearl. Elizabeth's dark blonde hair swirled around her hair in the wind. Will's chocolate colored eyes rested comfortably on the patches of water where the sun wasn't shinning. The sun was high overhead, and the water was glistening in the gaze of the sun.
"Will," Drawled Jack, moving his head to see past Elizabeth, "Let's make this a quick trip, savvy? We hunt down the lass, kill the Atlantis's crew, and come back here to drop you and the wife off." Suddenly he smiled, the sun reflecting off the few golden teeth in his mouth. "A quick stop at Tortuga may be in order!" He laughed. Will hid a smile at his friends mannerisms. It felt good to be in the water, which was becoming a deep blue color the further they got from Port Royal. Will closed his eyes, loving the sound of the water sloshing gently against the boat. Jack's eyes were turned towards the Pearl, lapping up the sight of her. The tattered black sails seemed only to give the ship character to Jack.
"Tortuga." Jack sighed again, thinking of the rowdy, uncontrollable island, and more importantly, the rum that awaited him there. Elizabeth broke her gaze from the Pearl and glanced sharply at Jack.
"Jack, the poor girl is probably traumatized! A stop at Tortuga is not relevant. Being captured by pirates is no walk in the park!" She snapped.
"Happened to you and look how you turned out." Jack teased. Elizabeth shot him a dirty look. "Elizabeth luv, have you ever thought that a bottle of rum a day would solve, all your problems?" Jack put an emphasis on the word 'all'. "When we were marooned luv, you were the lass of every man's dream!"
Elizabeth snorted and the Pearl captured her gaze. Jack leaned forward, closer to Will.
"Think somethins' wrong with your girl mate." He whispered. Will grinned and looked at Elizabeth. His smile faded Fear was written in her eyes. Her usually strong, brave eyes were filled with ice.
"Elizabeth?" Will asked gently. Elizabeth jumped, still staring at the ship. "Are you all right?" He asked.
"Barbossa's ship." She murmured. Jack seemed offended.
"Mine luv, mine. The Pearl is my ship!" He growled.
"I can still see him on that bloody ship." Elizabeth muttered, a shiver running up her spine. Jack was muttering under his breath something that sounded like 'bloody ship? Bloody girls. Bloody soldiers.'
"Why are you still afraid, Elizabeth?" Will was curious, and worried. Elizabeth had Will's hand in hers now, and was holding it tightly.
"He used to run his hand down my cheek. He couldn't feel it, but I could. His eyes were like knives, and ice." Will's dark eyes flashed. He jumped up, angry.
"I'll kill him!" he sneered loudly. The rowboat was bobbing dangerously now.
"Incredibly brave lad, if he weren't already dead! Will, mate, sit," Jack was warning him. Then a wave caught the boat, and Will was thrown into the blue water.
Elizabeth grabbed the sides of the boat and leaned over, looking for Will.
"Will!" She screamed. She began to stand up. Jack leaned over and grabbed a handful of her skirt and yanked her down. "Jack where is he?" She asked. "Can he swim?" She asked desperately. Jack began to row again.
"Course he can swim luv, he's a pirate! All pirates can swim. Now, if you want to be helpful, stop tipping the boat and go over to Will's bench slowly." Elizabeth managed to safely switch seats.
"I don't see him!" Elizabeth was saying nervously. Jack rolled his eyes and continued rowing.
"Well maybe he drowned then lass." Jack muttered. In a flash, Elizabeth was back in her original seat and reaching over to slap Jack. He caught her hand. "See luv, I've learned by now!" He grinned. In the next two seconds, Elizabeth's free hand was drawn back and slammed into Jack's cheek. She then crossed back to her seat. For a minute Jack stopped rowing, gingerly feeling his cheek. Annoyance crossed into his face, turning his dark eyes into slits. Then he began rowing again.
"I didn't deserve that. Bloody girl." He kept muttering. Suddenly, Will's head was visible. He began to swim towards the boat. Jack's pistol lay in the bottom of the small craft. Jack saw Will swimming towards him and then the pistol. Swiftly, he snatched up the pistol and pointed it at Will. Will saw the pistol and hovered where he was.
"Don't come near this boat mate. I don't want to swim with the fishes today." Suddenly, the pistol was snatched from his hands. Elizabeth now held the gun, and was pointing it at Will. Will's innocent eyes widened in surprise.
"Will, do you know how long it took me to get by hair like this?" She warned. Will began to swim towards the Pearl. They were only fifty feet from it. The other rowboats were a little behind them, as they all contained more people and were soldiers keeping rank. Will reached the Pearl first, and called up. Anna Maria saw him in the water.
"Will!" She called. "What are ya' doin' down there?" She asked.
"Fell overboard! Get me up!" He shouted back. His arms were tired from the swimming. He swam over to the boat and tried to find something to hold onto. But the ship was slippery with slime and water. Anna Maria disappeared for a minute, then returned with a rope. She tied one end to the railing on the boat, and threw the other end down to Will. Amazingly, the rope was long enough. Will began to climb up the ship, and finally landed on deck. Luckily, the water had been warm and the sun was hot. Will's dark brown hair was still pulled back by a piece of yarn. Soon, Elizabeth and Jack were on the Pearl too. Jack swaggered over to Anna Maria and kissed her head.
"Thanks for keepin' my ship in top condition." Anna Maria gave a fake, sarcastic smile. Then Jack let anger slip onto his face.
"And thanks for lettin' it get captured, luv!" She scowled now. A real scowl. Jack hurried up to the helm and ran his hands over the wood lovingly. Will took the steps two at a time and hurried over to Jack. Elizabeth followed Will.
"The soldiers will be up soon." He whispered. Jack eyed the many rowboats that were coming up behind them. They were still about sixty feet behind.
"Have we been told everything about this lass we're to gain?" He asked. Will thought a moment.
"Yes. I suppose so." Jack grinned.
"RAISE ANCHOR!" He commanded. The crew sprang to life instantly, pulling up the anchor. Jack smiled. "I love being captain." When the anchor had been almost totally raised, Jack walked to the end of the boat, where he could clearly see Norrington's rowboat.
"COMMODORE NORRINGTON!" He shouted. "THANK YOU FOR MOVING US ALONG! WE'LL RETURN WITH THE LASS!" Jack glanced mischievously over at Will and Elizabeth, then returned his gaze to the commodore's boat. "ELIZABETH SENDS HER LOVE!" He shouted. He returned to the helm. "That should amuse him. And we're off!"